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

[akranti]

here’s josuke!

[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

[legendary-maddie]

• G E N E R A L . H U X × R E A D E R •

》 Imagine your brother Ben kept his promise to come and get you after he left. Prologue.《

Authors note:

I kept this in my drafts for a long time, because I'm very insecure... English is not my native language and I don't have a beta reader, so... Arg... well I'll give it a try and IF one of you cuties are bored and wanna proofread it... it would be most welcomed ♡

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! It's a prologue to a storyline idea I have...

Your maid took care in dressing you up. The white dress with wide sleeves and plenty of embroidery was floating down your petite form. The back of it was free, only your perfectly curled, black hair covered the view on it.

You felt like a princess, living in a castle with the royal family of House Antilles, wearing fancy gowns and having a maid that style your hair…

Your mother was former princess of Alderaan, but neither existed. Alderaan was destroyed by the Deathstar, many years ago, and Leia Organa turned her back on being a princess and founded the Resistance, becoming their General.

You for your part worked a long time alongside your mother. As a spy you had simple tasks actually. Just visiting planets and cities, checking if the ‘area was clean’ and trying to make new allies, but you were sick of it.

Sick of the Resistance and sick of this whole life as a part of a group which hides behind scrap and fights because of hope.

It was not your intention to leave the Resistance and switch sides, becoming a part of The First Order, no. You just needed… time. Time and space for you to think, calm down and collect yourself again.

Your brother left when you were a young girl, his little angel and he was your role model. He promised to come back and get you but you had already given up hope long ago. He left to become a Jedi, it ended up that he burned down the academy and joined the Knighs of Ren.

Shortly after that, your father Han Solo left too and never said Good Bye to you. He was broken and too ashamed to face you and your mother after what happened to Ben. Actually you couldn’t blame him. You did the same: ran away.

Your mother on the other hand buried herself in work. She worked so hard to build up the Resistance and barely seemed to care for you. Of course she loved you but… it’s wasn’t the same. There were no feeling of a family, everything just broke apart and it was like you standing alone in an empty hallway.

You felt like a traitor when you left her, but now you felt better. The distance felt good.

You crossed the whole galaxy to find the leftover parts of the royal family of House Antilles and found them on a tiny planet where they had build up their old home planet again.

It was just beyond beautiful and peaceful. You couldn’t even imagine that something like that could exist in a world like this.

The one who was in charge for all that was Brean Antilles. He was the nephew of the former Queen Breha Antilles Organa of Alderaan.

He was old and sceptical to you, also afraid that the arrival of General Leia Organas daughter would break the peace they had build up so hard, that the First Order would come and kill them all for hiding a ‘criminal’, as he addressed it.

You explained your situation and appointed yourself as impartial, that no one was after you and no one actually knew your face.

It’s been a whole year now and you enjoyed it so much. No trouble with neither the Resistance and the First Order.

This planet was just heaven and you were grateful to be here. Brean told you it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the original Alderaan was, but it already was breathtaking.

Brean accepted you as a part of the family and you gave your best not to disappoint him.

Your maid finished setting your dress and hair in the right place, so you where ready to go for a walk in the gardens with her.

She grabbed the small basked filled with fruits and water and quickly joined your side.

Elia was a sweet blond haired girl and became a friend of yours since the beginning.

You guided the way from your private chambers out to the balcony which also lead outside the house to the gardens when you suddenly heard that the doors of your room sprang open.

Your heart stopped beating for a second when you saw men in black armor infiltrated the room, guns immediately aimed at you when they saw your maiden and you standing on the balcony.

Deathtrooper… they where an elite variant of the Stormtroopers and incredibly dangerous.

Immediately you ordered the young girl to run as fast and as wide as she can.

Your eyes widened as they took a step into your way and you ran the opossite way your maid ran, outside the house into the gardens.

You held up the hem of your dress and ran for your life in the direction of the next entrance into the palace but is was too late.

You stopped as more Deathtroopers came in your way. Heavily breathing for air you looked back just too see that they build a circle around you. You were trapped.

“Finally.”, one of them said and you took a step back, just to fall into the arms of two troopers. They gripped your arms and dragged you right in front of the man who seemed to have the lead.

“Let me go!” You did your best to break yourself free from the firm grips on your arms.

“No way. We searched long enough for you, girl.”, was the respond as a transporter landed on the nearby flower field. “Get her in, so we can go.”

.

It was a short trip to that disgusting thing they called their base.

Actually you thought it was quite impressive but you were too angry to admit.

They refused to answer your questions, so you remained to be quiet too. You didn’t wanted to make it worse, than it already was. You were smart enough to cooperate.

You wondered how they found you. And more importantly: why.

It was impossible that they found any traces of you. You were careful during your journey to find a place far away and good enough to hide in. Nobody, not even your mother, knew about your planes. YOU didn't even knew where to go after you left!

Then it came like a lightning strike into you mind.

Brean...

Of course it was him!

He wanted to save the peace on this planet without fighting. Instead he allied with the First Order and betrayed you.

The corners of your mouth twitched down. You looked disappointed and sad to the ground.

Just then, the transporter landed and your heart started to beat faster.

Instead of being scared, you were nervous and curious at the same time. It felt like something significant will happen, nothing bad.

“Get up, girl.”, the black armoured Trooper said. You rolled your eyes as one of them aimed his weapon on you, pointing at the way he wanted you to go. You did what he ordered and slowly raised yourself with mixed feelings.

You gulped, but straightened yourself and raised your head like real princess would do.

With elegant, long steps you walked down the ramp of the transporter. The bright artificial light of the base hurt in your eyes as you stepped outside, but stopped as you saw several people walking towards you.

A few troopers and a men.

He wore black robes with a hood over his head. Dispite the fact that he wore a helmet his presence felt familiar.

Very familiar.

Your heart ached as you walked towards him, while he slid back his hood and took off the helmet.

Holding up the hem of your dress you started running as you recognized him.

Ben.

You felt into his arms and he welcomed you. His wavy black hair tickled your nose as you stood on tiptoes to wrap your hands around his neck. He was still so much taller than you...

You closed your eyes and enjoyed to be reunited with your brother. The feeling was so overwhelming to you that you felt a lonely tear rolling down your cheek.

You opened your eyes, laid a hand on your brothers cheek and looked into his brown eyes. You thumb gently rubbed over his skin.

"You came to get me.", you said in a hushed voice.

"I did." He looked into your face, examining every inch of you. "You... changed."

Of course you changed. The last time you saw each other was 7 years ago. And that was as a hologram. You were only five when he left to train under your uncle to become a jedi. You barely saw each other during that time but you loved your brother so much and you were proud of him.

You were a teenager when you found your mother crying in your father's arms and you knew something happened to Ben.

You studied his face. He too changed, more than you actually. His body became tall and muscular and he looked older, experienced and angry but now you can see hints of relief and happiness. You on the other hand haven't grown that much since your teenager years. Your body got womanly curves and you face more elegant and sharper.

"You too, Ben.", you said as you looked into the same eyes you also had.

Your brother twitched barely noticable as you said his name. His expression seemed to darken.

"I'm not Ben Solo anymore.", he said with a tense voice. You calmly smiled. You knew what he meant with that. He called himself Kylo Ren now, but you wouldn't have felt him if not even the tiniest bit of Ben would be inside him.

He looked up from you. "Let her things packed up and get them on board.", he ordered to one of the black armoured troopers. He turned on his heels and walked straight back into the transporter, followed by the others.

You looked at him questioningly. "Excuse me?"

Your brother looked down at you. His face was stern but caring. "You will stay here, Y/N.", he said. "I need your help."

[potahun]

Some more Qin Shen Shen moment translations (part 7/?)

Link to other translations so far.

Most cuts from Episode 12 (but not all)

I already translated some bits from this ep in other parts, so this ep. doesn’t actually have too much left other than the songs themselves. This said, it’s also because some of the gems didn’t make it into the main broadcast haha

a. Group entrance - all finalists stand on stage. The MC asks Fei Yuqing how he feels first, who replies that he’s honored and hopes people will like the song they chose.

MC: Now we have to ask our Qin Shen Shen... On this stage, only you two have been together from the beginning to the end, singing all the way until now.

LKQ links his arm with ZS and crosses his legs. 

ZS: You’re being too courteous, too courteous.  *laughs and pretends to hit LKQ*

MC: So I have to ask the two of you: Did you set yourself any objectives for tonight’s finale?

LKQ: It’s very obvious. From our outfits today, you can tell we came to study. We look like students. They (the other teams) look like teachers and the headmaster. (...)

b. Flashback: During the charades segment to decide the order of performances, Qin Shen Shen are basically chaining correct answers without a break. 

ZS, halfway through the game: Hold on a minute, *touches his cheeks* is our time going to be this long?

c. In the backstage room, explaining the idea behind their song “Hua”. 

ZS: This song will have a fairly big contrast. We’re hoping it’ll be a bit more relaxed, simpler and livelier (LKQ: Right)

The flashback shows their on-stage rehearsal. ZS bursts out laughing during the song intro, making LKQ laugh too and say “It doesn’t feel like a competition”. ZS then replies that it feels a lot like Tom&Jerry.

(Back to the backstage room) LKQ, explaining: Because until now all we’ve sang are love songs, slow songs, really tragic ...apart from “Ye Lang”. So I think this song can again, in the finale, allow people to have an ‘Aaah? This is pretty good too’ - that kind of feeling.

ZS: Like “Eh? Didn’t expect this.” It’s kind of doing your own thing, I guess. Everyone is going *mimics the sound of swords and arrows flying* and these two people are like *does a hand-clapping game* It’ll just make a very different picture. 

LKQ: Good.

ZS turns to him to initiate a hand-clapping game. LKQ goes too fast for ZS and they mess up. 

ZS (to LKQ): It’s the other way round. *turns away from him* OK. 

LKQ, protesting at being “criticized”: Heeey! Little kids, alright!! 

ZS pacifies him. 

d. After they finish their performance of “Hua”, in which there’s a lot of harmonisation, cute poses, and you guessed it: dry ice. 

MC: Why is it that as soon as you two stand on stage, there’s dry ice? (ZS laughs and LKQ just licks his lips)

ZS: But apart from dry ice, we have nothing else........ *laughs*

MC: My interpretation is this. From the 1st day you paired up, Xiao Qi Ge has been saying you’re a Match Made in Heaven. Your harmonisation today, it really had a divine and floating kind of feeling, so you must have dry ice/theatrical fog all over the stage in order to match that.

ZS, bowing: :OOO Thank you teacher Lin Hai (MC’s name) Thank you.

MC, trying not to laugh: But the song you chose today really does look a lot like a school performance... (ZS and LKQ: :’D and ;;;; at the same time) So do you want to listen to feedback from the teachers? (ZS: Yes LKQ: Yes, of course)

NY: Let’s start with the headmaster (Fei Yuqing), alright?

FYQ: Alright. (...) Truthfully speaking, if I were to be picking at your small problems, it’d be beneficial for both our teams, huh? (i.e. his and Na Ying’s) *laughs* (ZS makes a vaguely terrified face on stage while LKQ is laughing) 

FYQ: But that’d be selfish of me. 

He ends up giving some very nice comments, and NY asks to see his notes. NY ends up teasing that what he wrote has nothing to do with that he said (aka the notes might really have been picking at Qin Shen Shen’s problems). FYQ replies with a very courteous “It’s your turn now.” and NY just goes “Alright” instantly.

NY: Actually, I’ll tell the truth, it’s after coming to “Wo Men De Ge” that I’ve truly started to like Li Keqin. (LKQ, bowing but relaxed: Thank you, thank you Na Jie, thank you~) That care and magnanimity that he has for music and for Zhou Shen, I find it really good. (LKQ turns to smile proudly at ZS) Zhou Shen, I don’t need to say any more, he’s like an elf.

ZS (to LKQ): Elves tend to be relatively small... (LKQ: The expression of an elf *imitates the face ZS made a second ago*)

NY: Zhou Shen, under Li Keqin’s protection, had a big surge in self-confidence. For each sentence in which they harmonised, their silent understanding was incredible. 

FYQ teases NY about how good she is at giving comments. All in all, NY concludes by saying she REALLY likes the Qin Shen Shen collaborations. 

e. Right after Li Keqin and Zhou Shen sit back down after “Hua”, Ayanga leans over to their side:

AYG (to ZS): Let me tell you, for this song... he (LKQ) looked even younger than you! *imitates the way LKQ was doing the cute flower poses earlier on, while LKQ laughs* I even forgot which of you is the elder brother! 

f. After Qin Shen Shen’s second song “Your name, my last name”. 

FYQ, commenting: *takes out his notepad* The headmaster has made notes again. This...Keqin and Zhou Shen... how can their chemistry be this good? As always. And I noticed that you really do suit dry ice very well.... (LKQ and ZS both guffaw) (...)

NY: I think Zhou Shen’s voice put together with Li Keqin’s voice is...feminine  (T/N: tbh im not sure how to translate this: “yin rou”. I looked it up and it gave me “feminine” but honestly I’m not sure...it’s got an element of being elegant and delicate too, I guess)

ZS: ???

NY, explaining: When you are giving Li Keqin strength, you can have strength. When you have parts where you have to be very tender, combined with his voice, it’s a perfect match. (ZS nods) So the two of you, when you have an opportunity in the future, you should once again make some songs that everyone would like. (the crowd cheers) Also, Zhou Shen, I noticed your Cantonese *switches to Cantonese* is really very good.

ZS, happy: Ooooooooooh! (LKQ, agreeing: Very good.) *speaks in Cantonese* Thank you very much.

NY, still in Cantonese: Did you know how to speak it before?

ZS, in apparently terrible Cantonese: I could understand it but not speak it-

NY: Ah, drop it, drop it, now it’s not correct anymore. Let’s drop it. (ZS cracks up: I really don’t know how to speak it!!)

Not doing the rest but yeah after the voting ends etc. etc. the MC explains that since Fei Yuqing and Jay Chou’s “Qian Li Zhi Wai / Beyond a thousand miles” (2006), they were wondering if they’d be able to have once more, on this stage, a song that bridges the generational gap between singers (the Qian Li Zhi Wai collaboration being the inspiration for the concept of the show) and the ones who would be realising this tonight would be Qin Shen Shen, with their original song “Bu Jian Jiu San”*. 

The winner of the finale is announced via the raising of the stage (all 3 groups stand on the stage, and only the part where the winners are standing will raise above the others). 

That’s pretty much it from the main broadcast BUT. Qin Shen Shen has quite a lot of stuff hanging outside the main broadcast in general....

----

* About “Bu Jian Jiu San”..... Idk how to translate this accurately. I read it as “If you won’t meet again, then say goodbye” but that’s taking liberties I guess. I also saw “Leave with no greeting” as a translation. Based on the lyrics which are about moving on, and also the meaning of the usual term “bu jian bu san” (no meeting, no parting i.e. we won’t leave until we see each other), I’d have leaned towards the "if u don’t meet, then say goodbye” sense, like if you’re not together anymore, then stop lingering on it - that kind of feeling. but honestly? I have no clue. 

Anyways an official MV was made for this song, and the MV is basically just Qin Shen Shen being Qin Shen Shen, but with slow-mos. *thumbs up* 

[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.

[eleeria]

Love/Romance Meme

Name: Eleeria Silverwing

Nickname: Eldriana Fairlight (pseudonym, still used by some people); “E”; Eld; Ele.

Gender: Female

Romantic Orientation: Pansexual, aromantic, with a preference to women.

Preferred Pet Names: She is often not fond of pet names, but Siildore ( @jonathan-nevermore-smith ) gets a bye because she’s grown fond of being called her little assassin. In fact I’m fairly certain Siildore’s the only person who’s actually been allowed to call her anything but her name or some approved nickname...

Relationship Status: Solidly complicated. Eleeria sees a rotating set of lovers who come and go as they please for their mutual sexual amusement. Recently one of her lovers, Shanks ( @trained-trainwreck ), has not exactly moved in with her, but she’s not sent him packing either (she did eventually give him a key to the apartment so he can come around whenever he pleases). Neither of them would consider it romantic, I think both of them would be very scared of that term, but it’s slightly more than friends with benefits?

Favorite Canon Ship: Her sister Allegra ( @fukurodani ) and her cute knight boy are her favorites, though she’s extremely partial as it’s her sister and she wants her to be happy! A SUPER CLOSE SECOND is Avie ( @thenaaru ) / HAPPINESS, she wants Avie to be happy god damnit.

Favorite Non-Canon Ship: Probably herself and Elystirra ( @elystirra ) who she’s fairly certain is straight. But that won’t stop her from baking her pies anyway and just...considering the situation. Just a little bit.

Opinion on True Love: "Had it, lost it, don’t particularly care to have it again.”

Opinion on Love at First Sight: "I didn’t particularly think of much of it and then -- well. The flowers, I suppose. The drinks. The poison, most of all. I suppose I think a little bit of it now, even if I’m not sure if I can find the same sort of connection again.”

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: "That’s gross. I guess -- well, I’ve never been very romantic, unless a tumble counts as romantic, and I don’t think it really does. I’ll do it for people I know enjoy that sort of thing, but I won’t do it just for myself.”

Ideal Physical Traits: Men -- she likes men who don’t particularly tower over her. Sin’dorei should be relatively lean, though she’s had a few muscular and tall lovers, they’ve never particularly stuck around. Long hair is a must; what does she hold onto if they don’t have long hair?

For women -- anything. Honestly. God, she’s super gay. She loves short women, tall women -- muscular women tend to catch her eye the most but she has doted on women who have no muscle mass whatsoever as well. Women are just perfect. That’s it. Done.

Ideal Personality Traits:   A lot of what Eleeria likes in other people tends to be a far different set of traits than she enjoys in herself. Make her laugh; amusing, charming. Honest (to a point). Someone willing to put up with her, which isn’t really a personality trait, but they have to be at least relatively forgiving of crimes and misdeeds. Sympathetic.

Unattractive Physical Traits: None that I can think of, though she likes people to be generally clean and presentable now that she’s grown used to the noble side of Silvermoon. She has a preference to Sin’dorei and humans, though she’s previously had orc and troll lovers (if briefly). She would say absolutely no to anyone else, but especially tauren and worgen.

Ideal Date: NONE......honestly, very few of her lovers have convinced her to go on dates. The few she’s gone on and enjoyed have almost all been restaurants of some sort -- elegant sit-down restaurants and seedy bars where they can fondle under the table alike. Eleeria has a love-hate relationship with food and anyone who can convince her to eat out generally is a sign that she truly likes you.

Normally, she prefers to either stay in or go out to the beach close to the Cove and lay in the land or go swimming. She’ll also spar with her lovers, if they’re interested.

Once or twice, Eleeria has been coaxed into going to the theater. Although she is tone deaf, she secretly enjoys play and operas alike. All of her programs are hidden in part of her desk to look at when she wants something to daydream about.

Do they have a type?: For men, she prefers men that will allow her to dominate them; her personality is so forceful that often anyone else she’ll quite come to blows with. For women, she prefers to be the one who can be more emotionally vulnerable; she’ll happily dominate in that relationship too, but she opens up more readily around women thanks to some bad relationships with men in the past, and will happy let someone else take charge....provided they identify as female.

She also kind of has a thing for death knights. (She definitely has a thing for death knights.)

Average Relationship Length: A year. Well....a year and then they die, so barring any unforeseen consequences...who knows.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: She really had to be introduced to non-sexual intimacy, as the very thought had never occurred to her before. But she tends to prefer shoulders brushing, or sitting with an arm around the other person. But always, always in private. If anything is done in public, then it is resigned to hand-holding at most -- standing next to one another, at best.

Commitment Level: She’s a fair-weather friend -- in one minute, out the next as it suits her -- but she has made serious commitments before and does keep her end of the relationship commitment quite seriously. Eleeria almost views serious relationships like contracts -- uphold your end of the bargain or face some sort of penalty or repercussion. So, she takes long-term commitments seriously. Otherwise...don’t expect her to be there for you unless it benefits her.

Opinion of Public Affection: See above! She generally prefers little public affection from any serious partners -- when she’s flirting with people she can be pretty hands-on, but as soon as she enters a relationship with someone she becomes strictly business in public. Always, always she requires that someone come at her from the front or the side with telegraphed motions or (better yet) explains to her what they would like to do, or let her come to them. She will hug you if you ask her, she just REALLY doesn’t do affection from behind.

Past Relationships?: Three. The first was a man mysteriously named ‘Erinius’ -- he died, publicly, of asphyxiation, deemed a suicide. Privately, and secretly, he was murdered by Eleeria out of fear of commitment (and greed for a substantial sum of money on his head). The second broke up with her after a political dispute in which she refused to be manipulated into doing more work for his family’s estate and businesses for none of the political recognition. The third, she was engaged to and set to marry, but he was killed at sea by raiding pirates.

Tagged By: @belorae whose other tumblr it won’t let me tag >:C

Tagging: @kiellanis @thenaaru @edaigoa (u kno i’m taggin u for The Ship tho)

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

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.”

[lady-une]

Chapter 3

Sorry for such the long wait on this chapter but I really wanted to get the whole story plotted out before i wrote anymore. Just know that chapter 4-6 are with the beta and once I get them back I will post them.

Just a warning with this chapter, it does get a little dark and touches on torture and gets graphic. Again thank you for taking the time to read this and please share and feel free to let me know what you think! As always big thanks to my beta @jijagi and a big big thanks to @bae-jagiya for the amazing mood board!

l’amnte dei serpenti

The daughter of one of the largest mafias out of the US sent over to South Korea to monitor her father’s operations there. You were sure this was going to be boring and wished you didn’t have to leave your home and friends, little did you know this new adventure would be anything but boring.

Word count: 5243

Theme: Mafia a/u

Rating: Mature, graphic nature around mutilation and torture

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Sofia (original character)

CHAPTER 1

Sofia

The smell of fresh coffee slowly woke me from my sleep, the heavy arm wrapped around my stomach bringing back memories from the night before. I smiled as I slowly lifted his arm enough for me to slide out from under it. I heard him roll over and let out a groan as I looked around for some clothing, spotting a button up shirt.

“Come back to bed, it’s still early.”

“I need coffee, and from the smell of it there is some fresh coffee being made.”

I stood up and walked over to the shirt and heard Seunghyun let out a low whistle.

“That is a very interesting tattoo you have there, I wouldn’t have pegged you for that. Maybe something like a flower but not a snake.”

I buttoned up the shirt and turned towards him to see him getting out of the bed and pulling on some pants before tossing me some. I sat on the bed and put them on explaining to him that the tattoo was actually the snake from our family crest.

“Everyone has the crest somewhere on their body, my mother has it on her ankle and my father has it on his chest. I got this after my first kill, my father’s guards took me since my father was out of town. They were all teasing me because they knew how much I hated needles. I was originally going to get the crest on my shoulder blade but I wanted to prove to them that I wasn’t some girly girl. I cried a few times but after they were all impressed, unlike my mom who was upset I went so big with it. My dad just puffed his chest out and said that he was proud of me, that not many of his men can stand the pain that comes from a spinal tattoo.”

“I imagine not, that looks like it was painful.”

I nodded my head because it was rather painful. Seunghyun opened the door and lead the way back out. Youngbae was at the stove making breakfast with Daesung assisting him. Seungri and Jiyong were both sitting at the counter drinking some coffee and going through their phones. Seunghyun grabbed me a glass handing it to me before pouring some very dark coffee into it.

“I see you two had some fun last night.” I heard Jiyong say causing Youngbae and Daesung to laugh.

“More like heard the fun last night, we heard you two as if we were in the same room with you.” Seungri added in before laughing.

Seunghyun pulled a chair out for me to sit with him at the table before he went to grab us a plate of food. I sipped on my coffee listening to him defend us but really they were only speaking the truth. I knew we were rather loud last night but there was nothing to be ashamed of, we were adults and just doing what came natural to us.

“You guys should just drop it, that is no way to talk about a lady.”

“Seunghyun it’s fine, I am not ashamed and at times I am far from a lady. Last night being one of those times so there is no need to defend my honor.”

Seunghyun sat down with our plates and flashed me a lazy smile that made me want to go right back into his bedroom for another round. I never met a man who could look more and more handsome every time I look at him, it just couldn’t be possible. I knew that I had to tread carefully with this and keep it from becoming too personal.

After breakfast, I went and changed back into my clothes making sure I had everything I needed before I called Alex to pick me up. Seunghyun had offered to drive me home but I declined, I still had my privacy and I wanted to keep things that way. My place wasn’t that far from here so it didn’t take Alex that long to get to me. On the way home Alex asked if I had fun and I laughed and said I had a very fun night. Of course, he had to ask if I needed to stop off at a pharmacy for any hangover meds, he was only teasing and I sat forward to punch him in the arm. Alex wasn’t that much older than me and he wasn’t only a protector but also a close friend, an older brother if you will. I don’t know what I would have done without him, he was the one to cover my back when I wanted to sneak out and the one to come to my defense if I needed it.

After we got home I took a shower and sat down to relax and answer some emails from back home. My friends wanted to see how I was doing and wanted to know if I met any cute guys yet, I laughed and sent them a vague response that would leave them guessing. My mother wanting to make sure I was ok and asked if I needed anything from home, just the normal mother comments and reminding me to take care of myself and take my vitamins. An email from my father asking how things were going with the Kwons and to see if I needed anything from home. He also reminded me to watch myself and to stay armed. Even if the emails said different things, my parents were so very similar. I loved them both so much and missed home but knew that I needed to do this, not just to show my family I was ready to take things on but to show myself I could handle this.

With the emails answered, I called Alex to see if he had located any buildings for my office and he mentioned he had a couple in mind. I asked him to have the car ready as I wanted to get an office space set up so I could start practicing again. It was late in the afternoon and I had hoped that I wouldn’t run into too many problems finding a place. I wanted my office to be set up in one of the better parts of town but also in a central location. I didn’t want to have to travel to far from my office to see my patients. We looked at a couple of spaces but they lacked either location or the right atmosphere. The last one we looked at was a decent size office space and was in a prime location. There was also other professional businesses in the same building such as a law firm, and a few smaller start up business. Alex was standing at the door as I walked around the space loving that it had big windows that allowed lots of natural lighting in. I knew right away that this had to be the best option. I informed the man who was showing me the spaces that I would take this one and he had me transfer some money and sign some paper-work. Instead of buying the space right out I decided to rent it, I didn’t want to be buying any long term spaces outside of my home. Just as I was signing the last form a rather attractive man knocked on the door and walked in. Alex watched his every move as he made his way to us.

“I hope I am not interrupting.” His voice was soft but had bit of roughness to it, it was a pleasant combination.

“Not at all CEO Kim, I was just getting the new renters signature.”

“I see, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kim Woo Bin, I am the owner of this building.”

I stood and lifted my hand to greet him, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Sofia Rossi.”

“The pleasure is all mine Miss Rossi, so what business will you be running if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I am actually a doctor so I have been looking for a small office to run my practice out of. I do house calls so I won’t be seeing patients from here. I just need a professional space for my practice.”

“I see, I hope you don’t find this too bold. Would you like to have some coffee, I would love to hear about your work and more about you?”

“Coffee sounds lovely.”

I was given the key and copies of the papers I signed which I handed off to Alex. Mr. Kim led the way to a coffee shop around the corner as Alex stayed a step behind us allowing some semblance of privacy but being near if needed. The coffee shop had a peaceful atmosphere about it, the colors were not overly bright and were more along the lines of elegant creams and pearls with some pastel blues. We ordered our drinks and then sat down to wait for them.

“So what brings you here Miss Rossi?”

“Please call me Sofia, and work is what brought me here. I wanted to branch out and learn new techniques.”

“I am sure that must be exciting but also rather scary. Is your family here with you or are you alone?”

“I am here alone, my family is all back home.”

“That must be hard, being away from your family and probably your boyfriend.”

I laughed, “It can be hard at times, but no there is no boyfriend. I prefer to spend my free time with my family or studying. There will be time later in life for that.”

“Indeed, no need to rush into things.”

Our drinks arrived and the conversation switched to more about how I got into the medical field and about things I have seen here in Korea. He made some suggestions of places to visit and things to see. The conversation was light and he didn’t ask anything too personal. Once our coffee was finished he bid me farewell and we went our separate ways. As we were on our way back home I got a text from Jiyong asking for me to come to his home tomorrow for a meeting, I said I would be there and figured it was about time to get down to business with his family.

I arrived around lunch time for the meeting, the Kwons invited me to dine with them and we chatted about small things and Mrs. Kwon was rather happy to hear I found an office space.

“Dear that is lovely, it sounds like it will be just perfect for you.”

“Thank you Mrs. Kwon I agree, it will be just what I need.”

“Oh come now, please call me mama Kwon. All the boys call me that and I have a feeling I will be seeing you around more.”

“If it will please you.”

“It will.”

Old man Kwon cleared his throat to get my attention, “How about we move this into my office now that lunch is over.”

We stood up to go to his office when mama Kwon stopped me, “Sofia before I lose you to my husband I wanted to invite you to the fundraiser ball we are having for the cancer society of Seoul. It would mean so much to have you there, it will be a great opportunity to meet other doctors in the area.”

I told her I would love to come and she patted my hand before I followed Jiyong into his father’s office. Jiyong and I sat across from his father’s desk as his father shut the office door and came around the other side sitting down and taking out a cigar. He offered me one but I declined, I was never one for cigars much to my father’s dismay, the one thing he really wished he had a son to do with.

“Sofia, would it be safe to assume you have talked in great lengths about this partnership with your father?”

“Yes I have, I understand what this means not only for my family but for yours as well. Our family would be one of your main buyers for firearms, and we would also be bankrolling your start-up casino here. Providing that goes well we will also be using our connections to help you set up a casino in Vegas.”

“That would be correct, I have acquired a hotel here which is where we will be having the casino placed in. Of course, the hotel will also bring in some money but it will be your family’s responsibility to help bring in clean untraceable money.”

“We will start off with a rather large sum of clean cash for your family to get things rolling. The only thing I have a problem with is that you seem to be getting more from this deal then my family. We are buying the firearms at full cost plus we are providing cash to the casino, what exactly are we to get out of this? How about you sell us the firearms at a discounted price, say 60% off the ticket price.”

Old man Kwon laughed and that price was a laughable amount, like hell was I going to come in low and get played.

“Now why would I give you such a sweet deal like that, maybe if our families were joined with marriage I could give you that price but unfortunately that won’t happen.” I watched him glance and Jiyong who just rolled eyes and crossed his arms. “How about 20%?”

“Not good enough, 50% would be reasonable.”

“50% means I will be having trouble with my other buyers selling to a foreign family for such a low cost, 25%.”

“Sir we are providing your family with a substantial amount of money to get things off the ground, I refuse to accept that percentage. In all honestly I refuse to accept anything less than 40%.”

“That will still cause me some issues, 35% is as high as I can go without making other families angry. With them angry I mind as well cancel this deal as it would cause us to lose rather than gain.”

“Fine, 35% off the price and we will expect a return on our investment with your casinos.”

“You will get your return and a little extra for all the hard work.”

Once our meeting was over with I had Alex take me to some dress shops around the area as I didn’t have anything to wear to the fundraiser. As I was browsing the dress selections in a rather small store I happened to hear a low cough next to me. I turned my head to find Seunghyun leaning against the wall smiling a devilish grin at me, I felt my heart speed up at the smile but kept my face straight.

“Well hello Sofia, what brings you here?”

“I would think it’s pretty obvious, I am looking for a dress.”

“I can see, let me guess, mama Kwon invited you to her fundraiser.”

“She did.”

“Well if you need anyone to give you on some feedback for your selection I humbly offer my service.”

I laughed at his comment just as a younger looking woman strolls up to him and links her arm with his.

“Oppa, where have you been? Why don’t you answer my calls?”

I watched Seunghyun try and shake his arm free and try to feed the poor woman some line as to why he was dodging her calls. I chuckled a bit to myself as I left the store and Seunghyun to defend for himself.

Over the next couple of days, I spent most of my time looking for a dress and buying things for my office. I had all the legal documents in order and only needed to furnish the place. Woo Bin, as he asked me to call him often stopped in to see if I needed anything and offered to help me with any heavy lifting or moving the furniture around. I thanked him but declined his offer as the furniture was just where I wanted it. He never stuck around and never invaded my personal space, he was very welcoming and it was very refreshing compared to some landlords back in the states.

The night of the party arrived before I knew it. Alex was there to drive me to the party and escorted me in, I told him I didn’t need him but he refused to leave me here alone but instead stuck to the shadows if I needed him. He wasn’t so much as concerned with my safety as a Rossi but as a woman with the dress I was wearing. I laughed at his concern and thought I was dressed rather modest compared to what I would have worn if I was back home. I had finally found a dress I liked, it was blood red and hugged my curves like a glove. The dress hung off my shoulders and didn’t show much cleavage nor was it low in the back, the only thing he had a problem with was how tight it was and the slit that went high up on my leg. Mama Kwon spotted me shortly after I arrived and wasted no time in dragging me around the room. She introduced me to the other board members of the cancer society, all of them were survivors of cancer like herself. She took the time to gush over the fact that I was a doctor and a friend of the family, the other women praised me for being where I was at such a young age. They mentioned that I would make a great addition to the Kwon family which made her laugh lightly. I knew Jiyong’s sister was already married but I was a little confused as to why she wasn’t trying to play matchmaker with him instead of me. She moved on to introducing me to other doctors and then was trying to get me set up on some dinner dates.

Thankfully Jiyong saw what his mother was doing and came to rescue me. He took me to the dancefloor where he apologizes for his mother acting that way.

“It’s ok, I am surprised she isn’t trying to marry you off.”

“I have an understanding with my parents about my love life. My heart belongs to another already so they know not to try anything.”

I smiled as I watched a smile grace his face and saw his eyes look around the room for someone. The way they lit up with love when they landed on whoever it was made me happy, I was about to turn to see who it was when I saw Seunghyun also on the dance floor with a woman. I watched them twirl around and couldn’t hold back my laughter at how the woman was practically throwing herself on him. Jiyong saw what I was looking at and also started laughing as he led me off the dance floor. We found the guys sitting at a table talking and we sat down with them chatting about this and that, I eventually excused myself and got up to grab another drink. As I walking to the bartender I happened to bump into Woo Bin.

“Sofia, what brings you here?”

“A friend invited me, what about you?”

“My family donates to the society.”

“That’s very nice of your family.”

“Would you care to dance?”

I nodded my head and allowed him to grab my hand leading me out to the dance floor. We danced a few songs laughing and talking about our day so far. The song eventually ended and we walk out to the balcony to get some fresh air. I was laughing at a joke Woo Bin had just made when we stepped past the curtains to find Jiyong and Seunghyun outside smoking. I stopped laughing when I saw the look on Seunghyun’s face, he wasn’t happy at all but I had no idea why.

“Well well look who we have here, good evening Seunghyun, Jiyong.”

“What are you doing here Woo Bin?”

“I was invited of course Seunghyun.”

“I don’t know why they keep inviting you back.”

Seunghyun says as he throws his cigarette bud on the ground and stomps it out before walking up to Woo Bin. Jiyong also steps forward but only to grab my hand and pull me to his side.

“Don’t be like that Seunghyun, we are all here for the same reason.”

“I doubt that.”

“I am just here to help the society that is all, no need to get your panties in a bunch.”

“Well then drop your check at the door and leave.”

“You shouldn’t act that way, especially in front of a lady.”

Both guys look towards me and I raised an eyebrow, clearly there was something between the two and it wasn’t good. Woo Bin turned towards me and grabbed my hand raising it to his lips to lay a soft kiss on my knuckles.

“I suppose I should bid you goodnight sweet lady, I fear I am unwanted here.”

Before I could respond Seunghyun did, “You aren’t.”

“If you need anything Sofia please don’t hesitate to call.”

He let my hand drop before he turned on his heels and strode right back into the ball-room to leave. I turned my attention to Seunghyun as I crossed my arms.

“Don’t look at me like that, that man is bad news. You need to stay away from him.”

“That man owns the building I have my office in. He has been nothing but nice to me and until I am given a reason to I don’t see a reason to stay away.”

“Sofia please just listen to me.”

“Seunghyun I am a grown woman and I can handle myself.”

Our conversation is cut short by my phone ringing along with Jiyong’s. We both answer and Alex is on the other end.

“Sofia we have a problem.”

Jiyong gathers his men and I walk to find Alex waiting with the car ready, Alex follows Jiyong’s car to a building where they have three men tied up. These men were caught trying to steal the guns that were being shipped to my family back home along with spying on the hotel where the Kwons were setting up their casino.

Jiyong slowly walks around the men and asks them who sent them and who they were working for. They all remained silent even after Jiyong took turns punching them in the face. The men were already bloodied from the fight they had with Jiyong’s men upon capturing them. Jiyong asked again before he pulled his gun from his holster and pointing it at one of them. I figured maybe they just didn’t have the motivation to talk so I walked up to him and put my hand on his that held his gun.

“Jiyong why don’t you give me some time with them. Which was is the leader of the group?”

“Probably this one.” He pointed to a larger man.

“Good, please have your men tie him to the table over there.”

Jiyong’s men did what I asked while I had Alex retrieve my black bag from the car. Once the man is strapped down I open my bag taking out my surgical tools. I put some black medical gloves before I grab my scalpel and walk towards the man making sure he sees the knife in my hand.

“All you need to do is give us a name and then you can leave here.”

He stayed silent.

“Don’t be that way, this won’t be good for you or them. Just a name, one little name and that’s all.”

Again silence.

I walk over to him and use the knife to cut off the buttons to his shirt exposing his chest.

“Did you know that it only takes roughly 4 minutes for you to bleed out if a main artery is cut rather than the 10 to 15 minutes it would take if you are just cut deeply. There are 20 main arteries in a human body, that’s 20 places I could easily cut and watch you bleed out from if you don’t give me a name. Or I could cut you and take my time watching you die. You can avoid each if you were to just give me a name.”

Silence.

“Ok, then.”

I ran my scalpel up and down his chest before I cut him right on his ribcage. He flinches from the pain but makes no sound and offers no name when I ask for one. I cut him again this time closer to the center of his chest. He plays the silence game for a good 10 minutes causing me to leave slice marks all over his chest. I made sure not to cut him deeply so that he wasn’t losing too much blood but he was starting to frustrate me.

I walked over to my bag and saw the guys sitting down on some chairs they had found just watching me do my work. I smile and reach into my bag for a pair of tweezers, I was ready to take this to the next level. I didn’t even bother asking the man for a name before I used the tweezers to grab his nipple while I used the scalpel to cut it off causing the man to scream out. It was the first sound he made all night and I figured maybe now I would be making some lead way. I put the nipple on his forehead and ask him again for name which his response was to spit at my face. I let out sigh before doing the same thing to his other nipple causing him to cry out again. I let him cry out in pain for a little bit as I stick my finger in the blood trail and draw a snake on his chest.

“A name is all I need.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wow he knows how to speak! Just give me a name.”

“Fuck you bitch, you won’t get shit from me you cunt.”

I heard one of the guys jump up before I heard Jiyong, “Sit down hyung, she has this.”

I turn to see an angry looking Seunghyun sitting back down, it was cute how he even now he was trying to play the protector. I look to Alex who was standing by my bag, not phased at all as he has seen me do this before and knew what was coming next.

“Alex if you would be so kind to help me.”

As Alex strips the man of his pants and underwear and I bring some gauze up to his bleeding nipple wounds and apply pressure to slow his bleeding.

“Sir a name, please give it to me and this will all stop. I will gladly stitch up your wounds and you will be on your way. If you don’t give me a name this will only get worse.”

“Fuck you.”

“So be it.”

I grabbed the tools I needed before I grabbed his unsnipped member, I set everything up and looked up at him and watched a look of horror spread across his face. I asked for a name again but he only glared at me. I shake my head and tell Alex to hold him still. I grab my scissors and being the procedure of cutting the excessive skin giving him a proper snip. I light my scalpel and use it to cauterize the blood vessels. The whole time the man is screaming bloody murder and trying to escape his confinement. The man finally stops screaming and I ask for a name again but get nothing. I decide to switch things up and walk with my bloody scalpel towards the other two men tied up.

“Maybe you two can provide a name and earn your release?”

The men look at each other with terror in their eyes.

“One name that is all I need.”

“Please miss, mercy. We were only following orders.”

“Mercy is what I will happily give you if you give me a name.”

“I wish we could but we never got one, hyung” me motioned towards the guy tied up, “he gave us the orders.”

“Who did your hyung get his orders from?”

“We don’t know, please mercy! We were only following orders.”

“Following orders isn’t good enough, I am sorry boys but your time is up.”

I walked up to them and cut their throats quickly before they had another chance to talk. Their bodies slumped forward as blood spills from their throats making a small stream on the floor. I turn towards their hyung who is awake and watching me. I smile as I walk back over to him hoping that he finally will give us a name.

“Such a shame your dongsaengs had to go like that, don’t let their deaths be in vain. Give me a name and allow me to be your angel of mercy.”

“You are no angel of mercy, you will be the angel of death for tonight you will take my life as well.”

I bent down to his face and tilted my head trying to look as gentle as possible, “I don’t have to be the angel of death, a name will earn your release and your life.”

“Kill me, I am sick of this bastard life anyways.”

“If that is your wish so be it, may your next life be better than this.”

I stood and sliced his throat letting the blood spill down the table and pooling at the floor. Alex came up to me with a bottle of water and helped me take my gloves off before he poured water on my hands and arm rinsing any blood from them. I grabbed the towel he had on his shoulder and dried my hands as I walked over to the guys. They were quiet the whole time as I was working for the name and the looks on their face showed just how surprised they were.

“Sorry guys, I was hoping he would give up a name. Usually in a situation like this someone always gives us a name.”

Jiyong stood and cleared his throat, “This isn’t the first time you have done this.”

“Of course not silly, I am sure you have done this plenty of times.”

“Not the way you did with the….” He motioned to my knife and then looked down before covering his manhood.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, “No this isn’t my first time doing that, I have done this many times in a professional setting and of course on these terms. I hope this didn’t bother you.”

“No not all, just my first time seeing that.”

“That’s good to hear. Now what will we do about the bodies.”

I turned to look towards the bodies and Alex who was pouring a sanitizing liquid over my tools. These were my first kills here and I wasn’t entirely sure how they handled this situation. Jiyong told me not to worry about it and he made a phone call for someone to clean up the mess. We agreed to meet later to discuss things and I bid them all goodnight before climbing into my car and going home.

NEXT CHAPTER

[lil-nct-scenarios-11]

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.”