#spooky ballet au

[tailsbeth-writes]

Oh I am so intrigued by spooky ballet au 🩰

I've shared bits & pieces of this, it's likely going to be my most creative fanfic. It's an AU very much of my own creation, if RBB is a thing it might be my entry cause it's gonna be an insane amount of work. But I'm so excited for it! This is the first snippet I've shared with Alex (and June):

Alex lets out a whistle, it's quickly lost amongst the chatter of the thickening crowd. He straightens his lapels as June joins him from coat check. She loops an arm through his. They grin at each other, donned in finery.  ‘Ready for some culture?’  ‘Let’s see if it’s the real deal then.’  June grins at her little brother and gives his arm a squeeze. They step into the throng, while they are clad with garments like the rest, their faces do cause a stir. Alex blinks rapidly as a flashbulb catches them off guard. He puts a hand up in a slow wave, his mother's insistent words ringing in his head: for the family. His smile is a shield but every whisper is a pinprick to the façade.

Send me an emoji for a WIP snippet 💌

[rubylarkspur22]

I think I did much better on executing the spooky vibes this time! Four versions of the(hopefully) spooky pic below the cut!

Here's to the start of Spooky Month, and it wasn't even intentional!

[vad-hander]

LET’S KEEP IT SECRET Pt.6

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x Yuta

others: SM Rookies, multiple SM and JYP idols

genre: series | idol!au | smut | angst | fluff | slow burn | unrequited love | friends to lovers (oops) | mutual pining | teenage to adults | idol!nct, idol!reader, teenage to adults (trainee days until today)

words: 5k

side note: as usual, I'll appreciate all your feedback and thoughts!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

“I think my childhood friend haunts me in my dreams.“ You stared off into the night sky on the balcony in your dorm. The dorm that was new and fresh and oh so comfortable, with air conditioning and what felt impossible at this point - less roommates.

It was just you and one more girl in your room and you couldn’t be any happier, because she did ballet classes as additional education and 3 days a week you had your room all to yourself for additional 3 hours. Since your’s and Yeji’s schedules were literally mirrored by now, you’d often spend those additional free hours on dance- or vocal practicing. It was one of those days and the two of you walked out to breathe in fresh air after sweating yourself on a SHINee choreography. 

“What?“ Yeji chuckled at the statement. It did sound a little funny, you had to admit, you did need to elaborate. 

“Yeah. I get absolutely not related to anything dreams and in those, somehow, there’s the same person, and I don’t even see their face, just like deep down  know who I am looking at.“ Your articulated with your hands. Thinking about those dreams made you feel funny, because they were projecting something you clearly didn’t feel. You couldn’t understand where all those feelings in your dreams came from and you couldn’t describe the feeling with any word but funny. “All those weird things happen in my dream and somehow when I wake up, and maybe while I’m dreaming too, I have this heavy feeling in my chest.“ You physically had to stop because you were starting to feel heavy once again. “Like I’m so deeply in love with them and in that dream world I know as a fact, that we’re attracted to each other and it’s like a crazy rollercoaster for us to be together, and sometimes it’s a happy ending sometimes not really. Sometimes I wake up before I can get to any logical ending.“ 

“Wah. Do you see correlation between dreams and what happened with you and that friend in real life?“ She smiled curiously. 

“No, we don’t even talk anymore, I haven’t heard of that friend or seen them in a long ass while, but I get these dreams literally out of the blue. Even if I’d purposefully think of that person - nothing, and then randomly one day I wake up and realise what just happened. Sometimes I don’t even remember my dream for a half a day and then randomly it hits me. And I get uncomfortable thinking of it.“ You pouted and took a look at Yeji. 

“It sounds a little crazy. I think I read somewhere we can see random people and things in our dreams. Not related to anything. Maybe your case is the dream isn’t related to anything. Or maybe your friend think of you and somehow call for you in dreams?“ She chuckled, trying to sound spooky or whatever.

“Well I feel like I’m being haunted.“ You admitted. You hated waking up everyday and thinking of Jaehyun. 

“Maybe you had those feelings for your friend back when you were friends?“ Feelings? For Jaehyun? Yeah, no. You almost said it out loud how ridicules the thought seemed to you. 

“I don’t think so. I had someone I actually liked-“ wow, this was a dangerous path, you had to be really careful with what you were saying. 

“Then maybe that’s how your friend felt? Was that a boy or a girl? What if that person misses you?“

“To be fair that’s not impossible, we did lose contact in a weird way, but he for sure isn’t thinking of me like that. There has never been even a hint on his side.“ 

“Why does it bother you?“ Yeji faced you properly, curious. You didn’t even know yourself, why it bothered you so much. It just did and you felt like it was safe enough to share those feelings with the girl.

“I don’t like feeling like I’m in love with someone when I’m not.“ 

“It’s just dreams. It’s not like you love each other, especially if you lost contact.“ She shrugged, she wasn’t bothered by what you were feeling and saying. You wished you could relate. 

“Yeah.“

“Just think of how would JYP react if he heard this.“ Yeji giggled, imagining your producers’ reaction. He had a specifically wild reactions to anything relationship related.

“I don’t want to imagine this. He’d most likely disown me in a second.“ 

“He’d literally flip out, and we wouldn’t want that. We both know what your real goal is. Don’t even think about it like that.“

“You’re right.“ You two paused, both in your own world. “Ugh, now whenever I get these dreams I feel like our producer’s going to pop out and scold me.“ You giggled, followed by Yeji. 

“Do you have this friends’ phone number? Maybe you should reach out and ask how he’s doing. Then you’ll understand these dreams are fictional, and could continue on with your life.“ 

“Wah-no, I wouldn’t call him. Nor text or even breathe his way.“ You panicked immediately. 

“Why?“ Well because it’s been a little under a year since your graduation and you haven’t seen him since then. Like, at all, and TV didn’t count. You were just ignoring his endless wish to continue your friendship and it hasn’t been too long since he finally gave in. You wanted Jaehyun to realise you grew apart, you wanted him to realise childhood friends go sometimes and you were two friends that took different paths. End of story. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t want to part ways, it doesn’t matter there was not even a reason for you part ways. You just felt so tired of this constant comparison from Yuta, and even worse in your brain sometimes of your boyfriend and friend. You had to let go of one, to make the other one, and more importantly YOU, make feel better. And you knew, that letting go of your boyfriend wasn’t the right thing to do. 

“We’re not friends anymore. I hate that sort of thing, popping out of nowhere when it’s unneeded.“

-

“Yuta?“ You chirped into the phone excitedly, you just got the news and first thing you did walking out the building - dialled his phone number.

“Yes, love, what’s up?“ He cleared his voice in what seemed to be confusion, like he just woke up or something.

“What date you said you’re going to be in LA?“ You started from afar, clearly excited and clearly having difficulties keeping yourself at bay.

“Ugh, I don’t remember. Wait a minute I’ll check our schedule. Why? Anything happen on those dates?“ you waited patiently for his confirmation, before you could tell him anything. “October 4th to 9th, why?“ Your breath hitched, you were too close to miss out on him. 

“I’m going to LA.“

“Huh?"

“With a few other girls, we’re going there to train for a couple of weeks before returning home for a final debuting decision. We’re coming on 6th. This is our first trip together just you and me kind of chance.“

“Baby, that’s awesome- Your debut-“ Yuta gasped and seemed much more lively than before. It was so sweet, that he was excited for you. 

“No, don’t say anything like about my debut before it’s set. I only care about both of us being in LA at the same time.“

“Okay.“

“I’ll look up things we could do.“

“Okay“

“I love you.“ You whispered under your breath excited. “This is going to be so good.“

“We’re attending some award on 8th and leave early on 9th, but other than that, I’m all yours.“ 

“Just one night?“ You were hoping for more, how did it come short to just one night, you pouted to yourself.

“I’m still excited even for one night. Love you, need to go.“ 

You didn’t just walk back home, you flew on hope and excitement and much more and you were buzzed and you went on with that buzz for the upcoming week, looking up things in LA, marking up places in Notes you could possibly visit, choosing options in case Yuta wouldn’t like your TOP-choice. You couldn’t think of what followed after that trip, you couldn’t think of the final decision on debut. You busied yourself like crazy, because it was pleasures being busy planning your date with Yuta and because it only felt right to focus on this. During practice breaks your brain still wandered to the main issue - it was you and 7 other girls, you all worked hard, you were all honestly worth the debut, but no one gave you even a single hint on the number of people in the final line up. You all just saw those papers saying Q1 2019 debut of a girl group and prayed you were part of it. It was supposed to make you feel better - less pressure to show off you skills, but honestly - everyone were on verge of breaking down.You only held yourself together because you went through this once already. 

You worked hard to erase previous memories, but you were scared. They still called you their backbone, secret weapon, main event and secret trainee, still told you were the centre of the planned group, but you won’t be able to crawl out of one more mental breakdown if things go south, you won’t be able to recover if this ends up as a fail too. 

Finally It came down to the packing day and right after that it finally came to the trip day. You got into the van and off to Incheon. None of you was sure if it was planned or a surprise for everyone - there were a few people with cameras at the Gate 2 entrance. All 8 of you panicked, you didn’t even understand what happened at first, looking around for some celebrity behind you, when the flash started to blind your little group. It took you a little time realising the cameras were pointed at you, you watched Yeji grab onto her face hidden behind the face mask and did the same in panic, lowering your head so the visor of your cap hid your eyes. You were just a bunch of girls that had a very questionable amount of supporters due to pre-debut activities, but mostly it was so low key you couldn’t even imagine someone gathering up to see you at the airport. Or more like, spending money on getting such information. The staffs gestured for you to move quickly and you trailed behind your manager like baby ducklings, finally escaping the following in the boarding area. Despite the shock, it somehow made the mood of everyone so light and positive. Neither of you could believe it was real - that people wanted to see you, you couldn’t stop daydreaming what would it be like leaving for schedules as a group, boarding in business, and not in economy like you had to now. 

You arrived at LAX safely and most importantly - calmly, getting into another van and transferring to what surprised you - a house. You weren’t used to this lifestyle, you all grew up in apartments, staying in a big mansion in the middle of the 2-story America made all of you excited.

“Wait, how many rooms is in this building?“ Lily wondered.

“Definitely more than in our previous dorm.“ Somi laughed and ran through the corridor. 

“Okay, listen up.“ The older manager clapped her hands. “There’s 6 rooms, since we have staffs on this trip, some of you need to stay in a room together.“ You and Yeji immediately grabbed each others hands. “There’s a 3-people room and a 2-people room mostly.“ Your fingers automatically grabbed Ryujin’s shoulder, forcing the girl to stand with you two, poor girl almost tripped over the bag behind her.

“We can share a room.“ Yeji announced what you implied and you nodded your heads in unison, Ryujin happily agreeing.

“Okay, go make yourself at home. Three weeks of hard work are upcoming. We have time to go out to the city today, so be ready to leave at 6.“ 

The three of you trailed off excitedly into your room. 

[17:02] to Yuta<3: <Location shared>

[17:02] to Yuta<3: I’m in the city!!!

[17:02] to Yuta<3: We’re staying in a cool west la house

[17:03] to Yuta<3: Wby?

[17:04] from Yuta<3: Ironically, koreatown

[17:04] to Yuta<3: kkkkkk

[17:05] from Yuta<3: I was thinking if we could see each other tonight?

[17:06] to Yuta<3: How do we make it work? 

[17:07] to Yuta<3: We’re going somewhere for dinner, I don’t think they’ll let me disappear on my own like that. 

[17:10] from Yuta<3: Send me your location when you’ll arrive 

[17:14] from Yuta<3: We’ll see what’s possible

[17:14] from Yuta<3: Love you 

[17:14] to Yuta<3:I love you

Now, despite the jet lag you wanted to look presentable, you wanted to always do your best when it came to Yuta. You quickly unlocked your suitcase, searching for a dress you packed just in case in 10s of training pants and shirts. You took a shower to feel fresh and packed a purse with necessities, earphones, tissues, a mirror, you found your passport, opening it just in case - your eyes darted towards its cover, where you always carried things like sim-cards, tickets, anything, to be fair, that fit. You pulled on a piece of paper and felt a lump in your throat. 

It was you and Jaehyun on your graduation day - his whiskers on display, just like you’d hoped they would. You didn’t need to look at the second piece of paper, it was the second photo of you staring at Jaehyun. You printed those to gift him back at the start of last year, but then everything changed and you just put them away and forgot they existed. You felt a little pinch on your heart and put the photos away back into the passport cover, pulling the one under outside and on top of the other.. You won’t have a chance to give him those anyway. You put your passport in the bag as well and was ready to leave. Finally both Yeji and Ryujin were done and you left the room at 5 minutes to 6, teasing collectively the manager that was late by 2 minutes.

As you promised, the moment you stepped foot in the restaurant, you sent Yuta the location. You were starving, deciding on eating first - walking later. You were just trainees, you didn’t have real money to dine at restaurants, so everything was company paid. You couldn’t stop talking between each other that company paying for a fancy dinner with meat and dessert MUST mean something. It just must. 

You were moving to dessert, when your phone ringed and you felt hot. You were so busy yapping with the girls and eating good food you forgot completely that you sent Yuta the address. 

[19:14] from Yuta<3:Come outside, will you?

Your legs moved faster than your tongue was able to tell everyone you left for the bathroom. You didn’t walk - you sprinted out to the street, your eyes immediately catching Yuta’s faded pinkish hair, you wheezed and a few people turned their heads at the crazy sound you made, taking off in his direction. Your arms immediately weaved around Yuta’s neck, you felt his palms encourage your legs to jump-hug him and you did so just how he wanted it. 

“Yuta.“ you breathed, your mouth clasping onto his before he could even say a word. “I missed you.“

“Hi baby.“ He smiled, satisfied that his surprise worked, that you were happy, that he was seeing you in real flesh. 

“What are you doing here?“ Your feet met with the ground once again, but you couldn’t unglue yourself from Yuta. “Girls and management are all inside. I can’t be here for too long.“

“I know, I just couldn’t go to sleep knowing we’re in the same city and not see you.“ You kissed him once again, immediately inviting his tongue to dance in unison with yours. You didn’t have time and you needed to drink up all of Yuta in this short time. It’s been a little too long since your last hourly motel-date and you needed more of him at all costs. 

“I can’t let go of you now.“ You whined in his mouth. “Can you take me somewhere with only you and me?“ 

“Mmh.“ Yuta’s fingers squeezed your side. “I will, I promise.“ Yuta pressed his body more against yours, you mewled, you didn’t want to move. You loved him so fucking much. “Do you have your phone? Or anything?“ 

“No, why?“ 

“Come inside and bring your things.“

“I can’t leave.“ You protested weakly into his ear. 

“I know, love, but can you?“

“I can’t promise I’ll return because this is going to be suspicious, but okay.“ You nodded and felt Yuta’s lips on yours, before he pushed you back to the restaurants entrance. 

“Baby?“ You turned around at the call “You look fucking beautiful.“ you beamed, biting on your cheeks and lips to calm yourself down before returning to the table.

“Are you okay?“ Yeji asked concerned. 

“Yes, just need my bag, a little something happened.“ You made your eyes wider and giggled and left before more questions could pop out. You quickly returned to the spot where you left Yuta, he smirked teasingly and kissed you once again, like he didn’t see you just a minute ago. 

“Can you give me your passport?“

“Yeah, hold up.“ You chuckled at the question, whatever he needed it for. You found the needed paper and handed it to Yuta. His fingers moved to the cover, looking for something in there.

“Where’s your ID? Isn’t it usually here?“ he chuckled and pulled on the pieces of paper that replaced your ID because you switched them in place just a couple of hours ago on accident.

“On the other side.“ You chuckled, and gestured for him to look on the other side of the cover. Yuta let go of the papers and moved his attention and you didn’t even realise before that you were holding your breath. You watched Yuta fish his phone out and take a pic of it. “Why?“ you smiled confused.

“Will tell you later.“ Yuta beamed, you wanted to kiss him, but your phone rang and you moved your attention to the screen.

“Hi, dad!“ You exclaimed excitedly and turned away from Yuta still holding on to your passport. If you turned back around just a moment earlier, you would’ve caught a glance of him pushing back the photos into the cover. “Yes, we’re in LA already. I forgot to call you, I’m sorry, we’re in the city having a dinner. I’ll send you pics.“ You smiled at your dad’s reply. Yuta smiled in return as he watched you speak, closing the distance, Yuta returned your passport to you, mouthing ‘I have to go’ and kissing your cheek before you could protest. He walked off so quickly and your dad called for you on the line and you could only focus on one thing so you just continued the conversation. “No, dad, it’s fine. The dinner is on company, I don’t need money.“ You smiled into the phone. 

“Y/n, is everything okay?“ You heard the manager’s voice behind you, jumping in place.

“Dad, wait. Ugh, yeah, my father called, I came outside to hear him better, I’m sorry.“ It was SO on time that Yuta left, you wanted to give a big breath out but couldn’t give yourself away.

“Okay, but dessert is served, come back quickly.“

“Sure.“ You nodded and finished the conversation with your dad.

-

[19:14] from Jeong Jaehyun: hi, boo

[19:14] from Jeong Jaehyun: I heard you are in LA too

[19:14] from Jeong Jaehyun: First of all, I’m so happy for you and this opportunity

[19:15] from Jeong Jaehyun: Second… I was just hoping you’d want to see me? I miss you a lot. 

Hundreds of electric shock waves ran through your body, you couldn’t even hear Somi calling for you to complete the formation. 

“Y/n?“ Yeji was able to bring you back to life, and you looked at her like dear in headlights. “Everything’s good?“

“Ah, yes, yes.“ You jumped up from the floor, dropping the phone back on the floor and focused yourself on the dance. You didn’t think you could do the new steps so clearly, your body moving like you had all the energy in the world, all thanks to Jaehyun. 

“Good, Y/n! Such clean steps!“ The choreographer exclaimed proudly as you did your centre part neatly. The music stopped and you had no escape to not reply to Jaehyun. It was always like this pangs of conscience hitting you hard if you didn’t immediately reply to him, and it was a whole damn asphyxiation of conscience when you didn’t reply of him at all. 

“Thank you.“ You bowed, smiled and clapped with the rest of the girl, sitting down right next to your phone

[19:55] from Jeong Jaehyun: Please at least let me know what I did wrong

[19:55] from Jeong Jaehyun: I feel so bad even though I don’t know what’s wrong

[19:55] to Jeong Jaehyun: Hi, Jaehyun

[19:55] to Jeong Jaehyun: I am in LA, I could only wonder who you could’ve heard this from ;)

[19:56] to Jeong Jaehyun: I heard from the same source that ya’ll are busy up to the day you’re leaving, so I’m not sure its possible

 [19:57] from Jeong Jaehyun: hi

[19:57] from Jeong Jaehyun: I’m free tonight, or after the award, or before we fly back home

[19:58] to Jeong Jaehyun: Well, I’m busy tonight, maybe tomorrow, I’m not sure

[19:58] to Jeong Jaehyun: I could tell you later

You really wanted to type him a no, but somehow your fingers weren’t moving in the needed direction of the letters, so you ended up with giving him hope.

[19:59] from Jeong Jaehyun: Busy with Yuta, right?

[19:59] to Jeong Jaehyun: Yes, why?

[20:00] from Jeong Jaehyun: He said he’s got a terrible headache and won’t be able to see you tonight, that’s why he told me you’re in LA

[20:00] from Jeong Jaehyun: So we’d keep each other company

You didn’t even bother to reply to Jaehyun, you didn’t bother to walk out the dance class, you dialled Yuta’s phone immediately, somehow being met with a turned off phone.

[20:01] to Jeong Jaehyun: Can you ask him to call me? He didn’t say anything about it

[20:01] to Jeong Jaehyun: His phone is off 

[20:01] from Jeong Jaehyun: He told me he’s going to just sleep

[20:02] from Jeong Jaehyun: He felt very sick earlier

[20:02] from Jeong Jaehyun: Maybe food poisoning 

[20:03] to Jeong Jaehyun: Are you pranking me?

[20:04] from Jeong Jaehyun: No, I’m honest

[20:04] from Jeong Jaehyun: He didn’t feel good since the morning and then just told me about you and got to his room to sleep

You dialled his phone once again, to no avail, messages, obviously didn’t come through. You felt so heartbroken, tricked maybe, just hurt. You were going though multiple things in your head at once. He didn’t even text you he felt sick, it wasn’t that difficult to type I’m sick, or anything else. He had enough strength to talk to Jaehyun anyway. You needed to hear this from Yuta.

You had a perfectly planned escape - Yeji would cover for you in case anything happens, bless her heart she didn’t even ask where you wanted to go and why. You had another 30 minutes to come back home, wash up and bring yourself to the designated place. Yuta had up his sleeve a whole day of being sick and didn’t message you even once. 

[20:05] to Jeong Jaehyun: okay

[20:05] from Jeong Jaehyun: okay let’s see each other or okay about Yuta?

[20:05] to Jeong Jaehyun: everything

[20:05] to Jeong Jaehyun: we’re in west LA, if you want to, come here.

[20:06] from Jeong Jaehyun: Just tell me what time

You looked at the clock again: 8pm, it would be not earlier than 9 when you’d be able to see him. 

[20:08] to Jeong Jaehyun: no actually

[20:08] to Jeong Jaehyun: A few of my friends & I really wanted to see the ocean so I think we’re going there

[20:08] to Jeong Jaehyun: You could come to Santa Monica

[20:08] to Jeong Jaehyun: I think it’s better you come with someone

[20:09] from Jeong Jaehyun: what time?

You felt so uneasy, why was he agreeing to everything. If you’d tell him you were in San Diego, would he just asked you for the time too? You wanted to make it late so he’d back off. You were so upset about Yuta, you couldn’t even bother to care about Jaehyun’s suggestions or questions. 

[20:09] to Jeong Jaehyun: 10 pm central entrance to the beach

[20:10] to Jeong Jaehyun: c ya

"Who you’re texting with that face expression?" Yeji giggled and bumped shoulders with you.

“What face?" Annoyed, angry, mad?

“I don’t know, just full of emotions.“ she smiled. You watched people walk around the room, in a formation that didn’t include neither Yeji or you, when the music blasted in your ears, you answered.

“Remember I was under SM for a little while?“

“Of course, few years, not a little while.“

“Yeah, like that. Well, somehow, some of the people I’ve trained with are in LA too.“

“Okay?“

“They’re asking to see me, I said me and my friends wanted to go to Santa Monica, so they’re coming to Santa Monica around 10 pm, so we have to be there around 10 pm.“ Yeji exclaimed excited. “Yeah, but how are we going to go this late somewhere alone.“

“I’ll just ask.“ Yeji shrugged and got up quickly to your manager, you really wanted to stop her before she could start talking, but she batted her eyelashes and in a moment you saw the manager give her a nod and Yeji happily ran back to you. “It’s fine.“

“H-how?“

“She said it’s near our stay and we’re adults, just to come back so we’re okay for tomorrows practice.“

“Crazy.“ You opened your mouth.

You stood next to the stairs that would take you to the beach, arriving a little earlier than planned. The three of you felt a little uncomfortable as a homeless man walked across the street and gave you looks you couldn’t distinguish. You invited Ryujin too, because leaving her in the room alone felt like crime.

“Oh, by the way.“ You cleared your voice and the homeless man stared at you with wide eyes, probably confused with the language you spoke. “I didn’t specify the friends that are coming.“

“Yeah, is it some girls that didn’t debut yet? Or is it Red Velvet?“ Yeji exclaimed excited at the thought.

“Ugh, no.“ you giggled. “Have you heard of NCT?“

“NCT?“ Ryujin repeated louder than you said it.

“Yeah, the friend that reached is an NCT member. I don’t know who he’ll bring with him, but please don’t flip out or anything. I promise you they’re all losers and being active idols isn’t making them any special.“

“What’s up, ladies?“ Johnny said loudly in English as he and the boys turned the corner that took to you. 

“Oh my god.“ both Yeji and Ryujin gasped. You almost did too, Jaehyun brought Johnny and Haechan, they were getting closer to you, walking in age order. Jaehyun, wow, you had to look away because you kind of was staring at your best friend and it wasn’t a good thing. 

“Hi.“ You smiled “This is Yeji and Ryujin, we’re training together. This is Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun.“

“We know.“ Both girls smiled like fools and you really regretted bringing anyone but yourself.

“Hi, nice to meet you.“ Jaehyun beamed politely, his dimples popping out and face turning into that soft grin as his eyes focused on you. “Hi, boo.“ He said loud enough for everyone to hear and make you a little embarrassed, only to make your face bright red colour when he decided to lean in and hug you, not forgetting to comment on your appearance. “You look very pretty, just as usual.“ His fingers patted your upper back and you lost balance. 

“Ah! Five seconds in and they’re already on their soulmate shit!“ Haechan exclaimed loudly and gestured for everyone to walk away. Surprisingly they did just that and Jaehyun let go of you a moment later. 

“Y/n never mentioned before she was this close to NCT!“ Ryujin pointed her hand towards Jaehyun, as they were darting away from you 

“We’re not that close.“ You denied, obviously, hoping they’re still able to hear you.

“Yeah, sure. You’re only didn’t come out from the same womb. As for everything else-“ Haechan teased back, obviously, it wasn’t his style to agree to anything anybody said.

“You don’t look like a baby anymore.“ Jaehyun smiled, taking your attention and not letting you hear what Haechan had to say. 

“And you still do.“ You cracked a smile, making Jaehyun giggle. “Is Yuta okay? He still haven’t messaged me.“ your main concern was still pretty clear, you were confused as hell with the way your boyfriend vanished. It was supposed to be you and him, not you, Jaehyun and other 4 people.

“He’s probably still sleeping.“

“Okay.“ You tried to hold back from looking down and giving away that you were upset but clearly failed, because Jaehyun’s fingers gripped onto yours in support. It felt so unusual, his warm long fingers on yours, a gesture that was with you all along your friendship. You’d grip onto each others fingers when you were upset, excited, happy, you used to just squeez his digits between yours and everything felt better. But now the heat that he was exceeding surprised you, its like you never experienced it in that way. 

“Boo, I’m so sorry, I know I wasn’t exactly who you wanted to see tonight.“ Jaehyun wasn’t a fool, it was clear he knew who this evening was booked for prior to him. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.“ You had to wave him off. Admitting he was right probably was too cruel even for someone that tried to make their friend dislike them. You wanted him to no t be interested in being your friend, not hate your guts. “I’m so happy to see you, I wish sometimes we still had each other like we used to.“ You admitted stupidly on a first breath, and wrapped your hands around his waist for a real hug, tucking your face in his chest. Jaehyun wrapped both your shoulders in his usual manner, patting your head lovingly. 

“Well, you failed to push me away. I’m still here and only one call away, always. Like I promised you on your last day at SM.“

“That I really hate you for.“ You murmured more to yourself, then him, hoping he wasn’t able to hear you. 

“Will you two move, or you’re having a date now?“ Johnny shouted teasingly from a far. Only now did you noticed the two of you two really lagged behind. 

You parted from Jaehyun, taking the stairs to catch up with the rest of the people, Jaehyun trailing behind you, his fingers wrapping around yours in uncanny manner, like he needed to hold on to you to keep up with your pace and you let him. 

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I'm so excited for next Monday's chapter !!! ☺️

[maluceh]

That painel was AMAZING, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

Sorry for missing a few references, could you share a list of all the universes?

damn ok… ummm (from top left to right and so on with every row)

brooklyn nine nine (amy and jake)

morticia and gomez

modern family (claire and phil)

tangled

they’re just drinking chescos in this one

band au

i got lazy so kissy time

dinosaurs

the last of us au

game of thrones au

10 things i hate about you

celebrity au but i tried to do the cinderella concept art cause 50s

old people

slasher

sapphic jily victorian era

mexican folklore dancers

i got lazy again and i just sketched them as spooky cartoons

deleted scene from dead poets society but it’s not them as dps characters, i just wanted a snowy scene

barbie

pirates of the caribbean

anne with an e

legos

elevator love song by BeeDaily (it’s a fic)

cowboy au

how to train your dragon (astrid and hiccup)

percy jackson (them as percabeth)

sapphic jily in the 14th? 15th? century with princess jamie and her loyal guard lily

this is just a kids drawing so you can interpret it as you want (harry drew it or little james or little lily)

vampire au

couple selfie!

sapphic jily with a reference to glee (the cheerleader uniform). so this one is kind of like cheerleader x outcast type of thing

pride and prejudice au (bingley and jane)

set it up (it’s a movie on netflix)

rocks

greys anatomy au (them as mark and lexi)

role swap (quidditch player lily/muggleborn james)

ice skater couple au

juno (reference to the intro credits from the movie where there’s like drawings and stuff, i thought it would be cool idk)

the office (them as jim and pam)

haikyuu (tanaka and kiyoko are literally jily in another font)

patronuses

genderswap jily

romeo and juliet (2013)

before sunrise (1995)

titanic movie

ferris bullers day off (i think they fit sloane and ferris A LOT)

friends (chandler and monica)

maurice (1987)

detectives au (i tried to emulate 1940s drawings but alas i’m only a girl)

mermaid au

mlm jily as Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete I BELIEVE this is Dos tipos de cuidado (1953) i wanted to draw them as homoerotic mexican actors from the golden age of mexican cinema

canon jily

sapphic jily in bly manor (as dani and jamie)

animal crossing jily

big fish (2003)

sapphic jily as pirates who got caught

idk i took it from a pinterest pic

shadowhunters jily

fantasy jily (?

sapphic jily kissing at sunset

worms

idk what movie this is, i wanted to draw them as silent actors from the 1930s i also tried to use the same art style they used in that era but alas i’m just a girl

widow victorian lily and ghost james (this is a direct reference to Anders Zorn the widow 1883 i believe)

how to lose a guy in 10 days au

shadow and bone au (them as nina and matthias)

ballet dancers au

romeo and juliet AGAIN (1996 tho)

anastasia (1997)

the princess diaries 2 (them as Mia and nicholas)

them with a cat (it’s algernon, the cat is algernon by the way)

spiderman (itsv spider-man to be exact)

i got lazy again and i just doodled them listening to music together

ants

genderswaped jily as emma and mr. knightley (2020)

mamma mia (2008) (love that movie, sophie and sky made me the bisexual i am with that one beach scene)

the hunger games mockingjay part 2 (them as katniss and peeta)

hogwarts professors

coworker rivals

mlm jily but at hogwarts

sapphic jily just vibing (heartstopper vibes??? idk i put the leaves)

shelf awarness by GhostofBambi on ao3 (one of my favorite jily fics)

and that’s it

[connectionterminated13]

In your inferno au, what are your afton family movie fav genre?

William: He loves animated movies especially stuff like watership down and the secret of nimh

Elizabeth: Likes horror movies she thinks they're coolespecially when the spooky stuff happens

Evan: He honestly doesn't care he'd rather just snuggle Fred bear and read

Michael: Cheesy action movies like you know the ones with the guys with big muscles.

Clarice: She likes watching videotaped ballets and critique them with William

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Sweet Honey Bee

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Bart tries to uncover the seemingly sinister deeds going on at the campus while visiting Thad's art school.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Don Allen, President Thawne

Additional Tags: Bart and Thad Smoke Weed in This, Ballet AU, No Powers AU, Dark Academia, Boarding School AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Swap, Protective Siblings, Family Bonding

Chapter One: The Gate

As they pulled through the iron gates to the heavily-forested campus, a sliver of sunlight pierced through the trees and landed on the water in the fountain. Statues and gothic art installments littered the quad. Modern hand-carved gargoyles, grotesquely frozen in horrific writhing positions, glass aquariums with realistically-painted dolls frozen in water-like resin prisons, old hollowed-out televisions-turned-terrariums . Bart shivered. “They take Halloween seriously around here, don’t they?” Don whispered.

“In May?” Meloni asked as she took a hat from her purse and slipped it over Bart’s head.

“Mom—.”

“It’s chilly out… Donny, do you remember where the lady told us to go?” Meloni asked. Don nodded, crouching down to look inside a television terrarium.

Meloni hugged herself, and Bart stood on his tiptoes, staring defiantly into the eyes of a stone-carved beast. “Sunshine, get away from that,” Meloni warned. Don turned the knob on one of the TVs as the exhibit label suggested, and it played music. The knob turned counterclockwise by itself.

“Would ya look at that!” Don smiled. “That’s neat! Real neat!”

“Dad, we gotta go. We’re gonna be late meeting TJ,” Bart reminded him.

Don led them past the fountain and into the garden. It was all set up for an outdoor play, but everything was covered with a tarp. Bart wanted to wander further into the garden, and Meloni reigned him in by his backpack. “Nuh-uh, Sunshine. Stay close,” Meloni whispered.

Don followed a decorative stone pathway to the garden’s edge, where a weeping willow stood alone. Behind the willow stood four gothic buildings. Spooky black buildings with large, dark blue stained glass windows. A light flickered on in one of the bay windows, and a windchime made soft hollow glass noises as the wind licked at its chimes. “Which one is Thad’s? They all look the same…” Meloni pulled Bart back.

Don pointed to the third building on the left. “Juniors live in that one. If he’s not home, he said he’d be at the BH,” Don replied. They walked toward the junior dorms, and Bart pressed the button with their last name on it.

“Hello?” Thad answered. His voice was like Bart’s, but his speech was slower, less confident, and shaky.

“Teej!” Bart shouted. The line went silent, and they waited for nearly a minute before the door swung open. Thad embraced Bart and nearly knocked Bart off his feet.

“Smeeny!” Thad exclaimed. Bart held on tight, pressing his face into Thad’s shoulder, breathing him in. “Smeeny…” His voice broke, and he cried.

Bart spun him around. “Schmingy nee!” Bart replied. It was their language. The words didn’t have a specific meaning, but they had emotion. Don took a picture of the boys. A handful of little nonsense words meant everything to them. Thad and Bart let go of each other, and Meloni showered Thad in kisses.

“Hi, Honey Bee! I missed you so much!” Meloni laughed. It was like all her fears melted away. “And you’re still wearing the cologne?”

“Mom,” Thad laughed. He did wear it. Everyday. And he eternally smelled like rosemary and lavender. Bart picked the scent for him three years ago, and Thad’s worn it ever since. “Dad?” Thad lifted his gaze to meet eyes with his father. Don’s eyes were kind and wrinkled at the corners with pride and experience.

Don picked Thad up and squeezed tight. “We missed you so much, Sparky,” Don whispered, “Still playing tennis?”

“Not enough time right now. I’m doing two ballets for the summer showcase. I never leave the stage for Apollon or Le Spectre de la Rose, so I dance continuously for forty-five minutes, not accounting for the costume change during announcements and makeup,” Thad explained. Don nodded.

“Taking care of yourself?” Don asked. He looked Thad over and hugged him once more. “I love you so much. Have any of us told you that today? We love you, Sparky.”

Thad grinned from ear to ear. “I love you too, Dad. And I hate to jet, but I’ve gotta get to my afternoon rehearsals. I’ll see you at dinner, though? Won’t I?” Thad questioned. Bart nodded as he stared at Thad.

“You’re not gonna rehearse in that, are you?” Bart teased as he tugged on Thad’s turtleneck. Thad took Bart’s hand, placing it at Bart’s side.

“I’m wearing my ballet clothes underneath, Mew,” Thad whispered, “I’ll see you guys at the cafeteria in two hours, right?”

They waved and walked to the car to grab the rest of their bags. “He looks so good,” Meloni smiled.

Don grinned as he hung his camera around his neck. Bart took Meloni’s bag. “Dinner’s in two hours?” Bart whined once he registered what Thad said.

“I packed an extra sandwich for you,” Don reassured him. “Text Grandma and Grandpa and tell them we got here safe, and Thad looks great.” Bart reached into Don’s pocket. “Why can’t you use your phone?”

“It’s dead… Is Grandpa Teddy coming?” Bart asked. Don chewed his lip and nodded. “Is he still mad at you for Easter?”

“He’s always mad at me, Squeaker… But this time, I’m not going to play into it. I’m smarter than that,” Don replied as he opened the guest house door and rang the check-in desk bell. Bart tapped Don on the shoulder.

“Didn’t you say that last time, Dad?” Bart asked innocently. Don wrinkled his forehead, and Meloni giggled.

“He does have a point there, Duckie,” Meloni whispered sweetly. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Why’s he have to come to this one? Wasn’t it enough that he ruined the twins’ first birthday? Or Easter? Or Bart’s cheer competition last summer?” Don muttered. “I bet he got here early to sit in the guest house and think of ways to ruin Thad’s performance.”

“I will handle Daddy… Okay? I will handle him,” Meloni whispered, “You can’t let him get to you… He’s only sore because he knows I can’t live without you. You were my singular act of defiance, and he still hasn’t forgiven me.” Meloni stood on her tiptoes and kissed Don’s cheek.

Bart took the key from Don and rushed up the stairs. “I won big, huh?” Don whispered. Meloni nodded. Don picked Meloni up and carried her up the stairs. “Damn right, I won.”

“Donnie cut it out,” Meloni giggled. When they reached the second floor, he set her down. “Which room are we in?”

“Two-oh-five,” Don replied. They turned right and walked down the hallway until they found a room with a yellow door.

Upon entering, they overheard Bart talking to Mr. Thawne in the kitchen. “Perhaps you could stay with me next school year, so you can reach your full academic and athletic potential—.”

“Bart’s doing fine in school,” Don interrupted, “And I recall you offered the same opportunity to Thad eight years ago…”

“That was eight years ago. This is now. I’m more patient now, and I recall you begging for my help back then… Being that Bartholomew was sick—.”

“Daddy,” Meloni warned. “Both of you, stop it. No fighting… No putting the kids in the middle… Just cut it out. Why can’t you both be like Bart? He gave up an important weekend with his friends for this and hasn’t complained once.” Meloni kissed Bart’s forehead.

“Okay. I’ll go first. I’m sorry that I got snappy with you. Bart’s old enough to decide where he wants to stay next school year, and I appreciate you taking an interest in his academic career,” Don apologized. Meloni rocked forward on the tips of her toes and smiled.

“Thank you… I apologize for putting Bartholomew in the middle of our brief spat, and I’m sorry if I implied that you haven’t done an adequate job parenting the twins,” Mr. Thawne mumbled.

“Thanks,” Don replied.

“Good. Now that that’s settled… Let’s get unpacked and rest for a while. Dinner isn’t for another two hours,” Meloni smiled. Bart groaned.

Don took a paper bag from his suitcase and handed it to Bart. “I’ve got you, Squeaker,” Don whispered. Bart smiled from ear to ear as he opened the bag and unwrapped his sandwich.

“Best dad ever,” Bart whispered before he took a bite. Don messed up Bart’s hair.

“Would you like a sandwich, Mr. Thawne?” Don asked.

“No, thank you. I’ll hold over until dinner,” Mr. Thawne replied.

“I’ll take a sandwich, Duckie,” Meloni whispered. Don kissed her cheek and handed her a sandwich. Don smiled proudly.

[jadzidraws]

Cannibalism as a Metaphor for Love                                  

Fanfiction tags cards serie

Spooky season is here, and it need to welcomed with the good old horror tags.

This is an ongoing serie, follow the links under the cut for the others cards already published:

Coffe shop AU , Hanahaki disease , OMG they were roomates , Fairy tale AU , Text message fic , Everyone is gay , Flower shop AU , Red string of fate AU , Harry Potter AU , Umbrella sharing , There was only one bed , And they were quarantined , Citrus Scale , Draco in leather pants , Soulmark ,  Body Swap , No Rim job , Slash ,  Time Travel , Flower shop and tatto parlor , Slowburn , Enemies to Lovers/Lovers to enemies , Zuko is an awkward turtleduck , Bet on it , Warewolf and vampire  ,  Book store AU , I think that went pretty well , Pon Farr , Height difference , Dead Dove Do Not Eat ,  Omegaverse , Kindergarden teacher and single parent , Canon what canon , Pining , Amnesia   , Mpreg , Fpreg , Superpower au ,  Fake Dating (but not really) , Ballet AU

 Public Proposal , Egg Preg , Oh. Oh in italic. , Incense burner , Crying in the bathroom , Shower sex , I wanted to cry in the bathroom, bt you were already occupying the bathub

[glowingvenus]

fence fics masterpost ✨

hi, it's me laura (merrilly on ao3) and here's what i've been cookin 🤺

chaptered works:

Shattered Pieces Shine: nicholas is a janitor; seiji works for his father as an executive; fencing is a neglected hobby for nicholas and a taboo subject for seiji. a magnetic attraction develops between the two, and nicholas's dim little world is suddenly touched with luxury (70,884 words, 12/? chapters, canon divergence/office/sugar daddy au, E)

Double Touch: what the coste brothers can't share, they compete for. so what will they do when they both want seiji? (1,927 words, 1/? chapters, coste brothers au, T for now?)

oneshots:

Cold Shoulders: the parts of nicholas and seiji's date/appointment that we didn't get to see (2,311 words, fluff, G)

Complicated: jesse seeks his brother's advice after seiji asks him to top (1,073 words, coste brothers au, mild sex comedy, T)

Infinite Colors: the fencing team attends a pride club meeting (4,486 words, fluff and self-discovery, barely T)

Pas de Deux: nicholas's college roommate seiji does ballet, and he's distractingly flexible (6,258 words, college au, porn with plot, E)

+ several other Nutvember fics just go check out the whole collection lol

Salty & Sweet: eugene and jesse go on a spooky first date (3,777 words, sex comedy, M)

[skz-jae-lynn]

RE-UPLOAD! STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN

pronouns: she/her (but chill with she/they too)

birth name: jae-lynn reyes-wang

legal name: jae-lynn king

korean name: ji-ae (지애)

stage name: jae-lynn / jae

nickname: jae, lynnie, jade, jae-jae, jae-lynn hyung, the american girl doll, the queen (rap persona)

birthday: may 1st, 1999

zodiac: taurus(sun) scorpio (moon) pisces (rising), year of the rabbit

birthplace: east elmhurst, queens, NYC

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean and russian (dad's side), filipino (mom's side)

languages: (fluent) english, korean, spanish, tagalog, (learning) japanese & chinese

height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

group position: main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

instruments: piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

skzoo character: jade the purple raccoon 🦝

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

rapping: ●●●○○

dancing: ●●●●●

singing: ●●●●○

producing: ●●●○○

song writing: ●●●○○

acting: ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

positive: honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

negative: loner / introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

personality type: INFP-T

face claim: Beatrice Kristi Ilejay Laus (beabadoobee) [I will also be using a variety of pics from an assortment of ig users]

voice claim: jini, devita, sabrina carpenter

dancing style: Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

father - james wang (1979) [deceased]

mother - elessia reyes-torres (1982)

(c. ‘19) step father - richard torres (1980)

older brother - aleksandr "aleks" reyes-wang (1995)

older adopted sister - faith reyes-wang (1998)

little brother - ezra reyes-wang (2002)

baby half-sister - andrea “andie” reyes-torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried. 

As of 2021, Jae has 4 siblings: Aleks, Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae’s vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hip-hop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives. 

She attended PS 329Q East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12 after getting scouted at her school’s dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training  at JYP Entertainment. 

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling. 

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding. 

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her younger brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, spooky content youtubers (Loey Lane!!!), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar. 

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones. 

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 6 years before debut with skz.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015. 

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat  called 'ghoulfriends’ that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi (soloist), Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Momo Hiari (Twice), Shin Ryunjin (Itzy), and Alexa Schneiderman (soloist)

She was a co-host of Dive Studios’ show 'How Did I Get Here’ with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

She is now a co-host to an all new series under Dive Studios, 'That's Like, Really Crazy', where the co-host that works alongside her changes per-week (the show mostly focuses on foreign members of kpop groups / the idol world, and covers korean/world media news in the form of each week being a new trending topic).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen’, but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn (/Lynnie) or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong. 

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver, that live back in nyc.

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Currently she has two guinea pigs, Blini and Dulce, and a cat named Naysu.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae’s aunt. 

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it. 

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

Her favorite color is purple.

She has said that if she weren’t in Stray Kids she wouldn’t know what she’d be doing. 

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay. 

Calls her vlives, ’Jae-Lynn’s weekly date with Stay’ (usually happens every Friday), where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances. 

Her, Han and IN shared a dorm room, which she called the 'J³ room’. 

In 2020, her and fellow idol, AleXa, moved in with each other into a new apartment, however later in the year, they decided to live separate.

As of 2021, Jae-Lynn now lives alone in an apartment (in the same building as the other skz members).

She has been on 5 survival shows:  Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT’s Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade. 

She has her driver’s license, and drives her grandmother’s old car. 

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose pierced.

She has said that she doesn’t like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she’d be bisexual. 

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the old skz dorm before bc “the vibes are all off”)

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass. 

Jae-Lynn has several solo mixtape/ep/album releases, and a wide discography (she has around 115 KOMCA credits).

Her motto: “Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great” - Cher

Jae-Lynn’s Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful as long as they bring beauty to the world through their actions.

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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]

© ignooy-nim / skz-jae-lynn 2023 - all posts tagged with the ’skz-jae-lynn’ tag on this tumblr account are my genuine work unless stated otherwise. I only post this au on this tumblr account from here on out, so if you see anything pertaining to my work elsewhere, please be kind and reach out to me to let me know. thanks 💞

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[madsmilfelsen]

2, 3, 5, 10 for the fic asks! And maybe more but let’s go with that lol

I'm going to combine your other asks! thank you boba :)

2. do you read/reread your own fics?

if ao3 tracked my hits i'd be 95% of the readership, these lil stories are for me :))))

3. what's your favorite fic that you've written?

Be Not Afraid, which isn't my favorite but I'm very fond of it because it was the very first time I wrote second person pov and not to sound corny but I think i grew as a writer

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

I had a darklina ballet au in post civil war ravka, early 1900 vibes, rebuilding the royal theater as a show of pride of the new ravka blah blah porn

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I don't know how to phrase this without sounding like a cry baby but my ao3 stats are so low i don't worry about it because that's better than some of the weirdos I've seen pestering y'all, I don't think I've gotten a mean comment?

13. how much planning do you do before writing?

lmao I don't even plan my novel

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel and NOT for reasons in the bible

17. what's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

I do love my research, but not necessarily for a fic, but I went through a lot of historical archives for my novel and here are my favorite photos (there's also a gigantic spooky abandoned train tunnel very close to my setting that i want to do something spooky with)

25. have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I BAWLED finishing That Dog Will Hunt :( like what do you mean they don't sleep in the same bed?? :(

[tailsbeth-writes]

🩰 Spooky ballet AU

Because I have no idea what eben to imagine for that one

Very exiting

I'm still imagining it myself! Here's a snippet of when Henry sees Alex for the first time:

Henry has read romance novels for as long as his existence allowed it. He consumes it as a comfort, an escape from the eternal drudge. But no story, no words could describe the feeling that surged from his toes to his finger tips. The lust that floods his bones when he catches a glimpse of the curly haired man. Henry lingers like a shadow in the corner of the theatre bar, trying to listen to the keys Bea is commanding at the piano. But his ears fill with static as he takes in the figure. The man is wearing a navy suit, bold choice for this traditional crowd. His skin has a slight sheen to it. Henry wants to study his lips every time he licks them. When he makes eye contact, Henry doesn't look away. Just backs away into a black doorway as if to dare him.

Send me an emoji for a WIP snippet 💌

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Spooky Scary Skele... ninjas?

Primary Pairing: AiRina Also Starring: Yuu Words: 463 Rating: G AU: Theater, Monsters Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Prompt: Broke Content Warning: Skeleton fun

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 15th

Summary: Yuu has another idea for doppelgänger Ai

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“Ne, Ai-chan!” Yuu hurried up to the blonde woman. “Setsuna-chan and Ayumu and me were watching a ninja show last night and it got me thinking. Instead of a knight, could your skeleton form be a ninja?”

It had been a few days since Ai’s shapeshifting pun-fest at the Kousaka Café, but it had been well received. As a result, several employees, Yuu in particular, started requesting Ai to take various forms. And if there was one thing Ai enjoyed as much as puns, it was showing off her skills as a doppelgänger.

“Ai think Ai can do that.” Ai confirmed, as her body began to change.

“That’s. So. Cool!” Yuu practically squealed.

Rina had to agree as she looked over the girlfriend. Ai had gone all out with the stereotypical hood, mask, tunic and trousers of a ninja. But the state of the outfit she had created was in tatters, exposing the skeletal form below, which really sold the idea.

“Although don’t ninjas usually have cool swords?” Yuu inquired.

“Ai got that covered.”

Ai reached through one of the larger holes in her tunic and broke off a rib. As she drew the bone out, it shifted in size and shape to roughly resemble a ninjato. For dramatic effect, Ai swung the sword in several swift swipes.

“Miyashita-san?” A young woman asked, rounding the corner. Rina recognized her as one of the new members of the corps de ballet but couldn’t readily recall her name. “Director Konoe is looking for you.”

“Oh, I guess break’s over.” Ai said, shifting back to her human form. “Catch you next break, Rinari.” She said, leaning down to peck a quick kiss. “See ya later, Yuyu!” She waved as she practically ran down the hall toward the stage.

“Thank you, Yuu-san.” Rina spoke.

“Mm?” Yuu tilted her head with curiosity.

“Ai-san has really been enjoying being challenged with your suggestions of forms to take.”

Yuu smiled. “I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one having fun.”

“Mm.” Rina nodded. “She has even been asking me to make more suggestions at home so she can practice new techniques, anticipate some of Yuu-san’s suggestions, as well as boost her endurance.”

“Endurance?”

“Shapeshifting takes a lot of energy.”

“Oh, I hope I’m not…”

Rina shook her head. “Ai-san sees it as a fun way to increase her skills, which will allow her to perform more parts in future productions. She and I would both like you to continue.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Yuu went back to smiling. “Oh, I’ll bet Setsuna-chan would have some cool ideas as well. I’ll ask her on her next break.”

Rina nodded in approval and the two young women went back to their duties to await the next break in rehearsals.

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Author's Note Continued: I've written several of the girls in this AU as being neutral about their monster type, disliking it, and some actively hating it. It's nice to take a break and write someone like Ai who I think would love being a doppelgänger. Especially when she can compliment it with her puns, as she did in the prior chapter on this topic.

Also, Bone was the '21 prompt, and Ninja was from '22.

[lightningandfireinmybones]

horny horror moments with: -Valaena successfully kidnapped by cultists to be a bride for their master who happens to be a vampire. A lot of unsuccessful rescue attempts from her immediate family that know she's been kidnapped but not by vampire cultists. Finally they let Aemond goes and is able to get to her, which is part of the vampire masters plan because Valaena is a brand new fledgling vampire and *so* hungry and can't control herself and hates being so out of control. Aemond busts in and she's just in some bullshit gauzy dress and has blood caked onto her hands and chin. Vampire villain thinks Valaena will kill Aemond but Aemond is strong enough to fuck her into submission 🥰 so much blood kink - Phantom of the Opera vibes except it's ballet? the artistry! the strength! the positions! Aemond killing and scaring people off in order to get Valaena into the prima ballerina position so he can watch her dance! Aemond cutting her leotard and tights in intimate areas! a lil sexual humiliation where every time she messes up on a pass he cuts a new slit in in her outfits so there's peaks of skin as she moves! The posessivness when he catches her with her patron!

Bestie I’ve been saving this for sufficiently spooky weather because I am ENAMORED of the spooky sultry sexy

-Valyrian are so rare and look so weird that the rumors and urban legends surrounding them just kind of GROW,,, especially the one about a virgin Valyrian being the ultimate power snack (I’m sorry it’s funny to ME) but also having the potential to be the most powerful vampire if they succeed in turning her

,,,enter notoriously reclusive Valaena, never tied to any romantic interests, the ultimate prize for this vampire cult,,, they wait and wait for one of her impulsive night runs and snatch her before she even has the chance to scream

Her family LOSES it and the internet conspiracies go CRAZY,,, just like aemond when his beloved niece goes missing, the only one who realizes the way this vampire cult goes quiet around the same time probably means they succeeded

When rhaenyra finally unleashes aemond, he tears through those cultists like that one scene of Joel finally losing it in the last of us at the hospital lmaooo

What he doesn’t realize is how free Valaena has become as a vampire,,, she’s so hungry and the blood just calls to her, but no blood like Aemond’s,,, she knows the second he enters the building and is waiting for him, her white nightgown drenched in such rich crimson blood, eyes big and wide

The man that turned her is so excited to see the spectacle, to see Valaena tear aemond apart and severe her family ties once and for all

What Valaena doesn’t realize is the power aemond holds over her is completely emotional,,, and he knows her inside and out, knows that what she craves is not power, but the absence of responsibility

So yeah?,, he’s fucking her into domesticity again 😌

—PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AU

Valaena prima ballerina, putting her blood sweat and tears into dancing, guided by her teacher of the night, the one who plays her body with precision, pushing her to new heights and keeping her dizzy on the precipice of his favor,,, she gets distracted and she gets to wear nipple clamps under her costume

She smiles too hard at her patron, she has to hide the bruises on her thighs (which is hard to do when there’s so many little slashes in her lucky tights)

HIS LAIR,,, MADE JUST FOR HER

[tracybirds]

I'd note that my favourite kind of crossover is an au where the characters of one play out in the world of the other rather than a true crossover where characters from both media interact 😁 in fact the only true crossover I've written was TAG/Monsters Inc! However I love stories which draw on worlds and elements from other stories so I'm counting them in the crossover chatter 💕

I wrote a prologue for a star wars au that I'd love to find time to continue and I laid out the groundwork for a subnautica au previously 😄 I've also had plans written for a pied piper inspired story since very early days in fandom but that's less of what you're suggesting I think 😁

One of my current daydreams that I'd love to someday capture is a phantom of the opera au with the Hood as the Phantom, Kayo as Christine, Lady Penelope as Raoul. In this the Tracy boys would all be ballet dancers/backstage folk and I have Scott as Madame Giry and Alan as Meg 😁 the story itself would need to be tweaked but I think the power play between the Hood and Kayo given his hypnotism could be interesting and there's something spooky about the idea of the Hood watching Kayo growing up and making her his pupil from a distance, leaning into the guise that he's the spirit of Kyrano who died long ago and then Lady Penelope remembering her from when they were children and trying to woo her away from her home and those she loves and i just!!!!

i just think it could be neat 😁💕

Rewatching Without A Trace - reads a couple of fanfics - begins daydreaming of how a crossover would work with Thunderbirds 🤔

What crossover’s have you daydreamed/written?

Oh, and if you also loved Without A Trace (Yes, I’m a Danny Taylor fan 😅) let me know 😊

[me-uglypretty]

the killing & the pinning

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha finds herself enjoying the company of death, both literally and physically.

Warning: 18+ (G), au, serial killer!natasha, grim reaper!reader, blood, killing, dead bodies, violence, mention of knife, smut, bottom natasha, pet names, r being a top, minor mention of scythe used for sex | 3755 Words

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Amid the summer’s harsh warmth of 2016, fallen leaf crunches under worn out boots and the victory grin on Natasha’s face after committing her first murder. The sun’s glimmer felt refreshing after seizing her first opportunity into the rush of a serial killer with a charming smile and eyes flickers of every excellent qualities.

Natasha Romanoff was born in Russia, but her family moved to Ohio when she was twelve. Adapting to her new life wasn’t easy with the cultural and language barrier. Her auburn hair easily drawing attention from left and right, even when she dyed it blue. But if given the chance to leave her new home, she would politely decline with a reassuring smile that was sure to melt hearts.

From her perfect grades, awarding ballet skills, and manners that went beyond capturing hearts of boys her age to elderly gushing about her politeness. Natasha’s overall personality wasn’t hard to love or adore, she was often kind and deem as the golden child—either secretly or openly from those around her and her own parents, despite having a younger sister trying to reach the same level of admiration.

She once heard her neighbours complains, forefinger pointed at his reckless children with a new lesson leading to their expanded annoyance, “Learn something from Natasha! Good grades, good at sports, and she doesn’t disobey her parents! Everyone loves her…and she graduated university!” and she walked away before greeting another pair of parents admiring her.

They merely entered the church when her name was showered with such beautiful petals. She wondered if the god they preached felt jealous of her, so easily engulf of sweet words and gestures without a second doubt.

It’s shocking and unbelievable how time drastically changes people.

Natasha huffs, wisp of auburn hair tickles her moisty forehead while hauling the lifeless boy that seems eager to smear blood on the once spotless floor. But out of everything that could rendered someone disgusted like the pool of blood one part of the floor or the obvious slice of skin gushing with blood, Natasha felt most uneasy when her darken eyes meets the sight of a naked body. Not even the knife stuck between his chest made her sick.

The bloody path on the floor leads from where she successfully heard his final cries to where she now stands, trying transfer his body. Part of her felt disappointment in herself from sheer careless in executing her plan. Thought, each step of her favourable gruesome activity was laced with do’s and don’t’s which are exactly what she noted to ensure the next murder is better.

Natasha grumbles under her breath with curses that sounds sweeter in her mother tongue. Her hands grip the mop’s wooden stick, frustration was slowly seeping into her enjoyment. The mop’s grey threads were soaked darker substance, red bleeding through and mocking her avoidable mess. If only her direct anger didn’t drag her into reacting instantly before listening to her sense of clarity.

But it’s over and done.

The dead body, Brady or Bruce, a name that wasn’t significant. Only that he was an obstacle. He played the role of the perfect man, religious since his youth and passing his years of lessons to his children. He was forty something and a complete creep. It was almost impressing seeing his calm demeanour under the god’s oath, then witnessing his sleazy hands guiding intoxicated girls into the bar’s restroom. Several drinks, whispers of sweet nothings, and the lack of judgement on their side.

And he most definitely winked at her by the bar’s entrance. That was his first and final strike.

He became the next victim in her list of those murdered over their negative traits. One of which was her roommate of two months during her first year of university. That woman was in her thirties and insisted on sharing Natasha’s food. Whatever fruits or prepped food according to Natasha’s strict diet was often eaten without consent and she hated it.

Bye-bye Michelle, and hello to her satisfied hunger. Alongside with her stocked fridge.

Now, Bruce’s lifeless body was lying in Natasha’s unnamed apartment in the rundown part of New York. It took her a lengthy time to obtain the perfect location after she decided to leave her beloved hometown. There was more of life beyond her small town that she years to discover. University was her first step then the next was completely adulthood with an even consistent career.

“And there’s another both. Oh, nice, the man you complained about the last time.”

Natasha’s round lips curves, her previous frustration melted at the voice seeping through her consciousness. The sound that tightens her chest for the mere seconds before exploding, pulsing at every trudge of her legs and her hands clammy. She shifts her gaze to the voice pulling her closer and meets the sight of you form hovering by the opened window.

Completely dressed in black from head to toe, broad shoulder holding a flowy cloak, and standing taller than her, almost towering over her. The obvious glimmer of red pulses through your round eyes and the scythe being held your hand. Teeth sharp when you speak and the taunting smirk that doesn’t fade till you completely disappear from her sight.

The first time Natasha met you was forever imprinted in her memory. It was a cheerful day she committed her first murder and the start of an endless encounter. Natasha remembers every detail of the eventful day, from the pleasurable fear in her victim’s eyes to meeting yours after the last seconds of life faded. She would had proudly gushed about meeting the you as the Grim Reaper, but of course, it remains a secret.

Natasha’s eighteen-birthday was the first time she realised how she craves to hear helpless bodies begging for mercy. A sight she long to witness on repeat. The awful man was screaming his forties away at every jarring stab on his body, a euphoric sound for her. It wasn’t weird or scary, but something she felt pleasant about. Her first murder wasn’t meaningless either.

Mr Stark tried running over her sister’s dog twice. Each met with her dangerous glare and his grimy face. He was a blabbermouth too. He tried convincing her parents that she was sneaking out her room to participate in unholy activities.

But she conveniently saw him jerking off. Specifically, ten minutes after catching her kissing Wanda Maximoff. The priest’s daughter and her then, supposedly forever, girlfriend.

On that graceful night, Natasha met you—the legendary Grim Reaper intertwining into the life of an unknown the killer.

Natasha was surprised at first, seeing someone watching her from the corner of her mother’s home office and the obvious polished blade glints under the harsh light. She was mesmerised as her eye’s trails pass the sharp object to the structure of your face, a mysterious persona. An undying hunger was awakened from within after that day.

You weren’t known to most, but you had the softest smile on your face as your gaze drops on the lifelessly body, “A little disorganized for your first murder.”

Laughter erupts, sounding carefree and at ease after Natasha’s scrambled to pull out the hidden knife in her boots and pointing it towards the stranger. Tension sizzles in the air, Natasha was sure her first and hopefully, her last murder would had been executed without any kind of interruption or mistakes. It was an act of vengeance for her sister and his big mouth. A death for things that was incredibly wrong.

After her first time, Natasha laid in bed without anyone else’s knowledge of her gruesome truth. The crime committed just hours ago. Her mind flashing with images of blood tainted on her hands, the fear in his eyes and lips quiver as if she would reconsider his actions, the knife sliding through his skin and his muffled screams. The satisfaction garnered from knowing someone received their well-earned death made her feel better.

And the mysterious stranger, you were watching her clean the mess made while offering words of assistance. Mostly unhelpful, but a teasing tone at your every touch of voice that made her cheeks warm.

Then, the introduction that her left her mouth gape—your mysterious self and so effortlessly beautiful, a collector of souls, known as Death, soul harvester, a fulfilling sight—and your name that wasn’t known.

Your response to her bewildered expression was your chilling step closer, the air made Natasha shudder and your cold hand slithers out from beneath your dark cloak. The same hand grasps Natasha’s jaw then softly pushing her jaw up to complete shut her mouth, “Don’t wanna catch death flies.”

Natasha’s urges only amplify. She wondered if another round of cries and a bloody mess would grant her the appearance of Death. Will you grace Natasha with your presence again or were you simply a fragment of her imagination and if that was it, she might really be losing her mind.

A week later, Natasha committed her second kill and you appeared with a flattering smirk.

The unlikely friendship manifested after every encounter of unimaginable death. It was after her seventh that Natasha found peace within her inner battle. Those hours spent killing people and the solace she found wasn’t her unwinding herself from stress but embracing her true passion. Accepting her desire to see you again. There wasn’t another way of meeting Death, if not committing murder.

Killing, murdering, unliving someone in the most gruesome way. That was her source of self-indulgence and the direct connection to you.

Conversations were brief, mostly surrounding Natasha’s recent kill. Gradually, conversations evolve into your questions about her life that wasn’t revolving dead bodies. Casual conversations became your thing with her, but still, you were nothing more than an acquaintance.

Why was she attached to a mystical creature? Why was every act of murder accompanied with aching anticipating for you?

Slowly, after throwing her frustration at her fourth kill, a woman who tried cutting her line at the grocery store then proceeding to flaunt her money which was a direct descended of stolen money— that she finally realise how she was incredibly fucked up and she was harbouring feelings for the Grim Reaper.

The unusual amount of time she had spent rehearsing conversations then trying to start said conversation wasn’t normal nor was it easy with you. Death or simply you weren’t someone who speaks as much. Natasha’s fear of messing up her words creeps her confidence and the fear of ruining her honoured title as Death’s favourite killer.

Your favourite serial killer.

Natasha Romanoff had successfully committed a total of thirty-seven kills, seventeen were committed within the span of one week. It wasn’t her brightest moment. You waver your presence at some visits till you started visiting her most often and longer which made Natasha excessively happy, not only from the sheer liking of killing but the chance of seeing you.

But the murders weren’t only committed with the purpose of seeing you.

“This was a bit messy. Don’t you think?” you asked, sauntering into the room and crossing your arms, gazing down at the lifeless body wrapped in an old carpet then your eyes wanders to the blood stains on the floor.

The smirk on your lips extends to your cheeks, wickedly scary and Natasha felt her legs trembles for the sheer seconds of your eyes meeting hers.

You snap your fingers, regaining Natasha’s attention from her daze state. The killer, the name so profound, snaps from her thoughts and takes a step back when she realises your proximity. Her tongue tied, throat burning of words she dares not utter and her gaze momentarily falls on your round lips.

“You’re making my job way harder than it has to be, Natasha…” your voice emits a certain coldness of death which instigate a shiver on Natasha’s skin. Hint of silver glint from your teeth beneath a malicious smirk, tongue darting across smooth lips. “And you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Natasha doesn’t favour commands from those assuming they had some sort of authority over her, not even parent’s righteous or the overcrowding teachers flinging their advice at her innocent face. There’s always an alternative response in those moments with a faultless performance.

But the current thumping of heart’s desire, good girl—prodding into Natasha’s mind, swiftly nudging her head as she nodded obediently and the corners of her lips curves, drawing a smile on her face while your distinguishable smirk blurs in her vision to reveal an astonishing smile.

The skilful killer whose body count was so distinct from what was assumed of her, realises something on that dusky night.

She loves your smile and she worship the intimate exchange over splattered blood.

An abrupt thump on the ground stirs Natasha’s drifting mind as the surge of opaque mist envelopes her surroundings. Absolute darkness buries her vision, hands reaching for something, but not the slightest fear crawls at her skin.

Then, a hushed sound emerges to her left and seconds after, another wisp of icy air blows at her right cheek.

“Such a good girl.”

Natasha sucks a deep breath, feeling slender fingers at the nape of her neck before flickers of light invades her sight—and those familiar eyes of yours, an endless abyss and a taunting smile, merely an inch away from her.

“You don’t have to stand on a mountain of bodies for my attention,” your voice echoes through her mind, “Just tell me what you want and…” and your eyebrows furrowed, giving an impression that you know of those flowing thoughts behind starving eyes.

Natasha’s breath escapes as gasps when your feverish lips contacted hers. It jolts something within her soul, the terror screams of her victims couldn’t compare as she submits, lips parting slightly as unfamiliar velvety tongue slips into her mouth.

You’re mine, Natasha.

She doesn’t utter a word. The silent hums of lips meeting were enough of an acceptance. Natasha felt like a virgin, so clumsy and inexperienced, savouring the distinctive taste in her mouth, how hands were daringly crossing bridges of which she would had cut their hands off—but these hands, so cold, so rough and yet, emits a placid feeling that she craves.

She doesn’t know how long lips melted against each other or when her body falls on a bed of grey clouds, flicker of red somewhere in the room she couldn’t care to know. Natasha hasn’t thought of life ahead, she hasn’t encounter anything as satisfying than the thirst inside to kill then she found herself consumed by the persistence of Death; your mystical self, adoring darkness from your core to the lifts of your lips, mocking her and teasing, relentlessly tugging her heart into a dangerous zone.

“You are an astounding human,” you whispered, luring Natasha from her daze to realise her position. Your thighs straddle her waist, holding her down as your dark cloak pools on her lower half. “I had never met someone so corrupted and so eager to please.”

It was absurd how easily she surrendered, “Please…” she was writhing beneath you. Natasha doesn’t understand why she was begging for mercy. Fear of her life merely exist, but the aching inside that seeks a healing touch, heart begging for more than your lips risky endeavour on her skin.

She feels the surge of energy setting her insides with a fire and her mouth gasping as your hand enclose around her throat and the other trails a path down her abdomen. The twist of hips, pelvis hitting at each thrust, body savouring ever messy touch and moans echoes around.

The cloak shielding your body slowly peels slightly, glimpse of nude skin and Natasha’s mouth waters to unveil more as her greedy hand reach over, pulling the offending material as it falls lower.

“Oh god,” Natasha whimpered, her eyes distracted by firm breast mercilessly shifting at every thrust. “You’re beautiful,” she observes the scene for a lustful moment before feeling a gust of wind on her skin, almost naked if not covered by matching coloured lingerie.

“Almost feel like you were waiting for this, were you?” you teased, forefinger drawing a line between Natasha’s slit, scoffing when the famed killer whimpers for more. “You’re so helpless under me. Was this what they felt?”

Surprised was an understatement at your influence on her body. The clothes seemingly disappearing in air and her mind spiralling in immoral thoughts, craving for you to completely remove your dark cloak.

The ambience of the room or what space she couldn’t decipher, launches herself into an arouse state as her wide-eyes watch your head declines from her clear sight to finding your head between her thighs, fingers digging into her warm skin, nails leaving crescent dents as she sucks a deep breath.

Your cold tongue licks a stripe over her heated core. Realisation creeps in of her complete naked state and the eagerness for her body to uncover more as your mouth thrust into throbbing core. Natasha’s mind clouding with euphoria, aimlessly moaning at ever nudge over her swollen clit and when cold tongue slips into her opening, and her hands falls on the head breaching her common sense.

“Fuck, please don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whined, begging and plunging her entire self into a prodding desire.

The humming from your mouth stirs her body, cold mouth wrapping around her clit as a finger replaces the emptiness in her hole then pulling out and back in, another finger provoking a pleasurable loud moan from her mouth.

“You taste so good,” you praised, soft and grumbled like as your mouth continues their action, and Natasha’s thighs shakes from the sheer sounds of you. Muscles tightening as she closes around your fingers and immersing herself into the pure sensation of warmth invading her stomach, skin sweaty and sticky and your teasing chuckle at her helpless state.

Death. Death. Death. Echoes a defenceless sound in her mind, clouded by the image of your bare breast, the head between her warm legs, taunting smiles and eyes striking her heart to the core, shelving every other thought in replace with one; you.

“You’re such a good girl, uh?”

Obedient too.

Natasha hears your voice occupying painting the walls of her mind and amused as her mouth mumbles of incoherent words. You swiftly lifted her body, shifting position to lay down as Natasha is left straddling you, and your hands guides hers to the breast she was waiting to drag her tongue over. Rough hands press over hers, your pointed eyes urging for her to please you—someone so powerful, commanding her to do something that she swore to perfect.

If she could kill by her own rules, then she would easily master the needs of you.

And she did, trying to dominate the body beneath her, but she was mostly led by every sound of satisfaction from your mouth.

When her tongue wraps around your harden nipple while the other fed with attention from her fingers. Death, so bizarre to fall from her mouth, pants and praises from yours, even when she gulps, completely mesmerised by the sounds pulled from her touch. It wasn’t the sound of useless bodies begging for their life that sets her off, it’s this.

It’s you.

“Don’t stop,” your muffled voice shudders Natasha shoulder with a peculiarly coldness grazing her skin and her head turns to see the scythe’s blade almost clashing with her jaw. “Down…” you ordered, using the extensive hook to nudge her shoulder downwards.

Natasha wordlessly obeyed, nudging her body where she was led to face your glistering core and her own pulses, eagerly anticipating the next rule of orders as her mouth waters for the sleek that coats your thighs. Head lifts for the mere second to see flashes of red behind your dark eyes and your taunting smirk as the silver blade glints close to her cheek.

“Good girls don’t make messes,” your warned with a quirk of your eyebrows, the scythe’s sharp blade grazes Natasha’s cheek. The touch made the latter gasp, feeling a slight pinch on her skin and the trickle of crimson trailing down her face. Your icy hands wipe the red on her cheeks and smiling softly at her tolerance to be used.

Natasha Romanoff doesn’t think that she’s another woman with a gruesome secret or ponders of how her hands waved at elderly couple and guided them across the street, the same hands which she spends hours trying to rid of bloodstains. She simply doesn’t think at that significant moment as her tongue dives without hesitation, dawning her new sense of life by your moans filling the space in her head.

If someone asked of her life’s biggest achievement, she wouldn’t utter of those bloody bodies but would proudly exclaim of tasting life between the threats of death—your thighs clasping around her head, fingers tangled and tugging at her hair, murmurs of command that sets a fire to her lungs, how she felt the sharp blade hovering so dangerously over her back—and they wouldn’t know.

Natasha met the Grim Reaper before she desires for death, then meeting you again and realising the extend of death. Countless of hours spend while a lifeless body accompanies you and her then the hours spend as bodies embrace the other’s need, as she huffs and grunts, moaning and cursing at the pure euphoria erupting from within, and hearing the equally pleased sound from you.

And when morning wakes her in an empty bed, the smell of sex stirs her insides with a hunger.

Bloodstains her hand and underneath her nails, exactly an hour after.

Death gives her chills, and your taunting smile greets her first. Carelessly did she merge her body into yours, the blood stains your skin and hers. Where moans echoes in her mind, an addiction to only satiety with your touch, while scythe trails a line down her body, the end parting her folds and the discovery of a miraculous pleasure as her mouth gape, absorbing your thrust and the sinful words that seeps so sweetly down her throat.

Falling into death’s arms wasn’t a killer’s dream, but Natasha wouldn’t dare wish for anything else when you were there, luring her into your sinful arms and the words spewing from your mouth that seems to thread with her thoughts. Not a mountain of bodies could stop her from reaching the high you had forever embedded on her body.

[gentrychild]

Ballerina!Lady Nagant AU

When the Hero Commission starts to creepily circle around their potential sniper, Mama Nagant (who may or may not be an assassin) firmly informed them that her daughter's dream was to be a Prima and that she would soon go to a school or join a company. Teenage Nagant has doubts about it because yes, she loves ballet, but the Commission head hunter told her about how she could help people.

Mama Nagant quickly disabuses her of this notion. She will let her daughter do whatever she wants. But she has to know what it entails first. When Baby Nagant told her she wanted to be a ballerina, she warned her that it was really going to mess with her body in the long run. If she wants to work for the Commission, she ought to know she will kill people. And many of them will be innocent. It violently disillusioned Nagant because she was very close to signing her life away.

At some point, she joins the family business. She chooses her contracts (alternating between protector and killer) and the fact she is internationally known as one of the best ballerina around really helps when she wants to get into a country ASAP. She is known for a performance where she stained the scene with red ballet shoe prints, something acclaimed by the critics as a criticism of the strain dancers are expected to put up with/dedication artists give to their art/spooky vibes (it's a bit of a debate in universe). Actually, she just had to kill someone in her loge and she didn't notice she had walked in the blood. She gets very embarrassed about it.

When she is about 35, she is forced to retire from the ballet scene because her joints are busted. She is bored out of her mind.

The AU properly starts when she meets AFO, who introduces himself as a long time fan of her work (she thinks he is talking about the sniper part of her life but apparently, he also enjoys ballet). He can't fix her body but he can offer the next best thing: a quirk that would allow her to dance in the air. In exchange, she just has do so one simple work for him.