#you would think she was my favorite character lol i just like to draw her tbh
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I love your art!! The way you draw hair and facial structures is pretty
I am curious about your headcanons on Nya! Both in design and just random bits of info 'n whatnot
Oh, and what's your favorite season(s) of ninjago?
thank you!!! i have quite a few headcanons for her, i think itâs interesting to draw how she might look different depending what season it is
hereâs a messy guide to my nya designs :D
honestly a lot of this is due to me not being able to make up my mind on her eye color or hair color SO!
-she starts to grow her hair out after skybound due to the whole âlooking like delaraâ thing
-as she got older her hair changed texture from being thick and straight to thick and wavy
after seabound stuff:
-her hair color changes from dark brown to black, as well as the salt water making it more curly then before
- she also wears it down in crystallized due to not needing to tie it up for combat after losing her powers
- her eye color changes from dark brown to blueish grey (which fades over time, eventually being a dark grey in dragons rising)
-permanent markings on face and body from her water form (start off as light blue, eventually fading to a natural scar color)
-imo she probably lost a lot of muscle mass after seabound which i imagine was very upsetting for her bc she worked so hard to be seen as physically strong compared to the others
- i also headcanon that post seabound she is hard of hearing, due to the sound of the ocean in her ears 24/7
- her bangs are grown out in dragons rising, but the side pieces are shorter than before. the rest of her hair is longer in general !
#ninjago#lego ninjago#ciftrchats#thanks for the ask!!#i love nyaâs design#you would think she was my favorite character lol i just like to draw her tbh#still love her but lloyd is my fave#and then kai#ninjago fanart#nya ninjago#ninjago nya#nya smith#ciftrdraws#nya jiang
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your eyes only (lhs) - req
pairing: heeseung x afab & musical actress!reader
synopsis: You were used to having all eyes on you; after all, as a renowned musical actress, capturing everyone's attention was part of your job. But the moment you noticed a pair of eyes in the audience gazing at you with such passion, you knew things would change.
my's note: first and foremost Aâ¨!!!!! YOUR VISION!!!!!! please iâm so happy you gifted me with the pleasure of developing this super cute and loving story. i really had so much fun writing it, and i hope you like it too!! also during the smut scene i got a bit carried away by these pics and maybe iâve dedicated too much time talking about heeseungâs arms đ not sorry btw
warnings: fluff, small angsty (but with a happy ending!!!), explicit language, SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, protected sex đŞďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝, fingering, kinda rough sex? (this is the roughest i think i can do, unironically lol). lmk if I missed something!
request: reader is a musical actor/actress who takes many roles in musicals, plays, some movies and so and so forth. heeseung goes to one of the reader's musicals and is enamored by their voice and talent, and of course, their looks. (read the full request here!)
wc: 19k
NOT PROOFREAD.
taglist đ: @yvnempire
Heeseung rushed his way out of his car, jogging through the people in the middle of his route to get to the theater as soon as he could, already knowing Sunoo was so pissed off with his lateness.
He spotted the blonde haired furiously typing on his phone with a scowl expression, alone, waiting for him.
âDonât even start with your lame excuses,â Sunoo stopped Heeseung before he said anything when he finally got to the youngerâs side, glaring up from his phone and already hurrying his steps towards the theater entrance.Â
âIâm sorry,â Heeseung tried his best to sound apologetic, softening his gaze, opting for not making up any justification.
It wasnât like he purposely got stuck in the traffic at all, however, he definitely was guilty about leaving the house twenty minutes later than he promised, just because he decided to finish up his League game.Â
It was Saturday, of course he would choose to spend some screen time doing his favorite hobby.Â
âI know you donât like musicals, or almost anything related, but you kinda gave me your word, soâŚâÂ
They both walked side by side, stopping quickly to show their tickets to the worker who let them in after verifying it in the system.Â
âI know, I know. And Iâm really sorry.â
The lights were already off as the show was about to start, making them struggle a bit to find their seats; close to the edge and not too far from the stage.
âYou wonât regret coming, Hee.â Sunoo smiled sweetly, already at ease with his behavior, picking up his phone to take a picture of the glowing set, just waiting for the right moment to start. He wasnât really pissed with Heeseung, he knew the older one was actually doing him a favor. âI saw some pictures on instagram and itâs so pretty.â
Although Sunoo wasnât lying about him, he was actually excited with the idea of watching something so different from his natural liking, and the bright, enthusiastic face Sunoo showed made his expectations grow even higher.Â
Heeseung diverted his eyes to the theater main floor when the instrumental started sounding through the speakers, indicating the play was about to start, a shiver of excitement running all the way through his spine while he straightened his back on the chair.
The story was being told from the main characterâs perspective, as expected. But what really got Heeseung tilting his head to the side and his eyes glistening in interest was the incredible beauty of the actress.
She had expressions on point, as if she was born to be there, happily wandering through the whole stage with bright smiles, looking at the crowd once and a while and acting with pure talent. She shone in between the other actors, drawing attention easily towards her. Of course she had the main character aura that helped it a lot, however, at some point Heeseung was sure that he, himself, had an extra spotlight on her, eyes never leaving her meticulously calculated movements and attractive face.
The way she showed raw emotions from the beginning got Heeseung laughing, worried and relieved â a rollercoaster of emotions he never thought he would go through just by watching a Tangled musical.
He also caught himself wishing for the actress to drift her eyes through the crowd just once more, so she would feel his intense gaze and look at his way, in a very utopic, hopeless, line of thought.
When the said Aurora got the chance to finally sing, Heeseung just let himself completely fall in love, unconsciously sighing as his heart faltered a beat every once. He didnât expect her to have such a loving, enchanting, singing voice, making his body ache in despair to have more of it.
The final act got him all smiling, clapping his hands with genuine enthusiasm as the actors bowed to the crowd thanking them for watching. When the curtains dramatically closed, Heeseung inclined his head a bit to the center so he could watch you going away, leaving him with a taste for more.
He thought about trying to go to the backstage, especially when he saw a few people lining up apparently to get a photo with the cast, but Sunoo was already walking his way out of the theater and he deduced it had some kind of special ticket to get that.
âWho is Aurora?â Heeseung eagerly asked Sunoo when they stepped out of the theater, walking through the parking lot. He had literal crossed fingers hidden inside his jacket pockets, in hopes of Sunoo knowing about the actress.
Sunoo playfully raised an eyebrow. âI know you donât like musicals, but not to know who Aurora is, is kindaââ
âNo, I meant the actress,â Heeseung hurried to correct himself, blaming the fact he was still in awe. âDo you know her name?â
âOh,â Sunoo replied by taking his phone out of his pocket and opening his instagram, showing the screen to Heeseung. âItâs Y/N. Sheâs one of the most famous actresses for musicals like that. I love her acts, like all of them,â he replied with a big smile, gesturing with his hands.Â
Heeseung quickly got his phone to follow you after getting your username, not even caring about thanking Sunoo as he slid through your cute feed, shamelessly liking some of them. It wasnât like you would notice him, as you had thousands of followers and a very busy routine, as it looked like.
And oh, you were so, so beautiful.
âSo, how do you like it?â Sunoo asked with a small smirk when they stopped by Heeseungâs car, not failing to notice how the older one got really invested, although he wasnât much sure if the fixation was about the musical itself or you.
âHonestly?â Heeseung locked his phone and opened his car. âI loved it more than I expected,â he answered with a genuine smile, a smile that did nothing to hide his real interest.
âItâs a pity this is the last one,â Sunoo said with a small pout when he entered the car, sitting on the passenger seat.
âWâWhat do you mean the last one?â Heeseung halted all his movements to fully face Sunoo with a slightly bewildered expression, who offered him confused eyes and a small frown.
âItâs the last Tangled musical they're gonna do,â he explained. âYâknow, they donât do the same musicals over and over again. Especially with Y/N. Sheâs constantly casted for new ones,â Sunoo added, watching Heeseungâs face softening in relief before he started to drive.Â
âYou seem to know a lot about her,â Heeseung said with curiosity, eyeing Sunoo quickly before paying attention back to the road, the street lights passing by working as a beautiful background.
âYeah, I really love her work.â He said with a dreamy tone, and Heeseung nodded, since now he was kind of loving your work too. âItâs a shame we donât get to have more from her here in the town.â
âHm?â Heeseung's head snapped to face Sunoo, and gladly he had stopped at the red light in time.Â
âMusicals work almost like a band tour. They go through the whole country, stopping by cities for one or two weeks, it depends on the demand. This one had a three week engagement here!â He said excitedly, Heeseung paying attention to every detail. His heart sank inside his chest with the now acknowledgement of how your job worked, and the fact that he definitely wasnât going to see you soon. âBut college got me stuck, so I didnât have the time to come and watch it. Thatâs why today was so special, as I texted you. It was the last one.â
âThank you for inviting me,â Heeseung said with a tender, genuine smile.
Heeseungâs car stopped by Sunooâs place, and with a quick goodbye he left, leaving behind a completely silent Heeseung, lost in his own thoughts. How would he feed his newest obsession?
When Heeseung finally got back into his apartment, he cared little about changing his clothes into something more comfortable, sprawling on the couch while stalking your social media for a bit.
He watched your newly posted instagram stories, most of them being reposts of videos and photos from the audience that tagged you into it, saying how proud of you they were, how much they liked and how pretty you looked.Â
Heeseung remembered Sunoo taking a picture of the set before the play started, and quickly asked him for it so he could post it on his story as well, using the lame excuse that he wanted to show his followers his most new-found interest.
Of course Sunoo didnât really bought it, but sent it anyway.Â
Heeseung had never felt nervous about posting something on his instagram, especially on his story, a place where pictures and videos only lasted 24 hours. Nevertheless, in the past you werenât in the equation, you werenât the main target, you didnât even existed to him. So he double-checked the small text and if the picture looked good enough to stand out in between the probably hundred others you got tagged into, pressing the âsendâ button.
âFirst time watching it. I loved it so much. You really know how to catch people's attention @ y/n ;)â.
As the picture loaded, Heeseung instantly wondered if it was too much, with widened eyes and heart pacing fast, panicking a bit as he paid close attention to how some of his friends liked and replied to it almost immediately, but nothing came from you.
He waited for a few minutes for your possible repost, since you were online just seconds ago, scrolling through his timeline, a chill feeling overgrowing in his chest every time the small red ball of notification painted the top of his phone. Then he let out a defeated sigh as the reality settled in â meeting you was unlikely, and the chances of someone as famous as you noticing an ordinary guy like him seemed impossible.
That night he hopelessly hoped to dream about you and your voice, so he could experience more of your distant, idol-like presence. He was so intrigued about you. Your beautiful features, your perfect acting, your incredible voice, everything extremely fascinating for his poor, weak heart.
Unfortunately Heeseung did not dreamt about you, but he woke up with his phone buzzing under his pillow.Â
With eyes squinting, Heeseung tried to understand why he got followed by a bunch of random people on instagram from last night. There were also a lot of texts from Sunoo in caps lock that his mind skipped reading and his everyday notifications that he always ignored. And then his attention was caught with your name.
He expected you to repost as you were doing for the majority of your fans, but you didnât only reposted. You replied to him, directly.
âThank you, sweetheart! Hope to see you more, then <3â
âItâs just a message. She probably sends it to everyone. She seems reachable through her social media.â
Heeseung was trying to convince Sunoo â and himself â that your reply meant nothing but a simple, standard gesture from an artist thanking their fans. After all, he was a grown man who understood how the industry worked, how they encouraged fanservices as a way of attracting more people from the outside and maintaining the ones who already considered themselves as fans.Â
Albeit his heart danced a different melody than his mind, doing flips just by remembering your sweet words.
âI donât think so,â Sunoo retorted with a small grimace as he finished cleaning the corner of the cafeteriaâs main counter. âThe usual?â He asked Heeseung before getting ready to make his drink.
âYeah, Iâm running late for work,â Heeseung replied, glancing at his phone just to confirm that he probably would be ten minutes late to that morningâs meeting.Â
âBut I think you should shoot your shot, yâknow,â Sunoo said with a grin while mixing all the ingredients. âSlide into her DMâs or something.â
Heeseung couldnât hold back a small chuckle, leaning his upper body on the counter. âIs that how young people flirt nowadays?âÂ
Sunoo threw an offended glare at him. âDonât act like youâre an oldie. Youâre literally only 2 years older than me,â Heeseung laughed loudly at his reaction, shaking his head.
âI wonât do any of that, Sunoo,â he said softly and straightened his posture. âIâd rather just follow her work from afar. Me being in the audience and her, on the stage. Thatâs the closest I can get from her,â he now spoke more firmly, as if he tried to ground Sunooâs expectative â and his own â down to reality.Â
He spent his whole Sunday watching filmed performances from some of your old plays, unable to get enough of your angelic voice, your palpable talent, and of course, your gorgeous, captivating outstanding looks. The knowledge that your job made you be constant for a year or less, and then you were away for months, preparing for the next musical, shattered his hope and made him accept that he would have to wait for you to return.
âWell, you do you. But in my personal opinion, youâre missing a big opportunity,â Sunoo handed Heeseungâs coffee, waiting for the charge and the usual tip.
Once again, Heeseung shook his head, smiling and paying for his drink. âThank you, have a great day Sunoo.â
âYou too, Hee.â
Heeseung wouldnât admit that easily, but he gathered some of his favorite performances from you in a youtube playlist, so he could listen to it while driving through the city, the way to his work sounding prettier with your beautiful voice echoing in his ears.Â
As he parked his car, rushing to his meeting, he didnât felt the large amount of stress he normally dealt with during Mondays, your melodic singing still fresh on his mind, easing the way he handled things through the day.Â
The following weeks passed fast with his daily routine; you, still filling up his head in an addicting mix of your sweet vocals and his eagerness of witnessing you owning the stage again.
Heeseung craved the electrifying rush of his heart racing with wonder after you captivated his soul he once felt when first watched you perform, as if he was in abstinence.Â
He monitored your social media for almost two months, hoping to see an announcement of your next musical or anything similar enough to give him a chance to listen and see you live, feeling extra hyped whenever he saw a picture of your practice, or other things related to your upcoming project.
He never got so invested in something or someone the way he was in you, especially after just so little time tasting from the source.
During a random Tuesday, fauxing listening to Jakeâs rant about his new love interest and how confused he was feeling, he caught himself traveling through his own head, wondering what triggered this obsessive behavior.
Was it how dreamy you looked and sounded?
Was it the fact that he had to wait to get more from you?
Or maybe was the fact you were unreachable, acting like a bait to his delusional romantic heart?
Did he really fell in love with a famous person?
How bad was that?Â
âAnd you're ignoring me again.â
Heeseung blinked a few times to regain his consciousness back to reality, the one where Jake was shooting him an annoyed look and his food was getting cold; the thoughts about you and his respective questions evaporating from his mind quickly.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm a bit distracted today,â Heeseung slurped his, now, cold ramen, avoiding Jakeâs judgmental eyes and grabbing his phone to see the notification that got it buzzing on the table.
âOh, you tell me.â He rolled his eyes, before giving a quick head nod at Heeseungâs direction. âWhatâs going on?â
âUh, nothing. You can continue yourââ Heeseung was about to change the subject back to whatever Jake was talking, not wanting to admit that the reason he got so zoned out was you, although Jake was pretty much aware of this part of his friendâs life; Heeseung being a mess and failing completely in the art of downplaying. But then he saw Sunooâs message. âOh shit.âÂ
âWhat?â Jake asked with concern, observing Heeseungâs expression morphing from a shocking one with widened eyes and mouth slightly agape, to an extremely joyful one, with a big smile creeping out of his lips, growing gradually.
âOh shit, oh shit.âÂ
âWhat!?â Jake exasperated, almost jumping over the table to try and see what got Heeseung so excited on his phone, curiosity overtaking him. âHuh?â He tilted his head with confusion, sitting back on his chair, trying to understand Heeseungâs overly stoked reaction over a simple poster from a musical.
On the other hand Heeseungâs heart was racing too quickly for his own liking, his hands faltering the grip on his phone as he read the dates for the performances, which were starting that weekend in some random place he didnât paid attention since what caught his eyes was the theater name from the next week.Â
He couldnât believe it.
You were coming back.
After all the waiting, here was the chance he'd been craving â the chance to see you live again. His fingers twitched with excitement as he clicked on the link to the ticket sales, not even caring about Jakeâs bewildered face and questions, too focused on rushing to the âbuy menuâ.
âOh shit, this is happening,â Heeseung muttered to himself, more to confirm it than to explain anything to Jake.
âAre you gonna tell me what the hell is going on or just forget Iâm right here?â Jake demanded, clearly frustrated but also amused by Heeseung's sudden outburst.
Heeseung finally looked up, beaming, eyes gleaming with something Jake never really saw before; it was like a child who got their first videogame after years of asking for it.
"Itâs her, Jake! That singer I told you about. Sheâs performing here in like⌠A few days?" The cool facade he tried to maintain had a fall long ago, his âfanboy sideâ being more revealed than he wanted.
Jakeâs confusion lingered for a second before he remembered Heeseung relentlessly talking about this mysterious woman, the musical actress who had somehow captivated his friend so intensely. He let out a knowing groan. âSo, youâre still obsessing over her, huh?â
âNot obsessing,â Heeseung corrected with a grin that betrayed him, his whole expression showing that he was, in fact, obsessing. âJust⌠Eager.â
Jake shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Eager, huh?â He leaned closer, raising an eyebrow up. âYeah, thatâs what everyone says, and then they spend a fortune on front-row tickets."
âOh, right. Front-rowâŚâ Heeseung mumbled to himself as he got back to his phone, browsing through the available seats, hands slightly trembling as his finger pressed down to choose one of the best seats in the theater â front and center â with Jakeâs words echoing in his mind. Thanks to Sunoo, he saw the announcement just in enough time to pick that one, and he completely ignored the price for the said ticket.Â
âYouâre really doing this?â Jake asked, incredulous watching Heeseung smile growing just before he bit his lower lip trying to contain it, as he leaned back on his chair.Â
âI have to,â Heeseung said, finding it hard to not smile. His whole body was partying with his heartbeat serving as the background music. "This is my chance to see her again."
Jake rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his amusement. âYouâre so random.â
âYeah,â Heeseung admitted with a shrug, his thoughts already drifting to the date he would see you, imagining your captivating presence on stage, singing with your ethereal voice, finally feeling every note in the same room as you with the attention you deserved.
He couldnât wait.
Every time you opened a new show in a different city, your body reacted as if it was your first time on stage, the blended nervousness and excitement working perfectly together and resulting in an adrenaline boost for you to be on cloud nine.Â
You loved your job with all your soul. The family-like friendship you developed with your beloved crewmates and actors, the backstage of the plays where you sometimes helped with the props letting your creativity flow freely, the difficult work of memorizing the scenes keeping it to the original at the same time you add a few self-written lines here and there, even the chaos of the quick costume changes and fast makeup touch-up in between scenes.
But what got into your heart the most was the ability to sing your voice out, being the one under the spotlight, expressing yourself through your acting, surprising people with your so known talent the same amount you made them clap for your breathtaking performances â the cheers after every play you finished making you fulfilled, a constant feeling of accomplishment.Â
You worked hard to get into that position though. Years of intense studying in college, years of hard vocal lessons you still took to this day, years of working much to be paid less, until fame hit you and things have worked amazingly well since then.Â
Now, facing the closed curtains already in your performer mode, you waited your cue to enter the stage and own it as if it was yours â and almost every time, it actually was.Â
âThirty seconds, Y/N,â your stage manager said to you and you nodded.
The new play was about an old film called Anastasia, in which you played the role of the said character. It also featured one of your favorite songs to sing, "Once Upon a Decemberâ. The haunting melody and lyrics evoked feelings of nostalgia, hitting deep on you as you drove yourself through it, just like the main character, searching for your identity and place in the world.
The atmosphere your fellow actors and crewmates created while you sang was the epitome of your presentation in your opinion; the created ballroom simulating phantoms dancing around you, so endearingly majestic and graceful, while they, themselves, sang the background, mimicking the lost memories of royalty Anastasia.Â
It would be an euphemism if you expressed yourself as just excited, especially due to your practice time on your expressions and voice changes to sound as heartbreak as the musical actually was, expecting the general opinion to enjoy it as much as you did.
You could hear the buzz from the public, showing the same enthusiasm. And with that in mind, you got your cue to enter the stage, fast and confident steps guiding you to your place.
As you directed yourself through the stage gracefully, easily taking the breath of anyone watching you, once more the sentiment of belonging eveloped you with a mix of love and deep sense of purpose.
The cheering, the emotional tears, the claps. You felt the audience's admiration through their eyes as the final note echoed in the theater while you held your last pose, breathing heavily as the weight of your performance resonated in your heart.
The curtains closed after you and the other actors bowed to the crowd, who gave a standing ovation to all of you. Your smile was bright and big as you walked your way to the backstage, high-fiving your co-workers â your friends â, sharing the sentiment of accomplishment as you searched for some water, throat extremely dry after so much effort.Â
Before you could even think about anything else, someone suddenly bear-hugged you.
âI donât know how you manage to awe me everytime.â
You laughed, letting your friend lift and swirl you. âOh come on, Jay. You literally saw every single practice,â you said with a light-hearted teasing tone and Jay gently put you back on the floor, letting you go from his strong embrace.Â
He rolled his eyes before replying. âYou did amazing, as always.â
âWe did amazing. It's teamwork, donât forget it,â you winked at him and you both walked to one of the couches, so you could sit and rest for a bit. Your knees burned like hell after spending so much time wandering across the stage. âI wouldnât be able to do any of that alone, especially without my favorite producer,â you nudged his shoulder playfully, drinking more of your water, making Jay chuckle.
The whole cast and some other crewmates came to compliment your amazing performance, you praising them back and always highlighting how grateful you were to have them not only as co-workers, but as a family, acknowledging the strong importance of their roles during your performances and in your life.
You went through the things that needed to be fixed for the next shows with your stage manager, the small changes in positions for the next theaters the tour would go based on their size and structure, while listening to the equipment and props crew discussing similar stuff.
âSo⌠Where are we going to celebrate our âAnastasia debutâ?â Yunjin asked, already frustrated with the fact that all her fellow members were talking about work just after working, you included.
âDonât you have work to do?â You shoot her a small, playful grimace and she mimicked it, mocking you.Â
âI just did it, idiot.â
You smiled big as you hugged her from the waist, pulling her closer while resting your cheek on her belly, before questioning. âWhere do you wanna go?â
Although partying wasnât a part of your overall interest, having some drinks with the ones you cherished to be around always sounded fun, so with Yunjin leading â as usual â, many of you followed her into a small pub, having the fun you deserved after months of work that leaded to that nightâs rewarding performance.Â
You couldnât wait for the upcoming ones, your schedule packed with the amount of dates programmed for a long, exciting, run.
âUgh, I love Seoul,â Yunjin murmured with a concentrated frown as she took some pictures from the bus window.Â
You chuckled, quickly glancing at your friend before grabbing your phone so you could reread some of the lines from the musical. Not that you struggled with memorizing the great amount of words you normally got, but you never let the chance to do a double check-up pass; always offering your bestest to your beloved audience was your prime motto.Â
So you didnât even realize when the bus started slowing its speed, snapping out of your focused bubble only when you started to hear a small chant of your name. You looked up from your phone screen, watching a little crowd pass by the glass window waving at it showing big smiles, without even knowing if someone was noticing or not.Â
You always did.
Part of your job was to handle an audience, to make them fall in love with your acting and singing, so you could maintain them as close as possible and keep being able to live from what you loved the most. You enjoyed the interactions, treating them with the same amount of kindness and fondness they showed you through cute texts and letters, not to mention their words whenever they got to meet you in person. You tried to make yourself as available as you could, organizing your day to always have some free time to talk with your fans through your social media.Â
Although exhausting sometimes, it was a worthwhile endeavor at the end of the day â to sleep with the fresh conscience and heart fulfilled, feeling their genuine love and support, no money could pay that.
When you finally settled at your hotel room, you gave yourself a small self-love treatment by taking a long shower and doing your skin care before heading to the theater with part of the cast to do all the warm-ups routine you needed.
The day carried a revitalizing sensation, your heart thumping with enthusiasm as the third performance of Anastasia approached. This time, however, it was more than special. It was in Seoul, your hometown â a simple fact that worked perfectly as an emotional aura for your background story.
Seoul always held a special place in your heart. No matter how the tour went, you made sure your managers knew that taking Seoul off the list was unforgivable; no matter the demand, no matter how much you could lose financially, you had to perform there. And you thanked your cast and respective crewmates for understanding your request.
While you wrapped up all the final touches from your makeup, hair and costume, drinking your last sip of water, you waited for your cue, as usual, unaware of the surprises the night held for you.
Because on the other side of the story...
Heeseung sat on his front seat with hands trembling and a fluttering heart. Every movement from the crew organizing the set to be perfect made him sweat in eagerness. He was so close to see you again, to witness your charming presence, your divine vocals. He didnât knew much about the story from Anastasia, expecting for you to sweetly tell him through your performance.Â
He was actually absorbed in the story being told, albeit his leg shaking showed his anticipation for your appearance.Â
Thenyou finally stepped up onto the stage. Heeseungâs breath got caught on his throat, widened eyes glued on your every move, on your every expression, never daring to let you escape out of its sight; the front-row seat offering him the perfect view of your amazing looks and talented acting, the sound echoing through the theater tingling his ears in the best way possible.
Then your voice filled up the theater. Heeseung let out a quiet sigh, mouth slightly opened, feeling light headed by how gorgeous you sounded â there was it again, the rush of his heart fluttering in the addicting way it did before, entranced by you, this time intensified, stronger, far more passionate.Â
As the melody of âOnce Upon a Decemberâ flew through the air, your beautiful, shooting tone made it even harder not to shed some tears, alongside the couples dancing around you in an atmosphere almost painfully beautiful.
Heeseung was so enamored by every detail of you. How you expressed emotions with your body, with your singing, with your facials. His gaze never left you, following through your outâs and inâs from the stage to change outfits or scenes, missing you every moment you werenât on the stage.
During your performance, each glimpse you shot at the crowd sent a shiver down his spine, as he silently begged for you to give him one, quick, minimal look, the smallest attention you could offer to him.Â
For a brief second, you did. Not intentional, but your eyes meet for milliseconds. Heeseungâs heart skipped a beat; the way you smiled as if it was to him fed his delusional self too hard for his own liking. He had to ground himself back to reality in order to continue to savor your captivating performance.Â
From your point of view, something was different that night. Among the sea of concentrated, curious expressions you normally faced while on stage, one particular person kept drawing your attention in a way it never happened before.Â
You came across many people watching you, most of them with widened eyes, or mouth open, or a small smile, regular reactions you got from the audience once you showed up.
However, the young man sitting in the front-row flooded you with such endearing reactions; his eyes gleaming with admiration, intensely following your every move almost making you blush. He looked at you as if you were the only person in the room. Soft, tender expression sending a weird mix of reactions through your body.
As you kept doing your act, you couldn't help but glance back at him again whenever you got the chance, trying your best not to be obvious with your sudden curiosity about this stranger who seemed so completely captivated by you.
His reaction was almost adorable â the way his face lit up, as though your small acknowledgment had made his entire night. You felt a warmth in your chest, knowing that someone out there was this touched by your performance.
Through the rest of the play, you forced yourself to focus only on finishing it perfectly. âAnastasiaâ asked for less of a passion, happy ambiance and more of a sentimental one, and because the spotlight was constantly on you, it was very unprofessional to forget your main reason to be there and falter on your acting.
Nevertheless, each time you quickly landed your gaze on the strange, young â and attractive â man, you couldnât help. He wasnât just a regular fan. There was something more in his orbs, something deeper, something magnetic, and you caught yourself having an internal conflict.Â
As you held your pose for the last piece of the play, showering emotion through your eyes for the happy ending, you nodded proudly to yourself when the cast prepared to wrap things up with the final performance.
Whoever the strange was, you apparently made quite an impression. And maybe, just maybe, he had made one on you too.
âAnastasiaâ was scheduled to be performed for three consecutives days, an entire weekend. Heeseung bought tickets for all of them, craving to experience you in all the ways he was able to â with the big stage separating you both, leaving him to just observe you from afar while you did your job.
Your job.
After the first night finished, Heeseung questioned himself whether he was perceiving things beyond reality, maybe distorted, influenced by his strange, yet pleasant and intense feelings for you. If not, he was pretty sure that you watched him as much as he watched you.
He recognized the flips his heart did every time your eyes landed on him, just to avoid quickly and slip back into your character â the need of seeing you again being reinforced by those exact little glimpses towards his direction, a river rushing through his head, full of confused thoughts.
Still, he reminded himself not to get too carried away. After all, you were working, captivating the audience was your job, which you did gracefully, gorgeously, charmingly. And charmed he was, in every possible sense of the word.Â
By the second night, Heeseung arrived earlier than he planned, the excitement to see you again swelling in his chest. Though this time he wasnât on the front-row either alone, he still got a great seat to see you.
âI canât believe you liked the musical that much to see it again,â Sunoo teased with a small smile.
Heeseungâs cheeks warmed instantly, a faint blush decorating it as he avoided Sunooâs glance, before saying. âYâyeah, I liked the musical a lot. I had to see it again,â he offered an award laugh, looking down his lap.
âRight. The musical.âÂ
Heeseung was about to respond when the lights began to dim, the known introductory instrumental and the storyteller started to play their roles. His heart skipped a beat as his head lifted, eyes following the actors entering the stage as they started to tell the plot.Â
Just like before, as soon as you stepped onto the stage, his eyes glued on your beautiful figure. You looked even prettier that day, although you didnât change anything since last night.
For a millisecond your emotional eyes drifted quickly to the crowd and Heeseungâs breath hitched, eager for you to notice him in order to confirm his delusional state, or worse, do the reverse, making him understand he was looking at the situation using too much of his romantic side.
His seat was not an easy spot to see him, and somehow that comforted his inner self. If he was right about last night, you would catch his presence, his intense, focused, admiring orbs following your every move. Otherwise, he would give up on whatever he was feeling about you.
On the other hand, Heeseung barely knew you were having a strong internal debate every time you went backstage to get out of your scene after finishing it. Heeseung had no idea you were looking for him like crazy, the best way you could. Heeseung couldnât even imagine you, out of all the actors, would be using your highlight time, singing, to search for his mysterious presence, pretending to look at the audience as you normally did.Â
And you found him during âOnce Upon a Decemberâ as you expected to do, since it was your moment to sing facing the crowd.
Ironically enough, the exact time you sang the line âSomeone holds me safe and warmâ, you locked eyes with him â caught totally out of guard, your heart started thumping in your chest too fast for your liking as you widened your eyes, then quickly recomposed yourself and fluttered your eyelids shut, concentrating on singing your emotional song.Â
Somehow you got captivated by his mysterious, yet gentle aura, standing out so easily among the sea of people, offering you cute and genuine reactions, showering you with admiration. Like a magnet, you kept glimpsing at him, finding it, again, adorable, how he always held eye contact, seeming a bit surprised, and then shyly drifted away. Even after finishing your solo, you couldnât divert your gaze.
Heeseung, however, was a total mess. He noticed everything, and as an automatic response his heart was pacing fast, his throat getting dry and his mind spinning. It couldn't be a coincidence that you glanced at him that often mid-performance.
âI might be crazy,â Sunoo whispered out of the blue, using the loud sound of the singers doing their performance to stifle his voice. âBut is Y/N looking at us? Or better, at you?â
Heeseung drifted his bambi eyes to Sunoo and back to the stage, frowning. âYouââ
âSee! She did it again!â Due to his exasperated way of saying, his whisper sounded a bit high. Some people gave him a mad grimace, he huffed an embarrassed laugh.
"She's an actress. She probably looks at a hundred people like that every night," Heeseung explained with a low voice, trying to convince himself more than Sunoo.
âWhatever you say,â Sunoo grinned at his friend before returning to watch the play.
As expected, the musical ended gracefully after a few moments of tension and the story finished to be told. Your acting skills shone through you every move, captivating the audience until the last second.Â
The lights dimmed once more, and the applause echoed through the theater vigorously in appreciation for that amazing show. Heeseung standed up to clap along, not even hiding he was searching for you amidst the chaos. When the cast bowed to the crowd, looking at them after straightening up to face the audience, a last and steady eye contact was held before the curtains closed, leaving Heeseung speechless, mouth slightly agape.
âEven if she looks at everyone, she had some special eyes for you tonight.â Sunoo said low near to Heeseungâs ear, feeding all his thoughts.
Heeseung left the theater more confused than he expected, trying to figure out if the connection was true, or if all the world decided to trick his mind. In any case, he had one more day to untangle the blended strings of his sentiments, and maybe, if he was lucky enough, the last show would work differently from the other two.
You were removing your makeup on your hotel room desk, Yunjin sitting on your bed finishing her own skin care routine.Â
âI know this sound crazy and unprofessional, but last night there was a guy on the front-rowââ
âThe burgundy-haired guy! He couldnât stop looking at you!â Yunjin cut you off, saying loudly and too excitedly.
Your head snapped towards her. âBurgundyâ Wait, youâve noticed him too!?â You asked flabbergasted, before going back to cleaning your skin, removing your makeup.
âOf course I did, he was almost eating you alive,â she said, rolling her eyes as she applied her skin toner. You looked at her again, but now with a shocked face, trying to figure out the meaning behind her phrase. âBut with love. In a cute way!â She clarified after noticing your exaggerated reaction.
âI was afraid I was seeing things,â you frowned, looking at her through the mirror in front of you.
âGirl, definitely not,â she smirked. âIf he shows up tomorrow again, please, for the sake of everything, get his number,â she demanded seriously and pointed to you with the bottle of the cream she held.Â
âOh, of course I will,â you said with a layer of sarcasm, not holding back your grin. âIâll jump off of the stage mid-performance, hand him a paper and ask for his number.â
Yunjin giggled, nudging you with wiggly eyebrows. âMaybe thatâs the grand finale we all need.â
You chuckled at her response, however, your thoughts drifted back to the said burgundy-haired guy, the memory of his intense, pierce, yet lovingly eyes glued on you sending a small heat to your cheeks as you finished your skin care.
When you woke up the next morning, your stage manager demanded the presence of everyone in the theater way earlier than you expected for some practice time.Â
As the night approached, you found yourself now behind the big, red curtains with the buzz from the audience serving as a background. You stood in a corner of the backstage area, counting down from ten to one as a mental exercise to calm yourself.Â
The anxiety you felt wasnât the usual thrilling excitement before entering the stage, the longing to shine as the main act from the night. No, this time it was mixed with something else.Â
There was a big chance the nameless guy would be in the audience once more, eyes glued on you like a magnet, attracting yours instinctively, in a way you didnât found too pleasant still; a tall, strong barrier inside your chest making it difficult to ease things while working.
The familiar voice from Jay broke you out of your thoughts, interrupting your now inhale-exhale exercise.
âSo, Iâve heard youâre changing your performance for today.â He said, voice laced with playfulness and curiosity.
You turned to face him, blinking in surprise. âWhat?â
âGet the number of the âburgundy-haired guyâ?â His eyes sparkled with a mix of tease and amusement. âOr whatever Yunjin named him. Who uses burgundy as an everyday word?â
You shut your eyes close, finally understanding his words. âAh.â You chuckled softly. âYeah, the burgundy-haired guy.â
Jay laughed, warm and reassuring, placing both his hands on your shoulders so you wouldnât avoid his gaze as you opened your eyes. âInvite him backstage today.â
Once again, you offered him a confused look, but now with a strong lack of confidence among it. His quick senses noticed your doubtful expression and added with a soft voice. âY/N, youâre a human. Youâre allowed to feel your feelings. Even if itâs about someone from the audience.â
You kept looking at Jayâs gentle eyes, not even a hint of judgment behind them. âOk,â you said in response, nodding slowly before a smile tempted to curve into your lips. âBetter option than jumping on him mid-performance to ask for his number.â
Heeseung had finished watching you for the third time, doing the exact same things, singing the exact same songs, saying the exact same lines, with the exact same props and cast.
Still he experienced shivers down his spine once you sang âOnce Upon a Decemberâ, a song that quickly crawled his ranking of your performances, topping all of the others. Not only that, you also seemed way confident today.Â
Heeseung, on the other hand, was getting flustered.
You didnât care much about being obvious with your glances at him that night, sustaining eye contact longer than he expected. Heeseung felt that you were performing for him only, just like he watched you as if you were the only person on the stage.Â
You both shared an unspeakable connection in between the play â you, keeping as professional as possible; while Heeseung tried not to run away from your sharp, intriguing gaze.
Despite your initial nervousness, especially without knowing if the mysterious guy would appear again, feeding your anticipation inside your chest as you entered the stage, it took less than minutes for your eyes to find him, sitting on the side, giving you a small, shy smile.Â
You made no effort to contain your heartbeats increasing each time your eyes met, allowing your body to feel the wave of euphoria running through it, regardless of your hesitant thoughts about being unprofessional.
Whenever your character demonstrated happy emotions, with your lips curving into a smile, you searched for him as though you were smiling at him. Same thing when you sang some specific lines, searching from his sweet orbs following your figure already. Although the concept of the musical wasnât necessarily romantic nor suggestive, there were some gaps you could use to your advantage, and you did.Â
By the end of your last performance in Seoul, you smiled brightly and big at the crowd, thanking them alongside your crewmates, bowing and waving goodbye; the known sense of accomplishment flowing into your veins, now blended with the excitement for your next move.
As you walked your way out of the stage, before the big curtains fully closed, lights already dim in the stage but bright on the seats side, you searched once more for the man who had charmed you. He was also making his way out of the theater, your heart pounding in despair as if you were about to lose him.
But like you attracted him through your intense staring, he looked back directly at you. Boldly, you offered a shy smile, biting your lips hesitantly before grabbing your manager's arm and sneakily pointing out to who you wanted to meet backstage.
Heeseungâs heart raced as he watched the ongoing scene, mind unable to wrap a full comprehension about why you and some stranger were staring at him, even scanning his surroundings to make sure he wasnât seeing things â like maybe you were looking out for some other person. Then he noticed you pointing and the other strange nodding, as if they finally understood your intentions, almost mouthering an âohâ.
Heeseung tilted his head, swallowing hard as a slight frown formed when he saw you vanishing behind the closed curtains, leaving him to deal with his puzzled brain alone. He blinked a few times, then shrugged to himself, putting his hands in his jacketâs pocket, even shaking his head trying to recompose.
As he took the exit direction with the rest of the people, a security guard suddenly stopped him by grabbing his shoulder, saying in a low tone. "Sir, youâve been requested backstage."
Heeseung was unsure if he heard correctly.
"Backstage? Me?" He stammered, mouth slightly open and bambi eyes full of confusion. Did he do something wrong?
The guard nodded and motioned to him. âFollow me, please.âÂ
Heeseung legs felt like jelly following the random guard into the said backstage, a blurred motion of his surroundings as the crew passed by, some removing the props off the stage, many others wandering around, and then he recognized the actors from the musical talking in between themselves, loud laughters echoing through the small area, some with their stage clothes on.
Then he saw you.
Still wearing parts of your outfit, smiling radiantly while chatting with someone he made no effort to identify â his body perked up with the sight of you, his whole being drawn like a magnet.Â
He barely noticed the guard was long gone by now, leaving him standing awkwardly with mingled feelings he couldn't figure out yet. Bewilderment was a euphemism to describe it.Â
You seemed even prettier now than under the spotlight, shining on the stage. You seemed natural, although you still had makeup and pieces of your exaggerated royal costume on.Â
As you sensed the intensity of his stare, you turned, eyes locking immediately with Heeseungâs. The spark he would often feel when watching you perform ignited again, hands trembling, heart painfully resonating loud on his ears as the whole world seemed to fade out when you started to walk into his direction.Â
He was so in awe he didnât notice you were hesitant, your movements appearing to be slowed down in his vision.
âHi.â You said softly as you reached closer, biting your lower lip to suppress your excited smile, afraid of scaring the guy off.
Your gaze wandered his face, taking in his gorgeous features; adorable bambi eyes showing you an entire night sky full of stars, cheeks with a faint blush, cherry lips slightly parted. Unnecessarily attractive.Â
If you paid close attention, you would perceive how his ears also were painted in a light shade of red.
âHi.â He breathed out in an astonished way, a sweet voice that made your stomach do a flip.
âIâm sorry for bringing you here so suddenly.â You started, and although you felt a small heat in your cheeks, you didnât broke eye contact. âIâ Honestly, I was afraid of losing sight of you,â you grinned shyly. âIâve noticed you in the audience for the past two days and today as well.â You explained, after receiving nothing in response. âI wondered what got you so invested,â and then you chuckled, forcely agreeing that your choice of words was enough to clarify â for sure it wasnât, but you decided to deal with whatever consequences later.Â
Heeseung blinked with the new piece of information that entered his brain, perplexed by how sincere you worded it.Â
âYou noticed me?â He could feel his heart faltering some beats and then fastening again, totally desynchronized. Gladly he could figure out something to say, since his throat felt like closing.Â
âYeah, quite hard not to when you look at me so intensely with your beautiâ with your eyes,â you tried to sound chill and playful to ease things, making it less awkward. However, the way you spoke seemed a bit too flirty, not to mention you almost let a compliment slip out of your mouth, and he blushed harder, chuckling.Â
âI didnât mean to stare. I mean, youâre an actress of course youâre used to that, but I recognize I might have crossed the line,â he was strong in maintaining his eyes on you, but the way you were looking through your eyelashes, blinking slowly, so prettily right in front of him, broke down his confidence â in a good, amazing way. Everything feeling like a fever dream.
You giggled, loving how you were affecting him, just as much as he was messing you. Before you could say anything, he added with a small shrug.
âI just got captivated by you.â And he went back into locking his eyes with yours.
Now it was your time to get a bit flustered, still, you held it together just before reuniting all the forces you found internally to say your next words.
âYouâve crossed no lines,â you smiled. âAnd Iâve got captivated by you.â
You watched how his Addamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the tension on his body loosening slightly, his timid smile spreading gradually wider as though your words unlocked something different deep within him. Somehow, you got even curious about what he could show you.
âMay I ask your name?â
âHeeseung. Lee Heeseung,â he responded, offering you his hand. Your eyes followed the movement as you gave him a sheepish grin, grabbing his warm palm, the touch lingering enough to make your breath hitch.
âIâm Y/N,â you replied playfully, making him laugh, holding hands still.
His eyes turned into small crescents as he did so, his soft chuckle resonating beautifully in your ears. For some random reason, your heart started to beat faster, an interesting feeling spreading all over your chest, making you sigh.
âYou were incredible up there,â Heeseung said after you both let each otherâs hands go, blocking the awkwardness from establishing in between you two.Â
âYeah?â You raised an eyebrow and your lips curved into a smirk, knowing very much you did amazing, but a compliment from a gorgeous man like that easily ruined your confidence and contradictory, at the same time, it flattered your ego. âThank you.â You said, right before analyzing you and Heeseung were standing in the middle of nowhere inside the backstage of the theater, so you gently grabbed his arm and dragged him with you to a corner.
Heeseung just followed you, in trance with your beauty, with your presence, with you. He also observed that your normal voice sounded quite different from when you were on stage. Endearing, if he dared to say.
As you reached a quieter corner, you let go from his arm and leaned into the wall, curiosity filling your eyes as you bit your lower lip.
âSorry about that,â you said with a small, awkward chuckle. âDidnât want us to block the path,â you nodded to where you were before.
âNo problem,â Heeseung replied, still processing the sudden pull, the phantom of your warm touch still tingling on his skin.Â
âSo, besides me,â you said, crossing your arms in front of you, a hint of playfulness glinting in your eyes. âWhat did you think of âAnastasiaâ?â
Heeseung let out a chuckle, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lips as he took a moment to answer.Â
âI loved every bit of it,â his voice dropped slightly and his gaze deepened. Although the known tenderness seemed to be mingled with it, there were more layers on it. âBut I have to admit. You were my main focus.â
You giggled again. Second time in just a few minutes together. Heeseung actually felt like going to heaven and back to earth with the sound of your giggles, having to physically stop himself from his hands touching you, caressing your adorable blushed cheeks or landing on your hips.
âYou flatter me,â you said sheepishly, uncrossing your arms. âBut Iâm sure I wasnât that distracting, Heeseung.â
His name sounded so much more beautiful in your voice â the way you said it was magnetic, with a hint of sensuality and teasing, making his heart skip several beats.
âYou definitely were, Y/N.â He opted to play in your game, taking a step closer, recognizing the change of the atmosphere between you two.Â
You also were aware of the shift in the air, allowing your flirty, shameless part to shine brighter during the conversation. âI think I owe you a proper thank you for being such an attentive audience member.âÂ
Heeseungâs smile slowly faded out, his eyes softening and growing more intense, half-lidded with anticipation as you reached to hold his hand.Â
âHow do you plan on doing that?â He asked, husky voice tickling your stomach, his fingers sweetly playing with yours.
You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, your nervousness evident as you replied, âWould you mind waiting for me to change? Itâll take about an hour...âÂ
âAbsolutely not,â he eagerly replied, eyes lightening up with expectation. Then he lifted your hand until his lips touched it and placed a tender kiss, as an unspoken promise he would wait for you. âIâll be right here. Take your time.â
The soft press of his lips on your skin sent a shiver down your spine, the warmth spreading directly into your heart making your pulse race.Â
Unwillingly, you released his brief, yet electrifying touch, offering a flustered grin and a reassuring nod while the anticipation grew within you. As you turned towards the changing room, you could feel the weight of his gaze lingering on your back, never once losing sight of you.
Yunjin met you there, more excited than you by your supposed date, to which you shut down right away saying it wasnât a date. Despite your complaints, she kept her usual cheerful energy, helping you to undo your hairstyle as you removed your makeup, just to apply something more natural and less theatrical. You took a quick shower, as the heavy stage clothes and intense movements during the performance had left you feeling sweaty and disheveled.
Despite rushing your time, the fear that Heeseung might already be long gone was rapidly sinking in, so you hurried your steps out of the changing room when you finished your things, walking back to where you left him.
You let out a relieved sigh as you saw his figure happily talking with one of your friends, now with his back facing you.
âOh, so you already met Jay.â You greeted them with a smile.
Heeseung averted his attention to your approach, your fresh sprayed perfume infiltrating his airways. He took his time to check you out shamelessly with his pretty bambi eyes filled with a perfect mixture of adoration and something darker.
âYeah, he did.â Jay nodded with a smile, before leaning closer to whisper in your ear. âHe seems pretty great, Y/N. Amazing choice,â and he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, walking away after saying a quick goodbye.
You felt your cheeks heating up with your friend's words, a faint blush decorating the area, to which Heeseung noticed right away.Â
âYou look beautiful.â He said softly, loving how casual you wore yourself; loose black shirt, baggy jeans and black converse.
Your natural look would always be his favorite â he wouldnât admit that easy, but he stalked your instagram like crazy during the first days, so he was aware of a few things about your visual. However, no one prepared his heart to face it so closely, your beauty glowing even stronger now.Â
âThank you.â
He got startled when you kindly took his hand with yours, pulse racing with the sudden intimate touch. Nonetheless, he was loving every second of it, fearlessly lacing your fingers, paying close attention to your reaction. As he expected, you smiled sheepishly.Â
âWould it be disappointing that my suggestion is a private bar near here, so we can drink and talk?â You hesitantly asked as you started to head towards the exit.
âOf course not.â Heeseung shot you with one of his sweet, reassuring glances. âI would go anywhere with you.â
You chuckled, unconsciously squeezing his hand as you tried to run from his flirty eyes. âYou shouldnât say things you canât carry out.â You said, teasingly.
You both reached out of the theater using the back exit, avoiding the public so you could have some privacy. Being famous had its perks, but also a lot of downs, the lack of privacy being one of them. Nonetheless, you loved each individual part of it; since the beginning of your career you built a good community. In your relationship with your fans, you constantly reinforced yours and theirs boundaries.Â
âYou think I canât?â He quirked an eyebrow, a sly smirk taking place on his cherry lips. You couldnât help but focus on how Heeseung appeared even more handsome under the cityâs nightlights, sharp lines being evidenced while the fresh breeze messed up his burgundy hair. âShould I prove you wrong, then?â
You got a bit taken aback with his sudden confidence, yet, you loved to see this new side of him blooming with you, allowing yourself to indulge in the game as much as you were enjoying the player.
âWell,â you began to talk. âYou have three days before I head to the next city.âÂ
Although Heeseungâs chest tightened with your unexpected reality shock, reminding him that you were a busy woman, and traveling a lot was a enormous part of your work, he decided to enjoy your presence as much as you let him to, instead of overthinking about your soon departure.
Heeseung waited for you for months, he would wait for more if he needed to.Â
His smile softened, still, his eyes sparkled by your subtle challenge. âThree days, huh? Iâll have to make them unforgettable then.â
You laughed, his words sending a pleasantly thrill in your core, excited with his promise.Â
âIsnât that too much pressure?â You raised an eyebrow.
âI like a challenge,â Heeseung shot back, playful voice laced with something deeper, almost daring.Â
You giggled at his response, only now noticing he hadnât let go of your hand since the beginning. Initially, you were apprehensive about the intimate touch, but Heeseungâs presence stirred a surprising sense of ease within you. His effortless way of breaking through your barriers made you feel comfortable enough to be yourself, dissolving your reservations with a natural grace.
You wondered if it was because he seemed genuine with his actions, since the very first night offering you such sweet glances and admiration eyes.
During your walk, you could see through his kind actions how respectful and caring he was, switching places with you so he was the one on the road side of the sidewalk, letting you walk in front of him whenever the space was narrowed by the flush of people, and mostly just by letting you to talk without interruptions.
Despite Heeseungâs ability of lowering your defenses, you still had some difficult thoughts about allowing it too much. A strong part of you were afraid of giving other peopleâs free access to your private life. You wished Heeseung could prove to you he was worth it.Â
You reached the bar quicker than you expected, your relaxed chat filling up the walk as you discovered some of Heeseungâs personal traits and that he worked in the entertainment industry, being the one behind the scenes in the marketing area for some brands. Also you find out that his favorite hobby was to play on his computer during his free time and watch random youtube videos.
Since you knew the place, you chose a recluse seat near the corners, where no one could see you both having your intimate time together.
âI have to be honest,â Heeseung said after he sat down, facing you. âIâve been in Seoul for Godâs know how long, and I have never seen this bar.â
You laughed, grabbing the menu, your hungriness screaming in your stomach.Â
âI love it here.â You smiled. âItâs very private and not many people are allowed to enter. Actually, if Iâm not mistaken, itâs kind of an artist type of place? Like famous people and, I donât know, CEOs come here.â You explained, Heeseung nodding to your words.
Heeseung was so thrilled with the whole experience of getting to know you better. He had always envisioned you as an idol-like figure. Your unreachable, distant persona, unallowing his mind to go further than watching you on stage.Â
Ironically enough, the natural side you showed so far warmed his heart even more. Your bold humor, your confident actions, how your eyes lit up when you talked about your job and interests â everything working perfectly to make it harder not to fall for you.
Seeing you out of the actress aura, in a more relaxed and genuine setting, only deepened his fascination. The charm you once threw at him increased gradually as he felt his heart fluttering with your laughter and easy talk.Â
You both got along like it was meant to be.
âI actually became interested in musicals because of you,â he admitted after some chatting, sipping the non-alcoholic drink he ordered.
âHow come?â You asked, interested in the story, biting your pajeon.
One thing you loved about your job was to hear peopleâs stories of how they got interested in musicals. Youâve heard many, some because of their parents, some due to curiosity, others because of seeing it online.Â
However, Heeseungâs one was a bit⌠Different from what you expected.Â
âOh,â Heeseung expressed with a shy smile, lowering his eyes to his glass, playing with the border of it. You cocked your head to the side, wondering why he went silent after your question. âI kindaâŚâ He swallowed hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing, the movement neatly noticed by you. âFell for your aura, yâknow?â He tried his best not to say he fell for you. âYour voice is amazing. And you looked so confident.â
You blinked slowly with a bright smile, loving to see his flustered self gathering all the resources in his body trying not to be so obvious, although his eyes never lied to you. Heeseungâs words and the way his body was reacting unlocked something bold inside your chest.Â
You were about to speak, thanking him for his appreciation or whatever your mind could come up with, but he continued.Â
âThe first time I watched a musical was when you did Tangled,â Heeseung was doing his best not to look at your eyes, afraid of losing his inner battle and saying what he wasnât planning to. âI was accompanying a friend that loves you.â
âOh,â You said excitedly, a smirk on your lips. You raised your glass and clinked it with his. âCheers to your friend then.â You laughed at his confused reaction, now finally looking at you with his blushed cheeks, unnecessarily adorable. âThanks to him, we met. Isnât that right?âÂ
A darker shade of red painted his cheeks as he smiled bashfully.
âI think we can say that, yeah.â He nodded, taking a good sip of his drink, bambi eyes following your movements.Â
You leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling with what Heeseung read as mischief, making his heart falter some beats.
âSo youâre saying youâre a fan of mine now?â You teased, biting your lip shamelessly as your eyes drifted to Heeseungâs cherry ones. The alcohol in your veins facilitating not only your words to come out, but your actions to be bolder.Â
Heeseung got initially stunned by your not so subtle flirting, pulse increasing fast. Then he decided to get on your game, purposely wetting his lips just to watch your gaze tracking motion of it.Â
âDefinitely a fan of yours, Y/N.â He smirked, also leaning in, your faces close enough for your breaths to slightly mingle.Â
âAnd youâre devoted too. Attentively paying attention to meâŚâ You purred, tilting your head to the side as your eyes softened, totally switching the atmosphere between you too once more.Â
Something about the way Heeseung was attractive, had a good talk and seemed to be loving spending that small time with you, was stirring with you, to the point of you moving uncomfortable on your chair because the way he seemed to be so kissable right now was driving you insane.
Heeseung had his lips slightly agape and glistening due to his recent sip, hooded eyes analyzing your expression with adoration and wanting, as if he wasnât afraid of showing off his feelings anymore. You appeared to be more interested in what he could offer than he was captivated by you, allowing Heeseung to gradually become confident.
His gaze lingered on your lips, the corners of his mouth twitching into a sly smirk.Â
âMy car is parked in the theater parking lot.â He murmured, looking around before standing up just to sit on your side â you didnât knew if it was purposeful, but the way he positioned himself covered your figure, so no one would recognize you. âCan I take you somewhere more private?â He took the chance to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You were flabbergasted by his sudden caring gesture, albeit intrigued by the boldness in his eyes. A small breath escaped your lips as your heart started to beat fast.Â
âSomewhere more private?â You echoed, voice barely above a whisper.Â
Heeseung nodded, now gently brushing his thumb on your cheek, heating the area.
âOnly if you want to.â He added, his voice dropping down a tone, eyes locked into yours.
Your whole body got electrified by the amazing sensations Heeseung was making you go through.Â
âTake the lead, pretty boy.â You voiced out as you moved your head just enough to plant a small, tender kiss on his palm.Â
Your words were all it took for Heeseung to ask for the check, and didn't let you pay for your food and drink when he did so, despite your objections. You rolled your eyes, though your heart fluttered at the way he took charge so effortlessly, as if the thought of you paying for that night never crossed his mind.Â
âI donât think itâs safe for you to be around the theater still. Is it ok for me to go get my car and then I pick you up here?â As if he hadnât been a gentleman enough throughout the night, he questioned before you could stand up, taking your privacy into consideration for his decisions.Â
âSounds great.â You answered, forcing your body not to overreact and your voice to sound as normal as you could. âBut how do I know you wonât leave me hanging?â You questioned cheekily, though there was a hint of insecurity in your voice. After all, Heeseung could be the most captivating man in the world, but you had only known him for a few hours.
âYou have to trust me,â he said, throwing you a quick cocky wink paired with a smirk as he made his way out of the bar, longing his gaze on you before disappearing from the main door.
Heeseung had no idea how those simple words and gestures affected you. Crossing your legs did little to calm the rush of feelings surging through your core.Â
You sighed, grabbing your phone to message Yunjin about the change of plans. She was way more excited than you, making you laugh as you typed you probably wouldnât sleep at the hotel with her that night.Â
Anyway, you were also making sure someone in your circle of friends knew your whereabouts. Again, being famous had its downs, and dealing with creepy people was on the list as well.Â
You waited sitting for a few minutes before going outside, since you didnât wanted Heeseung to make the effort of turning off his car to announce he was waiting for you. Gladly, there were a small number of people outside, and you stood near to the security guard just in case.Â
You spotted a black car pulling up in front of where you were standing after a while, the window rolling down revealing Heeseung on the driverâs seat with a small smile.Â
âHey,â your lips curved into a relieved smile and you opened the door to enter the car.Â
Heeseung felt bad for being unable to do that for you since he had stopped in a traffic place where he couldnât stop for too long. Instantly you sent your live location to Yunjin, just to be safe.
âI know I was the one who brought up finding a more private place,â he started, a bit uncertain. âBut do you have any place in mind?âÂ
His question made you think for a while. Your hotel was out of question, since Yunjin was sleeping there too.Â
âI donât wanna take you to my place right away.â He added quickly. âDonât get me wrong. I just donât feel you would be as comfortable thereâŚâ He trailed off, glancing at you for a millisecond.Â
âBecause you know your place better than me.â You completed, quirking an eyebrow at him with a smirk tugging the corner of your lips.Â
âExactly.â
âAre you a stalker or just a perfect gentleman?â You asked with curiosity and playfulness.Â
Heeseung let out a hearty, loud laugh, filling up the inside of his car as he ignored how his stomach did a flip about being a perfect gentleman in your eyes.Â
âNeither, I hope.â He chuckled, looking at you warmly when he stopped in one red light.Â
You smiled, enjoying how at ease you became around him, the blended seductive and playful atmosphere around you two building up the ideal scenery for you to fall for Heeseung.Â
On the other hand, Heeseung wasnât different. Slightly afraid of scaring you or making you uncomfortable, but still, loving the way you expressed yourself so vividly, making him laugh every second.Â
âSo⌠Weâre goingâŚ?â He sweetly asked after your silence, waiting for your suggestion.
What Heeseung didnât expect was to see your whole face lit up with seductive playfulness, the anticipation building up before you spoke, your velvety, low voice sending signals straight to his core, as your eyes drenched him in lust.
âAnywhere we can have a bed, Heeseung.â
Heeseung didnât let you pay for the chosen hotel room as well, to which your body reacted instantly as the heat increased, your desire dripping out your eyes as you devoured him shamelessly.Â
His impeccable manners were almost too good to be true, being such a gentleman during the night, leading the way, but only after your consent, after asking you, after you taking the decisions. He listened to your wants and found a solution easily, a characteristic you found extremely attractive.Â
It was incredibly refreshing to find a man like him, so devoted to making you feel like a queen, allowing you to simply relax and enjoy yourself without you having to ask for it.
Now, however, you needed him to solve another problem, the one in which your arousal had left your panties dampened and you restless.
Seeing his charismatic interaction with the worker as nonchalantly doing the check-in, the smile after thanking them, the skilful hands grabbing his wallet, his eyes switching from tenderness to raw desire when landing them on you. Heeseung was clearly struggling to contain his eagerness to take you to an intimate setting as soon as possible. His restraintment was driving you wild, intensifying your anticipation.
How were you being so affected by that? Also, you werenât one to hook up on your first meeting â not even calling it a date, since it was a rushed last minute type of situation.Â
Then you remembered. Heeseung had built up the perfect atmosphere for you both since the very first day you saw him.
His beaming expression, eyes glued on you, showing genuine enchantment by your performance and now, you understood, by your beauty as well. You felt more than flattered to charm someone so hot and attentive as him.Â
His easy going personality and the way he acted like a true man, demonstrating to genuinely care about you, made a perfect blend of your ideal type â you didnât even knew you had one until now.
As soon as you entered the elevator, it took one simple glance from Heeseung for you to attach your lips on his, shivering at the sweet taste of his mouth as your hands searched for support on his shoulders.Â
He got taken aback by your sudden decision, but didnât hesitate to reciprocate your touch, eager for more since day one. Oh, he was in heaven by the way you were falling apart right in front of his eyes, because he, himself, was drowning in your presence since the beginning.Â
His mannerism around you was flawless, how he positioned his hands respectfully on your waist instead of lower, making you smirk in between the rushed kiss, totally contradictory to how his tongue passionately searched for yours to deepen the touch.
There were no words being spoken at that moment, but so much was being vocalized through his hitched breath and your soft moans, the ones that made Heeseungâs dick twitch in his pants.Â
âFuck,â he groaned and threw his head back when you deattached your mouth just to kiss other parts of his exposed skin.
In no moment you wondered if it was a set up, because if so, Heeseung was a better actor than you. There was no way he was faking his reactions while your lips sucked the flesh of his neck vigorously, as if your life depended on it, not even caring about marking the area as you did so.Â
Both of you shared the same thinking: the door needs to open soon, otherwise the elevator cameras would be filming something very intimate.Â
Heeseung went back to kissing you, already addicted to your taste, sucking your tongue and lip fervently just to hear your sounds once again. You scratched his nape with your fingernails when you finally heard the sound of the door opening, both of you giggling in between the kiss since none of you decided to move away, stumbling your steps until you reached the room door.Â
Heeseung positioned your back against the wall just to skilfully unlock the entrance, pushing you against the door to open and closing it back with his feet.
You took no time to appreciate the beauty of the room, eagerly waiting for the moment the back of your knee would hit the bed and you would finally have Heeseung hovering you the way you wished the most.
You removed Heeseungâs jacket and tossed it at some random place on the floor before he maneuvered your body when you reached the soft mattress, so you could lay comfortably â his strong grip on your thigh and hip sending jolts of excitement to your core as you gasped for air, but never once completely breaking the contact of his sultry, hot mouth against yours.
He wasted no second to position himself over you, the weight of his body pressing yours in an electrifying way, his lips only backing away to place rough kisses on your neck, nibbling your ear lobe as his fingers infiltrated your shirt to touch the bare skin of your stomach.
Your body reacted instantly with the amount of stimulus, arching into him, yearning more and more of his heated hands and mouth working wonders on you. Instinctively, your fingers tugged his beautiful strands of hair while pulling him down, closer, inciting Heeseung to continue his assault on your sensitive flesh.Â
However, as your impatience grew, so did your desire.
âHeeseungâŚâ You breathed out, panties already ruined by how wet you were.
âHm?â He murmured, trailing kisses until he reached your mouth again, his hands still heating the area of your waist as he caressed it painfully slowly, giving you a rush of chills.
You kissed him back, then pushed him away by pulling his hair, searching for his now darkened eyes, filled with lust and a small hint of the usual tenderness towards you. You watched how his gaze switched between your lips, your eyes and other areas of your face, as if he was memorizing every feature of yours to keep them as a personal picture.Â
âDonât keep me waiting,â you whispered with your voice rich with desire, your heavy breaths mingling with Heeseungâs in an intimate way you didnât expect to feel with him so easily.
He chuckled at himself, blinking slowly as he bit his lower lip, hooded eyelids demonstrating how far gone for you he already was, lost in his pleasure.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered back, planting a sweet kiss on each of your cheeks. âYou just feel too good.â
And he wasnât lying.Â
The way your body reacted to all of his touches so far was driving him instantly to hell and back to earth, his own skin tingling with a hunger he never felt before just by hearing your small, beautiful sounds. Heeseung wished to stop time and have you like that for the rest of his life, even if it sounded exaggerated and premature. He developed feelings for you long enough to have his mind working in that way, yearning for every bit of you, with his sharp gaze catching all of your reactions as he always did.
âI want to enjoy every second I have with you.â Heeseung admitted genuinely. You noticed the top of his ears turning into a cute shade of red.Â
âYou can do that,â you reassured, downing your hands from his hair to his shoulders and then to his strong arms, almost moaning after feeling them tensing under your touch. âBut please,â you pleaded firmly with a low voice, squeezing his biceps. âDonât make me wait anymore.â
With a small nod, a sly grin and a brief peck on your lips, Heeseung sat on his knees, the hands once under your shirt just brushing slightly the area, glided slowly over your skin as he moved to undress the fabric off of your body.Â
He searched for your gaze before moving forward. âAre you sure about that?â He had stopped himself mid-action for your consentment, and you couldnât help but smile, finding adorable his respectfulness with you, despite the obvious shared intense, almost tangible, desire.
âTotally.âÂ
After your word he finally removed your shirt, leaving your upper body covered only with your bra.
You shivered under his lascivious gaze, devouring you shamelessly with a satisfied smirk. He looked drunk as he approached again, brushing his lips on your collarbone and then near your breasts, playing with it over the clothing piece teasingly, looking up at you with his big bambi eyes showing a faux innocence.Â
The fresh contact of his mouth and tongue against new parts of your body made you arch your back again, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation. You felt his hands working its way to free your boobs and when he finally did, you moaned in relief.
âFuck,â he groaned with a small, attractive frown, as if he was mad with your beauty. âYou look perfect.â
You fluttered your eyes open, catching a sight of how dedicated Heeseung was sucking your hardened nipple while his hand massaged the other, eventually switching sides to give both equal treatment, and you also caught him already looking at you, savoring each of your reactions.
Little did you know that while tasting you, he was also engraving into his memory those raw, genuine expressions, so different from the ones he had seen when you were on stage, acting.Â
You managed to reach for the hem of his beige shirt, teasing to slide them off. He noticed right away your attempt and quickly helped you by sitting on his knees and undressing himself, revealing to your hungry eyes his slightly tanned torso, his muscles tensing as he moved to toss the clothing piece to the ground.Â
Heeseung got shy under your thirsty gaze, but how could you look at him any other way? His body seemed flawless under the roomâs dim light, broad shoulders, biceps and chest with just the right amount of muscles. Not to mention the silver chain necklace adorning his neck, which you found particularly attractive, and his gorgeously messy hair.
âYouâre so fucking hot, Heeseung.â You murmured with sincerity, your fingers trailing over his arms, feeling the firm texture beneath your touch.Â
The room appeared to shrink, the air getting thicker as your respiration accelerated with the view. The anticipation to feel all those parts pressing flush against yours grew, a thrill of excitement running throughout your body straight to your cunt.Â
Heeseung acted out of instinct after your praise, as if upon realizing your desire mirrored his own, the carefulness, the gentleness he was cherishing to give you during the night instantly vanished just to be replaced by the raw yearning of being inside you.Â
Of course he would still listen to your demands, there was a vivid part of him willing to give you the affection you deserved. However, by the way you cheekily smiled and how your gaze sharpened after him yanking his own jeans and then yours, he knew how you wanted it to happen.
Heeseung brushed his painfully hardened dick on your thigh as he reached for your mouth, kissing you fervently while one of his hands explored your clothed pussy. He moaned against your lips when you purposely slightly moved your leg to grace his cock with a bit more of friction, as a way of thanking him for rubbing your pulsing clit over your panties.
It was a shared intimate touch covering the visceral need of fucking you for good, his inner battle going on about how to treat you, since your non-verbal answer â lustful eyes and smile â didnât meant much to him to be certain within his decision.
âHeeseung,â you moaned, grinding against the skilful fingers making circles on your clit, the fabric preventing you from feeling them directly on your pussy, making you annoyed. âI want you, stop teasing me.â You demanded, and instantly Heeseung moved his head to the curve of your neck, gently kissing it while pushing your panties to the side to start fingering you.
He collected a bit of your arousal on your slick folds, literally moaning just by the feeling of his digits sliding with ease on your pussy, pressing your entrance with one and then two, loving to hear your beautiful whimpers.
Heeseung supported himself with one arm just to watch your pleasant frown, your mouth slightly agape, your breath hitching, eyes fluttered shut.
âYou look so fucking beautiful right now,â he admitted in a low, husky tone, sending shivers to your spine.Â
You opened your eyes, a sly smile adorning your lips as you said. âImagine how beautiful Iâll be with your cock instead of your finger, then.â
Heeseungâs dick twitched against your thigh with your words. You observed his eyes darkening even more, taking in the challenge as his life depended on it, barely giving you time to process him removing all the clothing pieces from both of you, offering the gorgeous view of his reddened and extremely hard shaft, tip dripping precum.Â
Your mouth watered, but you ignored your sudden urge of sucking him, since your biggest want was to have that dick inside of you as soon as possible.Â
You tracked his movements with your eyes, a low groan escaping from your throat as you watched Heeseung put on the condom and pump his length a few times. The vein of his arm popped due to the motion, making you wonder how hot he would look desperately touching himself, a thought you opted to keep to yourself for now.
âI hope you donât hold back.â You provoked, quivering beneath his heated body as he positioned himself to enter you, supporting himself with one arm as your hands found its comfort on his shoulders.Â
Heeseung looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk.
âI wasnât planning to.â
His words only fueled the fire between you, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he aligned himself perfectly, his gaze never leaving yours.Â
âYouâve set the pace,â he murmured, low voice dripping with desire. âLetâs see if you can keep up.â
You rolled your eyes and smiled as a response to his dirty and teasing words, a soft moan escaping your lips as he started to fill you up so perfectly. But Heeseung gave you no time to savor it properly, beginning to thrust deep and hard, yet agonizingly slow, as if he was messing with you right after your explicit request. The playful glint in his eyes made it clear how delighted he was by setting the rhythm, toying your pussy just how he wanted, enjoying a bit too much the show of the changes in your facial expressions.
âYou feel so fucking good,â Heeseung sighed with a pleasant frown.Â
Your walls clenching around his sensitive dick was driving him insane, the euphoria to fuck you harder and faster rising in his chest, albeit he did his best to control it because he had two goals that night. First, to experience you in every possible way, and second, to make sure you never forgot just how incredible he could be at it.
You wanted to curse Heeseungâs pace, but it would be a lie to say you werenât enjoying every second of his slowness, how it allowed you to feel each inch of his cock deliciously sliding inside you, delaying your run towards your relief.
Heeseung attached his lips on yours while keeping the deliberated grind, a passionate kiss mingled with your soft moans and hitched breaths.
There was something about the way he was treating your body with such devotion, taking his sweet time to taste your mouth while feeling your pussy sliding on his length, gradually learning exactly how to satisfy you.
His hands caressed your skin with affection, sensing it shivering under his contact, then he shot you a playful look, repositioning himself on his knees as he grabbed a pillow to place it under your waist, opening and slightly lifting your legs, in a way to give him easy and full access to hit you deeper.
You whimpered by the instant amazing feeling of Heeseung finding your g-spot right away, his face lighting up with the new information you just gave him without uttering a single word besides his name within moans.
âFâfuck, Heeseungââ Your broken voice and the desperation in your eyes served as the final push for Heeseung to lose control and speed his thrusts, your knuckles turning white with your strong grip on the sheets.Â
You let out a sequence of whimpers, groans, moans, whatever sounds you were able to make, entirely lost in your lustful pleasure, your whole body shaking on the bed as Heeseung frantically and intensely moved his hips.
âI wasnât lying when I said Iâd make your days unforgettable,â Heeseungâs husky, confident voice triggered a new wave of ecstasy throughout you.
You winced underneath him, fully unable to say cohesive words. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolled back right before fluttering shut within a frown. The lewd slaps sounds of him pounding roughly on your pussy making you completely dizzy, his urgent rhythm driving you close to the edge.
Heeseungâs breathing was heavy and erratic, filling the room together with your loud moans as he pushed you near to the brink of release, his hands squeezing whatever part of your legs he touched, your own hips unconsciously grinding to meet his rhythm.Â
The knot on your stomach tightened gradually, and Heeseungâs pace became unsteady. The small piece of your mind that still worked correctly deduced Heeseung was just as close as you to his own climax, so you tightened your walls purposely and opened your eyes just in the right time to catch a glimpse of Heeseung throwing back his head, consumed by his pleasure; his flushed neck glistening in sweat, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he moaned, the fucking chain necklace dangling.
âHeeâ closeââ You tried to warn, you really did. But the whole moment got you overwhelmed in the bestest way possible. You barely had strength to think, let alone talk.
Heeseung snapped out of his blurry bliss with your voice echoing in his ears. His eyes searched for you right away, instantly moaning at the view of you, perfectly messy, falling apart, just for him to see.
He leaned forward, decreasing the distance between your torsos. Without a second thought, your hands roamed over his firm, strong arms until you reached his nape, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, as though your body naturally gravitated towards him, like a magnet.
Neither of you could keep on the kiss, Heeseungâs head falling besides yours as your fingernails scratched his back, the urge of your so close orgasm making you desperate.Â
âPleaseââ You pleaded without much thinking, legs evolving Heeseungâs waist trying to help his erratic movements.Â
âCome for me, yeah?â He murmured against your ear, holding back his own release just to feel your walls clenching him while achieving your orgasm. âCome for me like a good girl.â
And you did. Screaming his name, digging your nails on his skin, waving your body as the surge of your breathtaking climax rushed over it.
You felt Heeseungâs dick throbbing right before he filled up the condom with his release together with the beautifulest moan of the night, the one where he said your name lasciviously, hoarse and intimate in your ear.
Heeseungâs exhausted body collapsed on yours, his sweaty skin clinging to you and yet you gave no care. Your focus was on catching your breath, trying to ground yourself with your sight still hazy from the intensity of your climax.Â
âHoly shit,â you managed to whisper as you kept panting.
âIâm sorry,â Heeseung immediately replied, a small hint of guilt hidden in his husky voice.
âFor giving me the best orgasm of my life?â You breathed out, chuckling. The post-orgasm high made you feel like jelly.
He laughed. The sound warming your chest and also helping you to calm down quickly.
âDid I hurt you?â Heeseung questioned with concern, looking at you.
You shook your head in response and he smiled. Your hooded eyes followed Heeseungâs gorgeous figure, going quickly to the bathroom to discard the condom and back to the bed, laying down next to you.
âI wasnât planning on going that hard with you at first, butââ
âYes, you were.â You interrupted with a playful smile. âAnd Iâm glad you did. It was amazing, Heeseung,â the compliment slipped out of your mouth with ease as you caressed his hair and then his face.
Heeseung let out what sounded like a relieved sigh, as he pressed a peck on your cheek, then the corner of your lips before sucking your lower lip and kissing you properly.Â
âIt was my pleasure, Y/N.â He whispered against your mouth, kissing you again with a sweetness that seemed impossible after what just happened, but you knew it was real, because he offered you the same tenderness since day one through his eyes.
You found yourself snuggling on his chest and he hugged you warmly. There was something in Heeseung's acts that exhaled intimacy in a way it scared you, knowing deep down if he kept treating you like that, you would inevitably grow attached to his presence.Â
You got lost in your thoughts for a while, torn in between the warmth of his body touching you with care and the sinking feeling of his inevitable departure. Although Heeseung seemed to be an amazing man, nothing would stop him from simply leaving, especially when there was no mention of commitment from any of you or whatsoever.
Nonetheless, Heeseung's connection with you appeared to grow stronger each second you spent together, because his first words after the long silence were âCan I get your number?â
You lifted your head from his torso, a bit flabbergasted by his sudden, unexpected question. You had to blink a few times and watch his bambi eyes show you curiosity with your reaction to know he wasnât messing around.Â
âSure. If you promise not to leak it out.â The only answer he offered you was his pinky for a pinky promise, to which you took in with a serious face. âYou canât break it, yeah?â And he laughed.
âCross my heart, I wonât.â
The following three days felt like something in between a k-drama and a fever dream â too perfect to feel real.Â
Heeseung had work during the mornings and the afternoons, meaning he couldnât be with you the whole day â unwillingly, of course. To which you thought it was great, since it allowed you to hang out with Yunjin and Jay, and also to concentrate on your job, rehearsing for the next performances alongside your castmates, warming up your vocals with your teacher, re-reading the lines just in case.Â
However, the anticipation tightened in your stomach with every buzz of your phone with a notification, heart racing reading Heeseungâs name on the screen.Â
âI wanna see you soon.â âCanât wait for tonight.â âMissing your pretty face, ngl.â
His simple texts did no good to help your inner battle, nor his perfect mannerism for caring about your health, your voice, your sleeping, the small things that sometimes neither you cared that much.
The fear of getting attached extremely fast to someone and having your heart broken was almost suffocating, and somehow Heeseung managed to wipe your thoughts away within every encounter.
There werenât too many after the night you spent together, but each had a distinctive situation that deepened your connection.
Monday, he picked you up at your hotel after work for a small dinner at his favorite restaurant. You found yourself thirsting over his extremely good looking figure when he showed up in a simple, yet mesmerizing black button-down shirt with the first three buttons undone revealing a hint of his tanned skin beneath, and his usual heart-melting smile.
âReady for tonight?â He asked you with a beaming face that filled your heart with warmth and a cocky grin that later on, led you to ride his dick until your legs burned after you both reached the chosen hotel for the night.Â
You were nothing but astonished with how deeply invested you got in Heeseung, longing for his presence every minute. The chemistry between you both was electric, the sexual tension almost palpable pairing in the air, blended perfectly with the easygoing atmosphere you always shared. Heeseung fulfilled your desires easily, as though he was reading his favorite book â you â knowing every line by heart.Â
The second time you met was in the middle the following day, when he decided to spend his lunch hour with you, sharing a meal as you casually chatted about everything. Heeseung had a comforting way of listening to you with softened and attentive eyes, nodding along, occasionally adding his own point of view with a relaxed charm. Not to mention how smart he sounded as he talked with his soft tone and how beautiful his laughter sounded when he genuinely enjoyed a joke.Â
âI didnât know you enjoyed cooking that much,â he remarked at some point, his eyes lightening up after you shared your hobby of experimenting out new foods just to get their recipes and try doing it by yourself in your kitchen every once and a while during your free time.
You had no idea connections could be developed so quickly with someone as you did with Heeseung, how your energies and personalities complemented in a way that made every interaction feel effortless, as if words didnât needed to be fully spoken in order to understand each other.
Later the same day, Heeseung met you at night again. He timidly admitted he hadnât prepared much for the evening, but ended up making you the happiest woman on the earth by driving you both to a dinosaur museum exhibition after learning your fascination with them.
As you explored the exhibit, your eyes sparkled with excitement, and Heeseung couldnât help but smile at your enthusiasm. You animatedly explained the different species ignoring completely the small text next to every skeleton â Heeseung doing the same, since listening to your voice sounded way more interesting than reading.
Your tone raised with joy as you pointed out the massive skeleton of the stegosaurus, eyes gleaming with love, your big smile making Heeseungâs heart falter some beats.Â
âYou look so cute,â Heeseung said, chuckling softly, his hands hidden in his jacketâs pocket while tenderly watching you bouncing on your feet.
You beamed back at him. âItâs so interesting and cool to imagine those big boys walking on earth before us. Like, we are not literally, but somehow stepping on places they once stepped too.â
Heeseungâs gaze lingered on your glowing figure and at that moment, he recognized. He fell in love with you.
Not only for the talented actress on the stage, the amazing singer with an angelic voice, the famous performer who loved her fans with her whole heart.
Heeseung fell mainly for the genuine, happy, confident and warm woman in front of him. The one who easily sent chills through his spine just for laughing at his stupid jokes. The one who made the air thicker with her strong presence, just to stumble on her own legs and chuckle at it. The one who knew what she wanted and how she wanted. The one who secretly shared she was good at painting and handicrafts.Â
He could spend nights in hotel rooms hearing your moans and pants, feeling your intimate touches, kissing you mouth and any other place on your body he wanted to, but nothing compared to the fulfillment feeling spreading inside his chest when seeing you so pure, with raw emotions like that.Â
That night ended up like a date. He left you at your hotel and went home after kissing you slowly and tenderly at the entrance of the building, wishing you a good night's sleep and for you to take care.
It was your last day in Seoul before heading to the next city with the musical, and the bittersweet feeling weighed heavily on your heart. You were struggling with the drowning sentiment of leaving Heeseung behind, the idea of not knowing when, or even if he wanted to keep on seeing you made the lump in your throat hard to swallow.
Your insecurities grew heavier each second before the encounter. You hoped for Heeseung to come up with the sweet sorrow and necessary conversation first, since your messy, anxious thoughts did nothing to help you go through it without assuming the worst.
âHi, pretty.â His sudden appearance startled you, drawing your gaze from the distant random point on the street you were staring at. âSorry,â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his hands finding their comfort place on your waist, grounding you.
A smile spreads across your face, eyes brightening up with relief.
âHi.â You greeted back, leaning to kiss him on the lips, pouring all the affection you felt into that simple gesture.Â
You wished Heeseung could sense how deep you were falling for him, quickly becoming a vital part of your daily life in such a small amount of time.
âAre you okay?â He asked with concern, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. âYou seemed a bit oblivious.â
You shook your head, not only as a response to his question but to wipe away your confused thoughts.Â
âIâm better now.â You said, which wasnât a lie.
âGreat,â Heeseung whispered with a smile against your head before kissing the top of it and then held your hand to walk you to his car. âIâve prepared something different for today.â He said with a cheekily grin, the playful glint on his gaze making you squint your eyes, suspicious. He laughed at your reaction, then you quirked an eyebrow.
âOh yeah?â You smirked, curiosity instantly replacing your melancholic inner thoughts.
âI hope you like it.â He kissed the back of your hand before opening the car door for you to enter.
The drive was calm, Heeseung eased your mind without even noticing he did. Just the smell of his cologne and his warm touches on your thigh whenever he stopped at a red light, and the habitual chatting that got you invested with ease worked perfectly to sooth you.Â
At some point Heeseung nonchalantly revealed he was applying to switch to work remotely, and you genuinely cheered since for the last few days he complained about the amount of hours he had to drive, and the home-office modality helped him to have more free time.Â
His own information faded out by himself in the following conversation as he changed topics, you barely noticed his sly expression whenever he glimpsed at your yapping figure, gesturing about how annoyed you felt when you had to do group work during your college.Â
âWhatâs that?â Your eyes sparkled with the colorful atmosphere you were approaching, your whole body perking up as you watched some stalls passing by the window as Heeseung searched for a place to park.
Heeseung chuckled, drifting his eyes between the road and you, but not answering your question.
Then the realization hits. You shot Heeseung with one of your bright smiles, that got him almost giggling just by seeing it.
âYouâre insane.â
âI thought it could be a good place for you to learn some recipes.â
And just like that, you fell even harder for him.
Heeseung took you to a cozy outdoor market filled with food stalls, a few street foods trucks and local artisans. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing in the background and laughter echoing around you.
As you stepped out of the car with his help, the scents of diverse foods flooded your airways and you almost groaned with pleasure, your stomach growling with hunger as your mouth watered.Â
Heeseung held your hand the whole time you wandered from stall to stall, not even knowing where to start, but sampling everything from savory snacks to sweet treats, your senses dancing with the flavors and scents, doing some random love shots with Heeseung.Â
He didnât complained a second about the constant walking. To watch you lose yourself while tasting things, making pleasant frowns and doing little dances whenever you liked something, paid back any sore he would have to deal with on the next day.
Some people recognized you, asking for a picture to which you politely declined, and Heeseung instantly gave you a confused look, since you usually made time to give them a little attention.
You searched for a free table for you both to sit, and as you stared at the three delicious small dishes in front of you not knowing which one to prove first, Heeseung spoke up.
âIsnât that your favorite?â And then he pointed to the tteokbokki, after reading your indecisive frown, biting his own food. âStart with this one.â
You looked up at him with shock, then your gaze softened. It was Heeseung after all, the man who paid attention to every detail of you. However, your still pulse increased, your cheeks heating.Â
âCan I ask you something?â His voice broke the silence after a while again, and you nodded. âIs there a reason for you to refuse to take pictures with your fans today?âÂ
The question sounded curious, genuine at it most, free from the weight of any judgments. Heeseung was trying to understand your decision rather than impose his opinion on it.
âI donât want you to feel uncomfortable,â you explained softly, wiping your mouth with a napkin.Â
He tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing. âHow does that make me uncomfortable?âÂ
You shrugged, taking a bite of your corn dog before answering. âI donât know. People who hang out with me that arenât from my area often don't feel comfortable whenever I stop to talk to my fans.â
Heeseung raised his eyebrows, a bit taken aback by the revelation. Of course people had their rights of being uncomfortable with certain situations, however, being friends with you meant knowing your personality and how much you enjoyed those small interactions. So it sounded a bit odd to hear you say that.
âWell, I donât mind at all.â He said with a gentle smile. âActually, itâs sweet to see you interacting with them.âÂ
Your lips curved into a genuine smile at Heeseungâs reassuring words, especially because at some point he was a fan of yours, so to hear his mind on that conversation hit slightly deeper.
âThanks, it means a lot.â You mumbled. âBut if you ever feel awkwardly left outâ
âNo.â He shushed you with a portion of his food, shoving into your mouth with a playful laugh, making you roll your eyes and giggle.
The rest of the night went as comfortably as possible, filled with laughter and playful teasing moments. The thought of your departure on the next day haunted both of you, but you managed to brush away whenever your eyes met, the atmosphere softening again.Â
After you finished eating and drinking, Heeseung guided you to a quiet, secluded spot near the market. It was a small lake in the middle of a park, where a few other couples shared intimate affection as well.
Heeseung wrapped his arms around you from behind as you held on the railing overlooking the water. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his warm and soothing embrace caused a heavy sigh to escape your lips, and tears began to sting the corner of your eyes.
âYou know, it's always good to come back home.â You murmured, voice tinged with nostalgia while you admired the peaceful view. Gently resting your back on Heeseungâs chest, you added. âAnd it's always bittersweet when I have to leave.â Your voice got stuck in your throat, heart pounding in uncertainty for your following days. âIt became so much harder to leave now, Heeseung.â You admitted with a trembling voice, the tears quietly slipping down your cheeks
You felt Heeseungâs sweet lips touching your neck to place a gentle kiss before he turned you to face him. Kind hands caressing your face, cozy eyes eveloping your words with warmth and understanding. You felt loved. And it was hurting so much.
Heeseung cleaned your tears with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your eyelids afterward.
âWe can find a way,â he whispered, his own voice failing to stay steady. âIâm too attached to you at this point.â He admitted with a shy smile. âI know I said Iâd make your days unforgettable, but now Iâm the one who is unable to forget you. And I donât want to even try forgetting you.â
A wave of relief rushed your body, happy for being on the same page, glad that Heeseung listened to you, overjoyed he shared similar feelings. You sobbed, snuggling closer to his body in order to feel him more, burying your face on his neck, the scent making you cry even harder.Â
Heeseung hugged you tightly, yet, gently, his arms involving you in a fond, safe bubble.
âI can visit you during my free time,â he said to reassure you.
âIâll come to visit you too.â Your voice came out muffled due to your position, so you reluctantly pulled away from his embrace to search for his eyes. They were red, as if he was holding back his own tears. âI mean, I donât live too far from here, the problem is my workââ
Heeseung silenced you by attaching his lips on yours, not wanting to hear your âbutâsâ and worries at the moment. He wanted to envision a good future for both of you, and also he was taking advantage to kiss you once more.
The shared touch was laced with an anticipated longing, slow and bittersweet, still full of affection. Your breath hitched while mingling with the soft sounds of contentment, hands exploring each otherâs bodies, cherishing every inch before the inevitable departure of yours.
âIâm afraid you wonât get used to my work,â you whispered, relieving one of your biggest insecurities when Heeseung broke the contact to catch his breath.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked, slightly breathless, mind hazy from your kiss. God, he really wished you both managed a way to get back together, if not he would go insane without your sweet lips.
âItâs a demanding job, as you know.â You explained, playing with his ear lobe. Heeseung closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. âIâm always traveling, Iâm always going to places, constantly on the move⌠Even visiting can be difficult.â
âI know,â he replied softly, still not exactly understanding your full point. Yes, he would miss you, but he was sure it could be managed.
Despite, from the start he knew you were a busy woman, barely having time to yourself as you told him a few times. And he was willing to adjust some things in his life if that meant having you by his side.Â
Heeseung didnât said anything more, making you wonder. Would he back off after all of that? Or that meant he was fully devoted?
âAnd it doesnât bother you?â You asked.Â
âNo,â he replied sincerely, opening his eyes just to lock them onto yours, as he brushed a little strand of hair from your face before he cupped one of your cheeks. âItâll not. If you promise youâll always come back to me.â
And you would. After all, by the end of the day, all you could see was his eyes only.
Heeseung grew attached to watch you. Not only when owning the stage and captivating the audience with your talented acting skills, but in any other moment as well.
His eyes followed your every move, from the moment you frowned while waking up to the moment you fell on his arms, panting after him fucking you hard.
Yeah, you both managed ways of getting back together, with his now remote work, traveling around with you became easy. He missed his friends every once, and that led you both to constantly go back to Seoul and spend some days visiting, especially to see Jake and Sunoo, who freaked out when he discovered â through instagram! â his friends were dating one of his biggest inspirations.Â
Now, in your brand new purchased shared apartment, Heeseung eyes tracked you wetting your lips while humming the melody of your upcoming musical, while doing some work on your computer. It was a routine he definitely could get used to.
And as always, you felt the sweet weight of his gaze, smiling even before searching for him.
âWhat?â you asked, laughing at how Heeseung positioned himself beside you on the couch; his cheek resting on his hand, elbow propped on the armrest, as he shot you a lovestruck expression â soft smile and tender eyes.Â
âI love you.âÂ
Months ago, those words would have taken you by surprise.
You remember vividly how flustered you became, heart racing, stuttering on your own words, unable to cohesively say anything back. Heeseung joked about how an amazing actress managed to lose composure and not talk like that, and after you slapped his shoulder playfully, you kissed him passionately, mumbling what could have been a âI love you tooâ.
This time it didnât surprise you, still, left you momentarily speechless. You would never get used to the electrifying wave washing over your body whenever you heard Heeseung declaring his love for you.
Just like you always did, you felt the heat rising to your cheeks under his intense gaze. Closing your computer, you leaned closer, settling yourself comfortably on his lap.
âI love you too, Hee,â you replied softly and sincerely.
You smiled, before kissing him.
Heeseungâs embrace was your heaven. Heeseungâs lips were your hell. And in between that, he kept his eyes on you. Always.
#heeseung x reader#lee heeseung x reader#lee heeseung smut#lee heeseung fluff#heeseung fluff#heeseung fanfic#heeseung imagines#heeseung smut#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen fluff#heegyukeluv reqs#heegyukeluv works
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i took the switcheroo week as an excuse to finally try my hand at some scrybeswap designs! got a bit carried away as you can see, i love doing character design so much
decided to keep their species/major design elements fairly consistent (e.g. grimora's makeup, mag being vague and indistinct, leshy having nonhuman legs, p03 only having one arm) while still switching up their aesthetics as needed; super happy with all of these as a result!
design notes for each scrybe under the cut! def open to any further questions or curiosities, i always think way too hard about characters while designing them lmao
P03:
scrybe of the dead: i went for a possessed tv vibe; he's still mechanical but those bones do have a living soul trapped in them...also shoutout to @squid-hug for suggesting the x-ray machine, i was very tickled by that lmao
scrybe of beasts: overgrown old bot was kind of a given for this one, but i was also thinking that the plants are part of what's keeping him running somehow
scrybe of magicks: the magic eye is the core powering that top monitor, and the two side monitors display what he's seeing with that eye at any given time
grimora:
scrybe of beasts: she's a witch! like a chill terry pratchett kind of witch, she works with a lot of herbs and such; also her makeup is meant to mimic blood drops
scrybe of magicks: magick grimora is more of a warlock type, her magic is a lot more sinister and she almost never opens her eyes (whereas her third eye is basically always open)
scrybe of tech: tech grimora is kind of a wacky machinist-flavored dr. frankenstein; she inscribes by writing on circuitboards!
leshy:
scrybe of the dead: this leshy is a gargoyle/vampire hybrid! i thought a mirror would be fun for him bc you can get two different cultural refs; medusa (bc stone gargoyle), and the idea that vampires don't appear in mirrors!
scrybe of magicks: i decided to make him a bird guy (kinda harpy-esque) bc he's basically a more whimsical baba yaga hermit; the baba yaga thing carries over from slavic folklore obvs. also he has polycoria!
scrybe of tech: tech leshy was super fun, bc he's steampunk! rather than animal legs i gave him digitigrade robot legs, but other than that he's the most like, normal human guy here probably lmao; despite his well-adjusted appearance though i still think he's got a bit of freaky wonk in him
magnificus:
scrybe of the dead: this one was very ring-inspired lol, got those clump of hair you found in the shower drain vibes
scrybe of beasts: bush magnificus real! i think he'd be a bit more quirky trickster fae in this form
scrybe of tech: one of my favorites; tech mag is an emaciated cyborg draped in so many loose cords and wires that you can't tell what he looks like anymore. a lot of those cords are connected to him, and he plugs them in wherever as needed! he also has a drawing stylus, making him just an average art student tbh lmao
#inscryption#inscryptober#p03 inscryption#grimora inscryption#leshy inscryption#magnificus inscryption#scrybeswap#trying so hard not to develop 18 million ideas for these guys lmao#i love a design exercise
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A Ravenclaw Lunch đŚ
Drew some of my favorite Ravenclaws on this platform. Although one isn't necessarily a Ravenclaw. (@traceyc-uk I genuinely thought he was a Ravenclaw when I first saw him lol but I saw your comment reply somewhere that your first playthrough was Ravenclaw so I think this counts⌠a bit? đ)
This post is basically a peace offering (and a love letter) bcs I want to make more Ravenclaw friends đđđťđđť definitely not because I'm obsessed with you guys' MCs
I swear it was supposed to be a silly doodle at first but idk how or when down the line but somehow it turned into this mega drawing. Took me weeks to finish it. Iâm not happy with a few technical things especially lights and shadows⌠and some other things as well but I leave it be bcs Iâm aware that Iâm still learning 𼲠The rest Iâm pretty satisfied with, Iâm just happy that I got to finally finish this.
Front row (left to right):
Violet and Pearl Castellar by @vienguinn Omg HAPPY BELATED BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THESE BABIES! These 2 are some of my favorites and everytime you post I always open my phone real quick, your short comics are my comfort đŠľ
Clora Clemons by @choccy-milky I cannot not draw Clora?!!?! I consider you a legend in this fandom tbh đ also I want to thank you bcs your fic and illustrations literally helped me go through my stressful period when I was at my lowest bcs of my new demanding job that I started half a year ago. I look forward to your post everytime and your Clora and Seb always heals my soul đđŠľđ
Sally Salamander by @siboom777 Sally is just so wacky and unapologetically herself and I love her for it 𩵠Does she take commissions for toys tho?
Marvin Jerry by @runicxraven MY LOVELY SILLY ADORABLE LITTLE NERD đđđđ I need more Marvin in my life honestly.
@najiang âs MC - Iâm so so sorry I didnât draw her full faceđ, I tried my best to show her face as much as I can while still looking like sheâs taking those sausages haha. But anyway please know that I love your art so so much and I kept going back to the curry one and the one where MC came across Amit with beard as adults (that one is hilarious). Idk if your MC has a name or you left it nameless? I assume it was the latter but if she has one Iâd love to know!
Faustine Daemon by @faustinio27 Hey, a fellow INFJ! Winter is the same 𩵠I really love her story and especially her personality character sheet, you drew her expressions really well and Iâm a fan!
Back row (left to right):
Oliver Lennox by @pixie-dustss Handsome boi 𼰠Weâre friends already (I hope Iâm not the only one who thinks that way đŤ˘) from TikTok and you made me a video for Secret Santa last year and I just found out recently that youâre on Tumblr too so I want to say thanks by drawing Oliver! đŠľđŠľđŠľ
AurĂŠlie Collins by @morelikeravenbore I loove this look for Aura, she just looks so chic with the hat and scarf đ𩵠Sassy Ravenclaw bebe 𼰠My Winter has some French heritage (the lore is still rotting in my notebook bcs I havenât had the chance to draw her family members đĽ˛) so I do hope they can be friends and Aura would teach her French bcs she canât speak much of it đđťđđť
Alistair Dusk by @speedysart Surprise! You commented on my last speedpaint on Tiktok yesterday and I want to spill this art so bad but I was almost done so I kept my mouth shut haha. I love the pretty boiâs hair and piercings, and the fact that you chose this blazer for him, I just love it he looks so dapper in that đŁđŠľ
Eleonora Russel by @zordanna I love sweet Eleonora and her fascination with the moon and stars đŠľđ Oh and I kept coming back to your âI feel like an orangeâ Tiktok bcs itâs so fluffy and it heals my stress⌠also I adore your art itâs super soft and painty and delicate đĽšđ
@traceyc-uk âs MC - YOUR MC. I SWEAR TO MERLIN HEâS ON MY MIND 24/7 LATELY. Not sure why, itâs probably bcs I kept re-reading your comics. Also bcs heâs an adorable little golden retriever (but also a fierce cat!đź) Youâre super talented in drawing comics and facial expressions, I have a lot to learn especially in terms of layouting⌠last time I made a comic I hated the layout and the fact that it looks stiff to me, so your comics has been such an inspiration!
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#moonydrawshl#ravenclaw#oc#hl mc#hogwarts legacy fanart#characters im obsessed with#i genuinely want more ravenclaw friends#winter blackstone#Winter Blackstone and friends
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yooooo!!! youâre my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure đĽšđŤś
iâm really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, iâm p neutral on them!) but iâm curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? iâm just really interested!!! hopefully thatâs not weird :â)
have a good day!! sparkle on!!! â¨đ
i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...
i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned
mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them đ
i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia đ
i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends
i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about
people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled
in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol
the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists đđđđ
its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better đđ
mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)
i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.
its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!
she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!
she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"
she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)
she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.
he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.
THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.
she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7
but again, those are the consequences of HER actions
her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet đ
their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes đthey both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"
its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!
you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)
everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.
obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.
the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"
she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!
just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia đ, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.
im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!
im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.
i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!
i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process
talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol
i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game đ
its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.
all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.
i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.
also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!
thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!
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THE MOMENT WE WERE ALL WAITING FOR, FINALLY FINISHED THE DESIGN OF ASTER YESSSSSS â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¤â¤
This design belongs to the Wish rewrite called "The kingdom of wishes" (Written by @annymation and soon illustrated by @emillyverse and me)
Sorry for the delay, but this guy had so many things to draw and I also had a thousand ideas that it took me a while to capture them all (4 drawings wow, even I'm surprised lol)
Now after this introduction I will tell you the procedure of its design :]
2D MODEL:
-Maybe some don't notice it, but for the 2D drawing of Aster I didn't add many shadows, because in the classic Disney movies the animation doesn't have many shadows if we look closely, this is for several reasons (at that time they had to inking FRAME BY FRAME, can you imagine how much longer it would have taken to add detailed shadows? I really have respect for the animators)
(Here are some examples of what I'm trying to explain)
-As I said before, I didn't detach myself much from the concept art of the movie, I just added some other details that occurred to me, Anny and Emy.
-We decided that his cape would have the constellations of the signs of the zodiac (It was Emy's idea), which in the final result are on the cape, the constellations are noticeable more or less depending on Aster's mood.
-In the Wish rewrite it is mentioned that Aster's hair is like a candle (Reference to Hades) so I decided not to add the lineart in that part
His hair changes depending on his emotions, but not only that, but also his lineart, the calmer he is, the cleaner his animation will be, however with strong emotions (anger, sadness, nervousness) his details will be more neglected, especially when He is REALLY angry, by the way I made his hair look like a flame to give more drama to his design and also make a reference to Ember from Elemental
And as a final detail, the star-shaped gem that she has as a brooch changes color, just like her earrings.
3D MODEL:
-When Aster disguises himself as a human, his details on his clothes would disappear and the shape of his accessories would change to ones without a star shape, also the tone of yellow would look duller, you know so as not to draw attention (although he is dressed like a prince with a giant cape, the boy doesn't know how to hide the truth very well lmao)
-In general, it's just that the design becomes simpler, the only thing that changes is her hair that is no longer a flame, her freckles that are no longer little stars, her clothes no longer have so many details and her mark on her eye disappears( ̄â˝ďżŁ) .
By the way, I wanted to thank @the-autistic-idiot for giving us the great idea of ââAster having a star-shaped mark on his eye :D.
-Also, I think that those who have seen my other Wish redesigns are wondering why it seems like I had spit a rainbow at Aster's 3D drawings, what happened is that when I was painting my neurons said â¨Change your coloring⨠and well, The drawing in the end came out like this, although I honestly like it better, it better represents how I draw in a traditional way
Yes, basically the coloring of my drawings is as if a unicorn had spit on them lol
FINAL COMMENTS:
-It was very fun to draw Aster! The boy really has a lot of changes, but thanks to him I already discovered my digital drawing style so I am satisfied.
-Again sorry for the delay, I know that for many Aster must be their favorite character so I hope your wait was worth it :]
See you next time!â¨â¨
#disney wish#wish 2023#disney#wish movie#sketch#wish#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#drawing#star wish#starboy#human star#wish star#starsha#star redesing#the kingdom of wishes#the kingdom of wishes fandom#the kingdom of wishes au#starboy wish#starboy x asha#asha and starboy#wish concept art#asha x star#wish asha#wish disney#disney fanart#disney movies#disney animation#walt disney animation studios
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looking through your eyes + twenty three
authors note: the day of the big party has arrived. reminder, this has a time jump. solana is now home from treatment, though that's touched on in here as well.
also, if you watched arrow, i totally use one of my favorite characters from that show for a certain character. don't own him or anything wwe related. lol
cw/tw:Â fluff, angst, and violence
song inspo: âlooking through your eyesâ by leann rimes
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âAre you sure you want to do this?â Solana stops humming as she rips her gaze from the several pots that she currently has sitting on the fire. âItâs not too late.â
Rolling her eyes, she rubs her hands off on her apron and walks over to her husband. Roman pulls her into him as she lifts her hands around his neck. âRoâŚ..â
âWe could just not open the door.â
âRoman.â
This would be Solanaâs welcome home party. Two weeks. Sheâs been home for two weeks, and itâs been a beautiful transition. Being back with her husband and Dulce has meant the world to her. Itâs why she wanted to take some time to enjoy the two most important figures in her life before hosting such a social function.
But now the big day has arrived, and while sheâs filled with excitement, her husbandâŚ..is not.
âWhat if I buy you something instead? Like an island? Just for us.â Solana is taken back for a moment. Sheâs still yet to fully grasp the perennial extent of the Bloodlineâs reach and wealth. Of her husbandâs billionaire status. âHave security set to shoot to kill if anyone tries to bother us.â
She smiles, because while his words are borderline disturbing, the seriousness in his voice and expression are slightly humorous. âRo, thatâs not nice.âÂ
Roman also rolls his eyes, Solana having a bit of a hard time taking him seriously. Heâs so petulant, like a child. âBaby, how many times we gotta have this conversation? I love you and hate everyone else.â
âDulce?â
âTolerable.â
Shaking her head, she shifts her hands to his chest. âThis is what I want, Roman. Iâve been gone for so long. I justâŚ.I just want to be surrounded by the people I love.â And before he can say anything else, she clarifies, âbeyond just you and Dulce.â
âShe donât like this shit either. She likes us. Thatâs it.â
âThatâs not what I heard. Apparently, Jimmy really is her new bestie.â Solana giggles, thinking back to the photos Naomi sent and shared with her of Jimmy sitting on the sofa with Dulce, Dulce even sleeping in the bed with him as he took a nap. Almost identical to the ones she received while they were in Mexico. It seems Romanâs cousin has taken a liking to her sweet little puppy.
Roman looks even more irritated as he shares, âyou know he had her sleeping in the bed with him again?â Solana does in fact know. Sheâs got photographic evidence to prove it. âI swear, I saw her little ass standing up on her legs on the side of our bed like she wanted to get in the other day. She can try that shit with us if she wants to, butââ
Solana leans up and kisses him, effectively silencing his rant. Romanâs hands are on the small of her back, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides across her bottom lip, Solana having to prematurely end the kiss when he starts guiding her towards the nearest clear counter that he doesnât hesitate to prop her up on.
She knows exactly where this is headed, and she has way too many things left to do before the party kicks off.
Ignoring his scowl at her drawing a line in the sand, she does her best to encourage him, âtoday is going to be a good day. Weâre going to have a good timeââ
âdebatable.âÂ
ââand if you can try to be nice and not curse at or hurt anybodyââ
ââdo you not know who I am?â
âThen after the party and everyoneâs goneââ her eyes drop to his chest, a bit of sheepishness overcoming her. ââwhen itâs just you and meâŚ.â Solana pushes past her shyness at even thinking of it, sharing in a quiet voice, âthen Iâll do the thing.â
Roman looks skeptical, clearly not following, âthe thing?â
Solana swallows. She hates how uncomfortable and embarrassed she feels about discussing this. âYou knowâŚ.theâŚ..thing you want me to do where IâŚ..sit.âÂ
And itâs that elaboration that brings a smug smile on his handsome face. âYou finally gonna sit on my face, baby?â
Solanaâs cheeks are flamed and reddened. âNot so loud.â She looks around, as if someone could be eavesdropping on quite literally the most sexual thing sheâll have ever done. âButâŚ..yâyes.â She lifts a finger, reminding him of the stipulation. âBut, only if you can bâbehave.âÂ
Roman smirks, dropping his gaze to her chest that looks amazing in her little dress. âFor you, I can be very good.â She smiles up at him, âbut something before could also be a nice incentive.â
Solana slaps Roman on the chest and tugs herself away, hopping off the counter as he squeezes her ass. âRo, I have to finish cooking, and Melina should be here any minute.â
He scowls, eyes briefly falling to her ass as she moves back over to the stove. âWho is that again?â
âOne of my friends from treatment,â she answers over a sigh, grabbing the almost emptied bottle of Adobo. âI told you that this morning.âÂ
âYeah, while you were getting dressed. I wasnât paying attention to anything except them titties.â
She turns to him, cheeks red, and not from her makeup. âRoman, you canâtâŚnevermind....can you do me a favor?â
âCan we cancel the party?â She gives him a look, forcing him to resign. âFine. What do you need?â
She motions to the aluminum trays of food lined up all on the kitchen island. A small part of him feels bad for not helping her cook. Heâs far from the best, not even remotely close to her in terms of talent, but Solana woke up at the ass crack of dawn this morning to finish cooking. Because she started yesterday evening, and itâs only occurring to him now that he hasnât done a ton to help her.
She asked the security around them to set up the backyard, chairs and tables and shit. Now that he thinks about it, she hasnât asked him for much, really.Â
Sighing and realizing his role, or lack thereof, in this thing brings on small amount of guilt.
Roman moves behind her, speaking before she can scold him yet again for trying to distract her. âIâm sorry.â He feels the way she relaxes in his embrace, sees how she angles her head to look at him with all the confusion. âI know this isâŚimportant to you, and I donât mean to be difficult.â
Because it is, and because he doesnât. Heâs immensely proud of her, of how well sheâs adjusted to being back home full time after being gone for so long. The least he can do is try to be a bit more supportive, even if just the thought of this damn party and being forced to interact with people makes him physically ill.Â
âYou? Difficult? Never.â He rolls his eyes at her sarcastic tone as she turns her body inward to his. âItâs okay. I know youâre not veryâŚ..social, but itâs just one party. And when everyoneâs goneâŚ.itâs just you and me.â
Roman loves the sound of that. His dick stiffening at just the thought of her climbing on top and sitting on his faâ
âBut until then, party first.â She bursts his bubbles, separating and motioning to the trays. âNow, food, please.â
Roman rolls his eyes but follows suit, reaching for the first set of food that smells delicious and has him tempted to just eat before everyone else arrives. Heâs near the back door when she calls behind him.Â
âMuchas gracias, papi.â
Itâs by the grace of God that he doesnât drop the tray onto the floor. Truly. Because while Roman is far from fluent in Spanish, heâs picked up a few things. Learned some more since being married to Solana.Â
He knows muchas gracias is âthank you very muchâ.
And he knows that papiâŚ..is âdaddyâ.
Solana just called him daddy.Â
Fuck.
A quick glance back in her direction reveals a small, coy smile. Intentional. She knows exactly what she just did.
He has to take a minute to compose himself.
This woman will easily be the end of him.Â
âAinât nobody sleeping tonight,â he says it loud enough so she can hear, the last thing filling his ears is her soft laughter.Â
ââââ
âMrs. Reigns.â
Solana has just finished pouring the pasta into the aluminum pan when she hears her name called by one of the security guards. Turning around, a huge smile falls onto her face as the guard steps aside.
âMelina!â
Solanaâs smile is stapled as she carefully places the sizzling pot into the sink and runs a bit of water to prevent staining before shutting it off and heading in Melinaâs direction.
A hug is initiated and a lack of tensing is prevalent in both women. The two of them just enjoying the embrace. Solana is the first to pull back, sharing, âIâm so happy you could make it.â
Itâs been two weeks since theyâve last seen each other in person, since they completed residential treatment, but theyâve texted consistently since them. A couple FaceTime calls as well. With Cam and Mickie, too.Â
âThanks for inviting me.â Melinaâs smile isnât as big, but itâs just as genuine. Thatâs just Melina. She looks around the house, eyes widening a bit. âYour house is beautiful.â
Solana starts to correct her. Starts to point out that it was Romanâs first. She just happened to move in when they got married, but she stops herself, because thatâs not the truth. This is her home. Hers and Romanâs. Itâs just as much hers now as it is his. So, she settles on a much better response, âthank you.â She motions to the kitchen. âYou still willing to help me cook?â
Another thing they bonded over includes cooking. Something Melina loves just as much as Solana.Â
Melina smirks. âOf course.â She digs into her purse, pulling out the brand new bottle of Adobo seasoning. âEven brought an extra one, just in case.â
Solana gives a big sigh of relief. âIâm running low, too.â She was almost tempted to ask Roman to make a grocery run for her in the event the little she has left wasnât enough to season the remaining food. âNow, I made most of the main dishes last night. Itâs just some appetizers and desserts.â
âYou want me to do the conchas and sopaipillas?â
âIf you donât mind?â It would help Solana out a ton. Especially since theyâre the favorites of her husband and his ravenous cousins.Â
Melina shakes her head. âOf course not, just show me the apron.âÂ
ââââ
Mickie and Cam show up shortly after, but as both are not cooks and donât hesitate to express as such, theyâre relegated to finishing up some of the little things that need to be done in the backyard.
The Wise Man arrives as well, him and Roman disappearing in his office to discuss some work matters. At least, that would be Solanaâs guess for their departure.
A little while later, the doorbell rings and Solana rushes over, excited that the bulk of the guests are preparing to arrive.Â
Roman happens to meet her at the same time sheâs near the front door, only for her to pause when she overhears a voice.
Jeyâs voice.
â.....and when we get up in this house, yaâll better act right. Donât break nothing. Donât burn nothing. And that goes for each other, too. Yaâll know how your uncle Roman is. He not gonâ hesitate to put us all out, and Iâm not trying to have that happen, cause ya mama is refusing to fix dinner tonight, so we gonâ need to eaâJosiah! Did you just flip off your brother?â
âHeâs being a dick!â
âAye, donât be using that kind of language. Iâm not gon keep telling you that!â A pause. âJournee! What happened to the bow in your hair?â
âI donât want a stinkin' bow!â
âLil girl, Iâm tired of you leaving the house looking homeless. Got people thinking Iâm neglecting you and shit!â
âIf weâre not supposed to say bad words, how come you can say bad words?â
Solana grabs Romanâs hand and pulls him so they can take a step back. âAreâare those his kids?â
âMore like demons, but yes.â Solana gives him that disapproving look. âHey, you wanted to invite them. I tried to tell you.â
Solana shakes her head. âTheyâreâtheyâre probably just having a bad day.â
âEvery day is a bad day for them then.âÂ
Solana slaps him on the arm and clears her throat. She takes one last look at Roman whoâs giving her that âI tried to warn youâ look, which she discards to open the beautifully designed front door, a big smile on her face when she locks gazed with a grinning Jey.
âWhatâs up, Soso!â Before Solana can even process whatâs happening, Jey is in front of her, hugging her, picking her up.Â
Sheâs almost moved on an emotional level at how this doesnât trigger her, doesnât cause her to tense up. Just feels like a warm embrace from a good friend.Â
From family.
Jey sets her down on the ground and compliments, âyou look good, girl!â She smiles, biting down on her bottom lip. Compliments are still a bit of a struggle for her. Especially ones not from her husband. âWe missed you.â
âI missed you, too.â Because she did. She missed them all. Solana sets her focus on the set of children, of various ages and sexes. Two girls and two boys who all look like their father in various ways, sans their complexions, which are a few shades deeper. âYou must beââ
âBoobies!â Solanaâs jaw drops at the exclamation of the boy whoâs the tallest and probably oldest. His eyes are as wide, dazed, and mesmerized as he points to her chest. âTheyâre so big. Are they real?â
âJosiah Fatu!â
He ignores Jeyâs harsh use of what Solana would guess is his name. âCan I feel themâŚ.â Solana goes to straighten up as the little boy starts to reach for her chest.Â
Roman is quick to yank Solana so her back is against his front, his arm wrapped protectively around her as she uses her own forearm to cover the cleavage showing with her dress. âYou better get your son before I kill his ass, Jey!â
âIâm so sorry, Soso.â Jey apologizes and turns his attention to Josiah. âBoy, have you lost your damn mind?â
Josiah scowls. âYouâre the one who said Aunt Solana has nice tits!â
âI was talking to your uncle Jeremiah, not you!â Jey clears his throat, nervous eyes briefly darting to Roman who Solana absolutely makes sure to hold onto. She can feel his anger growing by the second. âUhh, let meâlet me talk to him for a minute.â Jey then directs the kids, âyaâll go on in the house, and remember what I said!â
Not even seconds later, the remaining three children dart into the home, Solana yelping and pressing herself into Roman to avoid being run into.
âDonât be running in my damn house!â Roman calls after them, looking down at Solana as Jey drags Josiah away from the door and to the side. âYou see what Iâm saying now?â
Solana opens her mouth and then closes it, finally settling on, âtheyâre just excited anââ
Sheâs cut short by the sound of glass shattering. Her mouth shuts again as Roman closes his eyes. âRo, just breatheââ
âWhat the hell did yaâll just break?â Roman yells out, and she moves her hands soothingly up and down his chest. âExcited, my ass, Solana. Iâm telling you. Iâm going to kill one of these kids before the day is over.â
âRoman, you are not going to kill one of the kids,â Solana assures, bringing her hands to his face, forcing his gaze back on her. âItâsâitâs going to be fine. Remember, Iââ
The sound of loud laughter and the quick patter of feet, both human and not human, redirect the couples attention as Dulce comes running up to her parents, seeking asylum from the little girls hot on her trail. Quickly, Solana leans down to pick up Dulce who instantly starts whining.Â
âYaâll leave the damn dog alone,â Roman warns, Solana using her elbow to lightly bump him for his tone.Â
âSheâs just a puppy, so she gets scared a lot. Thatâthatâs all.â Solana explains in a kind voice, recognizing they probably just want to pet her. âMaybe ifââÂ
Sheâs silenced by two of the kids rushing past her and Roman, prompting him to remind them yet again, âI said stop running in my goddamn house!â Roman takes a step back from his wife, shaking his head. Fuck this. âSolana, I canât do thââ
âWhassup, my dawgs!â
âSami?â Roman is visibly confused and now even more annoyed at the presence of a genial looking Sami in their doorway âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI told Jimmy to invite him,â Solana explains, walking over while still holding Dulce who immediately stops whimpering when she sees Sami. âHi, Sami. Thanks for coming!â
âYeah, of course. I would never deny the Tribal Chiefâs wife anything.â He says with a nervous thumbs up to Roman who still looks murderous. Sami nervously clears his throat, leaning down to look at Dulce. âAnd who is this?â
âThis is Dulce,â Solana introduces and offers. âWould you like to hold her?â
âOf course!â Sami is careful with how he takes the puppy, who Solana notices immediately starts wagging her little tail. âWell, arenât you just the cutest little thing? Well, yes you are.â
âSoso!â Solana looks past Sami to see Naomi and Jimmy, the latter of which bumps his wife out of the way to rush towards her for a hug. Similar to Jey, he picks her up and lightly spins her. âYou finally out of lockdown!â
âJimmy!â
Naomi looks horrified, shoving her husband before pulling Solana in for a hug. Roman just looks pissed. Meanwhile, Jimmy shrugs, sniffing the air. He claps his hands and rubs them together, âman, that food sure does smell good. Iâm about to go fix my plate beforeââ
âNo,â Solana interrupts, clarifying. âKids eat first.â
âKids?â Jimmy scowls as Sami walks in the house to the back, most likely to head out in the backyard, having handed Dulce to Roman. âMan, Jeyâs bad ass kids can wait.â
âSolo is bringing his sons too.â
âHe what?â Roman and Jimmy are synched, Solana and Naomi sharing an amused smile. Roman cuts in, asking, âSolana, youâve never even met his kids.â
âIâve never met his wife either, but I invited her too.â Solana explains, ready to try to help her husband understand it felt rude to her to invite Solo who, despite rockiness at some points, she has appreciated over the past months serving as her protector when Roman canât, but not his family.
âAhhh! Solana!â Biancaâs excited voice sounds, drawing the group's attention to not only her but Jade and their respective partners, Montez and Trick. Solana accepts the hugs and compliments from both ladies.
Montez lowers his sunglasses taking in the mansion, red solo cup in the other hand. âDamn. This how the Tribal Chief living? This shit nice as hell.â
âGated and everything,â Trick chimes. Both men straighten up and clear their throats at Romanâs irritated, piercing gaze. Trick coughing up a quiet, âsir.â
Roman says nothing, the men following Jade and Bianca as Naomi directs them to the backyard.Â
âOh my gosh!â Melinaâs shocked voice sounds as she comes from the kitchen, pointing with a horrified expression. âWhat the hell is wrong with these children?â
At that, Roman demands Jimmy. âGet them.â
Jimmy shakes his head, running over, disappearing from the line of vision. âHey! Yaâll stop trying to kill the Wise Man!â Jimmyâs shout can be heard even if he canât be seen. âTake that tie from around his neck rightâare you recording? Girl, put that damn phone down right now!â
Melina walks over, clearly disturbed, Solana offering both herâand Romanâapologetic smiles.
âI hope they have some weed at this party. I havenât gotten high in over 12 hours.â
âMother, you will not get high at this party, do you understand me?â
âYou know that old hag doesnât listen.â
âSuck my dick, Escobar!â
âAbuelita, please!â
The remaining three adults, as well as Dulce, redirect their attention to the next set of arrivals. Bayley and her mother Juanita who are accompanied by a man Solana would guess is Bayleyâs father as well as an older woman.
âSolana!â Bayley walks up to Solana, giving her a big, warm hug. One that Solana reciprocates with all the warmth in the world. âMelina?â
âBayley?â
Confused, watching Bayley move to hug Melina, Solana asks, âyou guys know each other?â
Bayley is the one to answer with a soft smile. âSheâs been with my cousin Santos for years.â Bayley takes Melinaâs hand in hers. âPractically family.â
Wow. Thatâs a connection Solana most definitely didnât see coming.
Bayley's dad clears his throat, addressing Roman, âThank you, sir, for allowing us in your beautiful home.â
âI didnââ
âYou must be Bayleyâs dad?â Solana cuts off her husband, already knowing heâs about to say something rude. Or worse. She offers her hand. âIâm Solana.â
The older man shifts his focus, accepting the handshake, offering his name as his eyes settle into something almost soft.
And sad.
Juanita steals a hug from Solana, holding onto her a bit as she asks her husband. âBernardo, who does she look like? I know youâll know!â
He smiles, but thereâs nothing happy about it. âAlma.â Now Solana is the one frowning. âShe looks like Alma.â
Instantly, Solana can feel Juanitaâs energy shift, matching that of her husbands.
âWho the hell is that?â Romanâs annoyed voice cuts in as he switches Dulce from one arm to the other.Â
Bernardo gives a solemn nod, explaining, âMy late brotherâs daughter. SheâŚ..passed away many years ago.â
Oh.
âSo, youâre saying my wife looks like a dead woman?â
âRoman!â Solana harshly whispers, though sheâs also a bit unsure how to respond to that. âUmmââ
âGot any weed around here?â The older woman who Juanita shares the same eyes and lips with asks in a rough voice, adding on, âthough the food smells pretty good too.â
âMother, please.â Juanita shakes her head, apologizing. âIâm so sorry we had to bring her. Sheâd been staying at this nice nursing home we found for her, but she got kicked outâŚ.again.â
âThis is the fourth damn one in six months,â Bernardo mutters.Â
âDidnât even hit that bitch that hard,â Abuelita defends when her gaze suddenly falls to Roman. âOh.â She walks over to him, her hand on his bicep, Solana seeing the instant look of disapproval and disgust that appears on his handsome face. âNow, you are a man, arenât you?â Switching her attention to Solana, she so casually asks, âitâs big, isnât it? Heavy too. I can tell by the way he stands.â
âAbuelita!â Bayleyâs face is reddening by the second as she carefully grabs her grandma by the arm. âIâm just gonna take her out back.â She sends Roman an apologetic look and ushers Abuelita away as the older woman asks something about cocaine. Bernardo and Juanita follow suit with Melina excusing herself to check on Conchas.
Left alone with just her husband, Solana relieves him of Dulce, her sweet little baby nestling her head against Solanaâs chest.Â
âRoman, please, you said youâd behave.â
âWell, that was before I found out you invited half the damn city,â is his counter as he asks, âSolana, just how many people did you invite?â
âEnough,â is her vague answer. She sighs at his unchanging expression of wanting to know. âOkay, I didnât tell you how many because I knew youâd be annoyed.âÂ
âIâm notââ
âAnd I made sure that Jimmy and Jey vetted everyone, so there wouldnât be any safety concerns,â she offers, hoping that it ebbs away some of his frustration.
Roman has a lot of questions, but the most important one is the one he asks next. âDo they all knowââ
âNo,â she answers in a quiet voice. âOutside of like the obvious, they all just think itâs a get-together.â
Roman nods. That chips away some of his irritation. Solanaâs mental health is not the business of all these damn people.Â
âGood.â Is all he says, reaching for Dulce. âItâs best she stay in our room. Away fromââ
âHey, Uce!â Jey suddenly sounds, standing by the still open front door. âYou got a ladder or something? Journee ass on the damn roof!â
ââââ
All things considered, itâs a fun time. Solana enjoys serving people and is granted a major confidence boost from all of the compliments she receives over her cooking. It truly warms her heart, almost as much as the seamless meeting and introduction of Bayley and Naomi to the rest of her new friend group: Cam, Mickie, and Melina.
The ladies all seem to get along well, so much so that the conversation and idea regarding a girls trip to Mexico isnât even something that Solana has to bring up. Some of the other ladies do it for her.
And itâs beyond exciting to her.Â
The whole party is an ordeal. Mostly fun with some hiccups. Roman having to eventually delegate all of JeyâsâŚâŚexcited kids to staying in the backyard where they can be monitored. Itâs an interesting juxtaposition. Jeyâs kids with Soloâs children who are almost scarily obedient. Yes sir and no sir. Staying seated, almost afraid to interact with anyone other than their parents. Soloâs wife, Madi, is also not as friendly as Solana was hoping for, mostly staying with her quiet children. Her nose is turned up almost the entire time too, her arm looped with her husbandâs.
Abuelita is placed in the house in the living room where sheâs left to watch The Price is Right reruns after being upset at the lack of available substances outside of alcohol.
âWhat the fuck kind of Mafia boss doesnât have any drugs in his house?â
Itâs an especially fun time with the music, a combination of Rap, R&B, with, of course, Spanish music. The last of those creating many fun memories of Solana, Bayley, Melina and even Juanita sharing some classic Spanish dances with the other attendees.
Though there does reach a point where Roman not so subtly pulls Solana away from dancing, whispering something in her ear thatâs far too NSFW with all the children present regarding her tempting him.
She stays by his side for a little bit after that, noticing how he really only interacts with herself, the twins, and the Wise Man.Â
Thatâs it.Â
Solana is starting to wonder if he really does hate people as much as he says he does.
A random little thing she does find kind ofâŚ..cute almost is the interaction between Nia and Bautista. ThereâŚ.there could be something there.
Itâs not nearly as hilarious though as the interaction between the twins, Montez, and Trick. Trick and Jey somehow creating a new combination of âYeetâ and âWhoop that Trick.â
Roman, as expected, is the only one not amused.
He actually looks like heâs in some form of physical pain.Â
The real challenge, however, is finding an activity thatâs both appropriate and enjoyable for adults and children, especially with such a mixed group of people. Naturally, Uno is the first thing brought up, but logistically, that doesnât work out for lack of enough cards for everyone. Itâs also something that, according to Naomi and Bayley, would end up in probable murder given the competitiveness of the men. Bloodline and not.
A couple of additional ideas are thrown out before the vast majority settles on a simple, easy game of red light, green light.
At leastâŚ.it was supposed to be easy.
âDamnit!â Bayley cusses as she and Jade are the next set of players to fail to make it to the next round. Jade rolls her eyes and mumbles something incoherent as she flips off Trick who makes a smart comment as she moves back by his side, taking her wine cooler from him.
Bayley comes near Solana who sits on Romanâs lap after having been eliminated in the last round. Of course, Roman opted to not participate, much rather keeping his eyes and focus on Jeyâs kids who were also eliminated earlier on.
Especially a smiling Jayla as she sits there counting a surprising amount of money for a young child.
Huh.Â
Solana wonders where she got it from.
Bayley shakes her head, downing some more of her coca cola. Like Solana, sheâs remained sober thus far. âShit is hard.â
âNot really,â Roman comments without much consideration as he takes a sip of his beer. Solana doesnât know what to make of the fact that the stressors of the party thus far have driven her husband to drink. Her husband who rarely ever drinks.
Sheâs most definitely going to have to make this up to him, though she has a good mind that heâs well ahead of her with that.
Bayley scoffs. âWhatever, Reigns.â
Solana subtly moves her hand on top of Romanâs free hand thatâs placed on her stomach, his arm wrapped almost protectively around her.
She starts to lean into his strong chest but ultimately decides against it, mindful of the image. Cognizant of the fact that their current position simply looks like the possessive Tribal Chief making known what belongs to him. A necessity given not everyone present is privy to the fact the marriage between the two of them is so much more than a business transaction, an arrangement common to their world.
Itâs real.
As real as their feelings and love for each other.Â
âRed light!â Sami calls out. As a self proclaimed âmaster strategist,â he was easily voted as the one to judge who does and does not make it to the next round. He starts listing off the names of people who moved afterwards. Two of Soloâs sons, Cam, Montez, Carmelo, and Jey.
The almost drunk latter of which is not pleased by.Â
At all.
Jey sucks his teeth. âWhatchuâ mean Iâm out?â Deep scowl on his face, he argues. âI didnât even move.â
A group of disagreement sounds, including Roman who says so matter-of-factly, âyou moved, Jey.â
âUce, listen, itâs all good. Maybe in the next gameââ
âI said I didnât move!â Jey snaps, cutting off Samiâs attempt at normalizing his elimination. âNow, letâs keep going.â
Sami walks over and almost nervously runs his hand through his unruly hair. âJey, man, youâyou got eliminatedââ
âImma eliminate your ass if you donât get the fuck away from me!â Jeyâs growing aggressiveness seems to capture the focus of the attendees, current and former players alike. âI donât know why youâre even here!â
Samiâs eyes go wide as he gestures to himself. âMe? Iââ He points toward Solana who has a small frown on her face, seeing where this is headed. âSosoââ
Thatâs clearly the wrong thing to say, a visibly inebriated Jey snapping yet again, âaye, you donât call her that! She not your family, motherfucker!.â
Jimmy rolls his eyes, calling out as he prepares yet another plate of food. âFool, would you calm your ass down.â
âNaw, cause Iâm sick of this shit. Sick of him acting like he one of us!â
âHey, Iâm just as much Bloodline as you, Uce!â
Jey shoves Sami, forcing the other man to the ground. âCall me that one more time, and Imma lay your homeless looking ass out!â
Romanâs heavy sigh comes from underneath Solana as he lightly taps her stomach, prompting her to get up so he can stand. She does so, watching him roll his big shoulders and walk over to the now arguing men, deep voice declaring, âenough!â
At that, not a single watchful eye isnât on Roman. The Tribal Chief. âIâm sick of this shit with the both of yaâll. You want to act like kids? Then Iâm gonâ treat you like kids.â Solana swallows. Everything about her husband is so commanding and powerful. From the way he stands, to the way he speaks, even his presence. One knows who he is without even needing to really know who he is. âI donât believe in airing shit out in public. I believe in handling it like men or in the ring, but since you two canât seem to do that, I want you to lay it all out because I want this problem fixed. Right now.â Roman ends his speech with an almost growl, the Wise Man rushing over as Roman turns away, his back toward Jey and Sami, head down, hands clasped together.
Power.
A wide eyed Paul looks between the other men, âtheâthe Tribal Chief saidââ
âOf course,â Sami cuts him off, standing again and looking down a bit as he seems to struggle with how to start. âWell, uhh, okay, umm.â Solana briefly surveys the backyard. From the youngest to the oldest, all eyes are on the scene before her. âIâll be the first to admit, thereâs been a bit of a communication breakdown as of late, and itâs been pretty specifically with Jey, but I gotta be honest, I donât understand exactly whatâs going on here.â Solana neither. She just suddenly remembers it was Jey and Sami who got into it during WarGames all those months ago and still havenât seemed to hash it out. âIâI like you. Man, I like you. Iâve always liked you. But, it seems ever since I joined the Bloodline, I donât know what it is, but it seems you canât seem to stand me, and I donât understand it.â He motions to Jimmy whoâs eating. âJimmy seems fine.â He points out to each man that he begins to list. âSolo seems fine. The Tribal Chief seems fine. The Wise Man seemsâŚ.not fine, but thatâs okay. Everyone, for the most part, seems fine except you, and I donât know what I did to offend you. I really donât. But, whatever I did to offend you, but whatever it is, Iâm sorry, okay? Iâm sorry.â He shakes his head. âI just donât want this to keep going on like this anymore.â He steps closer to Jey. âSeriously, Iâm sorry. Whatever I did. Iâm sorry. So, can we just be cool? Can we bury the hatchet once and for all?â Sami now has his hand extended to Jey. A peace offering, of sorts.
Solana finds herself waiting with a withheld breath, Bayley beside her, watching just as keenly as she is.Â
Itâs a good minute before Jey speaks. âSami, you got about two seconds to get that out my face.â Thereâs a chorus of hushed reactions around the yard, Solana sighing heavily. So much for peace. âI donât like you.â That much, to anyone with good eyes, is painfully obvious. âI donât like your hair. I donât like your face. I donât like that shirt you wearing.â Solana can admit she found the black shirt with âthe honorary uceâ written in red letters a bitâŚ.much. âHey, hey! I donât like you being around my family every single week. My dawg this, My dawg that.â Jey mocks, anger rising in his tone and body language. âHow you think you part of the Bloodline, and you ainât blood!â Solana swallows, redirecting her attention to Roman who has his eyes closed. She can see it. His own wrath growing at his clear directions not being followed. This problem is far from moving in the direction of fixing. âNewsflash for you, Sami. You never will be, Uce. You donât belong here.â Solana looks back over at Sami, feeling bad for him. To be talked to like this in front of everyone has to be embarrassing. It also makes her feel personally responsible, to some extent.
She maybe shouldnât have invited him. Especially if she knew how tense things were between him and Jey.
âDonât nobody in this group like you. Iâm just the realest one to say it out loud. Youâs a fake ass, Uce.â Damn. âYou know what the difference between you and me is? I shed blood for every single one of my family members here, because itâs my family! Not yours!â Silence. âWould you do it? Huh? Would you? Iâm asking you a question! Would youââ
âWhy are you yelling at me, huh?â Sami finally cuts in, raising his voice a little as well. âWhy are you yelling at me? Iâm trying to make peace!â Heâs outright shouting at this point, face turning red from his own escalating anger. He then points to Roman. âThe Tribal Chief said he wants peace!â
âMan, I donât give a damn what the Tribal Chief say!â
Solana canât look at Roman fast enough. Her eyes widening in alarm as his head shoots up, his expression something both shocked and cold. Solana doesnât rip her gaze from him, seeing how he slowly turns his head and then his body in the direction of Jey, who doesnât look nearly as terrified as everyone else seems right now.
Sheâs almost certain she hears Montez mumble something about, âoh, that nigga dead now for sure.â Trick murmuring back, "rip to the homie. yeet for life."
Romanâs fury is palpable, felt and stretched across the spacious backyard. Heâ livid. Naturally, she moves to go by him, to try to calm him down. Irritation is one thing, like his annoyance with the party. But, this is something different. Deeper. Heavier.
She doesnât like seeing him this upset. It worries her for his blood pressure.
However, Bayley suddenly reaches for her, stopping her, subtly shaking her head. Solana starts to pull away when it hits her.
She canât interfere.Â
Because if Roman were to back or even calm down because of her, it would reveal the influence she has on him. It would expose some depth of his feelings for her, and that canât happen. For a variety of reasons. So, she remains where she is, despite the coiling in her stomach.
She lets the Tribal Chief do what needs to be done.
Sami, surprisingly, is the one to try to interfere as Roman steps closer and closer to Jey, big shoulders squaring, fist forming at his side. âHey, uhh, My Tribal Chief, Jey didnâtâhe didnât mean that. He justââ Sami is silenced by Roman shoving him nearly across the damn yard, the man tumbling to his bottom looking even more flustered.
But, the focus isnât on him for long, because before Solana can even process whatâs happening, Roman is on Jey. Tackled to the ground, Jey is suddenly under the onslaught of Romanâs heavy fist raining blow on top of blow onto him.Â
Solana is momentarily taken off guard, briefly in a state of shock, both at whatâs unfolding before her but also the lack of anyone trying to intervene. Even Jimmy. Even Jeyâs kids who Naomi tries to herd and steer from seeing their father being so brutally beaten.
She doesnât know how to feel, what to think, or how to respond. A part of her wants to call out for her husband, try to pull him from his fit of rage, but itâs when she thinks about it, really thinks about, she knows she canât.Â
She could, but it would only make things worse.
Solana hates this for Jey, hates this for her husband, hates this for both of them.
ButâŚâŚshe also knows that Jey messed up. Really messed up. To say something so disrespectful is one thing, but to say it so loudly and boldly in front of a group of people is an entirely different ballpark.
Jey publicly disrespected Roman. Disrespected his Tribal Chief in front of people, thus Roman has to address it properly.
And violently.
Jeyâs coughing up blood as Roman stomps on his ribs. She has to turn her head, to look away. This is the side of Roman she knows exists but would rather never see. The same way she knows he would prefer she never see either.
âAcknowledge me!â His furious voice travels through the yard and penetrates everyoneâs five senses. It also makes Solana realize heâs been saying as such for the past few minutes. Demanding it. âNow!â
Jey is beaten pretty badly, blood spilling from his nose and seeped in between his teeth as he opens his mouth. Itâs an ugly thing. All of it. And Solana notices the slight snarl of his lip before he forces out, âIâI acknowledge youââ he coughs up a mixture of phlegm and blood. âMy Tribal Chief.â
Romanâs heaving, hulking figure straightens, his hair now down, having come out of his bun. The next thing to come out of his mouth sending chills down her spine. âIf you ever disrespect me like that again, Iâll kill you.â
Solana doesnât want to believe heâs being honest. That heâs telling the truth. Sheâd prefer to believe that heâs putting on a show of sorts, because he has to. Because he has to show his dominance. But, thereâs a part of her that knows heâs not lying.
He means that.
Roman doesnât look her way as he announces to the crowd, âpartyâs over!â She wants to be surprised at that, but sheâs not. Maybe a bit disappointed. But, not surprised. âEveryone get the hell out of my house!â
He keeps his focus on the house and motions for the Wise Man to follow him as he stomps out, again without sparing her a single look.
Roman only needs to speak once, Solana seeing the people starting to throw their trash away as they clearly prepare to depart.
âThis is my fault,â Solana finally speaks, turning to Bayley. Shaking her head, eyes watering, she shares, âI should have neverââ
âSolana, it wasnât your fault.â Bayley places her hands on Solanaâs shoulders, explaining. âJeyâŚ.Jey should have known better than to say some dumb shit like that. I thought they were past all that.â
At that, Solana frowns, catching out the corner of her eye as Naomi and Jimmy tend to Jey. âWhat do you mean?â
âYears ago, like when they were in their twenties, Jey and Roman hit some sort of rough patch. I donât know all the details, just what Naomi told me. But, I guess Jey was being difficult and almost testing Roman, in private and in front of other Bloodline members. It got to the point where Jey even challenged Roman for the title as Tribal Chief.â
Solana gasps. Thatâs the last thing she expected to hear. Even more surprising than the brutal beatdown she just witnessed. âWhat?â
Bayley nodded. âIt was an in-ring fight, something to do with their Samoan traditions. Obviously, Roman won, and Jey officially acknowledged him. Theyâve been fine since then, so I donât know where that came from or what inspired it, probably the alcohol, butâŚ.just know it wasnât your fault, and Iâm sure Roman hated he had to do that in front of you, but he couldnât just let Jey disrespect him like that.â And then, clearly wanting Solana to understand that Jey actually got off easy, she adds, âif he wasnât family, Roman would have killed him. He wouldnât have had a choice.â
And if that was the alternative, Solana is filled with an overwhelming amount of appreciation for what just transpired.
The lesser of two evils.Â
âThis was exciting!â Abuelitaâs enthusiastic tone sounds from beside them, Solana seeing her accompanied by Juanita and Bernardo. âThat husband of yours is a beast.â Itâs said in an almost complimentary tone.
Bayley rolls her eyes. âAbuelita, please.â She shakes her head, asking Solana, âdo you want me to stay behind and help you clean up?â
She thinks about it for a moment, remembering that Roman already arranged to have a cleaning crew handle outside. Inside is relatively easy to tackle. Definitely something she can handle on her own. âNo. Thatâs okayâŚ..Iâve got it.â
Bayley nods and reminds Solana to call her if she needs anything, the Tribal Chief's wife bidding farewell to some of the other attendees before briefly bringing her attention back to Jey.Â
Solana happens to catch Solo saying something to Jey, prompting the latter to shove his little brother. Jimmy jumps in, ushering Jey away while Solo smirks.Â
Sheâs curious about whatever it is that Solo said, but sheâs mostly focused on Jey. For someone who was objectively in the wrong, he doesnât look remorseful or contrite.
He looks angry.
ââââ
Itâs after everyone has left that Solana seeks out her husband. An intentional thing because she also wants to grant him some space to calm himself down.Â
Heâs in the bathroom, in the shower, based upon the sound of the running water.Â
A glance at Dulce whoâs sleeping peacefully in her bed, Solana hasnât the slightest clue what drives her to go for the hem of her dress as she pulls it up and over her head. It falls to the floor as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, also allowing it to fall to the floor. And finally, with a deep breath, she slides her underwear down her legs, letting them join the rest of her clothes.
Stepping out of her shoes, she moves in the direction of the bathroom door, completely ignoring all sudden insecurity regarding her nakedness. Solana closes her eyes and swallows as she carefully opens the door, walking in, eyes shifting to the shower.
As expected, heâs standing there under the running water, back toward her, hands braced against the wall, head dropped.
Solana frowns. She can practically feel his distress.
Closing the door behind her, Solana is intentional about her footsteps, doing her best not to catch his attention. Something thatâs highly unlikely but exactly what happens. Even as she steps into the spacious shower, water instantly drenching her just as much as it soaks him due to the several showerheads.
Sheâs nearly inches away when he turns around, harsh expression instantly melting into something of shock and confusion. Her lips go dry as his gaze briefly drops to her naked body, water droplets rolling off her heavy breast and down the slope of her pudgy belly.
âSolanaâŚ.â His eyes shut as she moves toward him. Her hands rest on his chest, as she chews on her bottom lip. âIâmâIâm sorry.â
âDonât,â she cuts him off, shaking her head as the water continues to soak her hair, weighing it down just as much as his. âYou donâtâitâs okay.â
Eyes opening, his expression is as pained as his voice. âI donât like you seeing that side of meâŚ.âÂ
She knows. Knows that heâs always tried to be mindful of his temper around her, tried to always and only show her the caring side reserved just for her. But, thatâs just it. âThereâs no side of you that I donât love, Roman.â
Because itâs the truth.Â
Because if thereâs one thing that Solana has learned, especially after meeting and speaking with Fetu, itâs that Roman never stood a chance. From a young child, he was groomed and tailored into the killer he is now. He wasnât given the space and freedom to ever be anything but the best and to be unfeeling. Sheâs happy that with her, he has some escape, but she also knows that majority of the time, he canât be that.
He has to be the Head of the Table.
And thatâs exactly who he was in this situation.
Who he had to be.
The Tribal Chief.
âIâm not scared of you, RomanâŚâ She murmurs, wondering if thatâs part of the concern. She moves her hands to his cheek, stressing, âI could never be scared of you.âÂ
He seems relieved by that. But, still torn. Solanaâs stomach coils a bit as he moves his hands to her waist and pulls her against him. Her eyes shut feeling his impressive length, even in a flaccid state, against her stomach.Â
It gives her an idea.
Dropping one hand and venturing it down his chiseled, wet body, Solana shoves away her nerves as she touches him, wraps her fingers around him as best she can given his girth.
Roman hisses, eyes closing again. âSolanaâŚ.â
Heâs so good to her, always so good to her. She just wants to return the favor. Wants to take away some of his burdens the same way he never hesitates to take away hers.
Gradually sliding her hand down his dick, feeling his grip on her hips tighteningâas well as the hardening in her handâshe licks her lips and murmurs a simple request.Â
âShow me how to please youâŚâŚâ
ââââ
After their lovemaking in the shower, Solana manages to encourage Roman to take a nap, recognizing his exhaustion from the dayâs events. Something he only agrees to because she agrees to nap with him. Not that much of a sacrifice considering sheâs probably just as exhausted as him.
And itâs clearly much needed sleep for her husband who doesnât even stir when she moves to take Dulce outside to pee.
It just so happens that Solana is about to ascend the staircase, Dulce ahead of her and already heading back to the room courtesy of Jimmy teaching her how to go up and down the steps, that she hears the doorbell. She pauses on the first step, quickly and mentally going over who could be ringing their doorbell at almost 10pm at night.
She starts to ignore it, not sure if itâs a good idea to open it, but Solana also remembers the gate. The secured gate as well as security that constantly patrols the premises. No one who Roman wouldnât want getting past, for safety reasons, would be ringing their doorbell.Â
Especially this late.
Itâs why she eventually settles on closing her up the front of her robe and walking over to the door, opening it. And when she does, sheâs instantly wondering if it was a good idea. Two men. Both tall. Very tall. Built. One moderately more built than the other. Both their complexions are tanned, but the man with the bald head wearing expensive looking glasses and half a sleeve that peeks through his short sleeve polo is a brick.Â
Solana has always thought Roman to be muscular, but this man could give her husband a run for his money.
Itâs the other man though, long hair pulled back in a slightly messy bun. Similar to how Roman keeps his hair. Itâs as he lifts his sunglasses from off his face and sets it atop of his head that she sees something so familiar.Â
Eerily familiar.Â
âHi.â She finally finds her voice, clearing her throat as she asks, âcan I help you with something?â
âWeâre looking for Roman.â The familiar looking one speaks with a slightly thick accent as he asks with a small smirk. âIs he home?â
Solanaâs not sure where it comes from, but something almost protective fills her as her grip on the door tightens just a bit. âWhatâwhat do you want with my husband?â
The slightly taller one smiles âSolana.â He lazily rakes his eyes over her in a way thatâs not objectively problematic but makes her shift her weight from one leg to the other. âOf course.â Sheâs not sure how to feel about him knowing who she is, but itâs a short lived concern, because not even a full minute later, a welcome familiarity appears.
âSol.â Romanâs deep voice calls her attention, startling her. She turns around to see him only a few steps above the ground, shirtless, wearing only dark joggers. Slowly, he steps down to the floor and she naturally moves beside him. Solana holds onto his arm as he focuses his attention on the two men. His face shifts into something of surprise. âWhat the hell are you two doing here?â
The one who identified her by name chuckles. âGood to see you too, cousin.â
Solana frowns.Â
Cousin?
âSolana.â He looks down for a second, gesturing to the other two. âThese are myâŚ.my cousins. Dwayne and Matteo.â
Thereâs a brief look of something in Matteoâs face, something thatâs pushed away as he offers an almost charismatic smile. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Solana.â His eyes twinkle almost as he asks. âSolanaâŚ.thatâs Spanish, right? Sunshine?â
Her smile is a bit less reluctant to appear. He seems soâŚ..pleasant. âIt is. Do you speak it?â
âI do. One of the languages I picked up in my younger years. A beautiful language.â
Sheâs taken back by him speaking to her in Spanish but naturally, she responds in the same language. âYes, it is. You speak it well.â
âWell, thank you. I take it you are native?â
She nods. âMy mom was Mexican. She taught me.â
âWhat the fuck are you saying to her?â Roman cuts in, irritation present in his deep voice. âSpeak English.â She keeps herself from rolling her eyes. A playful thing in intention but something that could be perceived as disrespectful, sheâs certain. âAnswer my question. What are you doing here?â
Solana is also partially curious what could have apparent cousins at their front door at such an hour. Something tells her itâs nothing good.
âWe need to talk.â Dwayne answers, smile wiped from his face, tone solid and firm.
Solana looks up when she feels Roman tap her hip. Voice dipping a bit in volume, he instructs, âgo upstairs.â
Sheâs not sure why, but thereâs a level of anxiety that forms following his instruction. It makes sense. He clearly needs to talk business, and thatâs something she doesnât need to be present for. But, thereâs something about leaving him alone with these two random men that makes her feel scared.
Scared for him.
She doesnât want to leave him.
Roman must recognize this, thumb gently and subtly moving over her hip. âGo.â Itâs firmer this time around, but she hears it. Hears the unspoken please in it.
Nodding, she offers Dwayne and Matteo a small smile. âItâit was nice meeting you.â
âOh, Iâm sure it wonât be the last time,â Matteo answers, eyes briefly flicking to Roman. âWe are family, after all.â
Solana sees the slight snarl of Romanâs lip and almost palms his cheek, a comforting gesture when she remembers where they are and who theyâre in front of. Clearing her throat, she instead takes heed to his guidance, moving up the steps and into their bedroom where she closes the door.
Solana is barely out of the line of vision when Dwayne, who had his eyes glued on her retreating figure, the switch of her hips and sway of her ass the entire time, comments to Roman, âI see why you havenât come yet.â He smirks, heading in the direction of Romanâs office. âAt least not to Italy.â
Roman gives a chuckling Matteo a look that could kill, if possible, walking without another word to his office where Dwayne already sits, plopped on the sofa.
âWhat happened?â Is the first thing Roman asks after sitting down at his desk. Because Dwayne wouldnât have come all this damn way for something that could be covered in a phone or video call.
Matteo smirks. âMaybe he missed home.âÂ
Roman glares. Itâs bad enough he has to be around him at his official office but now the fucker is in his home too. Today has just been a complete shitshow. âAnd maybe I should put a fucking bullet in your head.â
Dwayne sighs. âBrothers.â But, before Roman can spear him through the nearest wall, Dwayne gets to business. âWe have a problem.â
âObviously,â Roman hisses. âWhat is the problem is is what I want to know.â
âWe had a shipment infiltrated. Stolen. 7 figures worth of arms. Eight men killed,â Matteo explains, cutting right to the chase as he sits in the chair opposite Romanâs desk. âIT found a phone on the scene. Russian.â
âThe Russians?â At that, Roman scowls. âThat doesnât even make any sense. Our alliance with them has been strong for almost twenty years. Why would Knyazev risk that?â
Anatoly Knyazev. Leader of the Russian mob, the same man Roman secured and formed an alliance with as one of his first accomplishments as Capo. The older man is smart, seasoned, and practical, for all things considered. He rules ruthlessly but wisely. For them to interfere in Cosa Nostra business makes no sense whatsoever.Â
âI agree,â Matteo voices. âBut, the administration isnât happy. The loss of product is one thing, but our menâs blood being spilled is another thing entirely.â
Roman curses quietly. Product can be replaced. Lives canât. And while Roman feels nothing of the sort, the Administration views any and all members of the Cosa Nostra as family. From the little man to their top assassins. Loss of life is something they donât stand for.
At all.
âThey want vengeance,â Dwayne supplies, clearly reading Romanâs mind.Â
âTheyâre not going to do shit,â Roman growls, slamming his fist on the table. âThe last thing we need is a war with our biggest ally.â
Especially with very little proof outside of a damn phone that very well could have been staged, which is exactly what Roman is betting on.Â
âI agree,â Dwayne sounds, âbut guess whoâs going around trying to instigate?âÂ
Roman doesnât even have to think. âLuca.â This fucker has always been annoying, even in the few interactions Roman had with him, but now heâs older and even more annoying. Starting shit that Roman is going to have to deal with, and if thereâs one thing Roman hates, itâs having to clean up other peopleâs messes.Â
Matteo nods, leaning forward in his chair. âI told you. He wants you out. Bad. Personally, I think he was behind it.â Romanâs intrigue must show, his desire to hear more, proven by his continued silence. The other man explains. âYou were right in that the business is the best itâs ever been under your command, but if he can change that, can make it seem like weâre starting to fall off the top of the food chain. Make it seem like you donât care about the Cosa Nostraââ
âHe can make a case to uproot me,â Roman finishes in a dark tone.Â
âOr worse,â Dwayne adds, shaking his head. âLook, Roman. Itâs obvious thereâs some shit going on that we havenât figured out, but until then, we have to be careful. Matteo and I are the only ones who seem to find the Russians deciding to start shit after years of partnership fishy. And to be honest, we need to keep it that way. Keep our speculation between us, because we donât know who we can trust. Especially with Lucaâs ass in the background scheming.â Dwayne leans back in his seat. âThe Administration wants a briefing though. Wants to know how we proceed. If we strike back. And theyâre not going to want to hear shit from the mixed breeds. At least not Matteo and I.â
Roman looks away, already knowing whatâs coming.
âYou need to go there. Make a statement. Not a phone call or video conference. In person. Make your orders clear. Reaffirm and remind them that youâre the Capo.â Matteo isnât saying anything Roman doesnât already know. Not that makes hearing it any better. âYou canât push this off anymore, Roman.â
âHeâs right,â Dwayne agrees. âThe longer you wait, the more it looks like your priorities are for the Bloodline only. That youâre only capable of running one, meaning itâs time for new leadership.â
His words drip with a truth that only has Romanâs anger rising. âUnfortunately, because itâs clear thereâs an uprising brewing, you coming now puts you at higher risk for an assassination attempt. Youâll have to travel covertly. Iâll take care of that. I just need you to get on the damn plane.â
None of that is surprising as Roman provides his timeline. âTwo weeks.â Both Matteo and Dwayne seemed far from pleased at this. Oh fucking well. âI have Bloodline business to handle next week. I can leave the week after.â
Itâs not a lie. Jeyâs little stunt will require a more public display of dominance, and what better way to remind everyone of who runs things than a public execution?
Itâs time to grant Drew MCIntyre that match heâs been so desperate to have. Roman having his Wise Man make the arrangements earlier following Jeyâs outburst. Â
âFine. Two weeks,â Matteo relents. As if he had a choice. âYouâll need to stick around at least a week. Or two. A day or two appearance will give off the indication youâre uninterested and being performative.â Again, not something Roman doesnât already know, but again again, thereâs an issue. A huge issue.
Solana.
Itâs only been two weeks since she completed treatment and returned home from the residential facility. But, in those two weeks sheâs expressed on several occasions the best thing about being back home is being with him.
With Roman.
And now he has to leave her. Has to handle business. Dangerous business. A situation that could very well end up in some type of attempt on his life.
That doesnât bother him. Romanâs been attacked and the subject of assassination attempts his whole damn life. Itâs almost boring to him at this point.
What does bother him, however, is Solana knowing about this. Knowing the real reason why he has to fly halfway across the world seemingly out of nowhere.Â
Which is why she canât know.
He canât and wonât put that on her. She already worries about him. If she knew the real reason for the trip, sheâd be terrified and beg him to not go. And not going simply isnât an option anymore. Heâs almost wishing he had just gone before.Â
It might have been a hell of a lot easier leaving her then compared to now when thereâs so much more at stake.
Fuck.
âThis conversation needs to remain between the three of us. No one else.â Matteoâs reminder irks Roman. Heâs not fucking stupid.
Dwayne senses Roman is about to say some out of pocket shit, cutting in, âMatteo. You said you may have some contacts to further investigate what really happened with the shipment, right? Reach out. See what you can find.â
Matteo nods, smirk on his handsome face. âAlready on it.âÂ
Dwayne mirrors his expression. âGood.â He then gestures to Roman. âLet me talk to this asshole alone, please.â
Matteo scoffs quietly, standing up and adjusting his collar. âMy pleasure.â He shoots his younger, half brother a wry grin. âYour wife is much better company than you.â
Roman shoots up from his desk, wanting to pitch something after Matteoâs laughing, retreating form.
âI like that guy,â Dwayne also laughs, lifting his hands in a surrender motion when Roman directs his murderous gaze to him. âStill a sensitive subject, I see.â
Roman plops back down in his chair, looking off as he asks his cousin, âyou trust him?â
Dwayneâs answer is almost an instantaneous thing. âWouldnât have sent him here or brought him to your house if I didnât.â Itâs similar to his response when Roman first inquired about Matteo being sent as the âspyâ for the Cosa Nostra. âWeâre gonna have to play this careful, Roman. I canât describe it yet, but I got a feeling some shit is about to go down.â
Roman doesn't say anything, but that doesnât mean heâs not listening. Not planning. Strategizing.Â
âSolanaâŚ.â The change in subject takes him a bit by surprise. âHow she doing?â
Discussing certain details regarding Solana and her mental health is something few are privy to. Roman can count on one, maybe two hands who knew Solana has been away receiving mental health treatment. To most, she was hurt and shot that night at the lounge and has been away recovering. Thatâs the story Roman wanted put out in an effort to protect her privacy.
But, Dwayne is one of those few who knows the truth about where sheâs been.
And why she was there.
âBetter.â A part of him wants to say much better, because she seems that way, but he also doesnât want to get too comfortable. To let his guard down. âShe said it helped a lot. Medication seems to be making a difference too.â
âGood. She seems sweet.â
âShe is.â The kindest person Roman has ever met. Much too kind for someone like him.
Dwayne sits back in his seat, wolfish grin on his face. âThatâs a fine woman you got there, brotha.â And just like that, Romanâs older cousin is teetering the thin line between life and death. âNot sure Iâd want to leave her either.â Brows furrowed, Dwayne asks, âwhatâs the Bloodline business?â
Roman quickly catches his cousin up on todayâs events. Jeyâs disrespect, mostly.Â
Dwayneâs response, however, is another thing Roman wasnât entirely expecting. âYou did what you had to do. Jey knows how this goes. He brought it on himself.â
Thereâs not a ton of disagreement there. Doesnât make him feel much better about it though.
âWell,â Dwayne releases a heavy sigh, standing up after slapping his thighs. âI better get out of here. That son of a bitch Austin owes me a beer.â
Roman chuckles. âJust one?â
Dwayneâs smile is as mischievous as whatever he has planned once walking out that door. âOr two.â
A smile breaks on Romanâs face as he stands up, sharing a brief hug with his cousin. He has a strong feeling the next time he sees him will be on Italian soil. âBe safe.â
âIâm not the one with a bounty over my head, brotha.â Itâs both comical and serious at the same time, in only the way Dwayne can achieve. âTell that fine ass wife of yours I said goodnight.â
At that, Roman cuts his eyes, shoving his chuckling cousin away. âShut the fuck up.â
Giving himself a few minutes to settle and push away any sign of stress or frustration, itâs not until about ten minutes later that he returns to the bedroom.
Roman is unsurprised to find Solana sitting on the middle of the bed, earbuds in, writing away in her journal. However, sheâs almost immediately aware of his presence, ripping out those same buds and shutting her notebook. Sheâs instantly climbing off the bed and walking over to him.
âAre you okay?â Her hands ghost over his arms, as if sheâs trying to feel for some sort of injury. âWhat was that about?â
He shrugs. âJust business stuff.â Not a lie. Just a very vague answer.
âThis late?â Truth be told, the work never stops in this life, but he knows thatâs not exactly what sheâs referring to. âItâsâitâs something bad, isnât it?â
âNo.â The answerâa lieâcomes out much easier and smoother than heâd like it to. âJust something that needs to be handled, and Iâll handle it.â
 âButââ
âHey.â He brings his hands to her waist, sneaking them past the open robe she wears, partially wanting to take it off her entirely. The two piece pajamas she has on deserve to be seen and not cloaked in any way. âEverythingâs okay. Alright?â
She still looks concerned, and he hates that. Hates all of this. The lying to her, especially. âYou wouldâŚ.you would tell me if it wasnâtâŚ.right?â
No.
Thatâs what he wants to say. The truth. Roman would and will absolutely keep anything and everything from her if it meant/means keeping her safe. Even if it makes her upset with him. Heâll deal with that.
Heâll take it any day, because her safety is the most important thing to him.Â
Mentally and physically.Â
âYes.â Even if it makes him have an almost visceral reaction at having to lie to her like this. Even if it is for the better. âBut nothingâs wrong, so thereâs no need to worry, alright?âÂ
He needs to tell her about the trip. That he has to leave in two weeks. Thereâs definitely no way around that, but it doesnât need to happen tonight. Especially when he needs to work out the details and logistics, because Romanâs been administering Solanaâs medication to her every morning since her release. She doesnât even know where he keeps it, where he keeps any of the prescription and OTC pills in the house. Because he has them all hidden, something heâs not sure heâll ever feel ready enough to change.
He also takes her to her continued weekly therapy appointments with Gail.
All of that canât be interrupted with his absence, but the same person he called before to stay with her while he was gone to see his aunt is the same person he still holds partially responsible for Solanaâs attempt in the first place.
Bayley.
Roman wonât make that mistake ever again.
So, until all of that is figured out, heâll say nothing.
Plus, he already feels bad enough for ruining her party. No need to ruin her night as well.
At least with the party thing, he can make that up. He will make that up. Even if it means what he has planned including more people than he originally accounted for. The thought alone is far from exciting, but heâs determined to do right by her this time around.
Even if it does mean forcing himself to behave.
Somewhat.
Solana is visibly less anxious, but the remaining apprehension seems to melt away the minute she presses herself into his chest. Sheâs instantly relaxed and so is he. Having her in his arms seems to give him just as much comfort as she gets from it.
âRoman?â
He runs his hand across her back. âHmm?â
Peering up at him is a mixture of skepticism and worry. âAre you sure youâre okay?â Not exactly. âYou said youâd try talking to me more.â
He did. And he will, but the full extent of what is now on his plate is a weight he canât and wonât share with her. He wonât burden her with his woes.Â
He can, however, give her something.
âJeyâŚ..â Because thatâs most definitely not a lie. The shit with Jey was the last thing he expected to happen today. Almost as unexpected as Dwayneâs visit. âThe twins annoy me majority of the time, but theyâre stillâŚ.still my family.â
âYou didnât want to do that, Roman.â Solana is suddenly comforting him, her soft voice offering what he already knows to be true but appreciates hearing. âYouâŚâŚyou didnât have a choice. JeyâŚ.Jey should understand, right?â
âShould.â Thereâs a conflicted hint to his voice, because Jey should have known better than to disrespect Roman like that in front of an audience. Because truth be told, Roman would not have responded so violently had it even just been the usual group of Naomi, Bayley, and Jimmy. Even the Wise Man. Roman would have preferred a different, less physical route, but that wasnât an option. The âchoiceâ Roman made was really the only choice he could make without looking weak in front of others.
Solana hugs him a little tighter, continuing to put him on a pedestal he has no business being on. âYouâre a good man, Roman. I knowâŚ.I know you donât believe it, but you are.âÂ
Thatâs because she has no idea a fraction of the things that heâs done. If she truly knew the horrors heâs committed over the years, the lives heâs taken, sheâd never look at him the same.
He sometimes wonders if sheâd even still feel the same way.
If sheâd still love him.
Solana leans up and kisses his cheek before taking his hand in hers. Sliding her robe off and tossing it onto the bed, she murmurs, âletâs go to bed.â Roman wordlessly follows her over to the California King bed, watching her move her journal and case for her earbuds onto the nightstand as she pulls him down with her. Naturally, Solana falls into their go-to sleeping position. Her body nearly on top of his, her arm sprawled across his abdomen and her head on his chest.
Sheâs partially soothed by the way he keeps his hand planted on the small of her back. Partially because something tells her Roman isnât being entirely honest about whatever conversation he had with his cousins sheâs never even heard of until this evening. In all the time theyâve been together, she doesnât remember once anyone ever coming to their home this late to discuss business.Â
Maybe a phone call.
Never an in-person visit.Â
A part of her wants to push him on it, but she also knows the Jey situation is still bothering him, so she doesnât want to overwhelm him.Â
But, the other part, maybe an even bigger part doesnât want to because it feels hypocritical. Him to be honest with her when sheâs not being entirely honest with him. When she actually wanted to tell him something instead of asking again if heâs alright.
A split second decision being made to keep certain information to herself until sheâs 100% sure, because she knows that heâll most likely have to inform the Elders heâs spoken about a couple of times. And the last thing she wants is to send him with a message that ends up being a false alarm.
Because her period has been late before. Sometimes up to two weeks late. Itâs just that this is the first time itâs been late with her being sexually active. With her having regular sex with her husband as a potential variable. Regular, unprotected sex.
But again, sheâs not certain. Wants to give it a little while longer before she finally pulls out one of the pregnancy tests sheâs had collecting dust in one of the cabinets in their master bathroom. Itâs too soon though. Too many other things it could be besides that.
So, until then, she waits.
Sheâll wait until itâs 100% confirmed, without a doubt, that sheâs pregnant.
Ignoring that small, nagging gut feeling that she already knows the answer.
Knows that she is, without a doubt, pregnant.
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Love you art. My favorite thing is definitely your coloring. Flug does give t boy swag. Hope to see more of your drawing soon. Out of curiosity what do you hope for season 2?
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I know what you meant but just the entire term "T boy swag" reminded me of my fav rapper who just goes by "T" and since I wanted to do that for a while anyway (his songtexts would resonate with Flug so much) I used this as an excuse to redraw one of his album covers, so I love that, I'm gonna steal that heheh
(relatively unrelated for everyone except me lol but I always throw in some art when replying to asks)
umm yeah so... we're not even done with the first season, so idk. from S1-B I predict more of what we've had so far; more or less episodic comedy, slowly easing us into a connected plot. 6th episode already kinda introduced that.
it's gonna be one of those cartoons like TOH who start off silly and episodic in the first season and develop into a melodramatic serialized show from 2nd season onwards.
this is going to be an unpopular opinion but I actually do not 100% vibe with that, I prefer episodic cartoons like SpongeBob or South Park without overarching plot; comedy over drama. but it was always obvious that Villainous is gonna have a fuck ton of lore so I'm not disappointed.
my criticism rn is that I feel it's already way too many characters I'm sorry. it's getting pretty convoluted. I'm just not a fan of that but again pretty subjective. I can't bring myself to care for absolutely any character that we haven't seen animated yet. it's been too long for me to throw too many new characters in the mix, I've been nonstop hyperfixated since 7 years so I'm skeptical about changes.
as for the plot, I have no idea. we're in so early that I can't even imagine where this is gonna go.
for the end I wish that no ship with the main 3 becomes canon. it's just going to create fandom wars, just leave it open
I just want to see Flug happy...
I'll always just hope to get as much information about Flug as possible
definitely hope they explore Miss Heed's character too, as long as she doesn't end up with Flug l'm interested in her. I would like to see her getting worse (maybe switching sides?) before finally healing and learning to love herself
I want to know more about Goldheart and consequently about Flug's past
I wish for Demencia to snap out of her brainwash some day and learn about her past. I need Flug and Demencia to become real good friends and escape together with 505. I do NOT want them to become heroes but in order to find true happiness and peace they'll have to leave this place imo
but I think most of that is WAY in the future, this won't all happen in the 2nd season. but idk how long this series is gonna be, I doubt the crew even knows, so ye!
#villainous#villanos#vilanesco#dr flug#flug#kenning flugslys#villainous dr flug#crossover#reference#cartoon#fanart#my art#ask reply#anon ask#fan theories
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their love languages.
characters: miles morales (earth-1610), gwen stacy, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, miguel oâhara
warnings: none! just fluff <3
notes: thank you guys so much for all the love on my previous posts! i have so much fun when i write these so i will definitely be posting some more soon. enjoy ur food lol
MILES MORALES
Milesâ love language is QUALITY TIME. He always wants to spend time with you and is definitely an âexperienceâ rather than âmaterialistic giftâ type of person. He gets very shy when expressing his love for you verbally, so he does it through quality time. Heâll draw you during study sessions (Unbeknownst to you, he always finishes before you. He just never says anything because he still wants an excuse to hang out with you.), will ask you to play video games with him, and is constantly going skateboarding with you, even if youâre bad at it. He just wants to see you, and is afraid to ask you to just âhang outâ because he doesnât want you to think heâs weird. In return, Miles would like ACTS OF SERVICE. A lot of people have betrayed him and hurt him, so he would really like someone who goes out of their way to help him. To him, it proves how much you care for him, and thatâs really important to Miles.
GWEN STACY
Although Gwen can be cold to those she doesnât trust, once you get to know her, sheâs always going out of her way to support you. Her love language is ACTS OF SERVICE. She plays songs for you whenever you want, is always taking care of you when youâre sick, and somehow always knows when youâre upset. Before she comes over, she always gets you your favorite snacks and drinks. Gwen tries her best to look out for you the way she couldnât for her late friend Peter. She just wants you to be safe, and she asks for nothing in return once you gain her trust. However, Gwenâs face would turn 50 shades of red with a significant other whose love language is WORDS OF AFFIRMATION. She loves it when you tell her how proud of her you are, when you tell her youâll always be there for her⌠sheâs immediately enamored with you. Oh, and when you tell her how pretty you think she is? Sheâs on cloud 9.
HOBIE BROWN
Hobie loves GIFT GIVING. Sometimes, when he returns from another mission, heâll come back with some strange trinkets. Theyâre always fun to look at, to wonder what other people from other universes think of them. Hobie always makes sure to pick out the ones that youâll like; itâs the one time he makes an effort to be consistent. A small smirk always appears on his face when he sees you wearing the earrings that he stole from another universe. When youâre going out of your way to make things easier for him, though, heâs a goner. Hobie would really be smitten for someone whose love language is ACTS OF SERVICE. He never blushes, but youâll see a light shade of violet emerge on his cheeks when he sees that you ran errands for him while he was gone, or when you help him with his hair on wash day. Itâs all very sweet.
PAVITR PRABHAKAR
Pavâs favorite way to express his adoration for you is PHYSICAL TOUCH. He loves to hold your hand, cuddle with you (heâs a little spoon), and kiss you on the cheek. Your warmth is one of his favorite sensations. He just likes to know that youâre there. Itâs really scary for him to imagine a world where youâre not by his side, so he likes to give you as much affection as possible. He always wants you to know that he loves you. Oh, and if he has a mission soon? You wonât be seen walking around with him not right behind you. He gets super clingy right before he has to leave. On another note, Pav loves receiving homemade GIFTS. Heâll always wear anything that you make him, especially if itâs something for his hair. Heâll definitely brag about it when he travels to the Spider Society.
MIGUEL OâHARA
Miguel is very protective of you, so his love language is PHYSICAL TOUCH. Even if itâs subtle, he always is somehow close to you, whether itâs a hand on your back, a hand holding yours, or both. Miguel has lost almost everything, so he is always seeking out your warmth. However, he is not too fond of PDA unless itâs subtle, so he always keeps his affections elusive. It is also very important to him that his enemies do not find out about you, as his worst nightmare would be them coming after you. You are the very last thing Miguel has; heâd rather die than witness anything happen to you. Miguel would absolutely adore someone whose love language is ACTS OF SERVICE. When he comes back from a mission all banged up, and you volunteer to help him clean up? Suddenly his heart is beating 2x faster than usual and his pupils are dilated.
#atsv x reader#itsv x reader#itsv fluff#atsv fluff#miguel oâhara x reader#hobie brown x reader#miles morales x reader#gwen stacy x reader#pavitr prabhakar x reader#miguel oâhara fluff#gwen stacy fluff#hobie brown fluff#miles morales fluff#pavitr prabhakar fluff
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hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much đŠ and that trope is such a đ¤
also can I be đ޸anon?!?!?!
THATâS MY BABY
pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.
warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol
summary: kenji and his intimidating gf
notes: I need this man so bad Iâm not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon đŤś(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.
you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.
he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesnât read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.
although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character
while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.
he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.
when in training, heâs really trying so hard to impress you
you noticed him once with a comment saying ânice work, kishimoto.â and he absolutely froze at that moment
he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.
he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass
he says random pickup line at you.
and will always try to insert his flirty comments.
are you a map? âcause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.
hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.
no pen, no paperâŚbut you still draw my attention.
the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.
hey, whatâs the month date today again?
Itâs may now. may I finally be yours?
hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?
the what???
word of the day. itâs âlegsâ so, why donât we go home and spread the word?
no pickup lines today?
nah, donât have any pick up lines cause Iâm not tryna be picked up Iâm trynna be pinned down. he smirks
Itâs stupid, really.
but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips
and of course, it wonât get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face
and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.
âhey, howâs my favorite girl doing?â Kenji said as he enters the gym.
âyour favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?â you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.
âthat was smooth.â He finally said after a solid minutes.
âwanna see if my lips are too?â you replied with a smirk.
â
âWatch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like youâre flirting when we argue.â Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.
âWhoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?â he said after he whistled.
âattitude isnât the only reason my eyes roll back.â you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.
â
ârelationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.â
âyeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.â
âWOAHH!?â
when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like
wow??? you are so beautiful??
He still continues to win you over even when he already has!
he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf
I donât need protection.
yeah, believe me she doesnât .
he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and maâam
you who glares while kenji just grins
he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes
you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.
kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.
My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life
LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.
like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there
gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence
he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL
he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him
but he will pout and will sass you
he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible
It really gets handy
anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it
I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted
EHEM juliette EHEM
can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks
âRemind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?â Warner asks while kenji just huffed.
you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, âhis personality.â you feel someoneâs pair of eyes on you
Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. âReally now?â
âFuck you mean by that?â Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.
âyeah, i was surprised too.â you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.
Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, âwow. Betrayed by my own girl?â You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.
he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles
he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"
he puts flowers onto your hair
you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, âwhy don't we like them?â
he follows you like a puppy
whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.
WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.
he worships the ground you walk on
he sees you a gift from God
he loves to be babied by you
but will never admit it
at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.
#reader insert#rie answers đŚŚ#shatter me series#shatter me#riewrites đŤ#kenji kishimoto x reader#kenji kishimoto x you#kenji kishimoto#grumpy x sunshine#grumpy gf x sunshine bf#black cat gf x golden retriever bf#black cat gf#golden retriever bf#I love this song#PLS LISTEN TO IT
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First question, will we be seeing Asmodeus and Lilith again soon? Second question! Do you have a favourite redesign and who was the hardest to redesign?
Yes!
I think my Beelzebub redesign is my favorite. I really love drawing bugs in general and it was really fun trying to rework her design to look more bee-like and less⌠furry. I actually liked the design so much I decided to repurpose it for my own character whoâs Beelzebubâs daughter. Sheâs not as nice as Helluvaâs Bee, very Regina George lol.
I actually got really excited working on her. I just love designing bugs and demons so getting a chance to do both was very enjoyable for me. I actually had even MORE sketches planned for her but I realized I was getting way too involved redesigning a character, so some concepts just became my own thing. Like I was like âI donât mind that Beelzebub is nice, but she doesnât feel like a Sin at allâ, so I had some bonus sketches of her being like that really cool but toxic friend who just keeps enabling you.
Hardest to redesign though? God. Maybe Angel Dust? In fact even after my most recent redesign Iâve never really been fully happy with (it was very rushed compared to nifty). I enjoy doing Hazbin/Helluva redesigns but one major issue I have with these characters is that theyâre WAAAAAY too bloated story wise, and Angel dust might be the worst example of this. Like fitting a drag queen, sex worker, celebrity and mafia boss into one character is a bit of a challenge because you basically have to look at Angel dust and understand all those things about him.
Maybe Iâll do a fifth one if I ever do Hazbin redesigns again LOL, but likely not. I always planned to stop early but the fandom kind of solidified it. These stop being fun knowing that there are people who monitorsmy account waiting for my next redesign to drop so they can harass me and tell me to kill myself. Not fun! Iâd rather draw other things.
(Also to be clear, even if the fandom was really nice to me, I still would have stopped. The creatorâs constant controversy was the main reason I quit and only did Nifty and Angel Dust after a request. But the fandom meltdown was the nail in the already deep and buried coffin)
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Well, since I am now a bachelor myself, I have brought you a different kind of Bachelor (and his beautiful companion)
To be honest, this time I don't know what to write about - it would be possible to joke for the hundredth time that while the entire town is waiting for a Bachelor route from Ice-Pick Lodge, I managed to graduate from middle school and high school and finished my own bachelor route, but these are really boring jokes. It's especially funny that when the Kickstarter fundraising was announced, I was still thinking "oh yes, the developers will collect all the sum and they will surely release three main scenarios, and they could add extra Inquisitor and Commander routs, oh that would be great", heh, what a holy naivety))
I'm not in the mood to write a detailed review of the Pathologic either, so I'll be brief: the first part (rus. Mor. Utopia) is one of my favorite games, so atmospheric, multifaced (well, like PoLyHeDrAl, like a pun, omg lol it's so funny... is it?) and memorable that, having plunged into its world once, you come back to her over and over again for years and forgive all the flaws, whether it's graphics that is weak even for the year of release (by the way, 2005, the game is almost 20 years old) or questionable gameplay. There is no surprise that this particular game is considered the magnum opus of Ice-Pick Lodge. It's just a pity that I'm one of those people who loves complex scientific and philosophical works, but does not understand them at all and therefore has to constantly look for explanations from other people (and here I can say hello to TESler Channel)))...
Unfortunately, I can't say the same about the (non-) remake. It seems that the graphics have been tightened up, and the gameplay has been diversified, and the characters have tried to make them more lively, but it's still like something is missing, I don't know what. Maybe I'm just too critical, it's hard to judge here.
As far as I know, the favorite character of most fans is Haruspex, and I can understand why. Actually I like all the playable characters as well as all the NPCs, and there is no one among them who would only cause disgust - that's it, the skill of writing characters in the original game as it is. And yet, as I think, the closest to me and the most interesting, in general, the most elaborated character seems to be Bachelor, and with him his companions, especially Eva. Although she does not have any special story, there is still something charming about this lady of the demimonde) Maybe it's just Baby-Duck-Syndrome that affects me, or maybe it's just the (near) scientific and rational approach of this scenario, idk
P.S. Btw despite the undeniable advantages of Pathologic, as an artist, even a self-proclaimed one, another game of Ice-Pick Lodge, Turgor (Tension), is much closer to me - who knows, maybe someday I'll draw something based on it (it would be great actually)
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Valentine's Day with One Piece Boys
Master List
W.C:3295Â Â so uhhhhh my hand slipped oops... I took some assumptions here and I changed some things that are common about these characters in Fanfic writing, my brain couldnât come up with a lot for Law Iâm sorry about that, Crocodile and Doffy can be read as pre or post becoming Warlords, some might be OOC but IDK I wrote this in about a day lol (my eyes fingers and back hurt I need to correct my posture lol) sorry if I didn't write for your favorites, have fun and lemme know what you think I love feed back It took two and a half fucking hours to put the gifs in, cause the line thingy where you add stuff only showed at the very bottom so I had to keep editing and dragging shit around, I'm sure I'm doing something wrong, also I had to look up all the gifs here even tho I have tons cause for some reason "something goofed"Â .... end my suffering also I wrote this on word and then brought it here so if formatting gets weird that's why, even tho I spent hours on making sure everything is good shout out to my inspo who also encouraged me to write it @cinnbar-bun
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Dracule Mihawk, Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Charlotte Katakuri, Massacre Soldier Killer, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar Law.
Dracule Mihawk:
Mihawk and Y/N prefer intimate celebrations for Valentine's Day. They often opt for a quiet evening together at their secluded castle, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.Â
Despite their stoic exteriors, Mihawk and Y/N are surprisingly sentimental when it comes to expressing their feelings. They exchange handwritten letters on Valentine's Day, pouring their hearts out on paper in a way that words spoken aloud cannot convey.Â
Instead of extravagant gestures, Mihawk and Y/N prefer to exchange gifts that hold sentimental value. Mihawk might gift Y/N a rare book on something she likes, while Y/N might give Mihawk a custom-made piece of simple jewelry like a small bracelet she personally crafted for him.Â
On Valentine's Day, Mihawk surprises Y/N by offering to cook dinner together. Despite her lack of culinary skills, Y/N appreciates the bonding activity and enjoys spending quality time with him in the kitchen, even if it results in a few culinary mishaps.Â
After dinner, Mihawk and Y/N venture out into the castle's courtyard to stargaze. They lie side by side on a blanket, Y/N pointing out constellations and sharing stories about their significance, reveling in the peaceful solitude of the night, Mihawk just listens to her with a small fond smile.Â
Throughout the day, Mihawk and Y/N take time to reflect on their journey together, reminiscing about cherished memories and shared experiences that have strengthened their bond over the years.Â
As a romantic gesture, Mihawk and Y/N share a midnight dance in the castle's grand ballroom. Lit only by candlelight, they move together in a graceful waltz, lost in the magic of the moment and the timeless beauty of their love.  Going To Sleep Cuddling: Mihawk and Y/N will go to sleep in the end of the day holding each other, Y/N would curl up into his arms, burying her face into his chest while he wraps his arms around her his hand going into her hair to play with the soft strands. Â
As Valentine's Day draws to a close, Mihawk and Y/N exchange a few hushed words as they cuddle, reaffirming their commitment to each other and the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures together.Â
Roronoa Zoro:
Despite his tough exterior, Zoro secretly spends weeks planning the perfect Valentine's Day surprise for Y/N. He meticulously selects a secluded spot on the island they're docked on, where they can enjoy each other's company away from the hustle and bustle of the crew.Â
Y/N, appreciative of Zoro's efforts, prepares a special gift for him on Valentine's Day. Knowing his love for swords, she surprises him with a beautifully crafted sheath for one of his blades, personalized with intricate designs that reflect their shared journey together.Â
Zoro and Y/N spend Valentine's Day evening taking a leisurely stroll along the shores of the island. With the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the moonlight casting a soft glow, they share quiet moments of intimacy, lost in each other's company.Â
During their stroll, Zoro and Y/N encounter a group of wild creatures roaming the island. With their swords drawn, they effortlessly dispatch the beasts, their synchronized movements a testament to their unwavering bond as swordsmen and lovers.Â
As the night progresses, Zoro and Y/N build a campfire on the beach, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows around them. They share stories of their past adventures and dreams for the future, their laughter mingling with the sound of the ocean.Â
Under the starlit sky, Zoro finally opens up to Y/N, expressing his gratitude for her presence in his life. He admits that he's not good at expressing his feelings, but Y/N's unwavering support and love have changed him for the better.Â
Moved by Zoro's vulnerability, Y/N wraps her arms around him, offering him comfort and reassurance. She assures him that their love is enough, and she wouldn't have their Valentine's Day any other way.Â
As the night comes to an end, Zoro and Y/N make a promise to each other to continue facing life's challenges together, hand in hand. They vow to cherish every moment and celebrate their love not just on Valentine's Day, but every day.Â
As they watch the sun rise on the horizon, Zoro leans in to press a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips, sealing their promise with a silent vow of devotion. In that moment, amidst the beauty of the dawn, they find solace in the certainty of their love for each other.Â
As they return to the ship, hand in hand, Zoro and Y/N share a knowing smile, their hearts full of love and gratitude for each other. Though their Valentine's Day was unconventional and filled with unexpected adventures, it was a testament to the strength of their bond and the depth of their love.Â
Portgas D. Ace:
Y/N wakes up early on Valentine's Day to prepare a special breakfast for Ace. She arranges heart-shaped pancakes and fruit on a tray, leaving a note with a playful message for him to wake up to. Ace spends weeks leading up to Valentine's Day working on a handmade gift for Y/N. He creates a personalized necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a flame, symbolizing their fiery love and passion.Â
Y/N organizes a scavenger hunt around the Moby Dick for Ace. Each clue leads him to a different part of the ship, where he discovers small gifts and love notes hidden by Y/N.Â
Ace surprises Y/N with a romantic beach picnic at a secluded cove. They enjoy a delicious meal together as they watch the sunset, the sound of the waves providing a serene backdrop to their intimate celebration.Â
As the night falls, Ace and Y/N gather with their friends for a bonfire on the beach. They roast marshmallows, share stories, and cuddle close under a blanket, basking in the warmth of their love and the crackling fire.Â
Y/N sets up a telescope on the deck of the Moby Dick, and she and Ace spend the evening stargazing together. They point out constellations, make wishes on shooting stars, and share dreams for their future, Y/N certainly tries to find constellations that match Aceâs freckles. Ace surprises Y/N with a makeshift dance floor on the deck of the ship. He puts on her favorite song, and they dance together under the moonlight, lost in each other's arms.Â
Y/N leaves little love notes for Ace to find throughout the day. Each note expresses her affection and gratitude for having him in her life, reminding him of the depth of her love.Â
Ace and Y/N spend the afternoon cooking a special Valentine's Day dinner together in the kitchen. They laugh, tease each other, and steal kisses amidst the preparation, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. (Marco is on standby with a fire extinguisher)Â
As the day comes to a close, Ace and Y/N exchange heartfelt declarations of love. They express their gratitude for each other, promising to cherish and support one another for all the days to come, both of them yelling it at the top of their lungs of the railing of the ship and the crew is so done with them lolÂ
Donquixote Doflamingo:
Doflamingo, despite his intimidating persona, secretly enjoys the sentimentality of Valentine's Day. He's known for surprising Y/N with extravagant gifts, ranging from rare treasures he's acquired during their travels to personalized items he's commissioned just for her. Y/N, in turn, cherishes each gift as a symbol of Doflamingo's affection, even if she's not one for material possessions. On Valentine's Day, Doflamingo arranges a private, candlelit dinner on the deck of their ship or a secluded spot on the island they're currently exploring. He spares no expense in ensuring the evening is perfect, with gourmet cuisine prepared by their crew's skilled chefs. Y/N appreciates the effort he puts into creating these intimate moments and enjoys the opportunity to spend quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life.Â
Instead of focusing solely on lavish gifts and grand gestures, Doflamingo and Y/N often reminisce about their shared adventures and memorable moments throughout the years. They spend Valentine's Day reflecting on the challenges they've overcome together, the laughter they've shared, the tears theyâve shed and the unbreakable bond that has formed between them.Â
Despite their often intense and tumultuous journey as pirates, Doflamingo and Y/N also value quiet moments of affection. They may spend Valentine's Day simply enjoying each other's company, whether it's lounging on the deck, stargazing, or taking a leisurely stroll on the beach hand in hand. It's in these peaceful moments that they feel most connected.Â
Doflamingo and Y/N have a deep understanding of each other, and Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unspoken bond they share. They may not always verbalize their feelings, but their actions speak volumes. Whether it's a knowing glance, a comforting touch, or a gentle smile exchanged between them, they both know that their love is unwavering.
Eustass "Captain" Kid:
Despite her tough exterior, Y/N secretly enjoys the romantic gestures she receives on Valentine's Day. Kid, though he may not admit it openly, takes great pleasure in surprising Y/N with small gifts and tokens of affection, leaving them anonymously for her to find. Kid's idea of a Valentine's Day gift may not be traditional, but it's always heartfelt. He might present Y/N with a custom-made weapon, intricately designed and tailored to her unique fighting style, or a rare treasure he stumbled upon during their travels, symbolizing the adventures they've shared together.Â
Y/N, with her artistic flair, expresses her love for Kid through her creations. She might spend weeks crafting a personalized piece of jewelry for him, incorporating elements of his Jolly Roger or symbols that hold significance to their relationship, showcasing her devotion in a tangible form.Â
Amidst the chaos of their pirate life, Y/N and Kid cherish the quiet moments they steal away together on Valentine's Day. They might escape to a secluded spot-on deck, watching the stars and sharing stories, finding solace in each other's company amidst the vastness of the sea.Â
For Y/N and Kid, Valentine's Day is not just about romantic gestures, but also about embarking on new adventures together. They might set sail to explore uncharted islands, face formidable foes, or discover hidden treasures, strengthening their bond through shared experiences and thrilling escapades.Â
Despite their differences, Y/N and Kid's relationship is built on mutual respect and understanding. They may not always see eye to eye, but they know how to support and uplift each other, especially on Valentine's Day, when they take the time to appreciate the unique qualities that make their bond so special.Â
Y/N and Kid's Valentine's Day celebrations may not be conventional, but they're uniquely theirs. They might indulge in a feast of their favorite foods, engage in friendly competitions and challenges, or simply enjoy each other's presence, knowing that their love transcends traditional expectations.Â
As they spend Valentine's Day together, Y/N and Kid exchange promises for the future. They may vow to stand by each other through thick and thin, to continue exploring the world and facing its challenges together, and to cherish the love they share, knowing that their bond is unbreakable.
Charlotte Katakuri:
Despite their tough exteriors, Y/N and Katakuri secretly enjoy showering each other with romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N surprises Katakuri with handcrafted doughnuts with many flavours, each one meticulously made with love and care. In return, Katakuri presents Y/N with a beautifully crafted box of her favorite sweets, a testament to his thoughtfulness and affection. On Valentine's evening, Y/N and Katakuri escape the chaos of Totto Land for a private dinner date on a secluded beach. They indulge in a feast of their favorite dishes, sharing laughter and intimate conversation under the twinkling stars. As the night deepens, they dance together in the moonlight, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.Â
In the days leading up to Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri exchange heartfelt love letters, expressing their deepest emotions and gratitude for each other. Y/N's letters are filled with poetic prose and declarations of undying love, while Katakuri's letters are eloquent and sincere, revealing the depths of his affection for Y/N.Â
As a special Valentine's Day surprise, Katakuri whisks Y/N away on a romantic getaway to a secluded island paradise. They spend their days exploring pristine beaches, indulging in couples' massages, and savoring gourmet meals prepared by a private chef. It's a blissful escape from their duties and responsibilities, allowing them to focus solely on each other.Â
On Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri reminisce about their favorite moments together, flipping through photo albums filled with snapshots of their adventures. They laugh at candid shots of themselves and smile fondly at pictures of special milestones they've shared. It's a heartwarming reminder of the bond they've built and the memories they've created together, a few of them are pictures taken by Y/N of Katakuri throughout the day, in some of them his scarf is hiding a smile or a blush a reason as to why she took the picture (yes she walks around with a Visual Den Den Mushi.. At least thatâs what I think the picture taking ones are called)Â Â Y/N has been joining Katakuri during his Meriendas for years now and same as rumors spread about him meditating and talking to gods of battle during them rumors spread about her as well (I read a fic about this before where Y/N was considered his oracle and itâs an amazing one Iâm trying to find it again) what they donât know is that these two are being very sappy idiots, cuddling sharing kisses and laughs and stealing each other's sweets, especially on this day, the others just think that theyâre doing some sort of ritual about devotion to Gods of Battle only lol.Â
As the night falls on Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri retreat to a secluded hilltop, where they lay beneath a blanket of stars, hand in hand. They share stories of their hopes and dreams, tracing constellations with their fingers and basking in the quiet beauty of the  night sky. It's a moment of perfect serenity, a reminder of the infinite possibilities that lie ahead for their love.
Massacre Soldier Killer:
Despite their tough exteriors, Killer and Y/N secretly enjoy surprising each other with small romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N might leave a heartfelt note tucked into Killer's pocket, while Killer might craft a makeshift bouquet of flowers from materials he finds on their travels. Valentine's Day is a rare opportunity for Killer and Y/N to spend some quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life. They might steal away to a secluded spot on the ship or find a quiet beach where they can enjoy each other's company without interruptions.Â
Killer and Y/N reminisce about their favorite moments together, cherishing the memories they've created during their time as partners in crime. They might exchange stories about their most memorable adventures or laugh about the mishaps they've encountered along the way.Â
Despite their limited resources as pirates, Killer and Y/N find creative ways to exchange gifts on Valentine's Day. Y/N might fashion a piece of jewelry from shells she finds on the beach, while Killer might carve a wooden trinket with his expert craftsmanship.Â
Killer surprises Y/N with a romantic candlelit dinner, showcasing his culinary skills with a delicious meal cooked from scratch. Y/N, in turn, appreciates the effort and thoughtfulness behind the gesture, and they enjoy a quiet evening together under the stars. While they may not always express their emotions openly, Killer and Y/N show their love and affection for each other in subtle ways. A gentle touch, a lingering glance, or a reassuring smile speaks volumes in the language of their relationship.Â
Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unbreakable bond between Killer and Y/N. They reaffirm their commitment to each other, promising to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges may come their way.Â
As they bask in the warmth of each other's love on Valentine's Day, Killer and Y/N discuss their hopes and dreams for the future. They envision a life together filled with adventure, laughter, and unwavering support, knowing that as long as they have each other, anything is possible.Â
Overall, Valentine's Day is a special occasion for Killer and Y/N to celebrate their love and appreciation for each other, strengthening the bond that binds them together as partners in both love and piracy.
Sir Crocodile:
Crocodile and Y/N aren't ones for grand gestures, so their Valentine's Day celebration tends to be understated. They prefer spending quality time together rather than getting caught up in the commercial aspects of the holiday. Crocodile surprises Y/N by preparing a simple but delicious meal for them to share. Despite his gruff exterior, Crocodile has a surprisingly deft hand in the kitchen, and Y/N is touched by the effort he puts into making the evening special.Â
Instead of extravagant gifts, Crocodile and Y/N exchange meaningful tokens of their affection. Y/N gives Crocodile a handmade leather-bound journal, knowing how much he values knowledge and planning. In return, Crocodile presents Y/N with a rare seashell he found during one of their adventures, a symbol of their shared experiences.Â
After dinner, Crocodile and Y/N enjoy a quiet evening together, lounging on the deck of their ship and gazing up at the stars. They talk about their hopes and dreams for the future, reveling in the simplicity of each other's company.Â
Despite their tough exteriors, Crocodile and Y/N share a passion for Planning and Conquest. They spend the evening poring over maps and planning their next expedition, excited about the possibilities that lie ahead. While they may not be overly demonstrative, Crocodile and Y/N show their love for each other in small, subtle ways. A gentle touch, a knowing glance, or a shared smile speaks volumes about the depth of their bond.  As the night draws to a close, Crocodile and Y/N express their gratitude for each other, acknowledging the strength and support they provide in each other's lives. They may not say "I love you" in so many words, but their actions speak louder than any declaration of affection ever could.
Trafalgar Law:
Y/N is bubbling with excitement as Valentine's Day approaches, eager to celebrate the occasion with Law despite his usual reservations about the holiday. She takes the lead in planning the day, organizing a romantic dinner aboard the Polar Tang complete with candles, rose petals, and Law's favorite dishes. Law, although initially hesitant about the festivities, appreciates Y/N's enthusiasm and decides to go along with her plans, wanting to make her happy. He surprises Y/N with small but meaningful gifts throughout the day, such as a locket containing a picture of the two of them together or a handwritten note expressing his love and gratitude. Y/N showers Law with affection, peppering him with kisses and hugs as they spend quality time together, enjoying each other's company in the privacy of their quarters. They share stories and reminisce about their favorite memories together, laughing and smiling as they bask in the warmth of their love. Law surprises Y/N with a heartfelt gesture, such as letting her cuddle with him instead of working or giving her a massage to help her relax and unwind. They exchange promises of love and commitment, reaffirming their bond and promising to stand by each other through thick and thin. As the day comes to a close, Law and Y/N cuddle up together under a blanket, content in each other's arms and grateful for the love they share.Â
#one piece#one piece fluff#one piece x reader#Dracule Mihawk#Roronoa Zoro#Portgas D. Ace#Donquixote Doflamingo#Eustass Kid#Charlotte Katakuri#Massacre Soldier Killer#Sir Crocodile#Trafalgar Law#dracule mihawk x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#portgas d. ace x reader#donquixote doflamingo x reader#eustass kid x reader#charlotte katakuri x reader#killer x reader#sir crocodile x reader#trafalgar law x reader
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Ares, the god of war đŠ¸
Also including an Aphrodite ref sheet that I've had 90% finished for like the last 8 months but hadn't bothered to finish until just recently lol
Anyways buckle up because I'm about to start YAPPIN
I wasn't sure how this was gonna go at first because I don't have a lot of experience with designing male characters and it's not something I typically enjoy but I really like how he turned out and I really enjoyed the process. I was like wait this is fun actually, it's different than what I usually draw.
I've been wanting to do something with Ares for a long time because I think he's really slept on in the Greek mythology community. I think Ares and Aphrodite probably have the healthiest relationship in Greek mythology and I've always found it interesting that the ancient Greeks paired Love with War
I've seen people talk shit about Aphrodite like "oh she cheats on her husband, that's so shitty" like,, you mean the husband she was forced to marry? Ok... But on that note I think Aphrodite and Hephaestus's marriage is interesting and it is something I plan on doing something with. Hephaestus is another one of the few seemingly upstanding men in Greek mythology so I feel like he treats Aphrodite with respect and they find love between each other after some time, in their own way.
Something I always think about is Ares is such a good dad?? He's often depicted in statues with Eros and in war is almost always accompanied by Deimos and Phobos. like yes, spend quality time with your children, so cute <3 Also he supports his Amazon daughters. He unalives a man who assaulted his daughter and it pisses off Poseidon so bad that they INVENT court to put him on trial just for Ares to go "Yeah I did it, and I'd fuckin do it again" and gets acquitted
Back to my Ares design. I thought it would be interesting if his scars were transient, as in not really permanent scars but more like very slowly healing wounds filling with ichor. The only way he can scar permanently is if the injury is inflicted on him by another immortal...
Stole the glowy hair from Disney's Hercules because that shit is peak character design
I was not going to draw any helmets at first because... I didn't want to lol but I read that he like almost always had his helmet. Like he's showing up to fancy dinners carrying his helmet. So I was like okay fine have your emotional support helmet lol
His spear is a gift from Aphrodite, it has a little heart design engraved into it <3 I find Warlike Aphrodite VERY interesting and I like to imagine her having a surprisingly strong affinity for conflict
Personality wise, Ares tries to put up a tough guy "whatever. I don't care act" but he is actually very much a people pleaser and has a distinct desire to be accepted. He is keenly aware that he is not well liked among the gods nor the mortals. He is not the beloved, wise, tactical Athena. He is Bloodlust and Carnage, he is the ugliest sides of war. To most mortals he is a god to appease, not worship.
He loves his mother, and he is her favorite child. He has spent his life defending her, even as a child and even against his father. He is not well liked by his father, but this is typical of Zeus, who is paranoid that one of his sons will eventually continue the family's proclivity for patricide.
Anyways thank you for reading my essay. I will be making more Aphrodite/Ares content very soon. I hope you enjoy
#I'm very happy with how he turned out <3#ares#aphrodite#greek mythology#ares and aphrodite#my art#illustration#oc#character design#hera#zeus#athena#hephaestus#my mythology
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Your genuinely one of my favorite elden ring artists, what would you say is your favorite aspect of elden ring just in general
this might be a big revelation but i think my favourite part about Elden Ring is i... actually don't really like it until the DLC.
the way the base game presented a kinda basic and fragmented story, one i'd even say i were underwhelmed about. because i went in expecting Sekiro-level of character driven writing (they did promise that in an interview) and what i got... ehhhh. that's why my fanarts for the base game is literally just fluff pieces and shipping Malenia with another character altogether that isn't even in the game. meanwhile my AC6, Sekiro and Bloodborne art... i think you can tell i have a very deep emotional connection to those games from the kind of work im putting out for them. (hell, before the DLC i actually was thinking "well i'll probably only draw some general fanarts after the DLC then go back to draw more JJK stuffs lol" famous last words)
but holy mother of God the way the DLC completely blew everything tf up.
sorry Fromsoftware, i were not aware the Sekiro character-driven part is actually about the DLC. im sorry im still not familiar with your game yet đ
(this turns into a mini rant so imma put it under cut OTL)
before, i were pretty "...." about Elden Ring female cast. i think Melina appears too little, i think NPCs like Fia and Roderika... i can't figure out the significance of them within the narrative at all. and it kinda upset me because it feels like they regress back to the helpless / fanservice maiden trope that was usually seen in DS franchise for no reason. i don't like how Rennala ends up as and i don't like not knowing why Radagon did that to her (which turns to me not liking the way it became a popular fanon that he actually loved her he was just bound by duty etc etc...i mean what?), i actually don't even really like how Malenia's barely-there story turns out (but that's a rant for another day).
as standalone characters, sure, i'd say they all have their own merits, but if they don't play any role within the narrative... what's the point then?
but all of that is because back then, we literally did not know what's Marika's deal either.
and so she became this cardboard that everyone pins all the crimes and bad things in the world on, which is... fine? makes sense. but the following line of reasoning that she did all that because she's just...like that drives me up the wall. if i want another "woman bad" story i'd just replay DS2 đ
and that line of thought also distance her from other characters in the game. those stories are not lining up, so we literally see no point in anything.
but by giving us Marika's story in the DLC they:
shine light on the possible division between two Numen factions (Anna & Jolan story + Sword of Light & Darkness // no one is left in Marika's home (those embraces Light/Gold/ Greater Will and its Stars children) vs the Numens in Eternal City (those embraces Dark/ Black Moon/ opposing GW and its children)
the discontent with the Moon and how there are those who will never accept it as being equal to the Stars
the other half situation
the Marika's eye colour possible reveal (link her to Roderika - Roderika as a reflection of the maiden Marika once was and probably still is deep down)
give Godwyn more agency in his ending (his personal knights are on a quest for Age of Duskborn) -> link Marika to Fia (Fia as a reflection of the mother Marika is)
draw direct parallel between Messmer - the child carrying Marika's vengeance for the past, to Melina - the child carrying Marika's hope for the future
Marika as a God full of human flaws >< Miquella as a God devoid of all human emotions. both are bad in different ways. but share a same gentle origin of a simple wish for a kinder world.
the DLC singlehandedly swipes clean every problem i have with the base game. like im actually in awe they managed to do that so efficiently đ
all that is to say. my favourite aspect of all is truly how one's perspective of this one character could alter the entire story.
i still dislike the interpretation that Marika is cold and heartless or that's she's cruel for no reason, but at the same time, i can see how ppl viewing her that way affect how they see other events in the game. just like how my view of her changes my entire view of the story itself too. and i just love how the writers pull that off really skillfully. man. and i think that's sth so unique to videogame storytelling. it's amazing!
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feel free to ignore this question if you so wish but i gotta ask:
is there anything you regret making/implementing into this specific comic line that you are aware of looking back? if so, why?
different question if you dont wanna answer that, what would Lili's and Sera's favorite pie be?
A couple things
I SHOULDâVE MADE POWERS AN AGGRESSIVE DICKHEAD LONGER AUGHHHHH. I just got really excited with a comic idea and couldnât wait a year to reveal that sheâs a demon. Shes still an asshole but since sheâs not mean to Sera and Lili it makes the dunks on her a little difficult to write since I donât want it to feel like bullying her, hence why Princeâs issues with her is addressing her past behavior
I donât entirely regret it because I can explore some ideas but I do wish I held off on getting Sera and Lili married. My interactions were falling off at the time and back then, I just viewed this series as a hobby and a way to make money so I could work on Bugtopia so I thought âoh Iâm sure I wonât regret this latterâ I did. I did regret it later
I do regret making Violet and Lucy wives and I may just quietly retcon it
I wish I didnât introduce Scylla as some crazy bodyguard because I actually prefer her being a grump her takes her job seriously. I think I have too many violent girls with anger issues
Princeâs design is something Iâm really conflicted on. I was split between making them really skinny or giving them those big strong horse thighs and you can see which one over, but after the constant weird comments about being called a âGooner artistâ I did second guess some of my design decisions
I wish I didnât make Mara a succubus đ, in fact I do kind of wish I didnât have so many succubus characters but theyâre also fun to draw
Those damn comics where Luvart talked about fucking Powers because I donât like making their rivalry explicitly sexual
Iâm actually not crazy about Dominoâs design but when I tried to redesign him I realize people would complain if I made him super different
I wish I didnât make Liliâs mom a hellhound but Iâm stuck with it now lol
Liliâs favorite pie would be apple and Sera canât taste food
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