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onlyswan · 3 years ago

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many moons | jjk

summary: your father sets off to find a way to get you the moon, not realizing he has already given it to you.

royalguard!jk x princess!reader, strangers to lovers

fluff, angst a bit, slightly suggestive / wc: 11.2k

warnings: brings up death but we r good dw, kisses nd making out, hickeys, they’re jus two lovers in love <3 :] + jk nose appreciation . this is rlly self indulgent fluff i think

note: hello. LOOK AT JUNGKOOK HE IS SO DREAMY OH MYGOD moving on this idea jus came to me very randomly 😭 this is based from the little fairytale many moons by james thurber <3 obv i changed a lot of things but the gist of the story is there mostly in first 1/4 hehe :] that’s all . lmk what u think ^__^

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“my daughter, tell me what i must do for you to be healed from your illness. i will do absolutely anything to bring back the days you used to live in the garden… my sweet, sweet daughter who loved the children and was adored by the townspeople.” your father weeps pitifully, kneeling on the floor beside your king-sized bed.

his hands hold one of yours in a tight grip, scared that you might disappear out of thin air if he were to let go.

he has called all the doctors within your ruling, and even kingdoms from far and wide. he has tried all forms of entertainment. magic, theater, and the arts. he resorted to allowing spells to be casted upon you, but you only grew sicker as the days passed. the bright light in your eyes your father once adored, the only source of inspiration and motivation in his life, has died out. you are his only family left. his most precious treasure. and he would do anything in power as the king to give you a joyful and comfortable life.

you stay quiet the entire time he cries out, your eyes looking far, far away. several royal guards stand on the grounds below your balcony as you wished your father to let you open the door and keep the curtains drawn, providing extra security for you to gaze at the moon longingly every night. the moon, your very best friend. the moon, who watches over you and smiles when you try to catch it in the palm of your hand. the moon, who changes in shape, gradually, from crescent to full - giving you hope that someday soon, you will become full once again. the moon, who you want to take with you everywhere you go.

“i will get you anything your heart desires.” the king says. “is there anything your heart desires?”

“father, the moon.” your voice soft, but weak. “bring me the moon, and i will be healed.”

the king perks up upon hearing your voice. you barely speak these days (it makes the pain worse), therefore it’s a delight for him in the rare occasions that you do. you make it count, he thinks to himself as you’ve given him a glimmer of hope in the brink of him giving up.

he stands up and dusts his knees, fixing his clothes to make himself look presentable again. and because he has many great wise men who have always gotten him everything he asks for, “then, my child, the moon you shall have.”

—

the next morning. the king calls his most trusted righthand man to the throne moon. tall, well-built, and has the strength of a thousand horses. dressed in a thick bronze armor. anything he asks for, the man brings a day or two after. his deep, low voice echoes and ripples as he greets the king.

“i want the moon.” the king demands. “the princess wants the moon. she will get well once it is in her possession.”

“the moon?” the man exclaims, his eyes widening.

“yes, the moon.” the king confirms. “m-o-o-n. the moon. the princess must have it as soon as possible. by today or tomorrow.”

the man wipes the sweat on his forehead. “i have got a great many things for you in my time, your majesty. ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds, black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber, hummingbirds’ tongues, angels’ feathers, and unicorns’ horns, giants, midgets, and mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadors, minstrels, and dancing women.”

“i don’t remember any blue poodles?”

“they went under my care after you asked for a different pet, my king.” the man answers, pulling out a photo of himself with two blue poodles sitting on his lap. the king squints, then shrugs with a grimace on his face.

“anyhow, what i want now is the moon.”

as much as he hates not being able to get something for the king, he doesn’t want to make a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep. “i have crossed countries to get things for you, my king. however, the moon is out of the question. it is 35,000 miles away and it is bigger than the room the princess lies in. furthermore, it is made of molten copper. i cannot get the moon for you. blue poodles, yes; the moon, no.”

the king flies into a rage and orders him to leave the room and to bring in the royal wizard.

the royal wizard is a short, thin man with a long face. he wore a high red peaked hat covered with silver stars, and a long blue robe covered with golden owls. his face grows pale when the king tells him that he wants the moon for his daughter, and that he expects the royal wizard to get it.

“nobody can get the moon,” the royal wizard says nervously. “it is 150,000 miles away, and it is made of green cheese, and it is twice as big as the palace.”

the king flies into another rage and sends the royal wizard back to his cave. then he summons the royal mathematician next.

“i want you to figure out how to get the moon for the princess. when she gets the moon, she will be well again.”

“the moon is 300,000 miles away,” says the royal mathematician. “it is round and flat like a coin, only it is made of asbestos, and it is half the size of this kingdom. furthermore, it is pasted on the sky. nobody can get the moon.”

the king flies into still another rage and sends the royal mathematician away. he sinks into his throne in despair. “every time i ask someone for the moon, it gets larger and farther away. nobody can get it for my princess. i am a useless father.”

the royal guards standing in the room hang their head. they have been watching him bend himself backwards to make his daughter all better, but nothing has worked.

the king’s day gets even worse when he is informed that for past weeks, visitors from surrounding kingdoms have been made victims of the rampant thieves in the public market. seemingly, non-residents are the targeted victims of these bandits. perhaps to purposely taint the name of the kingdom and damage its relationship with neighboring kingdoms. the news has reached their respective kings, and he has to reach out to them personally to apologize and make up for the crime done against their people.

—

you awake early in the morning when your father knocks on your door, and with a frail voice, you invite him to come in.

a tall young man with dark hair, probably the same age as you or a few years older, trails behind him wearing a uniform similar to those of the royal guards, but with contrasting differences. amidst your confusion regarding his identity, you can’t help but to admit that he is undeniably one of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

“i apologize for disturbing you this early, my princess. i have to depart on a long journey to take care of matters with our neighboring kingdoms, to preserve our allyship with them. the council will hold down the fort while i’m gone. it might take weeks, even months.” he strokes your hair fondly, and your eyes threaten to close from the drowsiness still resting in your spine.

“have you gotten me the moon yet?”

“regretfully, i haven’t. but as i go along this journey, i will also find a way to give you the moon. no matter what happens, my child.”

you feel a tug in your heart, but you still force a smile to avoid further hurting your father. your condition has affected him drastically, and you will carry that guilt for as long as you live. “don’t worry about me, father. i will wait for you however long it takes. please stay safe and healthy in your journey.”

he tries to speak, but the lump in his throat restricts him from doing so. he only nods, holding back his tears. he hates showing how weak he is. he wants you to trust in him that everything will be okay. he doesn’t want to further break your spirit.

“by the way, this is jungkook.” the king finally introduces the young man beside him.

“it’s my honor to serve you, your highness.” jungkook bows to you as a sign of respect.

“i know you don’t like royal guards loitering around your room. however, with the continuous crimes in our kingdom, i’m afraid someone might endanger your life while i’m away. from now on, jungkook will be watching over you and only you. he is well-trained and trusted, since he is also the son of our head chef of two decades.”

you still hate the idea of a pair of eyes watching over you 24/7, be it some doe eyes that naturally sparkles belonging to a beautiful boy. but your father is doing this for his peace of mind as well, so you bite your tongue from complaining. with a kiss on your forehead, the king leaves the room, and then his territory.

—

jungkook has a sweet smile, you observed for the first two weeks. you don’t hate his presence as much as you thought you would. he smiles whenever you call his name. he guards the door of your room from outside, occasionally he comes in to inspect your room and balcony. sometimes you ask him to stay to keep you company as you read or draw. he helps you come back to bed after your bath even though it’s wendy’s, your servant, job.

“you may leave, wendy. thank you.” you say as you sit down on your bed. she bows and leaves the room.

jungkook notices the drops of water still dripping from the ends of your hair. he hands you a towel from the top of the cabinet. “your hair is still wet, your highness. it might be uncomfortable for you to lay down.” you stare at his extended hand. he swallows nervously. “shall i call wendy for you?”

you shake your head and turn your back on him. a few seconds of silence as he tries to understand what you want him to do. “i give you permission to touch me.”

“princess?” he stutters, but sits down on the space behind you to comply. “are you sure?”

“go on. before my headache comes.” you encourage him, straightening your back to make it easier for him since he’s much taller than you. you can’t help but to smile at how gentle he is, as if losing a strand of your hair would be an unforgivable crime.

“i won’t break, you know? i’m very weak, but i won’t fall into pieces.”

“your highness, your strength is admirable.” jungkook says with utmost sincerity. he hears you from the outside, when you scream and cry at the splitting headache that comes in waves. the servant tends to you, and you drink medicine that alleviates the pain. you encounter this pain almost everyday. it comes randomly, until it started hindering you from doing your day to day activities. you hate it the most when it visits you while you eat.

it’s nauseating. exhausting. infuriating. it makes you want to die. but most of all, it pains you how your condition has negatively affected others as well. money, resources, time, energy, effort. all wasted on you. they say you are the princess after all, you deserve the best of care. but you don’t count yourself special or important. you’re just like everyone else, a person with imperfections and dreams and hopes. and alas, you had succumbed to the limits of being a human.

“thank you, jungkook.” strength? you have no more left of that, but you also amaze yourself when you survive each passing day. “you can talk to me casually. like wendy does. it’s more comfortable for me as well.”

“princess-”

you interrupt him by speaking your name. you repeat it once more. “you can call me by my name like i do yours, jungkook.”

it feels foreign on his tongue, but it’s the sweetest song you’ve ever heard. you both smile without the other knowing. the daffodils crowded in a vase on your nightstand let out a dreamy sigh at the sight.

—

wendy wipes the sweat off your forehead, down to your temples and collarbones as you cry against your pillow. you don’t- you don’t have the energy to scream today. it’s too painful for you to scream. it’s the type of pain that paralyzes even your tongue, every nerve in your body. you want to get rid of your head and find a brand new one. how wonderful would that be?

“it will be over soon. the king shall come back with the moon, and this will be over.” says wendy earnestly, stroking your back in a futile attempt to console you. you grip the sheets tighter, cold hands trembling as the waves slowly wash down. you force yourself to look at the night sky where the moon lies. the pearls falling from your eyes twinkle against the moonlight.

“wendy, would it be selfish of me to say i no longer want to be saved?”

silence falls upon for you a moment. with a heavy heart, wendy says, “absolutely not. the princess has never been selfish for a day in her life.”

—

jungkook is mesmerized by the way you hold the pencil. your hand never seizes even when your eyes are not on your sketchpad, but the subject. the subject being the plate of fruits they served you an hour ago. strawberries, grapes, mangoes, and bananas.

“do you want some fruits?” you ask him out of nowhere, breaking the thick silence in your room accompanied by the rustling of leaves and birds chirping outside.

“what?”

you snort at how blunt his accent sounds, far from the purposely low and formal tone he used to talk with. “the fruits. help yourself.” he doesn’t move from his spot. you finally tear your eyes away from your sketchpad and look at him with wide eyes. “go on. don’t worry, i’m done drawing.”

“aren’t you going eat them?” he asks worriedly, thinking about how you also barely touched your breakfast.

you shake your head. “however, i can’t finish everything. so you have to help me not waste food.” you set down your sketchpad next to the plate, popping a green grape in your mouth as jungkook seats infront of you. you smile in amusement at how awkward and stiff he looks.

“you can make yourself comfortable. like you’ve been visiting a friend’s house everyday for the past month. it’s only me here.”

you are very kind and friendly, jungkook thinks. you speak to everyone as if they’re a longtime friend and you want them to feel comfortable around you as much as possible, despising being treated like you’re a fragile piece of glass. you love people, that’s why he knows you must’ve been feeling excruciatingly lonely since you’ve fallen ill. and so he also pulls a green gape from its stem and lets the sweet nectar spread on his tongue.

“try the strawberries! they are the most delicious, from the farm half a kilometer to the right of the public market. i used to go strawberry picking there. i miss mister kim dearly.” your voice starts out cheery, then gradually turns sad. you bite off half of the strawberry you’re holding.

“oh, i used to visit mister kim’s farm too! my mother likes visiting the farms she personally gets fresh ingredients from and i tag along.”

a sweet smile forms on your lips at the mention of jungkook’s mother, and he is swept off his feet. “your mother is the best. i have never had an unsatisfactory meal in my life. never.”

“i count myself very lucky to eat her cooking everyday as well. she’s been trying out new recipes to serve you, princess.”

“oh, this is my first time hearing about that! i’m excited to taste them when they are ready to be served. i’m sure they will be scrumptious.”

you brush off the title. it would take some time for him to get entirely comfortable with you like you hope, and it can be something for you to look forward to. you don’t have much to look forward to these days.

jungkook can’t help but to casually take a glance at your sketchpad. he is thoroughly impressed by your drawing style. the attention to detail and shading at the all right places, the addition of doodles, how it reflects on your character.

you notice it, of course. “what do you think?”

he looks up to you, surprised of getting caught. he smiles sheepishly. “you are very talented. i see you drawing everyday, so my curiosity has been growing.”

you place the sketchpad on his lap. “feel free to browse through them. it would be nice for other people to see my drawings other than wendy. she must be getting tired of them.” you laugh lightly, biting on another strawberry.

“oh, i count this as a big honor. i draw and paint myself, and i know how our works can be extremely personal to us. thank you for trusting me.” his pretty doe eyes become wider, and you can’t help but to admire them. your hands itch to draw them and keep it in your memory box. to learn that he draws and paints leaves you even more deeply captivated by him. on top of his obvious skills in martial arts (he has a very impressive physique, 100% trusts him with your life) and swordsmanship, the requirements needed to serve as a royal guard in the kingdom.

“wow, you are an all-rounder. how can you be talented in so many areas of art?” you start gushing as he flips through your works. there are many drawings of the public market - the vendors, the products for sale, the children playing games on the dusty ground. different angles of the garden, the large swing hidden at the back of the castle, two birds hugging on a branch of a cherry tree. he paints them with colors in his mind, and they come to life as the bustling public market and a windy spring day. “what do you usually paint?”

“it varies, of course. since we live in a town with diverse and abundant blessings of nature, they are the main inspiration of my paintings. i guess we can say my works mostly lean towards the impressionism approach and technique. however, there are also times when i go the opposite way - i use bright colors and abstract shapes. it doesn’t depict anything particular in the real world, but only the image and meaning it has in my mind. i accept commissions, too. i like that my passion is also a source of living. it doesn’t feel like a job.”

aside from wendy, jungkook is the only person you’ve had a proper conversation with for the past months. your father has restricted you to your bedroom after all the attempts to heal your headaches failed. you understood that he was afraid of you having an attack in the middle of a compromised situation where you either receive no help or the surrounding factors only worsen your condition.

you are entranced the whole time he speaks. eyes trailing to his eyes, nose, lips; his delicate fingers flipping through the pages of your works, softly tracing the drawing of a smiling baby holding a daisy.

you turn your head towards your open balcony, where the garden stretched out beyond your view looks more beautiful than the last time you set foot on it. it is autumn after all. the servants are hard at work sweeping the fallen leaves, but it proves to be fruitless as a gust of wind passes by and more leaves dance as they settle on the ground.

“your drawings are magnificent, princess. you have a good eye and very special talent.”

jungkook’s heart flutters when you look at him with wide eyes filled with a lust for life as you spoke, “what if i draw you, and you paint me? at the garden. tomorrow.”

the idea piques his interest, but he is aware that you haven’t gone out of the castle in quite a long time. the king didn’t particularly instruct him to permit you from leaving, he reasons with himself. but he still can’t help but to worry.

“at the garden? what if you get a headache in the middle of it?”

“then we let it pass, and we continue again. if i don’t get out of this room soon, my illness won’t be the one to kill me, but the boredom will.”

you look so excited and hopeful, thirsty for a taste of the arts and life outside. how can he say no to you?

“then why not today?” he tilts his head, and you break out into a smile.

“the sun is about to set and your shift will be over soon. i don’t want to take up your free time. anyway, i love autumn mornings.”

you love autumn mornings, he makes a mental note. there’s no use in denying he would also like to spend the whole day with you, so he agrees. and he knows he made the right decision when your face lights up, the happiest he has ever seen you.

—

wendy watches from the other side of the tall castle doors as you drag jungkook by his forearm, happily running through the garden as you both carry your respective art materials. as if you didn’t fall asleep at 4am through your pounding headache clutching at her servant’s uniform. you woke up with a smile on your face, telling her that you’re spending time with jungkook at the garden today. and she didn’t have the heart to interject. she has been a silent observer. she has seen the stolen glances, the shy smiles, the casual attempts of keeping his presence with you.

your giggles are contagious, like a song that can lift up anyone’s mood. the royal garden is almost like a maze with how vast it is and how diverse the species of plants are. he understands how you grew up to be a person filled with wonder, love, and positivity. you practically lived here instead of your room since you were a child, he remembers his mother talking about you fondly.

you both set down your materials against a tree. you slip off your shoes, leaving them behind as you waltz around the garden, gathering flowers. your dress that stops above your ankles flows gracefully, and your hair slightly blows from the wind. he picks up your shoes and follows you idly.

“do you want to hold flowers in the painting?” he asks curiously. the various colors of dahlias catch his attention, and he can’t help to touch a pink one in admiration.

“do you want me to?” you turn to look at him, hands occupied by lavender, larkspur, baby’s breath, and eucalyptus. “this is for your flower crown.” you smile when you notice he’s not very sure how to respond. “i’ll make it for you. you’ll look pretty in it. don’t worry!”

pretty. that’s not an adjective usually used to compliment a man, but it made him feel flattered more than he expected.

jungkook is leaning against the tree, switching between watching the wonderful view of the garden and you, who is keeping your focus on creating his flower crown.

“be careful with the wire.” he reminds you for the fifth time which makes you giggle. “do you need some help?”

you shake your head. “i want to finish it on my own. i’m gathering small victories today. stepping out of the castle, making a flower crown, drawing a pretty adonis.”

your words sure does something to him. his nose scrunches in shyness. “you’re doing so well, princess.”

“thank you, pretty adonis.”

in all honesty, you’re slightly on edge. he hasn’t seen you cry and curl up in pain, and it would be embarrassing if the headache hits in the middle of your artsy autumn day. but you try your best to brush it off to make the most out of this rare occasion granted to you.

you place the flower crown on his head, fixing up the hair infront of his eyes a little. “yay, it’s finished!”

“how do i look? pretty?” he gives you a bunny smile, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“pretty,” you answer. “do you want to see? let’s go to the pond!” you don’t let him answer. you immediately stand up and tug at his forearm again, and eventually you’re dragging him on the other side of the garden.

you bend down together to look at your reflections. he looks at himself from both left and right, delicately tucking his hair behind his ear. “you made a beautiful flower crown, princess. have you always made them?” you hum as an answer, too busy looking at all the fishes swimming around the pond. you haven’t seen them in forever.

“let’s go out again tomorrow and feed the fishes. i haven’t done that in so long.”

“of course. whatever makes the princess happy.”

“aren’t you glad you no longer have to stand in one place for the whole day anymore? i imagine you were becoming inanimate from the extreme boredom.” truly, you felt bad for him. standing outside on the hallway and getting pushed aside by servants when you ring the bell signalling the pain is at its worst and you need attending to, to having to continue standing there on guard as your weeping crawls through the cracks of your door. then standing inside your room beside the door or the balcony, as you knit or read or study or draw - striking up small talks here and there or taking a nap.

“i must admit, i am enjoying the garden more than the castle hallway.” he chuckles, feeling lighter after seeing how the flower crown looked on him. “you look more beautiful with the sunlight on your face.”

it’s his turn to make you blush. you lightly hit his arm jokingly. “my room’s poor lighting does not do my beauty justice, does i- fuck!” you lose your balance for a bit, almost falling in the pond but jungkook’s fast reflexes saves you from complete embarrassment.

you both fall on your asses on the ground, chest heaving from the shock. you look at each other before you burst out laughing. “i didn’t know you use curse words!”

“of course i do. just don‘t tell my father! he uses them but prohibits me from doing the same. a hypocrite.”

he fakes a gasp and shocked face. you giggle. “we’re all a bit hypocrital, don’t you think? i know i am.”

“i think so too.” he admits with a laugh. it’s his turn to grab your forearm to pull you up, but you stay rooted in your place and look up to him. you capture a mental image of how he looks tall from this angle, how he is blocking the sun, and how he is holding the flower crown to his head to prevent it from falling. then you let him pull up your weight.

—

you came back to your previous spot under the tree with jungkook leaning on it, and you sitting directly infront of him, the closest you’ve ever been. you wanted to focus on drawing the details of his face.

“you have a defined jaw. like of the greek gods. it’s attractive. i like it.”

“thank you.” he smiles. again. your bluntness is refreshing, at the same time a little overwhelming. he has heard a lot of things about you, with you being the princess of the land and all. the smile on your face never leaves. you play with children and buy them food. you like listening to the townspeople’s folk stories. and everyone is fond of you. he finally understands why, it’s because of your transparent honesty. it is, without a doubt, what draws everyone into you.

he is mesmerized by the way the sunlight kisses your skin, and how blissfully unaware you are of your surroundings as you immerse yourself in your drawing. and him, the muse. “i also like your nose.”

“really? that’s the first compliment it has gotten. my family teases me that i’m adopted because i’m the only one who has a big nose.”

you react as if it’s the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard. “what? it’s perfect! it’s my favorite feature of your face!”

“you like it that much?“ if you keep going at this rate, he doesn’t think he won’t be able to stop himself from liking you.

you flip the sketchpad and show your progress so far, mostly finished with his face and hair, with only rough outlines of his neck and the flower crown yet. “how is it so far?”

he tilts his head. “you have golden hands. i think drawing jungkook looks better than the real jungkook.”

“not true. you give me too much credit.” you wave him off, biting your lower lip as you continue with drawing.

you learn some things about him as you busy yourself. he crossed a rainbow in his dream last night. his favorite color is black. his brother recently got married and is having a baby in seven months. the fortune teller said it’s going to be a girl. their father got slightly disappointed. every father wants a son and every grandfather wants a grandson. that’s how it is in this world.

“my father was also the same. but he said he had a change of heart when i spoke my first word.”

“what was your first word?”

“king.” you answer with a laugh. you’re not sure yourself if it was sarcastic or not. jungkook looks at you with an emotion you can’t name, but you keep the smile on your face and show him the finished drawing. “i’m finished. we can have lunch now.”

he takes it from your hand to inspect it from a much closer angle. you hold your breath in anticipation. your eyes land on the tattoos on his right hand. you start wondering if they’re also his own drawings. “i love it. i can’t explain it well, but also looking at your other drawings, you see something special in every person and you incorporate that in a special way in your works.”

jungkook is the first person to make you feel truly seen, you think, as you spend more days in the garden bathing in each other’s artistic bliss. he taught you how to use watercolors one day, you drew the pond and he did a painting of it the next. you made it a daily thing to feed the fishes. your drawings of him are kept neatly in between the pages of his treasured journal under his pillow at home. a painting of you laying down on the swing as you read a book hangs on the wall outside your room. and another of you looking down from your balcony hangs beside your vanity. he refused the money you tried to give for his service, claiming that his pay as your guard is already more than enough. today, he paints another one of you holding a white lily against your chest on the first snowfall.

“lily is the flower of death. this is the most alive i’ve felt in a long time. i want everyone to remember me like this. for when the time comes, no matter how old i am.”

he despises the idea of such a beautiful soul departing the earth. it makes his stomach turn. but you were smiling as you said those words, and behind that smile he knows you’re still suffering inside. the headaches started to only come at night, you told him. that’s why you take a lot of naps in the garden, guarded by him, of course.

in all honestly, you have started to feel like the moon is mocking you, for being high up in the sky while you can barely lift your head up from your pillow. and you’re not quite sure if you still want it anymore. but everyone is trying their best for you. your father has exhausted all options. and wanting the moon is giving them hope that perhaps you will still get better.

“aren’t you cold?” he worriedly asks, the hand holding the paintbrush pausing. you’re wearing a thick matching sky blue hat and coat over a long white dress, feet covered by brown winter boots. your gloved hands patiently holds the white lily.

you smile and scrunch your nose when a snowflake lands on it, shaking your head. “no? don’t i look like a winter fairy?”

“you are the fairy of every season.”

“poetic,” you tease him. “and because of that, i’ll personally make you hot chocolate in the royal kitchen.”

and that you did. after the painting session, you waltz into the royal kitchen and make two mugs of hot chocolate. his mother holds your hand as the running cold water soothes the burn on your fingers, from when you accidentally touched a pot fresh from the fire. you hang your head in embarrassment.

jungkook sees you from afar, both hands occupied. he puts down the paintbrush after adding some finishing touches to the painting. the sky has turned grey, and the lamps light up one by one as you approach the swing.

you hand him the mug filled almost to the brim, and sit down holding yours, filled only halfway. he is about to take a sip before, “blow on it first. i don’t want you to burn your mouth.” his slightly opened lips slowly pucker up, blowing lightly on the hot beverage. what an adorable idiot.

he takes a sip once he deems it warm, face lighting up at the sweet delightful taste washing over his tongue. his body and heart instantly feel warmer. you also take a sip from your mug while looking at his reaction. “i like how it has the right amount of sweetness. my mother goes a little overboard with it sometimes.”

you laugh loudly at his unexpected confession. to expose such information regarding the head chef to the princess is ballsy. you’ve grown significantly closer to each other, the distances between you getting smaller as days pass by. “don’t tell her i said that though! she doesn’t talk to me for weeks when she gets upset!”

“i’m not sure. it might come up one of these days. she was there when i made these.” you speak in a sing-song voice, swinging your feet back and forth.

he stifles a gasp, putting a hand over his heart in pretend pain. “you’re not going to betray me like this, are you?”

“you know i like talking to people. you should think before y-”

it lasts for a few seconds, his plush pink lips against yours. it is sudden, but you swear time stops, until he pulls away slightly breathless. “is that the only way to keep you from talking?”

you blink, still processing what he had done. your grip on the handle of the mug tightens. and then you nod, eyes meeting his, then down to his lips. “do it again. until i become sick of it.”

since when has hot chocolate made a person drunk? or is he simply drunk on you? he gets his answer when he kisses you again, and this time, you respond with a much more intense fervor. of course, it’s you.

—

“you can’t take painkillers tonight. you know you can only have them every now and then. too much is always harmful.”

your shoulders drop at wendy’s words, hands coming up to your pounding head. you feel the tears start to surface. “wendy?”

“what?” she fixes the pillows behind your back.

“you know how i’ve been spending everyday with jungkook?”

“i know. you started autumn, and it’s already winter.”

you bite back a smile through your pain, wiping away the tears that escaped. “it’s weird. i feel alive and healthy when i’m with him, but once he’s out of sight, that’s when the pain comes. it doesn’t make much sense to me.” she pulls up your fluffy blanket all the way to your chest, climbing up on your bed to watch over you. wendy is in her middle 20’s. and she has been spending it taking care of you. you feel guilty robbing off her golden years.

“does it hurt?” she strokes your head with delicate hands.

“hurts so much that i feel numb to it.” it also affects your hearing, like you’re submerged underwater. you close your eyes to lessen the workload your brain is dealing with. it is suffering enough. “i don’t want to conclude that he makes the pain go away. i admit that i like him more than a friend. so i don’t want to reduce his presence in my life to a cure. he is much more special than that.”

“then don’t, my love. you feel alive and happy when you’re with him. just leave it at that, and don’t overanalyze it.” she glances at the single lily in the vase placed on your nightstand. “continue being happy. that’s the true cure.”

—

your upper body slumps over the giant ball of snow, the very bottom of the snowman you and jungkook are making. except he is the only one making the next one because you already got tired from the one you’re resting on.

he is sitting on the ground, the red beanie with a fluffball on the top sitting on his head stands out in the white wonderland. you made him ditch the itchy guard uniform when the weather started to get colder, before the snow even fell. he wears overalls when he paints. it’s your favorite on him. you watch him gather snow from around him with an amused smile. whatever it is he does, he does diligently. protecting you, painting you, making a snowman with you.

while he keeps himself busy, you remove yourself from the big lump of snow. you use it as a hiding spot, crouching behind it to make some snowballs without him seeing. he gets a bit nervous when he sees that you’re not where you’ve been for the past fifteen minutes.

he calls out your name. you don’t move a muscle. “where did you go?!” he stands up to begin searching for you, and it serves as the perfect opportunity for you to hit him with your snowballs, made with care and affection. one hits him on the shoulder, the other on his stomach. he clutches it in shock, wide doe eyes looking at your laughing figure in horror.

“you’re going to pay for this!” you scream and run for your life when he starts chasing you with the big ball of snow he has been working on, two sets of different footprints drawing an image of a wonderful time all over the royal garden.

you thought that you can make your great escape to the castle, but your feet eventually give up and you fall down on your back. he finds you making a snow angel when he finally catches up to you. he drops the giant snowball to lay beside you, copying your movements and moving his limbs back and forth.

both your giggles fill the chilly air, and you can see your breath.

“jungkook?”

he hums in question.

your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest. but you’re feeling carefree and bold. “i think you already know, but i really like you.”

his body hovers over you, his face so close to yours. he gives you his famous bunny smile. “i know. i really like you too.” you pull him by the collar for a kiss, his lips slightly chappy from the cold but you couldn’t care less. it feels so good to have someone this close, this sweet. his tongue begs for entrance, and without inhibition, you let him meet yours.

you pull away biting your lower lip, suddenly feeling warm all over. and you can’t fight the urge to also give his nose a kiss.

he haven’t told you this yet, but he likes it when you do that. “you might like my nose an abnormal amount.”

you smile shyly. “i told you it’s my favorite part.”

“while we’re in the topic, we lost the carrot nose for the snowman.”

you groan at his statement. “it’s your turn to steal from the kitchen.”

—

the plants slowly recover from the winter season and the flowers that died are ready to sprout again for the spring. the headaches have gradually become less intense and less frequent - manageable to a degree. the royal physician said that you look much healthier than the last time he saw you, and that the fresh air is doing you good. from a corner, jungkook was relieved to hear that. you are finally getting better.

you think about your father, who must be traversing the entire country to find someone who can get you the moon. you pray that he comes home soon, for you no longer need the moon, but a father.

today, with a basket hanging on your forearm, you drag jungkook’s hand until you step out of the castle gate. you chirp out a good afternoon and the royal guards bow down automatically. with a radiant look on your face, you say, “i need to buy some things from the market.”

you are practically prancing during the entire walk. “what are we shopping for?” he asks in curiosity, two steps behind you as you casually twirl in the middle of the path.

“fresh bread. pencils. ribbons. maybe new shoes! or dress?”

you sound so enthusiastic, and you are where jungkook finds joy these days. he feels honored to be a part of your first times in forever. as much as it makes him sound like a lovesick fool, he’d let you drag him to the ends of the earth.

you squeal in excitement when you see a grey bunny run through the bushes, quickly pointing it to him. “bunnies are so adorable!”

he catches up to you, sliding his hand on your waist. you look down on it and hide a tight-lipped smile. “do you want one as a pet?”

“we had bunnies before, but one bit my father’s finger so they were banned inside the castle.” you continue walking as you tell him the story. a few passersby look at you with recognition. “it was his fault though! he hurt it while playing around. i love him, but he can be quite ridiculous at times.”

he chuckles at your whiny voice. “relationships with parents are complicated. they do many things that are not agreeable, but the love stands out at the end of the day.” you nod along to his words, since you’ve heard about his arguments with his parents as well.

“i’m worried about him. it’s been months and months.”

he gives you delicate head pats to comfort you. “he will come home soon. he won’t let his daughter miss him too much.” that gains him a kiss on the nose.

he scratches the back of his head, and you giggle at his bashfulness. “you are insufferable.”

—

jungkook looks at you and the accessories stand vendor back and forth as you agree with whatever the other is saying.

“a woman can also buy her lover a ring, right jungkook?”

“right, your highness! exactly!” the middle-aged woman butts in, eager to sell her products to the princess. this can attract more customers, she thinks as people take a second to stop and watch you.

you take jungkook’s big hand in yours, sliding a silver ring in each of his three longest fingers. “so do you want the bear, the engraved crescent moons, or this plain black circle?” you grab another ring on the red clothed table and show him. “this dagger one looks good too.” he gives you his other hand voluntarily, and it fits just right on his index finger. he takes his time looking at each ring before reaching a decision.

“i like the dagger and the moon the best.”

“yes, yes. very neat choices. you chose a man with exquisite taste, princess.” the vendor rambles, handing him two velvet boxes for his chosen rings. you open your basket and he drops them inside. you move on to other stands after paying.

you lace your hands with him to not lose each other in the sea of crowd. you smile at everyone who greets you and ignore the knowing looks they send at your interlaced hands. the princess stepping out of the castle in more than a year, holding hands with a man of no royal position. you know that’s what they’re thinking. people thrive off gossip afterall.

he shows you his ring clad hand, the one also decorated with ink. his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, a few tattoos scattered on his forearm. “i appreciate the rings you bought me. i shall wear them everyday from now on.”

“i’m glad you like them. i’ll get upset if i see you not wearing them.” you warn him jokingly.

you buy the things you intended to get. pencils from your usual stationery shop. a new dress from a shop you haven’t seen before. one of jungkook’s favorite things about you is when you twirl, and your dress flows naturally. it’s a habbit of yours that has grown on him. then ribbons from your cousin’s small business stand. she spends quite some time hugging you and teasing you about jungkook, until you bring up her past lover. apparently they broke up in autumn.

you use a purple ribbon right away, typing the upper half of your hair. “pretty?”

jungkook tucks your hair behind your ear. “pretty,” and then he’s leading you somewhere without saying anything.

“hey! where are we going?”

he brings in the middle of an alley, hidden from the crowd of prying eyes. you lean on the wall and set down your basket on the ground, now feeling the slight pain on your feet from all the walking. “i haven’t kissed you today.” he juts out his bottom lip, craving some more affection today.

so he asks for kisses now. you have come a long way and it makes you giddy. “come kiss me then, lover boy.” with a hand on the side of your neck and the other around your waist pulling you closer to his body, he kisses you deeply. you clutch at the cloth of his shirt to ground yourself, getting lost in the way he is making you feel. every kiss only gets better, only drives you crazier.

being free is different from being liberated. in a world where women experiencing simple pleasures is discussed in hushed conversations, you found a man who is more than willing to indulge you. and you welcome him with open arms. his lips trail down to your jaw until they reach your neck, placing kisses before sinking his teeth into your skin, soothing it with a lick of his tongue.

you breath out his name shakily, hand tugging at his dark locks when he then starts to suck and play with his tongue. “hmm, that feels good.” his actions shoot pleasure through your spine, tingles all over your body like you’ve never felt before. once he’s satisfied with the marks he left, he kisses you on the lips again. you feel him tug at the ribbon behind your head, letting your long hair fall down. he pulls away with a cheeky smile on his face, using your hair to cover up the hickeys he left on your neck.

“you did more than just kiss.” the sight of your blown pupils awakens something in him, but he holds down his masculine urges.

“did you like it?” he brushes your hair using his fingers. you nod your head, arms wrapping around his waist for an embrace. “do it again next time.”

he leans his cheek on the top of your head. “for my love.”

—

the last thing in the list is bread. the vendor at the bread stand is an unfamiliar face which saddens you, but you do what you’ve done so many times before and buy off the entire day’s worth of their different kinds of bread. you put some in your basket. then distribute the others to the children playing nearby, the children selling trinkets and lanterns and homemade treats.

you think you start falling deeper for jungkook as you watch him interacting with them, carrying a three-year-old against his hip and feeding her tiny bites. a small boy tugs at your dress, mouth full and open palms. you laugh at his antics. “okay, here’s some more. share with your siblings, okay?” he nods obediently, running to his brothers and sisters hugging the food.

—

jungkook hasn’t processed how this happened. to be exact, you eating dinner with his parents in their house. they’re both warm and welcoming, keeping you entertained with stories about their children. his mother cooked the food, of course.

you walked back to the castle hand in hand, already at the gates when you suggested that you wanted to visit his home. and then suddenly he was in between you and his mother walking to the path towards their house. it was almost like a giant cottage, with vegetables planted at the front yard. it has five rooms, the three currently vacant with the rest of his siblings already married.

of course, his parents already know that the two of you are in a relationship. basically, the entire castle knows. but they keep you comfortable and treat you with utmost care, avoiding topics that will bring down your spirit.

the moon is peeking from the window, watching over the dinner table. he keeps looking at you with worry despite all the smiles and giggles.

“you can stay the night if you want, princess. it’s quite dangerous and scary outside if you walk all the way back to the castle.”

you look at jungkook for his approval of his mother’s suggestion, and he nods with a smile, stroking your hair. unconsciously, he gathers them to fall over your back, revealing the marks he left on you earlier. his father drinks some water to hide the smile on his face, and his mother elbows at his side to scold him. you stand up to get him more water when he chokes and gets into coughing fit. the mother and son nag at him for being careless.

you come out of the bathroom drying your hair with a towel, body clad in jungkook’s clothes. his shirt is almost like a dress, so it also works. he perks up from his seat, taking it upon himself to dry your hair instead. his parents already retreated to their room because they need to wake up early for work. “where do you want to sleep? my sister’s room is pink. do you wake up in the middle of sleeping from the headaches too?”

you shake your head. “beside you. and not anymore.”

“okay. i’ll watch over you until you fall asleep.” he kisses your temple from behind before reaching for your hand, bringing you to his room, the last door on the right.

your basket is resting on top of his organized but crowded desk. his bed is against the wall, just right for two people, with two pillows and a thick blanket. beside is a small cabinet with a lamp sitting on top of it. infront of the bed is a window with a view of the backyard - the clothing line, potted plants, and a field stretched forward for more than a hundred meters.

you choose to lay down on the spot beside the wall, it makes you feel safer.

“come to bed quickly. i want to hug.” you pout at jungkook, patting the space beside you. he places a pitcher of water and a glass on his desk.

“want to see something cool first?”

you squint at him in suspicion. “what is it?”

he flips down the light switch. in the midst of the pitch dark, a faint light coming from his ceiling catches your attention. “they’ve been there since i was six. but i’m too lazy to remove them even when i became an adult so they’re still there.”

you gape at the glow in the dark stars and the big crescent moon in the middle. you finally understand why he chose the ring engraved with crescent moons. he lays down next to you as you keep your eyes on the celestial bodies pasted on his ceiling. “no wonder you cross rainbows and talk to trees in your dreams. this is nice.”

he makes you use his arm as a pillow, and you put your arm over his stomach. “well, what do you dream about?”

“i usually don’t remember my dreams. the one that sticked out the most was when a troll my father kept in the dungeon escaped and chased after me.”

“god, that sounds horrible.” his body vibrates with his chuckles. “you smell like me.”

“well, you made me use your bath essentials.”

“i like it,” he hums, turning on his side to embrace you. and you’re glad that he did, because you gradually feel a headache looming over. your temples start to throb painfully. you swallow in panic. this has never happened with jungkook. this is the first time in the five months he’s been beside you. however, you stay quiet and only snuggle to him closer. no one can magically make it go away, you finally realized. not even him. and somehow, that makes you feel relieved.

there’s no other option but to let it pass, so you don’t want to put him in unnecessary distress. the forehead kiss he gives you is more than enough to get you by. you secretly wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes and eventually fall asleep an hour after him.

spending the night over at jungkook’s house became a regular thing, sleeping at the castle for only three nights a week. jungkook invited wendy to stay in one of the vacant rooms, but she declined even with your persuading.

you feel loved and cared for in their home, as if you are a part of their family. in contrast to silent dinners with your father sitting on the other side of the ridiculously long dinner table, dinners with the jeons are lively and filled with a feeling you can only call contentment. they don’t teach you that concept in the castle.

you and his father spend time together tending to their vegetables. carrots, cabbage, radish, potatoes, green onions, and more. jungkook occupies himself training with the punching bag in the corner when that happens.

“i used to train him when he was younger, but now he’s much stronger than me. it’s the most upsetting thing about growing old. brittle bones and declining muscles.” he shakes his head at the sight of his son trying to impress his girlfriend infront of his own father, but also lifts him up anyway.

in the afternoon, you visit the public market and help the children with their homework. teaching them together has shown you how long can jungkook’s patience run. he sighs when he’s starting to get annoyed with the unrecognizable doodles they paint on his arms with ink instead of learning how to count from eleven to twenty or why the plants need the sun. but you have a fun time with the game you play afterwards - guessing the things they drew on him.

your sleeping positions with jungkook also have new variations. one day you woke up with his head on your chest, and then the other on your back as you face the wall. sometimes when you’re feeling particularly needy, you lay on top of him. when you’re having a headache, he peppers your face with kisses and strokes your hair until you get tired and fall asleep through the pain.

“it’s significantly better than before. i don’t even cry anymore, see?” you use his hand to pat your eyes. “so don’t worry about me too much.”

“you don’t deserve this pain. i wish i can make it go away.”

“you do, when you hug me.” so he hugs you some more.

you playfully bit his nose once and he bit your cheek as revenge. the marks he loves leaving on you are also all over your chest now, and he stops when you tell him enough, his cherry lips meeting yours again. you’re addicted at how his hazy eyes drink you in after.

—

you and jungkook venture back to the castle at noon, noticing more royal guards on the grounds than usual. you quickly look at each other in confusion before you smile and greet them.

a worried wendy stands infront of the door, who then runs toward you once she recognizes your approaching figure. “the king has arrived! he’s been waiting for you!”

your body moves faster than your brain, your feet carrying you to the throne room as fast they can. his back is facing you, catching up with a few of the council members.

“father!” he turns at the sound of your voice echoing in the room, and you jump on him with a hug. with a gleeful laugh and teary eyes, he spins you around. when he sets you down, you hold him by the shoulders.

“father, i’ve been healing. my health has improved drastically, and i’m very much happy. so i don’t need the moon anymore. i feel guilty for taking you away from the people, the people who needs their king. why were you gone for so long?” sobs rip out from your throat, falling apart in your father’s arms. you reminisce of everything that you’ve gone through. all the unspoken words and the insurmountable grief for what was lost translates into unrelenting cries.

“i apologize, my child, for making you wait a long time. i wasn’t going to come home without the moon. we fought monsters to meet with sorcerers living in the darkest forests and deepest caves, but not a single one gave us a positive answer. along the journey, i heard the news that you’ve healed and is living amongst the people again.” his eyes meet with jungkook, who changed into his royal guard uniform in record time. jungkook stiffens in his bowing position at his next words. “i also learned that you’ve made a very good friend.”

you pull away from him, wiping your tears with the back of your hands and following his gaze. “oh, a very good friend. jungkook has never neglected me. i am happy and healthy, father. exactly the way you’ve been praying to the gods.”

the king starts laughing like a mad man once he realized that he unintentionally brought the two of you together, which then led to your healing. you didn’t need the moon, but only love and care.

the entire room looks at him in concern. the wince on your face makes the council members cough back their laughter.

“ah, this is nothing! i am just overjoyed and thankful to the heavens that all is well again. this calls for a feast!”

—

the king calls for jungkook in the library to personally talk to him in private. the celebration is open for the general public; therefore, the party is being held inside the castle all the way to the garden. they both watch you from the window, surrounded by little children infront of the desserts section.

“i am relieving you of your royal duties. after all, i only begged your mother to serve the princess for a few weeks. obviously, weeks became months.” he pats jungkook on the shoulder, a fond smile etched on his face. “what i ask of you now is to take care of her as her man. i am unlike other kings who wed their daughters to princes to gain more power. i value her happiness over that. i also respect her individuality and independence. i let her live a life outside the castle because i don’t want to limit her world to a neglectful father who can’t attend to his responsibilities.”

“your majesty, i vow to love and care for the princess for as long as i live. i will not give you a reason to disapprove of me. i will work hard to make myself a man worthy of your daughter.”

“you already are to me. you brought back her bright smile. look.” he encourages jungkook to look at you again, dancing with a little boy who has a rose in between his teeth. he can’t help but to also smile at the scene unfolding. “no relationship is perfect. there will come a time when you make her cry, and she makes you cry. so i need you to remember this; what’s most important is that you learn how to admit when it’s your mistake.”

the king’s advice leaves a mark on jungkook.

—

only he didn’t exactly envision himself crying like this - at the sight of you in a white dress, walking down the aisle holding a bouquet of pink roses and lilies, white daisies, and lavender. he looks over at his side in embarrassment, a hand over his mouth. his best man pats him on the back, nodding with his eyes closed as if to say ‘i understand it’s an emotional time, but get it together brother.’ the sun is blazing hot on this august day, also an expectant guest who attended the venue. the field behind jungkook’s house.

“i think he’s taking this way too seriously.”

“isn’t he just acting?”

“he should be an actor at the theater.”

“he looks funny!”

“shhh, quiet!” the little boy who took the role of the priest shushes the small crowd of seated children watching the play wedding.

when you reach the altar, you can’t help but to giggle at the sight of jungkook’s tear-stained face, a hand reaching out to wipe his cheeks dry. “are you joking or are you seriously crying?”

“i refuse to satisfy that question with an answer.” he catches your hand and places it on the crook of his arm, patting it gently. “now let’s get married.” the crowd cheers, and you look at them with a joking threat.

the ceremony commences. the priest straightens the glasses that he stole from his father, clearing his throat. “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy ma-” he stutters at the next word, squinting at his script. “matrino- matrimony.”

“you’re doing great.” you whisper to him.

“really? thank you.” he crouches and whispers back before standing up straight again. jungkook stifles a laugh.

“jungkook, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do,” he answers while looking at you, a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

“___, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do,” you pinch his arm lightly when he winks at you.

the guests behind you start clapping and whistling. “kiss the bride!”

“just on the cheek! we’re children!”

“why cheek only? i want to see.”

the priest scolds them again, threatening to spray them with water. you bury your face in your hands at how outrageous this event is. “let them wear the rings first! we practiced this!”

you and jungkook face each other, the ring bearer entering the scene. on top of a small pillow are two silver rings, the thin one for you, and the thicker one for jungkook.

“the groom first. and repeat after me.”

he takes your left hand and slowly slides the ring on your ring finger, looking at you with loving eyes as he spoke. “i give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.”

then it’s your turn, except you have a hard time looking at his eyes because of the intensity of his stare. as if you’re legally getting married right now. you choose to focus on his neatly done eyebrows instead. “um, i give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.”

“by virtue of the authority vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride.” the boy takes off the dizzying glasses and props his elbows on the table, watching the two of you eagerly as if you’re the stars of a romantic play at the local theater.

jungkook tilts your chin so you’re looking directly at him. you swallow nervously. “don’t give me that look.” you whisper shout.

“what look?” he acts innocently, batting his eyelashes.

“that look you give me when you basically eat me alive.”

the guests start complaining.

“what’s taking so long?”

“HURRY UP!”

“reminder! only on the cheeks, okay?”

“can you shut your mouth?”

jungkook finally kisses you. half of his lips touches yours, giving the side of the audience the illusion that he is only kissing the corner of your mouth. the priest slaps his forehead in dismay, popping out from the side and shaking his head.

this causes an uproar, jungkook defending himself with wild gestures of his hands. “i didn’t kiss her on the lips! you saw it, right? it was just here. that’s her skin. no lips!” you watch the commotion with a hand on your hips, sighing at the scene.

you wait for another five minutes, now sitting on one of the chairs as he defends himself against the court. he looks at you helplessly.

“everyone, i’m getting hungry. the reception is at the palace. shall we go now?”

of course, that diverts the attention of the children. they run off the field to ride the carriage, leaving you and jungkook behind.

“i’m starting to think they hate me!” he whines, snaking his arms around your waist to hug you tightly, nuzzling his face on your neck.

you laugh at his despair, patting his head. “that’s not true. kids like teasing people they’re fond of.” you give his nose a quick kiss, making him scrunch it adorably.

“can i kiss you properly now?”

you look around before shrugging. “sure, my love.” he holds your face in his hands and kisses you fully this time, his lips moving against yours in a steady rhythm. you end up looking like a pair of lovesick fools, smiling in the middle of a kiss.

“i’m still here, you know?”

you both gape in horror at the boy who wedded you, standing with his arms crossed and judging eyes weighing you down.

jungkook gulps nervously. “you did not see that.”

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Yandere! Viktor x reader x Yandere! Five

HEEEY! It’s the Hargreaves kids’ birthday today, and you know who else? I have!! hehe i just want to take the opportunity to let everyone know 😎 i was planning to write a whole bunch of posts in honor of this, but due to illness i will write 1 or 2 so…. happy birthday to Sparrow & Umbrella Academy, me and the rest of the lucky ones that wasn’t adopted by Reggie!🎉🎉

Let’s start from the beginning, okay?

Almost all of Viktor’s life is self-loathing and endless attempts to live like a “normal” person, but something goes wrong every time.

Leonard? Dead. Sissy? Dead. Harlan? Dead.

Seriously, this is some kind of cruel joke on this poor man. Didn’t he deserve to finally be able to love and be loved?

And it would seem that nothing could be worse.

But unfortunately it can always be worse.

Viktor meets someone in his life who makes his life happy again, as bright and filled with love as when he was with Sissy.

And it would seem, why is Viktor still unhappy? Why does Viktor feel good and bad when you are near him at the same time?

Why does Viktor feel like he’s a kid and stuck at the Academy with his dad again? Why does he feel like he has to be around Leonard again? And most importantly…why does he feel like he’s stuck in the situation with Sissy and her husband again?

And he hates it. Fucking hate this feeling. This frightens and annoys him, he wants to hide and run away, but at the same time he feels that he will explode.

Don’t get me wrong, Viktor doesn’t hate you, he just feels really bad about having a huge crush on… YOU. No, let me rephrase that, he have a huge crush on a person who already in relationship. In relationship with Five.

Fuck.

Once again, Viktor got stuck. One part of him says it’s okay, Viktor is a grown man, it’s okay when people fall in love and he can get over it.

The second part says that Viktor is disgusting, he shouldn’t feel this towards you. You are already in a relationship and you are happy. You are not Sissy. You don’t need to be saved. And besides that, Viktor shouldn’t take away anyone’s happiness, especially if it’s Five, his brother and the only person in the family who appreciated him.

Therefore, Viktor chooses the only correct path in his opinion. He will try to do everything himself, not talk about it with someone, like Allison or Luther, hell no, if Five finds out, then most likely you will find out! And Viktor doesn’t want that.

But how can Viktor stay so far away from a cutie like you? You are the clear sunshine in his life, his muse and inspiration, the only living person that keeps him going strong.

And Viktor would try to get rid of his feelings for you. But don’t expect him to distance himself or try to find someone else to replace you. In fact, I see this picture in his head, how he convinces himself that he is stronger than this and he will simply get over his crush on you like “that’s wrong, I really shouldn’t fall in love with them” but as soon as he sees you, his mind goes to “never mind. what was I talking about? oh, right, my love for them!”

And I just can’t help but see the picture of how Viktor literally radiates joy next to you.

Viktor can sit on the couch, listen and watch his family talk about something, and Viktor would remain quiet and calm, no one would notice that he was sitting with them all this time… until you just look in to the Hargreaves house and like “hey!” and Viktor would be like “omg! it’s them!!”

Viktor is literally puppy. Hold him closer, love him, hug him, pet him, give him everything and protect him!! how could you possibly say no to him when he have those pretty eyes??

And you know what? He takes advantage of this. Viktor may be one of the kindest people you’ve ever met, but he’s not as innocent as you think.

“Would you like to go shopping with me?” he asks, looking at you with his big puppy eyes.

You turn to him, smiling slightly and he smiles back at you. He always smiles when he’s around you, you think, but wasn’t he always like that?

Viktor always seemed to treat you like you were his family. He could share anything with you and you could share with him. You would understand him and always help, and he, in turn, trusted you with all his heart and you appreciated it, knowing how much it means to him.

“Of course,” you say, and run your hand gently over his shoulder as you walk past him. “Give me a minute.”

And he nods, obediently waiting for you until you return. He could wait for you for hours if that meant you would only spend time with him. With no one else, of course.

Viktor thought about you and about what his life could be, if everything was finally according to his desire. What if he met you before Sissy or Leonard? Could he be as happy now as before? Or would he fail again? Or maybe be happier?

“Where are you two going?”

Viktor flinches and his attention is fixed on Five. He was so lost in own thought that he barely noticed Five enter the room. Not that Five wasn’t a master of sudden appearances…

“Oh, uh, we-” Viktor starts and smiles nervously, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“Just take a walk. Do you want to join us?” you appear behind Viktor.

Your hand gently rests on Viktor’s shoulder, as if trying to calm him down and relax, but despite the calming gesture, Viktor barely noticeably trembles under your touch.

Five narrows his eyes at this and crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes on the two of you and Viktor noticed how much the former peaceful atmosphere had changed.

Viktor’s smile becomes more forced. He wants to keep this picture where everyone is happy and nothing is happening, but for some reason Viktor is sure that Five can see everything, he thought, and as soon as Viktor notices how your hands are still on him, he catches himself and moves away.

You look at Viktor in surprise, not understanding why he reacted like that, but you remain silent and instead glance at Five and then at Viktor.

Five glared at Viktor for a few more seconds before he nodded and gave you a small smile.

“I would love to, dear.”

Viktor sighs.

Things didn’t go as Viktor had planned.

He expected that this would be another reason to be alone, only he and you, but unfortunately, he should have known better, because he didn`t know that the situation would turn into a banal “third wheel”, where Viktor was the third wheel, while you and Five enjoyed each other’s company quite pleasantly.

Of course, you weren’t evil enough to forget about Viktor’s existence while you were with the Five, no. In fact, you paid enough attention to the two guys, the only “but” was that every time you touched Viktor the slightest, whispered something in his ear and laughed quietly, probably saying some stupid joke, Viktor could feel how Five staring at him.

You preferred to be blind, or did you really not notice how tense Viktor was every time with you, especially under the strict supervision of Five. You didn’t quite get it, given how close the two had been since childhood.

But did it ruin your time? No. Viktor and Five? It is hard to say.

You were constantly pulling either Viktor or Five by the sleeve, pointing to different store windows or any object that caught your attention, saying something like “ah, look over there, Viktor!” or “let’s buy this thing Five, please?” to which 7 would nod and laugh softly with you in response, and 5 would grumble at how childishly you would behave.

“Damn, wait for me a bit. I seem to have forgotten something.” you stop abruptly and turn around, quickly apologizing until you leave in a hurry.

Viktor turns around and looks at your figure, mouth open to ask if you need help, but he trails off, deciding to stay in awkward company with his brother.

In the past, the two got along very well, enjoying the peaceful silence and Viktor would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

“I see how you look at them.” Five starts.

“Huh?” Viktor’s eyes widen at his words, after which he visibly stiffens. “What are you talking about, Five?”

Five tilts his head slightly, smiling, his back pressed against the wall.

Viktor awkwardly rubbed his palms and looked away, as if a boy who was being scolded by his father, and he blushed, going through the possible options for words.

“Listen, Five, they are very nice and sweet, but we are just friends and…” Viktor defends himself.

“Please, don’t lie to me,” Five speaks calmly and patiently. “Tell me the truth. We are family after all.”

Viktor sighs and looks around to make sure you’re nowhere near, after which he leans against the wall next to Five, rubbing his temples.

“And what if you right? Yes, I, uh…I kinda like them and I know that they already in relationship with you,” Viktor is actively gesticulating, looking down, nervous. “Don’t think I’m trying to steal them from you, god no, I mean, you’re probably mad at me but I would never do this to you Five.”

Five patiently listens to him and replies after a moment. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Wait, your not?” he blinks few times as he looks at Five.

Five nods and Viktor smiles at the gesture, visibly relaxing.

“You are still young and young man like you tend to be like that.” Five pats Viktor on the shoulder and he looks away, smiling slightly. “But next time, think twice before taking my partner on a date behind my back.”

Viktor nods weakly, choosing to remain silent instead.

Five notices your figure in the distance and he waves lightly at you to get your attention. You smile brightly at the two men and quickly run up to them, out of breath.

“Sorry, I’m a little late. Are you two all right?” you said, worried.

“Of course, everything is just wonderful.”

#yandere five hargreeves #yandere x reader #yandere tua #yandere five hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader

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lilyrachelcassidy · 2 years ago

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Good Ol’Cuppa [Tommy Shelby x Reader]

A/N: Hello, lovelies. Completely didn’t plan writing that, I just pulled that off... somehow, between boredom and exhaustion (i.e. at 3am lol). I just saw this gif, got inspired and BUMMM -- there it is. But I hope you enjoy tho. After that, I’ll be trying to write a fic for my friend’s challenge (@mrsalwayswrite calling you out hehe). If you want to participate in her 1k milestone challenge, check her out!! And as for now, I leave you with his fic! Once more, enjoy:D

Summary: The recent days have been particularly enervating for Tommy as he had to put up with all of the oncoming difficulties in the Shelby Company Limited. And that’s when Y/N, with her ways of support, comes along.

Warnings: overworking, detrimental tendencies, something in terms of PG-13, and Tommy being verbally sweet (so that’s new hehe)

Word Count: 3.2k

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Tommy ensconced himself in the kitchen-cum-parlour, flumping on a Windsor chair (which was the only available and not broken chair in the abode at the time) and sighing in discontent. This day had been particularly knackering for him. It was today when the Shelby Company Limited had validated their first partnership with Alfie Solomons, when he had been browbeaten by multiple people who had dared to cross the threshold of his office, and when he had had to endure Polly’s scolding remarks with her stern leers. He had been rebuked over being too risk-taking and irrational. He had been ill-treated by either his family or partners. He had been nagged and peeved all day long.

And as far as it was a nature of his typical day, for today he wished nothing more but to relax.

Thus that was his plan for the rest of the day.

Observing the pendulum of the clock which loosely hung on the wall, he absentmindedly drummed his fingertips over the hardwood surface of a table. So much was left to do. His newly established company had just prospered, and Tommy felt a frantic need to pull everything to the nines. That obviously encompassed some peril with it but, as for now, Tommy paid no mind to such matters. In the following week, he planned on traveling to the Northern part of England to foot the bill for his new, motorcar-related business. If it wa--

An abrupt knock on a door jolted Tommy out of his thoughts.

He looked over to the source of the sound, bewildered and marginally concerned at who might want to see him at such a late time. With the pistol in the inner pocket of his blazer, he eventually walked over to the door and opened it; and to his surprise, he saw Y/N.

Y/N was his childhood friend, the one that accompanied him through the most mirthful and darkest hours of his life. They both had known each other from the same city district, from the same streets they used to play at. Each looked after one another during the war dread, their families’ niggling poverty, and heartbreaks.

Always there for one another.

That said, it also had made Tommy extremely exultant to make her a part of his company, when he offered her a position, which she had accepted with as equal dose of enthusiasm.

Lately, and rather, unfortunately, they had stopped seeing each other out of the business as much as they used to in the past. That’s why so startling it was for Tommy to behold his friend in the doorframe, at night, with a coy smile on her face and the hair poking out from underneath her winter hat.

“Y/N,” said Tommy, his voice slightly hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

“An urgent message from Polly,” replied Y/N, her gaze flickering all over his features.“Can I come in?”

“Eh, yes, yes.” He beckoned, taking a step back and making enough room for her to enter his unadorned home. “Sorry for the mess...”

“’s okay,” she said simply, not really knowing how to behave in the presence of her new employer anymore. It had been two months since they last met each other privately; much could have happened since that time and as much could have changed.

She eventually settled herself on the chair previously occupied by Tommy, and he opted to sit on the muddled bed, slightly slanting on the verge of it. They both took in a moment of silence.

“You haven’t redecorated much, have you?” commented Y/N, attempting to lighten up the mood. Even so, the fact was he hadn’t; everything was put in the same place where Y/N could remember it last time, and it was as if she had been there just yesterday. The scrappy wallpapers with their color fading away were stubbornly plastered on the wall, the old frames with photographs dangled on the wall, the fluorescent mug she had bestowed him with was still standing on a table...

“What can I say. I guess, I like my ways,” he said with a faint smile tainting his features. “So what’s the urgent message?”

Y/N rubbed her hands together, staring at her interlocutor. “Polly asked me to tell you about the meeting, the one concerning finances and ultimate bargains between Solomons and your company. Tomorrow, 8 am sharp.” Tommy sighed, seemingly preparing mentally to bail out from the meeting; Y/N forestalled him. “And no, it couldn’t be scheduled at a different time. It was called up last minute and without further ado.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Tommy murmured under his breath. “Couldn’t Polly deliver the message herself?”

Y/N gave him a crooked smile. “She is quite piqued with you, if I’m being honest, Tommy. She thinks the alliance between you and Alfie was a huge mistake, and you that should have listened to her or, at least, should have kept her up-to-date with what’s going on.”

He bristled, angry. “Polly is not responsible for making decisions in this company. I could have consulted her but it’s not my necessity. God’s sake, I wish she could have been more grateful. Neither Arthur nor John are-”

“Tommy...”

“-complaining about the division of obligations.”

“Tommy...”

“I quite don’t understand why she always has to do so much fuss about every fuckin’ thing.”

“Stop! I understand. It’s your company and no one blames you,” Y/N finally chimed in, interrupting his self-driven rage. Yet again, she glanced at him, and in order to eschew the pity in her eyes, he turned to stare at the dingy wallpaper before him. After a while, in response, he just nodded, but she pressed on. “But you also do must understand Pol. You know her. She too is devoted to this company. And as far as you would like to, Tommy, your decisions entail others as well. I’m sure you are aware of that too, and it’s only your ambition that’s driving you...mad, pretty much.”

Tommy sighed, lowering his eyes to his hands with calluses blemishing their soft skin. She was right. She always had been, but against his better judgment, he had seldom listened to her. Never had he admitted that but he actually liked listening to her opinions and hopes which always carried some positivity in them; something Tommy lacked yet desired a lot.

With nothing more to add on to that, he chuckled lightly under his breath.

Meantime, Y/N, sitting mere meters away from him, had enough time to scrutinize Tommy’s figure more closely. He had changed a lot since their last heart-to-heart. Pale as he already had been, his complexion was porcelain-colored now, and he looked like a living ghost; his hair now, longer and more neglected, was much unkempt compared to the last Tommy she could recollect; due to the ongoing stress, he sure must have stopped eating adequately because his posture became awfully scrawny and his cheekbones more protruding.

He looked sick. And that alarmed Y/N.

“Tommy,” Y/N started, her tone now laced with uneasiness. “How have you been keeping... with all of what’s going on?”

And as far as Tommy could mask his emotions with his mimics, his pale blue eyes were always a dead giveaway. So when he finally looked at her, Y/N could notice a whirl of emotions dancing in them.

Sadness. Brokenness. Prostration.

Always mesmerized by their stirring charm and double-folded mystery, right now they seemed particularly plain and ordinary to Y/N.

Tommy dismissed her question with a mere shrug. “Fine.”

She predicted that; Tommy had never been too verbose when it came to words or expressing emotions, but over time, Y/N had learned how to decipher him. Normally, she wouldn’t be too persistent or nosy, try as might, staying out of the matters he didn’t want to talk over. But not tonight; looking at his state, she had to find out more.

Getting up, she neared and knelled in front of him, when she was at enough satisfying reach. She made sure to be close to him so he could neither step out nor avoid her gaze. They eyed each other; Tommy noticing a faint rosiness on her cheeks caused by the wintery frigid breeze, her eyes sparkling, and her plump lips carrying a solicitous look on them. The winter gloves were still covering her hands, and the chestnut coat she had on was partially daubed with snowflakes.

It was the first time for him when he noted his friend’s utter allure, and although he had been aware of her attractiveness before, she seemed to radiate with much more enticement now. Or maybe was it because of the frosty weather which adorned her features? Or maybe it was because of the proximity they hadn’t experienced heretofore?

“Tommy...” Y/N repeated, her voice, however, two octaves lower and with a hint of desperation in it. “I’m worried about you. Please, please, tell me what’s going on.”

Ultimately, he peeked in her direction and something snapped in him. Her attentive attitude and the way she looked at him, worriedly and affectionately, like nobody else did, rendered him momentarily speechless. So much did he appreciate her and, in his way, he wanted to manifest that. That’s why he felt so bound to tell her the truth. “It’s just that... with this company... it’s all so energy-draining, and I can’t help but feel... but feel-”

“Exhausted?”

“Yes, that.” He waved his hand, wavering whether he should continue. Seeing his hesitation, Y/N grasped and encouragingly squeezed his hand which prompted the words to spurt out of his mouth like a gushing waterfall of thoughts. “The undertakings, constant complications, and danger involved... Everywhere I go, anytime, I have to be heedful of what’s happening around me. It’s so tiring, Y/N. The company has just started to evolve. Yet I can’t help but wonder how nice would it be to leave all of that behind.”

The latter was spoken out with a quiver, barely audible, but enough to make Y/N’s heart shatter. She cared so deeply for him, and she foolishly hadn’t thought of the trepidation he could have been going through all that time. The fact was he always made an impression of so immune, so indifferent to everything that it had hardly crossed her thoughts. Either his attitude or words were always so misleading to her, but it was the first time it struck her -- he was actually lonely.

“So do that,” Y/N said hopefully, a glint of positivity in her voice. “Let’s flee, let’s see what’s out there. New people, new land -- we could start over there, with or without money. Either way, it’s not a lifestyle you have to be living, Tommy.”

“Y/N...” he drawled sadly. “You know I can’t do that. Ditch my family with the rest of my problems. That’s not-” He exhaled, clearly trying to retrieve his composure, his lips pressed and forming a straight line. It took him a few, prolonged moments, but eventually, the old version of Tommy -- collected and succinct -- returned. “It’s just been a long day, Y/N, it’s nothing to worry about. Everything shall be alright tomorrow, I just... need to rest.”

Y/N looked at him critically. She knew he was lying. But at the same time, she couldn’t force him to tell the truth.

So she played the same cards.

The grip on his hand tightened as Y/N offered him a comforting smile. “You know what? Sometimes when I’m having a bad day, I like to hark back to good, old days.” She took a pause. “And I know it’s that much of advice, perhaps it could turn out uplifting.”

“Tell me more.”

Y/N bit her cheek and deliberated for a moment. “Do you remember when we used to hopscotch, outside of our digs? Or, you know, meet up at night even though we weren’t supposed to?” Her lips curved upwards, and in a paroxysm of sentimentalism, she sighed happily. “I remember that one time you paid me a visit -- 1 or 2 am, was it? Oh, nevermind. Our parents had forbidden us to meet up at late hours as such. ‘Gotta learn how to start being responsible,’ they said.” Y/N started wiggling her finger in a mocking manner, laughing at the same time; Tommy rolled his eyes, but soon joined her in laughter. “So when they found out you were in my room, my pa took a broom and began chasing after you with it. As to escape, you decided to hop out of the window, almost breaking your heel, and hobbled back to your place. I didn’t see you for a week after that.”

Still giggling, Y/N sat on the floor (and finally took a bundle of clothes off of herself. Why hasn’t she thought of that before?). A responsive to the recollection chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips and a ripple of happiness spanned within him, for the first time in a few months.

How much had he missed this girl...

He looked over at her, continuing: “Or the time when we stole a bunch of candies out of the cabinet. Then we wanted to dispose of evidence so we ate a whole lot, and ended up getting a stomachache for a while.”

“Oh, I forgot about that one!” She clapped her hands, animated and beaming. “What were we, ten, maybe?”

“Perhaps.” He stared at her, somewhat in amazement, somewhat in reverie. Quickly realizing that he cleared his throat and looked away. “The good old times, yes.”

And yet again, silence ensued as they submerged in memories of the past. Neither of them minded it though; they felt comfortable enough in each others’ presence, just being there for one another. Y/N laid a head on Tommy’s legs, her gaze aloof, as he started slowly caressing her scalp. The tension that he had been bearing for a long time disappeared in his chest, and instead, was replaced by tranquillity and his eyelids started fluttering.

It took several minutes for Y/N to regain her voice, her tone serene and gentle. “Since I’m here, why don’t I make a good ol’ cuppa for both of us? You know, one of my exclusive specials?”

“Sounds nice,” said Tommy, nodding.

In the next instant, Y/N was setting a kettle on a little bit rusty stove, and simultaneously taking two ceramic mugs off of the shelf. A drill she had been doing for years, she shuffled around the kitchen in search of ingredients for her wintery tea, and with meticulous grace, added everything into the mugs. A preparation was accompanied by a soft humming of the melody they both had used to dance to in the past, and a subtle sway of hips.

Tommy wasn’t sure whether it was a sweet, familiar lilt of her voice or a strong, delightful scent of the cinnamon in the wintery night, but he suddenly felt a profound warm spreading across his chest.

Everything was just right...

When she gave him a lopsided glance from across the opposite side of the room with a charming smile, not able to resist her charm anymore, he finally gave in and hastily approached her. At first not too certain, he eventually grabbed her by both sides of her waist. She turned around, confused, with an unknowing look on her face, her eyebrows high up, and trying to muster what she wanted to say or, at least, how she should respond.

That worry was taken off of her shoulders, however, when she suddenly felt a pair of lips landing on her own. And she instinctively knew what to do.

For a brief moment, Y/N just savored in his taste -- chocolaty and without a dash of cigarette tang which greatly surprised her. Slowly responding to the kiss, she gasped deliciously, shocked, when his tongue fought his way all the way to her mouth, relinquishing and marveling at her every inch, every smack as if trying to memorize her in every sense. In response, she was now clinging to him like she would never let go, and perhaps he didn’t want her to because he was holding her molded against his body just as tightly. His lips were so soft, practically intoxicating, and she’d never been kissed so passionately before. It was as if there was just him and her, whilst somewhere in the background the kettle rattled with overheating, signaling a need to be taken off of the stove, and snowflakes adhered to the frosted surface of the window outside. But that didn’t matter at all, as they both drifted into a frenzy of their touch.

Fingers wandering over to his hair, playing with some strands while his were steadily placed on her hips, Y/N tilted her head to deepen the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance in the way that her breath changed into short, desperate gasps. Their hands were very wild, roaming all over each other -- neck, hair, face, breast -- and enjoying each others’ fervent yet firm touch.

Acutely aware that if he didn’t stop there, clothes would be flitting all over the room (and that could have been a bit of a boundary-crossing for the first time), Tommy regretfully pulled away, yet knowing it was the right move. Still panting, they rested their foreheads on one another's. Tommy kept his eyes closed for a while but when he eventually opened them, he saw that Y/N was already staring, tendrils of blatant desire swirling in her dilated pupils. She bit her lip, seductively, and it required a lot of self-control from Tommy to not yank her back to the unruly kissing session.

“Fuck,” she ultimately whispered, and she let out a raspy chuckle afterward.

“Fuck,” Tommy agreed, grinning at her rather cheekily.

She looked at him with pure admiration, the reaction he had been bestowed with for the first time from her. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours when they finally detached from one another, but when they finally did, Y/N slightly furrowed her eyebrows and her face churned. The thoughts were fuzzing in her head, and she was calculating something fervently.

When she finally steeled herself, the troubled words tumbled out of her mouth: “Does it mean that... does it change anything between us?”

He arched his eyebrow. “Do you want something to change?”

“Well...” she started. “I hope so.”

He cupped her face on both sides. “What can I say then?” Smiling, he planted another kiss on her lips, this time, however, soft and brief. “Your wish is my command then.”

She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a peck on his cheek, her hot breath tantalizingly ghosting over his skin. Smirking playfully, she couldn’t help but feel a loving sensation simmering in her chest. “Is that a good ol’ cuppa making you such a romantic?”

“I wouldn’t precisely say that’s because of the cuppa,” he responded enigmatically, beaming.

“Touché, Mr.Shelby.”

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A/N: *happy dance* Done! Please no shaming for not letting a heated-up scenery develop into something... more serious?? By the way, that’s actually my first fanfic on Tommy Shelby, I’ve just realized. So big HOOORRRAAAY, it’s been a challenge:D I’d love to hear some feedback, comments or constructive criticisms from y’all! Also, if you want, do not hesitate to pm me, I love talking with you<3

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fanfic-chan · 3 years ago

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Eyyyy! Happy Tickling Day everyone! I honestly had no idea that was a thing until this morning but as soon as I'd caught wind of it I just knew I had to post something! This work was heavily inspired by this piece by @sleepysheepytea! Please go check them out cause they are absolutely and amazing! I hope you all like it! <3

Brotherly Love

Ler!Kaeya

Lee!Bennett

"Alright Bennett, so what you wanna do is shift your weight forward just a little more when you swing and- Woah! Wait! Look out for the-"

Crash!

Bennett let out a startled yelp as he suddenly found himself sprawled out on the ground, having tripped rather ungracefully over an exposed tree root and into a bush (not a thorn bush, thank goodness), dropping the wooden sword he'd been practicing with. Oops.

The young adventurer let out a nervous chuckle when Kaeya suddenly appeared standing over him, concern written all over his face, but it lessened considerably when he caught sight of Bennett's sheepish smile.

"Hehe um, sorry… Guess I should be more careful about my surroundings huh?" He apologized, a light blush spreading across his cheeks when the knight chuckled in fond amusement, reaching out a hand to help him pull him out of the bush, which he gratefully accepted.

"Yes, it definitely seems like it, but no worries, we'll just have to add 'situational awareness' to your training regimen. For now though, why don't we go ahead and head back to Mondstadt and get something to eat from Good Hunter? My treat." Kaeya chuckled at the way the little adventurer's eyes seemed to light up at that, and his stomach chose that exact moment to rumble, making the boy blush slightly.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Things were relatively peaceful on the way back. Well, peaceful when taking Bennett's unfortunate luck into consideration, and it only took them about three hilichurl ambushes and a very close call with a falling tree branch for them to reach the main path back to the city.

"..Hey, Kaeya?" Bennett said, finally breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them a while ago. The knight hummed in acknowledgement, tilting his head slightly to indicate he was listening.

"I just wanted to say thanks for today. It was really fun getting to train with someone for a change. Not a lot of people like to be around me because of my luck so I appreciate you taking the time to teach me when you probably have other more important things to do."

Kaeya blinked, feeling a bit caught off guard by the admission, but he quickly caught himself and ruffled the younger's hair playfully. "Kid, it's really no problem. I like spending time with you. Taking a few hours off each week to train you isn't something I consider to be a sacrifice. On the contrary, I rather enjoy it. It's kind of like having a little brother in a lot of ways."

Bennett whipped his head around at that, eyes wide in shock. "Wow, really? You mean that?!"

Kaeya chuckled, pulling the younger into a sort of playful headlock even as the other spluttered in protest. "Of course I do. Would I ever lie?"

"Well… Yeah actually. You do it all the the time."

This time it was Kaeya's turn to be surprised, and Bennett took his momentary surprise to squirm out of his hold. The younger took one look at his shocked, mildly offended expression and burst into a fit of giggles.

Kaeya's expression softened a bit at the sight and sound of Bennett's carefree and happy laughter. He was glad that the kid felt so comfortable around him. He didn't let a lot of people get so close to him these days outside of the Knights of Favonius or his occasional drinking nights with Rosaria, and even then it didn't always have the same familial feel to it if things were particularly busy. It was kinda nice honestly to have someone outside the workforce to spend time with.

However, that didn't mean he was just gonna let the little brat get away with laughing at him like that.

Looks like a good time to fight fire with fire then.

Or rather, laughter with laughter, in this case.

"Oh? You think that's funny you little fireball?"

"I- I'm sohohorry! It's just, yohohou're face just now was priceless! Pffftt- Woah! What the?! Kaeyaaa!"

In an instant, Bennett's whole world was turned upside down as the blue haired cryo user suddenly scooped him up and tossed him around his shoulders.

"Oh, my apologies. I just thought this would help us get to Mondstadt a little quicker without having to stop while I teach you a lesson for accusing me, the trustworthy and beloved Captain of the Knights of Favonius, of being a liar of all things! I would never!" Kaeya made a big show of feigning hurt as he adjusted the younger boy around his shoulders to make sure he wouldn't fall.

"Revenge? Huh? Wait, what do you mean by- MMMPHH! AHHahaha!! Kaeyahahaha! Not thahahahat!! Puhuhuhut me dohohown!!"

Kaeya smirked evilly as the kid fell into an instant fit of hysterical giggles, kicking out lightly and pushing at his face as he gently scribbled his fingers along his exposed side and one of his knees, continuing to walk casually as if he wasn't busy tickling the living daylights out of Mondstadt's resident unlucky adventurer.

"One thing you should know about having older brothers, and trust me, I know from experience, is that they can be absolutely ruthless tickle monsters if you cross them. Did you know that Bennett?"

"Nohohoho! No I dihihihihihidn't!! Hahahaha!"

"Ah, well that's ok. I'll teach you right now then! It'll take us atleast another, hmm... ten minutes or so to reach Mondstadt, if I'm guessing correctly. That gives us plenty of extra time now doesn't it? Think you can handle it tough guy?"

"Hehe! Bring it on!"

#genshin impact tickle #sfw tickling #sfw #lee!bennett #ler!kaeya #genshin impact tickling #I'm seriously so proud of this omg #❤️#dessie's writing tag

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najatheangel · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞

pairing: Lee donghyuck x reader (ft. nct members)

genre: fluff, angst, comedy and spice.

inspired song: Bestie by Lloyd.

summary: donghyuck’s and his s/o memories as best friends leading up to becoming lovers. (btw this one’s a little longer than the ones i usually write so beware loves.)

Haechan’s POV: June, 24th, 2018. “Today’s the day where I finally tell her how I feel. After 7 years of my friendship, growing up together and holding back my feelings for so long, Today is the day where things change. I’m tired of being stuck in the friend zone this is my one and only chance before she moves away. Now or Never Hyuck...”

“She's a bad one not a fast one. Every time we get together we have fun”

Growing up, me and y/n always were always bound to be apart of each other’s lives. We’ve grew up in the same neighborhood, our parents met each other in school, our friends are dating each other and we even go to the same school together. Sounds very corny right? It’s true though.

Our thing was always playing horror games together every night after we finish doing homework together. She was always the procrastinator so I had to give her some motivation. Not only that, we always play around the swing sets in the park that’s right in front of our houses to talk about anything and everything that was going on in our life’s.

This one time she got so drunk after Mark’s birthday party and was trying to swing so high and flew off the swing set thinking she was super man. Heh, she can be such a idiot at times. She may be one of the goofiest, bubbly and sweetest people I know. She can also be caring, overprotective and keep me calm whenever I’m always acting crazy.

I don’t remember what exact moment I feel in love with you, but I do remember feeling like as time went by, my love for you stared to grow much stronger. Everyone around us was starting to suspect how we felt about it each other especially my mom she adored you so much and loved the idea of us being together.

She would always ask “Where’s your girlfriend y/n?” Or “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?” Ah girlfriend, I love the sound of that. Anyways I was grossed out at the idea at first because I only saw you as my sister once before and not to mention I was immature.

Once we’ve started getting much older I've tried dating other girls but none of them just didn’t compare to you. I’ve tried to joke around with them, they wouldn’t take me seriously. When I try to ask them out on dates, they would ditch me for someone else. When I try to be affectionate, they reject and always want to stay friends. I normally had luck keeping girls around, but only for a short amount of time. It seemed like every week I had a new girlfriend.

I knew y/n was always frustrated at me trying to tell me there’s other fish in the sea, but hell I want to my little mermaid and that’s y/n-ie. I even teased her about it, but she didn’t seem to take a hint.

“You know y/n... we should honestly just date. We would be the next Hyuna and Edawn in the school. They would have nothing on us.” I even nudged her on the shoulder to get her smiling.

“Hmm? Are you insane that would be too weird. We’re like brother and sister.” I could tell she was flustered, but she wasn’t exactly to thrilled with the idea. “Plus you know how I feel about Mark already. I’ve got to really wow him at this game tonight.” Oh yeah I forgot to mention she had a crush on my other best friend Mark Lee at the time.

“I know she should just be my friend Yet I'm hoping, I'm hoping that maybe it will lead In love happy end.”

It would work my nerves every time she would talk about him and always would ask advice on what to do, but I was very hopeful and believed I still had to chance to win her heart. I gush to everyone including the boys everyday about how madly in love I was with y/n without even realizing.

I would tell everyone, well except her of course. Johnny almost told my secret to everyone at Jaehyun’s house party when we were all playing strip uno. It was shut down real quickly because Doyoung gave him a long hard talk after awhile.

That night was also the worst for me because that was the same days the homecoming game where you confessed your feelings to Mark and became officially a couple. In my mind I wanted to be happy for the two of you as I watched you two kissed each other in front of everyone.

After that day, I avoided you for a while and couldn’t accept the fact that I couldn’t have you at that very moment. I couldn’t spend more time with you, hold you, kiss you, brag to everyone how much I loved you.

Although I was torn and felt defeated when you started dating Mark, I still felt a tiny bit of hope that someday I would still have a chance to make you mine and have our happy ending.

Y/N POV: June 24th, 2018. The day that I say farewell to my best friend Lee Donghyuck before going leaving to go to Harvard. I can’t believe this day has finally come we haven’t had the chance to hang out throughout our entire senior year so I want to make this count. I also want to tell him how I’ve felt about him. Let’s see where do I even start....

“We were children when we met. Just playing house and drinking sodas at the corner store.”

I remember having a hard time making friends my family moves from city to city because of my dad career as a entrepreneur for multiple companies and my mom working as a travel nurse. I was bullied for my struggling with my weight and for being an outcast which caused a lot of depression for me.

One day I remember running away from these girls in my school because they were trying to throwing apples at me. It was they’re way of trying to help me “eat healthy.” Jokes on them I was the top runner in the track team hehe.

Anyways, I lost them for a good second until I was trapped surrounded by them at the market by my house. I almost felt at lost against the 4 girls, until this crazy guy Lee Donghyuck comes out of no where scaring them away with his Freddy Kruger mask threatening them to leave me alone or he’ll haunt them in their sleep.

I felt bad for laughing, but it was one of the most nicest thing anyone has ever done for me ever since I’ve moved to Korea. He randomly introduces himself to me and offers me to play with him for an exchange of saving my life from those bullies.

“Hey my name is Donghyuck. Those girls always find their next target to pick on, but no worries princess I’m here to protect you. Let me introduce you to my other friends.”

He reached his hand on to me and ever since I was always dragged on to his crazy adventures.

“Like a brother from another. Didn't notice all the other girls they wanted more.”

Donghyuck was pretty popular when it came to having lots of guy friends and dating even when we were kids. In 5th grade on Valentine’s I remembered his desk being flooded with chocolates and anonymous love letters stuffed in backpack.

The idea didn’t bother me at first because I saw Hyuck as my older protective brother. I even slid some letters in my self saying “Happy Valentine’s Day loser. Enjoy those kits kats!” We tend to tease each other a lot, but that’s how we showed our love to each other.

People in our class including the boys Jaemin, Chenle and Yang Yang were encouraging us to date, but we just never seemed thrilled with the idea.

“Awhh c’mon you guys would be so cute together. You guys have kissed once before anyways it’s a sign.” I remember the boys would always poke fun at us, but we both would scream.

“Ew no way! Plus that kiss didn’t count it was for a school play.”

Yet every time a guy would try to ask me out, Donghyuck would scare them away because he claims that I’m still too young to date. Smh, yeah I should’ve known that it was actually because you were jealous.

“But now look at the glow up. You're the finest thing I ever seen, but you never been more than a friend to me.”

As much as I hate to admit it, but god sometimes Donghyuck can be hot...sexy...hell good looking when he wants to be. It doesn’t help that he’s teasing me about it either.

There was this one time when we were playing Mario Karts in his room and it was on a hot summer day at the time. This guy had the nerve to take his shirt off in front of me with sweat dripping on his abs, hair slightly messy to the side, and leans back with his grey sweat pants on.

GREY SWEATS!! Like cmon. I could barely concentrate on the game after awhile admiring how painly handsome. I felt very guilty because I was still dating Mark at the time, but my mind was going 2 different directions.

“Hey y/n if your hot you can take your shirt off too. I thought my mom had the mechanic fixed the ac by now so sorry about that.” There he goes sticking his tongue out like that again. Does he have no shame.

“Umm, Hyuck I just remembered I have a test on Friday to study for. Tootles!” I knew if I would’ve stayed in his room much longer I would’ve either passed out or sink deep into his tempting body leaning against mine. It was not only the heat in the room that was driving me crazy, but my beating heart that was burning my chest.

Before I tried to leave he shut the door and pushed me against the wall staring deep into my eyes. “You know princess, we don’t have a math test Friday right? I’m in the same class as you.”

This man uggh, next he proceeds to make me look at him in the eye by lifting my chin up. “D-did I say math test, silly me. I meant biology test.” After laughing awkwardly for a while I realized he wasn’t laughing with me like he usually does. It was like the vibe changed in a matter of 5 sec.

“Listen y/n...I know your dating Mark and all, but would it be wrong to just let me hold you one last time.” Yeah it would be awful, especially when your still technically half naked in front of me.

I’ve never even gotten close to kissing Mark before, yet my friend of 6 years is going to do it. So I had to run out of there before things got worse. “I-I can’t do that Hyuck. You know that wouldn’t be right. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“I'm thinking that one day you'll be mine. And I don't wanna lose you.”

I ran home as fast as I can hyperventilating before I let myself caught any feelings. The truth was for awhile I only wanted to date Mark to try to forget about Hyuck, but after that night I’ve started to realize that I can’t escape my feelings that I have for him it’s impossible.

I love him more than anyone in this world. The thought of that saying had me laughing and crying that night.

June 26th, the day Donghyuck will have one last chance to confess his feelings before his princess y/n leaves off to go to school. Y/N and Donghyuck both run out of each other’s house and decided to meet up at the swing set after 6 years.

They both sit down sighing looking up at the orange sunset sky that’s shinning throughout the area. The two of them slowly swing looking down at the ground waiting for the other person to speak up first.

“So...I bet you probably heard the news already huh? I’ve finally got accept to Harvard. So tomorrow I’ll be going back to my hometown to begin my semester in fall.” Donghyuck responds back by saying.

“I know, I heard from my mom. She nearly cried. You know it would’ve been nice to hear from you. I haven’t seen you since last week.” Y/n finally looks up at him with tears falling down her face.

“Hyuck I’ve been going through so much this past week. I’ve broken up with Mark, my brother was stuck in the hospital and I almost had to repeat senior year if I didn’t pass that state test. So I’m sorry I didn’t contact you lately.”

Hyuck quickly stands up and hugs y/n gently by stroking her hair. “It would’ve been nice to hear your voice. I miss you and I love you.”

They both freeze up at the words he just said “Y-you what now?” Hyuck gulps at first, but then he snaps out of it ready to pour his heart out.”

“LISTEN PRINCESS I LOVE YOU OKAY?? Not just as a friend either. This whole year I never got to hang out with you and I don't know how to pretend, I hate falling in love with my best friend. That night you left my room I almost gave up on us, but I knew I had to tell you before you walk out of my life. Talk about bad timing right?”

Y/N starts giggling wiping her tears for a split second but then smiles by saying.

“I love you too Donghyuck. I have for a long time actually I just didn’t want to ruin my one and only specially friendship I had with you. I was even thinking that trying to move on by dating someone else would work, but it didn’t. Without you in my life, I am blue as the sky.”

The two of you of crack up laughing again at your embarrassing thoughts of each other, but immediately stop trying to think of what should happen next.

“We’re truly some idiots. Now we only have a few hours left of being a couple before you leave. So what happens next y/n?”

Y/n sits on Hyuck’s lap hugging him tightly and leans into his face by saying. “No worries we’ll figure this out once I move. For right now let’s just enjoy our last few hours together as a couple.”

Hyuck wraps arms around y/n waist and feels his heart skipping a beat once she starts kissing him softly in his ear. “Princess you know I’m very ticklish right there.” Ignoring his comments y/n proceeds to kiss his ear again, but then starts trailing down to his neck.

“My B-E-S-T, a true friend to me. Give me love and energy, that is what you send to me”

“Mmm keep calling me princess and I promise you I won’t be able to hold back.” He wiggles his eyebrows at your bold response and smirks by saying...

“Well what’s stoping you? We can do it right here right now on these swing sets.” He starts sliding your hands in your thighs while finally kissing you on your lips.

All that built up passion and emotion was easily displayed as you were kissing him. Not to mention the fact that he’s sliding his hand in your jeans which is making it hard for you to keep your voice down.

“Ahh keep it down y/n...Do you want the neighbors to hear you?” He teases you more by moving your hand in his jeans. “Do it for me too.”

“Lee Donghyuck, are you crazy?? Why don’t we just do this in your room. We will get caught for sure.” He pouts for a second and says

“Yes I’m crazy for you. You already know this though. How about this, we can finish this in my room and we can just tell my mom we stayed up playing games again all night long. Deal?”

“Deal!” You give him one last peck on the lips and grab him by running into his house like there’s no tomorrow. “Slow down princess!” The two of you slammed the door in his room and for the whole night you never dared to leave his side for a split second.

“It's what you do to me.”

The morning after ended up becoming very emotional for the both of you, because this is the last the you’ll be seeing each other face to face until the both of you are done with school. While he’s off becoming a singer, you’ll be on your way becoming a lawyer.

Out of all the places you could possibly move away from again your home next to Donghyuck and his family was the hardest to leave from. You made so many memories here and would cherish it for the rest of your life.

Before heading the road you give your best friend and now boyfriend one last hug and kiss on the forehead before putting your last luggage in the trunk and hitting the road to start your journey.

Although your both moving on to different paths of life career wise, you both will always have your history together and promised to reunite as a couple again when the time is right.

Thanks so much for reading this far you guys and feedback would be much appreciated. ✨

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years ago

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And life will always be la vie en rose

Mark Lee x reader // FLUFF, SMUT, SMUT

Themes: long distance relationship, established relationship, very domestic

Word count: 4k

Summary: The city of love with the person you love. Mark surprises you in Paris but the vacation was not going as expected.

Warnings: phone sex, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol, drunk mark lee hehe

A/N: Inspired by Emily in Paris and Mark’s TVN short drama. requested by @mellowvoidexpertfriend sorry it took me awhile :( and I hope this makes you happy. Thank you for requesting it! I wanted to give it a sad ending but figured you might hate me if I do that.

Its been almost seven months since you moved to Paris for work and leave the life you’ve always been used to. Your family, friends, your boyfriend Mark, all of them knew that moving to the city of love for your career is a big step.

Although some of them did not agree with your decision that you’re choosing your career, at least you have your boyfriend’s support no matter what. Mark has been with you since you were just starting at your job, he’s always supportive and caring even though he has his own career to take care of. Long distance is hard, but there’s nothing Mark wouldn’t do for you.

“Good morning, Paris” he greets you with a bright smile, the perfect afternoon light hits his face perfectly. You miss seeing that glow in person.

“Good afternoon, Seoul “ you answered with a raspy tone. Still sleepy but happy to see Mark, even if it’s from your phone screen.

“Tired? I miss you” he says, smiling sweetly through the screen. He was still in bed, comfortably laid with his thick blue sheets and striped fluffy pillows.

“Yes. I have a lot of stuff to do in the office today. But I still got time, no need to rush this call” you stretched in bed.

“Want to have phone sex?” He was hesitating to ask you but Mark was really horny in the middle of a hot afternoon. Good thing mornings make you horny like crazy too, so you said ‘yes’ and the next thing you know is you’re both naked in bed, phone on the bedside table with a perfect view of your naked body.

“Run a finger up and down your slit” he commands. You can hear soft grunts from Mark already, pumping his semi-hard cock on the screen. “Yes baby, you look hot” he moans and you smile at his compliment.

“Oh I miss touching your boobs, the next time I see you I’ll grip those so hard- ah” he was having a hard time talking because watching you touch yourself was always too good and too much for him. “So good baby, pinch your nipples for me” he added. You moan and with your free hand, you lick your fingers and rubbed it on your nipples and made sure to let him hear your soft moans.

“Fuck- that was hot” he was going a little too fast pumping his cock, the sound of it was turning you on, and how Mark bites his lips and rolls his head back, watch you with half-lidded eyes. You just smiled, knowing that he’s your man and only you can see him like this. “What’s that smile for? I love it when you smile like that” you giggle at what he said.

“Baby, I’m near” it was a high-pitched moan and you curl yourself a little, trying to stop yourself from cumming so fast.

“Okay-fuck, spread your legs- yeah just like that” you followed what he said and you see his lower abdomen go up and down a little too fast, obvious that he’s stopping himself from cumming before you do. “Remember how I fucked you during your last night here- Ahhh. You were begging me to stop but I couldn’t cause your pussy is so good”

“Fuck Mark” you were still moaning deliciously, trying not to close your legs for Mark. His eyes were fixed to your body, your lips that he misses so much, how you work wonders with your own fingers.

“Oh! I will, Y/n. I will- fuck—you”

You came first then Mark, you watch his thick cum land on his stomach. Watching him look so weak and sweaty but still handsome. He caught you looking at him while you were cleaning your fingers, he winked at you and smiled which made you shy for no reason.

“I love you. Can I talk to you for a couple more minutes?” he requests, holding his phone near his face after he cleaned his cum.

“I love you too. Of course. We can still talk while I’m in the shower” he nod his head in disbelief. And smiled oh so sweetly to you before he tells you about his morning and how he had a dream of you. He was promoted last month, so there’s not much work for him these days because he’s basically a boss now. To be honest you feel bad for not being with him to celebrate for his promotion, talking to him for as long as he likes is the least you can do for him. Sometimes you’re talking to him while you walk to your office, or having lunch alone, virtual dates, or letting him pick what lipstick suits you on a certain outfit.

For almost a year, it was the little things that make you both even more in love with each other and no one is complaining.

“Hey Y/n, the boss wants to see you with your presentation now” your assistant knocked on your door, holding it for you as you gather your laptop and pretend that you’re not nervous.

“What if she hates my ideas?” you asked your assistant, walking together slowly to the conference room.

“The dragon lady will love it, don’t overthink it” she pats your back good luck and opened the door for you.

During your presentation, your boss had this I’m-bored-can-we-go-home-now face and it was bothering you while you were talking in front. Nonetheless, you delivered every single detail perfectly and smoothly that the other members of the board were impressed, and you hope the dragon lady is too.

“Good. Make it happen. Are we done here? Give her the company credit card and I want updates every week. Dismissed”

That’s your cue to breathe. Finally, you can relax. You were smiling from ear to ear for a minute then you remember all the work that you have to finish. Making this project happen-making this fundraiser happen, will seriously impress your boss and the other members of the board. You can’t afford to fuck up.

Overworking doesn’t bother you at all, you don’t care if you’re the last one in the office and the first one to come the next day. You love your job and you value it. But to be honest, overworking is your coping mechanism. To stop thinking about home and Mark, just continue until you make it.

You got home and talked to Mark about the great news, of course, he’s very proud of you. Then you talked about the list of things that you have to work on for the project, and you wish you didn’t. Mark loves you, and that’s clear but he hates it when you overwork.

“Can’t you, make someone else do it?” easy for him to say because he’s a boss now.

“No, baby I can’t. This is my one way ticket to be the boss. If I make this happen, then okay, I’ll order everyone I see. But for now... sorry babe, it’s work for me” you said while unzipping your dress and moving around your room to change into some comfortable clothes. “Are you mad?” you asked, hoping he’s not.

“I can’t be mad at you, for loving what you do. I’m worried, that’s all”

After that call, Mark was dealing with some of his work as well and thinking about how he can rescue you from overworking. Well, he only had one effective solution. And that is to visit you in Paris and be with you so he can take care of you for a short time. He wasn’t going to visit until Christmas, but he couldn’t wait much longer.

He gave himself a week to think this all out and plan his surprise to you. He booked a flight, took two weeks off from work, and packed his bags.

You, on the other hand, is busy overworking tonight at the office. You feel heavy and exhausted, hungry but you just want to sleep when you finally get home, and Mark hasn’t messaged you like he normally does in almost two days. You feel awful, but Paris at night can quickly take away all youe exhaustion. Everywhere you look is beautiful.

As you force yourself not to feel tired on your way home, you saw a familiar figure who just got out of the taxi with a bunch of luggage. Am I dreaming? You slightly slap your face and walk slowly behind the man and wait for him to turn around.

When he did, you almost burst into tears.

It’s been seven months since you last saw Mark in the flesh.

“Hi, you look exactly like my girlfriend” he smiled and scrunched his nose, pull you into a hug, and kissed you in front of your apartment building. Paris is starting to feel like the city of love, finally.

You helped him with his bags up to your apartment, feeling so excited and happy that the tiredness that you’re feeling earlier was long gone. As soon as you reached your door and opened it, Mark put down the bags and crashed into your lips. Kissing you in the dark with only the light from your window.

“Oh, I’m never going to leave your side,” he said while hungrily kissing you. Removing your clothes one by one, making a trail of clothes until you reach your room, and pushed you on your bed. It’s been seven months since you last had sex with him and you’re sure that Mark will make you feel good tonight, as always. He may look innocent and cute always, but Mark knows how to fuck.

“We just have to be quiet tonight Mark- French neighbors. Don’t want to piss them with my moans” you warn him before his cold hand lands on your boobs, touch them softly and squeeze them tightly as he promised.

“Okay, let’s just keep our moans between us two” he kisses your lips as his way of saying, he’s going to start now. Kissing you down to your body until he reaches your pussy, to show that you're eager, you spread your legs widely for him and begged quietly. He used his pinky finger and slides it up and down your slit slowly. So slowly that it makes your legs shiver and your hips jolt, giving you goosebumps and making you sensitive already. He smiled at your reaction, happy that he has that effect on you.

“Wet” he murmurs and proceeds to kiss your pussy, like it was your lips. Feeling his hot tongue on your cunt, using it to fuck you. He spits on your cunt and let you feel it roll down your slit. It makes you sensitive and moans his name. He goes back in and licks you good, his hands run softly on your stomach, making you feel calm and confused. When he felt that you’re already on the edge, he watches you moan quietly, pinched your nipples, and did not released it until you’re shivering and shaking your legs uncontrollably.

You catch your breath until you see Mark above you, kissing your cheeks and reaching for your hands to intertwine it with his. “I just miss you, is it too much?” you shook your head with a smile and kissed your boyfriend back.

“My turn to give back,” you said weakly, but you’re already pushing him on the mattress. On your way to straddle the man you love and ride him good. You kissed him softly, grinding on his cock and spreading your juices on it. Brushing his nipples softly, which made him stop kissing you to let out a curse and tell you to don’t stop. It was too much for him but he likes it, overstimulating himself was his favorite and he drags you into that pleasure of his.

As you put his cock inside you, he grab holds on your wrist that he allows you to rest on his strong chest as you fuck him. Seeing you on top of him after for so long was toe-curling for him. The thought of it makes him blush, but also his view of your boobs in front of his face makes him smile too. He licks it once, “Oh- Baby, do that again?” you ask of him, he knew you would like it.

Your boobs are perfectly being sucked by Mark while you bounce up and down on him, rolling your hips at a steady pace. He lets go of your right nipple with a wet sound, feeling both of your nipples really swollen and sensitive. “Can’t hold on much longer baby, let me take over?” he was already on edge, you are too, but you let him take control and let him fuck you senseless that you were covering your mouth to stop yourself from moaning to loud.

“Bite me,” he said and you didn’t think twice, you bit his shoulder as you ride your high. He was cumming so hard too and his whimpers were muffled by the pillow behind you. You feel like he's going to crush your hand by gripping it so tightly and he feels like his shoulder is about to bleed.

It was a romantic night in the city of love. Both exhausted from sex but you two never kept quiet and talked to each other all through the night, watching the Eiffel Tower from your window, bodies covered with your thin sheets. You snuggle to Mark sniffing his armpit and making him giggle like a teenager, he tickles your legs and making you jolt and kick him a little too hard which made you both laugh so hard. You were away from each other for a long time, but your love stays the same and neither one of you is planning to ruin it.

The next day, Mark woke up with the smell of freshly cooked omelet and the zest of freshly squeezed orange juice. He looked at your clock on the bedside table, and it was almost lunchtime. He was quick to put on his glasses and find you, still naked because of last night’s intimacy but he doesn’t care. He feels home because you’re the first person he sees. Mark wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I was wondering where did my shirt go,” he says with a raspy voice. It’s obvious that he’s still sleepy but he wants to spend as much time with you.

“Still sleepy?” you turn around after turning the stove off, “And still naked with only your glasses, huh? You look like a nerdy porn star” you tease him, slap his ass, and made him wear at least his sweatpants and come eat breakfast with you.

“You don’t have work today?” he asks, chewing his omelet and drinking his juice.

“I have but, I call in sick for three days. Wouldn’t want to waste time” you said, smiling and winked at him. “You know, I know why you’re here. And I want you to know it’s working” he chuckled and scratched his head, busted he thought. “But I can only leave work for three days, after that I promise you I will do my best to still be with you, and not waste your time here-“ you were talking too fast, rambling that he didn’t have any choice but to stop you from talking.

“Understood, baby chill. I’m not here to sabotage your career, I’m here to take care of you”

In those three days, you and Mark enjoy Paris like a married couple enjoying their honeymoon. You’ve never enjoyed Paris like this, all thanks to Mark, the city became even more special and magical for you. You brought him to different French restaurants and made him eat a lot of good food and a lot of Watermelons, of course. You toured the city hand in hand, going to art galleries and taking countless pictures. The winery tour and your dinner date made Mark really drunk and it made him ten times even more funny. It was a struggle to bring him back to your apartment in his drunken state, but you love him too much that you even enjoyed his drunken company.

“I’m gonna ask you to marry me okay? Are you ready?” you help him step by step as you go up to your apartment, laughing so loud and disturbing your french neighbors, he was going on and on talking about marriage. “It’s true, check my pocket get the ring”

There's a huge part of you that secretly hopes that he’s telling the truth. Even if he’s proposing in his drunken state and couldn’t pop a knee, it’s okay. The staircase is still romantic for you and drunk or not, you love Mark with all your heart and soul. If Mark was telling the truth… you will say ‘yes’ and accept it will all your heart.

With all your bravery, you checked the pocket of his jacket and looked for a ring or a box. Honestly, you don’t know what you’re searching for. But there’s no ring. It made you disappointed but just laughed it all out and soothe his back because he’s about to throw up.

You reached your apartment, just in time for Mark to puke and curse every alcohol in the world. “Sorry if I’m a burden” he murmurs, resting his forehead on your toilet bowl while reaching for the flush.

“You’re never a burden. Feeling okay? Come on I’ll help you clean up” you kissed him on the forehead and left to get some clean clothes for him.

You spent the night taking care of Mark, enjoying how he hugs you so tight like he’s a child while he whines about how his head hurts. The night mostly consists of him whispering his apologies and never-ending I love you’s, while you still think about what he said earlier. Even if it didn’t happen tonight, the fact that he brought it up, finally, means that he was thinking of doing it someday. And that thought alone made you throw away your disappointment and hug him even more tightly.

Days go by and you juggle work and spending time with Mark and enjoy Paris. You feel bad letting him visit some great places alone or stay inside your apartment until you come home from work and go out finally. It was heartbreaking in many ways, but you didn’t have a choice.

On Mark’s first weekend in Paris, the first thing you did is wake him so early with loving kisses and go to the market with him. There, you and mark bought food for dinner tonight and promised you will cook for him. He was so in love with the city but had a hard time talking to French people.

“Wow, your French has improved” he praises you, “I read somewhere on the internet that the best way to learn the French language is in bed. Is there something I need to know, huh Baby?” he kissed your forehead to let you know that he’s only joking and completely well aware that cheating on him is beyond impossible.

“Fuck me in Korean then so I can learn it too” it made you both laugh, finding each other completely hilarious.

“Okay, I’ll fuck the Korean words out of you tonight”

The dinner you made was delicious, and it made Mark sad for a second because he realized he has to wait for a few months more to taste your cooking again. To light up the mood, you didn’t let him have a single alcohol tonight and made fun of his alcohol tolerance. And soon, after cleaning up from dinner, you two made love again.

He was balls inside you while you were making the pretties moans only for him to hear, he suddenly moaned Korean words which made you lost it and laughed so loud, your voices could be heard from your open window.

“Were you about to cum? I’m sorry, I just want to make you happy” he said, still inside you but not moving anymore.

“On edge, yeah. But I am, happy Mark. You came to Paris for me, even though I work my ass off while you’re still here. Oh, baby, I feel sorry.” You whine and nuzzle to the side of his sweaty face.

“Will you be happier if I ask you to marry me? Hmm?”

You were like a statue when you heard him talk about it again, and this time he’s sober. He kissed you back to reality, smiling nervously on top of you while waiting for your answer. “Hey” he kissed you again, giggling awkwardly.

“Of-of course I’ll be happy- are you proposing now?” you were stuttering and your hands were shaking as you reach for his face to cup it and kiss him. Tears in your eyes, pure happiness.

“While I'm still inside of you? No- I already have the ring, but with all that’s going on with your work right now. I just had to be sure, you want this. The last thing I want is to ruin our relationship and I’m sorry I had to say this to you while I’m still inside of you-“

You stopped him from rambling and talking too much, “Save it for breakfast. Now, continue fucking me in Korean” you both giggled again in no time. The night went on but it became, even more, sweeter for the both of you, more fucking in Korean happened and both of you slept like angels.

The morning after, you two made breakfast while trying so hard to keep your hands from each other. Obviously, the sweetness from last night hasn’t died yet. Marriage is not always a bed of roses, you’re aware of that, but you pray and pray that you and Mark stay the same like this for many years more.

“So that night at the stairs?” you asked him, taking a sip of from your coffee, eyes never leaving each other.

“I was serious but too drunk. I was going to talk about it with you that night, but…” you understand. Still, it made you happy. The morning was filled with laughter and kisses with Mark, talking more about marriage and the possibilities of having kids, shower sex, and him helping you prepare for work.

When you were just about to leave, “Oh! I almost forgot, fuck, Uhm- I need you to be my date tomorrow night. It’s the event that I’ve been working on, here” you hand him your credit card, “Sorry I can’t go with you. Buy yourself a nice suit okay? I’ll see you at dinner, I’ll be a little late, but I’ll make it to dinner” and again, you feel bad about treating him this way.

Mark is amazing in many ways, he bought a nice suit for your event tomorrow night and looked for a quiet french restaurant where he can propose to you properly. It was not hard, but talking to French people was not easy either. All he had in mind was, you deserved a romantic proposal.

Your most awaited day finally comes and everything is running smoothly. You haven’t seen Mark, because the dragon lady wanted you to get ready with her at the hotel where she was staying. “Have you seen Mark?” you asked your assistant, “I left him at the gallery. I told him you’ll meet him shortly”

After a few minutes of saying 'hi' 'hello' to the guests, you forgot that you were looking for your boyfriend and felt bad for doing that.

“Hey beautiful” he whispered behind you, and you almost spilled your champagne. You turned around and see the most handsome man on Earth, wearing a black and white suit with a slightly crooked bow tie. Your mind swims to the question, ‘will he be this handsome on your wedding day?’

“Wow- I’m speechless” is all you can say while admiring him like he's one of the paintings hanged on the wall.

“You look expensively beautiful” he greets you with a kiss and you fixed his bow tie, asking for a kiss again that he happily gave. You showed him around and introduced him to your friends, exchanged laughs for a minute then you're around working again, leaving him alone. He watches you do your job, even if he’s left alone most of the time. Nonetheless, the event was a success and you’re soon to be promoted, the dragon lady told you herself.

“Baby, I’m sorry”

“What for? You were great the whole night” he helps you unzip your beautiful Valentino dress.

“How many times did we talk tonight, I feel bad” you whine and helped him with his tie while you’re all exposed, wearing only your black lingerie. He played with the strap of your bra and proceeds to palm your ass. You did the same because he has a much nicer ass, he chuckled and kissed you to bed. Just like that, Mark turned everything around.

It’s his last day in Paris today, he leaves tomorrow morning. And you hate it. The bed feels, even more, warmer with him in it, you’re not ready to let go yet. “Don’t worry. We have forever to make the bed warm. Right?” he tries to cheer you up. “Don’t forget the dinner tonight okay?” he added.

Your day went on with Mark and you two spend more time together talking about life and everything under the sun, laughing while eating watermelons, until you had to leave again for the company dinner. It was supposed to be a night filled with Mark and Mark only but your boss decided to throw a dinner celebration for a successful event the other night, and you can’t miss it because she told you, ‘Show up tonight. Don’t piss me’. with a sly smirk that you oh so hate.

It was heartbreaking. You don’t know if the dragon lady knew that Mark was going to propose tonight or it’s just your life, ruining your perfect relationship with Mark. The dinner ended almost before midnight and you ran to the restaurant Mark told you not caring anymore if these Manolo pumps cost a fortune.

There, you saw Mark playing the piano while the restaurant staff was already cleaning up, fixing tables and chairs. It's been a while since the last time you saw him play an instrument, he knew you love it when he sings for you. You looked around the place and figured how he found a place like this in a country he's not familiar with. He was trying so hard during his whole stay, and you just watched and you let the people from work drain you until there’s nothing left for Mark.

He was still playing the piano sadly when you embraced him from behind, greeting him with a kiss. Feeling sorry for ruining the night he has planned for the two of you. He stopped and faked a smile, it was obvious and it pains you to see him like this. The space was quiet, and you notice that the staff were nice enough to give you two some privacy. He continued playing the piano and started singing the song his father used when he proposed to his mother.

You feel unworthy of his love.

Mark kissed you before he stands up, but all you wanted to do is say sorry over and over again. But you didn’t want to ruin the mood. You watch him bend on one knee, smiling shyly but you can say that he knows what he's doing. “Even if I already know the answer, and even if you become the busiest woman in Paris, marry me? Make me the happiest man alive?”

You were in tears, but you don’t know if it's made of happiness or sadness. There was a moment of silence that made him nervous and thought that maybe you changed your mind. It was making him nervous.

“Yes yes, of course”

Mark sighed in relief and let out a nervous laugh. He puts the ring on your finger and dried your tears before he kisses you. You see his sharp cheekbones appear from too much smiling and told you that his cheeks hurt.

That very moment made you realize that your job here in Paris and your boss, doesn’t deserve you. You can be amazing somewhere else, somewhere closer to Mark. In that way, you can be busy, yes, but you can come home to him every day and fuck in Korean the whole night.

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Our What?

Hi guys~! So here’s another Greyche fic, it’s actually a sequel to ‘The Proposal’ so hopefully you guys like it! I was actually working on this fic before I wrote ‘the proposal’ so this one inspired that one haha! But hopefully you guys like it 💕~!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,502

Warnings: None

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Today started out as just any normal day to Gauche. Luck and Magna were sparring as usual in the hideout, Vanessa was drinking her bottle of wine, Asta was trying to get Noelle and Secre to train with him, Charmy was in the kitchen cooking with her sheep, Henry was off somewhere, and the Captain and Finral were off who knows where. While he, Gordon, and Grey were sitting at a table ignoring the noise behind them. Gauche had just finished painting a figure of Marie and was waiting for it to dry, when he glanced at Grey out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting with her hands over her eyes but her fingers split so she could see out of them, she was watching Luck and Magna as they destroyed the hideout for the millionth time.

A soft, hidden smile appeared on Gauche’s face as he looked at her, even with her face hidden she still managed to look cute. He felt very lucky to have met her and have her in his life, but he felt even luckier after she had asked him to marry her. Admittedly he had been wanting to ask her first and had it planned out for a while but he just couldn’t figure out how he had wanted to ask her. The night he was about to ask she had just blurted it out as quickly as she could. Gauche had been shocked at first, but had swiftly recovered and had accepted her proposal, he had never told her that he was also going to propose that night, he wanted Grey to be proud of her bravery even if it got him teased endlessly by Magna and Luck when they found out. That was 3 years ago.

“ G-Gauche? Are you ok?” Gauche blinked as he heard his name and noticed Grey had turned her attention to him. “ You’ve been s-staring at me for a while.” She added her voice slightly shaky from her nervousness, he had been so lost in the memories that he forgot he was looking at Grey.

“ Sorry, just got lost in thought.” He apologized quickly before checking to see if his Marie figure was done drying, he didn’t paint them as much as he used too. Mind you, he still loved his little sister, but after he started dating Grey he sort of realized (with Marie’s help of course) that he didn’t need to give her all of his attention all the time, he could let more people into his heart and love them as much as he loved Marie.

“ H-Hey Gauche? Can we g-go to our room for a bit?” Grey asked just as a bolt of Luck’s lightning wizzed right by their table. Gauche whipped around in his chair.

“ Will you two idiots knock it off? If one of your fireballs or lightning bolts hits Grey it’s going to be me you have to deal with!” He threatened before he realized that it might make Luck intentionally try to hit Grey just to make Gauche spar with him. “ Yeah let’s get out of here.” He quickly added while grabbing his wife by the hand and half dragging her to their shared room.

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Once there Gauche couldn’t help but release a small sigh of relief, they were finally away from the craziness that was Luck and Magna, at least for now anyway. Grey walked over and sat on their bed, wringing her hands nervously as they sat in her lap. Gauche had noticed for the past few days she had been more nervous than usual, and that was saying a lot since she seemed to be nervous at least 65% of the time normally. He frowned slightly.

“ Is everything ok Grey? You seem more tense than usual.” He asked and watched her jump slightly at his question, apparently she was lost in thought.

“ I-I’m fine! Just thinking is all.” Grey tried to assure him and yet it did nothing to soothe his unease, whenever she was anxious it would sometimes do the same to him so for both their sakes (mainly hers) he would try to do whatever he could in order to ease or at least leasen her anxiety a bit. He looked down in his hand and noticed he still had his Marie figure in it. ‘I must’ve grabbed it before we left the room.’ Gauche assumed as he walked over and put it on a dresser that housed other Marie figures.

“Y’know,” he started as a soft smile appeared on his face. “ I remember when Marie was a baby just like it was yesterday, she was so cute, so tiny. I sometimes forget how much she’s actually grown up and how she doesn’t really need me anymore.” He added as he looked over the figurines. It was true, it was like Gauche had blinked and suddenly Marie was turning into a young woman. It was bittersweet. Soon she would start dating, possibly get married, and maybe even have kids...the thought of this really tugged at his heart.

“ That’s not true Gauche,” Grey said as she suddenly stood up from the bed. “ No matter how much older Marie gets she’ll always need her older brother. Besides, it’s not just her that needs you. The squad needs you, I need you, and…” She trailed off suddenly, Gauche turned to look at her, she was wringing her hands again and her face had turned a bright shade of red.

“ ‘And’ what?” He asked curiously, it was almost like the night she had proposed. It was like she was trying to muster up the courage to just say it.

“ And…our baby will need you too!” Grey told him softly yet with a somewhat determined sounding voice, she had stopped wringing her hands but held them tightly to her chest, her eyes were shut tight even though she was already looking down at the ground.

“ Our what?” Gauche asked, his voice suddenly going dry. Did she just say…’our baby’? He blinked and shook his head a bit as though he were trying to get something out of his ears. He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right, he believed he did, but he just wanted to make sure.

“ I-I-I said, our baby.” Grey repeated a little louder this time, she still had her eyes shut tightly and it appeared she wouldn’t open them anytime soon. Gauche swallowed a lump in his throat at the confirmation, ‘So that means...I’m going to be a father?’ He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. His family was growing. Suddenly a small image of a child appeared in his mind, a perfect mix of both him and Grey. Of course it had her beautiful smile, maybe even her shyness, and that was completely fine by him. Gauche walked up to Grey and pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in a tight hug, though not too tight. It seemed to surprise her as he heard a small gasp.

“ G-Gauche?” Grey squeaked out before relaxing into the hug and placing her hands onto his chest. Gauche was so overwhelmed with emotion he couldn’t think of another way to express it other than just to hold her in his arms.

“ S-So...you’re not angry with me?” Grey asked shyly as she pulled away to look at him, Gauche looked at her with a frown.

“ Why would I be angry with you?” He was genuinely curious and she looked away from him.

“ B-Because when I went to the doctors...I heard a couple of women talking and they were saying how sometimes men get angry when they’re w-wives or girlfriends tell them that and...it…” Grey trailed off as her face turned an even brighter shade of red.

“ It scared you.” Gauche concluded and when she nodded he pulled her closer to him once again.

“ I promise,” he whispered softly into the crook of her neck. “ I will protect you both until I breathe my final breath. I will make sure you’re both happy, healthy, and never have to want for anything ever. If I ever fail to make good on any of my promises I’ll do whatever I have too in order to make it right.” He promised before placing a soft kiss to her neck and then pulling away in order to place a tender kiss on her lips, which she reciprocated.

“ Wait until I tell Marie, she’s going to be so excited about being an aunt.” Gauche said after he pulled away, Grey giggled and nodded firmly before adding.

“ And the others too! They’re going to be extra excited!” Gauche groaned at the reminder. That was not a conversation he was excited about having. But seeing how happy and excited Grey was to tell the other Black Bulls, he was more than willing to go through with it.

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I’m actually happy with how I ended this fic for a change hehe ☺️! But I hope you guy’s enjoyed it and I’m sorry it it’s not very good! If anyone wants to be added to the taglist please let me know!Hopefully everyone has a good day💕~!

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planetjisungie · 4 years ago

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shower- p.js

characters; idol! jisung x reader ft. dreamies

summary; crack, fluff kind of, the older dreamies being pervs and jisung making sure they know that 😌

an; okay just read the whole thing because taken out of context this looks so bad but this was inspired by an instagram post that im sure youve all seen

the boys were all sat on the sofa in the dorm, watching the movie so in depth that they were on the edge of their seats. apart from one of them. jisungs phone screen was glowing bright white, a smile constantly kept up as he texted his girlfriend— you.

"aye, park jisung watch the damn movie." chenle slapped jisung’s knee from his left, the taller overdramatising it by rolling onto his side and into jaemin. at this point, jisung had been on his phone the whole time and the boys were slightly irked. this was supposed to be their group bonding time, chenle had to go home himself in a couple of hours and haechan stayed at the 127 dorm so this time was rather hard to get.

jaemin didnt oppose to this, wrapping his arms and legs around the now struggling teenager who was trying to get out of the tight lock his groupmate was holding him in. "jisungie~" jaemins sweet tone made him scrunch his nose, turning to clawing his way out of the embrace. "hey let me gooooo!" jisung continued struggling, the other boys ignoring him as they kept their eyes trained on the movie playing on their TV. eventually he made his way out, phone now discarded on the seat of the sofa with his elbows on his knees as he caught his breath.

"im going to the toilet." jisung grumbled, standing up and leaving the room. once he was gone, all the boys scrambled over to the sofa that jaemin, chenle and the boy in question were sat on, jeno snatching his phone. "you guys should respect his privacy." renjun tutted, shaking his head before making his way over slowly. "don’t tell me you’re not interested in finding out who he was texting, did you see his smile?!" chenle reasoned out, entering the password that he knew off by heart into his bestfriends phone.

"just saying, if he finds out you snooped through his stuff, i had no part in it." renjun rolled his eyes but looked at the screen in interest nonetheless. of course they were all curious; recently jisung hadnt been paying as much attention to them and had seemed to have matured more.

it was the little things, such as washing up without complaints, doing the laundry, tidying his room more often, showering more often and he was even getting jaemin to teach him how to cook. it was suspicious to say the least, and the boys were going to find out what had caused such a change in the youngest member.

chenle double clicked the home button to open up the most recently used applications, pressing on the first and most recent one. the familiar snapchat app greeted their nosey eyes, the camera first showing their faces before chenle winced and swiped right. "snapchat? i didn’t even know he used it." jeno curiously peered down closer, pushing his glasses up his nose with his finger. haechan squinted before taking the phone out of chenles hands, eyes blown open as he pointed to the pinned conversation at the top of the screen. jisung only had about 5 chats open anyway from family members and they were all printed with ‘53w’ meaning he hadnt spoken to them in over a year.

however, the pinned conversation had the blue arrow, meaning jisung had recently sent a message "7 minutes ago? to... sweetpea with a bunch of hearts?" jaemin now grabbed the phone, pressing the pinned chat to open up the saved messages. "idiots, who even saves messages on snapchat these days." chenle retorted, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. the room was practically silent except from the quiet noise of the TV, everyone now focused on the rectangular object in jaemin’s hands.

me: love this movie is so boring but i want to spend time with the others :((((

sweetpea💓🥺💓❤️: lolllll, just tell them its boring and ask to change it. this is quality time, enjoy it whilst you can

me: but im scared they’ll be upset, theyve wanted to watch this movie for so long now

me: why dont you come round to meet them today?

sweetpea💓🥺💓❤️: ahhh, now im scared 🥺 im in the shower anyway so maybe another time hehe

me: in the shower ;)

sweetpea💓🥺💓❤️: yes,, that is what i said bubs

me: send pics?

sweetpea💓🥺💓❤️: you mean the usual right?

me: yes pls ;)

"wait what??" jaemin screeched, rubbing his eyes before rereading. "i know he did not just ask for nudes." renjun was baffled, not really knowing what else to say. this was like their child, they had watched him grow up and to them, he was still like a baby.

just as the boys were all frozen in shock, the phone dinged with a message from you and the hair on the back of their necks stood up. "do we open it?" chenle tentatively pointed at the red squared next to your bitmoji. "no! that definitely is their privacy and we are not doing that." renjun with some common sense was strongly against opening the snap, shaking his head rapidly.

"open what and invade whos privacy?" jisungs voice surprised all the boys, jaemin jumping out of his seat and sending jisungs phone flying into the air. unfortunately, he accidentally pressed the chat, opening the snap. all 5 boys shrieked, pressing their hands to their eyes in addition to screwing them shut tightly so they didn’t see anything they shouldn’t be seeing. "is that my phone?" jisung walked closer to the sofa, slightly annoyed that they were going through his stuff but also confused at their reaction.

"park jisung i think we need to have a talk about women." jeno’s voice was shaky yet strong, gulping audibly as he pressed his hands to his eyes harder. jisung raised his brows as he walked round to the sofa, smiling uncontrollably when he saw the picture on his phone screen. "aww shes so cute!" he gushed, picking it up before sending weird looks to the boys. "why are you covering your eyes...you can look."

jaemin was the first one to open his eyes slowly, he was hesitant but he just had to trust jisung knew what he was doing. and boy did he feel like a fool when he opened them fully, sighing in relief and leaning back onto the sofa with relaxed shoulders. "guys false alarm." one by one they all opened their eyes, some holding in laughs from the situation and some wanting to praise the lord because jisung was still somewhat sweet and not a teenage douchebag.

that being due to the fact that the image on his screen was your face, your hair slicked up with soap into one vertical spike, a cute pout on your face. usually whenever you told jisung you were going in the shower he would ask for pictures of your hair in a spike which he would save into a whole folder of your cute spikey hair pics. ever since he saw that one post on instagram and begged you to try it, he had amassed a whopping 37 of these pictures which he would flick through if he was ever down or missing you. it was adorable really.

"what did you guys think it was?" jisung screenshotted the picture with a wide smile, secretly hoping that the big secret of his girlfriend would he forgotten. he wasn’t embarrassed of you or anything, he loved you with his whole existence but he knew you were a little shy to meet the other 5/6 dream members and the relentless teasing would further fuel your shyness. jeno looked around at all the awkward boys before realising no one was going to say anything if he didnt.

after seeing their reluctant expressions, jisung made a face of disgust and grimaced at the boys. "you’re all gross, not everyone is constantly horny you perverts." jisung shuddered, pressing his phone to his chest as he judged his older members who were stammering to explain themselves.

#nct #nct dream #park jisung #jisung fluff #nct jisung #jisung #jisung park #nct jisung fluff #park jisung scenarios #drabble idk man #jeno #jaemin #chenle #renjun #haechan

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wychive · 4 years ago

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𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 — 𝙝. 𝙝𝙟

fic type // letter fic - 2.0k words

summary // hyunjin finds his pile of hidden letters for you and he decided to write one last time

pairing(s) // hyunjin x fem!reader, hyunjin x oc

genre(s) // PG16 & angst

warning(s) // mentions of food, cussing

author's note // hello hello the second part of unspoken words is here <3 im sorry you all had to wait such a long time! but here is hyunjin’s pov from the first part which is y/n’s pov. please listen to coldplay’s yellow while reading as it was the inspiration for this! this is slightly crappier than the first but its okay :’) i hope you all enjoy this! thank you for reading muah muah

general taglist // @omigogames, @crvgio, @luthenia

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[20/03/14, 10:30pm]

hey y/n/n,

im writing these to let out some things i've been holding in,, some of them i cant say in front of you because im so scared of what will happen, to you and more importantly to us. i'll write another one soon, goodbye.

- your jinnie

[19/04/14, 03:00am]

hi hello dumb dumb,

your smile was gorgeous, as always. i just wanted to say that because you seem like you've been in the dumps lately. i hope everything is okay at home. i'm glad we video called today, you seemed so alone. if i were you, I'd say thank you, haha,, i'm bringing you something tomorrow. i hope you like it since you always liked these sweets. i'm bringing some for our new friend too! i'll see you tomorrow, princess.

- your prince hyunjin

[19/05/15, 12:30am]

hi lovergirl :)

i hope you have a really good birthday, i can't wait to see you and yeon. were gonna have so much fun at the beach, with the sand in our feet and the salty wind from the sea. i'm bringing my disposable camera tomorrow and i hope we'll use it well. other than that, i hope to see you happy for the rest of our lives. promise me to stay strong? thats my best girl! thank you for being here since the start, i can't imagine how life would be without you. i love you so much, lovely.

- your lil berry jin

[09/06/15, 08:39pm]

hey y/n/n,

i hope you're doing well there at home. you're probably dying of hotness and boredness without me hehe,, but i'm sorry, it's called a family trip for a reason. germany is so pretty and it's wow… you would love it so much. maybe i'll take you here one day, just the two of us :) i mean, yeon can come too if she likes, it's no biggie. but,,, you, yknow? for old times sake. by the way, do you know why yeon keeps calling me? she says it's because she's bored but i'm not sure if i quite understand,,, as you're bored too. why don't you both be bored together? the trio will get back in the fall don't worry about it but for now you guys be lonely together :>

- your puppy, hyunjin

[15/06/15, 2:19pm]

hey y/n/n,

i bought you some local snacks. i can't wait to see you again. i love you, dork.

- your hyunnie

[30/06/15, 3:00am]

y/n,

i'm glad to see you still being.. you even after we stopped talking regularly. yeonnie tells me you've been trying to interact with others at your school? i'm so happy for you but don't forget me loser hehe. i'll see you soon, hopefully, alright?

- your dandelion, hyunjin

[18/07/15, 2:15am]

yo y/n/n,

i hope you're doing okay. i think i have feelings for yeon but i'm not sure,,, i just get butterflies when i'm around her and i think she has it too. what do you think? maybe i can confess to her soon? idk why i can't tell you this, directly i mean. am i scared? i don't know. im sorry we talk less than we already do. i really am. maybe i'll text you later, who knows. i'll see you soon.

- your starlight, hyunjin

[25/07/15, 5:00pm]

hi,

it's been a while. i guess you heard that yeonbin and i got together a few days ago. i dont know why i'm writing a fake letter to you when we don't talk anymore but i hope you're not too surprised over it. she's so incredible, y/n. she makes me so so happy, i don't even know how she does it,, and her little dimples. god, i may have just met the love of my life. she radiates such a blue-ish colour. i see a little bit of you in her everytime she smiles though, is that weird? no- i don't know-,, i think you'll say 'i think you're in love with me instead of her' and you'll put on a smirk. dumbass. well, i'll figure it out soon. see you around.

- hyunnie

[25/05/15, 04:30am]

y/n/n,

i think i still love you.

- your angel, hyunjin

[20/??/15, ??:??]

im sorry

y/n i'm so so sorry that she did that to you. i had no idea she was this cruel. i told her that y'know maybe i still love you. keyword maybe. she freaked out. this is all my fault. y/n im so sorry please forgive me, she went through my stuff without asking. i don't know what has gotten into her lately. please, please, forgive me. oh how i could just hug you right now if i weren't so selfish. again, i'm so so sorry.

- hyunjin

[15/12/15, 5:00am]

hello

i miss when we used to stay up and stare at the stars while they shine for us. i miss your stupid questions whenever everything was quiet. i miss the way you would kiss my forehead when everything was going numb. i miss you, so so much. please, come back. i don't care if you would be my best friend, please, just be in my life again.

- the one missing you

[01/01/20, 12:00am]

hey, you

happy new years! its been a while, hasn't it? i hope you're doing okay. i am, too, fortunately.

im writing you for the last time to tell you something i should have,, many many years ago.

i love you, sweet moonlight. i'm sorry i didn't say it sooner. i wish i did, i wish i was the one holding you through the night. i wish i was the one who makes you smile every day. i wish i was the one who made you breakfast in bed on our anniversaries. i wish, i wish, i wish i was yours, y/n. i don't know why i'm releasing so late that i should've asked you out after that failed attempt. im sorry, y/n, that i made your life such a burden. i'm so sorry that i loved you so much that i let you go too early. i'm so so sorry.

i would go back to you if you'd let me. i would be your best friend again if it made you happy. i would be your boyfriend if we fell in love. i would turn back time if i could, to go back to when i confessed to yeonbin. it should've been you, y/n. it was always you. please, i want to feel your touch and your soothing voice. come back to me, because i would go back to you. i love you, i love you, i love you.

i miss your smile that gives off yellow. i miss the yellow flowers you used to give my sister when she was down. i miss the yellow hat you used to use all the time. you're my favourite colour, y/n. you're my yellow.

- the one that made a mistake, hwang hyunjin.

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kigozula · 4 years ago

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A Sokkla Fic inspired by the Story of Jake Long & Rose from American Dragon. Sokka finds out who is Love really is and an adventure is beginning. Will Azula and Sokka be able to live their love?

Chapter 1

She was strong as always and her eyes didn't make it easier for him. Those beautiful eyes.

Ever since he officially found out who she is, he kept losing the fights against the clan. It felt out of his control. He has always been weak when it came to her. That girl he is interested in, since the first time he met her.

They barely talked in battles. He especially stopped talking since he didn't want her to know who he is.

His friends had warned him several times that the likelihood that Azula was the Huntsgirl was extremely high. Though part of him thought so too, he tried to push away those possibilities and just ignore. He was afraid to put mountains between her and himself.

But her eyes could be seen. The rest of her face was covered. Only her ponytail and her eyes were visible. The Huntsclan were wearing matching suits. Only the Huntsmaster, the leader of the Huntsclan, had a different suit. He was always wearing a cape and a helmet resembling the head of an animal.

Suddenly the earth beneath their feet began shaking. They stopped fighting for a moment. A landslide. The earth was sliding down from the mountain and they had to act quickly. Sokka instinctively ran towards Azula to save her from the landslide. Both fell down, but what mattered was that they were save now.

"What is this now?" Azula stood up with difficulty. "Who do you think you are? Are you a superhero saving his enemy to make friends? Forget it!"

Sokka didn't say anything.

"I am Huntsgirl! I will have to end you someday. This is my goal Water Fighter!" she said with determination.

They heard the rest of the clan coming and Sokka ran to his fighters.

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She was putting her books in order when she saw him standing at the end of the hall. She smiled and walked up to him.

"Hey Sokka, sorry I couldn't join the learning session yesterday. My uncle needed my help." she said.

Sokka gave her a sad smile. "That's okay, I had other things to do as well."

The school bell rang. "I should be going now." And with that he turned around and walked to his classroom.

He still looked lovingly at her, but she sensed something bad. It seemed like the shyness and excitement in his eyes were replaced by sadness. He didn't approach or talk to her as he used to. Instead, he looked at her from afar and turned around when she saw him. As if they were completely strangers to each other.

Azula looked at the direction where he was standing seconds ago.

Did he lose interest?

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Azula and Sokka went to the Fire Nation Academy. They were on the same grade. Sokka immediately had a crush on Azula when he first saw her. She liked him too.

He became a bundle of nerves near her and could never gather himself to ask her out. Every time he was close to be brave enough, Chan, the rich boy of their school would pop out, ruin the moment and start flirting with Azula. His attitude made Sokka boil in anger.

Due to a school project, they had the opportunity to meet outside of the school. Both were excited. But their meeting was not ideal since both had their obligations. Their secret identities.

The Huntsgirl and the Water Fighter.

The Huntsclan and the Water Fighters were enemies. The Huntsclan, leaded by the Huntsmaster named Zhao, wanted power. Their first goal to gain that said power was to eliminate their biggest enemies.

The Water Fighters started as a small group in the Fire Nation, to protect people in their town from any harm. They grew more and more. They didn't have an official leader, but Hakoda was in charge of Sokka. He trained him and was like a teacher for him. As time went by, Sokka became a capable fighter. He led his group quite often.

The Water Fighters were completely covered while fighting. Only a narrow slit could be seen on the mask. You'd have to get very close to even see the eyes.

Unbeknownst in the beginning, Azula and Sokka were in truth enemies fighting against each other. But Sokka found it out someday. Since then, the energy between Azula and Sokka, as well as Huntsgirl and the Water Fighter changed. Sokka couldn't reach his full potential when he was fighting against the Huntsclan when Huntsgirl was there. Which was slightly becoming a problem. In school, he was just the sad boy looking lovingly and hopeless at the girl he fell in love with. Trying hard to stay away from her…

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"Sokka, stop sulking already she is the enemy! Accept that. She would kill you without hesitation!" Toph said.

"Lu Ten told us that the big hunt is tomorrow. It's only a matter of time for her to find out who you are." Haru added.

"I know. I know." Sokka said while walking home. "That's exactly what I'm fearing. If she finds it out, I won't see her smiling at me ever again."

Coming home, he went to bed early. Tomorrow was a ritual named "The Big Hunt". He didn't know the exact details of how it worked and he didn't feel like thinking about it either. He lay on his bed and looked at the ceiling with bleary eyes. They had shared some good moments together. He called back their memory of how they tried to practice for the school theater...

"The Dragon Princess and the Dragon Prince!" the teacher explained. "I have chosen two talented classmates, because it has the highest priority for our art education on our great academy."

"Azula will be our Dragon Princess and the perfect Dragon Prince is: Sokka!"

Sokka almost fell from his chair. Full of enthusiasm he looked at Azula, who smiled back at him. How did the teacher think of him as talented when it came to a theater play? He didn't know but he didn't care either. What mattered was, that he could spend time with Azula.

"Yes! Uhm, I mean yeah for sure. I will be the best Dragon Prince." he said. Fact was, that he had little trust in himself when it came to acting. But he would never waste a chance to be close to Azula.

"I have no qualms about that. Your friends have said that you are passionate when it comes to art." said the teacher smiling.

Sokka looked at his left finding his friends smiling nervously at him. He would thank them for their kindness for sure. Toph and Haru were the best friends he could imagine.

Azula and Sokka had met at the Tea Shop which belonged Lu Ten and his father that afternoon. He was nervous, in love, and sweet. She on the other hand tried to stay professional and focused on the script.

"I assume you know the famous story of the Dragon Princess and the Dragon Prince?" she asked him.

"Uh, yeah of course I do!" he smiled at her. He didn't know the full tale.

Azula was aware of how often he tried to lie to her to seem cool. She didn't think it was necessary but never complained. If, then it flattered her a little to know that he tried to be 'better' for her in everything. But she liked him the way he was, although she would never say it out loud.

"The teacher mentioned that act number nine is the most important one. So, I would suggest for us to start practicing with that part." Azula told him.

"Yes let's begin with it!" Until he realized what that meant.

"What!? Act number nine? You mean that act with..."

"If it's okay for you of course." Azula replied.

The Dragon Princess and the Dragon Prince would kiss in that act. Of course, Sokka would be the happiest if he kissed Azula, but he was nervous. Extremely nervous because he never expected so much of their meeting. But he needed to collect himself. There was absolutely no one he would or could do this with. If it would be another girl, he wouldn't even accept the role. He wanted to share every special experience with Azula and only with Azula.

Azula on the other hand didn't seem nervous at all. On the outside at least. She was also a bit unsure, if not as much as Sokka. She would not do that if it would be someone else, but she didn't want him to know that yet.

"Of course, it is, hehe, I mean of course I am... I am experienced in kissing!" he said and had a small flashback of his 'experiences'.

"Good night mommy!" said little Sokka and pressed a kiss to his mother's cheek. "Good night my love." replied his mother.

"This is your little sister Sokka." his parents said. "I love you Katara and I will always protect you from bad guys!" he told his baby sister in his arms and gave her a kiss on her tiny hand.

"Hello Teddy, I missed you!" and gave his favorite toy a kiss.

After practicing the beginning of the act they finally reached to scene in which they would kiss.

They put the script aside and looked into each other's eyes.

Sokka's mind was exploding. “It's just a kiss Sokka, it's just a kiss. Just a kiss with the girl you love. Calm down boy you can do that.”

Yet when he was looking into her eyes, his nervousness started to fade away.

Their faces started nearing each other and Azula closed her eyes. Just as he was about to close his too and press his lips onto hers, an unexpected guest rushed to them.

"Sokka! You have to come!" said Lu Ten.

At the same time, Azula saw a hawk waiting at the window. She knew her Uncle, the Huntsmaster was calling her.

That was it with their first kiss. It ended before it started.

The theater play didn't take place either because Azula had 'family responsibilities'. Today he understood what those responsibilities really had been.

He fell asleep while thinking about every moment with her.

#sokkla #azula #sokka #sokkla fic #my love my enemy

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syos-princess · 4 years ago

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Shortcakes’ Wedding “Diary”

Pairing: Syo Kurusu x Jules (Kurusu) (Me)

Other Characters: Many... (Everyone from Shining Agency + Kurusu Family)

Word Count: 2500+

TW: It’s a positive rollercoaster! (Fluff)

Tag List/Special Wedding Guests: @of-comfort-and-love @minty-fresh-kicks @stars-sunglasses-and-sodapop

Info: So, today is finally our wedding day and I kinda went over board with this story, hehe... [blushes] It’s written like little vlogs (though I call them “diary entries”) from getting ready to the reception speech!

[ok to rb/p.ros.hippers dni]

April 8, 2021 at 8:00 AM

[The recording starts]

„Okay, we‘re filming!“, says Nanami with a big smile on her face. „Welcome to the first video ’diary’ entry of Syo‘s and Jules‘ wedding day! The happy bride is over here-“

[The camera swings over to Jules and Tomo]

„-getting ready for her big day! Say hello, girls!“ Jules smiles shyly at the camera and waves. „Hello…“, she says. „Hello, hello~!“, answers Tomochika and winks at the camera. She is currently doing the young brunette‘s hair. „Are you excited, Ju-chan?“, asks Nanami. Jules nods slightly to not disturb Tomo during her work on her. „I am! Nervous but very excited, hehe…“ Oh and how nervous she is. Jules is scared of messing up and it being on camera forever but at the same time she can’t wait to be married to the man of her dreams. „Just think of Syo and it‘ll be fine!“, throws Tomo in. The blue-eyed bride blushes hard, while the two redheads laugh warmly.

[The camera zooms in a little more on Jules]

Then the young composer speaks up again. „So, Jules. What’s on the schedule?“ The girl in question giggles. „Well, right now: getting ready. The wedding ceremony is at 10AM, after that the reception at 12PM and lastly the wedding party.“ Nanami nods behind the camera. „Syo‘s dad should be here soon with the dress.“, adds Jules. This time it’s Tomochika who speaks. „Your dress is so beautiful. I‘ve only seen pictures so far but it’s gorgeous.“ Jules smiles. „Yeah, it really is. Makes me wonder if I really deserve to wear such an amazing dress.“ „Oh, hush! It was custom made, by your father-in-law, for you. Of course you deserve to wear it. You’ll look like a real princess in it! Syo won’t manage to take his eyes off of you.“, exclaims Tomo with confidence. The brunette blushes again. „Thanks, girls…“ There is a light knock.

[The camera view gets lowered to the floor]

„Oh, room service! It‘d be good if you could eat something to ease your nerves.“

[The camera focuses on the two girls again]

Jules chuckles lightheartedly. „Yeah, I‘ll try. Even though I’m not hungry.” She takes a look at her phone on the table. “Hm, I wonder how Syo is doing. We spent the night apart. I hope he’s alright…” Another knock. This time it’s Syo‘s dad with the special dress in tow. „Good morning, ladies.“ „Good morning, sir!“ The middle-aged man turns to Jules. “How are you doing today, Jules?” The brunette smiles. “I’m doing well, thank you! Nervous but well.” “Heh, yeah, that’s completely normal, dear!”, answers her soon-father-in-law with a chuckle.

[The camera zooms out]

„Okay, I think we should let the bride get ready in peace now.“ It‘s Nanami‘s voice. Tomo nods at that. „Yeah, we can take pics of the finished look after. Right, Jules?“ „Yes, totally.“, Jules answers with a smile. „Alright, this is it for the first video entry! Bye!“ The three people in view smile and wave at the camera.

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 8:30 AM

[The recording starts]

„HELLO!!! My best friend is getting married today!”, screams Natsuki behind the camera. The other STARISH guys flinch at the shrill tone. „Was it a good idea to let Natsuki film for now?“, asks Otoya jokingly. „Ah, it’ll be fine!“, answers Cecil. Tokiya turns to the device. „Welcome to this first video from us, the guys‘ side.“ Everybody, except Natsuki, waves at the camera with big smiles on their faces. „Hello!“ Ren goes over to Syo, who leans against a window, and pats his shoulder. „This little man is the lucky groom today! He is excited to see his bride~!“ Syo blushes but tries to hide it with a frown. „H-hey! Don’t call me short!“

[The camera view gets very shaky]

„Aww, Syo-chan! I‘m so happy for you!!“ „Natsuki! Be careful with the camera-“

[The view is blurry before doing dark]

„Ugh. Natsuki. Can‘t...breathe...“ It‘s definitely Syo‘s voice. „Oh! Sorry!!“ There is laughter now. „Oh, the camera…“ „Don’t worry, Ittoki. I got it.“

[The camera gets picked up]

„Hello, this is Hijirikawa Masato.“, says the voice behind the device. „Welcome again to this little video entry of this special day. We‘re currently in the suite and getting ready.“

[The camera zooms to Syo]

„Kurusu, how are you feeling?“, asks Masato. The blonde smiles fondly. „Amazing! I just can’t wait to see Jules. I’m sure she looks gorgeous. I wish it‘s 10AM already, haha!“ Syo turns around and plays a little with his white suit sleeve, while looking out of the window. Cecil speaks up next. „Could it be that you‘re nervous?“ Syo takes a deep breath. „No! I mean, yeah, maybe a little. I‘m so confident and yet, today, I‘m even more nervous than during important auditions. Well, more like happy, excited, nervous, just so many emotions at once.” Syo turns to his friends again. “Is that normal?” Tokiya smiles at him. “Of course. You’re getting married today, it’s normal to feel like this.” The others nod at Tokiya’s answer.

[The camera zooms out to show the group]

“That’s why you should eat something, Syo-chan!”, exclaims Natsuki and points at the food that they ordered from room service. The young groom sits down at the table. “I’m not really hungry actually…” Otoya lays one of the sandwiches on a plate and puts it in front of Syo. “Believe us, you’re going to need every little bit of strength today.” The blonde idol smiles, nods, and starts nibbling on the sandwich. Then he moves to take his phone. “Maybe I should ask Jules if she’s doing okay…” Ren laughs and takes Syo’s phone. “Nice try, Ochibi-chan, but you guys agreed to not contact and see each other before she‘s walking down the aisle to you!” Syo blushes. “Y-yeah, I know! It’s just...weird without the usual good morning texts and all...”, he mumbles. The others let out a laugh. “These two really can’t live without each other.”, says Cecil. “It’s so adorable!!”, squeals Natsuki. The shorter blonde’s blush deepens. “H-hey now! Stop teasing, guys!” Ren puts his arm around Syo’s shoulders. “Seriously though, we’re so happy for you both. Jules and you are the definition of soulmates and we all are beyond excited to celebrate this important day with you.” Syo bashfully runs his fingers through his hair but has a big smile on his face. “Thank you, guys! I can’t imagine not having you all here with us.” All of them smile warmly. Otoya chuckles. “Man, I’m hungry.” Masato nods behind the camera. “Yeah, let’s eat before it’s time for the ceremony.” Syo waves at the camera. “Thanks for joining us. See ya later!” “See ya!”

[The recording stops]

April 8, 2021 at 9:50 AM

[The recording starts]

“Hello, again to another video ‘diary’ entry! It’s Nanami!”, says the energetic voice behind the camera. “This is the location of the ceremony!”

[The camera view goes around the venue]

There is a lot of green, it’s an outdoor wedding, a white path, and cherry blossoms all around, completing the spring wedding theme with their beauty. In the first row of the white chairs, on the other side of Nanami, sits Quartet Night.

[The camera zooms in a little more]

The four men wave at the camera with Reiji being the most enthusiastic about it. Shining is only one row behind them and looks like he’s about to cry from happiness. Beside him are Ryuya, who’s facepalming at Shining’s behavior, and Ringo who just laughs and says something to his teaching partner.

[The view swings over to the front]

There is Syo speaking with Kaoru, his Best Man. The rest of STARISH are nearby, as well.

[The camera gets closer to the blonde twins]

“Hey, Syo-kun! Are you ready for the big moment?”, asks Nanami. Syo nods. “Yeah! I got the message that she’s here! The ceremony should start pretty soon.” Syo smiles a little. “Hey, Nanami? How does Jules look in her dress?” The redhead chuckles. “I’m sorry, Syo-kun. It’s a secret.” “Not even a little hint?” “Nope!” Kaoru lets out a laugh. “Give it up, Nii-san. Besides, you’re going to see her soon!” Syo plays with his suit’s sleeve. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” Suddenly, Natsuki runs over to them. “Message from Jules! She’s on her way! 2 minutes!” The group nods. Everybody is taking their seats or positions. Syo takes a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this!”, he says. „You got this, Syo-kun!“, answers Nanami.

[The view gets really shaky for a moment]

„Alright! The ceremony is about to start.“

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 10:00 AM

[The recording starts]

Shortly after the camera turns on does music start playing, signaling the arrival of the bride. It’s a very familiar song to everyone. The instrumental version of “Hatsukoi wo Mata Hajimeyou”, requested by Jules and self-proclaimed „couple song“ by the wedding pair. And there she comes. The bride in her wedding gown getting walked down the little path by her father-in-law. The dress is a kimono-inspired blush pink dress with sakura embroidery. Absolutely beautiful. Syo’s eyes start to shine as he sees Jules. His smile is bigger than anyone has ever seen. The brunette’s smile is just as bright. Both of them have tears in their eyes, which could fall any second. The young idol meets his bride and dad halfway down the path. He gives Jules a quick peck on the cheek and turns to his dad to thank him. They exchange a few words and a pat on the shoulder before his dad “gives” Jules over to him. Syo holds out his hand to her. “Shall we, my gorgeous princess?” The blue-eyed girl blushes but takes it without hesitation. „Absolutely, my handsome prince.” Now it is Syo who blushes. Both of them walk together, hand in hand, to the front where the officiant awaits.

[A little while later]

“Now it’s time for the wedding vows.”, the officiant announces. Jules, nervously, goes first.

“My Prince.”, she starts. “There is so much to say and believe me when I say that I wrote down 10 pages full of stuff I wanted to say but I keep it short. I love you. And with every single day that passes, I do more. You are the light in my life that keeps me going, even through the darkest moments. I can always count on you to make me laugh, since literally the moment we’ve met all these years ago. The day you confessed to me feels like it was just yesterday because time with you is flying by so fast. You make me so happy. This may be cliche but you are my best friend who understands me fully and where I don’t have to hide who I am. I know we can manage anything that life throws at us. I can’t wait to explore our life together beside you as your wife! I promise to always love and honor you till the day I die. I love you so much, Syo...”

Syo‘s eyes water again and he leans forward to kiss Jules‘ forehead. „I love you too.“ He squeezes her hands before starting his own vow.

„Jules. My princess. Let me start this off by saying that you’re the best thing that life has ever given me. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as sweet and supportive as you. You’re definitely thinking now that you’re not worthy to be thought of like that but it’s true. You are everything to me. I will always protect you and remind you every day that you’re absolutely amazing. I love you with my whole being. The fact that you didn’t leave me due to my job but instead always encourage and support me through and through makes me so incredibly thankful to have you in my life. Our ‚Prince of Fighting’ marathons are also always so much fun. I treasure these moments deeply in my heart. I promise, no, I swear, as your prince, that I will always come back home to you, no matter how long we‘re apart and that I‘ll always love and adore you. I love you, princess.“

Tears are running down Jules’ cheeks, which Syo gently wipes away with his thumbs under her glasses. Then he turns his head away to wipe his own teary eyes. The wedding guests are very quiet, seemingly moved by the couple’s vows. After a short pause is it finally time. The officiant turns to Syo first.

“Do you, Syo Kurusu, take Jules Hawthorne to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, honor her, respect her, and be faithful to her, through anything life may bring, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!”, answers Syo confidently.

“Do you, Jules Hawthorne, take Syo Kurusu to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, honor him, respect him, and be faithful to him, through anything life may bring, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do!”, answers Jules in her soft voice.

The officiant nods at the now married couple. “I hereby happily pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss your princess.” Syo turns to Jules with a look full of love. He softly cups her cheeks, asking for permission, which she gives through a slight nod. Then he leans in for a sweet kiss, sealing their promise for eternity. Applause is rising around them as they gently lean their foreheads against each other’s. The couple turn their heads and catch the camera’s view. They chuckle and wave, showing off their rings with excitement. Truly an adorable sight.

[The recording ends]

April 8, 2021 at 12:00 PM

[The recording starts]

“Good afternoon, it’s Tokiya this time. We’re at the reception and waiting for the happy couple to arrive.” A sudden voice interrupts. It’s Cecil. “Hey, when will Syo and Jules arrive?” “Pretty soon, I’m sure.”, answers Ren instead. “I can’t wait~!”, exclaims Natsuki. “Shhh! I think they’re coming!”, says Otoya excitedly. Shining steps forward with a microphone in his hand.

[The camera zooms in on Shining]

“Hello, everyone! I have the great honor today to introduce the newly married couple! Let’s welcome them with a round of applause! Here are Mr. and Mrs. Syo and Jules Kurusu!!!” A big thunder of applause erupts. The married couple comes in, hand in hand, and just as happy as at the ceremony. Syo takes the microphone and addresses the crowd.

“Good afternoon! Thank you so much for coming and celebrating this important milestone with us. It really means a lot! This is the plan for the afternoon and evening. After the reception my wife and I have our first dance.” Jules’ shyness kicks in, which her blush gives away. The blonde gives her an encouraging smile and puts an arm around her. The blue-eyed girl smiles back at her husband. Syo turns back to the guests. “And after that, the buffet and bar are open, so eat and drink to your heart’s content. There are some surprises planned during the wedding party, as well. We really hope you continue to have a lot of fun today! Again, thank you all for coming!” Everyone raises their glasses:

“TO SYO AND JULES!”

[The recording ends]

#💍 shortcakes wedding 2021 #shortcakes 💗#syotime

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