#the flowers behind him stand for elegance. if u care

[akranti]

here’s josuke!

[blue-jisungs]

hiii ✨

cant stop thinking about bss, specifically boo, caring for his partner in a very high energy environment while they have social anxiety, and probably best friend!hoshi and dk :(

if the whole world was watching

author’s note. hi anon!! thank u for requesting! :D honestly this made me so <\\\3 sorry for such long wait but i hope you enjoy it <3 also not proofread + i’m leaving tmrw for +- 4 days so enjoy while i’m gone 🥲

warnings. social anxiety :(

being seungkwan’s partner was something you could never dream of. he was perfect in every way possible. even with his profession, you never felt anxious about your relationship.

“hey, are you ready?” seungkwan chirped, bursting into the room.

“yah, boo s–“ you were about to scold him when you noticed his outfit. you were about to attend a wedding of their staff member. seungkwan, when he got the invitation, gasped audibly when there was an +1 option. the staff knew you’re saying either way, so he figured why not. besides, it’s a private wedding.

so seeing him in an elegant tuxedo, with flower tucked in his pocket and his natural hair in fluffy waves made you stop a beat. will he look the same on your wedding��?

“hello? mingyu’s about to be here in a second!” seungkwan whined, walking up to you “you look… breath taking, by the way. if i were the bride, i’d be jealous”

“nooo, stop” you mumbled, glad that the foundation is covering your reddening cheeks “i, uh… i just need to put on the jewellery. maybe a quick cup of coffee before we go?”

“oh no, if they come up here they won’t go back to the car like… ever. besides we have to be early, we need a rehearsal” seungkwan leaned in and kissed your cheek. you grinned, standing up.

in no time you were at the venue. seungkwan gave you a quick peck before disappearing. they had to do the rehearsal and they were opening the ceremony, later on signing live too so…

you gulped, your heart speeding up. you were left alone. with a bunch of people you don’t know and without your comfort person in sight. or even your friends.

you sat down at your assigned seat and realised you’re not seated next to seungkwan. there were only old ladies.

“oh, hello there” one of them greeted you, eyes scanning you up and down with a scrunched face. you bowed, muttering a quiet ‘hello’ and then you realised kwan with his band mates are having a separate table at the other side of the room.

you gulped. it’s fine. you’ll manage. it’s only the opening, ceremony itself, food… and then some dancing. then you’ll be near him.

it’s not like you couldn’t function without seungkwan. you just had – or hoshi, your bestie, called it like that – separation anxiety. he was right though; you felt more comfortable with someone you knew by your side. especially in a new environment, full of strangers who were constantly–

“whose date are you?” another lady asked, poking your arm. letting out a shaky breath, you faked a smile.

“boo seungkwan’s. he’s a friend of the bride” you nodded “i’m–“

“who?” another lady chirped in “also, i don’t mean to be rude but the earrings… they don’t suit you, darling”

you swallowed, nodding. those were earrings that seungkwan gave you on your first anniversary.

“and that dress… don’t you think it’s too revealing for a wedding? if i were you–“

the music suddenly started and you noticed seventeen. they all looked neat, elegantly dressed. you gulped, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. you felt uncomfortable but at least you had seungkwan in your eyesight.

he looked so ethereal. passion on his face and his voice, oh his angelic voice.

“whose are those guys? aich, really. singers those days…”

you turned around and glared at the old lady. she ignored you, rolling her eyes.

you enjoyed the performance and then the ceremony; the bride was stunning. however, the older ladies never stopped chatting and throwing comments that made you uncomfortable. especially when they – quite literally – talked about you behind your back.

“the dress, really. i’d never wear such a thing”

you gulped, your chest tightening. catching your boyfriend’s gaze from across the room, he realised something’s wrong.

“and she didn’t even eat anything… what an ungrateful brat. who does she think she is?”

you clutched your hand on your purse, your lip starting to quiver uncontrollably. blinking rapidly you tried not to tear up. because that’d be so embarrassing and don’t be such a crybaby, y/n–

you watched seungkwan stand up. hoshi with dokyeom exchanged surprised looks and then found your face in the crowd as well, quickly joining seungkwan.

you stood up too, almost flipping over the glass on the table because of the sudden movement. they grunted. everything spiralled around you, breath catching in your throat.

“hey… hey, y/nnie?” seungkwan rushed to you, holding your arms. you nodded, head tilting down; you didn’t want to tear up here, now.

“oh look at her… i guess that’s the boyfriend”

seungkwan looked at the ladies, surprised. dokyeom and soonyoung arrived too.

“hey, are you okay? you look pale” dokyeom asked, patting your arm

“wait, aren’t those the singers?”

you tugged seungkwan’s sleeve. he looked down and noticed how you’re struggling with breathing. you felt small, as if the world was about to swallow you. each murmur, word, noise seemed to echo in your head. are they talking about me? why is everyone staring? i want to run away–

seungkwan wrapped an arm around you and lead you somewhere, your worried friends following. gradually, the chatter of the room faded out. only your irregular breathing.

“did those old hags say something? i swear i’ll beat them up” soonyoung hissed, dokyeom grabbing and pulling him back by his blazer

“easy there tiger. not here” he mumbled, causing you to crack a smile.

“do you need some water?” seungkwan asked, his thumbs caressing your skin in a soothing motion.

“jus’ you” you murmured shakily, burying your head in his neck. seungkwan held you closer, arms wrapping around you.

now the world didn’t feel that suffocating. it was just kwan, your kwannie.

“no, really?! what did that witch say–!” soonyoung yelled out, dokyeom putting his hand over hoshi’s mouth.

“it’s nothing… i just…” you mumbled, looking at them with teary eyes. your friends’ features softened upon seeing you “too many people…”

“you want to go home?” seungkwan asked, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. you shook your head as a no.

“i just need a moment with you guys” you murmured shyly.

“c’mon, let’s sit down” dokyeom smiled and you three sat down, leaning against the wall. your breathing slowly regained stability, seungkwan’s arm around you and hoshi drawing shapes on your leg. “no but really, did anyone say something? those old ladies didn’t seem to friendly”

you scoffed, patting your friend’s arm.

“well… they did, but it’s okay. i feel better now” you smiled softly. suddenly a sound of slow song reached your ears. seungkwan looked at you lovingly and stood up carefully.

“may i have this dance, pretty?” he asked. you nodded, grabbing his hand. your friends looked at you two happily and watched you leave.

while seungkwan rocked you gently in his arms to the slow song played in the background. planting an occasional kiss on your cheek or your forehead, his eyes stared at you as if you hung the stars yourself.

“y’know… even if the whole world was watching, i’d still dance with you” he hummed, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. you swore you could melt right here, right now. your social anxiety disappeared like it never existed… sure, you danced in the middle of the room with all the people watching. but all that mattered was your seungkwan.

and your two friends, observing you and cooinh about how cute you are… right after having a small friendly talk with the elder ladies.

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[yanderenightmare]

what do u think about yandere emperors x f!maid?? THE POWER IMBALANCE IS AMAZINGGG. He will corner you in the dark corners of the palace and annoy or harass u. Constantly asking u in their room to clean but actually wanna fuck u. Who do u think in BNHA is suited for the yandere emperor role? Personally, I think it’s Bakugo, Shigaraki, Todoroki and Dabi.

yandere ! BNHA princes imagines

Oops shit, it turned into princes, that’s completely different fuck, but hope it’s okay!!

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, bullying kinda, harassment, abuse, condescension, degradation, power abuse, manipulation, coercion

TIP-JAR

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Some princes maids will fuss over, hoping to catch their eyes. Maids will giggle as they see them walk by in the hallways, swoon at how they seem to sway almost like an angel would, like they’re floating with the breeze. Maids will faint as they see their signature grins being flashed at them like a shooting star, pretty kind eyes sparkling and fluffy locks shaking with magic. Maids will pinch their own cheeks to make them all blushed and cute before entering their chambers with supper, they’ll dust their skirts free of soot and smoke, rake through their hair with their fingers, try to look as presentable as possible, as desirable as possible.

Bakugo isn't that type of prince though.

A prince is supposed to be tall and lean and elegant, standing proud with a straight spine, clad in gold embroidery and neat pointed shoes. Bakugo walks with a hunch in his back, like a goon, thick-muscled arms hanging loosely by his sides like deadweight, sleeves almost always ripped off, flexing both brawn and tattoos, looking like a berserker-warrior, roughed by battle, kissed with scars and callouses, with a face that never sheds its ugly grim bloodthirsty scowl. 

He’s not the type one daydreams about. He’s much rather the type one stays away from, hide behind walls when hearing the loud slaps of his feet on the marble floors, heart booming like it wants to leap from the chest and run away, like a deer hiding from the bear.

But he’ll sure daydream about maids. 

One maid in particular

Little busy-bee tiptoeing about in her worn-out skirt.

She’ll be that one soft thing he actually likes between flowers and other annoying yapping bratty princesses always pining for his attention. But she’s not exactly soft either, walking about the massive palace day in and day out, chore after chore, in those uncomfortable shoes that soles are nearly worn through, ugly ragged skirt allowing him to see her pretty petite ankles and those smooth calves when she bends over like she’s made for it, on her knees like it’s her rightful place, scrubbing the floors, struggling to reach the top shelves when  dusting, when reaching to pull the blinds from the massive windows she has in her care to keep clean and not smitten with soot from the fires he’ll so often start. 

She’ll be skittering about like a little mouse, gathering dirty laundry from his room once he’s out hunting, placing them neatly inside his closet again, careful to leave him his supper when he’s been called away by his mother the Queen, like she’s feeding some monster she cannot be caught alone with and not her future King. 

He’d heard she were the only one brave enough to actually enter his room, but if one asks him, he knows she actually just picked the short straw, seeing how she leaps around the corner once she see him coming, silly little thing thinking he can't hear her breathing like she’s being hunted. 

She’s cute though.

He knows it’s cruel to burden her with even more strain, but... she’s his servant, and what type of future King would he be if he didn't take what was rightfully his?

She looks too adorable standing against the cold stone wall, clutching onto the basket of dirty laundry until her dainty knuckles turn ashen, head bowed beneath Lord Bakugo’s searing red gaze as he towers above her delicate petite frame like a mighty dragon cornering prey. Heat radiating from him like a furnace as he leans in as close as he can with the basket separating the two of them, his large paw of a hand, clawed with talons, large enough to crack her skull open, raised to rub sandpaper fingertips against her jaw, caressing her little face and tilting her head up and up and up to meet his royal-red eyes.

“You’re not suited for this job.” He voiced, tone gruff as he thumbed her chin, his ash-blonde mane falling forward, casting a shadow over his eyes. “Tiny things like you shouldn't do labor work.” He added, tilting his head to the side as his eyes trailed up and down her smooth delicate features, lips cracking open to flash that crazed battle-grin, canines and all, the one that can swallow the sun and breath fire. “You’re much better off tied to my bed.”

He was never one for romance, but it would seem she isn't much of a lady by any means either, the way she kicked her heels into his abdomen once he hoisted her up over his shoulder, her tiny useless fists banging on his back like it would do anything but tickle him as he steadied her with one greedy paw placed on her ass, feeling up the plushie flesh like kneading dough, carrying her away to her new job of keeping him satisfied.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

All For One’s heir was a rare sight. She wasn't sure she’d ever even seen him before once she was assigned the role, being the Prince’s new chambermaid. All she knew, by the looks on all the other girls forlorn pitiful faces, was that she’d fallen prey to an unfortunate fate.

She’d heard things, whispers on scared faces, gossip about the cruel spoiled prince and his lack of charm both in the verbal and physical form. She’d heard he was born silent, drained and colorless sept for the blood-red in his eyes. She’d heard his hair was silver like starlit spiderwebs and his skin was in the same state of the moon, cratered and dusted. She’d heard his smile was as ruthless and bloodthirsty and crazed like that of a jackal, with a laugh just as deranged. That even death feared his touch.

The stories was enough to have her shivering outside his door, enough to have her breath hitch in her throat once she nudged the handle to have the door creek open, enough to have her knees weak as she stumbled inside the darkness of his room.

“You’re prettier than the last.” A rusty voice spoke from an unknown source, lost in the darkness of the large bedchamber. “Guess they learned.” It spoke again. “Good for them...” She heard something thud against the floor, whipping around to try spot any trace in the swallowing void, completely overcome by shadows once the door slid to a full close. “Though... they shouldn't have bothered with the nice dress. I don't care what you wear, it’s only gonna end up another thing for them to mop from the floor.”

Something emerged from the corner of the room, tall and lean and slender, like a shadow himself until the crack in the curtain cast a strip of light onto his face, eyes even bloodier than what she’d imagined, enough to have her spellbound to her spot on the floor.

“They didn't tell you why you’re here, did they?” He asked, quietly chuckling at her scared awkward stance on his floor, by his bed, completely unaware.

Adorable.

“Good, I like my prey clueless.” She stiffened as his hand ascended, long pale slender-knuckled fingers reaching towards her face, boney and dry as his fingertips scraped along her cheek. “Fed to the wolves weren't you, pretty?” He whispered, eyes looking down to her breasts, licking his lips in salute to how they glowed with healthy warmth like gold, before looking up to her face again, coarse finger dragging across her bottom lip. “Guess that's the price you pay for a face like this.” Chipped nails dug into the plush of her cheeks as he held her face still, his nose taking a large whiff as he nuzzled into her neck. “Mmh, you even smell good.” He moaned. “Pretty thing like you probably tastes good too.” He groaned. “If you want to keep your dress you should strip now, I’m not the most patient person.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled his hand back, standing there, mere inches apart from her, so very tall. “S-strip?” She stuttered, eyes blinking as she looked up at him, no crown on his head, though still looking every ounce worth of superior where no amount of silly gold could hold up to the dominance in his eyes.

She started pulling the strings to her bosom, undoing the laces while keeping eye-contact with the man. “Smart move, pretty.” He praised, looking at how she hurriedly ripped off the intricate layers, trying her very best to not upset him, happy with what he saw. “Now...” He started, taking in her amazing nude frame with a bite to his lip. “Get on your knees like an obedient well-behaved lawful servant.” She whimpered as she lowered herself, looking wide-eyed up at him. “That's a good slave.” She put her knees to the floor, and rested her ass on her heels, her dress pooled around her, as she stared up at the silhouette cast by the moon’s cold blue glow, breath shuddering as he swiped his thumb over her trembling bottom lip, eyes locked with each other. “Open up.” She did what she was told effortlessly, too scared into place to dare even think about refusing, letting her jaw drop, mouth open to receive his thumb pushing down on her tongue. “Fuck... so pretty.” He moaned. “You’ll definitely be my new favorite, I’ll be extra careful not to dust you.” She shuddered, tasting the salt of his thumb, her mouth watering at the same rate her eyes did.

Shigaraki licked his teeth as he grinned, eyes wild and erratic, cock straining against his pants, warm and heavy, throbbing at the sight of the perfect little naked offering on her knees at his feet.

“Come on, pretty, help your Master out of his robes.” He took her hands and pulled her up, where she quickly got to work on unbuttoning his pants, tits bouncing, nipples hard from the nippy air in his room. “You like taking orders, don't you, pretty thing?” She gave him an adorable nod, lashes fluttering at him meekly, big doe-eyes searching for further direction as if scared to move on her own. “You sure know you're place.” He smirked. “I like that.” His hand made an effort to keep his pinky raised, encircling her tiny wrist like a cuff, guiding her to the bed. “Come here.” Plopping down on the bed, he pulled her snug between his thighs, rubbing circles into the fine skin of her hips, tugging her up on his lap with a groan rumbling in his chest, eyes lush and lustful. “Look at this face...” His hand circled her neck this time. “Mmh, fuck, pretty, pretty, pretty.” He kissed her collarbone, giving it a slight bite, making her gasp and jolt a little bit on his lap, teasing the large long beast sitting between the two of them. “Soft too.” He added, kissing up her neck where his hand was holding her steady. “Mmh, you’re gonna be good for me, right?” He moaned. “I would hate to let my hand slip and fuck up your pretty little body.” He warned, adding slight pressure on her throat, his other hand snaking around to the small of her back, pulling her closer, still with the little thing whimpering so sweetly. “That won't happen if you just listen and obey, like a proper good fuck-slave.” She gave a moan once he bit the special soft spot on her neck, her hands instantly jumping to grip his shoulders, melting into his mouth and the throne of his lap. “Nod your head for me, pretty girl.” She moaned in response, tipping her head while leaning into the long-haired prince she’d been sacrificed to. “You want me to fuck you, don't you slave?”

Her eyes slid closed. “Mh, yes.”

“Yes?” He asked, holding her face between his palms, foreheads kissing, looking deep into her eyes as she kneeled on his lap like she was praying.

“Yes, please, M-Master.” She affirmed as her lips ghosted over his.

“Mmh, fuck, you’ve got manners too.” His eyes dazed, heavy-lidded, yet remaining strong, keeping her locked as he drew her in for a kiss. “Keep this up and we’ll get along nicely.”

TODOROKI SHOTO

Not many princes are good-hearted. Where most are spoiled rotten, others are consumed by their power. Prince Shoto is neither, he’s simply strictly lethal. And people in the castle did their best to avoid his steely attention.

Todoroki’s presence leaves the halls feeling chilly, goosebumps climbing up her legs where her skirt hangs in filthy tethers at the ends as she skips rather hurriedly though the corridors, fabric dragging across the stone tiles, scathing on the coarse flooring. She was an unlucky one, one not protected by the safety of working in the kitchens were one can go their entire employment without ever facing the royal family. Poor maid needed to trot along the battlefield of the palace, turning corners, ears on alert, listening to whatever approaching footsteps could be on a path her way.

But, today she had no time for caution, for she had already tested her luck enough as she was running rather dangerously late. She was supposed to be at Fuyumi’s chambers first thing in the morning, bright and shining, helping and guide the seamstresses in fitting the Princess’s dress for tonights event. And she would have been there if she hadn't been up yesterday picking crystal-roses from the garden for Fuyumis broach, where she’d haplessly caught a nasty cold that now had her nose red and stuffed and eyes watering, and even less fortunately bedridden.

She sneezed as she rushed down the hallway, head ducking, hands flying to cover up her nose as she stopped in her hurried pursuit, finding as she continued her strut, that her split-second break from being on watch had already managed to lead her into a world of trouble. Her short stature, elbows first, landing her in a chest of some unknown tall figure.

Focusing her blurry vision, she looked up to see dual-colored hair and eyes belonging to both the King and the Queen, one ice-cold and the other hard as rocks.

“I’m so- so sorry, my Prince.” She blurted out quickly, bowing her head to avoid staring at the unsightly scar covering the towering boy’s left eye. She swallowed thickly, nearly in tears already, knowing that the crown-prince was rather one that liked toying with the castle’s staff on days he hadn't the patience to read books and study, where he never practiced his sword-skills unless he had satisfactory targets.

His hand reached forward and her heart froze over, like a hand of death had taken ahold of it and her lungs seemed to seize, throat closing, making her dizzy at the feel of his grip on her chin, so dreadfully cold it had her teeth shattering.

“No, no, don't cry, it’s quite alright. Accidents happen after all.” His voice was as smooth and soft as it was steely, and it brought her no consolation as she was forced to look into his sharp unforgiving eyes. “Your name?” He demanded and she thought that the whimper which escaped her throat might just be the last sound she’d ever make before she withered like a flower in a blizzard.

“My name?” She couldn't hold back the tear that slipped down her cheek, gasping as the Prince caught it on his index-finger before it could drip down onto the floors.

She watched him take it to his lips, half-way surprised to see his tongue wasn't split through the middle as he licked the little droplet off his slender pale finger. “Yes, slave, your name.”

“T-Tundra, my Prince” She lied, thinking if she left the hallway still with her life that perhaps if he went looking he’d be searching for the wrong person.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly at her answer, forming a rather crooked eerie sort of smile. “Is that right?” He snickered, eyes never leaving hers, having her locked in place, un-allowed to look away. “Fitting you should bare a name such as that and still fall prey to measly little colds.” He stated.

“Irony is a watchful hound, your Highness.” She wanted to look down, anywhere but his searing gaze, thinking he might just turn her into ice only to thaw her into a mushy human being again, have her melt into an unfortunate pulp on the awful brimstone of the castle floors.

“That, she is.” He agreed, tilting his head to the side and looking at her as though he was observing, like he was looking for a flaw in her composure outside the obvious fear that scented the air. “You’re my sister’s handmaid aren't you?” Her blood ran white hot before dropping to a numbing freeze. “You should be with her, fitting her for her dress to this evening’s ball, shouldn't you? Tundra?”

He knows.

He knows she’s lying to him.

He knows who she is.

“I do look forward to seeing you by my sister’s side, you always look so... precious... up there on the podium. Perhaps you’ll agree to a dance?” He asked though demanded, and she swore her corset was cracking her ribs with how little it allowed her to breathe.

“I’d be honored, my Prince.” She felt like she could rake her skin off, drag it clean of the bone, like she was crumbling like some pastry in front of the young heir.

“Do make sure my sister looks stunning, she does love looking her best. And while you’re at it, throw together something for yourself.” He added, his eyes finally leaving hers to trail down her sorry dress. “I will rather have you go naked than in something as tragic as those robes.”

She couldn't say or do much more than nod, trying her best to keep her lip from quivering so violently. “Yes, my Prince.”

“Well...” He reached out his hand and she could feel the cold air flow like a winter’s breeze, nipping at her skin as he presented his palm to her, awaiting her smaller delicate hand to be offered. “I won't keep you any longer.” She did as she knew she had to, laying her breakable, frostbite-prone hand inside the comfort of Todoroki’s pretty porcelain paw, rings of power around his fingers sure to bite her skin with blisters, making her whimper so unfortunately loudly as she watched him press his freezing lips to her knuckles, the chill running through her veins and causing her head to still. “Run along now, wouldn't want you to fall behind on your chores. Such slacking requires punishment and I would just hate to have to whip you into shape, Tundra.”

Then I must say a street Keigo fits in here too, perhaps taken in by the Todoroki’s, being Dabi’s best mate... 

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA x  TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

The wayward son, falling short of meeting the expectations of his father the King, who always favored the youngest brother. In all rights as the firstborn, Touya was supposed to be King, but Enji respects strength above tradition and Shoto was assigned inheritance of the throne. And one can get a fair guess who the Dark Prince is going to take it all out on. 

Poor maid, just doing her job, though cruel fate always putting her in places she shouldn't be, at moments poorly timed, trapping her in inescapable dangerous situations. And perhaps she’d be able to avoid the Prince’s ice-blue steely gaze if it weren't for the other guy always being on her tail like a fucking Hawk. But, he knows better than anyone that nothing burns like the cold does, and he’ll do about anything to have that attention averted to someone else rather him, and she looks like their favorite type of distraction, one they can both enjoy.

“Lookie here, Touya.” His voice drawled in thrill, whistling a sharp chirp, trailing behind the busy maid as she hurried through the hallways to reach the kitchens, hoping they’d give her a break just this once.

“Well if it isn't our favorite toy.”

But it would seem Todoroki was in a mood, and by the sound of his voice and no doubt his words, he was looking for some relief. 

“Oh, sweetie, we’ve had such a boring day.” The prince’s pet slung his arm around her shoulders, playful golden eyes looking at her with a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “Mind helping us out?” 

She shook her head, cringing under the boy’s heavy brazen touches and how his breath blew hot against her neck. “My apologies, my lords, you must excuse me, I have chores that need me.” She blurted in the most respectful manner she knew how, trying to scurry off, but their legs were longer and therefor carried them faster than hers could ever hope to outrun, not to mention the weight of her skirt laid thick with cloth, dragging her already tired limbs down.

“Are you saying chores are of higher importance than your Prince?” Keigo quipped, tightening his embrace just a little which made the girl stumble up into his arms, hands bracing against his chest as she looked up at him.

“No!” She shook her head, correcting herself as she dragged her weight off of the ward’s chest. “Of course not, lord Takami.” He couldn't describe just how much he loved seeing her squirm like that, trying hard to save herself.

“We’ve gone over this, pretty...” He cooed, stroking a finger down her cheek before grabbing her chin gently, Touya smirking on the side, watching Keigo play with their prey. “Call me Keigo.”

“I’m sure you can leave your pesky duties for some other time.” Todoroki spoke, stalking closer to where Takami was keeping her still, spinning her around in his arms and locking her tight to his chest, her ass pressed firmly into his crotch as she was made to look up at Touya’s predatory approach, jarring facial features adorned with that gentle sinister smirk he always had plastered on his face.

“Right now, we require your full attention.” Takami whispered in her ear as she squirmed in his hug, trying to shake off his strong arms that were snaked around her waist.

“Better yet, how about I relieve you of all other duties.” Todoroki’s voice scathed like nails being dragged against a board. “That way, you serve us full-time.”

She couldn't help but whimper a little at the thought as the tall dark-haired Prince took calm and steady steps towards her until he was almost budding heads with Keigo who stood behind. “That’s very generous of you, but-” She tried.

“It’s settled then.” Todoroki stopped her with a finger to her mouth, tracing her trembling lips.

Keigo snickered behind her, his chest rumbling against her back. “Come on, we’ll escort you to your new home.” 

“Uhm-” She tried again to wiggle free from Keigo’s grip, but he wouldn't allow her to budge, not while Touya still was looking her up and down like a meal.

“Don't disobey us now.” Todoroki warned, to which Takami tightened his grip around her, holding her steady.

“Trust me, you don't want to anger your Prince, he doesn't play nice once you upset him.” The boy behind her spoke as though from experience, his voice breathy and strangely excited.

“Don’t scare her, Keigo.” The prince gave his dog a stern look, and she could feel something poking into her behind, Keigo’s ragged breaths hitting her neck.

“A little fear never hurt.” Takami whispered, breath unruly, his hand detaching from holding down her hip, raising it to grab ahold of her jaw, fingertips digging into the chubs of her cheeks. “Besides... just take a look at that face.” 

“You’re right, Keigo.” Todoroki tilted his head to the side, icy eyes looking at her scared little face, seemingly radiating with frost, chilling her very bones as she shivered in Takami’s embrace, which was ironic given she’d seen him burn entire crowds to mere charcoaled mangled mockeries of the human form, where not to mention the cruel singe-brands she spotted running along the forearms that held her steady. “I’m already forgetting whatever it was that upset me.”

Keigo gave another sinister chuckle, as he placed a soft teasing kiss to her collar, one that had her heart getting stuck in her throat. “That’s what I’m here for, your Highness.”

TIP-JAR

[urlocalnctstan]

hihihi<3 can u do one for Renjun+angst and 'My Everything' as the song✨

Song : My Everything - NCT U

Genre : Angst mentions of toxic parents, mentions of underworld/mafia, mentions of a minor character death

wc : 1.6 K

December 28th, 2017

Renjun stood exactly 40 steps away from your shivering figure that sat on a red swing, the temperature of the night dropping as it got deeper. While he watched you waiting alone with a heavy heart, unbeknownst to his presence you rubbed your palms against one another to produce some friction as an attempt to allow you the bliss of warmth momentarily. You puff out a string of smog in annoyance, re-checking if your boyfriend actually agreed meeting up tonight.

you : tonight. 9 pm at the park. sharp or ill kill u

RJ: 9 pm it is.

You jumped in surprise at the sound of your own sneeze, quickly bringing out some tissues from the pocket of your jacket before your allergy worsens. It was already 10 pm, and you started you wonder if he would actually ever show up. You fix your woolen beanie, the one you have matching with Renjun, anxiously tapping your feet against the blanket of green beneath you. You squint your eyes, sensing the devious arrival of your migraine. What a great night it is indeed! You thought. 

Renjun took two steps towards you, hesitation holding back his legs from approaching any further; I should tell you, he thought. He did not want to drop a bomb on you out of the blue when you hear the news of his sudden disappearance. He wanted to come out clean, if not to all at least to you. You of everyone deserve an explanation. But fate had other plans for you both that day. Annoyed red, you harshly kick the swing you were previously seating on, swinging your bag on your back before speeding off back to your house. Renjun sighed, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or because you were making too hard for him to say the truth.

“What do you mean?” You felt your heart drop at his words, a solemn expression sitting on his face. It held no regrets, no emotions; and you pondered if he was the same guy that you had been dating for the past 11 months. “Babe, what are you sa-”

“You heard me right, Y/N.” Renjun rubbed the temples of his forehead, an exasperated huff leaving his mouth. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll be leaving in three days. So its best we break up.” He was not even bothering to look you in the eyes, did all these months mean nothing to him at all?

You were too numb to answer him back, feeling as if a lightning directly ascended upon your existence. You stood in your position motionless, not even realizing how he had already disappeared from you line of sight. You wanted to cry and scream at him, but it was if your body was retaliating against you; unable to form any sort of sound. That night, you cried to your heart’s content; a very worried Jaemin comforting you throughout the whole night despite having his Valedictorian Speech rehearsal scheduled the next day. Without a word, he listened to your muffled cries and screams, sometimes letting out coos of ‘it’ll be okay’ or ‘i’m here for you’. For the first time in all your years of being friends with him you had actually listened to his words when he said, “Cry out, cry to your heart’s content tonight, but remember to never cry again for that dipshit after tonight.” Jaemin took your slowly calming sobs as an agreement to his prior wording, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he listened to another set of muffled sobs reverberating from his earphones.

December 28th, 2027

“Oh my God!” A very merry Sooyoung, you best friend who was also your colleague at the law firm you worked at chirped gleefully as you twirled around gracefully with your wedding dress. Yes, it was your wedding day. You blushed like every other bride as you glanced at your reflection on the mirror, slightly taken aback by this very different version of yourself. You looked ethereal, like those scenes in movies where a soft light from the windows falls upon the main lead with white curtains dancing in the back? Yeah, you felt similar to that. 

Giggling at your weird imaginations, you turn over to meet a teary Sooyoung, sniffing with the napkin clutched in her hands. You would hate to cry at this moment, it had barely been twenty minutes since you arrived in the waiting room. But most importantly, you would really despise the idea of getting your makeup ruined, not really adamant on spending another stash of dollars for a simple bridal makeover. However, your sobbing best friend was making it really hard for you. Your sweet moment was cut off by an urgent spree of knocks, the person standing on the other side being extremely impatient to even bother waiting for someone to twist the door knob open. 

The door opened to reveal a very unexpected person standing with a bouquet of fresh white orchids and white roses; your favorites. You had a shit eating grin on your face as he stepped inside the room, elegancy dripping with every movement he made. His dark brown hair was gelled back, making his already sharp features stand out even more. The jet black tuxedo was perfect on him, making his look like a walking prince. 

“Renjun,” you call out, barely above a whisper; his name feeling a bit foreign on tongue. “You’re here.”

“I am.” Renjun no longer held that poker face you had despised so much ever since your breakup, joyous grin adorning his face at the sight of you. You look so beautiful, so so beautiful, he thought grinning to himself. Renjun felt his heart squeeze against his ribs, half because of how ethereally beautiful you looked and half because how he wished that it was him you had dolled up for. With light steps he leans forward to your sitting figure, wearing a smile that looked more of a painful one as he placed you the bouquet of flowers he chose for you.

“I am really surprised how you still remembered.” Unlike him, you remained more composed; unfazed by the reunion with your past lover. Your fingertips caressed the white delicate petals that were slightly wet, admiring how beautiful the bunch looked. “Thank you so much, Renjun.” You say to the man, sincerity dripping with every syllables you let out. He was currently sat crouched on the ground, careful not to step on the white laces of your expensive wedding gown.

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t say thank you yet. I still have something else stored for you too.”

“Please give a big round of applause for the most beautiful bride!” Haechan exclaimed, his hands clapping as he motions Jisung to ask the caterers to position the light towards you. Audience stared in awe, you looked like a dream with the white lace dress, your veil trailing behind as the tiara glistened in the soft light. You were glowing.

“On the road that shines exceptionally,” a sweet honey-like voice catches you off guard, momentarily making you halt in your pace as you search for its owner. Renjun stood on the stage just beside the alter, your cousin Mark strumming his guitar while another one of your friends Chenle produced sweet melody on the pianoforte to muse with the vocals. You couldn’tt help but beam at the sight.

“Standing there, I am waiting for you” Just turn around, make me conquer my cowardice. Hold on to me instead of the cold metal chains of the red swing. Will you wait for me if I ask you? Will you wait until I return for you?

“What do you mean?”

Please don’t go yet Y/N, ask me to stay back. Just ask me once and I’ll do it.

“Babe, what are you sa-”

“You heard me right, Y/N.” Please this is not what I want, please see how much I am struggling to let go off you. Just when Renjun was just about to blurt out all his emtoions, his eyes widened at the sight of his father, gawking over him from the top of the stairs right behind you.

“It's not cold When you are in my arms, I can feel the warmth.”

Renjun remained silent, too scared to say something that might end up really fatal for him; for you. “That girl is a distraction for you.” Renjun’s father glowered at the younger, his grip tightening on the loaded pistol residing in his hand. “Cut her off, or I’ll do the favor for you.”

Renjun did what he thought was best. If your safety meant the sacrifice of his love, he would gladly comply so. It wasn’t long that the illegal empire built by his father collasped after his sudden demise; Renjun escaping his worst nightmare at the night of funeral. It was somewhat easy for him to start a new life since he was never exposed to the strings of underworld, fleeing back to China without any trace. He was able to have a fresh start with his desired career : a musician. 

Seeing you smile brightly as the luminescence shining from above created a halo around you, he felt as if he were witnessing an angel that had directly ascended from Heaven. Heavy heart filled with pain, a fresh pool of tears start to form at the corners of his eyes; how he wished it was him standing at the other side of the alter instead of Na Jaemin. 

“You're my everything I want to protect your days and nights You are a miracle to me, I wish you could see it Spreading all over me, a gift called you You’re my night and day Waiting for you in this street, drawing you again.”

this was long I hope i was able to meet a teeny tiny bit of your expectations love  @bluejaem

[jungkookiebus]

Steamy: Epilogue | jjk

Genre: college!au, time hops, an obscene amount of fluff Pairing: college!Jungkook x reader Warnings: I made myself cry. Word count: 2.4k Summary: This particular “chapter” answers the question of “Did Jimin find out?” along with the future of Jungkook and the reader. Get ready to read so much fluff that it hurts. 

Steamy | Steamy Pt. 2 | Steamy Pt. 3

One month later

Jimin’s beer came out of his nose as he stood at the very busy bar and it fucking burned.

“Excuse me, what the fuck did you just say?”

Jungkook laughed into his glass as he sat in the stool next to him.

“Jeon Jungkook you better be kidding. I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“I’m not kidding.” He was still looking at him with the same shit eating grin he used when he casually told Jimin he was dating his sister.

“So that’s why you haven’t been coming over to game?? Because you’ve been dating my sister?!”

“She’s more fun to hang out with, what can I say?”

“Oh my GOD! I don’t want to think about your grubby little hands on my sister.”

“Hey! I thought I was one of your best friends!?”

“You are my best friend, but right now I really want to put my hands around your throat and choke you out.”

“I did that to your sister a few times, plus, your hands are too small.”

Jungkook had to put his drink down the second Jimin turned a bright shade of red or it would have been all over the bar.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Later that evening

“________!!!!!” you heard as the front door slammed open.

You stuck your head into the hallway to see a very sloshed Jimin with his arm slung over Jungkook’s shoulder as he carried him inside.

Every single one of Jimin’s words were slurred. “When the fuck were you going to tell me you were dating this perv, _____?”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Jungkook who looked at you and shrugged.

“You told him?”

“He was going to find out sooner or later.”

“Well, I guess now was better than later.” You reached forward for your brother to help take him to his room.

Jimin began stammering again as you put your arm around his waist. “______ if he hurts you you tell me. I will rip his dick off I promise.”

You laughed as you shifted your weight to another foot to help support him as he used you to stand.

“Thank you, Jimin, but I don’t think that’s necessary,” you said looking up and smiling at Jungkook. A grin broke out across his face as he looked at you.

“Please just throw me into my bed so I can quit thinking about Jungkook fucking you.”

“Jimin!” you yelled.

“I may have teased him,” Jungkook laughed from his other side.

“I hate both of you.”

“No, you don’t,” they both said at the same time.

Three years later

“Don’t be nervous, man, she’ll love it,” Jimin said reassuringly.

“You think so?” Jungkook was rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants nervously.

“She’s the sappiest person I know. There’s no way she’ll hate it. When we were kids, we made up our own, stupid language and we used to write notes to one another that only we could read. For my birthday five years ago, she made me an entire scrapbook of those letters; I had no idea that she even kept them. Any time I’ve moved that’s the only thing I personally carried on me and made sure it made it to my new place safely. She’ll love it, Jungkook.”

A few hours later

“Where are we going?” you asked as you met Jungkook on the sidewalk.

“Not far,” he smiled as he grabbed your hand.

The late afternoon was cool and breezy. Jungkook’s hand was warm in yours as you both casually walked down the street, the cherry blossom blooms fragranced the entire neighborhood.

“It’s so beautiful outside today,” you commented.

“I know,” he said as he smiled wistfully. “It’s going to be perfect.”

“What is?”

He seemed taken aback by his own words. “U-uh our date, silly.” He poked your nose with his finger.

“You’re weird,” you laughed.

“Let’s go walk in the park first,” he said.

Who were you to argue? The day was beautiful, warm, and inviting.

You realized exactly what was happening when you saw Daeun first. She had grown into a beautiful woman over the years and became exactly the type of person Jungkook always hoped she would be; she was kind, thoughtful, and above all else, much like her brother. She turned her shining eyes to you as a wide grin broke out across her face. Beside her, lay a lavish picnic on a white blanket.

“Thanks, Daeun,” Jungkook said walking up to her and kissing her cheek.

“Anything for my big brother and his cute as heck girlfriend…where did you get this dress?!”

Daeun made a show of grabbing your hands and pulling them outward so she could get a better view.

“Alright, Daeun, bye,” Jungkook said as he pulled you away.

“What? No money this time?”

“In your dreams.”

Daeun laughed as she waved and walked off to the night market.

“This looks even better than the first time,” you said as you sat down on the blanket.

“Yea, had to buy a new blanket though,” he said with a wink.

“Your poor landlord,” you laughed.

“He never found out it was me by the way.”

“I figured as much.”

The evening was perfect. Families and couples were gathering up their belongings when the park lights came on and darkness started to descend on the day. A light breeze still blew through the park as you sat gazing out towards the river. Jungkook stole a glance and looked at you as you were lost in thought. He thought that, never in his entire life, had he seen someone so beautiful. The breeze picked up your hair and he watched is it tickled your nose and you scrunched your face at the feeling. He reached over, grabbing the strand, and tucked it gently behind your ear, leaving his hand there. You turned to look at him and his heart seemed to stop in his chest as he looked at you.

“What?” you asked, smiling. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’ve just never loved someone quite as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shifted his body to sit in front of you and stared into your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

A small smile graced his face as he reached into his jacket. Your heart hammered in your chest wildly as he pulled a small, velvet box out of an inside pocket. Your eyes went wide and to his. His smile grew wider as soon as he saw the wheels in your head turning.

“_________,” he said while opening the box to reveal a small, delicate diamond ring, “will you marry me?”

Tears immediately ran down your cheeks as you clasped your hands together in excitement.

“Jungkook, yes, a million times yes,” you said through your tears.

His smile could have lit the darkest of days as he pulled the ring from the box and slid it onto your finger; with the help of Jimin he had gotten the perfect fit. You grabbed his cheeks as you brought him in for a kiss.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he whispered against your lips.

One year, three months later (Jungkook’s POV)

“Stop fidgeting,” Jimin said to him.

Jungkook was a bundle of nerves as he stood at the altar. You guys had decided on an outdoor wedding and he was starting to regret it as he saw the sky darken in the distance.

“I’m nervous. Of course I’m fidgety,” he said sideways to Jimin.

“Well, my little sister is about to walk down the aisle, so you better stop looking like you’re going to shit your pants.”

The last of the bridal party made it up the aisle when Canon in D started to play. It was ______’s idea to walk to that song instead of the traditional wedding march. ‘It’ll be more elegant,’ she had said. Jungkook couldn’t even focus on the notes as he looked expectantly towards the back of the house she was coming out of.

What he saw took his breath away.

The dress was beautiful; it was lace head to toe completely covering her upper half, intricate lace sleeves that reached all the way to her wrists. She had opted to keep her hair down with simple curls and no veil. In her hands she held a bouquet of lilies, much like the flowers he had gotten her for your second date. She smiled as soon as your eyes made contact and Jungkook had to remind himself that she was all his. As soon as she was close enough, he took a step down off the altar to meet her.

“You seem ready to start, Jungkook,” her dad laughed as he kissed her cheek and handed her off to him.

“You have no idea, sir.”

The rest of the evening was a blur. Vows were said without a hitch, maybe a few tears, but it was as perfect as he imagined. For their first dance, he only had eyes for her and if you asked him today to recall anything from that evening it would be how absolutely perfect she was.

Two years, four months, and two days later (reader)

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled as another contraction ripped through your body.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Jungkook said holding his hands up and backing away from you. “I was just trying to help.”

As soon as the contraction faded, you fell back against the pillows.

“Jungkook come back,” you said pitifully.

“Oh, now you want me,” he laughed.

“I have the ice!!” Jimin said excitedly as he came back into the room with cups in hand. “Just like the lady ordered.” He handed one of them to you and you knocked a few back in your mouth, sighing appreciatively.

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you said through a mouthful of ice.

“Because my,” Jimin said while placing his face close to your stomach, “little nephew or niece is in there and I have to take care of its mother, so when you pop it out, I can spoil it.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Twelve hours later

The only other time you had seen Jungkook smile the way he did when he held his baby girl was the day he asked you to marry him.

Four years, three months, five days later

“Don’t you dare,” you said pointing a finger at Misun.

She currently held a permanent marker aloft in her hand as she stood near your very clean white wall.

“Daddy said,” she smiled.

“Daddy said you could color on paper, not mommy’s walls.”

“Sure?” Her face told you she didn’t believe you.

“I’m absolutely sure,” you said sternly.

“What’s going on here?!” Jungkook shouted from the front door as soon as he walked in.

Misun immediately dropped her marker as she ran off screeching in his direction. You snatched it from the floor before she could remember it was there and walked off to the direction of the excited “conversation” that was happening in the hallway right now. Misun was currently telling Jungkook all about this bug she had found today that mommy wouldn’t let her have.

“Is that so?” he said in mock concern as he held her in his arms.

“It was a roach,” you said plainly. Jungkook leaned over to give you a quick kiss.

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at Misun. “Well, baby, those kinds of bugs aren’t your friend.”

“It was cute!” she cried.

“We’ll find you another cute bug, how about that?”

She clapped her hands excitedly at the prospect of finding another friend.

“When is Jimin getting here?” he asked setting her down on the floor.

“Chim?!” she squealed. Her eyes lit up just as brightly as Jungkook’s.

“Yep! Chim is coming to hang out with you tonight while mommy and I,” he said squatting to her level, “go on a date.”

An hour later and Jimin had arrived at your doorstep. You knew he was there when you heard Misun scream at the top of her lungs.

“It’s my favorite little girl!” you heard Jimin yell.

You walked into the hallway, placing in your earrings, to see Jimin holding her above his head while she squealed.

“Hey, little sis,” he said kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for watching her.”

“No problem. Too bad you still look just like your daddy,” he said with a pout as he tickled Misun. She was none the wiser about his snide remark as she laughed. “See? She agrees.”

“I heard that,” Jungkook said walking into the room.

Jimin feigned ignorance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“See you later, Jimin,” he said pulling you by your hand. “She’s eaten, so all you have to do is put her to bed.”

“Nuh uh, I’m introducing her to horror movies then putting her to bed.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

A few hours later

You were laid out in the grass beside Jungkook looking at the night sky. You had just finished dinner and decided it wouldn’t hurt to have an hour or so of quiet solitude together. You both wandered into the park, finding it deserted at that time, and laid out to look at the stars. You had your head on Jungkook’s stomach as he lazily played with your hair.

“Isn’t it crazy?” you asked.

“What is?”

“How we ended up here. Everything started in this park.”

“It started for me when we had that class together.”

“You know what I mean,” you laughed. “I’m so happy how everything turned out.”

Your head moved as he took a deep breath and exhaled. You heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. “Yea. It’s been absolutely ideal hasn’t it?”

Jungkook sat up, your head sliding to his lap as he did so. He gazed down with as much, if not more, love and adoration that he had given you since day one. You sat up, supporting your weight on one arm, as you looked at him face to face. You both sat there for a moment just staring at one another before he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against yours. This feeling, this feeling of absolute love and trust between the two of you is what you always held dear to your heart. Never had Jungkook made you feel unwanted, worthless, worried, or unloved. He had made it his mission from day one to make you feel as if you were the most important person in the world and he reminded you everyday in both his words and his actions. He pulled back to look at you once more in the soft light of the moon.

“I love being with you, _____.”

“I love being with you too, Jungkook.”

[penny-beee]

2:16 pm, Portland Ore.

“My love, where are we going?” Jaebum quizzed, he sat next to me in the car, a blindfold over his dark eyes. The dash read 2:16 pm.

Jaebum and I had flown to my hometown Vancouver WA from Seoul to have him meet my family for the first time. Although Vancouver was cute and small, there was absolutely nothing to do, so I took it upon myself to surprise him with Portland. Some ‘Salt N Straw’ and waterfront walks sounded much needed on this late spring day.

“Just relax, we aren’t far from my house.”

“Really? Because I feel like we’ve been driving for hours.” He relaliated.

“There’s traffic but we’re parking now, I promise.” And just like that I zipped into a spot in front of an old but clean looking house. That was Alberta street’s charm, very old houses that were beautifully renovated. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

“Oh wow, where are we, babe?”

“Portland, I wanted to show you one of my favorite ice cream shops and then the waterfront.” I smiled at him, he opened the door to my Honda slowly. Careful not to hit the curb with the door.

“Damn, do you see that mural on the shed?” He asked, a big psychedelic piece laid atop the sheds doors. I watched him with a smirk as he grabbed his phone to take a picture of it.

“Yeah, this is one of my favorites. I usually park here for that mural and that Salt N Straw is literally right here.” I chimmed, he twisted his waist to view the shop just across the street.

“Ah.” Nodding with a chuckle, he snapped a quick picture and shoved his device back into his jean pocket. Jaebum intertwined our fingers and kindly pulled me besides him. A “wrong side babe,” reminded me to switch with him and walk on the inner part of the pavement. “I don’t need a (y/n) pancake today.” He chuckled at his childish remark.

“Oh aren’t you quite the comic today.” I interjected, nudging my shorter shoulder into his upper arm.

The line for the crazy ice cream flavors came through the door and out to the street. “Why is it so busy?” He looked puzzled as if he thought this type of ice cream was normal and you could go to a local mart to grab it.

“You’ll see, it’s not your average ice cream.”

—

About 10 minutes of slow turtle walking, we got up to the counter to order. About 15 different flavors waiting to be eaten. My favorite seasonal was back, it was rare to see a full bucket of ‘Hibiscus w/ Rose Lemon Curd,” so of course I ordered a double scoop in a sugar cone. Jaebum on the other hand seemed lost.

“J, you should try the snickerdoodle or Orange Blossom, they add edible flowers.” I spoke, taking the cone from the lady behind the counter.

“U-uh yeah. I’ll get a double scoop of Orange Blossom in a sugar cone please.” He gazed over at me and hinted a small smile. “Thanks for the help.” He mouthed. We made our way to the register and I reached for my purse. “Ah no, my tre-“

I interrupted. “Nope, my treat since you’ve never been here.” I handed the short man the perfect $8.24 and yanked J out of the crowed shop. “Alright first impressions, what do you think?” I grinned, standing ajacted to him on the side walk. He took a big lick.

“..wow, I wasn’t expecting much. But it’s really good. Every trip to Vancouver we are coming here babe.” He genuinely looked satisfied with his choice of words, a huge smirk and crossed eyes as he peaked down at the milky treat.

“Alrighty than, let’s get to the car and make our way to the waterfront. I have some boats I wanna show you.”

—

I pulled up to the parking garage, careful not to harm my brand new Honda Passport from scratches. J took his last bite of the cone and held mine in his left hand, ready for me to take. “Okay, I got my keys, phone, boyfriend... and ice cream. Cool” I whispered to myself, always need to remember the keys with new cars. The doors will automatically lock and you won’t be able to get in. “Alright, let’s go.”

We both exited and met on his side, seeing as he was closest to the outside. We walked hand in hand, down the street to the front of the small cafe lined boardwalk. Modern apartments sat above the cafes and strong lights adorned the trees, giving a classy and elegant feeling to the small rivers side.

Cold lips landed on my cheek, “thank you for the adventure, I’ve never had a day to explore America by myself.” He was honestly happy, always a small grin covered his face as we walked around. Even if we were stopped for a second for an autograph or picture.

“Of course, I know all the good places we can explore.”

[fuckprophecys]

Writing prompt! "How many times have you attempted this?" "Too many, but I promise you I'm gonna get it this time." (Maybe hazel to Frank? Do whatever u want with it)

The day started pretty ordinary. It was the weekly wash day, so she spent about 2 hours washing her hair and putting them up in Bantu knots. She got all dressed up, helped some campers out with their morning chores, and had a light and fun breakfast. She even found herself some time to go meet her brother at their father’s temple to do some cleaning up.

That all drastically changed when she was making her way back to camp.

Hazel watched in complete and utter distress, holding back the urge to unravel a knot just so she could twirl the lock nervously between her fingers. It was only noon, the sun just starting to shimmer as the gleaming orb emerged from behind a morning cloud’s silver lining.

There, a few delicate paces beyond her, was Praetor Frank in his official's attire, sweating to the gods knees.

"How many times have you attempted this?" Her voice was gentle.

"Too many, but I promise you I'm gonna get it this time."

A gold nugget popped up at her feet as her head met her hands. Frank huffed, lifting up a large cardboard box with the Amazonian Smile on the side, and started trekking uphill.

She jumped a little, looking back up at him. With a small yelp, she scampered after him. Not caring if she kicked up dust or dirtied her shoes, she followed in his shadow.

“Frank! This isn’t going to work!”

“Yes it is, I’m making sure it will.”

Hazel tried to snatch the shiny gold scarf off the top of the box, but resulted in nearly tripping over her heels and smashing into Frank’s back.

Guess it’s a good thing he’s a very large and buff man, even if she ran into him he wouldn’t feel much of it.

“Come on Frank, think about what you’re doing.”

“Hazel I’ve got to do this.”

“It’s just one prom! You don’t have to go all out for-”

He shushed her.

“Yes I do. I must. It is my calling.”

Hazel watched him walk off down the path to the village, the pride on his shoulders nearly glittering in his Mars Strength aura and the sunlight. Soldiers from all cohorts - who were bustling about doing their midday chores - parted the way for him, then curiously followed in suit behind their leader. Some pulled out cell phones and did whatever magic they needed to access the video camera.

“This just really fluffles my chicken nuggets.” She huffed below her breath. “You don’t have to one up Reyna like this!”

No one responded to her.

Part of her wanted to save the day. Another part knew she couldn’t. A piece of her wanted to be there anyways, just to see if he can do it.

She huffed up her elegant pink hoop skirt and trekked after the rushing crowd.

The crowding stopped at the village line. Little Julia was giggling with delight as she took weapons left and right, Terminus scuffing in disapproval of people who sheepishly crossed the city limits while apologizing for the mess. The girl’s hair was a vibrant blue, no doubt meaning that she was back on track with her dream to become a powerful demigod of the ocean. Or, at least, pretending to be one. Her wooden sword was painted bronze at her side.

Hazel shoved her way through the crowd, using her skirt as a barrier between them and herself.

“Aunty Hazel!” Julia squealed with delight and bounced towards her, hair flaring out from their pigtails. “Aunty Hazel Aunty Hazel.”

Hazel didn’t remember how she got that title, much less when. It was delightful, though, so she waved at the little girl.

“Hey Julia, I’m just passing through. I don’t have my weapons, I’m a good girl and planned ahead.” She didn’t plan well, her sword was basically hiding in  bush. She just didn’t want to be a burden.

“Good Job!” The little girl clapped and looked up at Terminus. For a statue, he looked very tired and agitated. Hazel offered a smile to him, and he nodded his head to the side.

Before leaving, Hazel gave Julia a tiny pink feather. Then she was off sprinting after Frank again.

She arrived just before he could set up everything. But it was still just a tad too late to stop him. The banner was already up, several bundles of flowers along the poles and carving a path in front of him. His attired changed, but only by colour.

Frank Zhang was shaking in excitement and nervousness, standing on the College Campus turf, surrounded by a lightly filled half circle crowd. Nearby, Reyna sat at a table sipping some hot chocolate. Hazel could also see Percy, watching from far off in the sidelines, his face stone blank. The universal Percy sign that he was holding back a laugh.

Hazel forced her way through the crowd, yet again using her hoop to her advantage.

Frank looked back to see her once again.

This time she offered a thumbs up. His face nearly lit up at this, and he went back to setting everything up.

A minute passed. Then two. Five. Ten.

Annabeth appeared in the distance, near her boyfriend, ushering someone with a blindfold. Hazel’s cheeks puffed up in attempted to hide a laugh. Frank stood up, the pride on his shoulders almost shimmering again. Or maybe the stripes were glowing, and she just couldn’t tell.

The crowd had started to thicken with people pooling in again. It seemed like the whole camp was there, holding its breath.

The blonde queen swiftly guided the blindfolded beauty to a spray painted X in the grass, then held up a quizzical thumbs up to Frank. The praetor took a deep breath and fixed his chest plate.

He held a thumbs up back at her.

With the crowd oozing with suspension, Annabeth took the blindfold off and jumped back as fast as she could.

“Michael Kahale, I have tried so many times to get this perfect before I asked… will you go to the Camp Jupiter Leader’s Prom with me?”

There was a moment of pure shock on the face of the Son of Venus, who was still wearing pajamas dotted with llamas in spacesuits. Then a beaming smile etched itself across his face.

“Of course!”

And the crowd erupted in cheers.

[ughyoongis]

In The Midst Of Chaos [ chapter 01 ] a prince!calum fic

A/N: this fic is very near and dear to my heart so please let me know if you like it and tell me what u wanna see or hope happens next! enjoy!

word count: 4.7k

previous chapter

Within a few weeks of working in the castle, Alice learns the boundaries. The do's and don't's of her job. Yes. That is correct, her job in the castle. She now works for the royal family, along with one other new recruit named Luke who's grown to be a friendly aura to hang around during slow shifts.

The head nurse, Penelope, teaches her day to day tasks and shows her the ropes, she explains the rules. Be kind, be courteous, be quick. Don't wander down halls you weren't instructed to walk down, which, at first seemed a bit silly. But the more time spent in the castle, the more her curiosity festered.

Because she never expected a castle to be so deathly quiet throughout the day. She expected loud festivities, bustling workers who rush from place to place, it's supposed to be a constant circle of busy, busy bees.

Instead, she finds herself alone in the halls, rarely seeing someone, getting lost in the maze that is this glorious castle. Extravagant paintings of the reign through the years, statues of the gods and goddesses, more and more vases of flowers. She never quite hears anything behind the closed doors, always taking soft steps to hopefully hear a murmur through the walls. She's starting to wonder if there's anyone even here.

"My dear, would you take this upstairs for me?" Penelope, or Penny, as the other nurses address her, hands a basket of tonics and oils to her, each one capped and labelled, a tag on them to describe what each one has healing qualities of.

"Of course." Alice stops folding her washed towels, taking the wicker basket with a sheepish grin.

"There's a maid's quarters, at the very end of the Western tower, leave it outside the door." Penelope's a kind woman, deep sea foam green eyes that have rings of brown as well, her skin is a shade of honey and caramel, hair in tight black ringlets. She has a warm smile and plum colored lips, she smells of cherry wine and lavender.

"Thank you." Alice spins on her heel and exits, she has yet to make Penelope mad, and today is not the day to see how irritated she can get.

She rushes up to the top floor, reciting the directions of the Western tower in her mind, trailing her way down the velvety carpet, the sun sets out the open windows, curtains flowing from the breeze that washes in every now and then.

The trees outside sway delicately against the autumn chill, the center of the castle is in full view from up here. A square of the castle gardens, those who walk up here can look down into from every side of the upstairs level, all of the windows from each hall look down into the vast, ever so breathtaking gardens of the land they love. Beautiful fountains, extravagant flowers and plants from foreign lands. Penelope said she loves to spend her time in the gardens whenever she has the opportunity.

Luke said he saw the prince in gardens, almost every time he walked by and had the opportunity to look into the vicinity. He had seen him sitting out on the grass, alone, writing in his journal. Always writing. Sometimes, he had a guard next to him, if not close by, keeping watch.

She smiles down at her feet when she thinks of how stupid she must seem, lolling around thinking about the prince writing of all things. Has she gone mad? The prince seems too self-centered, too violent for her liking. She likes men who treat people properly, fairly.

Her shoulder bumps into a rigid column, the post swaying before a vase tips, it's beauty of blue and black paint, intricate gold marking on the rim- shatters itself across the floor. Her hand clasps over her mouth to hide the gasp that threatens to escape from her throat.

She feels her skin crawl.

Oh no.

Her knees buckle and she's scrambling to the floor to try and assess what she had just done. This is an artifact, a one of a kind beautiful masterpiece. She can't afford to fix this. They'll kill her. The guillotine will be her next place to be ushered off to. Her heart is in her throat, all of her fears come crashing down when she glances up and sees a figure lingering at the very end of the hall.

The prince. His icy stare is what causes the chills up her spine, the way he just lurks in the distance, hands clasped behind his back as he watches- just stares- at her floundering in a panicked mess.

Her hands let go of her basket of tonics. The second his feet start to move towards her, she scrambles up onto her trembling legs, curtseying hastily, muttering apology after apology. He can't even hear her, she's too far away, but that doesn't matter. She runs, far from the crime scene she had created.

He watches her leave, studies the broken vase and the basket she had abandoned in her attempt to escape. She's out of his sight and clicking her way down the stairs when he turns around to look at his literary tutor, one of his confidants. Ashton. A boy his age, who's a scholar in his studies, son of the archduke of this regime, born into the money but humble, far too humble for Calum's liking.

"Do you know who she is?" He asks, head whipping back around to stare longingly down the corridor.

Ashton's hazel eyes stare apprehensively.

"She had a nurse's uniform on, but I know not her name." His smile grows as he grins, "She seemed fearful, your highness."

"Perhaps she should be." The prince lifts the basket with his hand, staring at it in confusion before handing it off to the tutor.

"Take this back to the maid's quarters, seems they've been given their weekly healer's basket." He watches the dirty blonde stride away and disappear in this labyrinth of marble floors and porcelain statues.

He watches the breeze whirl through particularly strong, the curtains flutter and he laughs to himself, smugly, so no one can hear. Then strolls down the halls, in no rush, and head's to the nurses chambers.

"You what?" Luke is whisper-yelling at her when she walks back into their shared study space, cobblestone walls with moss in the corners, poorly eroded ceilings, and grimy air. But it's a study, nonetheless. They're in there alone but she's too scared anyone passing by will hear.

"He was right there, he watched me do it." Her face etches into a petrified frown. She can't stop checking behind her, as if he'll be there, hidden. Silently watching her panic in the corner.

"Did he say anything?"

"If he had I missed it, I was so scared I ran."

Her hand falls to the table they're sitting at, Luke's textbooks on anatomy is open and he's supposed to be reading but this seems far more interesting than the study of the nervous system.

"Penelope said he rarely speaks, says he's never said more than a word or two to her."

"That's assuring." Alice shakes her head in disbelief, "I just got this job and now I'm in the gutter."

"It's a likely chance he will not care." Luke tries to say something that may lift her spirits or lighten the mood.

But the door opens with a creak and Penelope stands in the doorframe, her arms across her chest.

"Anything you'd like to tell me?" Penelope's tone is on the softer side, but her eyes plead for the truth.

The prince steps into the doorframe, eyes landing on hers nearly instantly.

Luke visibly shrinks in his seat, lips parted, eyes wide, gaping at the sight of the prince in arms reach. Terrifyingly superior to them, even more so when he speaks, voice firm and coated in bittersweet honey.

"Your name?" He poses the question, ready to hear this girl's name be uttered off of her lips like her sad excuse of an apology he barely heard.

She blinks, wildly, "Alice."

He nods, brushing past Penelope so he can make his way into the room, taking it all in with a disgruntled look, eyebrows strung together as he sees the subpar conditions these two are in.

He glances at the girl once more, notices the way she averts her gaze directly to the ground the second he glances at her. Not an usual response on his behalf, he's grown accustomed to the look of discomfort he receives.

"Your highness, she's very new to our staff. An intelligent girl, she means no harm to the castle."

"I'm aware." He bites back instantly, jaw setting itself into place as he raises his stare up to Alice's eyes, glowering over her fright.

His stature is that of royalty, as should be expected for his title, his shoulders broad, feet firm, dressed in his elegant princely garb. The nation's colors, red and gold, draped around him from head to toe. The glorious crown perched on his head shines amidst the dull, lifeless room they're all in.

He stays stoic, burning his gaze down onto her. Picking at her from start to finish.

Calum's eyes are as sinister as his father's, the deepest ebony color that drowns into a cold, endlessly paralyzing stare. Something phantasmal.

The maori takes a breath, and then gives a firm nod. "I'll discuss the repercussions with your boss." His feet take slow, careful steps back out into the hall, where a murmured conversation takes place.

Her consequence is decided in a mere three minutes.

Penelope enters, Calum stays in the corridor, hoping to witness her reaction.

"We've decided it's best if you clean up your mess-"

"Put the vase back together." Calum interrupts, voice suddenly too loud for the small space. "Piece by piece."

Her face is nothing short of awestruck, a sudden coursing aggravation fuels it's way through her veins and the second she goes to protest he adds on.

"Would you rather buy a new one? They're only sold in the Southern nation, given to us as an offering from the princess herself, hand crafted." He watches her bite her tongue, then continues. "One may say it's priceless."

She ducks her head down, her way of apologizing for nearly acting out. The outburst that tugs and tugs at her heart, waiting to be released but he stands there, overzealously proud of his accomplishment of utterly ticking her off.

"Better pick up those pieces before a maid sweeps them up." He steps off and carries himself away from her to whistle a low tune.

Alice hates him. She completely, pathetically hates the prince.

Two days. It takes two days for Calum to fall back at the door of her study. His first words being:

"My horse threw me off and it seems I've hurt my hip." He wears a stressed frown, a face she's only seen on him, either this or an angered yell. She has rarely seen him otherwise, and if he did make any other expression, it might as well make the daily newspaper.

Alice had been in the middle of sorting out her shelves and cabinets when he entered, whisking him off to her cot so she can examine everything. There's little to no conversation. The sound of birds chirping and the echoed chit chat from the other studies around them.

She's been avoiding the wretched excuse of a punishment they had given her, a bag full of broken vase pieces sits in the bottom drawer of her desk and for now, she's given it no thought whatsoever.

"Did you land on your side?" She asks, earning a nod from the maori, who's far too handsome for her heart's liking. He's in much simpler clothes than his formal attire, instead dressed in black slacks and a white button down. He still looks soaked in wealth and luxury since his crown is tangled into his unruly curls, but not as overwhelming as his usual wardrobe.

"Could you lift up your shirt?" She asks, circling her hand above his hip that he clutches in pain, he nods and pulls the shirt so it comes untucked, a bruise blooming over his side as a couple scratches show from the gravel path he had landed on.

"You must have an angry horse, your highness." She jokes without thinking.

"My horse is perfectly fine." He mutters under his breath while Alice takes the rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and swipes over the scratches, emitting a hiss from the maori. "Was in a mood, s'all."

Maybe the horse doesn't like you, she wants to say, but bites her tongue.

She sighs after assessing the situation.

"Let me put witch hazel on this, and some ice. Should be gone in a week or so." She grabs what she needs as she says it, applying it all in mere seconds. "Sit still and rest with this on for a bit."

He nods and relaxes against the pillow on the cot, his crown tilts as he does so, and now he looks completely different from the uniform man who rules the nation under his father's wing, causing wars and starting riots in the streets. Now, he looks so disheveled. He's softer, delicate. God, she shouldn't even think of him like this but here she is.

She stands, heels shuffling against the cobblestone as she picks up where she had left off, organizing her station. She's still newly accustomed to this place, and has to bring supplies daily from her home to fill up all of the emptiness in here. She snuck in a few candles that smell like her favorite things- pumpkin, honey, cinnamon. She wanted a little piece of home with her.

Calum's gaze follows her as she moves around her room, his powerful eyes are hard to avoid, constantly drilling into her. She can feel it, he gets under her skin but says nothing of the matter, just observes her actions. Is he judging her? Or is this a normal thing for him to do?

"You look far more different from your usual appearance, your highness." She wears a sheepish grin, picking up a stack of her journals where she draws or studies in them.

"Does it surprise you that I don't walk around in such tight, uncomfortable clothes every waking second of the day?"

And dare Alice say this, but she thinks that was a joke.

Her grin curves up and she shakes her head, pulling a journal out of the stack after putting them away, grabbing a pen as she flips to a blank page and absentmindedly sketches out Calum lying on her cot, his hair a mess, shirt half untucked, crown barely on his head at this point.

She finds herself wondering why people who work here find him rude and claim him as a disrespectful heir of his mother and father. They say he's the lesser sibling, and that he lives in Mali's shadow. But he seems decent to Alice.

"Can't stand those damn clothes," He notices how she's amused. Studies her once more. Then speaks curtly, "Did you put the vase back together?"

And now she's back to being annoyed at the mention of her stupid repercussions. The expensive vase practically burns through the drawer it's stuck in.

"I haven't had the time to, I'm still learning more and more about life here in the castle, your highness." She lies. Because she spends half the day here just talking to Luke and rarely does much. But it seems to convince him, though his eyes lack any amusement he once had swimming within them.

"Is it different from beyond the walls?" He seems so naive, so curious. As if no one's ever told him about how they live outside of here.

Luke's voice rings through her head. Penelope said he rarely speaks, says he's never said more than a word or two to her.

Maybe he never had anyone to ask.

Alice smiles, "To put it simply, my house is the size of this study alone."

He takes a close glance of the space, and furrows his eyebrows when he realizes how small it is.

"Is it just as quiet? What do you do for fun? Where do you go?" He sits up despite the pain in his side, allowing Alice the room to slip beside him. Their knees brush and she apologizes under her breath. His eyes only cross over hers for answers.

He's never been let out into their kingdom, he's never seen what they rule, never saw the alleys the poor peasants are living in. He has no idea of the riots and protests going on. How people are striving to have food on their plates each night. He can't hear the way people speak of him, of his family, how crude some insults can be.

"It's busy most days. My nanny and I head to the marketplace for clothes and such during free time, or the theater."

Her eyes flicker to his, gaining the courage to look him dead in the eyes, now face to face, side to side, she can see every detail in his flawless face. The slight golden specks in his bold eyes. The full redness to his lips. The stray curls that wisp across his forehead, under the divine crown.

"My mother says there's a lovely theater. Won't let me go, though." He mutters, his palms smooth over his slacks. The faint twinge of sadness laced in his features. "I'm not allowed past the castle walls. They say it's too dangerous for me to go out there."

"It's far different from here." She agrees with the queen entirely. Calum shouldn't be so compelled to see the lack of prosperity and wealth in their villages. How few wealthy families exist, how many poor ones do. The ever-growing peasant population is skyrocketing.

"Perhaps I'm sick of the same marble floors. The same meals each day. The same crown upon my head." He takes his prized piece of jewelry off of his head as he speaks. He gives a grimace and scoffs, "Things here grow tiring after years of the same bloody routine."

His gaze is hooded, burning down at the crown in his hands, a look of disgust crosses over his face as he studies the intricate designs molded into it, the jewels on it for even more decor than what's necessary. Alice gnaws on her bottom lip, unsure of what to say to that. He doesn't like it here? He wants to leave? Is she hearing him correctly?

"Sorry if I sound desperate, I never get to talk to anyone here." His lips purse, "Only my parents and tutors."

Her heart sinks, and ironically, she pities the prince, the boy who has everything at the palm of his hand. She hears him suck in a sharp breath and glances over to see him debating on what to say next, lips pursed.

She wants to ask him why he doesn't talk to anyone. But the answer seems so obvious the next second that she finds herself a bit silly for wondering. Everyone is scared of him, they don't treat him like someone who they're allowed to talk to. All the other workers are too focused on doing their jobs perfectly to even begin a conversation with the prince.

She smiles down at her feet that swing on the cot, her hair falls over her face in messy strands.

"If you need help with growing accustomed to anything here, I can show you around- if you'd like?"

His voice goes from casual to apprehensive in mere seconds. Worried that his offer isn't what she wants. He's well aware of people's opinions on him, and thus his natural aura of bitterness results. But Alice is special, she has a different mindset. Sure, she tiptoes around him from time to time but the look of dread has vanished from when he first entered the room. That's a plus, right?

His offer has a smile curling on her delicate lips.

"Right now?"

He glances at the clock on the wall, he has an hour and a half window before his lessons for the day begin.

"No better time than the present." He stands, the pain in his ribs isn't unbearable anymore but it's still present. "There's many places here that even the most knowledgeable of workers who have stayed here for years have yet to find."

"I suppose you hide them from us, hm?" She teases, following him as she blows out her candles and puts her journal away, the half finished drawing of Calum she had begun now abandoned for the time-being.

He gives her a knowing look, practically answering the question within itself.

"I like to keep as much privacy as possible." He explains, opening the door to the hallway as they leave her study. "Everybody's breathing down my neck nowadays, I hardly get alone time anymore."

"My home is the same way." She feels oddly calm while spilling this personal information to him. Does he even care? She can't tell. "Part of the reason I wanted this job so badly is to get away from them throwing their problems onto me."

"Try having your father drop an entire kingdom in your hands, and telling you you'll be ruling it in a few years." He speaks under his breath, since they're passing all the other nurses now. Their eyes linger on the couple brushing by, and send Alice confused stares. Some seem worried for her. Others unbothered. There's a sea of mixed emotions in the crowd and all she can focus on is the way Luke sends her a look of pure fear when he sees the situation she's in. How she's marching alongside a determined, austere Calum.

Once they've entered a barren corridor she continues the conversation.

"You've got me beat with that one, your highness."

"You may call me Calum, if you'd like." He presses his lips together, to stop them from curling into a smile. Her eyes catch the way his meet the ceiling to avoid hers.

"I don't think I'm in the proper position to address you as-"

"I'd like you to call me Calum, Alice." He tenses his shoulders, "I let many of my aquaintances here call me so, as long as they only say it in private. If others hear it, they'll start thinking it's a free-for-all."

"Okay," She breathes out, "Calum."

It sounds bizarre to keep his name at just that, but he gives her the closest thing to a grin when she says his first name. He has his hands clasped behind his back as they walk down an empty corridor, in no rush, and an almost graceful skip to his step.

"Have you been in every room in this castle?" She asks, because there's got to be hundreds to choose from, with doors everywhere in every hall. She has only seen a handful of rooms and she's already overwhelmed.

"Of course," He laughs, "There's very little for me to do here, so I wander a lot."

"I would like to see your favorite rooms, out of the thousands in here." She grins, gesturing to the vast corridor ahead of them, his lips tweak up and fall the second he senses the feeling. They have a few spectators, a bustle of maids that scurry by with shifty glances.

"To the library, then," He leads the way, his dress shoes echo with each step down the hall, her own heels click behind him as they both stay quiet.

"Here." He says. Both hands unclasp so he can grab the door handle of the double-doored entrance. The dark mahogany door creaks as he opens it, who knows how old this room is, because once you're inside it's dimly lit, the curtains are drawn shut and prevents any sunlight from outside from entering, there's a whopping two floors, with a high, endless ceiling. A maze of library books on the bottom floor, whilst every corner of the room has a spiral staircase to lead it's way up to the next floor. Ladders along the sides of the walls to reach high books, she catches a glimpse at desks scattered here and there, for those who want to read in silence.

"This place is amazing." She walks into the center of the room, slowly taking it all in with an astonished look. Her blonde hair falls over her face and she brushes it back to study every shelf and row. The library back in town barely has thirty books and this seems to hold thirty thousand.

"You can take whichever books you'd like." He joins her in the center. "For studies, and whatnot."

"Really?" She feels honored at the opportunity, since not many people in her village can read at such a scholarly level, most knowing the basics, others didn't bother with learning, she is jumping up and down in her figurative seat at the idea of reading something new and exciting.

"Sure." He shrugs, "Not like anyone will exactly notice if a few go missing."

"I love it here." She strolls to the nearest shelf that catches her eye, a little etched in plate along the side that says 'Classic Literature' in scripture, she skims the titles and pulls out Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. Her mother loved reading it to her, she also felt as though she was named after her, it suits her well.

"Do you not have a room like this?" He asks.

She gives a sad, forced smile. "Not quite."

"I. . ." He trails off in his own mind, gathering his thoughts with a furrowed brow. "I could give you some of my favorites, and you can keep them in your village."

Her hands holding the novel clutch it to her chest, a giddy feeling, one she hasn't felt since she was a kid, bubbles up inside of her.

"That would be fantastic," Her eyes lock with his, "Calum."

He's gnawing on his bottom lip to hide his own excitement, too. He gravitates towards one of the desks that's stacked miles high with books. He picks up one on top.

"No one really enjoys the books I like," He holds it out, sheepishly, the title on display.

Frankenstein.

Her eyes light up, remembering the title to that of the same book in her local store. She takes it with a reminiscent look crossing her face.

Her thumb runs over the corner of the binding, the story itself has her heart tugging at the seams. No wonder Calum, the enigma of a prince, enjoys a story so dismal and tragic.

"If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear." She quotes, "It's one of my favorites."

He seems delighted to hear her speak so eloquently, so naturally. As if he didn't just feel the words jab through his chest and twist like a jagged knife. The way she stares at him, like she can see the reason towards why he's picked up the classic many times, has him turning around to avoid the questioning he could sense building.

"It's a great book." He mutters, suddenly feeling his chest grow tight and his skin prickle with goosebumps. He holds back on saying how it's one of the few things that makes him smile every now and then.

"Beware for I am fearless, and-"

"Therefore powerful." He finishes, lips curling up as he fights with the ludicrous emotions swirling around him, fogging up his once focused mind. She's already pulling him in too deep.

"You must relate to this, yeah?" She means it kindly, almost too scared to see how he'll react after the words fall from her lips.

"The people," He mumbles, eyes drifting to the floor, "They don't like me, I can tell."

"You don't know th-"

"But I do." He spits a bit too fast. A seething tone in his voice, "They merely gawk at me when I walk into the room, they flinch when I go to shake their hand, they treat me like I'm some... monster."

"They see you for your wealth and power." She explains, "They're intimidated by it."

He finds himself lingering closer to her, his bottom lip rakes between his teeth as he tries to assess how she can read him like the back of her hand, along with everyone else. Was she only saying that because that's how she is with him, too?

"You may be the smartest girl I've ever met." He whispers in one breath.

She grins, boasting in her pride. "Thank you."

Maybe she likes the prince now, just a little bit.

A/N: talk to me about this chapter in my ask!! what are your thoughts so far?

[lavenderprose]

Hello! I was wondering if you have anymore cisflip ficlets/headcanons in mind? Your writing is amazing and I still go back to read Firebird all the time!

AHH! I’m glad you like it so much!

Here’s part of something that might become bigger or might stand alone, the working title of which is “U-Haul: Moving Made Gayer”

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In another world, in another time, Yuri Katsukiperhaps would have had a very different reaction to Viktoria Nikiforovastanding in front of her bedroom door, asking to have a sleepover. Viktoria isthe twenty-seven-year-old reigning figure skating champion for half a decade andshe’s wearing a designer camisole over a pair of silk sleeping shorts, but she’salso wearing poodle slippers that Yuuri is pretty sure you can buy online fortwelve dollars. Her make-up is gone and her face has lost some of its angles,some of its allure, but she smells like vanilla and there is a faint sheen ofwhat must be lipbalm on her mouth. She is a grown woman, graceful and refined,but there is something childlike about her standing there, clutching her pillowwith Makkachin at her feet.

Yuri Katsuki might have turned her down,because she’s intimidating. She represents everything Yuri wants to be andmight not ever achieve.

But Yuri is also a woman who loves woman, andshe loves Viktoria—she has for halfher life—and something about Viktoria, underneath that charm and lipstick andheight, feels a little broken. Feels a little bit like it needs the kind of careand reassurance that can only come from another woman, even just a friend.Perhaps especially a friend.

So she looks Viktoria up and down for amoment, from hair in a French plait against the side of her head to the eyes ofthe poodle slippers, then opens the door to her room.

“Alright,” she whispers then, standing back tolet Viktoria come in. She’s still a little nervous about this whole thing, andmaybe a little afraid of Viktoria in a way. But there is a fullness in herheart that can only be happiness, andshe knows herself well enough to understand that she wants Viktoria close to her.“It’s not very big, but—”

“That’s alright!” Viktoria, almostpathologically cheerful, slips past Yuri in a furtive movement like she’safraid Yuri will change her mind and slam the door in her face instead. Once inside,she drops her pillow onto the floor and sits down, folding her legs underherself and plopping onto the floor in one seamless movement. She glances aroundat the freshly-bare walls. The room feels at once bigger and smaller with theabsence of the posters now living underneath Yuri’s bed.

“You’re not going to sleep on the floor,”says Yuri, whose mother would personally set her adrift in the Sea of Japan ifshe thought Yuri was letting guests sleep on the floor. “I’ll get you a futon.Or you can sleep on my bed—”

“Alright,” Viktoria agrees, slightly tooeasily, and hurls her pillow atop the mattress.

“Okay,” Yuri says, nodding to herself. “Alright,good, I’m gonna—” she makes to open the door, but she grabs for the handleblind because Viktoria is rising now, more or less the same way she sat down,all of her limbs unfolding at once. Yuri’s fingers brush the doorjamb and notmuch else.

“Where are you going?” Viktoria asks,settling herself on the edge of Yuuri’s bed. Her legs are so long. She crossesthem and the toes of her upper leg almost brush the hardwood. It’s an elegantmovement that makes Yuri want to physically erupt.

“To get a futon,” says Yuri, gesturing ineffectuallyat the floor.

“For me?”

“For me,”says Yuri, still pawing around for the door handle. It has, apparently,migrated from the spot it has been occupying for twenty-three years, and Yurican no longer find it. “So that I can sleep—on the—” Her tongue twists in onitself as she watches Viktoria lay down lengthwise on her bed, feet curled up behindher thighs. She’s settled her pillow and head at the opposite end of the bed fromwhere Yuri typically does. “Fluh. Flurr. Floor.”

“Why?” Viktoria asks. “We can share your bed,right? I don’t want to kick you out.” She reaches out and Yuri, for some reasonunknown even to herself, steps away from the door and gives Viktoria her hand. Herfingers are long and slim, strong, and they tighten around Yuuri’s palm andpull her down until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, settled in the regionof Viktoria’s hips. Viktoria Nikiforova is in her bed smelling like vanilla anddesigner fragrance, and Yuuri is wearing a T-shirt she stole from Phichit and apair of Pikachu pajama pants someone gave her in middle school, and a very oldpair of black cotton panties. She hasn’t washed her hair in three days.

This is not how she thought this would go inthose fantasies.

There’s also a dog here. Yuri isn’t surewhere dogs figured in. She always figured there would be one, but probably not watching.

“Are you sure?” Yuri asks, feeling condescendingand needy all at once. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable—”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” Viktoriaseems to genuinely not understand Yuri’s concern, and Yuri thinks it must be a languagebarrier thing, or perhaps a culture clash thing, but even with being aware of itshe isn’t sure how to explain that, usually, two people who have just met don’tshare a tiny single bed unless under the most dire of circumstances.

Not that Yuri hasn’t had fantasies that involvethose circumstances, of course.

There’sa scheduling mistake at the Olympics and Viktoria Nikiforova and I have toshare a single bed in the Olympic village. Oops! Viktoria Nikiforova has broughtonly lingerie to wear. Viktoria Nikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

ViktoriaNikiforova and I somehow-it’s-not-important are trapped in a mountain cabinwhere there is only one bed and we must cuddle to conserve warmth! ViktoriaNikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

ViktoriaNikiforova and I are passengers on one of those old-timey sleeper cars going fromone side of Russia to the other SHUT UP PHICHIT IT’S A FANTASY and we have toshare one of those combination seat-and-bed things and by the time we get offthe train in Vladivostok, Viktoria Nikiforova has asked me to run away withher. Also, Viktoria Nikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

“Because you’re used to sleeping alone?” Yuriventures, and knows even as it’s exiting her mouth that she is fucking up. Assumingthat Viktoria usually sleeps alone, not to mention that even if she does it’s probably not something shewants to be reminded of, is so deeplyfucking tone-deaf that Yuuri briefly thinks she’s going to die right then andthere and some coroner is going to have to put foot obstructed airway leading to suffocation on her death certificate.

Viktoria, though, snorts delicately out ofher nose, leans her chin on hear hand and through a pout says, “That’s nottrue. Makkachin sleeps with me every night.”

Summoned by his name, Makkachin hops onto thebed and curls up behind Viktoria’s knees, where he is much too large to fit.His entire tail and one of his legs is draped across Viktoria’s belly. The bedcreaks alarmingly. It’s as old as Yuri and has never been expected to bear thiskind of weight.

“Oh, of course,” Yuri responds, and hearsherself saying it as though from a distance. Why can’t I be you, she’s busy asking Makkachin in her head, as shewatches him nose underneath Viktoria’s shirt and settle his head on her naval.

Then Viktoria reaches out to wrap a strand ofYuri’s hair around her finger, and Yuri can’t quite bring herself to think anything except some vague, amorphousscream in the back of her head.

“Can I braid your hair?”

Somehow, through sheer and unadulteratedpower of will, Yuri keeps herself from screeching. Instead, she stands up andbows deeply, mostly because she’s forsaken all motor control to the panicrising up within her but also because she feels like she should be thankingsomething, anything, for what is happening to her on this night.

“Yes, of course!” she says, too loudly. “I’llgo get my hairbrush!”

In the bathroom, she crouches down next tothe sink and shrieks into her own knees.

Viktoria does Yuri’s hair up into two tightplaits that each run down one side of her hair and onto her shoulders, thenfalls asleep clutching her pillow in one arm and Makkachin in the other. They don’ttalk very much, because braiding hair apparently takes a great deal of concentration,but Viktoria tells Yuri that she’s happy to be able to braid someone’s hairagain, because her only friend with long hair recently cut it, and her own hairis too short for it to be really satisfying to braid. She also, slow andcareful as she’s tying off the second of the two braids, admits that she doesn’thave a lot of female companionship.

“The other girls are all much younger,” Viktoriatells her, through the pink hairtie in her mouth. “Or have retired, and goneoff to get married and start families. It’s been a long time since I’ve had agirlfriend.”

Yuri doesn’t know what definition of the termgirlfriend Viktoria is using there.She isn’t sure it matters.

What does matter is that, as she’s fallingasleep, Viktoria stirs at the other side of the bed and touches Yuri’s leg.

“Yuri?” Viktoria murmurs.

“Huh?” Yuri asks, feigning drowsiness but infact startlingly, poignantly awake.

“Can we—do you—” Her hand tightens on Yuri’sankle. “Could we cuddle?”

Yuri sits up and looks at Viktoria, who lookschildlike again sitting amongst the flower-patterned sheets on Yuri’s childhoodbed, clutching her dog and a pillow, eyes huge as they try to suck up any lightin the dark room. For a moment, she isn’t five-time-champion ViktoriaNikiforova or even Yuri’s-longtime-crush Viktoria Nikiforova. She is a womanwho needs the love and reassurance that can only come from another woman.

“Yes,” Yuri says, patting the mattress besideherself. “We can cuddle.”

It’s a tight fit, with Yuri clinging to theedge of the mattress and Viktoria smooshed against the wall. The one who getsthe most area is probably Makkachin, sprawls out on his back and refuses to bemoved.

“He’s spoiled,” Viktoria chuckles, pattingthe curls on his belly. “We have such a big bed at home.”

Doyou want someone to share it with, Yuri doesn’tsay.

In the morning, Yuri tells Phichit that sheslept with Viktoria Nikiforova, and Phichit doesn’t even do her the decency of lookingsurprised.

“I mean, not slept with,” Yuri says quickly, overcorrecting because she thinksmaybe Phichit has gone catatonic with that announcement.

“Oh,” he says, now sounding disappointed of all the damned things. “Well,I guess I didn’t expect it to happen thatquickly.”

“Thatquickly?” Yuri demands. “What do you mean, thatquickly.”

“Yuri,” Phichit sighs, and Yuri sees him leanhis head on his hand. “I love you very much. But I know you as a person.”

“Are you saying I’m easy?”

“No, and I’m insulted that you would thinkthat’s what I was saying.” Phichit frowns at her, betrayed. “I’m just worriedabout you, is all, because I know how you feel about her and I’m worried about—aboutwhat that might make you do.”

Yuri thinks about denying it, but Phichit hasknown her for five very formative years of her life.

“I’m not saying it’s bad,” Phichit assuresher, waving a hand. “I’m not, I promise.I think it’s great. And Viktoria Nikiforova might be the kind of person whoneeds someone to love them like that. But I don’t know her, or what she mightdo to your heart.”

“I’ll be careful,” Yuri says, completelyunsure if it’s a promise she can keep—or, in fact, one that she hasn’t alreadybroken.

Phichit makes a face like there’s a lot he wantsto say to that, but in the end he just says, “Alright.”

[accidentally-logince]

New Door

A/N: This was originally going to be a snippet in Deadly Red (it takes places in the Duality Virgil/Deadly Red/Puppeteer Logan universe, but you don’t need to read them to understand it) but I decided it was too long to be what I wanted it to be so here you go because I feel like I need to upload literally anything atm ALSO its tiny Sides; Thomas would be about six years old at this point in the timeline

Warnings: Food mention, blood mention

(If there are any more, PLEASE tell me!)

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Platonic Royality

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"You are not going in there."

I throw my head back and groan. "But Logannnnnnn," I whine.

"No! How are we s'pposed to know where it goes to?" Logan asks, crossing his arms.

"You're telling me," I say, placing my hands on my hips, "that you see a door just poof onto the wall, and you don't wanna go explore?"

"What if you can't get back?" Logan's too-big glasses slip down his nose, and he pushes them back up. "Or what if it's filled with spiders?" he taunts, leaning forward, holding up his hands and waggling his fingers.

That stops me for a second, but I shake my head. "Stop tryna scare me. There wouldn't be a door in Tommy's brain that goes to a room of spiders."

"That's not the point. C'mon, lets go eat, I'm hungry," Logan grumbles, tugging on my arm.

I try to pry his fingers away. "You don't need my help to spread Crofters onto bread. You don't even let me use the knifes."

"That's. Not. The. Point," Logan grunts, trying to pull me toward the stairs. He's not strong enough, though, and falls backward, landing on his butt. He huffs, annoyed, and pushes himself to his feet. "Y'know what? Fine. Go through the stupid door. I can take care of Thomas myself." He stomps down the stairs. "I hope you don't come back!"

He was very emotionally charged for the logical side.

I turn to face the door, staring at the handle. I talked a big game. I really am pretty nervous.... maybe I should just go and eat with Logan. 

"No," I say to myself. "He's just gonna say 'I told you so'. It's just a door. I'm not scared of a door." I reach for the handle, my other hand balling into a fist. I push the door, and it squeaks open. When I peer around it, I expect to see a dark room, but am instead greeted by a spring forest.

"Outside?" I whisper to myself. My eyebrows pull up in confusion. "But... the ground wouldn't be on the second floor..." I glance back out into the hallway. The stairs still go down. I'm not on the ground. This isn't really outside.

I push the door closed slowly behind me, and walk inside further, twigs crunching under my feet. I stare down the path, and breathe in the surprisingly clean air. I let out a giggle when I exhale; something about the air of this room made me feel really light. More than usual, even.

A rabbit runs into the center of the path in front of me, and I stare at for a second with wide eyes. 

"Hello." I say, waving at the rabbit. Its nose twitches once and then it hops away into the trees. "Wait! Wait for me!"

I run after the rabbit, pushing branches and bushes out of my way. "Slow down! Let me come too!" I push past another bush, squeezing my eyes shut as the leaves press against my face. When I come out the other side, I find myself in a large clearing.

"Where'd you go, bunny?" I whisper, looking around. The rabbit was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it went into a rabbit hole. I walk along, staring at the ground, hoping to find a hole. "Bunny! Bunny, where are you?"

A twig snaps behind me, and I whirl around. The rabbit sits in front of me, its nose still twitching. "I found you!"

The rabbit turns tail and runs away. "Aww, not again!" I pump my arms, trying to keep up with the rabbit. It darts down a hill, and I turn to follow it. "Almost got you," I grunt, sticking out my tongue. Suddenly, my foot catches on a rabbit hole, and the next thing I know, I'm tumbling down the hill.

"Ack! Ow! Owwww!" I fall to the bottom, laying in a heap, curled in a ball. Sobs shake my shoulders, and I lean down to poke at my knee, where the skin has all scraped off on the dirt, and a pebble is stuck in a gash that bleeds down to my foot. "Logan! L-Logan help!" It was akin to a child calling for their mother. I hug my legs to my chest, my tears falling into the bloody river pooling toward my feet. I bury my head between my knees, the exposed skin burning as I shake and cry into my legs.

"Are you okay?" I sniff and lift my head, my face covered in snot and tears. In front of me is a boy, around my age. He's wearing a white shirt, with a red sash running across his chest. A little circular crown sits on top of his head. "Did it hurt when you fell?"

I stare at him blankly for a second. Was he flirting? That's what that is, right? "I'm not an angel. Logan says I'm not 'elegant' enough." 

The boy's face screws up, and he starts to giggle. "No, no. That was the one time I wasn't trying to use a pickup line." He composes himself, and he gives me a little smile. "I meant the hill. That looked like it was a long way down."

"Oh. Oh! U-um, yeah. I scraped my knee." 

The boy leans over my shoulder, looking at my leg. "That doesn't look good," he says, his eyebrows pulling up. He reaches his hand out. "Come with me, I can help you."

Hesitantly, I grab his hand, and he helps to pull me up. Unlike Logan, he's strong enough that I don't really need to put a lot of pressure on my leg to stand up, and then he hoists my arm over his shoulder. "Lift your leg up, and I can walk for you." 

I bring my leg up, wincing when I bend it. "Ouch," I mutter. Tears spring into my eyes again, and I blink them away. The boy holds my hand to keep my arm around his neck, and I hop along as he walks. It's only when we start to move that I notice the little red cape flowing from his back.

"I'm Roman," he says suddenly. "I'd shake your hand, but my arms are kind of busy at the moment."

"I'm Patton," I respond, my eyes drifting up to the top of his head, at the crown. A red gem pokes out of the front, and three dull spires come out of the top. "Are you a prince?" I ask in awe. 

"Why, yes! This is my kingdom!" The formality of his words don't fit his high voice.

"Where are we going? Are we going to a castle?"

Roman's eyebrows pull up, and his eyes drift to the ground. "No, I had somewhere else in mind." He shakes his head a bit, and the smile returns to his face. "Don't worry. You're going to love it!"

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We hobble our way up a slope, the forest around us growing thinner as we moved forward. When we stop, we're at the edge of a cliff. But not one of those craggy, rock covered, oh-no-I'm-gonna-fall-a-thousand-feet-to-my-death cliffs. Low leaves hang over the edge of the hill, and flowers dot the grass around us. 

"Sit here."

Roman pulls my arm off of his shoulder, grabbing my other hand and helping me kneel. The grass is soft under my skin, and I find myself running my hands through it, giggling. "Look," Roman says, pointing out over the edge. On the horizon, a castle sits between two tall trees. The setting sun makes the edges of the castle shine, and the inside is a dark silhouette, contrasted against the pink and orange sky. 

"Woah," I say. "This is so pretty! You live here?" I spring to my feet, my eyes widening as the sun dips lower in the sky.

"That leg seems better," Roman says.

I look down, where the scrape on my leg is gone. I bring my hand down and prod at the skin. It stays closed. There's no trace of blood.

"How'd you do that?" I ask, twisting my leg. I look back at Roman, who has a smirk on his face.

"In my kingdom, I can make whatever I want," he says, standing up, and looking out over the edge with me. "All the forests, and the way the sky turns purple when he sun goes away... I did that. I made my kingdom, just the way I like it."

"I wish I could do that." I crouch down, sitting in the soft grass again. I pick a flower, twirling it in my fingers. The petals lift up as the wind catches them from below. "Are you the only one here?"

Roman looks down, down to the bottom of the cliff's edge. "Yeah. That's why I don't really like to be in the castle. Castles are meant to share. With people you love. But it's really lonely with just me."

"Well... why don't you make it smaller? To fit just you?" I suggest. "And then you could make houses. Villages! With people to share your big forests with you? And you can be the Prince of all of it."

Roman's lips curl into a small smile. "Maybe I'll do just that. But I don't think I'm that powerful yet."

I tap my chin, biting at the inside of my lip. "Oh! You could come and be with me and Logan! Our house is small enough that you won't feel alone, and then we could see each other! Every day! And it's not really far from your room!"

"My... room?"

"Yeah! Your room," I say, nodding. "Me and Logan have our own rooms too. All Sides do. They're like our own personal kingdoms. But me and Logan's are a bunch smaller."

"What are Sides?" Roman asks. He sits down next to me, his cape falling gently over his legs. 

"Us. Me and Logan and you. We're the people that help Tommy to make decisions, and work on things. I'm like the emotions, and Logan is the smarts."

"So... if I'm a Side, then what would I be?" Roman asks, cocking his head.

"Well sometimes it takes a little bit until we figure it out. But that doesn't mean you're not important. Just because someone doesn't have a label doesn't mean they don't matter. Without you, then Tommy wouldn't be Tommy." I smile, and lean my head down onto Roman's shoulder, yawning. "And I bet if we go to Logan, he can help us figure it out. He's really smart."

The sun has finally made its way below the horizon, and the moon is high in the sky, bright enough that there's a soft blue glow illuminating the fields below us. The sky is purple, just like Roman said, and I stare up at it, drinking in the relaxing feeling that Roman's room gives me.

"I really like your kingdom, Roman."

I feel his shoulders fall, as if relaxing his muscles. "I like my kingdom too. But I think I'd like to see yours."

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All those flowers, my dude

First of all thank you for asking, this will be longAlso as this took me almsot two weeks already I took the liberty of leaving some queastions out so I wouldn’t take even longerSince this was answered over a longer time span some questions that are aimed at certain days may be slightly outdated (ed what are u wearing today and such)

Alisons: Sexuality?I’m gay my dudes

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?He/Him, male

Amaryllis: Birthday?My Birthday is in June

Anemone: Favorite flower?This is gonna sound lame as fuck but I rly like roses, red ones in particular

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?I can’t choose but here are some favorites:

Peaky Blinders, I’ve watched this one so often,,, Cillian Murphy was what got me into it and I stayed for beautiful scenes and atmosphere and the gang drama

Gotham, Let’s be honest, the best thing abt dc are their villains (also suuuuper into Robin Lord Taylor as Oswald)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine and The Office, i like these because they are easy, nice and satisfy my need to have something running in the background while I’m at home. (Also insanely sweet in the case of BB9)

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?One I still remember strongly is from two boys kissing “you should all live to meet your future selves”

Also many of the poems by keaton st james deeply resonate with me so check those out (most are religious-ish just in case that’s a no no for you)

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?I gotta be boring and say water

I like hot chocolate and a special kind of peach tea and some soda I drank in brazil but water,, yeah I drink that most,, love hydration

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Nope

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?I am, right now, at this very moment

Baneberries: Favorite song?I can’t give you an all time favorite so here’s a random favorite I currently like listening to: Sedated by Hozier

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.My family is not very big and actually hasn’t been a family for a very long time. Namely it’s my dad, my sister, my grandparents, my dads wife, her son, our dog and I. I have never experienced family in my youth so sometimes when I’m with them it’s all very odd. And sometimes it’s stressful. But it’s the first time I actually miss family when I’m alone at home, far away. I speak about my father and my grandparents further below but my sister is very sweet and I’m pretty protective of her, she and I get along a lot better now than before which is a common trait as ull see later.

We often take care of things, and are probably the most planning of the family. My dad’s wife is very good to talk to, having a very different perspective from my own and will always offer up advice. Her son is currently in pirperty and more interested in playing fortnite than anything which makes for some explosiveness at home. Our dog is cute and perfect that’s it.

Begonia: Favorite color?I like blue tones, but a dark, rusy kind of red is cool too

Bellflower: Favorite animal?Dogs Dogs Dogs. By far my favorite animal, they fill my heart with joy. Next up, Giraffes, funny big boys

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?Morning I think, I definitely work best early.

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?I actually never really had a dream job as a child. Not that I remember at least.

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?While I generally ain’t a big fan, like I’m someone very based on conversations so obviously that’s hard w kids. I am growing more to them. I’m far from wanting one but I think children are special in their.. Like innocence. They are beyond all the bitterness and hatred that we adults have. If only parents would be better lmao

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?I’m afraid of many things. Change for example. And failure. I think that might be because being perfect was important when I grew up and whatever I did it was never enough to my mother especially. Perhaps that has become so deep rooted that I tell myself I can not fail, which makes me very nervous and makes me worry too much.

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.I spend lots of time on building sites and in hardware stores because my grandparents have houses and my parents often would work there too.

Buttercup: Relationship Status?Single

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?God I don’t know, I think it’s probably when I’m with someone I care about and it’s easy and light and fun and I feel comfortable and they tell me that they like being around me, or that I made them happy with something.

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?Nope,wanted to have some but money and shit

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  I have my ears pierced, but it’s the earlobes so the most basic thing

California Poppy: Height?  I insist on 1,70 at least, I will not accept being under that.

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?In a way, yeah

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?My new boots, black pants, winter coat, black jacket, a blue button up and a lord of the rings shirt underneath. Obviously underwear

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?When I was a child for sure

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?A person from school, who’s also in fashion design, but a few years above me that I got to know bc of cosplay.

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?My Ex

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?God idk, I like oldish looking ones, elegant ‘n stuff

Columbine: Are you tired?Nah, actually not rn

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?Sam visiting me in March

Coneflower: Dream job?I’m not sure, definitely something w sewing but idk if I wanna go theater or my own things

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?Introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?Yeh

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?Very very far

I’d say I’m pretty damn loyal and also give myself up easily even without noticing. If someone has my love and my loyalty they have my everything basically. Would I commit a terrible crime? I don’t know. Would I be real mean to someone or punch them? Yeah, if it’s reasonable w the situation I would (would it be affective? Not sure)

Give myself up? If we’re thinking real dramatic..maybe yeah

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?Gemini

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?Funny or stupid things? MaybeOtherwise honourable stuff, i don’t think so, i don’t view my actions like that.

I mean I survived, that’s pretty cool

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?Above mentioned survival. Which includes making it out of my mother and her boyfriends abusive grip and household. Moving away. Being true to myself. Dragging myself out of the hole I had fallen in for a while. Getting close w my dad and family. Believing more in myself and stopping things that are not good for me. Getting an apprenticeship that I like. Moving forward in life

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?If it’d be my dad I’d sit down with him and ask him why exactly. I have had a relationship before in which I did not see how badly I was treated/ that I basically searched someone like my mother. So I’d listen, perhaps to prevent from making the same mistake again. If it turns out it’s nothing reasonable I think I’d tell him that I will pursue the relationship anyway and ask him to respect that and be as nice as possible to my partner.

If it’d be my mother.. No surprise she doesn’t even like me and honestly I wouldn’t give a shit.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?Did I say it? Not sure but written it in a letter, it was Sam

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?If my grades speak for themselves it’d be my apprenticeship, or like idk working hard about something I enjoy. I take this very seriously and give it everything I can. I’ve been told I’m good at talking, not sure if that’s true

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?I’m envious. It’s not that far that I am not happy for people, I think i generally have it under control but sometimes it gets the best of me and fills my stomach with nasty emotions.

Also saying stop. I do a lot for people, and I’ve been prone to letting people use and step on me for too long xnot standing up for myself

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?The past month was actually absolutely terrible so not much to find here.Uhm..the bad thing that happened got our family closerI spend Christmas and new years w my familyI got amazing gifts and letters from my friends

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?Stressful. I worked on my semester project and I feel like hardly anything worked

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?I’m moving towards a happy place. But I’m definitely doing a lot better already

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?Finish my apprenticeship, surgery, be able to make my own money so I don’t have to rely on my dad so much (he does enough for me already) and so I can get more distance between my mother and I

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?In no particular order

1. Dogs, god whenever I see a dog I’m happy because they are so cute and loyal,,,,,,,

2. probably everyone and their dog says this but my friends, honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without them. They helped me through terrible times in my life, are a constant source of love and joy to me.

3. my family. Since I didn’t have that for a long time I cherish it even more now that I do. It’s amazing to have a family that supports you behind you. I’m super grateful for everything they’ve done for me

4. the possibility to do the apprenticeship that I want to. it’s not always easy,,,I lack the money lmao but I’m so grateful that I can do this, because it makes me feel like I’m actually worth something in the working,adult world. I’m good at this

5. music. I listen to it so often, I can’t imagine not having music

6. sunshine, there’s something wonderful about going outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, when it’s spring and winter has just gone by and you just have to smile because everything is bright and you’re surrounded by light

7. myself. Listen I dislike myself as much as the next guy but I’m working on appreciating myself and I am insanely proud of myself for coming as far as I have come. I don’t let myself feel it very often but having myself, it’s a good thing. I know my younger self would be very happy knowing that I did all those things for us.

8. something that makes me happy is creating, might it be art, or sewing or writing, anything really. It’s a pain in the ass and frustrating at times but I love looking at something knowing I did this, finishing it. And then looking back at it later and seeing how far I’ve come again

9. playing video games. It’s just fun to lose yourself in a story sometimes.

10. Christmas Markets. I don’t like Christmas itself. But I love the Markets, it’s the atmosphere of it. The food smells amazing and there are all those lights and there are kids with actual shining eyes because they see Christmas so magical and they are in awe by all the lights and honestly I feel the same awe sometimes when I’m on those Markets

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?  Hardly anything lmao. Listening to music. Distracting myself with either talking to someone or playing/watching something. Tho that often makes me feel guilty on the long run. What helps if stress is overwhelming me is writing down what it is that is stressing, like making a list and trying to untangle the mess, looking at what I have to do one by one

Hellebore: How do you show affection?Since I’m A  big fan of honesty I usually just say it. I like to tell people when I get some emotion. Like just telling them that I appreciate them. I think it’s nice to just be told that sometimes. Besides that I do things, like I’ll send anon messages or offer help just assisting somehow. Like not always outright having them know it’s me,like affection from afar. And well I’m helpful when I care abt someone especially, like “I can do this for you”

And being super openIt’s not alway clever as experience has shown but to me offering up things about myself means trust means affection in a way. Like giving a part of myself to someone. lmao

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?Making it to this point, I wasn’t in a very good state just a bit ago. But with the help of my friends and family I made it out of it. I have an apprenticeship I enjoy, I have my own flat, I have something to stand up for again. I can appreciate myself some more. I was able to see toxic relationships i was in and get away from them and not let myself be guilted but seeing them for what they are and acknowledging that while I am not a saint it doesn’t mean that I have to accept any treatment. I stood up to my mother, even if just a bit that was a huge step for me.

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?I barely had  any of it recently so I can very much put what I want to do. Which would be drawing. I haven’t done that properly in so long and I miss it. Like both sketching stuff on paper but mostly full pictures, sketching, lining and colouring somethin. Having a full art piece at the end. Also Play Games. And talk to my friends. Haven’t had a nice hour long convo with Nina or Charlotte or Sam in ages and I hate that.

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?That’d be Charlotte and Nina

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?I would hide away in my room and imagine. Invent stories, characters, anything to distract me from how unhappy I was. I would act them out in my head when I laid in bed so I could sleep.

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?I did not treat someone that I care about very well a few years ago, I didn’t give them the honesty they deserve. I was an asshole. Even if we spoke about it, I still feel very bad about it.

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?Indulging. When I have things to do but take a break I always feel super guilty for not doing anything.

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?It seems it comes from the Roman name Julianus, and was the name of a pangan Roman Emperor as well as a name of saints. Sometimes meaning youthful which fits because I look like a baby

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.I grew up in a big city in Germany. Very busy City with high buildings and no time. I lived in a flat when I was very young, a room with big windows where I’d sit and look out ot. Then we moved into the house my dad still lives in. Where houses were built in rows and more people knew each other, I’d walk home and pretend to not see them as to not have to speak to them.

Then I moved in a beautiful flat in a more busy part of the city, with a bookstore in the same building and a supermarket right down the street. My hometown is best described in the colour grey. I dont think it very pretty if I’m honest.Still its full of memories and not half as bad

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?Talking about the one in the house. Light peach coloured walls. Small but with big windows to look out of. An old wooden bed in front of one Window, and even older Closet next to the door, already so old that it had been ancient when my dad had been young. A desk in one corner at the other side of the room, above it shelves filled with books, little trinkets on the windowsills. Cabinets filled with paper full of secrets. Posters on the Walls and a round mirror that I hated looking into when I was young.

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  God no. I have repressed most of my younger years. My teenage years were filled with confusion and self doubt. I was a mess, I hated myself, not knowing who I was. And then knowing but being shamed for it, hiding away and keeping my head low to survive. Pushing myself to the limits and clinging to the thought that I could escape at age 18

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.My Mother and I are not on good terms. I’ve spend countless of years desperately attempting to please her, hoping for love or anything close to it. I was constantly let down by her. My mother is someone that I fear I’ll never understand, adapting to the men that she is with. Claiming to have reached compassion and selflessness while being the opposite. Acts childish and has never accepted or supported me. Now attempts to lure in my sister whom I fear for as she’s always wanted my mother to love her. I have estranged from her very much and currently I am happy seeing her as less as possible.

Onions: Tell about your dad.  I remember my father as a very autocratic person in my youth. He’d always work and would only be home to cast judgement. We did not get along well, and my mother, like grima wormtongue, had influenced me further into seeing him as a terrible person. Now I see him very differently. In fact I am similar to my father. Hard working, well spoken and crafty. We share a similar humor and I am very thankful for his support over the last year. To me my father is a very good example of how sometimes people can actually change, sometimes second chances will not disappoint you. My father cares very much about our family and I am happy to have gotten close to him again.

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.I won’t lose many words about my mother’s parents as there isn’t much to say about them.My mothers father was always sick, more often because he believed he was. The years before he died it had only gotten worse. My Grandmother was never really happy in that relationship, something I believe she handed down to my mother.

My fathers parentsWell, when I was young it was difficult, they aren’t exactly children people, despite trying. I especially had my difficulties with my grandmother, who was work above everything and wanted everything to be perfect.I remember her always fixing my clothing. Countless of instances of her and my dad arguing.

When I got older we had barely any contract until I had my coming out to my dad, who told my grandparents. Much to my surprise and I still respect that so much, they were immediately supportive and accepting, perhaps even more than anyone else from my family.

In the last year we grew closer. They helped me with my flat and would come over to set up a few things. I took them to a restaurant that my grandfather would always talk about whenever we talked, happily.

My grandmother and I had phone calls at least once a week, she was also the most interested in my apprenticeship, always curious, sending me old magazines and ideas she had. As well as button ups and shirts she had bought for me or old ones from my grandfather.She offered me support when we talked, told me they’d do anything they could

When my sister and I were getting clothing for my grandpa, as he was saying with us, I found a book on my grandmother’s bedside table.It was an educational oneIn it was also an article she had cut out of a newspaper, the title saying how the support of the family is the most important thing to lgbt children.

I miss my grandmother

Peony: What was your first job?I worked a summer at my mothers workplace. Cleaning watches and watch straps, replacing small things on the straps

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?We met 2014 on a cosplay convention in the city I grew up in. We met on the first day of that, where we all hung out in a group and then he and Charlotte spend the next day w us as well.

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?I bottle it up, focus on something that keeps me busy. Sometimes other people’s pain or doing things for them. Distraction from thoughts really. I’m best when I’m busy

Pink: Where is home?If you’d asked me a couple of months ago my answer would’ve been easy and quick. But now phew, I mean I call my place home as in “I’m going home” and I call my dads place home as in “I was home over the holidays”

But I’m not sure, not really

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?I could go endlessly both about important historical events and tragedies as well as personal mishaps and bad choices. But eventually I actually think this is too big of a question to answer like this. I’m generally better in speech than word when it comes to things like that

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.Steady. As in a job that I like, that provides me with enough money to survive well. Not to worry about everything. Having Dogs, as that I something I always wanted. Living somewhere in the city (always dreamed of a Fachwerk House but yeah…), with the possibility to visit my friends that I am in good contact in. Living with love and happiness. With a connection to my family still as good as now. Perhaps with someone,,,

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?I love the sound of paper, like books, pages turning, things like that. Also soft rain

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?I’m a Class A represser. So it’d probably be many things centered abt my mother.

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  I want my semester presentation to go well tomorrow. That’s all I care abt rn

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things? It used to be harder in the past but I’ve gotten slightly better at it. I’m still struggling with feeling but it’s a work in progress.

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?My Friends and Family, cheesy I know but over the last year I’ve become more set in that. Once more I noticed how much strength those can give you. And also noticed how important they are to me by the way things that happen hurt me

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?7 hours, couldn’t fall asleep at first but that’s usually my minimum of sleep

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?School. I have a timed, strict schedule thanks to that and it forces me to get up until a certain time in the morning. That helps a lot actually

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?I’m still in an apprenticeship but I enjoy it a lot

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?I have a new pair of shoes that are so beautiful I wish I had the look and body and style to wear them day to day. Also got some cool button ups

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.Look at this and you’ll see first hand https://www.pinterest.de/Gayneral/

I’m sorry I’m bad at desctibing my aesthetic. It’s like, historical stuff, museums, snowey Fachwerk, religious themed things, bee themed things, watches…

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?My semester project is due to two and a half weeks and I’m super nervous about finishing it like boooooy

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?Sadly I’ve been super busy recently so I’ve only been able to read a tiny bit in my holidays, Acht Nacht by Sebastian Fitzek

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?Still in school, doing good, and enjoying it

Still having a good relationship w my father, my sister and that whole family

Still good with my friends, hopefully seeing them more often

(maybe in a relationship pls don’t @ me)

Generally happy, not having to worry too much

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?Thanks to tumblr I do, and I hate it

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.I take my school very seriously. And I have zero tolerance for those in our school that don’t.

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I miss ur Hades Harry and Persephone YN :( what if he was being cute one day and surprises her with new flowers he planted for her? How cute to see the god of the dead blush!!

JAJZJAJAI AW IM SO HAPPY U LIKE MY HADES HARRY IT MAKES MY HEART SWELL ILY SO MUCH SNJSJS

On one particular day, as Harry’s walking around the palace talking with his counsel about new torturing techniques and a missing hellhound (which he’s sure is connected to the handful of missing spirits from the Fields of Asphodel), he passes by the library. The humungous set of obsidian doors are slightly ajar and even though he’s surrounded by a flurry of ghastly servants with papyrus containing population graphs and data tables, Hades manages to peek over their heads to see Y/N inside.

She’s standing in front of a painting her mother had gifted her a couple decades back, depicting the garden from her home back on Olympus. Harry watches with softening eyes as Y/N smooths her fingers over the image, a small frown dipping her pretty lips as her eyelashes shimmer with tears. He feels a splinter of pain prick his heart, sympathy sinking in right after.

He can’t stand seeing his girl sad. Whenever she’s hurting, he feels it with double the strength because he cares so deeply for her, it’s inevitable. Harry may be the god of the dead, but that didn’t make him heartless. It only makes him cold-hearted. And with that being said, Y/N holds one of the rare corners inside it that is full of warmth.

And so he takes it upon himself to help her out of this homesickness that has taken away her smile.

Later that day, Hades finds her lounging in the kitchen with the cooks, taste-testing different ambrosia recipes for the summer equinox party that is coming up soon. And when the staff isn’t watching, Harry catches her sneaking lemon square pastries from the trays besides the oven.

He comes up behind her, leaning against the closest wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest and tilting his head to the side, fighting off an endeared grin. “You’ve eaten so many of those, you’re going to become a lemon square.”

Y/N lets out a surprise yelp, body jolting in panic. The half-eaten treat in her hand falls and she fumbles for it, catching it just as it’s about to hit the marble floor.

She cups it in her hands, checking it for wounds and then pinning Harry with a deadly glare (pun intended). “At least then me and you will have something in common.”

“Oh, yeah?” He pushes off the wall, his powerful stride placing him a few inches from her face. “And what would that be?”

Y/N’s tinted lips tilt up coyly. “Bitterness.”

With that, she pops the last bite of the dessert into her mouth, scrunching her nose up mockingly and pushing past him, heading towards the pitchers of wine.

Harry rolls his eyes, turning on his heel and going after Persephone. He presses up against her backside, pushing her forward over the edge of the mahogany serving table, hands coasting up her outer thighs, lifting her dress up slightly. He rests his palms on her hips, leaning forward and planting sloppy kisses on the shell of her ear. “Y'know what else we’d have in common?”

Y/N slumps her shoulders, annoyance tinging the action, but he can feel her body clenching at his touch. “What?”

Hades sucks softly at her skin, trailing down her neck and back up to her ear. “We’d both be good enough to eat.”

“Gods, you’re stupid,” she grumbles, dipping her finger in the nearest pitcher of wine and tasting it.

“Say whatever you want. We all know you’ve had both in your mouth before.”

Y/N chokes on her index finger, turning around and shoving at his shoulder roughly. Her eyes flit around the room nervously, hoping no one had overheard. Meanwhile, Harry’s having the time of his life, snickering like a child and making sucking noises with his mouth.

“Stop!” She hisses, scowling up at him.

“Last time I heard you say that was last night, after your third orgasm,” Harry shrugs his eyebrows dismissively, reaching over her and tasting a wine brewed in Athens. “Or was it the fourth?”

Y/N’s cheeks and neck flush. “Shut up!”

He just chuckles lowly, pressing his lips to her forehead and hugging her tightly. “I came to tell you I have a surprise for you.”

“Does it include dirty jokes?”

“Possibly.”

“Sometimes I wonder how I fell in love with you.”

A few minutes later, Hades and Persephone are standing within the confines of her garden– the one he’d had built for her ages ago. They’re walking hand-in-hand through the beautiful trails, heading for a patch of land that seems to be freshly turned. Upon close inspection, Y/N sees that the area has been planted with a new species of flower she’s never seen before.

“What’s this?” She drops to her knees in front of the blossoming buds, eyeing them curiously.

“A pretty sight, that’s what.” Harry gives her a lopsided grin, dimples pinching into existence.

“The flowers?”

“No, you on your knees.”

“I swear it on Artemis’ favorite bow, if you don’t shut up…”

“Alright, alright. I planted these earlier today,” Harry kneels down beside her, reaching up to thumb over her cheek affectionately. “Had them brought down from the Garden of Hesperides. They were a pain in the ass to get a hold of but I pulled a few strings. There’s two spots set aside now in Elysium for two people who probably don’t deserve them, but it is what it is.”

Y/N stares up at him in shock, eyes bright with happiness. “You did this for me?”

“Of course. I saw you were feeling a bit homesick and decided to take it upon myself to help out.” He plants a kiss on her head, smiling softly. “Anything for my girl.”

Persephone smiles thankfully at Hades, feeling a thousand times better. “You’re such a romantic, y'know that? Nothing but a big softie.”

Harry tries to push it down– he really does– but the blush invades his cheeks nonetheless, making his entire face simmer under her fond gaze. He fidgets with his fingers, twisting his new ruby ring around his middle finger and avoiding eye contact, reaching up to push his hair from falling into his eyes. “It was nothing.”

“It’s everything.” She goes to hug him, pecking his cheeks, eyelids and nose until he’s laughing, scrunching up his face as his eyes sparkle.

He points to the plant’s petals, beginning to explain its origin. “It’s maroon with purple flecks, and it changes color when exposed to warmth. The gardener said they’d change to a mossy green with sky blue flecks, instead.”

“Yeah?” Y/N stares at him, sounding fascinated.

Harry takes her hands in his larger ones, bringing them together and cupping the elegant flower in between them. As promised, the heat of her skin causes the colors to melt into the new shades, even going as far as to grow a few new petals.

“Goddess of spring has her perks,” he winks, loving the way her smile brightens at the change.

“You should try it!” Persephone exclaims with excitement, turning around in his arms and staring at him with big innocent, expecting eyes.

He shrugs, reaching out towards the plant. “Don’t see why not.”

As soon as Harry’s fingertips caress the velvety petals, the flower stiffens up, the color changing back to its original shades, but even darker than before. It folds into itself, petals drawing upward until it is a closed bud, as if to protect itself. And if Harry isn’t mistaken, the leaves along the stem seem to be shaking, almost as if it’s…shivering.

“I didn’t wanna touch you, anyways.” Harry grumbles, pouting like a child because he can’t help it. He planted the damn thing. If anything, it should be hugging his fingers. “Who knew plants were assholes…”

Meanwhile, Y/N is having a ball, clutching her stomach as loud giggles and snorts shake her body.

Hades’ scowl deepens. “Y'think this is funny?”

“Hell yeah!” She grins widely, trying to calm her laughter. She touches the plant gently and Harry watches in utter disbelief as it slowly opens back up, almost hesitantly. “He doesn’t like that you’re cold.”

“Well, there’s nothing much I can do about that!” Harry snaps at the seedling, furrowing his brows over narrowed eyes. “Kinda comes with the territory. And it’s a ‘he’ now, is it?”

Persephone doesn’t respond but rather skims her index finger over the flower’s leaves. “And he says you smell funny.”

Harry can’t avoid the face he makes– it looks as if he’s just been slapped with Poseidon’s trident (which he has been before and strongly discourages it). He stares daggers at his gift, clenching his jaw. “At least I don’t eat manure.”

Y/N concentrates for second, and then breaks out into more spontaneous laughter. “He says you don’t have to. That you’re naturally full of shit.”

“Hand me that shovel.”

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Kun- Yellow Memories

Group: NCT- Kun

Theme: Natureboy- Fortune Only

“My arrival came late”

“I know I will someday gunna make u wait”

“I need it, I wanna make”

“It’s so far but”

“Fortune only comes to you solely”

“Such a shame ‘cause I’ve been so lonely”

“Take it back to that day when I couldn’t say anything to make everything okay”

“Like before, always needed you to be near me”

“Make it sound so long as you hear me”

“You hear me, I know you hear me”

“One and only, my one and only”

Type: drabble - angst

Plot: After an odd breakup, Kun wants to get back with you but you give him a little taste of his own medicine.

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It was one of those extra cold wintry days. The one where everything seemed to buried beneath a thick layer of snow. The ones where no matter how many layers you wore, you couldn’t get the cold out from under your skin.

Everything just seemed miserable. Christmas trees rotting on driveways, quiet streets, empty hallways. The once bright, gleaming houses now are sitting unadorned and dull. Brand new new-years resolutions made with hope and determination only to be broken a mere few days later.

You stand wearing a large, oversized sweater and knee-length fuzzy socks,  holding your mug of fresh, warm coffee as your breath fogs up the window and blends in with the white scenery. It’s a typical Tuesday, just like any other but something felt off. Something felt… wrong.

Your mind takes you back to your ex-boyfriend. You get flashes of his gummy smile and heartfelt laughter. The familiar smell of his cologne, his feathery kisses, and his gentle touch. You can still feel how he’d always trace your stretch marks as he’d press sweet kisses on your neck. A smile softly appears on your face as you lightly turn your neck to the side, reminiscing him.

Kun. His name always filled you with a warm sensation, like you knew you’d be safe with him. A soft yellow colors your memories of him and it’s always been that way since you first met him last spring. You were in a sunflower field and his head popped up amidst all the flowers. His brown head of hair was full of pollen and he started to sneeze when he stood up. You chuckled to yourself when he started to smile immediately upon seeing your face after watching him sneeze. 

Achoo!

You shake your head as you hear some coffee drops fall on the wooden floorboards. You wipe your nose and set your coffee down on the counter. You grab a towel to wipe away the coffee droplets then you quickly fix yourself your usual heart breakfast.

   Y/N! Hurry up, you’re gunna get late for work! Here I made your oatmeal to-go and oh, don’t forget your banana. Wait, come here, lemme give you a quick kiss before you go.

You replay that old memory as you wait for your oatmeal to cool down. You never bothered to eat breakfast but when you met Kun, that’s when you started to take care of your health. He always made sure that you were working out enough and were drinking enough water to replenish your lost electrolytes. Even after your break-up you still made sure to do all those things. But honestly, you missed him constantly nagging at you, almost like he was your mother and he’d be cackling if he ever heard you admit that. You go to your room to change into your usual work clothes and decide to make your bed for the first time in a while. 

   Stay with me. Don’t go Kun, just stay with me for 5 more minutes. It’s cold baby. Come back.

  Y/N, you know I have to go to work, your 5 minutes from 5 minutes ago is already up. I gotta go get ready and you should too babe.

You stand on the edge of your bed for a while, remembering all the pillow fights that would turn into tickle battles to something else. A smile stretches onto your face but you take a sharp exhale as you leave your bedroom, willing yourself to leave those flashbacks behind.

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You shiver as you quickly rush into the cozy café that is right across your office building. You embrace the warmth as you stand in line to order your usual latte. After picking up your order you find an empty booth and get settled in there. You open the lid of your toasty drink to let it cool down as you turn to face the foggy window, desperately trying to find beauty in the flurry snowfall.

“Y/N”, you hear a breathy voice ask. You turn your head to see Kun’s familiar warm appearance but you smile it off as a part of your imagination and return your gaze at the snow.

“Achoo!” Kun sneezes. You snap your neck back to realize that this wasn’t one of your fuzzy yellow memories.

“Oh, bless you. I’m sorry I didn’t think it was really you. Please take a seat,” you say speedily as you gesture to the vacant seat in front of you.

As he takes a seat, you ask promptly, “Would you like something to drink? I can order your usual if you would like.”

“No, no. It’s alright, it seems that I’ve grown a distaste for coffee these days. Anyways, how have you been? How are you Y/N?” he asks in a mellow tone.

“Oh, I’ve been pretty good actually. I’ve been keeping myself really busy with the new job I got but I’ve been thinking of adopting a kitten to fill the empty space at home. So how have you been?”

“I’ve been busy with family and the holidays. It all went by so quickly but it was very lively,” he lightly chuckles to himself.

“How is your family doing? And did your sister-in-law deliver her baby yet?”

“Oh they’re all good, been busy looking over the newborn.”

“Haha that’s sweet. What’s the baby’s name?”

“Leona. My brother really liked your suggestion so he wanted to name his daughter after it. He said it sounded very elegant and yet peculiar, something that he wants her to grow into.”

“Aww that is really sweet. I feel very honored that he liked my suggestion. And I’m sure little Leona will grow up to be all those things because she has wonderful parents to guide her,” you say with a fond smile.

“Yeah she will. Hey, um there’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest for a long, long time. I’m sorry for that night. I don’t know what I was thinking, leaving you all alone at that party. I’m sorry I just got up and left without a word when you came home. I’m sorry I took away your only chance to greet Leona at the hospital because of an impulsive action I made carelessly. There’s so much I-” Kun blubbers gloomily, looking at his hands.

“Kun please stop. It’s ok. For whatever reason you wanted to leave, you did. And now that’s in the past, it’s already been done. There’s no need apologizing for something you can’t change. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t want to talk about this right now. But here’s how this is gunna go, if you want to come back home then we need to talk about this at a later time. And if you don’t, then you can collect the rest of your things and go. I’ll give you until Sunday night to make up your mind, if you don’t show up then I’ll assume you don’t care,” you explain as you pack your stuff.

Before you grab your latte, you place one hand on the table and one on Kun cheek to bring his face towards yours so you can peck his lips assertively.

“I think you understand what my answer is,” you whisper, slowly retracting your hand away from his face to grab your latte. “Bye,” you say before walking away from the comfort of the café and undeniably, Kun.

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It was a cold and lonely Sunday night and by now you already lost all hope of seeing Kun… until you heard your doorbell ring.

You get up from your couch, letting your TV show run as you go to attend the door. To your surprise, a cold pair of lips warmly greeted yours and icy hands firmly grips your hips. You throw your arms around the greeter’s neck and pull him inside. You pull away from Kun’s lips to whisper breathlessly, “I was beginning to think you really didn’t care.” 

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SasuSaku Month - Day 3: Chemistry || [Fanfic] Omiai

Title: Omiai

Rating: K+/PG

Notes: Today, they’re a bit long. First, I’d like to apologise for the delay, my modem stopped working early this morning and they couldn’t come to change it till a couple of hours ago.

Also, a word regarding Sakura. Though it must seem that she is a bit OOC in here (and maybe in the one before this), it is intentional. I wanted to make her like at the beginning of the manga, when Sakura is demure and charming in front of Sasuke to get his attention while her true feelings are voiced in her mind. Later on, as they get to know each other, you will see that she becomes more relaxed and open with her feelings when they're together. Unfortunately, Sasuke will continue to use a more polite language and be reserved a bit longer, since he's got no reason to be rude or angry with the world here ^^U

I’ve added a small glossary because this time I use a few Japanese words. Maybe you know them, so feel free to skip it :)

Words: 2834

Glossary:

omiai: traditional custom in which a woman and a man are introduced to each other to consider the possibility of marriage. There is a whole ritual behind it.

ryoukan:  a type of traditional Japanese inn usually providing meals as part of the stay. 

tokonoma: a built-in recessed space in a Japanese style reception room, in which items for artistic appreciation are displayed.

*The following three are part of swordmanship but different from each other:

kenjutsu:  the specific aspect of partnered sword training

battoujutsu:  the aspect focused upon the efficient draw of the sword, cutting down one's enemy, and returning the sword to its scabbard.

iaijutsu: Also the Japanese art of drawing the sword. It tends to be technically more complex and focuses on perfecting form.

jujutsu: the art of using indirect force as opposed to direct force. The art's aim is the ability to use an attacker's force against him or her, and counter-attack where they are weakest or least defended.

tsuru: crane.

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OMIAI

The private room of the luxury ryoukan they had booked for the meeting was a Japanese style chamber exquisitely decorated with a low mahogany table, silk cushions and a beautiful scroll displaying a work of calligraphy on the tokonoma. The sunshine entered through the slightly opened sliding door at the back, which overlooked an elegant garden. The rhythmic sound of a bamboo fountain and the occasional murmur of the trees in the afternoon breeze gave the place a very relaxed atmosphere.

Exactly what she needed to remain calm.

Since morning Sakura had been so nervous that she had started to regret having agreed to the omiai. It not only meant meeting an unknown man with the prospect of marriage but also that each of her words and gestures would be scrutinised. A mistake and the reputation of the Haruno family would be torn to pieces. She had heard how a rumour had been the downfall of people in that world of theirs, and just for that reason she would have to behave like the lovely polite girl she had been brought up as. Even if deep inside she was dying to break something or punch the prospective candidate in the face, however handsome he was.

The had just sat down and were admiring the decoration when they heard steps on the corridor and the sliding door decorated with mountains and a river opened again with a soft sound and the other party entered the room accompanied by the go-between, an old friend of her grandmother.

Her eyes immediately fell on the young man who went in last. She had to admit that the real one was much better than the photo. Though she already had an idea, she was surprised to see he was even taller than she thought. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, a white shirt and a red and white thin-stripped tie. He displayed a natural elegance as he lowered himself on the cushion across from her and everybody nodded formally.

'Marry him! Don't be stupid and marry him! Imagine waking up to that hunk every morning! It mus-'

Lowering a bit her eyelids and noticing a faint blush warm her cheeks, she had to shut her loud inner voice to be able to focus on the meeting. Too much was on the line to let a moment of enthusiastic admiration ruin everything.

Right then, their eyes met and she thought she saw a spark of curiosity in his black pupils, probably in answer to the one that she was sure was in hers.

The ryokan's owner entered at that moment followed by a waitress and after some customary and warm words of greeting, she prepared some tea that was served with the utmost care.

After a few more words of courtesy and a bow, they retired, and as the old woman started to introduce them to each other, she side-glanced at him once again. Now she could see why his features seemed a bit feminine; he took after his mother. Uchiha Fugaku had hard sharp features, smaller eyes and his skin was a bit darker than his wife and son's. So, at least in one aspect he was a mama's boy. She tried to hide the small smile that drew across her lips as it was her turn to bow.

.

Her eyes were much more lively than in the photo.

That was the first thing Sasuke thought as he saw them lit, showing all her feelings one after the other. They had even turned a shadow darker, like emeralds, as he sat down opposite her. He felt the need to roll his eyes, too used to similar reactions from the women he had met in the past. She was wearing a cream coloured flowing skirt with small flowers in different shades of pink, a white lace blouse and a dark pink bolero with a black ribbon around the waist and a small bow at the front instead of a button, light clothes that made evident a muscular physique that the kimono had concealed. However, her slightly broad back and her strong arms did not make her less feminine. Her long hair was tied in an intricate braid which fell across her right shoulder, giving her a sweet demeanour.

After the introductions, their parents started a light conversation about their respective areas of expertise, some social events that they would attend and people they discovered were mutual acquaintances. They only answered with short replies to the occasional question directed at them or nodded in acquiescence when referred to. All was going according to an omiai meeting.

“We now should let the young man and lady on their own, don't you think?” the go-between said a few minutes later, as they were enjoying their tea. “The garden is a beautiful place to have a walk in such a nice afternoon...”

They took their cue to stand up and bowing lightly, went to the door, opening it. A light warm breeze passed by the room, bringing in the smells and sounds of the garden. They saw that their shoes, that they had left at the entrance of the building, had been carefully set for them on the steps that led from the porch to a gravel yard with rocks, plants and a bamboo fountain near the back, where there was a small group of water plants and Japanese iris. There was a path of perfectly rounded stones to walk to every corner of the spacious enclosure.

They made their way along it slowly, admiring the decoration in silence. Here and there, a small sparrow hopped near them in search for food. After a few moments, Sakura started to feel uneasy. He was supposed to be the one who spoke first but it seemed that he was not going to bother.

'Damn traditions...'

She stole a glance at him. He had his hands in the pockets of his trousers and was looking upwards at the sky. He gave the impression of being at ease there, without saying a word, but unfortunately, that was not how an omiai worked.

She remembered the photo and her first thoughts upon seeing his disinterested eyes. But since they were going through it anyway, at least, he could make an effort...

Well then, time to break the rules. She would take the initiative.

“So, um” he lowered his head to her but did not say anything, so she continued. “what do you do in your free time, Sasuke-san?”

For an unknown reason, he did not like the formal suffix attached to his name. It sounded... business-like and distant. Then, a voice echoing in the deep recesses of his mind called him.

'Sasuke-kun!'

The little girl from his kindergarten memories was smiling at him as they played in the sandbox, and he frowned, closing his eyes briefly, to shake the nostalgic feeling that she had brought with her.

“Free time, eh? Not that I have much of that, but I like to do sport, read and going to events related to art.”

Well, at least they had something in common. It was a good start.

“And what sports do you do?”

He shrugged.

“Mainly swordsmanship, I'm an expert in kenjutsu, battoujutsu and iaijutsu. Also, some martial arts, like jujutsu” a small cynical smile drew across his lips. “People like us have to know how to defend ourselves.”

'And that is why he has such wonderful anatomy' Sakura pressed her lips into a thin line as a sudden blush reddened her cheeks. 'Hey, I was talking from a doctor's point of view. I'm not a pervert...'

No, of course not.

Silence fell between them once more and she tried again after a few moments, when she noticed her face was not hot anymore.

“Do you live alone, or in the main house?”

“I have a flat in Shinjuku, relatively near the company, but some weekends and on holidays I return to the main house.”

There was a pause and Sakura strived to fill it.

“I live in the main house, but I'd like to have a place near the university. It's a bit inconvenient to come and go every day.”

He made a sound of acknowledgement and she looked to the other side, sighing a bit exasperated.

This was ridiculous, at least he could make an attempt. And to think that she had come with the prospect of having a good conversation.

How disappointing...

'How boring!'

“I'm sorry” his voice broke the silence. “I'm not good at conversations.”

She looked puzzled for a moment.

“But, you're the president of-”

“Casual conversations with strangers, I mean.”

'Ouch'

Yes, she agreed, that had hurt a bit. It had been too straight-forward, there were softer ways to imply that he preferred to be anywhere but there with her. She was feeling the same but she was not telling it to his face.

“Yes, I suppose you're right... It's an unusual situation for us...” then, she turned to him and laced her hands behind her. “But at least, we can try. Our families are expecting a lot from us, and we should reward their efforts, regardless the result.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before making a gesture of surrender.

“You're right.”

She nodded with a smile and started her way to a stone bench on the side that overlooked the garden, just under a gnarled pine tree.

“Do you know what medical speciality will you study?”

Her smile became wider and he instantly sensed he had asked the correct question. Even the atmosphere between them appeared to change a bit.

“I'm not sure yet, but I have two or three that I like: surgery, research... mental health is another field that makes me curious.”

She sat down on the bench and looked up. He was staring at her again with that curious spark in his pupils, as if he was intrigued by something.

Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. Had she done something wrong? Was there something weird in her appearance? Was her lipstick smudged?

“Is there something in my face?” she asked a bit embarrassed, lifting a hand to her cheek.

“No...” he did not show any sign of discomfort at being caught peering at her. “Excuse me for the strange question but, have we met before?”

'Really? A pick-up line? Come on, you were doing so well before!'

Sakura's outer reaction was just lifting a delicate eyebrow, and Sasuke cleared his throat, a bit uncomfortable.

“When I saw your photo, my first impression was that I had seen you, not recently but a long time ago...”

This time, his words had an unexpected effect.

“You too?” she had opened her eyes, surprised. “I got that feeling too, but in the end, I wasn't able to remember where... Maybe in a gathering or the birthday party of a common friend?”

“I... don't think so...” he frowned a bit in concentration. “But we can see if we have any.”

They named a few people of their close circle but none of them matched with their acquaintances.

She made a sound of disappointment.

“And before? Any music competition” he tried again.

“Do you play any instruments?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, sounding interested.

“My older brother plays the violin and the viola, so I received lessons too, but the one I prefer is the flute.”

“I play the piano, and my grandmother insisted on me taking shamisen and koto lessons too... 'We have to maintain the traditions' she said” Sakura laughed a bit after imitating her grandmother's voice, but immediately caught herself and looked sideways at Sasuke, totally flustered.

He had a puzzled look on his face.

'Great, girl... Now you've done it...' her inner voice sounded much more sarcastic than ever. 'We agreed you'd do those things only in private, with only the two of us...'

“Um,” she said out loud, trying to continue the conversation to amend her slip-up. “I didn't participate in any concours, though I went to a few I was invited to. I suppose you did?”

He nodded but did not elaborate and, though she was curious, she thought it was not correct to pry. Then, they became silent once again.

There was only one more option, the one he had refused to acknowledge because he did not believe in mere coincidences, and if it was fate, it had a really weird sense of humour.

“And schools?” he asked quietly. “I mean, I know the ones you attended to by your personal history, but... did you go to kindergarten?”

“Um, yes,” the conversation was turning a bit strange, and she was disconcerted. “I went to KM International Pre-School.”

She saw his eyes widen a bit and instantaneously, his whole appearance seemed more relaxed, as if he had released a weight he had been carrying on his shoulders.

“I went there too, but in my last year only.”

“Really?” she opened her eyes, surprised, but immediately, a huge smile lit her features, one completely different from the polite ones she had shown him during the meeting, or the one in the photo. “Which class were you in?”

“In Class 3-3, the Tsuru Class I think it was called...”

“Yes!” she beamed, and then, she became pensive, tapping her index finger against her chin; suddenly, her eyes glistened with recognition and incredulity. “You're... Sasuke-kun?”

Suddenly, his heart missed a beat. It was almost the same, the name with an attached suffix, but just that small change had brought an unexpected warmth to his chest. He allowed himself a little smile of content.

She clapped her hands with pleasure while stretching her legs and high heel-clad feet, like a little girl.

“What a fantastic coincidence...”

He nodded.

“And now, we're partners in an omiai... How amusing!”

'Yes,everyday' he thought dejected. 'Itachi is going to be delighted when he knows... Gods, I won't hear the end of it...'

“I have very happy memories of that time” she looked at him with a bit shy expression.

“So have I.”

'You can't imagine what those meant to me...'

She straightened her posture, her eyes gleamed like precious stones and her cheeks became pink with excitement.

“I recall that you were one of Kakashi-sensei's favourites” he made a dismissing gesture and she had to bit her lip to avoid showing her mirth. “The poor man always had colds and had to wear a mask on hevery day.”

“And most of the time, he was late.”

“True,” she said with a laugh. “And remember when Kiba-kun brought a puppy to class? It caused quite a ruckus and Iruka-sensei was mad at the beginning but later, he took care of it while Kiba-kun was convincing his mother to adopt it.”

Sasuke nodded and breathed relaxed as she started to tell another story. It was a similar feeling to that time's, warm and comfortable, and he was starting to wish that it would never disappear, because outside, life was hectic and routine...

A small cough sounded behind them, interrupting her tale, and when they turned, the ryoukan's owner smiled politely to them from a few meters away.

“I hope you excuse me for interrupting your conversation, Sasuke-sama, Sakura-sama, but your parents are waiting for you in the hall...”

The happy bubble bursted. Time was up.

.

The goodbye pleasantries were brief and both families went into their cars, taking different routes at the gate of the ryoukan.

By the look on her parents' faces, Sasuke could say they were happy with the meeting. Her mother, an art lover, was excited as she told them about the invitation she had received to an informal gathering with some promising young traditional artists that the Haruno household acted as patron to. He smiled satisfied. Just for that sight, it had been worth it. he threw a quick glance towards his father. Though stern, as always, he looked pleased as he listened to his wife.

Good.

Then, Mikoto turned to him.

“I'm really glad you decided to take this opportunity, Sasuke. She's such a fine young lady...”

Well, he thought as he put his elbow on the edge of the window. She was definitely fine, and also interesting. It had been entertaining to see the different changes in her behaviour. He wondered how she truly was, without the expectatives of her kind and the pressure of her family on her shoulders. By the little glimpses he could get, a completely different woman. And in that moment, he knew that he would not mind seeing her again.

“What do you think, Sasuke?”

He turned and looked at them with an unreadable expression.

“It doesn't really matter, it's not in my hands, is it? It's her decision.”

THE END

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anyw...happy birthday my lovely twin @judaru im lov u sm nd i hope..u had a Good bday

Kiss (verb - with object): touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, reverence, or greeting

1.The Forehead Kiss

Judal is asleep now, stretched out on Sinbad’s couch, and Sinbad can’t help the fond smile that spreads across his lips as he hears a quiet snore come from behind him. He’s doing work at the coffee table, and some point, between bothering Sin and playing games on his phone, Judal had fallen asleep. And Sinbad doesn’t blame him - Judal has the attention span of a toddler and he’d probably gotten bored, closed his eyes, and promptly knocked out.

Sinbad is now finally used to the kid’s sleep schedule, or lack of - Judal never manages to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, and ends up wandering around the house with heavy bags under his eyes even as he bugs Sinbad for hours on end. He’ll retreat to his or Sin’s rooms and Sinbad will usually find him under a pile of blankets, snoring away. Judal is a light sleeper, and that makes it even worse; Sinbad types out a reminder to buy more fragrant teas and candles for Judal. Sometimes the soothing aromas help him sleep better, and Judal always brews the best loose leaf tea.

Judal shifts and mumbles something out in his sleep, so Sinbad gathers his things as quietly as he can and stands, putting his things in the kitchen before detouring to his room to grab a heavy blanket for Judal. After draping the blanket over Judal’s lanky frame, Sinbad bends down and brushes his lips against warm skin, pulling away when Judal stirs. He doesn’t wake though - just rolls over and Sinbad smiles to himself again before dimming the lights and retreating to the kitchen so he can at least try to get some more work done.

2. Kiss on the Hand

For how uncommon it is for two men to be seen dancing together, there is a lot of it being done at Lord Sinbad’s annual winter ball. This is Judal’s first year receiving an invitation, and he fingers the silver envelope, anxiousness coiling through his belly. It’s a masquerade this year, and he’d been sure his long hair would give him away, so he’d taken a risk and purchased a billowy ice white dress and had thin silvery-white flowers placed in the elegant braid of his hair. His delicate mask completes the costume - he’s a swan, elegant and beautiful.

The carriage stops and Judal ignores the helping hand to step down on his own, balancing easily in his heels. He’s almost having second thoughts about the whole thing, but he swallows all his unease and follows the queue of people inside.

The ballroom is vast and somehow crowded already, dresses of all color swirling alongside dark suits - it would seem like any other ball, if not for the men dancing together alongside women doing the same. But who is he to judge, Judal decides, considering he’s the one wearing a dress. He spots Hakuryuu flirting with Alibaba’s redhaired escort but doesn’t go over to them, choosing instead to retire to the balcony, breathing in as deep as he can. The air smells faintly of roses and lavender, and Judal can’t help imagining reclining on a bed scattered with fragrant petals, still in his dress but not in his horrid corset. (It does wonders for his figure, but it’s not like he needs it.)

Someone clears their throat from behind him and Judal spins around, breath catching in his throat at the sight of high cheekbones and tan skin. Lord Sinbad.

“Dance with me,” Sinbad demands, and Judal is helpless to his whim.

They spin together in the middle of the ballroom, Judal’s cold hand warming under Sinbad’s. Sin’s other hand flirts with the curve of Judal’s waist, daring to push the boundary of what’s acceptable as his lips curve up, playful. His mask is nothing but a strip of cloth tied around his eyes, and Judal rolls his own.

“You didn’t try hard this year, Lord Sinbad.” Sinbad doesn’t seem at all surprised or perturbed at the deep voice paired with slim, otherwise feminine features.

“Just Sin. Who are you?”

“Judal.”

“Ah. You turned eighteen this year, no?”

“I did.”

“My - ah...what would you call him? Assistant? He has a rule against inviting anyone under eighteen because, well. One of Hakuryuu’s stepsisters - I thought she was old enough, but alas.” Sinbad’s sigh is dramatic and although Judal does know Kougyoku fairly well, he can’t help smiling, laughing a little.

“A very wise rule, Sinbad, considering your reputation.”

“Reputation?” there’s a roguish grin flirting with Sinbad’s lips, but before Judal can answer, the song comes to an end and they bow to each other. Sin takes one of Judal’s hands in his own and presses soft lips to his skin, lingering for a touch too long before straightening again, still holding Judal’s hand.

“I have to go make more rounds, but save a dance or two for me, Judal.”

Shocked to silence by Sinbad’s easy grin, Judal nods weakly. As the night goes on, he finds out that it’s impossible for him to say no to Sinbad.

3. The Lingering Kiss

Judal is more than half-asleep, lounging on the rock they’re slumped against. The sun is beating down on them but they’ve just come from a swim so the heat is more than welcome, and the gentle waves stir their tail - they’ve lost Sinbad a while back but Judal can’t really bring themself to care with how relaxed they are. There comes a rippling of the water and Judal’s eyes flutter open to see Sinbad next to them, propping himself up by his elbows and staring at them with nothing but love in his eyes.

They don’t need words anymore from the many years that they’ve been together, but Sinbad still moves slowly as he shifts over so he’s behind Judal. He drops a chaste kiss to the skin of Judal’s forehead before beginning to comb his fingers through Judal’s inky tresses, humming under his breath as he does so. The gentle fingers scratching their scalp makes Judal shift and purr, lips curving up despite themself. They’ve always been so weak for having their hair played with.

They don’t know how long they stay like that, with Sinbad’s hands in their hair and only the sun and sea for company, but it changes when Sin’s hands press against Judal’s cheeks, a wordless sign that he’s finished. Sin swims around again and heaves himself up on the rock, blanketing Judal’s body with his own and pushing his hair from Judal’s skin when Judal huffs.

Sinbad tastes like saltwater and Judal wants to drown in the taste flooding their senses, and they tangle their fingers through long, wet hair to pull Sinbad closer, their lips sliding effortlessly against Sin’s. Sin’s smiling against Judal’s lips and he slowly drops so there’s no space between them, just skin against skin and tail against tail.

“Hi there,” Sin murmurs after one last teasing suck to Judal’s lower lip. He looks so effortlessly beautiful like this, tanned skin and dark hair and shining eyes focused on them, “what are you thinking about?”

“You.”

Sin flushed pink and his smile turns softer, shy and when they duck down for another slow kiss, it says all the things he can’t.

4. The Vampire Kiss They’re both far too drunk for this and that makes it all the better; Judal barely feels his back slam against the bathroom stall’s wall, focusing instead on the man pressing against him, hot skin and even hotter lips. He tastes like whiskey and cigarette smoke, and he swallows all of Judal’s pitched noises as easy as breathing. He mouths his way down the column of Judal’s neck, lips like fire against Judal’s throat. Judal bites back a moan when the man’s teeth scrape against his skin but it’s nothing compared to the strangled noise he makes when the man really bites.

This time when they kiss, it tastes like whiskey and cigarette smoke and sweat and sugar - the man pulls away and his breaths are harsh when he asks, “Is that sugar?”

Judal laughs and leans back, catching his breath as well before murmuring, “Why don’t you see how far down it goes?”

His stranger kisses the smirk from Judal’s lips before trailing back down to his neck, and if the way he’s attacking the skin of Judal’s neck says anything, he’ll have marks to boast about this for weeks.

5. The French Kiss

Fanservice. It’d been just that - fanservice.

That’s what Judal tells himself, what he tells the others, but they all know that this had been a long time coming. All of the comments on Judal’s twitter and instagram are asking if he’s dating Sin and since when - Judal turns off his phone and goes to his laptop instead. He doesn’t have to do much digging to find what he’s after, and watching the video, he does have to admit that it doesn’t look like fanservice, not by the end.

They’re in the middle of a song and Sin has always loved skinship, pushing boundaries, fanservice - so Judal isn’t surprised to feel a heavy arm thrown around his shoulders as Sin lets the cheering crowd sing his lines. Sin’s grinning and Judal doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline pungent in the air or the joy mirrored in Judal’s stomach and Sin’s eyes, but something makes Judal cup Sin’s cheek (which isn’t unusual, and it just makes the crowd roar louder as Sin’s smile grows) and lean in and close his eyes as his lips press to Sin’s.

He can’t hear the crowd anymore, entirely focused on the stop of Sin’s breath before Sin’s lips begin to move against his, eager as he licks into Judal’s mouth. Somewhere in the back of Judal’s mind, he wonders if maybe they shouldn’t be doing this where thousands of people can record it, but the little noise Sin makes makes Judal melt into him.

And when he finally draws away, he’s breathless and eager, but Sin is smiling, and Judal realizes that he’s absolutely screwed.

6. The Spiderman Kiss

If Judal has chosen this tree to lounge in on purpose, no one needs to know - Judal gazes down at Sinbad beneath him, head pillowed by his arms. He’s more than half held up on the thin tree branch by magic, but it’s also partly his own balancing skill. Sinbad is directly beneath him, and while he has paperwork spread out in front of him, held down by pretty looking paperweights, he’s been nodding off for the past half hour.

And Judal doesn’t blame him - the shade of the tree is the perfect combatant against the heat of the afternoon sun, and it’s quiet here, warm and still.

And Sinbad is here.

Judal would like to think that his traitorous heart is fluttering from the sights around him and not from the man below him, but he knows it’s not - it’s the light scent of roses and something earthier, it’s Sinbad.

Quietly, Judal slips from the branch he’s perched on and lets his magic float him down so he’s upside down in front of Sinbad. Judal’s eyes fall to Sin’s lips and he purses his own before reaching out to touch the swell of Sin’s lower lip. It’s soft, soft enough for Judal to lean in further, just enough to brush his lips against Sin’s. It’s when he’s about to pull away that Sin shifts in his sleep and immediately, Judal lets his magic carry him back up to his branch, where he watches Sinbad stir awake with flushed cheeks and trembling fingers, the memory of his stolen kiss enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the day.

7. The Bite and Nibble

For some reason, Judal love love loves to bite - Sinbad is long used to the sting of Judal’s teeth on whatever part of skin is available, to the soft brush of his tail before he bites down hard. He always always always leaves marks, and he’ll hum in approval as he looks at the bruises before moving away like nothing’s happened.

Sin had been startled at first, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary now - just one of Judal’s habits. Which is why he barely flinches when Judal comes up to him and squats in front of Sin, frowning up at him with twitching ears until Sin sighs and rolls over onto his back. Judal makes a happy little noise and clambers on top of Sin, staring down at him with an unreadable look in his eye. Sin is prepared for Judal to lean down, but he’s not prepared for the brush of soft lips against his own. When Sin makes a soft noise of surprise, Judal’s teeth scrape against the curve of Sin’s lower lip, noticeably gentler than how he usually bites, but still harsh.

Sin nearly loses himself in the scrape of Judal’s teeth and the soft of his tongue, in the slow rolling motion of his hips and the warmth between them. When Judal pulls back, his ears are twitching and his tail searches out Sin’s, curving around his as Judal’s lips flirt with a shy smile. And before Sin can say anything, Judal scurries away, but not before Sin can see the flush high on his cheeks. (Sinbad thinks he can get used to this.)

8. The Big Tease

Sinbad doesn’t get why Judal’s called him over in the dead of night until he steps inside and sniffs the air. Immediately, he’s simultaneously slamming the door shut and taking in greedy breaths, the scent of Judal’s pheromones high in the air. It’s clear now that Judal is in heat, his first one, that he’d called Sin over-

Sin hears a quiet noise from upstairs and he takes the steps two at a time, stopping short in the doorway when he sees Judal on his bed, pale skin flushed pink. He’s completely naked and clearly eager, ass high in the air with three fingers inside.

The eager movements of his fingers stop suddenly and Judal sniffs the air audibly, swivelling around (at any other time, Sin would laugh at his gracelessness) and staring at Sin with hunger clear in his eyes.

“Alpha,” he murmurs, “alpha, please. Sin-”

That’s all he’s able to get out before Sin crosses the room and blankets Judal’s quivering body with his own. When he manages to get Judal rolled over so they’re facing each other, Sin crashes their lips together, easily, effortlessly licking into Judal’s mouth and muffling his moans with his lips and teeth and tongue. His kisses start at Judal’s lips and slowly make their way down to his neck, where Sin forces himself to stay - he can smell Judal leaking and it’s making him impatient, needy, eager. To alleviate the quickly building pressure, Sin ruts into Judal, but it just makes his omega whine and wrap long legs around Sin’s waist to press closer.

It feels like ages before Sin is finally able to suck one dusky nipple into his mouth, and immediately, Judal arches further, a broken noise escaping his lips. Sin decides then that he’s teased enough, and he sits back enough to take his clothes off before turning Judal over and the only warning he gives Judal before pushing in is the way he grabs Judal’s hips and ruts the head of his cock against his puffy rim once, twice, thrice before easily sinking into tight tight heat.

9. The Cheek Kiss

There’s a boy playing in the sandbox all alone, and Sinbad finds his gaze drawn towards him from his place on the swings. He jumps off the swing and soars through the air for one long moment before crashing down to earth - he scrapes his knees but he doesn’t care all that much (scrapes mean bandaids, and bandaids mean getting to show off how high he jumped!) and when he’s sure the pretty boy isn’t looking, he scurries over and crouches in front of him.

“Why are you playing alone?”

The boy looks up at him and frowns before looking at Sin’s knees and widening his eyes. He points, doesn’t say a word and Sin looks down at his bloody knees as well. “It’s just a scrape, I’m fine. I flew.”

The boy gives Sin this look, incredulity tinged with disgust and almost...contempt - but Sin doesn’t care. The look suits him. “Do you talk?”

The boy shakes his head, then nods, then shrugs, leaving Sin to fill in the gaps.

“Just not today?”

A nod this time.

“That’s fine. I can talk for the both of us!”

That gets him the wisp of a smile and Sin settles down in the sand next to the boy, frowning. “Can you write your name in the sand?”

Pretty pink lips purse in a pout that’s cuter than it should be, and without thinking, Sin leans over and kisses the boy’s cheek. It’s soft, like peach fuzz, and Sin giggles. “My mom and dad do that a lot. You’re really cute, I like you.”

The boys cheeks are pink like his lips now and he shakes his head, clearly trying not to laugh. He opens his mouth then and mumbles a quiet, “My name’s Judal.”

Sin likes that. “I’m Sinbad, but everyone calls me Sin.”

Judal smiles.

10. The Jaw Kiss

They’re all drunk off their asses, celebrating their success in this week’s battle of the bands, and Sin’s arm is heavy around Judal’s shoulders. He’s got a bottle of something in one hand and he’s talking to Sharrkan in a voice far louder than need be. Judal grimaces when Sin turns around to look at him even as he laughs at something Sharrkan’s said. Or no, Sharrkan is currently straddling Masrur’s lap and...well.

Judal turns his gaze from them, trying and failing to ignore the way Sin is looking at him. His gaze is heavy with intent, and before Judal can move from his grip, Sin leans in and kisses him - or tries to. His lips end up brushing against Judal’s jaw, but it’d been an open mouthed kiss and Sin ends up slobbering all over Judal’s jaw.

It feels weird.

Judal pushes Sin away with ease and wipes at his jaw with Sin’s shirt sleeve, wrinkling his lip in disgust even as Sharrkan laughs at them. Sin’s still staring at him with a dopey look on his face, and Judal rolls his eyes, well aware of Sin’s crush on him.

(While it may hurt them both, it’s easier to pretend that he doesn’t have a crush of his own.)

11. The Air Kiss

Judal’s day starts like clockwork - he’ll sleep through all the alarms he’s set and jolt awake when he sees the time, and he’ll grab the first set of clothes he sees before grabbing his bag and rushing out the door. He’d tried one day to skip his daily coffee and it’d fucked him up so badly that he spent an hour one evening calculating the shortest route from his dorm to the coffeeshop to the building where his first class (calculus) is.

The same employee is at the register and by now, they’re familiar enough with each other for the man to blow him a kiss when Judal comes running through the door. He’ll have Judal’s coffee waiting and all Judal has to do is slap the money down before running out the door, barely a thank you falling from his lips.

And the pattern remains the same.

Until for once, Judal wakes up early - nearly two hours early. It’s nice to be able to take his time picking out his clothes and brushing his hair, walking to the coffeeshop and startling the lone man at the register.

“Hi, tall vanilla latte?”

The man spins around and there’s shock clear on his face, but he nods and gets to making the coffee right away. “You’re early,” he comments. There’s still a bit of shock in his voice, but it’s easily overshadowed by amusement, and Judal snorts.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Your coffee.”

Judal pays and instead of going to sit, he stands by the register, waiting for his coffee to cool as his gaze locks with the other man’s.

“What’s your name?”

“Sin. You?”

“Judal.” It feels weird and oddly intimate like this, so Judal picks up his coffee and gives Sin an awkward half smile.

“I’m going to go to class, so. Bye, I guess.”

The next day, he wakes up early as well, so Judal heaves a sigh and heads to the coffeeshop again. This time, Sin waves and blows a kiss, and Judal is prepared. “Why do you do that?”

“You’re cute, and it’s funny.”

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

Judal takes his coffee and leaves as soon as he has it, too flustered by the look on Sin’s face to do anything else.

It takes a while, but after about a month of dancing around each other and half-conversations, Judal returns Sin’s air kiss with one of his own

(And a few weeks after that, Judal marches right up to the register and kisses Sin full on the mouth, and Sin easily returns it.)

12. Single Lip Kiss

Sin has been Judal’s figure skating partner for years now, which means he knows how to read Judal better than anyone. So when he doesn’t see the usual burning determination in Judal’s eyes, instead of prepping for their second toss, Sin catches Judal’s wrist with his and brings them to a gliding stop, swiveling around so he can face Judal and frowning at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Judal mumbles, but it’s painfully obvious that he’s lying.

“I know you’re lying.”

“It’s nothing!”

Sin rolls his eyes and watches Judal skate towards the entrance to the rink, irritation laced on his features. “Maybe next time I’ll drop you!”

“Fuck you!” Judal calls back. He doesn’t sound angry though, and Sin sighs before going to follow him.

He finds Judal sitting on one of the benches outside, fingers trembling as he struggles to unlace his skates. He looks so small suddenly, and Sin bites his lip before going over and brushing Judal’s hands away to undo the laces himself.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Judal makes a noncommittal noise and Sin purses his lips as he finishes one skate and gently takes it off. Halfway through unlacing the second skate, Judal speaks again, voice quiet. “I’m distracted. We have the competition next week, but…I can’t focus.”

“Hey, hey. Whatever it is, tell me and we’ll fix it. Can’t have you zoning out next week.”

“I like you,” Judal’s voice breaks and Sin freezes. The skate is halfway off of Judal’s foot and Judal reaches down with trembling fingers to push it off completely before fumbling for his own shoes and wrenching them on.

“You like me?”

Judal makes an annoyed noise and when Sin finally looks up at him, he’s flustered and there are unshed tears shining in his eyes. “Yes, I like you. I like you and it’s so distracting being this close to you, and I can’t afford to fuck this up for the both of us just because I can’t get over a stupid crush-”

That’s when Sin leans up and in and kisses Judal, soft and eager. When he moves to pull away, Judal fists his hands in his hair, keeping him close. Judal’s lips are soft and they taste like the salt of his tears, and more spill when Sin wipes his cheeks dry.

“Come on, then. Are you leaving or staying?” Sin asks, standing now.

Judal frowns up at him, but it’s more of a pout than anything, and Sin can’t help laughing. “What was that then?”

“What was what?”

“You kissed me! Do you like me?”

“Yeah, I like you.”

“Oh. We can stay. Lace my skates!”

Sin sighs and reaches for Judal’s skates, tired of his partner’s tricks already. He realizes only then what a handful he’ll have - but if it’s Judal, it’ll be worth it. (Even if he doesn’t think he’ll ever like Judal the way Judal likes him.)

13. Lizard Kiss

The sight of the silver ball on the pink of Judal’s makes Sin’s knees go weak, and when he sees Sin staring, Judal sticks his tongue out, wiggling it playfully. “Like my piercing?”

“Get over here.”

Judal hides his laugh behind his fist before slipping from the counter and moving over to where Sin is sitting at the table. He easily slides into Sin’s lap and kisses him open-mouthed, gasping into Sin’s mouth as Sin easily finds the piercing and sucks at it, eager from the start. It’s not long before Sin tells Judal to stick your tongue out and when Judal does so, Sin sucks Judal’s tongue into his mouth and shallowly bobs his head, using his actions to show what he’d do later, what would make Judal moan and cry out and come with Sin’s name on his tongue.

At the first muffled cry Judal makes, Sin lets Judal’s tongue slip from his mouth, a smirk on his lips. It turns unsteady when Judal licks back into Sin’s mouth, piercing warmed from Sin’s ministrations, and when he catches the tip of Sin’s tongue once and then again, Sin gets what he’s trying to do - he lets the tip of Judal’s tongue trace circles around his own before sucking his tongue back into his mouth.

Judal is left breathless and trembling when Sin pulls away, and they both laugh sort of awkwardly when their gazes meet.

“I really like your piercing,” Sin says. It’s unnecessary, but it just makes Judal laugh even harder before he slips from Sin’s lap and saunters off towards the fridge.

14. The Eskimo Kiss

They’re studying together in the library - or Judal is trying to study, and Sin is distracting him with kisses pressed to Judal’s neck and shoulder when he thinks no one can see. Hakuryuu is across from them, and he keeps glaring at Judal whenever Sin does it - like Judal can control Sin! - and Judal is trying to ignore the both of them.

“If you’re going to keep doing that,” Hakuryuu mutters, “at least do it quietly. Jeez.”

“Can’t,” Sin mumbles back, “not until Juju does what he’s promised.”

When Judal chances a glance up at Hakuryuu, he’s not sure if the disgust on Hakuyruu’s face is from the petname or because of the way Sin is nuzzling into Judal’s neck and peppering his skin with kisses.

“Jesus, Judal - just do what he wants! It’s getting ridiculous, honestly…”

“I think you’re just jealous.” Judal contemplates tilting his neck further to let Sin kiss him even more, but at the strangled noise Hakuryuu makes, Judal huffs and pushes Sin away before facing him. He wants to ask Hakuryuu to at least look away, but that’ll make it worse, so Judal just takes a breath and leans in to rub his nose against Sin’s, squashing down a pleased smile at the pleased noise Sin makes.

“You’re disgusting.” Hakuryuu sounds two parts squicked out and one part happy, and when Judal looks at him, he’s smiling.

“It’s almost cute. I’m glad you two are happy, really. But maybe tone down on the making out, yeah?”

Judal opens his mouth to agree with Hakuryuu, but before he can say anything, Sin answers for him as he curls an arm around Judal’s waist. “Nope!”

15. Kiss of an Angel

For all the many years that Judal has been dead, he hasn’t felt anything for any of the people that have moved into his house, not anything more than passing amusement. He’s always pulled his pranks (what sort of ghost would he be if he didn’t?) but he’s never really cared about any of the living.

Until Sinbad.

Sin’s been living at the house for over a year now, much longer than anyone else, and Judal is...rather fond of him now. Sin barely flinches at all of Judal’s pranks now, just chuckles and rolls his eyes and continues with what he’s doing.

Sin is taking a nap on the couch now, lips parted to take in quiet breaths. Judal contemplates maybe knocking some books off the shelf, but Sin will only sigh and put the books back, if he even wakes up. So Judal resorts to sitting on Sin’s chest - not that Sin will feel him anyway - and staring at his sleeping face. Sin is actually pretty handsome, Judal’s noticed, but despite his overwhelmingly good looks and personality, he’s never had a girl or guy over.

Judal leans in closer, staring hard at Sin as if that will somehow wake him up. He wants to kiss Sin in that moment, but to do that would mean making himself be seen, and felt. And that can’t happen.

Judal pushes his heavy braid back and leans in further, letting his lips just barely touch the space between Sin’s eyebrows. Almost as soon as he does, Sin’s eyes flutter open and Judal falls back and off the couch, heart pounding in his chest as Sin sits up and looks around. His eyes land on Judal and he frowns, and Judal waits for Sin to look away, but he doesn’t.

“Who are you?” he asks.

And oh, Judal thinks. Oh.

16. Seductive Kiss

“You two probably aren’t even dating,” Sharrkan’s frowning, “you probably just said it to get couple discounts or something.”

Sin gasps, as if outraged. “We’re totally dating!” As if to prove it, he throws his arm around Judal’s shoulders and pats the side of his head.

Judal snorts and ducks free of Sin’s heavy grip, but he nods in agreement. “Totally dating.”

“Prove it.”

“How-”

“Kiss!”

“Voyeur,” Judal huffs, ducking his head into the curve of Sin’s armpit to hide his flush. Sin’s shirt smells like laundry detergent, and Judal takes in a deep breath, both to calm himself and because it smells good.

Sharrkan makes an offended noise and Sin laughs loud - they both seem to forget that they’re in the middle of a crowded ice cream shop, and Judal stabs a spoon into his shared dessert with Sin. “Fine, we’ll kiss. You’re still nasty though, Sharr.”

Before he can lose his nerve, Judal turns back to Sin and cups his cheeks in his hands to bring Sin down to his height. They’ve never kissed before, so the way Sin so easily licks into Judal’s mouth makes him gasp, and a strangled little noise falls from Sin’s lips when Judal’s teeth scrape against his lower lip. Sin’s the one that pulls away and they’re both breathless, and Judal shoves his hands below the table so Sharrkan doesn’t see their trembling.

“I never want to see you do that again.”

“Good, because it won’t happen again.” (At least, Judal thinks, not where Sharrkan can see.)