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wolfjackle-creates · 2 years ago

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Bring Me Home: Chapter 2 Part 2

It's Wednesday! Time for another WIP Wednesday. No Ghost!Robin today. I've been focusing more on this fic. I think I'm going to try and start alternating weeks, but there's no set schedule or plan and it's liable to change at a moment's notice.

Fic Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Cassie hissed, “What the fuck, Tim!”

“I know!” whispered Tim back. “Danny mentioned home security, but I had no idea it was like that!”

Bart shook his head. “Want help with that kidnapping scheme? I’ll join you on your road to villainy.”

“That’s the problem with Tim,” agreed Conner. “He makes the road to evil look like it’s really the best option. Count me in, too.”

Cassie groaned. “Damn it, you guys are right. I’m in.”

Before Tim could do more than flip them off, Danny was back. “The pop express has returned!”

Cassie was closest to the door and Danny passed over her drink first. Only to freeze as their fingers brushed.

“Oh,” said Danny who looked at their hands then up at Cassie and back to their hands. “Huh.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Cassie and Tim started to get a bad feeling.

Which was only worsened by Danny looking at him with a grin forming on his face. “Sooooo, Tim—”

“No!” Tim shook a finger at him. “You’d better not tell me what I think you’re about to tell me! You’re OP enough! No more!”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You done?”

Tim sighed and decided to just collapse backwards onto Danny’s bed. He stared at the ceiling and waved a hand in the air. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

Danny, apparently, loved making him suffer and continued passing out the drinks without telling him what he discovered. Then the mattress dipped next to him and Danny was above him with a grin that wouldn’t melt butter.

“So, Tii-iim,” Danny sing-songed.

“Daaan-ny,” replied Tim in the same tone.

��Apparently I can sense metas. And aliens. Which is so cool. They feel so different to humans! I knew about my ghost sense, but didn’t realize that applied to other species.”

Tim just sighed and closed his eyes. “Of course you can.”

“Conner!” The mattress shifted again as Danny moved. “You feel like warm sunshine and it’s so cool. Bart, you feel like static. Which… little awkward for me, but it’ll be good. I should try and get over my fear of electricity. Cassie, you also feel like static, but in a totally different way. Can’t explain it any better than that.”

“Why is static a problem?” asked Bart.

At the same time, Tim said, “I’ll add it to the list. And the descriptions.” He cracked one eye open to look at Danny. “Will you promise to stop developing more powers for me?”

Danny laughed and nudged his knee. “No promises.”

Cassie looked between them. “Does this mean you know?” she asked Danny.

“Wonder Girl, right? And Superboy and Impulse?”

Cassie nodded. “And Tim told us about you.”

“My lips are sealed,” Danny promised.

Tim rolled his eyes and pushed himself up. “Just gimme my water and fix my phone.”

“Wow, Tim,” said Cassie. “Rude much?”

“No. Look, you’ve no idea how ridiculously OP Danny is. Almost every week he calls me saying he discovered something else he can do.”

“If you think that was rude,” added Danny with a laugh, “you should’ve seen the things he said to me when I got him killed in Elf Night.”

“Ugh,” Tim feigned annoyance. “Don’t remind me. Honestly, what were you thinking? You were a rogue! Why did you attack the boss head on like a barbarian? We lost weeks of game progress! Weeks, Danny!”

Danny just laughed and threw the water bottle at his face. Tim caught it easily.

“Just give me your phone, Slim-Slam.”

“Slim-Slam?” asked Conner.

“He tried to object to Tim-Tam. I made him regret it.”

Tim shook his head. “This was a mistake. Why the hell did I ever think it’d be a good idea to let you guys meet.” To hopefully get them to change the subject, he shoved his phone in Danny’s direction. “What do you need to do to this anyway?”

“We just need to make it compatible with ectoplasm. There’s enough ambient ecto in Amity that waiting a few weeks allows it to happen naturally, but that’s not an option for you guys. Tuck and I went through, like, fifty devices figuring out the exact quantities and locations to add ectoplasm to force the process without destroying the device. It took us ages, but we figured it out. Now Tuck and I get extra money from the tech geeks in town who don’t want to wait the month or so it usually takes for new devices to start working.”

“Speaking of Tucker, will I be able to meet him? And Sam? You’re meeting my friends, I want to meet yours.”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. I’ll text them to meet us at Nasty Burger in forty minutes.” He sat at his desk and set down Tim’s phone to do so. Then, he opened a drawer and pulled out a set of micropipettes and disposable tips in a variety of sizes along with an empty glass beaker. Then came out an electronics tool kit. Tim had a similar one, though Danny’s looked like it had been obtained piecemeal as nothing matched. Finally, he opened a different drawer and pulled out a vial of a glowing green liquid.

Tim pushed himself off the bed and moved to stand over Danny’s shoulder. His friends joined him.

Bart asked, “So what will you be doing? What’s that green stuff?”

“It’s ectoplasm. The stuff ghosts and their dimension are made of. Ectoplasm is… complicated. This is unshaped ectoplasm, also called pure ectoplasm. A ghost or sentient creature can impose their will on it and make it function in a specific way. Since I’ve died, I have an easier time shaping it than most humans. I’ll send ‘tech’ vibes at it to get it to fuse to the phone more easily and apply carefully determined quantities to the different parts of the phone.”

“‘Tech vibes.’” Tim couldn’t hold back the groan. “It’s like magic. I hate it.”

Cassie bumped her shoulder against his. “You get that from Bruce.”

“Damn right, I do.”

Tim watched as Danny popped out the sim card. “First thing I’ll do is add a hundred microliters to the sim card. Then I’ll take the screen off and get to work on the innards. Do you guys want new batteries, by the way? Tuck’s got a bunch of ecto-batteries. Could have him bring them along when we meet up. You’d never have to charge your phone again.”

“Hell yeah!” said Conner. “Sign me right up.”

Tim shook his head, but couldn’t hold back the smile. “What do you mean by never have to charge it again?”

“I mean an ecto-battery will power the phone longer than the computer in the phone will last. I’ve switched over all my electronics. Nothing in this house is hooked up to the electricity grid anymore. I haven’t used a wall plug in four months. Not since Tucker and I fixed the batteries my parents designed.”

Tim didn’t like the sound of that. “Two questions. First, if the battery outlasts the phone, how should we dispose of it. And two, more importantly, ‘fixed’? What the hell does that mean?”

Danny had finished with the sim card and discarded the pipette tip in the beaker. Then he set about removing the screen from the phone. “Just bring the phones back to me when you’re done with them. I’ll upgrade your new ones, too. And their designs were liable to explode, overload the device, or bring it to life so it attacked. But Tuck and I took care of all that. Now devices only attack if Technus manages to get through the portal.”

Tim could sense Conner trying to look at him, but he resolutely refused to look away from Danny’s hands. He was removing the cameras and adding more ectoplasm to them, though much less than the sim card needed.

Unable to get Tim’s attention, Conner asked, “Who’s Technus?”

Danny shrugged. “One of my rogues. Tuck thinks he’s the ghost of Nikolai Tesla. He’s interested in controlling all technology and will make himself a giant mechasuit cannibalized from any electronic he can find in, like, a half mile radius. Super annoying.”

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So I've decided which episode of the show this will take place during! It's mid season 1, so Jazz knows about Danny but Danny doesn't know she knows. I don't think that contradicts anything I've written (need to reread it), but if it does, no it doesn't. I dunno if most of you know what micropipettes look like, but if there's any interest I can take pics at work tomorrow and post them so you can see what I mean when I talk about the tips and stuff. I meant to do that today and then I didn't.

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Getting close to the point where I'll have to split the tag list in two! (I'll still add anyone who is interested.)

#dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #cassie sandsmark #conner kent #bart allen #dead tired #danny gets a new power #tim is done #tim is going to drag everyone with him if he goes evil #he just makes it make sense

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doodle-do-wop · 8 months ago

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Rayni (open discussion post)

as some of you may have heard/seen I am Rayni Aria's biggest goddamn hater

I can't stand her ass

I recently read/listened through Stellarlune for the first time and I hated her the moment I met her. Yes I know the ending of Legacy, I know how it all flows

But I Still can't stand her

Why? Because she is a literal blob of nothingness on the page

Spoilers for Stellarlune

Rayni Aria is a character who was once the Neverseen member Glimmer (dumbass name btw) who, allegedly was involved with none of the Neverseen's major plots so far; The Kidnapping of Sophie and Dex, their torture, jumping Sophie, Keefe, and Silveny in Exile, Mt Everest, the gnomes etc etc etc

Allegedly she's had zero part in any of that because they just stick her in a corner and even when Gisela was overthrown she still didn't do diddly squat, she just read medical books. Sure. Okay

Her life previous to joining terrorists willingly was she was just a normal girl with a normal life until people started to whisper speculations about her parents' relationship not being all of what it says on the tin. Her parents are found guilty of messing with the match system to be together and avoid a Bad Match status and are made an example of by banishment But Rayni isn't banished with them as instead her parents leave her with a note and are never heard from again Rayni drops out of Foxfire and lives in a rented room in Mysterium until Gisela finds her and tell her to quit her unemployment and join her emo band Cool, alright. Mid and extremely questionable loyalties. So you'll just go with whoever reaches out their hand first. Good to know

Beyond her frankly uninteresting backstory Rayni's personality is the exact same cookie cutter cardboard cutout mean girl leave no coughed insults unspoke persona that is so old and over used I think Shannon might've actually managed to resuscitate this dead horse. Rayni whines and bitches about how 'no one will trust her' but does absolutely nothing to win herself any favors. Instead she seems more than chipper to keep digging at her own grave so why dont we just drop this whole pointless scene and let her keep on going at it She's boring. She's bland. She's lame. And don't get me started on the weird cat lamp thing I don't know if Shannon was going for 'oh look she likes cats' or 'boo hoo she's so broken and jaded an this lamp is the one thing that lights up her dark dark soul'.

Rayni is weird, her vibes are just so off and so lack luster. Her depth is so shallow I couldn't even soak up a puddle of it with a napkin.

What's the point of bring in a bad guy now good guy/anti hero if all they do is snark in the corner, pet a cat statue, watch the protagonist do jack diddly squat and be like "oh yeah, you're a leader now" girl what??? That entire scene where Rayni unmasks herself was so boring if I cut out the only other emotion I felt while listening which was annoyance. I listened and live reacted to it on discord with some friends as my witness and what even was that scene? Tam is supposedly the one holding the talking stick in the group I guess just because he and Rayni are just such good buds so obviously he should take point (cause no one thinks he's brainwashed) and the entire time Rayni bicthes and moans about how no one trusts her (girl you're wearing a stinky, smelly, raggedy terrorist hood. You couldn't ask to trade it for a less stinky less terrorist embroidered one?) and while yeah people poke holes at her and take small jabs Rayni really seems gung ho with tossing playground responses with 14-16 year olds at her grown ass age. She's one year younger than Wyile and while young adults in their 19/20s arent mature at all it is CRAZY to me that she bitches about no one trusting her and then turns and calls Fitz Sophie's "telepath back-up" I believe the correct quote is "You're basically Sophie's telepath backup" and this is said to Fitz and that was just the most absurd thing I've ever fucking heard spoken by Gisela's fucking lapdog. Fitz is done so dirty in this book and Rayni basically calls Fitz a "backup" like he's a damn battery or some waterboy Sophie only needs to use like an object. The worst part isn't that its the bad guy's lapdog with questionable loyalties that says this. Its the fact that no one stood up for Fitz. No one said anything. And Sophie fucking laughed. She laughed at that. And Fitz is the only one to blame for their fucked up cognate bond, sure. (Biana, FITZ'S FUCKING SISTER also says and does nothing because Biana is just a little poster Shannon sticks on the wall this whole book)

And not to mention that whole bit with Rayni constantly comparing her and Stina as if they're different faces on the same coin. Like you can't sit there in your terrorist onesie and look someone in the face and be like "Yeah your life is gonna be just like mine. Just you wait. It's coming for you. And then, yeah, you'll be just like me. Huff Huff" and then get mad when she doesn't like you in the slightest. Like yeah, I just love sitting in the same room as someone who tells me my life has a timer on my happy days because we're totes twinsies. Shannon should've let Stina punch Rayni because if this snarky little bug really wanted some damn allies wouldn't she want Stina on her side? You know, the most outspoken nay sayer in all of the Lost Cities? If you're gonna bring up your little Gisela Mini-Me act get good Circus-Circus.

If I wanna like Rayni I need more depth than Miss Hardknock Life over here who gets her kicks out of throwing tantrums when people dont trust her while she wears a terrorist hood and gets her kicks out of replying to every petty response.

If I could, I'd rewrite that whole scene because I genuinely love big groups in books and it would be fun to see a diverse group personality wise instead of the same 'bad bitch' boring outline. I can't believe Rayni's 'tough' personality is a facade because she's not just tough to trust. She's tough to want in any way shape or form She's not Heather Chandler, She's not even Heather Duke, she could never even dream of being Regina Georgie. She's so 2D she flies away with a tiny sigh. The whole book could've honestly been the exact same without Rayni around. Erase her and simply have Trix reach out on his own or something and you still have the Esilyum plot intact. Rayni was just there to make a page count for nothing of any great importance.

That's just what I think of Rayni. She annoys, bores, and pisses me off. She's like the physical embodiment of an Instagram comment section. If yall want, please tell me what you think about her because I genuinely want to know what makes her even the slightest bit interesting to any of you. I like headcanons and I can be convince to take a lot of them. Will my opinion on canon Rayni change? Who knows man

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #rayni aria #kotlc rayni #lets talk about it

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shadowuserannie · 22 days ago

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grabbing a red pen (my destiny is in my hands)?

So the basis of this AU is essentially a world where all the characters are humans, and characters with labeled "powers" under a certain category are officially "anomalies" unofficially "freaks". It's a human superhero AU.

It begins with Fitz and Dex, respectively 12 and 10, and Fitz having had his telepathy for a while but stuck in Sophie's situation of being unable to control it. Because his father/Alden is the police commissioner of the capital of the United Cities, Eternalia/Shangri-La, Fitz is constantly exposed to the thoughts of criminals and trying his best to keep his powers hidden because he's scared he'll be arrested.

One day he runs into some trouble and meets a tiny kid who in no way should be running around the streets in a vigilante costume, but a kid genius's gotta kid genius when he figures out his mom is part of the Black Swan's Collective.

One thing leads to another, and flash forward to present/plot REALLY kicking off two years later, with Team I-Need-Help-Naming (working title so far is Team Rebel) rounding out at a quartet; co-leaders Techno and Mentalis, members Silvem and Reign, and gaining a new guy who for some reason that's got to be totally unrelated to the Neverseen, picks the alias "Lodestar" because it feels right.

Hmm.

That can't possibly mean anything bad, right?

Bonus excerpt below;

Team Rebel: Gala Infiltration

‘Linked up now. Everyone in position?’ transmitted Fitz. His eyes scanned the guests flowing inside the ballroom of Everglen Manor, trying not to twitch. Biana was right next to him, and his sister was nosy and smart-a combination he absolutely did not want to deal with on a mission this precarious.

‘I’m watching the guests coming in. On the gates.’ Techno replied.

‘Already inside.’ Tam stated, and Fitz finally spotted him-in the disguise.

Biana narrowed her eyes as her brother suddenly started to snicker, covering his mouth as he tried to stifle his laughter. “What’s so funny?” Was there something on her face or messed up? Biana glanced down at her dress, resisting the urge to pull out a mirror compact. They weren’t supposed to play pranks during galas, but it’d been a full week and still no retaliation from Fitz for her ‘chandelier ghost’.

“Just remembered something.” Fitz replied, grinning innocently. Biana’s eyes were practically slits. That wasn’t a ‘prank’ smile. But if it wasn’t, then what was it?

‘Tam, are you-’

‘If Keefe is already here then shut up and don’t find me.’ Tam transmitted. To his and Dex’s credit, Fitz wouldn’t have recognized him if he hadn’t been able to trace thoughts and finally found where Tam’s mind was.

‘No, he’s ETA in two. Reign?’

‘Here, in your banisters.’ Fitz’s eye promptly twitched from the effort of not looking up. He didn’t notice the suspicion in Biana’s eyes. ‘Also, you look amazing, anh.’

‘Don’t.’

“Hey.”

Fitz didn’t notice Biana had spoken until she’d elbowed him. “I’m going to find a better conversation partner.” Fitz winced as she strode off.

‘Biana’s mad at me now.’

‘Your sister?’ Techno asked.

‘Yeah-oh no.’

‘You’ve spotted the Neverseen?’ asked Reign.

‘No. Tam.’

‘What?’

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Dempsey Pemberley, 18. Tried to flirt with her last time when his mother was talking to Mom. Biana gives him a wide berth.

Audric Aiken. He’s nice, but boring. Biana has heard about him being a supposed gossip but considering his behaviour when she’s around him makes for a dull evening.

Shayda Adel. Biana is not going near her with a ten-foot pole.

Then Biana notices the handsome girl.

A sparkly, black dress fading to a flounced silver skirt with layers of satin falling just above the knee is complimented by silver heels, with netting sleeves showing off her strong shoulders. Simple silver jewellery along with a pendant necklace pulls the look together well-which Biana appreciates. Her short hair has been styled back and pulled into a small Japanese knot style with a silvery butterfly hairpin coiling it all together, which doesn’t quite reflect her Vietnamese features but who is Biana to judge? She looks stunning. There’s no way Biana could’ve missed a girl looking this good.

“Hi, new here?” She greets, like an absolute omnisexual-blind fool.

She startles, silver earrings sparkling, and turns abruptly to face her. A blush spreads across her creamy skin as she takes in Biana, and she absolutely basks in the attention. Her aquamarine jewellery should compliment her eyes well, along with her own pink, one-shouldered dress.

Biana takes the opportunity to check her out-she means look over. Yup. Totally. Her front bangs have streaks of silver, shining too brightly to be dye, and the light bounces off her pendant. The shadows shift just a moment, exposing a distinctive curve of a symbol before it vanishes again.

She flashes the other ‘girl’ a smile that makes her blush harder.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Uh-sure.”

‘Her’ voice is nervous but doesn’t crack and is distinctly feminine. Biana keeps her smile on as she waves down the waiter tending the gala bar. “Sparkling cider for the two of us, non-alcoholic, please.”

Biana steps a little closer to the ‘girl’, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

No matter the gender, the reaction proves that tonight's gala she’s going to make sure one of Team Rebel’s members comes away with a crush on her.

And maybe she’ll get answers on their agendas if she plays the game well.

#shadysparkles #kotlc #kotlc fandom #biana kotlc #biana vacker #kotlc biana #tam x biana #kotlc tam #tam song #tam kotlc #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #superhero #superhero au #human au #kotlc au #fic wip #linh song

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crippling-pages · 8 months ago

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Took me a while to get my thoughts into words, but awhile ago, @swans-chirping-in-the-distance made a post saying that Tam and Marella have gossip sessions, and this is exactly what me and my IRL friend headcanon.

Okay so basically we both headcanon that Tam and Marella do indeed, have gossip sessions.

It starts with Marella sitting down at the table and talking about the newest gossip and stuff... *cue the scene/mini fanfic below tw cringe*

"...so it turns out, she likes Jared-"

"Actually, she doesn't."

Marella whips her head around to see Tam casually eating a sandwich. Her eye twitches.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what?" She says. Tam looks at her.

"What what? Liana doesn't actually like Jared."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Marella explodes, causing a few tables to look over. "She's been pinning on him for the past three weeks! It's obvious! And he likes her back too!"

Tam snorts, and shakes his head. "It was a dare. Three weeks ago, Liana and her friends were playing a game of Truth or Dare, and one of them, Arenen, dared Liana to pretend to like a random guy, and that guy was Jared."

Marella's jaw was on the floor. "...You're lying. I don't believe you!" He shrugged.

"If you don't believe me, you can look over behind you to see Liana and Arenen talking while pointing to Jared, looks of disgust on there faces."

She turned around, and in fact, Marella did see the two girls, doing exactly as Tam described.

"...No way."

"I also, ah, overhead, them in the hallway... ehh, 30 minutes ago."

Marella couldn't say anything. Liana and Jared? A lie? Fake? But most important, gossip that she HADN'T known about?!

She heard Keefe whistle. "Damn, Bangs Boy, didn't know you were into gossip." Tam just shrugged.

"It's the only thing worth going to this school for. The crazy, drama filled lives of others is free entrainment."

That was exactly what Marella though.

Regaining her voice, she asked Tam a question. "Okay... so, you're right. Oh my custard bursts... This is... Sorry." She swallowed. "If you know this, do you know anything else?"

"Well, I know Jared is gay and in love with Clorax."

"WHAT-"

*cue the end of the mini drabble/scene*

And from that day forward, there was a beautiful friendship was formed. It started during lunch, where Marella and Tam would spend at LEAST 10-15 minutes filling each other in on all the gossip they've collected that day.

Then, it transferred from when Marella was visiting Linh but Linh had to leave, she and Tam would start talking. It was small at first, since neither of them really talked outside of school, but soon enough, they started to get to know each other.

Tam was one of the first few people to have been told from Marella that she's a lesbian (and her feelings for Linh, which Tam totally supported), and Marella was one of the few that Tam was in love with Biana. (Both of them use this information to their advantages/teasing. Like "Tam, if you don't do this for me, I'll have to call Biana~" "SHUT UP I'LL DO IT FINE YOU EVIL B-" and "Linh, there's something MARELLA needs to tell you, and it's that she-" "I THINK THAT YOU LOOK GREAT IN PINK BUT BETTER IN ORANGE")

I have a lot more to say about these two. Like Tam Marella friendship is so valueable to me. I have WAYYY more to say on them which will probs go onto another post, but yeah. <3

TAM AND MARELLA FRIENDSHIP WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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theguarddogofallyourfeverdreams · 10 days ago

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what the gang would smell like and perfumes | bh6 headcanons

tadashi hamada

fresh, soft and clean laundry, coffee beans being ground and brewed into hot coffee, vanilla and cinnamon as freshly handmade pastries are being popped in and out of the oven. walking into a warm cafe-bakery at early morning on a chilly, foggy winter day in which breathing produces vapor and the sky is still somewhat dark and you are instantly enveloped in that warmth and sweetness. the moment you open the door to the cafe a bell jingles, announcing another customer's entrance sweetly. people are already visiting the cafe and exchanging friendly and kind 'good morning's, cups of coffee in their hands. a comforting hug overflowing with coziness a la teddy bears and baymax.

what else do i have to say? guys and girls want him. so nice and kind to everybody it's unreal-- definitely to a fault sometimes. even on days that he isn't donning any fragrance he is complimented by anybody who gets close enough to him to smell the atmosphere of the lucky cat cafe on his signature cardigans. he has to tell the person that he's not wearing anything when they ask, but hey, he gets to plug his aunt's cafe. though not to the extent of wasabi, tadashi is definitely conscious of his smell and cleanliness and takes measures not to be stinky (LOL). doesn't prefer any "gender" of perfume, just needs to be comforting, clean and inoffensive. sometimes lends hiro his clothes and cologne. perfumes: maison margiela's lazy sunday morning / coffee break, diptyque's tam dao, jo malone's wood sage & sea salt, penhaligon's endymion

hiro hamada

much like his older brother, he smells like the Lucky Cat Cafe since they literally live above the place and the two of them have to open and close for Aunt Cass on days it's busy and on beat poetry nights. except he's an adolescent young male going through puberty so let's face it: there's going to be times where he smells less than ideal. that doesn't mean he doesn't shower everyday or isn't careful about personal hygiene, it's just teenage boy smell, hormones and shit. sometimes for important events he might ask tadashi to borrow his fragrances, which is convenient because all of them are clean, inoffensive, and somewhat proper. perfumes: giorgio armani's acqua di gio [AN//every teen boy has this as one of their starters don't fight me on this], maison margiela's bubble bath, clean's warm cotton [AN// this one was so hard to do because i keep having to get rid of the teenage boy smell stereotype and lock tf in]

gogo tomago

laconic, brutal, grungy, bold and rough, all with sarcastic charm: 0 to 60 to maxing out the speedometer in the blink of an eye, the leather interior of a race car, the burning of tires on a race track, engine of the car roaring as the exhaust pipe spits out smoke and flames, leather racing gloves, the dangerous and exhilarating chase for a high fueled by speed and adrenaline, all on top of refreshing woody citrusy notes from her own cologne: citrus, eucalyptus, vetiver and cedarwood

girls love her, guys want to be her. would make great friends with haruka tenoh. though gogo seems like she would prefer not to be worried with dainty little things like perfume, she actually cares to smell clean so she does reach for a bottle of fragrance sometimes. she wouldn't be opposed to wearing mens' cologne; actually, sometimes prefers to wear "masculine" over "feminine" scents and has attracted many a lady's attention. works on her own cars and bikes after finishing up on the race track on the weekend, sometimes ending up smelling like car engine oil, metal, and grime; this only adds to her gritty, edgy and rough charm as an accomplished racer engineer and mechanic.

perfume: guy laroche's drakkar noir, tom ford's ombre leather, jo malone's lime basil&mandarin, penhaligon's sports car club (so on brand!)

honey lemon

polaroids and flashes of digital cameras, eccentric but elegant statement pieces, a caramel latte with a few drizzles of honey next to a cute, bubbly pink vegan-leather purse atop a dressing room table, a nearby cabinet filled with innumerable bottles of perfume and cosmetics made by upscale luxury cosmetics houses. the dressing room smells like rose and various herbs from a bouquet of roses and a nearby reed diffuser. sugar spice and everything nice, just the swaying of her long hair as she walks gives passersby a whiff of an elegant and bubbly mix of vanilla, rose, jasmine, honey (and lemon lol) gourmand/floral girlie...she definitely gets compliments about her scent on the daily. girls can't decide if they want to be her or be with her. the type of girlie to be stopped on the street by strangers asking for the perfume she's wearing. she definitely does modeling part time and uses and smells like Oribe shampoo. people close their eyes and visualize flowers like in those slice-of-anime moments when they she walks by. mentioned to have a passion for sustainability and protecting the environment, so i assume she also does a little gardening from time to time and maybe even maintains her own bush of roses, grooming and clipping them to put in her room or to make rose water. probably also makes her own lipbalms and candles. never caught stinky; the grossest she ever gets is like after her typical daily "chemical metal embrittlement!" but she makes sure to wash up and refresh before her next class. definitely carries mints, fabric refreshers, candies, scented hand sanitizers and even throat lozenges in her purse. perfume: chloe's chloe EDP, diptyque's eau rose, lancome's la vie este belle, jo malone's nectarine blossom&honey (...lemon, LOL), dior's miss dior absolutely blooming

wasabi

clean and sterile almost at the microscopic level. in a way reminiscent of hospitals and operating rooms' pristine, clean, and precise instruments, ft. cleaning agents, hand sanitizers, disinfectants, etc. not in a bad way, just in wasabi's special neatnik charm. clean fabrics, spotless working space, instruments, stationery and pencils neatly organized in a box atop the space, an air purifier exactly 3 meters away, citrus airwick plugged into an outlet 5 meters away, a cup of coffee neatly placed exactly 1 meter away from a pristine laptop. lemon, bergamot, iris, and sandalwood.

the first time we meet wasabi in the movie he literally pulls out an entire cabinet with outlines for a place for every one of his tools and instruments like dude's literally a stereotypical neat freak and germaphobe what else do i have to say?? very conscious of not only the environmental cleanliness but of his own as well. probably the typa guy to ask people if they smell bad after eating like bbq or just really pungent food in general. then if they say "yeah you kinda smell like grilled meat but it's not that bad or noticeable you kinda have to get close--" he sighs and pulls out a fabric refresher from his pocket and sprays himself like 10 times. the only times he gets caught smelling anything other than clean really

perfume: byredo's gypsy water, prada's l'homme, diptyque's eau de minthe, etat libre d'orange's you or someone like you

fred

im ngl normally he does not smell the best. he literally said it himself, "I go front, i go back, i go inside out, then i go front and back" i don't think that gives any room for any pleasant smell. at most some deodorant and axe body spray. assuming he did shower.

he does clean up and present himself quite nicely when asked to by his parents-- he has to anyway, considering his family background is upper class and that alone is inextricable from upper class gatherings, all of which require pristine and conservative grooming and dressing up. when he does lock the fuck in, he's almost an entirely different person. tailored suit, slick hairdo, polished and shined oxfords, a watch that's unassuming but costs more than the entire gang's one year of tuition combined...

perfumes (when he actually locks in): penhaligon's the blazing mr sam / opus 1870, creed's green irish tweed

[A/N I know i said hiro's was hard but omfg i had to lock in so hard for this guy this guy doesn't do anything for himself against stinky allegations like "I go front, i go back, i go inside out, then i go front and back" WHAT??? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEFEND HIM??????]

bonus: baymax

vinyl and metal...what did you expect? perfume: wd-40

[A/N fred and hiro were too hard to imagine so i couldn't write a detailed description for them, but if you have any hcs for them feel free to comment]

#tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #gogo tomago #honey lemon #wasabi no ginger #fred frederickson iv #baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 headcanons #character headcanons #bh6 #bh6 hiro #bh6 the series #bh6 wasabi

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justcallmehappy · 4 months ago

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OH HEY HI HELLO OLNF WRITER!! mwuah love seeing u guys

if ur still taking requests, can you do step 2 tamarack and qiu with a songwriter MC? MC really likes writing about the two, and if you read just a quarter of the lyrics they write , you can just immediately feel the absolute love they hold of their neighbors <3

hey hey hey!! this was such a cute request, i hope you enjoy anon :) (also, sorry i’ve been gone so long… i honestly forgot about this blog ;-;. i’ll be updating it now though, and getting to requests! sorry again <3)

“Muse”

(Step 2) Tamarack Baumann x gn!reader, Qiu Lin x gn!reader

synopsis: Overall, you're very happy with where things are right now. Of course, you can't help the wishful thoughts that your two neighbors would become friends once again, but you're happy just being a part of their life; even if both of their lives exclude the other. However, the only way anyone would find out you weren't content with their (lack of) friendship would be reading through some lyrics you write about your favorite muses.

word count: 2k

You hum to yourself, scribbling out a line from your notebook.

You sigh and sit up, tossing the journal, it landing propped open on the floor with the lyrics ready for anyone to read.

Well... the ones that weren't scribbled out, anyway.

Crossing your legs and resting your head on your chin, you glower down at the journal.

You stay there for a few moments, frustrated.

You see, things have been... different lately. Not bad different, just different. One of the biggest things that made everything different was the fact that your two favorite neighbors are no longer friends.

It wasn't something ever said, just... silently agreed on. You all knew it, they're friends with you but not each other.

Almost every time you run into one when you're with the other, it turns into some sort of argument.

And, if you were being honest, it frustrated you.

Where did it all go wrong?

But you can't let them know, you don't want them to worry about you. So you're fine.

...Right?

"(Name)?"

You jump, eyes wide as you look towards your door left ajar.

Your mother is smiling at you apologetically, realizing she startled you.

"Didn't mean to surprise you."

You shake your head, waving her concern off with your hand. "It's okay. What's up?"

She lets out a soft breath, smiling at you. "Tamarack is downstairs, she wanted to see you."

You instantly brighten at the mention of the golden-haired girl. You spring up, rushing towards the door.

Your mother had foreseen this, so she'd already stepped to the side to let you bound down the stairs.

Grinning, you practically fling open the door, eager to see your adorable neighbor.

Caught off by the sudden movements, Tamarack jumps with wide eyes when your grinning face is suddenly in hers.

“Hey, Tam!” You grin, pulling her in for a hug.

Said girl lets out a slightly flustered yet happy laugh as she’s pulled into quite the bear hug. She pats your back before you pull back, resting your hands on her shoulders.

“Why so excited?” She smiles, tilting her head.

You shrug, ushering her inside and up the creaky stairs to your bedroom. “No reason. I just needed a distraction.”

“From what?”

“Nothing.”

She sighs, shaking her head with a smile that gave everything away as she sat on your bed. You smile back, the sight of her braces making your heart soften.

“So, what’s up?” The sparkly-haired girl perks up, pausing for a moment, before recognition flashes in her ruby red eyes.

“Right! I wanted to ask you about something.” You tilt your head curiously, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against your wall.

“Are you free tomorrow, after school? Omi wanted your help with moving some furniture.” She smiles bashfully, obviously feeling a little bad about asking.

“Sure,” You shrug. Because of your easygoing nature, Granny was quick to ask you to do her favors; however, she always payed you back in sweets. You’d still help her if she didn’t, though.

Tamarack lets out a relieved sigh, resting a hand on her chest. “Oh, thank you, (Name). I didn’t want to be the only one moving this stuff.”

You laugh, gaze shifting to your desk and the strewn about notes—Qiu’s notes. Right.

You quickly shuffle over to your desk, finding Qiu’s familiar black spiral notebook they always took notes in.

“Hey, Tam, I forgot I needed to return this to Qiu; you can stay though, I’ll only be gone for a moment.”

For the split second you mention Qiu’s name, Tam almost winces. You can’t really blame her, considering Qiu’s rather… cold exterior now, but it still stung to see her look so startled by the name of a friend who used to be so dear to her.

However, when she says okay, you rush out of your room and down the stairs, almost tripping over that one plank that’s always sticking out.

As you pull on your sneakers, you let out a soft, disappointed sigh. Walking out your front door, you can’t help but wonder where it went so wrong; it wasn’t you, was it?

…Was it?

Whatever. What matters is getting Qiu’s notebook back to them before they would rip out your eyes. (Dramatic, you know, but you can’t help but think they might just actually do that).

Honestly, it’s a little funny to think that you’re returning Qiu their notes.

Anyone that knew you—or Qiu—would probably do a double take, since it’s usually you giving Qiu your notes, if they ever actually asked for them. Most of the time it was you forcefully giving them your notes so they can actually pass the class.

However, this was one of the only classes Qiu actually enjoyed—Art History—so when you were out sick on Friday, you knew they’d have the notes.

Anyways, back to reality. You make the short walk down the damp sidewalk to Qiu’s red house. Making your way up onto their porch, you politely ring the doorbell.

It takes a few minutes for the white door to open, only to reveal your favorite bored face in the world.

Qiu raises a brow at your appearance, silently asking “what’s up?”.

To answer their silent question, you extend their shiny black notebook for the world to see. Realization flashes in their brown eyes and they gingerly take the notebook from your hands.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

When you smile, they offer a half-smile of their own; though, basically anyone else would probably look at you as if you have three heads if they saw Qiu’s “half-smile”. The only reason you could call it that was because you’ve known them for four years.

At that, you offer them a dorky salute, earning an amused snort from them.

“Gotta go! Get back to Tam.”

Their expression doesn’t change, though a slight glint of disdain flashes in their eyes for a moment. They nod. “Okay. Later.”

You smile and wave before running back to your house, blissfully unaware of what you’d given Qiu.

It wasn’t their notebook, not at all. It was yours. And it wasn’t even for school—it was yours notebook filled with lyrics about—yep, you guessed—Qiu and Tamarack.

But did you know that? Nope!

So you stroll back to your house, much too relaxed, especially considering the embarrassment you’d experience in the future.

But it’s not happening now, so that’s that.

Nothing to concern yourself over.

You hang out with Tamarack for a few more hours, talking about everything and nothing and doing a few homework questions here and there. She asks about any songs you’ve written recently (since she knows about your hobby), but you bashfully avoid the questions, too embarrassed to admit you write about Tamarack herself.

“I gotta use the bathroom, be back in a few.”

The golden haired girl nods in response, crossing her legs as she sits on your bed. As she’s looking around the room, she can’t help the gnawing curiosity at the random crumpled papers strewn about the room.

Knowing she’d probably regret it later, Tamarack wants to look at them. If they’re crumpled, it means they’re scrapped. So it won’t be a big deal if she looks, right?

Just as she’s about to get up, she can hear the doorbell ring.

“Tamarack, dear?”

The sparkly-haired girl perks up at the sound of her name, and she recognizes it as your mother’s voice from just down the hall; probably her bedroom.

“Yes?”

“Would you mind getting the door? I’m in the middle of something.”

“Of course!”

She calls back, hopping off your bed to go down the stairs. In the back of her mind, she’s glad that the doorbell interrupted her from snooping into her friend’s things. She *knows* she’d regret it later.

However, her relief is short-lived, because when she answers the door, she sees a face she hasn’t had a real conversation with in months.

Qiu Lin.

The two stare at each other in a surprised silence for a few moments before Tamarack instinctively narrows her gaze. “…Hi.”

Qiu stares at her for a few seconds before promptly ignoring her greeting, instead peeking behind her shoulder to see if they can see you.

“(Name)’s in the bathroom.” Tamarack answers curtly, crossing her arms over her chest. She can feel that familiar prick of annoyance she always gets whenever Qiu decides that she’s just another fly on the wall.

Qiu’s gaze narrows as they look over to the girl. Upon further inspection, Tamarack notices the slight flush in their cheeks; embarrassment. But why would they be embarrassed when talking to her?

Qiu lets out a short huff and extends the shiny black notebook Tamarack had seen you rush out your bedroom with earlier that day.

“…Give this to (Name).” Is all Qiu says, staring at the floor almost guiltily.

Tamarack can’t help but feel surprised at Qiu actually acknowledging her presence, going as far as to speak to her directly. That hasn’t happened in almost 6 months.

Too surprised to argue, the girl silently takes the notebook from their hands.

“And tell them they can give me my notes tomorrow,” Qiu pauses. “…And that I’m sorry for reading it.”

And then, they’re walking away, back to their house.

Tamarack can only watch their retreating form in a slightly taken-aback silence. That… they said three sentences to her.

Three!

That’s… unheard of.

Tamarack can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with Qiu; they’re acting so… weird.

As soon as the girl snaps out of her stupor, she looks down at the notebook in her hands.

Confused, she flips it over to the back in her hands as she steps back and closes the door behind her.

When that doesn’t give her any answers, she opens the book to a random page.

She quickly recognizes the familiar scrawl of your handwriting in the page in small phrases.

Tamarack blinks when she sees her name, and under that, a bunch of… lyrics?

…Wait, you wrote a song about her?

Unable to push down her growing curiosity, she flips through the notebook, reading through all the finished and unfinished songs.

She smiles when she imagines your voice singing the particularly sweet ones about her, and just curiously reads what you write about Qiu.

It’s so… heartfelt. Vulnerable. Maybe even a little heartbreaking.

Tamarack can’t help like she’s snuck a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar as she looks through the notebook.

How come you’ve never shared anything with her? You’re so talented.

Then, as she’s flipping through the book, she stops at a particular section; Qiu and Tamarack.

Not just Qiu. Not just Tamarack.

Qiu and Tamarack.

Her name grouped with Qiu’s. Their names, together.

“…Huh?”

She reads a few of the songs, though most seem unfinished, until she ultimately closes the book.

Tamarack’s previous giddiness morphs into a strange combination of sadness and… guilt as she places the notebook back on your desk and plopping onto your bed.

Sure, guilt that she’d read something of yours without your permission, but also guilt about the situation her and Qiu’s problems put you in.

She never even realized…

“Tamarack?”

She snaps her head up, eyes wide at the sound of your voice.

“Uh… you okay?” You frown worriedly, arms crossed over your chest.

The girl nods quickly, getting up in a fluster. “Ah—uh, yeah! Just… remembered I left the stove on.”

You blink. “…You’ve been here for three hours.”

“Uh—yeah! So I should really go turn it off, haha…”

“…”

You stand in an awkward silence before the girl rushes out of your room and down the stairs, leaving the house in a flash.

You can only watch in a confused silence as she practically runs out of your house, but you shrug and turn around, writing it off as that she’d forgotten something important; something that wasn’t turning off the oven.

Then, the familiar shiny black notebook laying on your desk catches your eye. You frown, confused, as you swear you just gave it to Qiu.

You pick it up, opening the book to see if it really was their boo—oh, shit.

…You just gave Qiu your notebook full of songs.

About them.

Just great.

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the-alice-of-hearts · 2 years ago

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DickTim Week Day 4: AOB

Rated Mature, 1150 words, while no archive warnings would apply these would be my warning tags: omegaverse, talk of mpreg but no actual mpreg in fic, alcohol mention, hangovers, mentions of drunk texting.

Posting a couple days late for @dicktimweek but I think I'm almost done with today's entry so it'll be on time!

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tim rolled out of bed to pace across his room while continuing to check his phone. “Oh fuck.”

“Uh, Tim, buddy? Wanna slow down and tell us what happened?” Steph asked from where she was sitting up on his bed.

“What happened? What happened? You know what happened! You were there!” He stopped to stare at her. “Why didn’t you take away my phone after we did shots?!” He demanded.

“Wouldn’t let us,” Cass grumbled and grabbed the blanket that Steph had moved off of them. “Sleep now, food later.”

The other omega settled into Steph’s lap and started to snore again.

“I drunk texted Dick!” Tim snapped and that woke Cass back up and got both girls looking at him. “Why would I do that???”

Cass sat up and groaned. “Food first, then feelings.”

“Well, I would love to go out on a date with him! But I already poured out all my feelings to him last night.” He hissed.

Steph threw his pillow at him. “She means for us, idiot. Give me your card and I’ll order delivery, I am not taking you out when you can smell the distress coming off of you from a mile away.”

Tim felt his face heat up and then started digging around for his wallet before tossing it to her. “Use the purple one, I’ll go shower. There’s water in the fridge.”

He walked to the shower and then froze when his phone chimed with an incoming message. Quickly turning on the water he checked it, it was a message from Dick and he dreaded opening it knowing what he had sent last night.

Hope you’re feeling okay this morning. Need anything for the epic hangover you probably have?

Tim hovered his thumbs over the keys and finally gave up on sending a message back. He needed a shower and some water before he thought about talking to his long-time crush after confessing his feelings for the alpha. “Ugh! Stupid!”

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Tim was settling down to eat breakfast with Cass and Steph when there was another knock at the door. They all looked at the door and then back to one another before Steph got up to check it. “You expecting anyone, boyfriend?”

Tim shook his head and watched her open the door. “Oh thank god he’s not alone.” Dick’s voice drifted into the apartment.

“Hey, Dick!” Cass called from the table inviting him in. “Want some pancakes?”

Tim kicked Cass under the table and glared at her. She turned to stick her tongue out at him.

Dick looked around when Steph got back to her seat and then looked straight at Tim. “Sorry, I know you guys are probably recuperating from last night. I was just worried when Tim didn’t answer my text this morning.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I was in the shower and then food was here when I got out.” Tim couldn’t keep eye contact and kept looking back at the table.

“Welp! This is totally not awkward!” Steph stood up and grabbed Cass by the hand. “See ya later Tim-tam, let me know if you need anything.”

The girls were out of the apartment before Tim could say anything to stop them leaving him with a wink and a lear on Steph’s part and a thumbs up from Cass.

“Have you drank water?” Dick asked from much closer than he had been before.

Tim turned to look at the alpha and nodded. “Yeah, drank a bottle when I got out of the shower.”

“Good,” Dick responded and then moved in closer to Tim. “I have some questions.”

Tim sighed and looked down at his hands. “Yeah, that makes sense. I said… a lot last night.”

Tim heard Dick pull Steph’s chair over so he could sit right next to Tim. “You did, and I know you, so I know that it’s likely if I didn’t track you down this morning then you wouldn’t let me near you at all for months until I quit asking about it.”

Tim shook his head and picked at his eggs. “Wouldn’t have taken months.”

Dick chuckled and carefully pulled Tim’s free hand into his own. “You’re right, but it would have been unstable.”

“Ask your questions,” Tim said in a small voice.

“Did you mean it?” Dick asked carefully.

Tim winced and kept his attention on his plate. “I- well I- it’s-”

“Omega, look at me,” Dick commanded him and Tim was compelled to look at his chosen alpha. “Don’t try to explain it away, just yes or no, did you mean it?”

Tim swallowed and gave a jerky nod. “Yes.”

Dick trailed one of his hands up Tim’s arm. “All of it?”

“Yes, alpha.” Tim whimpered when Dick lightly tickled the inside of his elbow.

“You want me?” Dick asked again.

“Dick, I want you more than sober me can explain,” Tim admitted.

“Try to,” Dick whispered, leaning in closer.

Tim thought about it for a second and then looked at Dick’s eyes, they were warm and open and loving, and maybe this would be okay. He took a shaky breath and started. “I crave your scent, even when I’m not in heat. I want to be near you and to make you smile makes me so insanely happy. I light up when you laugh at one of my jokes because I know that you’re pleased with me. When I smell other omegas on you I want to cover you in my own scent and make you smell like mine. When I am in heat all I can think about is the one emergency heat cycle that you spent taking care of me. I want you to claim me, and mark me up, I want you to make me smell so much like an owned omega that the board members gag on it. I want to have you in my nest for every heat and I want you to pump me full of pups.”

Dick smiled at him and placed a hand on Tim’s cheek holding his face still. “If you have no objection, I’m going to kiss you now.”

Tim stared into his eyes. “I need you to be sure. I can’t be a fling, not with you.”

Dick brushed a thumb under Tim’s eye. “Babybird, you have no idea how many nights I have stayed awake wishing to hear those words from you. Every time you came over I wanted to take you to my den and have my way with you. I want to feed you and provide for you, I want to see you be the dam to my pups and help me train each of them to be tech geniuses and acrobats combined into one. Tim, I want you so badly, and reading your drunk texts just confirmed that for me. Please let me kiss you, please let me claim you.”

#dicktim #dicktimweek2023 #dicktimweek #my writing #alice writes #omegaverse #omega Tim Drake #alpha Dick Grayson #Steph is also an alpha and Cass is an omega and they are a bonded couple

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kaiso-woo · 1 year ago

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I Already Have Seven...

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-> Masterlist

PART 15 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 5.1k | Synopsis: The end of Stay Series. It's been a journey guys. I'm gonna cry.

Chris + Reader Minho + Jinhee Jisung + Suhwa Changbin + Kirsten Hyunjin + Soraya Seungmin + Yeonjoo Jeongin + Ashley Felix + Hailey

Notes: Fluff, FLUFF, FLUFFFFFFF + CHILDREN, Established Relationships (Everywhere) Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition.

PART 15

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

It’s been about a month since Christmas, and true to everyone’s agreement, the next family gathering was to be at Felix’s place. Despite his protests and attempts to change the location of the monthly meeting, the plan went ahead. At varying times around 10.00am the Skz Family pulled up in their cars, carrying food and entertainment such as board games and other bits and bobs.

Felix’s face disappeared from his window and he sprinted to his front door, flinging it wide open with a dashing grin to welcome Changbin and Kirsten inside. “Hey Yongbok! How’s your girl?” Changbin teased and Felix slammed the door in his face. There was none of course. No one yet.

“You can stay outside till everyone else gets here now,” Felix huffs, locking the door swiftly. “Yah! Yongbok!” Changbin yelled, knocking rapidly on the door. Kirsten grabbed his arm and shook her head, “It’s your own fault Bin.”

Eventually, the rest of the Skz Family had pooled around outside, mingling and laughing with each other per usual, trying to wring details out of Ashley and Jeongin for their wedding; “no spoilers.”

Much to everyone’s surprise, you and Chris were the last to arrive, laden with an unnecessary load of Tim Tams. “Look if we’re going to be at Felix’s place, then Tim Tam’s are a must,” Chris jokes, chucking a packet to Hyunjin. “You have no idea how dead set he was on getting these - such a pain in the ass,” you grumble as Chris abandons you to greet his boys.

“Do they even sell them here?” Suhwa (Jisung’s gf) asks, ripping open a packet in curiosity and taking an experimental nibble, “Ooh, these aren’t bad.” “What do you mean, ‘aren’t bad’? Tim Tam’s are my religion,” Ashley giggles, taking a packet for herself.

Yeonjoo (Seungmin’s), pipes up from beside your shoulder, “Did you get them from that one international store?” “You bet. Christopher bought every last one.” “Ooh, that place is great, I go there all the time,” she smiles, gratefully accepting the packet you hand over to her.

Normally, you would have argued with Chris that buying every single packet was excessive, but for one thing, he probably missed the sweet treat, and two… maybe you were craving them as well.

Finally, Felix opens the door again, this time with an oven mitt on his hand. Clearly he’s been baking something. “Everyone here? Good, because my apple pies have just finished baking and they taste better when they’re hot.” “You got ice cream in your freezer?” “Probably.” “Probably? How do you not-” “I might have eaten it all.”

“How has Felix not snagged a women yet? All this baking is enough to win anyone over.” “You don’t snag women.” “That’s not my point! Can you not smell the pies?” “Smells like heaven.”

“You’re heaven.” “No, I’m hell.” “Jinhee’s hell, not you.” “And what, Minho’s Satan?” “Was that sexual innuendo intentional or is my mind just fucked?” “Your mind is fucked.” “Nice to know.” “You’re welcome.”

Chris has already slipped into the house, pulling Felix into a one armed hug before standing by the doorway to help usher people in. “Oh shoot,” you whisper, just as you’re about to follow the train line spilling into Felix’s humble abode, “Soraya, tell everyone I’ll be with you all in a second; I left my phone in the car.” She nods and without another word, you swivel on your heel and march back along the path to your car.

Since you were the last couple to arrive, naturally your parking was a little further away. In hindsight, this trip back to your car was absolutely worth it, because the next moments were to be the happiest of your life to date.

Chris performs a headcount as the Skz Family filtered through, his smile wide as he greets everyone he hadn’t gotten around to yet. “Thirteen… fourteen…” he murmurs, as Hyunjin and Soraya walk in together. You haven’t walked in yet, and he frowns as he pokes his head around the door, searching for you. “She left her phone in the car,” Soraya grins, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s shoulders so he could drag her along.

“Were you counting us?” Hyunjin laughs, placing his hands on top of Soraya’s happily. “You didn’t know he did that? There’s so many of us, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t,” Felix interjects, bemused, his voice as deep and resonating as usual.

“Yongbok! Are you cutting these pies up or am I?” Jisung yells, and from the way there’s an explosion of chatter from the kitchen, Chris can tell everyone is just as eager to try some.

Felix shakes his head and disappears down his hallway, serenaded by obnoxious cheers and chanting of his name as he joins the others. “So… technically, there’s sixteen members of the Skz Family now?” Hyunjin asks, continuing his conversation even after Felix has left.

Chris and Soraya both frown, mentally trying to count everyone. “There’s only fifteen of us. Sixteen when Felix finds someone,” Soraya points out, but her eyes dramatically widen in realisation.

“No there’s sixteen,” Hyunjin insists, “Technically.” Soraya pinches his shoulder then, causing the man to yelp in surprise, “I’m right though!”

“Hyunjin, I’ve been counting heads ever since we debuted, I’m pretty sure there’s only fifteen of us. There’s just Y/N left,” Chris chuckles, swinging the door shut slightly out of polite habit. He would open it for you once he saw you nearby.

“That’s why it’s technically because she counts for two,” Hyunjin elaborates and at this, Soraya yanks on his pony tail slightly. “Shush Hyunjin- he doesn’t know yet-” she hisses, kneeing him in the ass and encouraging him to move onwards quickly.

“Why wouldn’t he know? Isn’t he the first person she’d tell?” Hyunjin rambles, his hands flailing about in a panic. “Did you listen to a word I said yesterday?” “If you were telling me this while I was trying to paint you gardening then I was most definitely not listening.” “I told you during dinner, idiot.” “You said to not congratulate him yet- not that- oh.”

Chris’ heart has stopped working. He can feel his chest constrict tightly, and his breath cease to exist. You count… for two? In a daze, Chris’ hand disappears from the door knob, leaving the door still slightly open, and he drifts down the hallway.

When he appears in the kitchen, Felix is still busy dishing out the apple pie, and Soraya is whisper-yelling at Hyunjin for his stupidity. In a rare moment of silence since everyone’s mouths are full of food, Chris doesn’t struggle to have his question heard.

“Do you mean to tell me… that my wife is pregnant?” He croaks, standing with his hands stiff to his sides. All at once, heads whip around to stare in shock at Chris, and it doesn’t take a genius to confirm this statement. Their expressions melt from surprise, to panic in seconds.

“And you all knew…?” Chris finishes, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Okay so who the fuck couldn’t keep their mouth shut?” “In my defence- I didn’t know he didn’t know-” “I told you. Loud and clear!” “Hyunjin!! You’re really asking for a slipper to your head.” “I get why he was part of Paboracha now.” “What do you mean was he still is.”

This was what you walked into as you let yourself inside Felix’s house, peering out from behind your husband and frowning at the noise. “What’s going on here? You left the front door open.”

The silence after your statement is profound, and you take in the guilty expressions of the Skz Family, and then finally the stiff posture of Chris with his back turned to you.

You tap him on the shoulder and he swivels slowly to face you, staring hard, his mouth a thin line. “Are they lying to me?” He asks, and your mouth slowly opens in understanding, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips. Someone’s let it slip.

“That would be quite the elaborate lie,” you grin, casually strolling past Chris and picking up a plate of apple pie. “Yeobo,” Chris groans, rubbing his face in his hands and trailing after you, “I want a proper answer.”

You can feel the excited tension in the room, fizzling from one person to the next as you munch on Felix’s apple pie, eyeing your husband from head to toe. It’s all you can do to stop yourself from grinning like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y/N are you fucking pregnant or-” Chris begins, and with a cheeky giggle, you interrupt him. “Yes Christopher. I am carrying your child.”

If he wasn’t frozen before, he certainly is now. His hand is stuck in his hair, mid-way through brushing it in frustration, his eyes are wide and shimmering, and his mouth is parted in a permanent ‘oh’. Finally, he breathes out two whispered words, “Holy fuck.”

The rampant yells make you flinch, and you almost drop your delicious plate of apple pie. You’d think they were celebrating the world being saved from an impending doom with how loud and celebratory the Skz Family was being. You watch in amusement as they dance around each other, shaking you and congratulating Chris obnoxiously.

“Holy fuck,” Chris repeats, suddenly moving and pacing around in a state of shock, both his hands in his hair, “Holy- Jesus fuck.” Chris turns back to stare at you, and at your grin, it’s like the life is breathed back into him.

“You’re pregnant?!” He yells and when you laugh and nod, he disappears into another room, but you can still hear him yell in disbelief, “You’re fucking pregnant? Since when were you pregnant? Holy shit.”

Chris returns in view, and his pace is suddenly more frantic. “Are you serious?” He grins, from over by the couch, but you don’t even get a chance to respond. The delirious joy that has broken onto his face is a sight to behold as he sits down onto the coffee table, squishing the sides of his face.

“This isn’t a dream, yeah? I’m awake right?” He asks, standing back up in seconds and dashing over to you. “You’re pregnant? You’re carrying a child. You’re carrying our child,” he asks, clutching your face and kissing you roughly.

“Yes, honey. I am carrying our child,” you laugh, pulling yourself away from him so you can breathe. And he’s gone again, disappeared back out into the hallway, yelling to himself. You watch in a complete state of bliss as he reappears and scoops you into a joyous hug, twirling you around. Thankfully you had put your plate down, your intuition telling you that it would be dangerous to keep it on you with him in this state.

“You’re gonna be a Mum!” Chris laughs, kissing you with your face between his hands again, “We’re having a kid- you’re gonna be a Mum- I’m gonna be a Dad-“ he breathes, his voice dying in his throat with his forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m gonna be a Dad,” he repeats, his eyes wide as they drill into your own. Chris suddenly sinks to the floor, his hands trailing the shape of your body as if you’re guiding him down. “I’m gonna be… a Dad,” this time, when he repeats it, it’s like the realisation has properly sunk in.

You drag your fingers soothingly through his hair to try and shake him out of it, but he merely continues to stare at your feet. “You okay?” You ask him, bobbing down to meet his eye level.

“Fuck if that isn’t the scariest thing I’ve ever said in my entire life,” Chris whispers, and you’re startled to see his eyes shimmering with tears, “I’m gonna be a Dad.” “You already are a Dad.” “Yeah you raised us!” “Best Leader! Best Leader!” “Best Dad! Wait that doesn’t have the same ring to it…” “Best Father?” “Hey that works!” “Best Father! Best Father! Best Father!”

Chris lets his tears trickle down his cheek, and he reaches for you blindly, pulling you into a hug on the floor as he cries his tears of joy into your neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing you wherever he can, “Thank you so fucking much.”

“Why are you thanking me? You put this kid here,” you grin, hugging him tightly. Chris pulls away in disbelief, his arms still snug around you, his eyes crinkled with an undeniable joy.

“Thank you for loving me.”

Your reason for telling the Skz Family and not your husband first? Because for the rest of the day, Chris refused to let you lift a finger; because for the next few weeks, he’d refuse to let you cook a single thing; because for the next few months Chris would consistently pout and try his hardest to make your defences cave when you tried to do chores. That was on him. He was doing those. Please let me do the dishes? Please? “I’ll actually get on my knees and beg.” “Chris - I am not fragile, I can still do chores.” “Please?” “Christopher.” “You should be resting~ Are you drinking enough water? Craving anything? Please let me do the dishes. Please, honey?” “I never thought I’d say this, but stop saying please.”

You’re woken abruptly from your peaceful slumber, arms wrapped around Chris’ chest, by a heavy weight crash landing into you. Immediately your brain kickstarts itself into defence mode, burying yourself under the covers and inadvertently suffocating Chris too. You sense two of them, two little munchkins bouncing on the bed.

“Aughhhh,” Chris wheezes, clutching his stomach and poking his head out of the duvet, “You hurt Dad.” Someone wriggles under the blankets between you, and you kiss his forehead affectionately with a smile. “Good morning Cameron… how was your sleep?” You ask him, his big brown eyes wide under the covers.

“Fantastic! Now get up!” He nips, pressing his face to yours impatiently. “Juni- Juniper- sweetie, I can’t breathe,” Chris coughs, his arms jolting out of the blankets to hoist the youngest off his stomach. The little one had been having some fun using her Dad as a mini trampoline.

“Dad~ let’s go~ I want to play with Uncle Fewix!” She giggles, slinging her arms around Chris’ neck as he tumbles out of bed, carrying her.

Cameron kicks the covers off the pair of you, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah, Uncle Felix is down at the beach already! And Minsung Uncle’s are cooking breakfast on the barbecue!!”

“Juni… where’d you put your hat?” You ask, crawling out of bed and rummaging through the drawer full of her clothes. “I’ve got it. Here.” Someone’s arm waves briefly at the doorframe, showcasing the hat before it disappears again.

“Alex, have you seen my sunnies?” Chris yells to the eldest son, the one who had only bothered to show his arm. This time, he pokes his head around and points towards the window which overlooks the beach. “If you squint hard enough, you’ll notice that Uncle Minho is borrowing them,” he grins, flashing his dimples. Mr Steal Your Girl 2.0.

Chris quite literally throws Juniper onto the bed, making her scream in delight, and tackles Cameron with a brief tickle at his ribs before turning away to find a pair of board shorts. You’ve managed to change into a bikini already, fastening your pace at the insistence of your younger son.

“Where’s my-” “If you’re looking for your beach dress it’s on the couch!” Alex yells suddenly, and you smile in disbelief. That kid.

You’re braiding your hair in the bathroom when Chris bursts in and slams the door. You look at him surprise, but he only places a gentle finger to his lips and winks.

“Where’s Dad? CamCam~ did you see Dad?” Juniper pouts, talking on the other side of the door with her slightly older brother. “No? Where is he? Have you seen Mum? They’re taking too long.”

Chris’ grin is manic as he flings open the bathroom door and roars, his hands poised in the air like a lion, scaring the absolute shit out of the two kids. Juniper screams and dives for the bed, but little Cameron, after getting over his initial fright, raises his fists and glares at his Dad.

“You wanna fight me old man? Come on,” he boldly declares, and Chris pretends to crack his neck. “Did you become Seungmin’s student? You’re on you little ratbag,” he laughs, raising his own fists and bouncing around playfully, “Go on, show me what you’ve got.”

You watch as the two dance around each other, Chris feinting punches and Cameron landing actual ones, to which your husband fakes serious injury. Juniper emerges after a while and helps with her tiny little kicks. “Hey- hang on-” Chris dramatically gasps, “I can’t take two of you!!”

Alex walks into the room then, already shirtless and in board shorts. He swoops in and hoists his little sister onto his shoulders, smiling at her giggles. “Want me to get Dad?” He asks, his mischievous smirk emerging, and Chris holds his hands up in defence.

“Nahnahnahnah- foul play-” Chris yells, as the Alex-Juniper formation chases Chris out of the bedroom, Cameron hot on their heels, laughing his little head off.

It doesn’t take too long for Chris to return to the bathroom, having sent the kids down to the beach on their own to meet up with the Skz Family.

“Morning beautiful!” He smiles cheerfully, dragging a hand through his already sweaty hair before planting a firm kiss on the top of your head. “And good morning to you too,” you smile, sighing into his familiar embrace with his head on your shoulder, “You going for a swim?”

It’s currently Summer break, which meant the Skz Family had hauled away their suitcases and children to the vacation house collectively bought by them all. It’s quite literally like a getaway mansion, with more rooms than you can count, a swimming pool, theatre room, massive kitchen, outside kitchen, games room etc.

The best part however, is easily the fact that it’s backed straight onto the beach; walk out the front door and journey down the patio stairs and you’ve got sand between your toes. As you step out into the sun, Chris at your shoulder, also just as exposed as his eldest son, you smile at the wondrous sight before you.

Multiple families, which are basically just one big family, playing around and lounging under umbrellas by the water. Chris is watching your gaze, and he nudges you out of your reverie.

“We made it, hey?” He smiles, nonchalantly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Mhm,” you hum, eyes sparkling as you wrap your own arm around his waist, “We did.”

All the Skz Members are married now. Even Felix. To everyone’s surprise, he was the 4th out of the group to marry, falling head over heels for Hailey and even producing their own daughter before anyone could blink. All had their own kids too, and plenty of pets.

The dogs were having fun at the waters edge, gleefully fighting each other for the toys that a few of the kids were tossing into the water. The cats were lounging back under the patio, unwilling to go anywhere near the sand; most of them where Minho’s and Jinhee’s, well… mostly their daughter’s cats.

Seungmin and Ashley were both reading a book on some beach chair’s, Yeonjoo right beside Seungmin munching on a slice of watermelon. Jeongin was sat on the sand in front of them, helping his youngest daughter Freya build a sandcastle, while Katy was searching for shells to decorate it.

Felix has a whole hoard of children, young and older, chasing him with water guns up and down the beach. Meanwhile Jisung and Minho have managed to drag the barbecue down by the water and are busying themselves with breakfast. There are kids and adults swimming in the water, wives sunbathing. Two human’s are paddle boarding, some kayaking.

You think you can see Changbin out on the jet-ski, towing some kids behind him on sea biscuits, their screams of joy… or terror, audible from where you’re standing. A little to the side, it looks like Hyunjin’s got an impromptu audience, as kids wander over (and adults, let’s be honest) to check up on his progression as he paints the ocean, his twin daughters trying to ‘photobomb’ the picture.

It’s chaos, but it’s home.

It’s indescribable, this joy, this happiness. Something that, unfortunately, very few actually experience; the complete satisfaction and contentment of knowing that if you died today, you’d have no regrets.

What about your kids? Oh, of course it would be tragic to leave them behind, but as you look around at Alex, who’s strumming his guitar and singing dutifully to a gaggle of kids who are practically his cousins; as you smile at Cameron, who’s racing a bunch of other kids in a makeshift hundred metre sprint along the sand; as your heart melts at Chris and Juniper, playing in the ocean… you know that even if you were to disappear, they’d be okay.

Your gaze focuses on Chris and your daughter, watching as he holds her below her armpits and spins her around in the water. “You ready to go under?” He asks playfully, wriggling her like a worm, “I’m gonna count okay?”

“You go with me!” She yells, kicking wildly as Chris pulls her completely out of the water, as high as he can toss her before catching her again.

“Alrighty, let’s go!” He exclaims, “Three! Two! ONE!!” - and they both disappear from sight, vanishing into the depths of the water. Juni resurfaces first, her Dad’s arms holding her up high, but Chris is still lost below the waves.

“Daaaaaad! Don’t drown!!” She squeals, kicking her little legs again. Chris bursts out with a gasp and hoists his daughter onto his shoulders, walking both of them over to you, “Have some watermelon with your Mum and Auntie Yeonjoo, yeah? Dad’s gonna go for a quick swim by himself, is that okay?” He laughs, while Juni tugs at his hair, pretending to direct his actions.

You hold your arms out for her and pop her onto your knee, accepting the offered watermelon from Yeonjoo and holding it up for Juniper to eat. “Anyone up for a race?” Chris calls, and Hyunjin throws his head back with a laugh, “A race? You know no one is going to beat you, Poseidon.”

“Oh well shame, you’re all getting into the water,” he grins back, diving for Minho and hoisting him over his shoulder. Minho’s face is of utter disappointment, accepting his sad fate of being dumped into the salty sea. Chris doesn’t have to drag the rest of the boys down. They follow, and Changbin pulls the jet ski to an abrupt stop close by, abandoning ship and leaving the kids he was towing to scream and yell in outrage at being left stranded.

They’re the older ones. They’ll survive.

You women gossip with each other while the men fool around in the sea, and as you watch them, it’s almost like the rest of the world doesn’t exist to them. It’s just them, the original family, enjoying their time together.

Chris is the last one to leave the water, the others eventually needing to retreat for a drink. He’s drifting with his back to the beach, the waves idly swaying him backwards and forwards. He’s lost in thought, you know this much, gaze consumed by the distant horizon and never-ending blue of the world. Juniper hops off your lap, having finished her slice of watermelon, and skips away to join her friends by the sandcastle Jeongin had made.

You take this rare opportunity to join Chris and disturb his time alone, slipping into the water and welcoming how refreshing it is against your skin.

Lauren, Felix’s eldest, plops herself down on the sand next to Alex, humming along to the tune he’s busying himself with on his guitar. The gathering he had earlier, dispersed, the little one’s getting bored and deciding it was time to annoy the aunt’s snoozing on some towels.

“I bet you my share of my Mum's cake for dessert tonight that your Mum is about to attempt to drown your Dad,” she prods, nodding her head towards you and Chris.

“Aunt Hailey made cake?” Alex asks, pausing his song to stare at his parents, “Sure - but if Mum sprints away and Dad chases after her, I get your share of tomorrow’s dessert too.” Lauren shrugs and begins to a dig a hole between her legs in the sand, “It’s a deal.”

Sure enough, you do just as Lauren predicted, using your element of surprise to quite literally jump onto Chris’ back and topple him face first into the water. Alex, as your own son, wins this bet though. In seconds you’ve sprinted away, diving into the water as fast as you can as Chris emerges, spluttering.

Hyunjin is absolutely right. You can’t out-swim Poseidon.

Lauren sighs and fills her hole back in with sand, resting her chin on her hand, “How do we live up to that?” “Hm?” Alex questions, turning to look from his parents to the girl next to him. “Your parents, I mean. They’ve been together for how long, and they’re still so playful?”

Alex frowns and looks around for Felix and Hailey, Lauren’s parents. “Mate, have you seen your parents?” He laughs, strumming a random chord on his guitar.

Lauren’s nose scrunches in disdain, “They’re just cuddly 24/7. I want what your parents have.” “You’re twelve, calm down,” Alex snorts with a raise of his eyebrows. “And you’re fourteen, your point?” She scoffs, kicking sand onto his feet.

“You have plenty of time. You think my parents got to where they are just like magic?” He elaborates, putting his guitar down carefully onto his lap. “Who knows?” Lauren shrugs, then changes the topic abruptly, “Are you training to become an idol?” Alex nods, “I have an audition soon.”

“How come none of us know? I only guessed because I see you practicing all the time,” Lauren asks, gesturing to borrow his guitar. After a second, she quietly begins to strum her own tune. “The adults know… but, I didn’t want to make the younger one’s sad.”

“And me? You weren’t planning on telling me? I’m basically your sister.” Alex shrugs, his eyes hawk-like as he watches her play, already analysing her technique for feedback, “You proved yourself that I didn’t need to. You figured it out eventually.”

“You’ve got some big shoes to fill,” Lauren smiles, turning back to watch you and Chris. Who knows since when, but you’re now sitting on his shoulders, wrestling with Suhwa sitting atop Jisung. “As if your Dad isn’t the Lee Felix.”

“I’m not trying to be an idol,” Lauren recoils, nose scrunching, “There’s eight of them here already and you’re about to become another.” “Eight retired idols.”

Both of them lapse into silence, staring out at the large pack of family members in thought. “Dad was worried about me wanting to be an idol, actually. He’s supportive, but he doesn’t want me to feel like I’m stuck in his shadow.”

“He has every right to be worried. For one thing, he’s your Dad. For another, just as my Dad is Lee Felix, your Dad is Bahng Christopher Chahn.” “Yeah but I’m Bahng Alexander Korain, and I can forge my own path.”

Lauren smiles at him then, and it’s this moment perhaps, that sets them both off on a journey to stardom. “And I’m Lee Lauren Seolhee, and maybe… I’ll forge my own path alongside you.”

There are many kids, and therefore there are many stories. As the author, I have complete creative liberty with them. Some may grow to be academic genius’, some to be athletic gods. Some might start up their own business. Some simply look to add to the Skz Family. What I chose to write about to finish this series however, is the beginning of the next journey.

This is simply because, as all proposed circle of life’s are, happiness comes and goes. It is spread, universally from one person to the other. And in this universe, where you and Chris have successfully achieved the peak happiness, and accomplished your dreams, the circle of life continues. Now it is the turn of Alex and Lauren, and all other kids of this generation to extend their happiness to others, to give just as Chris did, to love just as Skz did.

Alex and Lauren will eventually debut in the same experimental group. A combination of male and female idols in one overarching group. This group will co-produce songs and episodes, participate in promotions and schedules together, but also complete separate productions as sub-unit male and female groups.

Alex, debuting as A.K-Rain (forever undecided on A.K or Rain or K-Rain for short), will go on as the maknae and lead dancer of the male sub-unit, while Lauren, debuting as Seolhee, takes up the role as leader of the female sub-unit. The whole Skz Family will attend their first concert.

And as you look at Chris’ shining face, proud to the max, you’ll come to the conclusion, that you’d do it all over again - relive your relationship right from the beginning, just to see this very expression again on his face, in this moment.

You’ve done it. You made it. You both… made it.

And that my fellow readers, brings Stay Series to an official close.

Below is the full list of children I quite literally randomly generated (I lied I thought hard about them on a walk with my dog). I am aware, that most of them probably wouldn’t have an English name, but I am not Korean and my head was spinning with the effort of trying to figure it all out (who would and wouldn’t have an English name) and incorporate it into the writing - so I just gave everyone everything.

It’s not too important to be honest, but it felt necessary to invent them all. Felt complete. Please, just as a reminder, this does not represent Skz, I can’t predict the future idfk if they’ll have kids or not.

*ages during this particular fic

CHRIS + READER Bahng Alexander (Alex) Korain - Male, 14 Bahng Cameron (Cam) Daeshim - Male, 8 Bahng Juniper (Juni) Yeji - Female, 4

MINHO + JINHEE Lee Amelia Soo - Female, 11

FELIX + HAILEY Lee Lauren Seolhee - Female, 12 Lee Benjamin (Ben/Benji) Kunwoo - Male, 10

JISUNG + SUHWA Han Imogen (Immy) Hyerim - Female, 8 Han Jasper Joontae - Male, 5

CHANGBIN + KIRSTEN Seo Luis Beomsoo - Male, 9 Seo Nicole (Nicki) Yumi - Female, 6

HYUNJIN + SORAYA Twins!! Hwang Samara Yewon - Female, 11 Hwang Sophia (Soph) Yeonhee - Female, 11

SEUNGMIN + YEONJOO Kim Ethan Minjae - Male, 7

JEONGIN + ASHLEY Yang Katy Miyeon - Female, 10 Yang Freya Eunju - Female, 4

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-> Parallels -> Masterlist

A/N: No more official updates :'), just bonuses left now. - Kaisowoo

#bang chan x reader #stray kids #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #skz #bang chan #christopher chan bang #bang chan fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (22)

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Little Deer, Little Sun, Little Coincidence-orphan_account (ao3) Summary: Katniss is less than enthused when Prim all but forces her to spend the evening at the fair with Johanna instead of with the twins, especially when Johanna's friend-of-a-friend joins them under the Ferris wheel. That is, until she recognizes this friend-of-a-friend: Peeta Mellark, the personable boy who went away to some fancy, big-city college six years ago. Obviously there's some catching-up to do, and more than can be done on a Ferris wheel, too, but being a single mother for nearly five years has left her a bit rusty in the flirtation department.

Miles Cross-Mejhiren (ao3) Summary: ‘And they that wad their true-love win / At Miles Cross they maun bide.’ Katniss holds Peeta through a critical episode, paralleling Janet in the old Scottish ballad of Tam Lin (often told as a fairy tale in prose form). “Miles Cross” is the crossroads where Janet pulled her lover from his horse and, by holding him through his many frightening transformations, won him from the fairies. Canon oneshot, post-MJ; written for the THG Fairy Tale Fic Challenge.

Rebound Girl-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen only goes for only one type of man. It doesn’t matter how tall he is, the color of his hair, or even his personality. What she wants is the man fresh out of a relationship. She likes being that temporary girl the guy uses to lick the wounds of his bruised heart. Too bad Peeta Mellark changes everything for her.

Refuel, Restore, Realign-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss take a chance they missed in high school, changing life paths and testing family loyalties. “No son, it’s a family business. And blue means loyalty, family loyalty. It means obligation. It means duty. Values we Everdeens and Hawthornes hold high.” Mr. Everdeen takes a deep breath and looks me over once more. “I can see from your expression that you’re not following me son, forget the damn sign. It means my daughter will not date you. Katniss’ path is not with you.”

The Dreadful Beauty-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: She watches him, the beautiful blonde boy who has become a fixture at the bar/brothel she buses tables at. He just sits there and waits, and she wishes she knew what gave him that chip on his shoulder. Mutt is her name, and no one cares to remember what her real one is, or even notice her. She doesn’t care either, as long as she makes ends meet . But her life will change when that boy with so much to hide notices her. Everlark Fanfiction Inspired by East of Eden. Takes place in World War I Era, Monterey CA.

The Mockingjay and the Mutt-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: While taming a hijacked Peeta in District Thirteen, Katniss comes to understand a side of him that she had never allowed herself to see. Loosely based on Beauty and the Beast.

The Need for Speed-Peetabreadgirl (ao3) Summary: Race car driver, Peeta Mellark, is chasing his first racing title, but along the bumpy road he ends up lost, stuck in Panem Springs where he meets an enchanting, silver-eyed trophy of a different kind.

The Unexpected Message-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Years after the war has ended Katniss has a fight with Peeta, but she finds an a gift that changes her perspective.

This is Halloween-bubblegum1425 (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has been in love with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, for nearly as long as she'd known him. They'd grown together, carrying on their yearly Halloween tradition of watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and other scary movies, but this year was going to be different. This year, Katniss is finally going to use their time together to tell Peeta how she feels…if he doesn't ruin her plans first. College Everlark. Modern AU

We will call this place our home-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “She closed her eyes, trying to hold in the disappointing sting of being duped. This man was indeed Peeta Mellark, her husband.” An arranged married in three parts. Everlark.

#m #mature masterlist #masterlist #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #everlark

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Fitz: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.  Dex: What if it bites me and it dies!?  Biana: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Dex , learn to listen.  Keefe: What if it bites itself and I die?  Sophie: That’s voodoo.  Tam: What if it bites me and someone else dies?  Dex: That’s correlation, not causation.  Keefe: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?  Sophie: That’s kinky.  Fitz: Oh my God.

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(@transgenderdoctorwhomst )

looks at you with my big eyes and holds out my hand. would you like to be normal with me about master!rory?

yes yes yes yes so badly hold on hold on.

okay. see. what’s got to activate my brainworms about master!rory is the moment we all know and love, this little speech here:

You know what's dangerous about you? It's not that you make people take risks, it's that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don't want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around.

which, already one of the best rory moments on its own. with regular rory, its an immediate tell of just how insightful he is about the doctor—the guy whose whole thing is being a mystery man in a mystery box. he reads him for dead there, and he’s right. but god. think about that with the context of master!rory. maybe even a master!rory who is still currently fobwatched or whatever, who doesn’t know just how well he knows the doctor. because doesn’t that just cut to the core of their relationship. as much as the master is perfectly capable of doing evil shit all on his lonesome, there’s a part of him that wants the doctor to see. to be impressed by just how far the master can go, has gone.

i mean s3 and end of time are practically him shouting LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! until he’s gone far enough to put his own face everywhere on the planet.

and then, of course, the way that this line could also reflect on missy’s future(?) arc (assuming that at some point rory is gonna regenerate into her. which. extremely funny if you hold to the EU fact that missy is also one of amy’s childhood therapists. missy, that’s your wife what are you doing-) What’s more undoing than wanting to be better because the Doctor knows you can be, promises you can be, and you reach and reach and never quite get a hold on what he’s saying you must. you don’t want to let him down. and you will. inevitably.

you know?

and we gotta get into amy/rory we gotta. okay. again presuming fobwatched!rory -> him getting his memories back. i mean, what’s that like, right? because rory’s world revolves around amy, it really does, but the master has centuries behind him. how do you fit a universe inside you and still love one girl so much. i don’t think he could stop, i don’t think he could help himself. above all, i don’t think amy would let him. that sounds uhhhhh but what i mean is: i don’t think amy would watch rory become someone else and think that she, she who believed the doctor back into existence, couldn’t force a little of him to stay rory, just by holding onto him. very tam lin of her, if she held onto the master as he snarled and spit and lashed out until he ran out of energy to fight it and let himself be rory again just to be in her arms a little while longer.

i think you’re right. i think she really could just go ‘you’re being an idiot’ and he’d completely bluescreen processing that he, the master, is being spoken to like that. that he’s listening to her. he can’t help it, he’s whipped. oh the insane things that would do to him and the doctor both if the doctor couldn’t talk him down from Evil Plan Of The Week but amy could. a compelling parallel too, assuming that somehow fobwatched rory grew up from being a kid (the way yana did?) alongside amy, remembers that still alongside memories of growing up with the doctor. two very different childhood friends, and the real one, the older one, is someone with whom the relationship is so banged up it can never be good or simple ever again. and his childhood with amy wasn’t even real but the love is. the love is.

i think that would be a wonderful way to fuck him up forever. the doctor spends all this time picking up humans and ghosting when they grow older because he’s terrified of facing that and the master mocks that, and then all of a sudden. here’s his human. she’s going to grow old. and he never will. a new kind of fear for him to experience, the horrible understanding of exactly what the doctor does and why. he’d probably bring it up more in response, lash out at the doctor with names of people he hasn’t visited in centuries because he’s so scared, and then turn around and see amy and get cold and shaky because it’s happening to him and he can’t stop it.

ohhhhh river. what do we think the odds are that master!rory would let his daughter be taken away from them? zero, right? and like hell would amy, no matter what the show seemed to believe. so let’s steamroll the doctor’s opinions on the matter, commandeer his ship, because its his future he wants to preserve but its the master’s/rory’s/amy’s present they both want to save. amy’s got a vicious streak that could burn through the galaxy if given enough reason to, and that’s her daughter they took. but alone, the doctor could stop her, because at the end of the day, it’s his ship and he’s got more power over everyone’s lives then is reasonable. with rory, she couldn’t do it. but with the master? the stars are gonna learn to shake when they hear she’s coming.

so yeah. i have. a few thoughts on master!rory. hopefully good ones lmao.

#ask #rory williams #the master #master!rory

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acceleracers-baby · 1 year ago

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Acceleracers HC’s! Horror Movie Reactions! Metal Maniac Edition!

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop Riggs & Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Doctor Tezla & Lani Tam)

Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Taro is a HUGE horror movie buff. He’s a mainly a big fan of the classics! Halloween, The Thing, The Exorcist- stuff like that! He’s 100% the one to suggest a horror movie when the group gets together for movie nights. He has also definitely showed up to horror conventions in costume. His favorite cosplays have gotta be Ghostface from Scream & Micheal Myers from Halloween cause they both have masks. Definitely has horror movie memorabilia all around his house.

Tork Maddox - Tork doesn’t mind horror movies. He doesn’t hate them or anything, but he’d honestly rather watch something with more substance. Usually when he gets dragged into watching one with the gang it’s something like Saw or Final Destination and he’s not really a big fan of how torture porny they are. He likes stuff with a good plot so movies like Nope and Midsommar are probably his favorites. That being said, when he does watch horror flicks, he gets scared but refuses to show it. If you’re watching him real hard you can sometimes catch him flinch or tighten his grip on the blankets, but if thinks get to be too much for him, he’ll call the movie stupid and make an excuse to leave.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey HATES horror movies! He’s terrified of everything. The only reason he watches them is because usually there’s attractive actors/actresses that he can distract himself with. Other than that, he will spend 95% of the movie hiding under the blankets or yelling at the screen about how the characters would have survived if they had just done something differently! He is also the prime candidate to scare if anyone’s trying to get a laugh. Wylde’s usually pretty mean about it until someone tells him to back off.

Porkchop Riggs - Is totally down to watch a horror movie UNLESS there is water in it. That scene from Friday the 13th where someone gets snatched into the water literally had him traumatized for like a week after he saw it for the first time. Now, someone has to vet every horror movie he watches before he ends up scaring himself to death again. Any other horror movie, he usually enjoys. Especially slasher flicks. He’s also a big fan of the Evil Dead series- he just thinks Ash is a badass. I mean… who doesn’t. Dude has a chainsaw hand!!

Markie Wylde - Mark tells everyone he loves horror movies but he rarely ever watches them alone. Usually he’s too busy fucking with people to get scared but when he actually pays attention he starts shitting bricks. Seriously- he’s like Tork where he tries not to seem scared but unlike Tork, he sucks at it. He’ll call the movie lame only to be screaming and pulling his blanket up to his chin like 5 minutes later. He doesn’t mind horror comedy though! He’s a big fan of Ready or Not! But if somebody puts on IT or The Conjuring he’s terrified. Clowns and ghosts man!

Bonus Round!

Doctor Tezla - You think this guy has time for horror movies?! Hell no! Although, he has caught a few in passing, and by passing I mean he does the dad thing where he’ll walk by someone watching a horror movie and then proceed to stand silently in the corner and watch the whole thing. You can try offering him a seat but he will claim he’s just passing through. It’s a total lie though. The last one he really sat down and watched was The Terminator - which is more action - but it only amplified his fear of the drones.

Lani Tam - She has definitely seen her fair share of horror movies thanks to Taro, but the ones that really resonated with her were the ones that followed the classic “Final Girl” trope. Ready or Not? Loved it. The Descent? Claustrophobic but amazing! Midsommar? Fabulous. Alien? Badass and one of her favorites! When she and Taro were still dating, they watched the original Scream and The Shining at least once a month. She loves them.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

#acceleracers #acceleracers headcanons #hot wheels #hot wheels acceleracers #hot wheels fanfic #hot wheels hcs #hot wheels highway 35 #acceleracers fanfic #metal maniacs #doctor tezla #Lani tam #mark wylde #porkchop #monkey McClurg #Tork Maddox #taro kitano

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hiya lola! how about 8, 15, and 24 for the ask game?

Hi Tam! 💕💕💕

I admit I really wanted to answer these ones, so they will be long, but hopefully the best ^^ Thank you so much for your ask

Guys read these please!!! I wanted to share them so much! Let me know what you think 😊

8. Pacific Rim Au Nozelena

15. Klance go to the Arcade

23. Wildest Dreams (although a lot of the fic was inspired by multiple songs overall)

8 . that hurt my own feelings to write

So this one is not going to be from Paper Hearts, because spoilers… those bits just happen later and surprisingly I actually bawled my eyes the most at a Solid and Nebra scene, not Nozelena (I think I had these scenes planned too well to get super emotional, while with Solid and Nebra I just went with it and started crying...)

So the excerpt I'm going to show you is in my opinion one of the best pieces I’ve ever written and it’s from the Pacific Rim Au, that myself, @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, @lyranova, @loosesodamarbleare and @koneko-pi are working on 💕

Angels like you song fits it perfectly Spotify Youtube and gosh it made me cry

“Are you alright mi amor?” Helena blinked cautiously. “You don’t seem overly excited about us having a winning chance against Kaiju.”

“It’s just… not as simple as it seems,” Nozel answered quietly and looked down, not daring to meet her eyes. However Helena did not let him. She touched his chin and then lifted it up.

“It’s not,” she admitted. “However I believe that we can manage. Without hope our chances are pretty slim.”

“Then what do you hope for?” Nozel asked and he just adored how another warm blush spread across her cheeks.

She lifted her finger and twirled a single strand of her hair around it.

“I’d love to show you Europe,” Helena spoke up. “Mi familia’s sunny hacienda by the Mediterranean Sea… And then after we rest, we can go to Madrid,” she smiled and with each word her eyes brightened, she let go of her hair. “And after we’re done with sightseeing in España, we could visit other countries,” her tone picked up its pace, swiftly accentuating the words, and she pulled out of his hold, because her energy was not letting her stay in one place. “Italy!” Helena exclaimed. “Or Greece,” she pondered and Nozel softly looked down at her. “Both of them actually. Oh, then we should go to Malta! They have amazing scuba diving sites there. Do you know how to dive?”

“I..?” he raised his brows and blinked, confused by how quickly this escalated.

I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s Helena after all, one full of life idea after the other.

“You don’t,” she nodded to herself. “Don’t worry we’ll find you a fitting diving course. I mean you’re going down into the depths of the Pacific in a metal can, what’s eighteen meters to you?” she flashed a smile.

Helena then paused and chuckled to herself.

“They have moray eels there,” she said and grinned. “Sooo I know, that you’re not scared of kaiju,” she playfully pointed at him and winked, “but what will you do if a moray eel shows up?”

“Obviously I won’t be bothered by it,” Nozel stated arrogantly, but he felt, that it was just for show. Because he may not have been scared of moray eels, but something else clouded his mind.

“So cocky mi amor. You know how to get a girl excited,” she laughed and the sound of it would have normally made his heart flutter, but instead the strained muscle sunk deep into his chest.

“After moray eels…” Helena continued on happily chirping, but as much as he wanted to listen he could not. It pained him too much to do so.

You don’t know that I won’t be there with you. That you will have to dive with moray eels by yourself and I won’t be able to scare them off for you. You will once again see Madrid and then hopefully go to Rome, before hopping on a plane to Malta. And I will be dead, because if I don't die in a jaeger, my poisoning is getting worse and worse with each day. It’s getting harder to hide it from you, but how could I speak and shatter your hopes? Especially, when hope is what we need right now. We need people like you, not run down by this war, people ready to happily move forward and build a brighter future, not the likes of me, stained by their past and living in their memories. The drift never lets me forget how I’m the cause… This is my punishment, the poison, everything that follows. I don’t deserve to be happy.

He gazed at her prancing around the room and shooting him excited glances with each new idea she came up with. The red scrubs she wore, so beautifully complimented her tanned complexion. Brown hair fluttered and dark eyes shone brightly. It was as if stars decided on a new home in the depth of those round, deep orbs. She was chuckling to herself and the sound was sweet, heavenly.

I don’t deserve happiness, but you do. I am staining your life with my shades of gray. They may seem silver, but only after reflecting your light. You will be better off without me. You may grieve, when I die… Actually I’m sure you will, because I’ve already been selfish enough to let you care for me… to let you picture a future, where we… There’s no “we” in the future.

Nozel squeezed his eyes shut and looked down. He felt the blue Silva pendant bounce off the tip of his nose, only to hit it back a second later.

“Nozel?” he heard Helena ask and he looked at her, angry with himself for letting anything show. She became very good at reading him, so the tiniest slip up would let her know that something much darker was lurking in the shadows. “You do not wish to go to Paris? I know that the Eiffel Tower got destroyed during one of the first kaiju attacks, but the city had been mostly rebuilt,” she paused and looked up at him hopeful. “I suppose that I’d like to take you there,” Helena said quietly and smiled shyly, twirling a strand of her hair around her index finger. “I know it may be a bit cliche, but it’s a city of love…”

Love?! She cannot love me! Nozel pulled back. I may have these feelings, that I cannot properly name, but she…

Helena blinked upon noticing him get startled. The round eyes darkened into a shade close to black and he noticed the corners of her lips fall down. Her jaw tensed and she looked at the floor.

“So no Paris?” Helena asked quietly.

“No,” Nozel answered flatly and a tight knot squeezed his chest, not letting his heart free.

Okay this still hurts :( every time I read it and the misunderstanding at the end! 😭

15. from an old piece that i like

Klance go to the Arcade from my old fic (this is so hilarious)

Because I love my other Red x Blue OTP

I hope you like them @iamatriangle 💕 and for the rest of you just read the funny gay ship 😂

START

From the upper side of the screen some low quality ships appeared and started soaring to meet them halfway. Lance's lion jumped into the fight. It shoot two of the incoming hostiles. Keith just snored and also got his hand in the game. His playing involved more calculated manoeuvres than Lance's chaotic strategy, but to Kogane's surprise they were both equally successful. When the bigger ships came lions needed to avoid getting hit with their Ion cannon blasts. Their score rose with each second and Keith noticed a small crowd behind them watching the game. On the right side appeared a small ship, more agile than the others. It aimed at Lance. Kogane pressed the 'SPECIAL' button and his lion blasted a big cascade of digital fire at the opponent.

"Thanks buddy." Lance said a little too loud from the adrenaline.

The next wave contained some small fighters, but also three ship like the one Keith took out a moment ago. He needed to admit that he had never reached a level this high in this game and Lance had probably something to do with it. McClain had also used his special blast, so they were practically defenceless, but somehow they defeated the wave. During the next one Lance was the first to get blasted. The blue lion flickered and boy shook his head in disbelief.

"Quiznak! I barely had them. It looks like it's up to you Mullet." A cocky grin once again appeared on his face and this made Keith loose focus. Just for a moment, but a moment was enough to get hit.

"Quiznak!"

"You're right quiznak it!" Said Lance and then he noticed people standing around them. A small applause came from them. McClain bowed and winked at Keith. "I actually don't hate you right now."

"Gee, thanks Lance."

'New high score!!!' A caption appeared and Keith watched it with disbelief. He turned to Lance, who was as cheerful as he could be. A wide smile spreading across his face made something change in Keith's own expression. He laughed as McClain put both of his hands on Kogane's arms and shook him.

"Aw man we did this! Let's choose our duo name."

"A duo name?"

"Yeah so it will appear next to DUO HIGH SCORE."

A face palm was definitely the accurate reaction, but something stopped Keith from this. McClain not being rude or jealous towards him was something new, but quite pleasant. Why ruin it.

"Got any ideas? Not connected to Hamilton."

"Aww buddy, why do you have to be so mean?"

"Sorry, not sorry."

"Anyway it doesn't matter. I've already chosen our DUO NAME."

"Hm?"

"What about Klance?"

Keith rose his brows and then tried to give Lance the most unappealing look he could.

"You just added K to your name," he said reluctantly.

"Yeah I know. I'm not stupid."

"But this name is."

"Why can't you appreciate my efforts?" A tease was so easy to notice in Lance's voice and the puppy eyes he made.

"You're the worst."

"So is it Klance?"

"No..." He looked at those blue begging eyes once again. "Yeees?"

"Yes!" McClain shouted and jumped in the air to show his satisfaction. Keith just chuckled. "Klance it is." He started pushing accurate buttons and the caption appeared brightly on the screen.

"So now the rival mode?" Asked Keith actually not willing to change from cooperation to different mode.

"Well if you want to we can now play against each other, but there are so many games in which we have high scores to beat."

"Are you suggesting to play 'Arcade's fast and furious' in cooperation mode?"

"Yes?"

"Alright."

"Yeah!" Lance shouted. "Watch out high scores team Klance is coming."

"I still think that this name sucks."

Lance gave him a deadpan stare.

"You suck."

❤️💙

23. that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

Paper Heart so much! There is this one singer who inspired a lot of this fic and I have a whole playlist made for it, but most of the songs fit latter chapters better (that vocalist’s as well, let me tell you, when I was coming up with it one song played 53 times one day -> Spotify summary told me that)

So actually this Friday’s chapter is the one I told you I made a whole separate playlist for and I will post the first illustration with that playlist tomorrow. But for now I’m letting you know that the vibes will set by this song.

Bailando by Enrique Iglesias (Spanish version please) Spotify, YouTube

As for what we have so far ^^

The whole of chapter 21. The waves was inspired by Wildest Dreams by Taylors Swift (this version please)

I’ll chose parts from it and show you as I paraphrased the lyrics:

“Where are you taking me?” Helena asked poking at his feathery mantle, that was not fully covered by the cloak.

“It’s a surprise,” he said determined. “Let’s get out of here, fly out of the city. Away from everyone,” his voice was low and made Helena shudder. He was extremely attractive at the moment. His lilac eyes pierced right through her. Helena’s heart was racing from excitement.

“I wish it could always be like that,” Nozel spoke up for the first time in a while. His voice was quiet and he looked down.

Helena lifted his chin and made him meet her eyes.

“Say that you’ll remember this,” she smiled. “Us.”

“I will remember you,” he said in a serious tone and Helena blushed. “We shouldn’t spend the whole night here, but I think that we still have time for a little stroll,” he changed the topic. “Are you interested?”

Also I already added this song in chapter 15

“We don’t have to go public with it,” Helena said and Nozel looked up curious. “We can just meet each other in secret. No one has to know what we do.”

And let me reblog the art with fitting song lyrics, because the art is just perfect.

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