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Heavy Weighs the Crown

Chapter 7 - Battle Plans

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader/OC, OC: Sweetpea, Politicking, We are (still) learning to communicate, Soap is a good boy, Marriage consummation, sex (oral, manual, penetrative), Another John Heavy Chapter (I miss the boys), hurt and confused feelings, Trauma response, This is not a good way to start a marriage, John

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For the first time in your life, you understand the appeal of sex. While you were a virgin who couldn’t even get a boy to hold your hand, your peers were sneaking off in pairs to dark corners and risking getting caught feeling each other up anywwhere they could steal away a private moment. Some of the girls you knew always seemed to be flushed and grinning shyly, straw in their hair and their skirts rumpled, carefully avoiding eye-contact with a similarly disheviled young man.

You suspect that this is better than a clumsy tumble with a village boy, however. John is in no hurry to sink his cock into you like an over-eager boy. He slides his thick fingers inside you, pressing against a spot that makes you tremble in his hold and pulls back to circle your pearl with surprisingly clever fingers. He kisses you breathless, swallowing your moans and whimpers greedily, coaxing you to dizzying heights and crashes that break like water over you.

He ends the kiss as he removes his fingers from your puffy, over-sensitive cunt. You feel boneless, utterly limp in his arms, but your body seems reluctant to let him go. You’re achingly aware of how empty you feel, and it’s only your sense of pride that keeps you from begging for more. You don’t need to beg— You may be a virgin, but you know from overheard conversations that men rarely forgo their own pleasure, and certainly never for long.

“How do you feel?” he asks, offering slick fingers to your lips. You open your mouth without thinking, letting him press the sour-sweet taste of your own arousal against your tongue. When you hum contentedly around his fingers in response, his eyes spark, sending another trembling thrill through you. “You want more?”

You nod. This is it. He’s finally going to— A confused whine escapes your throat when he settles you against the cushions and slides off the side of the couch, lowering himself to his knees before you.

“Shh, don’t worry, Sweetpea. You’ll like this.” His promise is followed quickly by action, his mouth pressing to your cunt in an open mouth sort of kiss. It’s all you can do to hold your skirts up out of the way, meeting his laughing blue eyes while he sucks and swirls his tongue around your pearl, his fingers pressing back inside you insistently, the movement now less focused on the spots that make you see stars, and more on stretching your cunt more open, the two fingers becoming three by the time the tides of pleasure come crashing back in.

He moves up to kiss you again, his beard soaked and his cheeks flushed pink, an uncharacteristic shyness peering out from behind his eyes, his hands hesitant in the way they spread out against your waist. “We should move to the bed,” he suggested. “Let me make you feel good.”

You can’t help but laugh breathlessly, cupping his face between your hands. “Was all of this not supposed to feel good?” you tease. “Because if so, I think you’ve done it wrong.”

“It’s just the beginning, love. I want to give you everything. My queen.”

Your hands drift to the back of his neck as you kiss him back. You aren’t surrendering quite yet, but you’re willing to let him think that yu’re letting him have everything he wants. He’s so eager to make up for the deciet, as if hungry kisses and electric touch could fix the breach of trust so easily, and you don’t mind taking what he offers you for the moment. This part of marriage is not negotiable— You know the importance of quickly securing an heir. There is stability in a strong bloodline, anything to make your cousin’s claim more and more dubious.

In the end, you’re the one to stand first, breaking the kiss and taking his hands, leading him to his bed. He looks almost tormented as you smooth your hands over his chest and undo the buttons of his shirt, the deep blue of his eyes turning hazy when you unbutton his cuffs and press a kiss to one wrist and then the other.

“Sweetpea,” he rumbles. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“Perhaps,” you admit, smiling up at him. “I have been told as much by very reliable sources.”

He hurries to shed his clothes, kissing you clumsily while he does, groaning when you rake your nails down his neck, and then across his chest. He takes your hands and wraps your fingers around his cock, pulling your attention downwards. He’s thick, so much so that you worry that his three fingers weren’t sufficient to prepare you for what comes next. As you gingerly stroke him, the wrinkled fold of skin at the head pulls back, revealing a flushed red tip, a pearly bead of liquid forming at the slit there. His breath catches when you touch your fingertip to the viscous droplet, his lips brushing against your ear. “You see what you do to me?” he asks, the puff of his warm breath stirring the fine hairs that are too short to be caught in your braids. “Every time I see you, all I can think about is finally getting on top of you.”

“That’s all you can think about? Seems a dangerous preoccupation.”

“You are, but I have you now.” John noses down to the junction of your neck and shoulder, lips ghosting over your skin. “Perhaps knowing you’ll be waiting for me in our bed each night will be enough to allow me to think about matters of state once in a while.”

You turn so he can unfasten your bodice, but he pushes you so that you fold over the bed, your cheek pressed to the mattress and your legs splayed out. His palms smooth over the back of your thighs as he pushes your skirts up and out of the way, notching his cock against your sex. The thought of him mounting you like this makes your belly hot, molten shame and desire mixing into something exciting. Different than before, when his focus was on your pleasure alone. He means to take you like this, undignified, rutting into you like a beast, chasing his own satisfaction down with his hands gripping your hips.

He slides into you with one smooth thrust, and your breath leaves you in a rush, taking every thought in your head along with it.

“Sweetpea,” he groans. “Fuck. All mine now, aren’t you?”

All you can do is whimper something that sounds more or less like agreement. He chuckles, the sound dark and a little mean as he begins to fuck you, drawing himself out slow and driving in fast, the rythym torturous. His patient effort to work you open, melting you with one climax after another was for this, so he could claim you, fill you completely, the slick sound of his skin colliding with yours filling the room along with the bullish panting of his breath. His grip on your hips is not painful, but it is immotile. You couldn’t shake him even if you wanted to.

You don’t want to.

There’s no risk of you going anywhere. You claw at the sheets and push back against his thrusts, mewling. His cock drags against every sensitive spot that he’d already discovered, friction sparking more and more heat in your belly. The force of his movements within you make you shake, but you remain rooted in place, hips held up by his hands. Your knees wouldn’t support your weight even if you could get your feet under you.

John grunts, pushing one of your legs up onto the bed as he leans over you, one hand coming down next to your head. “You feel like heaven, Sweetpea. Gonna give you a baby.”

“John,” you gasp, the change in angle making you melt into the mattress beneath him.

You knew that this was the point of sex, knew that he would sow his heir into your womb, but you hadn’t really thought about the fact that you would be pregnant, or that you’d have a baby. The natural order of things had become disconnected in your mind, your involvement in the process obscured. John intends to breed you, and if he succeeds, you’ll become a mother.

It’s too big a concept to fully wrap your mind around in the moment, especially when one of John’s hands worms its way beneath you and finds your pearl again. You press your face into the sheets to muffle yourself, nearly sobbing from the overwhelm of it all.

John has given up on trying to speak, communication devolved into grunts and groans in your ear. His strokes into you grow erratic, his fingers on your pearl twitching slightly. He’s trying not to come before you, but everything is so much, your body thrumming with energy, that crescendo unreachable but maddeningly close. You’re not sure you can take much more, so you give him a nudge. “John, please,” you beg. “Fill me up. Give me a baby.”

The sound he makes is filthy, and his hips slam into yours roughly a few more times before he stills, hilted inside you. You can feel the hot pulse of his seed pouring into the deepest part of you, and the feeling finally peaks again, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you crash along with him. You clench and unclench your walls around him, drawing the feeling out as long as possibly, even if it’s greedy and makes him choke on his own breath.

His body sags against you for a moment, his considerable weight tethering you to the earth when you feel as though you could float away. He’s careful not to crush you beneath him for more than a few panting moments before he rolls over and takes you along with him as he moves toward the head of the bed. He unlaces your dress and helps you wiggle out of it, exchanging laughing kisses with you all the while until you’re down to your shift, the beautiful dress tossed to the floor unceremoniously. He tucks you against his chest, his lips pressed to your hairline. “Just give me a moment, lovee,” he murmurs. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“There’s more?” you ask. You already feel limp, a tender green thing wilting under the full scorch of John’s intensity. How does he intend to do more?

“Plenty more. I want you facing me next time. I’d like to watch you come. Twice I think. Once with you on top so I can touch you more.”

“I’m not sure I’d be able to hold myself up.”

“There’s no need. Still want you close, Sweetpea.” He curls his arm around you a little tighter.

Your fingers trace through the whorls of his chest hair idly, until he catches your hand and lifts it to his mouth. For a moment, you let go of the anger that simmers in the back of your mind and settle into the feeling of of right now. Some part of you doesn’t mind laying here in John’s arms. Perhaps a larger part than you’d like to admit.

This is, afterall, your home. You’ve always belonged to this place.

“I’ll be a good husband,” he promises. “I think there’s a good chance that you’ll even grow to love me.”

He’s probably right. It’s difficult to deny his charm when his seed still drips from your swollen cunt, your whole body pleasantly sore from his touch. You can almost feel him still, as if he imprinted himself into you. You wonder if that feeling is permanent.

“Maybe,” you concede, “but you’ll have a lot of work to do.”

“I’m not afraid of work.” John tucks your hand under his, against his beating heart, his thumb playing with the ring he’d placed there just a few hours earlier. “I would have liked to give us more time, convince you to stay, but I couldn’t risk you saying no.”

The more forgiving, warm feelings you’d let take over for a moment dissolve in an instant. You sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand. Your legs are wobbly, but you’re far too stubborn to let it show. You might have said much the same earlier to keep him from trying to talk about things earlier, but hearing it from him, in such a casual tone, makes you angry all over again. How little he must think of you.

“Are you going somewhere?” John asks, looking surprised.

You pull his housecoat off of the back of his chair and shrug it on, belting it around your middle. “I’m going to bed, John.”

Confusion flashes across his face, followed closely by hurt. “What do you mean— You’re not staying?”

“No. I’ve done my duty, and I will continue to do so. We can have sex again tomorrow night. I suspect it’ll be a few tries before it takes.” You head for the door, chin held high. He tumbles out of bed and dashes after you, catching your arm before you get there.

“Before it— Sweetpea, what are you talking about? You’re my wife. I want you here.” He grips your shoulders firmly, blue eyes dark with worry, boring into your own.

“John, haven’t you already gotten everything you want? You have your claim to the throne solidified through marriage. You remain king. I’ve let you rut into me, and in time I will bear you a son or daughter. Are you not satisfied?”

“Sweetpea, I— I love you.”

You knock his hands away. “No you don’t.”

You yank the door open, rolling your eyes when you find Ghost, Kyle and Johnny on the other side, casually arranged by the far wall as though they just happened by. John follows you out into the hallway, not the least bit concerned about his lack of clothes, and reaches for you again. You glance toward Ghost, but he’s already moving, putting himself between you and John.

“Leave ‘er be, John,” he rumbles.

“Simon,” John says, his voice all angry grit. “Sweetpea and I need to talk.”

“Maybe leave it for the mornin’, sir.” Kyle smiles in a placating way, stepping forward from his lean against the wall. “Don’t think the two of you gettin’ into a fight in the hallway’ll do anyone any good.”

“Thank you,” you say. “Johnny, would you like to join me?”

“Course. ‘Scuse me, gents—”

“Absolutely not,” John protests. “Sweetpea, you’re my wife.”

“No one is disputing that fact, John. I am simply going to bed, and Johnny is going to sleep next to me, just as he did last night and the night before. Now go back to bed. We can talk in the morning.”

You march into your room, Johnny close behind you, and lock the door, turning the tumbler extra hard so it clicks audibly. You can hear the rumble of John’s voice through the door, but you can’t make out the words, and it’s only a moment before the door across the hall thuds shut as well.

“Weel, he was that bad, was he?” Johnny asks, his tone cheerful and teasing.

You laugh, and the laughter turns into a sob. The door is reassuringly solid behind you, the only thing that’s keeping you upright as your knees shake. You press your hands to your mouth, letting yourself slide to the floor, but Johnny catches you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, bonnie, I didnae think my joke was that bad,” he says, petting a hand over your head carefully.

You laugh and cry at the same time, clinging to his shirt. “I hate him,” you sob. “I hate him.”

“Ah, no, ye dinnae hate him. He’s a right bastart, but yer too sweet t’hate him, bonnie.” Johnny gently guides you over to your bed and sits at the edge, pulling you gently into his lap. “None of this was fair t’ye.”

You grind the heels of your hands against your eyes, trying to stem the tide of emotion. He's not worth your tears. "He took my whole life away from me," you manage to get the words out past the lump in your throat, but it hurts. "I never wanted to come back here."

"Ah cannae blame ye," Johnny says soothingly, a note of guilty misery in his own voice. "Ye looked happy before. Even when ye smile, Ah can see somethin's gone cold in ye since ye go' here."

"This was a cage for a long time, Johnny. My father-- He wasn't a good man. I had to make myself so small so he wouldn't notice me, but it never worked."

"He hurt you," Johnny says quietly. "Didn't he?"

You nod, pressing your face into his shirt as a fresh wave of tears rolls down your face.

"I grew up in a cage too," Johnny says quietly, the usual burr of humour absent from his voice. "No' as fancy a cage as all this, o'course, but I ken how it feels."

"Where do you come from, Johnny?" you ask. "If it's okay to talk about."

"North. Mactavish clan. We ran a corridor from the highlands to the sea. No' all of us had wolf blood, but we were a strong clan. I cannae remember much, just bits an' pieces. We were hit by raiders, an' I was caught, alongside my cousin. We were playin' down the beach, in a tidal cave, didnae hear the commotion till it was too late. We got separated when I was sold. Ended up in some fightin' pits owned by a woman called Valeria."

Your heart aches for him. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugs lightly. "I survived. It was no' easy, but I couldnae stop fightin'. Never go' tae find out if anyone else survived. Or what happened to Con."

"Would you like me to ask Kate to see if she can find them?" you ask. "If anyone can, it would be her."

"Aye, I wouldnae mind tha'."

"How did you end up here?"

"Ghost. He doesnae approve of keepin' things in cages. Freed the whole lot of us. Just me'n' Nox tha' had nowhere else tae go, so he took us in."

"Is that why Nox doesn't like you?"

He nods. "Folks loved tae see us fight. I ken tha' it was no' personal, but Nox willna ever trust me. Dinnae blame her." He kisses the top of your head. "Come oan, Sweetpea. Ye've go tae get ready fer bed. Ye've had a long day."

You sniffle, wiping your face with your sleeve. "Y-yeah. Okay."

He manages to turn your somber mood into something feather light by the time you've cleaned your teeth and washed your face. You slide into bed and fold back the covers invitingly. "You don't have to be a wolf if you don't want to," you offer.

He grins and slides in next to you, clad in just his shirt. "Need a cuddle, do ye?"

You wiggle in close, listening to the way his heart beats, steady and reassuring.

You look up to ask him if he can reach over and turn the light off, but he tips his head down at the same time, and your eyes meet.

The next thing you know, you're pressing your lips to his, slow and inquisitive. He melts for you.

He pulls you closer, and you can feel the hesitancy in his touch, the clutch and release of his fingers when he remembers that you’re not his to take, no matter how much you both might wish that were the case right now. You both pull away at once, the guilt in his eyes a clear mirror of the guilt you feel.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Nah, don’t be. I’m only sorry tha’ we have tae stop.” He sighs and twists to reach for the light without letting go of you. “Wish I was selfish enough tae ask ye tae run away with me.”

“I’m glad you’re not.” It would be hard to say no, if he did ask. Johnny’s sweet, and he was the first to speak up and say that it wasn’t right to trick you, and there’s something broken in each of you that recognizes the other. Falling in love with Johnny would take no work at all. It would be as easy as giving yourself permission to do so.

“If it were just about Price, I’d consider it,” he admits. “Auld bastart doesna deserve you, an I wouldna mind settin’ up in a cottage somewhere, just the two of us. Raise a few pups if ye want ‘em, or dogs and cats and chickens if ye dinnae. But it’s no’ about Price, is it? Ye’ve go’ a whole country that needs ye. Price is a good man, an’ a good king, but he’s no’ as good as you. He doesna always see the whole picture.”

You allow yourself a moment to mull over the romantic daydream of running off with him and living an ordinary, unremarkable life of baking bread and mending clothes and tending to a garden, and then let it go. “I know. It was a vain hope to think I could stay away. I’m just angry. Getting married was supposed to be romantic and exciting, and he ruined it.”

“Ah ken. Dinnae fash, Sweetpea. We’ll all do what we can tae make it right.”

Some combination of his promise, his low, soothing voice and his steady heart beating below your ear lulls you to sleep before long.

When the next morning comes and Johnny goes off on his way, promising to check back in with you later, you get busy. It's not that you're intentionally avoiding John, it's just that there's so much to get caught up on. You request a report on the state of the nation from Kate, and take Farah with you while you search the archives for the last few year's annuals. They're heavy tomes full of tiny writing-- you can feel the headache already forming between your temples at the thought of parsing through them, but you know that there's alot to catch up on. You request an office, and by the time you come tottering out from between the dusty archival stacks, there's one set up for you, one floor beneath your bedroom, looking out on your courtyard. The climbing rose that spreads over the walls outside partially obscure your windows, granting privacy even with the curtains not yet hung.

Farah sets her stack of ledgers on an otherwise empty bookshelf before she prowls around the room. "It must be nice to be queen," she says wryly. "No one has ever moved so fast to follow my command."

"It's certainly one of the perks," you agree. "I'll have to make a list of the books I'd like on hand for reference. And you should add anything you'd like as well. I don't want you to be bored if you feel like you need to be here with me."

"I think you are more or less safe here," Farah says. "But until the Kastovian leaves, I do not believe I will stay far."

"At least see if Ghost or Johnny can come by to give you breaks regularly. It will be tedious work, watching me read all day."

"And who will ensure you take breaks?" Farah asks.

"I've taken a break for years now. I have to catch up."

"Knight Commander Keller asked me to run his men through some drills this afternoon. You'll come with me. You can read in the sunlight as easily as you can here."

"Good idea. I'd like to speak with the guards too-- I'll interview all the Castle staff, eventually, but I can start anywhere. If Knight Commander Keller has concerns I'd like to know."

Farah gives you a long look. “You’re planning something.”

You flash an innocent smile. “Now Farah, what would make you say that?”

She quirks an eyebrow and gestures to the stacks of books you’ve dragged up from the archive. “And I heard you and John had a fight last night.”

Castle gossip travels fast. “I wouldn’t call it a fight. John made it clear how little he respects me, and I made it clear what the price for that disrespect is. I’m not going to let him push me around. He may be under the impression that because I didn’t fuss over the wedding that I’m going to roll over for everything he asks, but he is sorely mistaken.” The steel in your voice surprises you— You’ve never been a forceful person. You’ve opted to be kind and accommodating in all matters for most of your life, but this matter with John requires niether. Handling John requires digging in your heels and showing him that he’s made a mistake, treating you like a silly little girl who doesn’t know what she wants.

You made yourself clear before, and he didn’t listen. Now your objectives have changed with your position. Becoming queen was not something you wanted, but now that you are, you’re going to remind John at every step that you were raised for this role. That this is your castle, that this is your kingdom.

If he wishes to be king, he needs to act as your partner. If he can’t handle that, you’ll show him how little power a prince consort really has.

Farah nods, eyes smiling. “I am glad to hear it, your majesty.”

“It’s just important for me to know what’s going on before I insert myself into affairs of state. I’ll let John revel in his unhappy victory for a week or two.”

Someone knocks on the door, so Farah answers it, opening it wide for a huge bouquet of flowers with a pair of legs wearing the staff uniform. “His majesty sends his regards,” a young man’s voice says through the assortment of flowers and greenery.

The bouquet is beautiful, pink and yellow roses, white lilies, purple iris and a spray of tiny blue forget-me-nots tucked into every gap. You direct him to set it on the low table set between the chairs by the window, frowning.

If John had sent flowers he’d chosen himself, you would see this as a sweet gesture, but there’s no way he did more than issue an order, and anger bubbles up in your stomach like acid. He understands you so little, and had the audacity to say he loved you last night. He has no idea what the word means.

“These are much to beautiful for me to keep all to myself,” you say diplomatically. “Would you mind fetching me a vase, once you’ve had a chance to catch your breath? I’ll take my favourites out and then the rest can go to the dining room. I’m sure John would appreciate them being somewhere we can both enjoy them.” You drift to the tray of refreshments that someone had left for you, and pour the young man a glass of water. “Sit, if you need to. This must have been quite heavy.”

He turns red, accepting the glass of water with a stumbled over string of words that approximated to a thank you, and tells you his name when you ask. “Lucas, ma’am. I mean your grace. Your majesty.”

At a stretch, he might be sixteen, but you suspect thirteen or fourteen, by the way his voice cracks. Probably the son of one of the other staff members, but it irks you to see children working. Helping around their own homes is one thing, but working for coin? It hardly seems right. Children from more affluent families would be in lessons right now, learning history and arithmetic, not running all over the castle carrying a flower arrangement that’s nearly as wide as Lucas is tall.

“Can you read and write, Lucas?” you ask.

“No ma’am. I mean your highness.”

“Ma’am is fine, Lucas. How old are you?”

“Nearly fourteen,” he says, puffing out his thin chest slightly.

“Nearly grown up then, aren’t you?” It would insult him if you called him a child. There’s a few faint hairs on his upper lip that you’re certain he’s quite proud of. “Are there a lot of others your age working here?”

“A few, ma’am. Not many. Mrs. Fanshawe won't hire anyone under sixteen unless they've got family here-- My dad works in the gardens. I help."

You nod. "Do you like it?"

He spends about ten minutes chatting about propagating roses before he remembers that you're the queen and runs off again to get the vase you asked for.

Farah gives you a funny look while you select out a few of the flowers to keep. "What?" you ask.

"You care about the people that work here," she says. "Personally, not abstractly. It's nice to see."

"Why wouldn't I? These are the people who do all the work that runs the country. The kitchens, the gardens, the cleaning staff, the clerks and archivists-- nothing John or any other head of state or lord does is possible without the assistance of everyone that works for them."

"Most do not have the ability to see things so clearly."

It's easy to see things clearly now that you've spent so much time away-- You cared before, in a way, as much as you could, but the isolation and fear kept you from forging real connections. Things are different now. You're different.

Lucas returns with the vase and carts the larger arrangement away, and you arrange the handful of flowers while you mull over how you want to approach the data before you. Starting with the latest volume will give you a grasp of the state of things more quickly, but there is a benefit to starting further back and tracking the trends through the years too. You decide to start back further, and are just cracking into the oldest volume you gathered when John walks in.

“Commander Karim, could you give us a moment?” John asks.

Farah looks to you, and when you nod, she steps out into the hall, giving John a scornful look as she passes him.

John casts about the room, his eyes landing on the vase on your desk. He frowns. “Are those the flowers I sent you?”

“I don’t know, John. You tell me.”

“You’re angry with me.”

You stand up behind the desk, pushing your chair back impatiently. “Yes. What do you want?”

“I want to make things right between us.”

“Do you? Or do you just want me to forgive you and act like nothing is wrong?”

“Sweetpea, I know I haven’t been fair to you, but it was—”

“For the greater good? To stop my cousin? Because you didn’t trust me to do what was necessary if you just had a conversation with me?”

“I couldn’t risk it. Sweetpea, it wasn’t personal—”

You have to clench your fists to keep yourself from throwing the vase at his head. “Not personal?” you snap. “John, this is my life. You took everything from me, and you have the gall to say it’s not personal?”

He holds up his hands defensively. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then say it plainly, Johnathan Price. You didn’t think about how I’d feel at all. You didn’t care. And now you reap the reward of your actions. Are you happy?”

“Of course not! I want to fix this. I want you to be happy.”

You laugh at that. “Liar. You still don’t have the guts to be honest. Now, unless you’d like me to bend over my desk so you can mount me again, I don’t think we have any further business.”

His eyes spark with anger. “Is that how you want this to be?”

“No! I wanted a husband that loves me. I wanted a husband that respects me. And you don’t. So either do the only thing I can rely on you to do and fuck me, or get out.” You haven’t raised your voice, but the silence that follows makes your ears ring.

He strides around the desk and spins you around to face him, kicking the chair out of the way. His eyes blaze with anger as he boxes you in, his whole broad body tense. He reaches out to cup your jaw with one hand, and you flinch away from the contact reflexively. You don’t think John would hurt you, not like that, but your body remembers the damage an angry man can do, and braces you for it.

He reels back a step, anger turning to confusion and guilt. “I wouldn’t—”

“I know,” you say quickly. If he tries to reassure you there’s a good chance you’ll cry, and you can’t afford the show of weakness. It would undermine everything you’re trying to prove to him. “I know. Just go, please. Tell Farah I need a moment alone.”

You wait until the door clicks shut behind him before you let yourself fall to pieces.

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It was a real honour to have @folyxfanart work on this for me. To say that her artwork is stunning is simply an understatement. It is so much more ❤️

I’m about to be rather vulnerable as this piece is something close to my heart. For the past few months and counting, I’ve been writing a crossover Leon x Reader fic where I placed Resident Evil characters in the universe of Vampire: The Masquerade. It’s been a real rollercoaster ride and pretty much my biggest project to-date, which started out as me just wanting to write about two fandoms I love for myself. I am my own worst critic and each week pressing that ‘Post’ button is unimaginably nerve-wrecking. 

That said, commissioning Folyx has been such a dream. It was so nice to indulge in something without any judgment, and her creativity and dedication is like a breath of fresh air. She drew RE2R Leon as the Toreador vampire I gave life to and his ‘Angel’ — a version of Reader whom he Embraced (*I usually treat her as a soft OC in my stories).

Toreadors in love? What’s new, most say. Well, these two have certainly been on a helluva journey, and have more trials and tribulations to face. There’s something comforting is seeing them finally accept themselves and each other, exchanging and consuming vitae, lost yet found in their better half’s arms.

A thousand thanks, Folyx, it is everything and beyond that I could’ve ever asked for! 🙏

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Connected~ Chapter 1

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Bangchan x Fem!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; Lumi had been a trainee at JYPE for years. Having entered the company a couple years after Chris the two became good friends, maybe even more. As she watched her best friend finally achieved his dream, the distance between them grew. With her debut date finally set in stone, will the two be able to rekindle their flame or will the connection between them falter?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, smut, old friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous Bangchan, Reader is an OC, Mentions of unhealthy dieting(forced by the company), Reader is three years younger than Chan (‘00 liners unite!!)

~October, 2015~

It was late, far too late for the two of them to be awake, and yet here they were.

The sound of rain was loud against the roof of the old building belonging to the company. Chris was sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the couch in the corner of the room, working diligently on his laptop with a pair of headphones sat atop his head.

Lumi stood in the middle of the room, chest heaving as she finished running through the routine for that month’s evaluation for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Frustration coursed through her as she stripped off the loose tshirt she wore and threw it at the mirrored wall with a groan, her normally sweet rosy scent souring and smelling of fermented rose water.

The noise combined with the change of her scent caused the Aussie teen to pause his music program and slip the headphones off his head to rest around his neck. “Woah there- maybe put that back on before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea, yeah?” Lumi raised a hand to flip him off, while also walking to pick up the discarded shirt and slip it back on. “S’not like I was naked or anything I had a sports bra on-“ she grumbled, huffing as she leaned against the wall before slowly sliding down to sit against the cool hardwood floor.

Chris sat his laptop down beside him and fully took the headphones off to join her where she sat across the room from him. “Come on….what’s got you so worked up. You usually don’t stress about monthly evaluations like this. Especially dance- spill it.” Lumi sighed, hating how well the older teen could read her.

She ran her hands across her face, shaking her head hoping that it would clear her overthinking like an etchesketch. “It’s been so long, Christopher- what if they never plan to debut me? What if the second I misstep they use that as a reason to drop me all together?” She said, eyes stinging with tears as she glared defiantly at the floor in front of them.

Chris shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Geez this must be seriously bothering you to call me Christopher-“ without a second thought he grabbed hold of the girl’s ankle and pulled her so she was sat in front of him, his warm vanilla scent wrapping around the young dancer. “Chris what the-“ her eyes were wide, his strong scent causing her mind to grow slightly fuzzy around the edges. She looked at him, her cheeks beginning to heat up at the way he handled her so effortlessly.

The older placed his hands on her shoulders, locking eyes and leaning in so that Lumi could practically feel his breath fanning over her face as he spoke, she fought the urge to nuzzle her face into his neck and inhale his scent more deeply. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’re gonna do fine, you’ll be placed in a group any day now I just know it. You are too talented not to.” His words seemed to go over her head, her heartbeat racing and her mind only able to process how close he was to her face like this. “PD-nim would be absolutely idiotic not to debut you. We’ve been over this so many times before, Lumi.”

Nodding slowly, his words began to sink in as the shock of the close proximity wore off and her nerves began to settle in once more. “You’re one to talk…you’re pretty much set to debut. You’ve got it all, Chris- you can sing, dance, rap, and you’re one of the best producers here. You always ace all of your evaluations, JYP thinks you’re special.” Just as Chris was about to deny her words, she sat up on her knees in front of him and became defensive. “I’ve heard him say it! Don’t even try with me, Christopher.” The boy winced and let out an awkward laugh. “Two Christophers in less than an hour- you wound me.” He teased, poking at her chest lightly though it caused her to sit back on her heels and stare at him blankly.

The older sighed, reaching out and pulling her into a warm embrace. “Chris I’m all sweaty from practice-“ she squealed, struggling to get away though it made him hold tighter and laugh maniacally. “As if that’s bothered either of us before? Let me looovveee you~” he sing-songed the last bit, rubbing her back in soothing circles while the sweet smell of roses returned and melted together with his sugary warm vanilla as she relaxed against his chest.

The two teenagers stayed like that for a while, just listening to each others breathe, taking in the mix of their scents that had come to smell like home to the two teens. Lumi seeming to be focused on committing the older’s heartbeat to memory before she eventually pulled away, looking at him with a bitter sweet expression. “Thank you for trying to cheer me up…I just- this uncertainty is killing me.” He nodded, pulling his knees to his chest. “Me too, Lumi….trust me you aren’t alone. I know everyone around here thinks so highly of me but-“ “that just makes the possible failure that much scarier.” She finished for him, taking one of his hands into hers and giving it a soft squeeze.

~April, 2017~

Making her way down the halls to the little studio where her best friend did most of his production work, Lumi felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest.

Once face to face with the door separating herself from what she assumed would be the three young producers usually holed up in the small room, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe any longer. Quickly, before she could overthink it and run the other way, she raised her hand and knocked rapidly at the wood until her knuckles felt sore.

A groggy Han Jisung answered the door, looking her over while blinking the sleep from his vision. Once she was no longer a blur to his eyes, the teen smirked and leaned in the doorway. “Lumi! Did you come here to see me?” He said with a raise of a brow. The girl laughed softly and shook her head, the beta teen slightly lightening her mood with his usual antics and his sweet sugary coffee scent seemed to overpower the slightly wilted smell of her own rosy scent. “No, Hanji….I’m here to see Chris, but I don’t mind seeing you too.” She reached up to pat him on the cheek, causing the boy to fluster and his scent to spike and become sickeningly sweet almost. His earlier confidence seemed to falter as he stumbled to move aside and let the omegan dancer enter.

Lumi stepped into the small room and her eyes landed on the alpha in question. “Lumi! Come, come I have news!” The Aussie said excitedly and patted his lap for her to take a seat.

With the limited space in the studio, this was a normal occurrence whenever she would come to visit. Either she would end up crammed on the couch beside one of three or sat on their lap. Sure, Chris was her best friend, but over the years Lumi had become close with the other members of 3racha and so being close with them in that way didn’t feel awkward to any of them. Even with Jisung’s playful flirting, Lumi would either tease him or flirt in return while watching the other turn bright red and causing one or more of them to giggle at how quickly his demeanor would change and how shy he truly was. It was like they were their own little unofficial pack.

She made her way over and sat down on Chris’s lap carefully, turning to look at him with a nervous smile. His warm vanilla scent surrounded her and managed to calm her nerves slightly while he rested his chin on her shoulder and looked up with soft brown eyes. “I um- have some news too? Well- maybe…” The older beamed as he took her hands in his. “Do you wanna go first?” Seeing how excited he looked to share his news, Lumi shook her head. “No no, it can wait. Tell me yours first.”

When the words left his lips, she felt her heart sink like a rock to the pit of her stomach. “We are being put on a survival show- we could get to debut soon!” Lumi tried to school her expression, to not come off disappointed or unenthusiastic, hoping her scent would not betray her true feelings towards the news. “Oh my gosh- really? Thats- that is good news!” She looked between the three of them before throwing her arms around the oldest and held on tightly. “I told you that your time would come- you’re too special not to.”

Lumi pulled back slightly and that was when the other two in the room spoke up with protests of where their congratulatory hugs were. With a roll of her eyes, the dancer rose from Chris’ lap and first gave Changbin a hug, ruffling his hair and causing her fellow omega to shout with his disapproval of the movement though his scent told a different story as fresh berries and a warm sweet cream to fill the air around her. Then, Lumi pulled the youngest into her arms and gave an exaggeratedly loud kiss to his cheek which caused the tips of his ears to turn a dark shade of pink and the smell of freshly brewed coffee to fill the room and overpower the others scents slightly.

Before she could embarrass the younger anymore, Chris pulled her back to him. His arms came to wrap around her middle, holding her comfortably in his lap. “So what was your news?” Her eyes widened slightly, remembering what it was she had came there to talk to him about. “Oh- that? Just that I finally got that new dance down that I was trying to learn!”

He smiled, tilting his head to the side as a confused expression laced itself behind his eyes though he didn’t question her further despite his normal warm vanilla smelling a bit muddled with his doubt to her story swimming in his head. He would just have to trust that if it was something serious, the omega would tell him what it was eventually. “Okay? Well I’m glad you got it down, baby. I knew you could, you stress about dance too much for how easily it comes to you. Do you wanna hear what we’ve been working on lately?” She nodded, welcoming a distraction as the alpha turned the chair so that they were facing the sound board and moved a hand from her waist to press a couple different keys and soon music filled the small studio and thoughts of the not so distant future were pushed to the back of her mind.

It had been a week since the show began filming, Lumi had seen less and less of her best friend in the month leading up to the show as he assembled his group and worked on spending time getting to know them and work on preparing for everything to come.

She couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter as she watched who she considered her pack in her heart, distancing themselves from her whether it was unintentional or not she felt as if part of her soul had been ripped from her. The nail in the coffin was when she caught wind that they had officially became a pack just before the show wrapped. Lumi felt hopelessly stuck, and pushed aside by those closest to her. With no pack, and no debit date in sight, her mind was made up.

That brought her to where she was, sat in a conference room with fluorescent lights beaming down and causing a light nervous sweat to break out on the back of her neck. “So, Ms. y/l/n, are you sure about this?” Lumi nodded, taking a deep but shaky breath. “Yes, I’m sure. This- this is what I want.” The businessman in front of her gave a warm smile, watching as she signed the small stack of papers in front of her before extending a hand to her. The dancer shook the hand, a small smile on her lips in return as she looked up at him. “Welcome to KQ entertainment. We look forward to working with you.”

~July, 2024~

Lumi couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

She stood on stage, lights dark as they stayed in position while waiting for the music to start. They had already filmed the first half of their debut stage, which involved Mani and herself playing instruments rather than dancing.

While she was somewhat confident in the performance, the omega knew that this was her time to really shine. Being able to showcase her dancing abilities to the audience, to express how the music made her feel as she moved effortlessly to the beat.

Once the music began, it was like she was taken over by the sound. She could feel the air around her almost transform her as she danced, a mix of both poised and sharp movements that followed to the beat for the most part, though at some points switched to match the lyrics to add emphasis to their meaning.

The teachers at KQ had been right when they said that writing and producing their own music would help her choreograph better, and that she would feel more connected to the music. She was so grateful for everything they had done for her, though it wasn’t easy.

It felt like it could never last long enough, adrenaline pumping through her veins and causing the sweet smell of roses to flood the stage and mix with the rum spice and orchid of her fellow member. Once the song came to an end, and she found the camera pan in close to her face she tried to calm her breathing, giving the camera a wink before hold up half a heart to her cheek with one hand while the other waved cutely to the audience both in the room with them and watching from various different streaming services through the lens of the camera.

Everything moved so quickly afterwards. The two omegas were ushered off stage along with their backup dancers, staff handing them water bottles and patting their faces and necks gently with paper towels to absorb the sweat that had formed there during the performance. Stylists were quickly touching up any smudged makeup or hairs out of place.

Looking over at Mani, both girls burst into fits of giggles as the adrenaline was still rushing through them not allowing the excitement to fade. “I cannot believe we just did our first performance as a group- can you believe it?” Lumi said while bouncing on the balls of her feet, effectively annoying the poor stylist trying to reapply her lipgloss.

The older of the two shook her head at her overexcited behavior, though her smile gave away how fondly she regarded the dancer. “It still doesn’t feel real…like any moment we will wake up and be back at lessons still preparing for this.” Lumi nodded in agreement and sighed dreamily as the stylists finished up and started bringing them back to the green room to do some filming for their social medias before they had to go back out for an interview with the MC’s of the show.

As they were walking down the hall, chatting amongst each other about how unbelievable it was that they were officially idols and how they thought the first performance had gone.

Lumi was laughing at Mani’s over exaggerated recreation of her ending fairy, playfully teasing the pink haired omega, when she ended up making direct eye contact with someone she had not thought about running into in such a situation.

Bangchan was exiting the stray kids green room, leading the way to the stage with his members following behind when their eyes locked. It wasn’t possible, was it? All these years and he had been under the impression that his best friend, the one closest to him during his trainee days, had simply dropped off the face of the earth.

He liked to imagine that she had opened a dance studio somewhere and was teaching the thing she loved most, a life away from the stress they had both undergone as trainees.

Chan never would have guessed that they were an idol.

With the stress of the survival show, being the leader of a group and eventually a pack, and then everything that came after the show wrapped up and they were set to debut, it was unfortunately too late by the time he had found out his best friend had left the company.

They wouldn’t tell him why or how she had left, just that she was gone.

Over the years he had always kept an eye out, any new group to come out he would look to see if she would appear. After about the fifth year of waiting, watching, hoping…he had given up and that was when he had come to the conclusion that the omega must have left the trainee and idol life behind to pursue another dream.

But seeing her now, the smell of sweet summer roses wrapping around him and causing his mind to fog after not being in her presence for so long. She looked slightly different since the last time he had seen her.

Her hair was died a bright pink, and she seemed to have filled out since their teenage years. The omega was still a bit shorter than him but the curves of her body were more noticeable. It didn’t help that the outfit she had on seemed to accentuate them even more with the light blue corset overtop the flowy white fabric of the dress she wore that hit her at about mid thigh.

The alpha was stopped in his tracks at the sight of her, causing Jisung to run into his back where he had been following behind the older. “Hyung what are you-“ the beta started to whine at the hold up until he followed the oldest’s gaze to see the familiar face that had caused the alpha to freeze to his spot. “Lumi?”

At the sound of Jisung’s voice, she seemed to snap out of the trance she was in and a shy smile found it’s way to her face instead of the look she wore previously which was something like a deer caught in the headlights stare. “Hi Hanji-“ she waved lightly, feeling awkward seeing them after so many years of no contact.

Without hesitation the rapper was pulling her in for a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck causing one of their stylists to shout at him not to ruin his makeup before they went on stage. “I can’t believe you’re here! Where have you been? Where did you go?! I’ve missed you so much- and not just me Channie hyung and Changbin hyung too!” The omega couldn’t help but giggle as the beta rambled while squeezing her tightly as if she would disappear if he were to let go.

“Hanji breath, baby.” She laughed, shaking her head while carefully petting the back of his head as to not mess up his hair. “I’ve missed you too, it’s so nice to see you.” Lumi pulled away slightly to look into his soft brown eyes. “You’ve changed so much-“ the dancer said almost breathlessly. “We all did.” Came the heavy aussie accented voice. Warm vanilla flooded her senses and made her feel lightheaded as she turned to the alpha who the scent belonged to. “Chris….I-“

Lumi tried to find the words to say, after seven years of no contact, of longing to hear from him but telling herself he would be too busy to bother with her, telling herself he wouldn’t remember or care. Now he looked at her with eyes that held so much longing, confusion, disbelief, and what she could only describe as hurt. “Where did you go….” Was all he said and before she could answer the rest of the pack made their way out and into the hallway.

“Did I hear Jisung right, Lumi is here?” Came Changbin’s booming voice before he made it to where one Han Jisung was still clinging to her like a life line. “Hi Binnie-“ her voice came out so small, still feeling Chan’s gaze boring into her soul as if trying to find the answers to all of his questions himself. “Oh my gosh our baby!” He squealed before ripping her away from Han’s embrace and into one of his own.

“Holy shit Bin you are so-“ The omega blushed lightly as she was squished by his muscular arms. “You’ve been working out, Jesus Christ-“ Lumi said with a chuckle as she nuzzled into the older omega’s hold. “I missed you so much!”

She tried to ignore Chan’s stare for the time being, letting herself get enveloped by the sweet smell of fresh berries and whipped cream while giggling at Han Jisung’s pouty face over the older rapper’s shoulder.

After a while, not missing the whisperings of the other members about her presence, the managers began ushering them towards the stage. “Alright everyone we are gonna be late you are needed on stage now for your performance.” They called loudly causing Changbin to huff but ultimately let go and follow their orders.

Almost as if snapping back to reality, Chan became frantic as he called out loudly over the managers while being herded towards the stage. “Don’t go anywhere! Please! I’ll find you when we are done- please don’t leave again!” He said, the tone in his voice stinging your heart so sharp you felt as if the breath had been knocked out of you, though you nodded to him in confirmation. “I won’t-“ it came as a whisper but Chan heard it, a bright smile full of hope spreading across his face. “I’ll hold you to that.” Was the last thing he said before jogging off with the rest of his pack to the stage.

“Um, Lumi?” Came Mani’s voice from her side. “What was that all about? And how do you know Stray kids?” Her eyes widened, realizing that in trying to bury the hurt she had for leaving her friends and joining KQ she had neglected to tell anyone of her relationship to the three producers of the now wildly popular boy group. “Oh uh….about that?” She responded, rubbing the back of her neck anxiously.

author’s note; SURPRISE!! I decided to post this earlier than I said before teehee- originally this chapter was a bit longer but I decided to leave off with a mini cliffhanger and add it to the next chapter~ I really hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it! And look forward to my partner Ceres story stating their oc Mani who happens to be in this fic as well~ they happen in this same universe so if you ever wanna see another side to things go check it out once they post it! (And their other works as well they are so talented and deserve more recognition-)

taglist; open (lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist for this fic)

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Sunday Sketches! Some of these are old some are recent

The daycare was from me trying to figure out Nightmare’s and Dream’s Daycare by redrawing the original

The characters consist of some of my little au ideas! Gosh I love my little guys

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Should I write a Fem! Bracken OC × Benjicot Blackwood fic?

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Baking weekends : The surprise

Those gifs do not belong to me.

Heyyyyy! How are you lots ? As promised, here comes another episode of the baking week ends ! This follows up the event of "An hymne to love", as well as the last espisode, "Kiss the cook".

Anyway... Hope you enjoy !

Froggit-

Warning : there's a lot of fluff, mention of making out in the tardis. English is not my first language.

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The grocery store seemed to be way too full for a Saturday morning. Paying for the few articles you had in your basket, you got out, frantically searching for your car. There was so little time until the doctor and Clara came back from another of their adventures.

Driving as fast as the law allowed you, you pulled up to your small cottage, sprinting toward your house, paper bags in hand. Your coat was quickly put on a hanger as your shoes went flying in the entry. 

Washing your hands conscientiously, you tried to get your plan straight one more time, making sure nothing was missing. 

You had wanted to surprise the Doctor for a long while now. Back when Amy and Rorry were still traveling with you, a brilliant idea had come to you in the form of a red recipe book. The cover was old and titled with circles and other intricate designs you soon realized, was Gallifreyan. Having seen the notes the doctor tended to leave in the console room for repairs the Tardis needed, it was only ever so obvious.

For the sake of this recipe, you had to go to small markets while on another planet, wanting to find every single ingredient of what the doctor had stated to be his favorite dessert back home. Finally opening the book, you couldn’t help yourself, and shed a tear as you saw the numerous yellow sticky notes on every page, annotations left by Donna, your previous self older sister.

"How can I be sure he ain't as rotten as the last one?" 

Donna was upset to be keeped from such an important part of your life. If you were honest, you were sad to not be able to share it, but it was either that or losing her once more.

On that day, you had asked for her help, but she wanted to know more about that brilliant 

stranger you said changed you in better ways.

"Do you reckon I would be baking for him if he weren't important?"

"Cor blimey, you two had been goin’ out for bleedin’ three years, and I still never met the bloke!"

“I told you he traveled an awful lot.” you let out passing by the radio and changing the station.

“Just spill it if he's scared of meeting mom.” She let out with a small laugh. You could only do the same, bumping her with your hip as you did so.

You missed her dearly, her and her sassy comebacks. Since your new “Regeneration” you haven't been able to see her. What would she even say ? She didn’t know this version of you, you didn’t even look the same, and putting her life at risk would be irresponsible. You had just hopped that may be one day you would meet her once more. 

Putting up some energetic music, you wore your apron and got to work, sleeves put up to the elbow. The adventure only truly started now, something you waited so long to put up.

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The doctor and Clara had been off all day, the brunette insisting on going a little longer, still waiting for your signal. The timelord was starting to be suspicious of Claras behavior, wondering what got his companion so energized for such a long adventure, he even was starting to wonder if she wasn’t a clone trying to keep him from earth longer than normal. 

But like the over-excited traveler he was, he couldn’t put down the offer, for all he knew, he was expected back at your cottage by the end of afternoon. Today was a busy day for you, and even if he wanted to have taken you with them, you insisted for them to spend some time together. It saddened him of course, none the less he understood today wasn’t a good day to go off with her.

Right now, the doctor was admiring a beautiful fez he had found within the small shop he and Clara came across, visiting a brand new planet. Soon enough he felt his shoulder being tapped on by the said girl, a tired smile visibly drawing itself on her lips. Asking the doctor to take her home, Clara had just closed her phone, saving it in her back pocket.  

After buying the fez, he seemed proud as he pushed the levers on the console. Rocking his new hat, Clara only could wonder if he would ever come across one without having to put it on. Even if she didn’t dream of seeing him less happy, she wanted the surprise that awaited him back home would light him up even brighter. 

With the Brunette back at her apartment, the doctor had no patience in waiting some more and launched the Tardis. Soon, his foot touched the vast landing of grass, still illuminated as the sun slowly hid behind the clouds.

Without any hesitation, his hand found the ringing bell of the small cottage, his heart pounding harder and harder as the seconds got by. 

Passing your head by the now unlocked window, the doctor seemed to ignite, happy to finally be back. “Darling, the door is open! Come on in!” Your hair was a mess, your glasses hanging from around your neck, beautifully portrayed by the light of the setting sun highlighting your figure. Smiling at you, the doctor entered the house, coming practically 10 seconds later face to face with you. “Well, welcome home Sweetheart”.

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“I told you to not cheat! close those beautiful eyes before I smack you.”

The doctor was too curious to wait for the surprise you had put up for him. And right now, all he wanted was to take a tiny peak. But knowing how serious you could be about those things, he didn’t jocked around long before closing his eyes.

Soon you entered the room, a beautiful cake in your hands. Its sunny color, outshining the yellow of your apron. Slowing placing the cake before the Doctor. You gently brushed his shoulder. “Doctor, you can open them… ”

Finally letting go of his face, the man thought he was dreaming. Before him stood something that was supposed to be long gone, never to be seen again. And as he admired the wonderful pâtisserie, he couldn’t help but notice it wasn't just any Gallifreyan cake; it was a homemade one. 

Both his hearts skipped a beat as he realized the significance of the gesture. Turning to his wife with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, he couldn't help but smile.

"Did you...?" he started, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You couldn’t help but beamed with pride when you saw the love in his eyes. "Yes, Doctor. I thought since you couldn't go back to Gallifrey yet, I'd bring a little piece of it to you."

The Doctor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he looked at the cake, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of your gesture. At this moment, all he could think of was how much he loved you, and how much you meant.

Taking a deep breath to steady his emotions, the Doctor rose from his chair, wrapping both arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, trying to hide his tears as they got out of control. Pulling you into a tight yet comforting hug, all he could muster was a soft “Thank you” thick with all the love he could let out. "This... means more to me than you could ever know."

Your hand was now passing on his back, soothing him as much as you could. Your other tangled itself with his soft hair as you stood there for another minute. You never wanted this embrace to end. But as you pulled slightly away, you could only see how much the doctor truly meant every word.

With a gentle smile, you reached down, your hand slowly cradling his cheek as you leaned in softly, closing the distance between them. Your breath mingled, warm yet sweet as your lips brushed together in a soft yet passionate kiss. But as you parted, the doctor only tried to reach for your lips, making you snort softly at the surprised look on his face.

“I do believe we still have to taste the cake, now don’t we?”

“I- … yes”

“We will continue… this after…-”

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And to say you had outdone yourself was an understatement. You would have expected it to taste funny with the numerous strange ingredients you had to add. It was heavenly, and by the doctor's face, you could only tell he was enjoying every second of it.

“Is it any good ?” Serving yourself another portion.

"Blimey, love! This... this is fantastic! Haven't had a nibble like this in eons... It's not just good, it's utterly brilliant! Delicious doesn't even begin to describe it!" He answered, still trying to shove more cake in his mouth.

Your cheeks flared up, genuinely happy, and proud you had done such good work. In the beginning, you feared it wouldn’t have the same taste as the one that existed back home, and you felt relieved that the doctor could recognize a fond memory in it.

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It was safe to say, the cake did not survive long enough. You and the doctor, now cuddling in the softness of the Tardis covers.  

After the cake had been devoured, you had to have a turn. The thankful kisses you gave one another, turned into a heated session of making out against the tardis console, his fingerprints still lingering on your inner thighs. And just like that it was you and him against the world once more. 

His fingers passed through your short ginger hair as a comfortable silence installed itself. You looked up at him and could tell he had some questions about the whole surprise.

“You have a lot of questions don’t you ?”

“I always do…”

“Ask away then, I know you’re curious.”

Shifting slightly closer, the doctor leaned onto his elbow, making his face right above you. “How long did this take you ?”

Your hand reaching out for his jaw, you pulled a small but sad grin. “I started trying back when Amy was still traveling with us. Unfortunately, I died shortly after so… been planning longer than our wedding. ” 

The doctor laughed slightly with you, remembering the chaotic moment. “And the recipe? Where did you find it? The Tardis database is still written in Gallifreyan as far as I’m aware of- ”

“No such trouble when you have learned to read it.”

“What..?”

“Why so surprised? Did you think I would traverse the universe for eons and not try to embrace your culture? What sort of wife would I be ?”

And just when he thought he couldn’t love you more, he did. His hearts swelled with pride as he looked into your eyes. Caressing your cheek, he kissed your forehead, brushing away some strands of hair still in the way.

“You truly are remarkable (Y/N).....”

“It goes both ways my Bowtie maniac.”

And as the sun rose again on the Tardis, the two lovers intertwined once more, laying one against another as close as you could, afraid time might slip by and take you both apart.

You couldn’t have dreamed of a better outcome.

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Bonus : 

“I knew Clara was up to something!” Complained the time lord only now realizing why his companion was so indecisive about where to land.

“Only figured now she had to keep you busy while I was baking?”

“That’s an awful trickery-”

“As far as I’m aware, if you hadn't been off, you wouldn’t have this wonderful fez of yours, now would you ?” Turning around him you swiftly took the red hat off his head, putting it on your own.

“Oi, mine-” He quickly tried to retrieve it, but knowing you it could be easy or involve a lot of running.

Dodging his hand, you took the opportunity to run off in the Tardis corridors singing “Nope, mine now!” as you ran across the control room.

“(Y/N)! ” The doctor was slightly panicked but it was just a matter of time before all of it evolved into laughter. 

[ang3lwithapen]

MC coming from a small village where everyone knows everyone. Where everyone looks out for one another and helps each other. MC was feeling out of place in London, it's big and people are rude, but now they're in the country side and the siblings and any other employees are their village. OF COURSE they're going to protect them, it feels like home.

Just thoughts in my brain when I'm sleepy and weepy 😭

Anon owww 🥹🥹 i love this view and your take on your MC. Really adore this.

[boomteea]

pyre but splatoon～

[2tarbell]

2TARBELL’s !READER PLAYLISTS

a collection of songs i feel represent my reader ocs <3

TWEE!READER — playlist highlights!

i. Thoroughfare ✶ Ethel Cain

ii. Step On Me ✶ The Cardigans

iii. Please Please Please ✶ Fiona Apple

full playlist link!

KOOK!READER — playlist highlights!

i. Say It Right ౨ৎ Nelly Furtado

ii. Your Love Is My Drug ౨ৎ Kesha

iii. Kiss It Better ౨ৎ Rihanna

full playlist link!

[thehaw-k]

The Cat & The Mouse: Prolouge

Benedict Bridgerton x OC reader

summary: Josette Barham was raised by Lady Danbury from the age of 5, now at the large (and late) age of 19, Josette is set to debut.

a/n: this is low key like a prologue, juicy stuff happens next chapter I promise :) I’m aging Simon down tremendously, present day is set during season 2 where Josette is 19 and Simon is 3 years older so he is 22. I know that would technically be like Colin’s age, but we’re just going to ignore it bc idgaf. also so sorry if my regency language isn’t good, i tried lmao.

warnings: orphan lol

face claim: Jackie Wyers (with red hair specifically, during her Bridgerton & Titanic tutorials) ⬇️

14 years ago: age 5

“Auntie Danbury, when will mama and father be here?” You ask tugging on the poor woman’s dress.

“Patience, my dear child, is a virtue.” She says swatting your hand away, “Go run along and continue playing with Simon, I will have your maid fetch you when they arrive.”

Hugging the woman you’ve always known as your aunt, you run back into the garden and find the boy you’ve always considered your sibling, despite not being related in any capacity.

“Excuse me, Lady Danbury” Kent, one of her closest staff says interrupting her watchful eye on the children. “I’m afraid I have bad news regarding Mister and Lady Barham’s carriage.”

Taking a second to process what he said she looks him in the eyes.

“Go on and say it then,”

“I think it best if we step indoors for this conversation.”

Sighing at the anxiety now resting in her belly, Lady Danbury takes a final look at the children in the garden then back to Kent. Nodding, she follows the man inside.

“Give me my flower back! Simon!” You say chasing him throughout seemingly endless rows of flowers.

Finally catching him, you take the flower back and you both begin laughing. Now looking for Lady Danbury’s recognition, you’re both shocked to see her absence.

“Where’d she go?” You ask Simon to which he shrugs.

Your relationship with Simon is simple, you talk, he listens. The three year age difference doesn’t allow you to completely understand the fact that he doesn’t talk due to being embarrassed of his stutter, but you don’t mind. Mainly because when Simon is with you, he rarely ever stutters, and if he does it’s not nearly as bad as if he were to talk to his father.

“Should we go find her?” You ask to which he takes a second to think.

Nodding in response, you begin to run off with his approval, but he quickly catches you again.

“Follow after me,” He says quietly to which you both walk carefully to the house.

Sneaking in through the back door, you continue following the boy to the main room.

“What are you saying!?” You hear Lady Danbury lash out towards Kent.

Quickly hiding behind a side table, the two of you continue eavesdropping.

“What I’m saying Lady Danbury, is that the Barhams have been in a fatal carriage crash, they both died upon impact…I am so sorry for your loss.” Kent says pausing before walking away from the woman.

Looking at Simon, the two of you silently agree to sneak away. This is information you weren’t supposed to hear, or at least not yet.

“Simon and Josette, what will I do with the two of you?” Lady Danbury chuckles through the obvious tears pooling in her eyes.

You and Simon freeze in your places. Locking eyes with each other, you both bow your heads in defeat.

“Lady Danbury, you c-caught us…” Simon finally says turning around and walking back towards her with you quickly in pursuit.

“The two of you are not as sneaky as you may believe, I always know.” She says teasingly as she picks you up into her arms.

Looking at Simon who is now below you as you rest your small head on Lady Danbury’s shoulder, her voice quickly catches your attention again.

“Shall we have the help prepare us ice cream for this evening?” She asks causing you to spark up.

“B-but, wouldn’t that ruin our dinner?” Simon asks to which she chuckles.

“Always looking to do the right thing, hm Simon? What if I were to tell you, we could have ice cream, for dinner?”

Looking at Simon, the both of you quickly nod your heads. Chuckling as she leads you to the dining table, your mind can’t help but wander back to what you just heard. Shoving the thought aside, you know Lady Danbury would soon explain everything.

10 years ago: age 9

“Lady Danbury, why does no one want me?” You ask looking at her through the vanity mirror as she brushes your hair.

“Whatever could you mean Miss Josette?”

“I over hear you, when you talk to your advisors…my mother had no other family, and my father’s one and only sister does not wish to take me in. Which is why I’ve been staying with you, but you do not wish to keep me. No one wants me.” Tears now prickling your eyes, Lady Danbury stands you up and looks you in the eyes face to face.

“Josette Barham, do you know why you are not included in those conversations?” She asks, to which you shake your head no.

“Because, those are adult conversations. Now, are you an adult?” She asks again, to which you shake your head no again.

“No you are not. But I will explain, Miss Josette. I am not your true aunt. I was given that title, because your mother and I were the best of friends. She loved me so much, that she felt as if I were a sister to her… now before you were born, a plan was made.”

“A plan?”

“A plan, a plan of what to do incase absolutely anything happened to your father, Marquess Flinn Barham, and your mother, Marchoiness Genevieve Barham. That plan was turned into a contract and that contract said, If anything were to happen to Miss Josette Barham’s parents, that she would be put under the guardianship of Sarah Barham, and if that were not to happen, then you would be put under the guardianship of me, Lady Danbury. Are you following?”

“Yes…so my real aunt Sarah, did not want me?”

“No, your aunt Sarah very much wanted you. But Sarah was unable to provide you with the life your parents wanted you to have. Sarah chose to put you before herself and have you continue to stay with me. She loves you very much, but she is unfit to raise a blooming child, do you understand?”

“Yes. But you do not want me either…I hear you talking to them, you say that I am rabid and that I never listen. But I try! I’ve been trying to do better, but you still tell them I am not good enough…why am I not good enough?” Tears now streaming down your face, Lady Danbury looks at you with a very confused expression. That is until she now understands what you are saying.

“Josette Barham, this is why those are adult conversations. I was not speaking about you, I was telling the servants about the new dog we picked out, do you remember?” She says chuckling at how one simple miscommunication caused you to feel such large feelings.

“Oh…Are you talking about Hairy?” You ask more chipper now.

“Yes, that horrendously trimmed dog, she does not listen!” Lady Danbury says pulling you into her embrace.

Laughing loudly at her exclamation, you lean into her arms.

“Josette, I hope you know, that I would never speak of you that way, do you understand?” She says now pulling you away to look at your face.

“Are you being truthful?” You ask reluctantly.

“When have I lied?” She asks narrowing her eyes.

“Never.”

2 years ago: age 17

“Hello Kent,” You say greeting your favorite servant as you step out of the carriage.

“Miss Barham, lovely to see you again. Lady Danbury is waiting for you in the dining room. We shall bring your belongings up shortly.”

“Thank you,” You say walking past him and into your childhood home.

“Ah, there you are! How have you been?” Lady Danbury greets as she was walking into the dining room.

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. I absolutely adore France.”

“I knew you would, now come sit we’re about to start dinner.” She says walking away.

Admiring the art on the walls and the nostalgic decorations, you contentfuly sigh. Not having been in your childhood home in 2 years, you happily make your way to the dining room.

“Simon!?” You all but screech as you lay your eyes at the table in front of you.

“Josie! You’re here?” He says getting up and greeting you.

“No, I’m in your imagination.” You respond playfully as you embrace your brother.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says letting you go.

“Okay, okay, enough greetings, come sit I have not seen either of you in months and I miss my children.” Lady Danbury says.

You and Simon sit across from each other at the end of the table where Lady Danbury sits at the head.

“So, It is your holiday breaks and they’ve finally lined up to meet at the same time. Usually I’m the one having to visit the both of you, so please tell me everything.” The three of you grin at each other before Simon decides to go first.

“…Anyways, I do not wish to sit here and talk your heads off, Josie what have you been up too?” Simon asks as he takes another bite of his food.

“Well, touring Europe these last 2 years has been absolutely splendid. While I am sad that I am not able to visit home as much as I would have liked, I am extremely thankful for the opportunity to learn. Just 3 weeks ago we arrived in France where I am completely and utterly mesmerized at all times. It is beautiful there. I have also been working on my writing! …I just wish that instead of returning home…for what should be my debut season in two months, that I had more time to continue learning…” You try to say subtly but when you look to meet Lady Danbury’s eyes, she looks very unimpressed.

“Josie, what are you trying to say?” She says seeing completely through the ruse you’re trying to plant.

Looking over to Simon who is simply eating his food, not trying to get in the middle of whatever this has turned into, you sigh.

“I simply wish that, I would possibly be able to continue my education for another year before I debut…” You sheepishly say looking at your food.

“Josie, If I grant you this one year to continue your education, do you swear that at this time next year, you will be home telling me how overjoyed you are to make your debut in two months?” Lady Danbury says causing sparks to fly in your belly.

“Yes! Yes, of course! Without a doubt, no fuss in sight!” You exclaim looking at Simon who is in shock that you were able to get out of your debut.

Present Day: age 19

“Do you know when Josette is estimated to be home?” Violet Bridgerton asks Lady Danbury.

“She is supposed to arrive any second now.” She says taking a long sip of her unsweetened tea.

Sighing contently, Violet takes the cue to just sip her tea also until she was interrupted by the rant she knew was bound to happen.

“Can you believe how two years ago that girl asked me to delay her debut by one year to continue her education, and then she does the same exact thing one year later after she swore she would not? If she tries to come in here and delay it once more I swear to you Violet Bridgerton I will-”

“Lady Danbury, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton, Miss Josette Barham has arrived.” Kent says interrupting Lady Danbury.

“Lady Danbury,” You say as you curtesy in her presence.

“Child, if you have a question ask it.” Lady Danbury says impatiently.

Shocked at how open she’s trying to pretend to be, you can sniff the trap she’s set a mile away.

“Do you know when we would be able to go to the modiste to find my debut dress?” You ask to which both Lady Danbury and Bridgerton drop their jaws in shock.

“I- well,” Violet begins almost speechless as she’s used to Eloise’s distaste for such festivities.

“I do not wish to ask to continue my education when I feel I have learned an adequate amount, I am ready to debut.” You say with a slight smile earning a large embrace from Lady Danbury and cheers from Lady Bridgerton.

[mondasart]

| Interesting... |

Alastor being fascinated with the nightmare demon's (Reader) powers!

I used my fav palette for them - if you like any other palette, they are also canon!)

my Alastor x Reader fic (WIP) if anyone is interested !

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Desert Echoes - Dad!Party Poison x Daughter!OC

Relationship: Dad!Party Poison x Daughter!OC (My OC's name is Pop Vinyl)

Warnings: death, violence, drug references, sexual references, language

Word Count: 3598 - I know! It's a lot 😭

Summary: Party Poison's 17 year old daughter finally finds out the truth about her mother and how the Killjoys left Battery City.

“Kobra, can you come help me with this?” I shout from the front of the diner. Kobra’s always the best when it comes to my art projects, spray paint and stencils are kind of his thing. He’s been helping me with my current project for months now and it’s finally nearly done. It is weird working with paint in the desert though, everything dries so quickly that you have to know what you’re doing so you don’t mess it up. We’ve lived here for as long as I can remember but none of the guys really talk about the past anyways. 

“Yeah, coming,” his bright mop of blonde hair peeks out through a window. It’s getting hot out here, nearly midday and temperatures out in the zones peak at around 35/40 degrees. Jet Star is hanging out under the trans am, working on the engine for what feels like the hundredth time this week and Ghoul is just sitting on the concrete band that surrounds the diner. 

“Are you hanging out with some of your friends when Party gets back?” Ghoul asks just as Kobra walks by. 

“Yep, that’s what we planned,” I smile down at him and hand Kobra the paint can. 

“I still can’t believe that Poison is your dad. I mean, we all know it’s true and shit but it’s weird,” Ghoul grabs a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on and Jet walks over, nodding in agreement. 

“It’s not that weird is it? He doesn’t really even feel like my dad, more like an older brother,” I look over at Kobra who looks sympathetic. What for? I don’t know. 

“We were so young when it happened and he’s been our friend forever so it’s weird thinking he’s got a 17 year old kid when he’s only 36. Don’t get me wrong Vinyl, we love you, it just feels surreal,” Kobra pulls me into his side for an awkward hug. I didn’t really ever think about the fact that Dad was only 19 when I was born, fresh out of Battery City. That must’ve been hard for him and Kobra. 

“What about my mom?” I ask sitting down next to Ghoul. Dad never really spoke about my mother. It just was never a topic we spoke about. We talked about boys, girls, animals, Battery City and the zones, but the only two topics that were never mentioned were who he was before he left the city and my mom. That didn’t stop me from being curious though. Ghoul just stays silent and looks at Jet who shakes his head.“What?” Kobra looks down at the ground and lets out a loud sigh. “She-uh…we… I think you should ask your father about that. We… never really got to know her like he did,” Jet starts. They never call Party my ‘father’, it's always ‘Party’ or ‘Poison’ or some other stupid name they use for him, but never ‘your father’. 

“He never wants to talk about her guys. Even if I did ask him he’d ignore me like he always does,” I complain, “If he was with someone long enough to have a fucking kid then I’m sure she can’t be that bad.” As if on cue, as soon as I open my mouth Party Poison himself walks around the front of the diner back from his rounds. Immediately, Ghoul sits up, a concerned look plastered on his face. 

Party just stands there for a minute, looking down at me and then up at Kobra. 

“You’re talking about her aren’t you?” he mutters. I just stare up at him, worried that I’ve done the worst thing possible. He’s either going to yell at me or break down crying. I move closer to Ghoul who looks up at Party, well aware that I’m about to burst into tears myself. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving me a look that says, ‘it’s going to be okay’. Everyone stays quiet, building up a tension that you could easily cut with a knife. “Your mother.” I look up at him and he looks more vulnerable than I have ever seen him in my life. 

“Party we need to talk before you do or say anything you’ll regret,” Jet Star grabs his wrist and pulls him into the diner before he has a chance to say anything else to anyone. 

“Do you think he’ll say anything?” Kobra asks Ghoul who is still looking at me. 

“I-I don’t know,” he sighs. Well that’s a first. Ghoul always knows everything. I hate being the only one that doesn’t know, the others have always told me everything. That was part of being a fabulous killjoy, we always shared, even with baby killjoys new to the zones. Dad always wanted me to make friends my age so we always made sure to help babyjoys out but it’s not like there’s many out here and it’s different growing up out here than in the city. My dad and Ghoul are my best friends and it’s awful not knowing their secrets. Dad always relies on Kobra and Ghoul to talk to and even when my dad doesn’t know what’s going on with me, Ghoul or Kobra do. 

“Can you prepare me for the worst case scenario please? I feel like I’m about to be told I’m gonna be killed,” I turn to Kobra who nods reluctantly. 

“Where to start?” he mumbles, clearly going over a long set of events in his head. 

“We’re going to start with the Venom Brothers and we’re going to end with her mom and I,” Party appears behind me, causing me to jump. “Do you guys want to stay or…?” he asks. Jet is back working on the trans am but he flashes me a gentle smile. I trust him, he’s definitely prepared Party to have this conversation.

“We’ll stay,” Kobra sits down next to Party, “someone’s gotta support the two of you and it’s gonna take more than one person,” Ghoul laughs. 

“Okay. Vinyl, I know it’s been hard for us to talk about the past and everything before we ended up where we are, but, I-um… god this is hard,” he laughs, running a hand through his bright red hair. “I just don’t want to lose you V. You’re my everything and I just don’t want you to hate me.” He really thinks I’m going to hate him? He’s given me everything I have, he’s the reason I’m alive. Especially somewhere like the zones, where it’s nearly impossible to survive by yourself, not to mention as a baby. 

“She’s not going to hate you, Party. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Kobra says and I just stare at him quietly.

“The uh… the venom brothers?” I mumble, wrapping my arm around Ghoul’s.

“It’s a long story, babe, trust me,” he laughs, looking down at me affectionately. 

“The venom brothers are the best way to start this story,” Party starts. “This was maybe 20 years ago, back when Kobra and I were your age living in the city. Before the analog wars but after they set up all the surveillance stuff. Kobra and I went to one of the newer schools in the city but we had to take this monorail thing to get there. We used to cause all this trouble and uh, everyone would get annoyed at us because of it.”

“By trouble he means they would throw paint bombs into the different carriages and graffiti every blank surface,” Ghoul interrupts. 

“Sure,” Dad laughs, “Anyway, Better Living were just starting to create a police force and they sent out all this stuff about the venom and poison running in the streets. So people just started calling us the venom brothers.” 

Ghoul coughs interrupting Party and gaining everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure I came up with the nickname. I went to high school with them and they spent most of their time cheating on homework, selling drugs for spare cash and Mikey here basically fucked-”

“Shut up Ghoul! We’re not talking about that right now!” Kobra shouts shoving Ghoul.

“Wait, your actual name is Mikey?” I ask, never fully thinking that Kobra wasn’t actually Kobra. 

“Yeah, that's what they called me back then,” he nods, “everyone called Ghoul Frank, like his Frankenstien mask. I still remember when he found it out here, he got so excited.” I turn to look at Ghoul, looking at him like I never have before. Frank. He doesn’t feel like Frank to me but I can see it. The name feels old and tattered, not as cool as Fun Ghoul. 

“Frank. That's kind of funny,” I laugh but Ghoul shoots me an annoyed look. Dad continues the story.

“We weren’t the smartest back then, whether we sold drugs at school-”

“Or Kobra fucked half the school.” Kobra shoots Ghoul another look that screams ‘shut the fuck up’.

“But we did build up quite a reputation. Ghoul quickly became one of our closest friends and then he dragged Jet Star–Ray back then, into our group. The city started to introduce things like curfews, medication and those fucking headphones into the regime and obviously we didn’t like that,” Kobra continues. 

“We found this little skate park place under an old bridge that we would hang out at everyday after school. One day, your dad brought someone new to the park.” Mom? It has to be her. Surely. 

“A girl that I’d met and started talking to on the monorail. She was the daughter of a famous politician but after talking to her for about an hour it was clear she didn’t agree with his beliefs. Anyways, I took her back to meet everyone and they got on really well so she just started tagging along,” Party stares at the ground, almost refusing to acknowledge that I’m sitting in front of him. A dramatic change in his demeanor.

“I liked her. Lindsey was funny, smart and beautiful. Party liked to think he chose her but in reality she chose him, you look so much like her you know,” Ghoul comments but Dad winces at the mention of her name. Lindsey. My mom’s name was Lindsey. I don’t even know what she looks like but she already sounds like the most loving, kind and perfect person to ever exist. 

“We all liked her, Frank,” Dad snaps. “Can we not say her name for god’s sake?” 

I’m worried about him. I really am. He looks paler and angrier than I’ve ever seen him. 

“Anyways, your dad ended up falling head over heels for Lind-the girl and they started spending all their time together. He convinced us to get off of the BLI meds which helped everything obviously and we eventually decided we wanted to get out of the city. But Poison over here had to fuck up and she ended up pregnant so plans were made around the birth and getting out as soon as possible. Jet ended up finding a contact from around here to help us get out but we knew we couldn’t take a baby,” Ghoul explains. They were going to leave me? My own parents were going to ditch me back in the city for their own freedom. Oh god. They, Dad, Party, were going to get rid of me. Leave me back in a city where the very basic freedoms we have are stripped from us.

“And what was the solution to the baby problem?” I ask looking right at my Dad. I’m not sure if it’s the lighting but he looks like he’s about to start crying.

“We’ll get to that,” he responds quietly. “We waited as long as we could and you were born at Jet’s flat with the help of a med droid we fixed up named Blue. We ended up moving pretty quickly after that, bags packed and blasters ready we left the second we made sure your mom was okay. I told Ghoul and Jet to get your mother ready and get straight to the border and meet me there while I dealt with you,” he stops to a deep breath and sighs loudly. 

“And? What the fuck were you going to do to me Party?” I never call him that to his face. Ever. Of course he thinks I’m going to hate him. “Were you going to fucking blast me? You were 19 for god’s sake. I’m fucking 17 and I know full well you don’t murder an inocent child for your own gain,” I feel wet tears stream down my face blurring the image of my dad and uncle looking incredibly guilty. 

“He wasn’t going to kill you, Vinyl. I can’t believe you think he’d do that. The plan was to leave you at his parent’s place with a note. He’s not that awful,” Ghoul stands up for his friend, almost shocking me. 

“It’s not like I didn’t think about it, Ghoul. She was so small and it would’ve been easier to just-” he starts to break down. 

“But you didn’t,” Kobra mutters, “you didn’t touch her at all. You didn’t even stop by Mom and Dad's, you put her in your coat and carried her all the way to the border.” He’s right. He didn’t give up on me, even if it meant that we might both have died. 

“So we met back up with the others and I-uh, I didn’t tell them that I kept you. I just thought I’d tell them once we were in the zones and safe. The only problem was that I didn’t anticipate your mother’s reaction. She knew we were leaving you behind but I didn’t think she would be so upset,” Dad starts crying, his head in his hands and voice cracking. “We were so fucking close Vinyl. We were about 5 minutes from freedom when she had a change of heart. She freaked. I couldn’t say anything because we were being chased by dracs,” he coughs, “she um-” Party looks up at Ghoul. “Frank, I can't. I can’t say it. I can’t tell her what happened. I can barely speak.” Ghoul just nods, picking up where Dad stopped. 

“She went crazy. Screaming about how she never should’ve left you or the city. I think it was the withdrawals from the meds but we’ll never know. Your mom ran back towards the city, towards the dracs and they… she was ghosted.” 

I bring my hand over to cover my mouth. Oh god. She’s dead. My mom is dead and it’s his fault, it’s Poison’s fucking fault for not telling her. For 17 years he just failed to mention that she was dead and it was his fault. She’s dead and he killed her.

“I know it’s my fault Vinyl. I’ve lived with it my entire life. Nothing you say or do is going to bring her back. Trust me, I’ve tried. Your mother was the best thing to ever happen to me. She blessed me with you and for a short time she made my life liveable. I understand if you hate me, but I didn’t tell you because it hurts, V. It hurts so much,” he moves over to embrace me but I move away, still in shock. I stare blankly at Kobra who looks concerned for his brother, comforting him. Ghoul grabs onto my hand and pulls me in close. 

“It’s not his fault Vinyl. Your mother made a choice for herself and nothing he could’ve done would’ve changed the outcome. As much as he blames himself and as much as I tried to blame him, it’s not his fault. You know he loves you babe, he really does.” I look over at my mess of a father, he looks tired, exhausted and drained. 

“I don’t hate you Dad. I just… it’s sad. I never got to know my own mother and I don’t even know what she looked like or sounded like,” I sigh. He lifts his head, clearly trying to be a good father but honestly, he’s got no idea what he’s doing and I can tell. 

“I know Vinyl, I’m well aware of that. If there’s any questions you have about your mom I can try my best to answer them.”

“Did um… Did you guys name me before you left or was I always just Pop Vinyl?” Ghoul starts laughing hysterically and so does Kobra. 

“That’s your first question?” Kobra snickers and I nod. 

“Everyone else has a cool original name and I’m just stuck with fucking ‘Pop Vinyl’. I’m fucking named after a music record.”

“Well… we clearly didn’t have much time but she wanted your last name to be Venom so when Ghoul, Jet, Mikey and I properly named you we had your initial be a V. She liked the letter P a lot as well and she would carry around this list of names everywhere. She loved the name Penny, which was a family name. So it would’ve been Penny Venom but when we moved out here it became Pop Vinyl,” Party responds calmly. Penny. It has a ring to it. Mature sounding that’s for sure. 

“I like it. Penny Venom. Penny. Venom. Venom. It sounds dangerous. We could’ve kept it that way. Poison Venom would’ve been a cooler name not gonna lie. Just saying,” I smile and Ghoul just cracks up in laughter. 

“Oh fuck off. I liked it back then and I like it just the same now Frank Anthony Iero Jr. ,” Dad flips him off, “I think we did a pretty good job naming you Vinyl, especially given that Jet was only 20, I was 19 and Ghoul over here was 17.”

“Wait, what was your birth name? Obviously Kobra’s is Mikey but what about you?” I try to think of all the names I can remember but nothing suits him. 

“Gerard Arthur Way, was born in what was New Jersey and what now doesn’t exist,” Jet Star wonders over. 

“Gerard? Oh god that sounds so weird. Geeraard. Gerrarrd. Mikey and Gerard Way,” I over pronounce the words in my mouth, “there’s no way your name was Gerard. That’s-what the fuck kind of a name is that anyways? It’s not cool like Mikey or Frank or Ray at all. Like at least Ghoul could have cool nicknames and shit.” Ghoul’s too busy laughing his head off on the ground to pay attention to what I’m saying.

“They used to call him Gee,” Jet comments and I smile up at him. 

“Anything else?” Party asks and I nod. I’ve got so many questions.

“I’m not going to get into Kobra’s weird sex life but I am curious as to why you had a kid at 19. Like why?” I’m testing the waters here, he might refuse to talk about her at all. Jet sits down next to me so I’m now in between him and Ghoul.

“Other than wanting to get his dick wet?” Ghoul laughs and I shove him. 

“Seriously Ghoul, you forget that she’s actually my daughter and not a friend like you are,” Party fires a look at him. “We were in love V, shit happens when you’re in love. In this case it wasn’t a mistake and I’m sure your mother would feel the same way.” Good answer Dad. Best answer yet. 

Kobra looks at me and then at Poison before opening his mouth. 

“We do love you V. And I know that Lindsey would be so proud of you if she could see you today. You’re a strong person that is full of energy and color, everything she wanted to be. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you things sooner, it was just really hard for us. We knew her for three-four years and to lose her and then have a newborn baby out in the zones was just hard for us.”

I just nod in agreement. I can’t believe that Party was only 19 when this happened. Not to mention Ghoul being only 17. 

“I love you guys too. I never really thought that things were that crazy when it came to getting out of the city. I’m sorry I didn’t respect that,” Kobra nods and Ghoul pulls me in for another hug before getting up and leaving Party and I alone. 

“Dad?” I ask. He just sits there quietly still wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“Yeah V?” I can’t help but feel like I’ve completely destroyed our relationship.

“I’m proud of you. And I’m sure Mom is too,” I smile looking at him. I can’t help but see him in a different light now, as somewhat broken. “I know you’re hurting, even if it was seventeen years ago. But it’s okay. You’ve got me and Jet and Kobra and even though he’s annoying we’ve got Ghoul.”

Party scooches closer so he’s sitting right in front of me. He takes my hands and intertwines our fingers. 

“Sounds great dad,” I smile.

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Connected~ Chapter 3

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Bangchan x Fem!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; Lumi had been a trainee at JYPE for years. Having entered the company a couple years after Chris the two became good friends, maybe even more. As she watched her best friend finally achieved his dream, the distance between them grew. With her debut date finally set in stone, will the two be able to rekindle their flame or will the connection between them falter?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, smut, old friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous Bangchan, Reader is an OC, Mentions of unhealthy dieting(forced by the company), Reader is three years younger than Chan (‘00 liners unite!!)

The second the door had closed behind them, the air felt heavy with unspoken words and left the omega feeling as if the gravity had been sucked out of the room.

The two made their way over to the couch where Lumi gestured for Chan to have a seat, she herself sitting in a chair opposite from where he stood by the sofa. He did so, looking over to watch her anxiously as if she would disappear at any moment and he would wake up from whatever dream it was that allowed him to see the dancer again.

They sat like that for a while in silence, just watching each other from over the coffee table as neither one were sure how to start the difficult conversation ahead. “You look good, Chris…” came her timid voice, hands gesturing to him and he felt a heat creep up the back of his neck and onto his cheeks. “Oh um, thank you….so do you- I like your hair.”

It was her turn to blush as her gaze fell to her lap and a hand came to run through the pink loose curls as they fell to hide her face from the other. “Thanks-“ Another wave of silence washed over them, the sounds of other idols and staff filling the halls outside and working as a distraction against the situation at hand.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, the alpha spoke up finally. “Why didn’t you tell me…” the hurt in his voice stung as Lumi refused to meet his intense stare as he once again seemed to be trying to read her mind to find the answers for himself.

“I tried, I did…that day in the studio when you told me about the show-“ his heart felt like it stopped at that, he knew there had to have been something more Lumi wanted to discuss but in his excitement and selfishness he brushed it off and just hoped she’d tell him. He wished in that moment he could go back in time and push her to tell him what was really on her mind, even if she resisted for his sake at first he knew he could have gotten her to tell him the truth eventually.

“Why did you leave? If you were still planning to become an idol why switch companies?” She sighed, running a hand through her hair anxiously as he continued to question her. “Because I wasn’t going anywhere at jype, Christopher. They were going to keep me in the basement until I aged out or until I eventually slipped up and was no longer worth keeping around.”

His brows furrowed, arms up defensively. “You don’t know that! You quit before you could find out-“ his accusation only seemed to light a fuse inside of her as she shot up from her seat to tower over the alpha. “I didn’t quit! I found a company that actually valued me enough to debut me!” Chan scoffed, eyes rolling dramatically as he also rose from his seat. “Yeah after seven.fucking.years! Seriously, Lumi? You think that’s any better than what could have happened if you stayed?! You could have been debuted by now and already have a few years of idol life under your belt by now had you just stayed!”

As his voice began to rise so did the omega’s temper and she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at the raven haired alpha. “At least at KQ I wasn’t alone. By the time I finally decided to leave you had already replaced and forgotten about me.”

Now Bangchan felt his anger spike, giving her a glare as he stepped up so their chests were practically touching. “What the fuck do you mean, Lumi? The second I had a moment of peace I went looking for you and you were gone!” Shaking her head, the dancers rage persisted. “Yeah after you didn’t so much as spare a glance my way in the halls for months, Christopher! Seriously- you don’t realize how fucked up that was?!”

Lumi turned away from him, fingers running through her hair as she tried to calm down. She felt like she was back seven years ago watching her best friend, the only home she had come to know in the foreign country, completely ignore her while his laughter with his newfound pack echoed throughout the company no matter where she went she would see glimpses of his dimpled smile directed at the members she couldn’t help feel like had taken the alpha from her.

“You don’t seem to realize that I was busy! There was so much pressure on me, Lumi- I couldn’t even sleep I was trying to hold an entire new pack together while also under the stress of training and preparing to debut while it was all being filmed for millions to watch just waiting for me to fail!” The volume of his voice caused it words to bounce off the walls of the green room, the intensity of his outburst chilling those who happened to be in the vicinity to hear their argument.

The omega scoffed, shaking her head as she whipped around. “Yeah, I get that. I told myself that for so long- that you were just busy. But you don’t think I was under a lot of stress as well?! So much was changing, the company was putting more pressure on me to diet and change my appearance, to improve in areas that looking back now I don’t know how I was supposed to even get any more precise than I already was? It was all too much and on top of it all I lost the only support system I had-“ Tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she stepped back over to him with a finger poking at his chest.

“You, Hanji, and Bin were like my family, my-“ Her voice caught in her throat slightly but she persisted, refusing to shed a single tear in front of him. “My pack.” With a shaky breath, Chan stared down at her with wide eyes and a shocked expression as he took in her words. “You all abandoned me, got a nice shiny new pack and all this fame and it didn’t matter if I stayed or if I left….everything was different and you didn’t need me anymore. Or didn’t want me-“

Chan reached out, his chest tightening as he felt the strong urge to comfort the omega, to assure her that it would be okay and that he was there now and that he would make it up to her, but as he lifted his arms to pull her into an embrace she stepped away quickly. “I think you should go, Chan….it’s almost time for the end of the show and our groups are gonna be needed on the stage soon.” Her voice was small, and he swore he saw a single tear slip down her cheek. His throat felt impossibly dry as he nodded, eyes still not leaving her until he heard the door open and close behind them.

“Um- Hi! So sorry to interrupt but we gotta go line up to go on stage.” Mani spoke firmly, trying to sound polite but the alpha could tell there was a slight bite behind their words as they moved to wrap an arm protectively around the younger omega.

Chan nodded, head swimming as he felt like he was lost in a haze from the adrenaline and anger filled state he had been in moments ago. “Right- sorry….I’ll be going.” With that he backed out of the room, feeling like there was a rock sitting in the pit of his stomach as he made his way back to the kids to get ready to go back to the stage as well.

After that day, the rest of promotions for both groups was tense behind the scenes.

Lumi would greet Jisung and Changbin warmly, meeting with them in the cafeteria or in her green room to catch up. They even exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch once it was all over.

Chan didn’t attempt any further contact with the dancer, feeling as if a knife were being twisted in his gut anytime he saw her laughing and smiling with one of his members from afar. The alpha couldn’t bring himself to start their conversation back again, guilt eating away at his conscious as her words bounced around his head like a dodge ball loud and squeaky in a large echoing gymnasium.

“You abandoned me” and “You didn’t need me anymore. Or want me-“ are the words that kept him awake, far worse than his sleep apnea ever had before.

The kids tried several times to get him to come around. Felix practically begging him once to tag along when he and Changbin went out for hotpot with the pink haired omega. He’d politely declined the younger alpha’s invitation, using the excuse that he had something he wanted to work on in the studio.

Chan saw through social media and heard through stories from his pack about how his friend was doing and it felt like daggers to his heart every time but he would never show it. The leader always put on a smile and nodded, telling them that he was glad she was doing well.

Deep down there was a longing to be in their place, but he didn’t think that would ever be possible. Not after the asinine moves he had pulled.

Lumi was no better.

Anytime she met with one of them she found herself subconsciously searching for his scent on them, any lingering of his presence in the air around his pack members.

Once when she hugged Jeongin in greeting when she had met up with the younger for coffee before his vocal lesson one day she caught a large wave of warm vanilla washing over her and it made her feel lightheaded in the best way possible. It turned out that the beta had borrowed one of the alpha’s hoodies since the one he had wanted to wear was in the wash still.

None of them were oblivious to it either.

They saw the look in their leader’s eye whenever she was brought up, the longing and sorrow deeply settled there no matter how hard he tried to bury it.

They noticed the way the dancer clung to them more on days they had borrowed something of Chan’s, her demeanor seeming more at peace with the alpha’s scent close to her.

Jisung was the worst, almost egging it on and watching with amusement as he tried to break down both of their resolves piece by piece.

First, he would allow the omega to scent him heavily whenever they hung out just to go back to the dorm and take a nap in the leader’s bed, leaving Lumi’s scent behind for the alpha to find when he got back home late after working in the studio.

Second was he would always borrow something of the oldest’s before meeting up with the dancer after realizing how she would behave with his scent present. Once he even got lucky and on a particularly chilly day he had met Lumi for dinner, she had forgotten her jacket in the manager’s car so he offered her the zip up hoodie he had on.

He didn’t mention that it wasn’t exactly his, but Chan’s instead.

Once the smell of vanilla and something like brown sugar surrounded her the omega’s cheeks tan warm and her heart began beating rapidly. Lumi didn’t utter a word about it, silently enjoying being able to soak up the alpha’s scent in the most direct way that she had the chance to in seven years.

As they were parting ways after the meal, Jisung cheekily insisted she hold onto the jacket and return it next time they saw each other, feigning worry for her health should she catch a cold without it. Really he was just using it as another means to attempt and bring the two former friends back together again.

As summer turned to fall and the air outside began to chill significantly, Lumi found herself spending more and more time with the members of stray kids.

She even managed to bond with Minho, who she previously had never officially met, due to his close bond with Jisung.

With Halloween approaching the pink haired dancer found herself with a rare night to herself at the dorm as Mani had gone to visit her father for the weekend.

Lumi decided to call Jisung and invite them over for a night of snacks and horror movies in honor of the upcoming holiday. Much to her dismay he didn’t seem to enthused with the idea of scary movies.

“Come on, Hanji it’ll be fun! I know you aren’t the biggest fan of horror but we can all get scared together! The guys are all invited, of course. Just let me know a headcount so I can get the right amount of snacks.”

With a smirk, the beta thought about his current plan involving getting the dancer and his leader to reconnect. “Do you mind if Chan hyung tags along too? It’ll be an excuse we can use to finally pull him out of the studio…you know how he can be.”

Oh she knew very well how he could be, back then at least, she could only imagine how bad it got now that they were actually debut and there being a new level of expectation placed on his shoulders. Hesitantly, she thought it over while Han waited impatiently on the other line. “Lumi? Still there?” The omega startled a bit, having gotten lost in thought of the alpha she couldn’t deny she missed desperately being in her space where his comforting smell of warm sugary vanilla could be left behind and linger for days to come. “Sure- he can come.”

Han tried not to sound too happy at the extended invitation, punching his fist in the air and causing Hyunjin to give him a curious yet judgmental look from across the practice room. “Awesome! Okay, we’ll be over in like an hour? Don’t worry about snacks me and the guys will pick them up on our way! Text me whatever you want, ‘kay?”

Lumi shook her head, hoping this wasn’t a bad idea before agreeing to text him her desired snacks before ending the call. Suddenly she felt the apartment wasn’t tidy enough with the addition of a somewhat special guest and so while waiting for them to finish their work at the company and head over the dancer began cleaning up and making sure everything looked to her standards before anyone arrived.

Just as he has said, roughly an hour later there was a knock at the front door startling the dancer a bit as she had been so busy making sure the place was presentable she seemed to lose track of the time. “I’m coming, just one second!” The omega looked down at her appearance in just a sports bra and a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and made a little groan before rushing to the small laundry room in the back of the apartment to find a shirt.

Another knock sounded after a few minutes as she was struggled to find a decent shirt to put on that was clean. “Just come in! Door is unlocked-“ she called out, figuring by the time they all made it in she would have found something and be able to greet them in the main area of the apartment. Lumi was mistaken, however. With her upper body almost fully inside the dryer as she searched frantically for any clean shirt at that point, a chorus of giggling and whispers drew her attention.

“Baby what are you doing?” Changbin called out, his tone amused and somewhat teasing. At the sound of them standing outside the laundry room door, the omega hit her head on the way out of the dryer. “Ah-“ she held the back her head where it had hit the top inside of the dryer, sitting defeatedly on the floor. “I can’t find a shirt-“ Lumi huffed, looking up to see not only Changbin but the entire rest of the stray kids were standing there staring at her. Some wore wide eyes expressions while others seemed to find it amusing, others smirked.

Felix spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hey, I’m not complaining if you can’t find one.” He flirted playfully causing the dancer to blush and look away.

Chan, who was standing beside the freckled alpha, felt the familiar sting of jealousy burn inside him at his members obvious staring at the omega’s partially dressed state. “Here, baby- put this on.” Han said as he tossed her a hoodie, the same zip up hoodie of Chan’s he had loaned the dancer a few weeks previously.

She gave the beta a smile, pulling it on and zipping it up most of the way. “Thank Hanji. I was a little distracted earlier and forgot I was doing laundry and wasn’t exactly fully dressed-“

Chan felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest when he saw what Jisung had handed her to wear. That hoodie- one of his favorites that he had been missing and didn’t have a clue where it had gone.

As the group made their way back to the living room, the alpha took hold of the beta producer’s shoulder and held him back to have a word while the others went on ahead. “Where the fuck did you find that? I’ve been looking for that hoodie for weeks now!” He said through grit teeth, staring at Jisung with bewilderment.

The younger smirked and offered his leader a shrug. “I wore it out a few weeks ago to meet Lumi and she forgot her jacket- it was cold out and I didn’t want her to get sick so I said she could borrow it.” The alpha glared, causing Han to hold his hands up in defense. “I was gonna get it back! But everyone was staring and I saw it laying on her bed from the open door to her room so I just- thought fast?” He explained, rambling slightly in true Han Jisung fashion.

Wait, on her bed? Why was his jacket, which she had to have known was his from the scent, on her bed of all places? His mind began working overtime and the once defensive Jisung regained his smug smile before moving to join the others in the living room. “Come on, hyung or we’ll miss the beginning of the first movie!” He called out cheerily, plopped himself down on the floor in between Minho’s open legs where he sat with his back resting against the bottom of the couch.

Chan stood frozen, blinking a few times before shaking his head and making his way after the beta into the living room. He looked over to see Lumi cuddled up into Changbin’s side with a bowl of popcorn on their laps, his stomach doing flips seeing how she had pulled the hood of his jacket up causing the scent that remained embedded in it from countless wears by the alpha to surround her almost completely. It caused something inside him to snap and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her through the entirety of the first movie.

One movie down and they were all getting a bit more hungry than just snacks could fix so they all agreed ordering in would be the best decision.

Lumi stood in the small kitchen of her shared apartment, phone in hand as she placed the order for pizzas to be delivered for all of them.

As she leaned against the counter, making sure the address was put in correctly and hitting confirm she felt another presence enter the room. Looking up she came face to face with Chan as he stood directly in front of her.

Upon the sudden close proximity, the dancer jumped and almost dropped her phone in surprise. “Geez, Chris- warn a girl next time will ya?” She joked, trying not to seem to on edge around the alpha though her mind was spinning knowing he was so close she could reach out and touch him. The last time they were this close it was during a screaming match as they argued about her departure from jype.

“What was my hoodie doing on your bed?” He said accusatorially, looking the omega in the eyes as she seemed to freeze at the question. “I- Ji let me borrow it the other day? It’s just where it landed when I took it off, it’s not a big deal…” She explained it away, not wanting to admit to him that she had slept with it on almost every night since receiving it.

His fingers caught the hem of the hoodie, rubbing the fabric between them slowly as he stepped even closer. “It looks good on you…” he said it so quietly she thought she misheard him, until she looked up into his eyes and saw how softly they admired her. “Chris….” Her voice was hesitant, swallowing hard as the smell of vanilla and rose water engulfed them both.

The alpha quickly caged her in against the counter, head dipping down towards her neck yet he made no further move to scent her. “I’ve been such an idiot.” He said, head falling to rest against her shoulder.

Lumi’s breath caught in her throat at the contact and without thinking on it further she set her phone on the counter behind her and brought her arms around his waist slowly, afraid of scaring him off should she move too suddenly.

Chan sighed, shoulders slumping with relief as she took him into her arms so carefully. “You were…but I wasn’t very fair to you, either-“ he pulled away, looking into her eyes with furrowed brows. “Stop that, Lumi. You were right…I- I abandoned you completely. I can’t believe I did that…I don’t know what was wrong with me.”

She shook her head, one of her hands moving to cup his cheek while she looked into his eyes with an empathetic expression. “You were so young…we both were- you had the weight of the fucking world on your shoulders and I didn’t offer you any grace on that fact.” He continued to frown, leaning into her touch as he let the smell of sweet roses flood his senses. “Missed this…missed you-“

The omega smiled, resting her forehead against his. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t…” she teased, causing the alpha to wince. “Again, I’m sorry…seeing you reconnecting with Ji and Bin has been torture- I felt like I didn’t deserve your forgiveness…or your friendship.” Lumi frowned now, moving her other hand now to cup the other side of his face and smoosh it slightly. “Christopher you’re too hard on yourself, always have been. Can you just- relax for once? Not be so- self sacrificial?”

Chan blinked rapidly, eyes shifting from hers to her lips as decided to listen to her words and crash his lips against the omegas in what he considered to be a very selfish act on his part.

For a moment she froze, gasping against his lips in shock at his actions. Soon she was melting into the kiss, hands still cupping his face as his came to rest on her hips.

The kiss was hungry, laced with years of longing and desperation for each other and before long Lumi was moving her hands to lock behind his head as she deepened the kiss with a swipe of her tongue across his lower lip.

A low growl erupted from the alpha’s chest, causing goosebumps to raise on the dancer’s skin. Chan mumbled a quick “jump” against her soft lips and as she followed the direction he was lifting her up and placing her on the counter behind them.

Lumi bit back the squeal that threatened to escape at just how strong the alpha was, wrapping her legs around his waist while continuing to kiss him with enough passion she hoped would convey just how much she needed him even after all those years apart. A need that scared her and caused her fear of being abandoned yet again to spark to life suddenly.

Eventually the had to pull away for air, chests heaving as they attempted to catch their breaths stolen in the heat of the moment. From the living room they both heard the sound of Changbin calling out to ask if the food had been ordered yet or not, both of their heads turning to make sure no one had witnessed their blatant act of pda.

“Oh um- yeah Binnie I just finished placing it now!” Lumi answered, trying not to sound so breathless as Chan bit his lip to hold in his laughter. “We should go back to the others…” she said, placing a hand on his chest to push him away so she could hop down from the counter only for his hand to wrap around her wrist and hold it there. “Are we….we need to talk about what just happened-“ he said, looking into her eyes with an unreadable expression.

Shaking her head, the pink haired dancer pulled her hand away before getting down from where he placed her on the counter top and stepped around him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about- nothing happened.“ was all she said before disappearing to reclaim her spot next to the omegan rapper.

Oh he was so absolutely and royally fucked.

author’s note; oh this is gonna be so fun~ hope you guys enjoyed! This chapter is brought to you by “the perfect pair” by beabadoobee as I had that shit on loop while writing this ᕱᕱ₊˚⊹♡ as always lmk what you think~~

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This is neither here not there in the grand scheme of things, but I imagine the apathy adoring maid to be kind of like this. As a reader-insert /2nd person thing I don't describe physical descriptions but i think she's good to have maybe for like. Art purposes. For my whimsy.

Notes

Looks more like a farmhand than a maid in a palace. Poor stats mean there's no number magic helping her along so she's a bit bulky relative to the others. (Being called tyrie despite what she looks like is the equivalent of nicknaming a buff guy "Baby")

Foundling. Was adopted/raised by a village that specialized in cattle and dairy products. Calloused hands from that work and maidwork.

Doesn't consider herself pretty and is kinda grateful about that because it means there's less chance of being accosted in the crapsack world that is Redo of Healer.