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bottomhyunjinbuffet · 4 months ago

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Lucky Sugar Baby

╰┈➤ Summary: Hyunjin is running out of time and money to keep himself steady and stable. Getting desperate he applies and reaches out to be a sugar baby but he won't just go for just anyone, and then he gets a message

╰┈➤ Trope Info: Chan is a Businessman, Felix is a model, Hyunjin Joins felix in being a model and all three of them live together.

╰┈➤ Word Count: 15k

╰┈➤ Pairings: Married Couple Chanlix x Sugar Baby Hyunjin

╰┈➤ Genre: Non-Idol AU, Sugar Baby Au

╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, 3some, marking, hairpulling, big cock, throat bulge, cockwarming, begging, crying, blowjob, unprotected sex, soft sex, one first time, oral (male receiving), anal sex ,overstimulation

╰┈➤ Network: @neverendingdreams-net @ksmutsociety-main @keopihaus

Running low on money makes people want to reach out through desperate measures in order to keep someone afloat so they don't go broke or even completely homeless with nothing for that matter. It was scary and something no one wanted to deal with, but what can you do when your manager keeps cutting off your paycheck and no one else is taking any calls from the endless amount of applications being filled out and sent just to anywhere that claimed to be hiring and then getting nothing in return or being denied every time. And the landlord was running out of excuses to give, and the poor male was getting desperate and even looked for those who had money to give away.

He will do anything, but he still had standards, he wasn’t going to just give away himself for someone lower form his standards. He wanted to know he was secure, not being used like a pet who could have thrown anyway at anytime and that if something were to happen, he could instantly fall back to someone and have at least someone. Already about to get his phone disconnected since he was late on his last payment, but that didn’t stop the last message he got, after nearly 2 weeks of trying his hardest to get an answer. He took a big leap when messaging a profile with a couple who seemed to be happy, but also wealthy. Part of him assumed it was a scam, though the site was reassuring him that no scammers could be on here, since they rely heavily on feedback and verifying the person and any attempts reported to the proper people for fraud.

This couple was looking for someone who not only needed help, but felt lonely and wanted to be with someone, it could be as friends, a sugar couple or even a romantic situation, they were open to anything but of course this would heavily talked about. Not just once but over many times and of course rules would be in place, limits laid down along with restrictions, but the payments would be an easy option, whether in full or in payment plans either way, any debts would get paid off in full. If you wanted to stay with them, then they would invite you to do so, if not they wouldn’t hold it against you and go back to helping others in the same situation, after making sure none of their assets were in danger, they still had enough and if not, they would fix their account and work on making sure everything was still in order and they could bounce back.

Seeing the message, it was hard to say it was fake; it felt real but since it was only one account, the couple would have to introduce themselves while trying to get to know the other person better and seeing where their troubles lie and where was a nice and comfortable place to meet up and discuss more things in person.

Sugar Couple: Hello there Hyunjin! You look very handsome in your profile picture and a thrill to have around and have an intresting conversation with! My name is Felix, the one with the freckles in the current picture next to my husband Chan, don’t let his muscles fool you he is an adorable cuddle bug who loves taking care of people as much as I do. Whenever you can respond please let me know if you would like to meet up and where, if you want a list of places I like to go to then I am more than happy to send you the places and don’t you worry about your appearance for either of places you look at, just come as yourself and I will be there, my husband might come over and join us or call, he works at his office firm but he tries his hardest to come and meet up when I have these talks, and if you want to bring anyone in case you feel nervous or anything to protect yourself don’t feel and for bringing it! I completely understand how you feel when being in this situation and don’t want to get put into a situation you don’t feel comfortable with just because money is involved, we can talk about all of this in person and handle any urgent payments right then and there before anything else bad happens! Please let me know!

Looking at the picture, smiling at the camera with a wide smile. His tan skin shinning with a bright and whole smile on his face, his dark brown eyes shinning with his freckles on display. His long blonde hair looked like it was slightly blowing in the wind during this picture with his small fingers holding up a finger heart, it was hard to see his outfit, but it was clear from the little of showing, it wasn’t exactly cheap to wear. And standing next to him was the taller male who had a bright smile on his face like he was the happiest man on earth.

His long black hair in a mullet, his arms being shown off because of the arm belt he had on one arm, he had to pose for the picture as best he could with his brown eyes trying to shine but it was hard with how happy he seemed in the picture to begin with. And with the respond he got from Felix, it erased any doubts, well not all of them but all of them, but he still sent a response.

Hyunjin: Why thank you so much you two look absolutely in that picture! The beach in the back looks amazing and your husband definitely looks like he enjoys cuddles. I would love that list of places to go or even just a mall but near you, in my area you two would get into a lot of trouble since there have been a lot of mugging attempts and I don’t want to get a bad impression here. I will definitely wear the best I can but it might take me a while to either get to a safer bus stop or just walking, I’ve gotten used to having to take longer walks getting to the places I need to be, sad but I enjoy them!

Sugar Couple: Oh dear I can always come and pick you up in a car, trust me and if anyone ever tried it they wouldn’t like the outcome, I know a mall we can talk at if you like those better? If not, there is this amazing restaurant I’d happily take you to where we can sit outside and enjoy the shade near the larger trees. Their appetizers are amazing and their drinks, even the non-alcoholic ones always hit the spot on a day like this. And thank you for the compliment! I don’t want to seem like I’m flashing too much here, this about making sure you feel comfortable, if you want please send me a good place to pick you up at and what time I should be around, I’ll wave to you with the silver bracelet you see on my arm and peak my head out of the window for you to see me and I will get you out as quickly as possible! If you have any apartments that you want to look at to get away we can worry about all of that, I’m good at using connections to you everything you’re asking for but of course all of that will be discussed when you’re comfortable! Don’t get scared of my voice though, some say my voice doesn’t match my face at all.

Hyunjin looked around the little things he had left, knowing that there was a 30 day notice on his door meaning he was being evicted. His things being sold off, so he had just even a bit of spending money while waiting to get paid yet again a small amount just to make sure he had something to eat. He sent Felix a bus stop that wasn’t too close to where he lived, and the walk was safe for him getting picked up at without someone trying to walk behind him and make the situation even worse than he already was one. Grabbing the one decent buttoned up shirt he had with some ripped jeans and his sneakers, Hyunjin fixed himself as best he could. Looking in the small mirror and giving himself a thumbs up, He took his little bag that ha his ID, his phone that was on its last leg, it had his toothbrush in a bag with his toothpaste still inside, and one other pair of clothes and boxers he could keep along with the small bag of change for the laundry matt a little ways down from where he was staying.

He carried his things with him while leaving the keys on the dirty floor mat before leaving the complex and walking to the spot; he knew it would take a while for him to get there along with Felix. He wondered what would Felix drive when picking him up, or if he was really just about to fall into a trap, at least he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in any longer and could probably start over somewhere else if he were lucky enough to plan out his escapes and everything. It still didn’t erase the doubts he had filling up his mind while he was still trying to remain positive about his situation. But that all seemed to change when he saw a white car pull up, seeing on the driver’s side with the window rolled completely down, there was Felix waving with teh bracelet on as promised. It really was him and he looked even more breathtaking in person.

Stopping the white Mercedes Benz, hyunjin quickly ran over while Felix unlocked the car doors, smiling as he greeted hyunjin while he got in the passenger seat. Looking around the custom made an interior of the white leather seats with the LED lights around the dashboard glowing a soft blue color, the large touch screen allowing for both heated and cooling seats to be turned on to their liking. Even in the back seat there were LED lights on that gave off a little wave pattern while Felix rolled up the tinted windows with the restaurant already in the GPS just so Felix knew he wasn’t going on any wrong turns. After all, he wanted Hyunjin to feel safe and secure in this position and would do his best to make sure it stayed that way.

“Well, Hello there you look amazing! I must say wine red definitely looks good on you and I’m glad to see you’re okay! Do we need to stop anywhere before we reach the destination? I don’t mind stopping anywhere if needed or if we need to pick someone up?”

“You look dashing in this outfit I must say, if we had to stop anywhere I’d new just about everything, my poor phone has so many cracks and the line might get disconnected but please take me to this place, I’m dying to see the view of everything and then after that maybe apartments? Depending on the arrangements you and your husband comes to an agreement to.”

“Ooo, I like you already, speaking like a businessman, oh Chan would love you if he wanted a serious conversation and needed an outside perspective. Let’s get you something to eat and some drinks, tell me anything you would want me to know.”

Driving the car to the place, Felix kept his ears opened while he listened to hyunjin talk about himself for a while, his taste in things but it was mainly out of his reach. But he also loved the smaller things, nothing too big but nothing too small either and he would never settle for less, and he hated how he was having to settle for it, but it also was humbling to him and reminding him not to go too big or he’ll lose the value of all the things he wants. But he also loves to sing and dance, he hasn’t been able to dance in a while and he was mad at the situation but he also loved when he got the chance to do so, showing off sometimes depending on the song but also just enjoying himself. It was how he could express himself not care about if others like it or not.

He got to learn about Felix along the way, how Felix loved cooking and baking, traveling, taking pictures but also enjoyed dancing as well. He used to go to a dancing spot before he got too busy but he also loved singing if he could. Though working in the fashion field was making it hard to do so when he needed to be called for modeling and having to pose for certain things. Felix loved telling the story of how he and Chan met. Felix had gone out to dance somewhere, and although Chan wasn’t the best at dancing, in his own words, the two would meet up at their favorite spot just to either talk about their lives and interest before eventually going on a date. And then many dates later, some arguments here and there regarding work and boundaries, they made it and even got married.

But they arrived at the restaurant, Felix parking his car slightly close, assuring Hyunjin that the front would lock but also watch the car, though trying to even get close would be, plus if anything were to happen they would be notified and if anything were to happen, the place would help pay it off as negligent on their part. But the menu was just as amazing, little picture to go with each description, and the drinks would be amazing to drink, but it also just felt so cozy and warm to cozy here and eat. But of course after eating, it was time to get serious and talk about limits, Felix came prepared for every question, even having a little binder in case Hyunjin wanted to fully look into any of the details regarding each status Hyunjin wanted to try. Of course moving up the ladder was always an option but that would need to be with time and growing closer with each other.

“I brought this binder that has certain rules for whichever status you’re wanting. Of course if you want to move up and go over more things we are more than happy to talk about it, but for now we start off as a distance sugar relationship. You won’t need to give us sex in exchange for now, we don’t mind just having simple conversations but those will only count for in person and if we were to have any business related things, then we would talk about bringing you with, and handling the clothes and whatnot afterwards, but for now all of that will depend on where you want to start off first.”

Handing hyunjin the binder, reading Sugar baby on the title. Hyunjin crossing his leg over the other while leaning back and reading it to see the rules and the starting point. Everything was detailed and explained to avoid any confusion regarding questions that would come up. Anything that was considered being a dire situation and how the payments were going to work. If hyunjin wasn’t alright with giving out his actual bank details, they had an open card and will give him 2 cards, one tied to each partner with a monthly limit of around 10k a month, which may seem like a lot but given how expensive some things can be that can vanish within minutes. And of course Hyunjin would have to ask before just mindlessly spending the money on things, but for now this money was going to be used to pay off any debts and getting him into a better and more comfortable apartment setting before anything else was going to go bad for him.

Reading how detailed all of this was felt more relaxing and reassuring that he found good hands to lie in. Felix sat there with the drink in his hand and was happily sipping away, seeing the look on Hyunjin’s face as the worry wore off and he started to actually relax knowing that most of his questions were going to be answered before he could even sputter them out and have to do anymore explaining then needed and that was making him both happy and relived to see this. Even just for the starting level, it was something simple that anyone could feel secure to understand. Knowing that Hyunjin could start over fresh and not have to worry about debts holding him down anymore and he could get things done and handled it was making him feel more and more relaxed.

“You seem to have everything handled before I could even question to begin with, I Can’t be the first one you’ve talked this through with now can I?”

“Oh! I never wanted to be one of the rich people known for keeping their money and letting it sit and collect dust and only get higher, so after some talking with Chan and setting some things up with others, we got to do this, at first it was rocky but we managed. And if we ever paid off more than we could chew, we would pause our account and make sure everything was back and stable. We would do very thorough background checks to make sure of it and if someone was caught having debts in the more dangerous aspects, you can call me whatever you wish, but both sides get reported and the law handles it. It’s just us trying our best to give back, but also protecting. And of course, like I said when you go up the ladder if you so choose to then some things will be loosen up and whatnot but that will take time. Usually the ones we have helped which so far have only truly been around 5, they stay in the early stage and after everything is paid, and they have gotten comfortable on their feet. We get our cards back, change everything in the logins and everything and we wait a while before starting back up again.”

Felix slowly looked behind him, expecting to see the man coming with the check to pay early or just to confirm the card that was being used was his, or even if him or Hyunjin wanted anything else like dessert or another round of drinks. But what made him smile and sit up quicker was seeing his husband walk through the doors with his business outfit on. A bright smile on his face as he waved over to the pair while walking over. Hyunjin admiring the man walking over with his arms out and embracing Felix in for a tight hug with a soft kiss cheek. His hands wrapping around Felix’s waist to hold him close while being guided back to the seating area for all three of them now. Chan already not wanting anything to eat or drink since he wanted to stay close and enjoy the conversation with the two of them, Meeting Hyunjin’s eyes and offering him a handshake.

“Oh hyunjin this is Chan! He must’ve gotten off early and knew I’d be here since I’m almost never home. Chan this is hyunjin! You mentioned him last night, tell him what you told me!”

“Well one, it’s a pleasure to meet you hyunjin! I told Felix that your hair really looked amazing and I said it would be amazing to play with. I hope I didn’t come too late in the conversation?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well sir, I try to keep my hair looking nice, and I was just reading the starter binder your husband prepared. I love how easy and relaxing it feels to read it knowing there’s no need to be too worried or questioning for later down the line. It feels very more relaxing.”

“Lixie knows how to calm down just about anyone. If that’s the case and you like the started, is there anything that needs instant payment? Like Schooling debts, any loans? Trust me those will make everything down the line so much easier before they try to add any other fees that you swear were not there.”

With the little juice hyunjin had left, apologizing about the state of his phone. He showed the two larger payments he had which were schooling; he wanted to be a model, but that seemed to be far out of reach, if not that then it was the phone bill, he wanted to get rid of it, but knowing he would rather have a clean record of things being paid off before trying anything and knowing he was taking care of it and not trying to seem like he wasn’t taking care of his things that he worked hard to get. What surprised Hyunjin was how professional the two of them were, not being too fast but Felix handling the card payments, knowing Chan was going to handle more of the other things, he wanted to allow them to have a chance for things before he got attached to Hyunjin.

With most of those paid off, Felix let Chan slowly take over for the more expensive matters, apartments, phones, and anything else that could for that. Hearing how Hyunjin basically had to sell everything just to pay off the very last payment he could, it wasn’t something big, but it was important but everything else had to go or donated before it got thrown away. This was going to a big step, but With the calming look and happy expression Felix gave, and Chan knew for someone to get Felix this happy there had to be something. But each of them would have to take turns for each other’s card and whatnot. It made Hyunjin want to cry when he saw the amount of everything slowly die down to 0.

Agreeing to go with Chan, since Felix had other things to handle at the last minute but was mainly using that as an excuse for the two of them to talk and go over some more things in more details while Chan would also kinda venture off and ramble about some things he loved to do with Felix or some other things. First thing Hyunjin wanted to do was a new phone, knowing he wanted a new line since most of the contacts he had in his phone were just people he didn’t want to talk to. He didn’t want to see them all try to come crawling back to him after seeing he was getting back on his feet and trying to ask him for more things that he didn’t have anymore. He didn’t go for the highest and newest phone, but more so something that felt right in his hand and of course a nicer case that had little chain to wrap around his hand so he could handle it.

Something about this made Hyunjin feel so much more at ease and he loved it. But it also made him curious about the couple, but he would not let that thought come out for now. He wanted to see how things were going to go first off before he did anything else.

Getting used to having two people ready to answer any call for you was something Hyunjin never thought he would happen to him no matter how hard he worked to achieve his dreams and get there. But here he was, sitting in the car with the driver in the front seat, driving him from the penthouse Chan agree to give him after months of talking to a store he loved to go and would often get things for free since the company seemed to love him personally. He grew into this lifestyle but he did his best to take it slow. But most of the time he was with Felix, enjoying how energetic and happy he was around him. Often giving him new things to do and taking Hyunjin with him to open venues to asl Hyunjin on his thoughts on having this for a modeling situation and often wanting to see if Hyunjin liked some of the outfit line ups. Doing this often got Hyunjin noticed from other places, not even having to finish school but he loved it because he got to do his dream, enjoying being a model to have fun with others, explore the world and even meet other fashion design and icons that he often looked up to. It was something special to him after almost knowing the couple for a year.

He was moving up the ladder with them faster than he thought he would truthfully. At first he remembers being so worried about looking like he was greedy or being too stuck up to accept anything from anyone while still trying to prove himself to other people. But with these two, it was something that made him happy and excited to wake up and honestly love himself more. He got to grow out of his hair and talk with people who made it clear they weren’t just talking to him because of the money but because they were honestly enjoying his company and his time. And wanting to take care of him in the best way they knew how and help him feel like himself without having to worry about anything again like ending up on the streets and trying to make ends meets.

Sitting in the back seat while the driver slowly drove up to the main front door, parking the car to get out and open the back door for hyunjin to walk out, letting his boots hit the floor while fixing his black ripped jeans, tucking in his red and light gray sweater with matching red sunglasses. Having the sweater tucked in the front, showing off the black and white belt while shaking his arms, letting the silver bracelet jingle while the driver handed him teh wallet that Felix got him that had both cards. Though Hyunjin was sure he would not be spending a thing while he can see the crowd of people turning their heads. Though yes he should have brought a security with him, but he knew that if anyone tried anything to him, his two amazing partners, as he likes to call them, would handle it while he got to stay home and feel more comfortable.

Holding the wallet and his phone with the chain around his wrist, he thanked the driver and began his strut into the busy mall. Pushing back some of his hair was he did so while ignoring people who tried to talk to him or pulled away if some of them tried to reach to grab him. He knew it was going to look rude, but he enjoyed his personal space when he was out and about alone. He would often wave but almost only that when he was just walking around and thinking of where should he go. Sometimes it was hard when he was by himself but he knew the other two would often get busy while he was still making a name for himself so he would not try to barge himself into their busy schedule’s unless they invited him to join and if not he would find something to keep himself entertained and he would get things done while waiting for them to send a text saying they were free or whatnot.

He was about to take a turn into one of his go-to malls, seeing if he was going to find something good in there that would look good on him and if not he would just keep walking around till, he found something. If not, he would often sit somewhere and try to relax, hidden within some malls and would only call someone to come and get him if the walk was too far from the house he was staying in. Sometimes it was dangerous other times he enjoyed the walk just to look around and enjoy himself more like nothing else mattered in the moment. But what surprised him was feeling his phone ring, meaning one of them were calling him. Holding up the phone while walking around Verace, he had a smile on his face as he pushed up the sunglasses and answered without even looking at the name.

“Hello? Is this Chan or Felix?”

“It’s Chan, what are you doing right now? I was about to pick you up at the penthouse.”

“Well, I’m at Verače right now, I just got here and was looking around. What were we about to do? I thought you had a really long meeting that you were dreading for as long as you could?”

“It was over and done with given how I told them if they were here to waist my time trying to get me to buy another failed business only for them to come crawling back when I got it back to being successful I wasn’t here for it.”

“Oh my, that already sounds annoying. And how were we going to help with that, hm? Is Felix still on in Italy for something?”

“Yes, he just landed and already wants to come back home but he has several things to do, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to a dinner party with me? You know that really large building kinda tucked in the forest's entrance with the large garden, pool and like its own restraunt area in the backyard?”

“That place always looked amazing from afar! You got invited to attend that? Holy shit.”

“I did, and I wanted to see if you wanted to go shopping together. But I’ll meet you there and we can walk around. How about that?”

“I’ll be waiting in my favorite chair looking for you, Channie~.”

Softly twirling around and sitting on the chair, Hyunjin looked out the store windows while looking at images of the place Chan was taking about. That place would always hold things and he could only imagine how the inside of the place looked because of the heavily tinted windows to only where people from the inside could see the outside. People would say gossip about what happens in there but he wanted to be the one who wanted to what else was inside of there and be there to experience it for himself. It made him curious about what he could wear if there was a certain theme he needed to follow. How did he get so lucky?

Lowering his phone and looking out the window again, he smiled and waved when he saw Chan walk up to him. His hands in his pockets while he got closer, observing hyunjin get back up from the white chair and walk to the entrance opened doors, smiling and letting himself get embraced in Chan’s big arms and hugging him back. Moving his arms up to his shoulders and staring at him with a smile on his face, moving his sunglasses up to rest on his head while Chan let his hands rest on Hyunjin’s waist, the two of them used to people taking pictures and trying to make rumors online, but they would all get a clap back with the reminder that they don’t need to know everything that goes on in people’s lives and they would continue to enforce that line and take action if people were trying to cross that line.

“Have you seen anything you wanted or did you wait here for me?”

“I waited, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to look around till you called me. What’s the theme for this meeting him?”

“We all have to either wear a deep shade of red, or make black and white look great. There isn’t a specific theme we have to follow.”

“Hm… Then I know the perfect thing for you to wear.”

“Then by all means, lead the way.”

Being okay with the close touches, Hyunjin would trace a finger on his upper arms and tilting his head to the side with a smile on his face. Chan would often smile and on the rare occasion, he would get close and it would look like the pair was kissing each other, something Hyunjin wasn’t sure if it was okay. Sure he had moved up the ladder but none of them talked about doing anything sexual yet.

But he took Chan’s hand and walked to the back of the mall for an outfit; it was still a black and white suit but it had something different. He often saw the suit a couple times when he would come in here alone but wouldn’t get it because it wasn’t his style and he didn’t know if the other two had something or if he was giving them the same outfit twice with nothing more to give. Chan Followed behind him with a smile on his face till Hyunjin came to stop and held up the suit he was talking about, it was a white satin shirt with a black vest with very light gray lines with a dark gold knot for the tie that had spikes on the side, they wouldn’t hurt, but with the outfit on Chan, Hyunjin knew it would look amazing on him. Especially with the long black coat that would go with it.

Hyunjin held it up with a smile on his face while keeping it closer to Chan’s chest, he could see the vison and he knew it would look great, but he also knew that if Chan wanted to try it, they could wait to see it. Chan watched him do so, scanning his face with a soft smile on his face as he watched Hyunjin get excited. It was almost hard to even say no to a happy and excited Chan like this.

“I think this would look way better on you then it would me. Especially with the coat if it was windy or cold.”

“Oh yeah? I trust your judgement on that one. We still need to get you something before the end of the night, it starts around 8pm.”

“What time does Felix get done? You know he loves giving the phone calls.”

“Even they don’t know since everything is going to be about setting up, getting to know the area and the walks. But I promised I would be awake when they called and tell them about the day if you were asleep.”

“Awe like I’d ever miss those talks. If you’re trusting me on this one, then I know the perfect outfit I’d want to go with the deep shade of red. I planned on getting it if I saw it today.”

“Then let’s go get it, shall we?”

Twirling Hyunjin around, Chan watched as Hyunjin smiled before walking over to the outfit. The deep red suit that would show off some of his chest, but not all of it. Having some buttons on the side with some matching pants. hyunjin loved it and gladly picked it up, facing Chan with his excited smile while holding it close. Making sure nothing was hitting the ground even though he knew this place always made sure that everything was cleaned, even the floor just to be safe so no one could ever get sick or anything in that matter.

With the same soft smile on his face, Chan walked ready to pay, but with the owner of the store being there, he didn’t let either of them pay for anything. After all a prince doesn’t need to pay for anything, if he wanted it then he was going to get it no questions asked and if others had a problem with it, then they could simply talk and then leave, the owner had better things to deal with and doing any of this was just not one of them. With the bags in hand, the two walked out holding hands together, Hyunjin having a bright smile on his face while Chan had a softer smile on his face while watching Hyunjin have a happy skip in his step. Wanting to look around more to look at any accessories. But he knew Chan would make sure he got the best of the best. If anything Hyunjin would walk out with something new on him regardless who he went with.

It was around 30 minutes before the pair walked out with more bags in hand while walking to the car Chan brought; it had enough room for the bags because hyunjin, or at least the both of them were walking out of there with more things than they had in mind, but Chan would never complain. Opening both doors for Hyunjin to set his bags in and for Hyunjin to get in the passenger seat next to him. Hyunjin had his own passenger seat for different cars that he could be in. Often having pink fur on the seats with a mirror to make sure his hair looked good, a charger and cup holder and he could pick the music if they allowed him to. He loved it along with his seat warmer and cooler. Yes, he had his own car, which was rare for him to use unless he was driving somewhere and he didn’t want anyone to follow him around or he just wanted to go on the drive himself.

Sitting in the chair, crossing his legs over while Chan got in the driver's side, letting Hyunjin pick the music but not having something on too loud so the two of them could talk about more random things. Since he knew Hyunjin enjoyed listening to anything work related knowing both of them enjoyed talking about it before getting into the drama bits of it. He would often try to get more invoked in it but he also knew that Chan didn’t want Hyunjin to be spotted yet, because he knew some wouldn’t think much of it but others would let it take over thier work and Chan didn’t like to fire or reprimand people for letting the work drama fill up and mess with their work schedule and deadlines. He would have to figure out what to do before everything came down to a crash, and he wasn’t ready to deal with that.

“When we get ready, I have something I would to give you. And no, none of the others have worn it before so yes you’ll be the first to wear it.”

“Oh really? Lucky me. What is it? Or is that a surprise?”

“A Surprise because I want to see your Genuine reaction to the note we wrote with it. After that, we’ll have to leave before the long line of cars happen and as fun as that can be the opening is something you need to see before it gets full of people and I’m not letting you miss that for the world.”

With a bright smile, Hyunjin held Chan’s free hand and gave it a soft squeeze before the two of them came to a stop. Chan looked over to see the soft sparkle in his eyes with an excitement written all over his face. Chan wanted to spoil things for him, to leave over and give him a kiss but he knew that seeing the actual reaction would be better. So for now he just had to make himself wait while taking hyunjin to his favorite Ice cream as promised. IF hyunjin ate something good before going shopping and took a picture to show Chan then he would take him to get some ice cream, and that’s exactly what he did with a smile on his face. Watching Hyunjin get excited to get his favorite ice cream. Often letting hyunjin reach over to get the ice cream after Chan would give everyone a tip for working hard enough and making sure it was handed out to everyone.

With there being nowhere else Hyunjin or Chan wanted to go just yet, saving their energy for the big night. Chan took them to his house with Felix and parked the car, parking the car in the garage since he wanted to drive a different car when it was going to be for tonight and maybe see if Hyunjin wanted to pick another car to be driven in.

Then he would watch Hyunjin lean over to hold his ice cream and carefully sit back in his seat, making sure to not make a mess and would happily eat and would sing along with any random song that would come on from his playlist while happily eating. Chan often smiling wider while seeing Hyunjin out of the corner of his eye. Everything always felt better whenever Hyunjin would get his favorite ice cream knowing that there was nothing anyone could do to take it away from him and he would let no one do anything to take it away from him. They would have a fight that none of them would be prepared to handle because Hyunjin does not and will never play about his ice cream when he’s serious about it.

Pulling to the circle driveway with Hyunjin still finishing his ice cream, a smile on his face while Chan parked the car in the garage, knowing hyunjin would want to pick a different car to be taken to the event later and he was curious of which car he would pick, but he knew better to wait for this and he would. Parking the car and letting the butlers come and get the bags, Chan telling them which bags belonged to who and where to take them. Taking to the guest room where Hyunjin would stay at sometimes. Having the small penthouse to stay when the other two would be too busy to stay in the large house and Hyunjin didn’t want to be left alone in such a large place with no one to really talk to. So having a small space to himself felt better and more relaxed.

Hyunjin skipped inside, throwing away the empty cup of ice cream while wiping his face. Softly humming while turning to look at Chan, who was walking inside with his hands in his pockets. Hyunjin said he was gonna make sure everything in the guest room was ready before they would have to leave and get ready and Chan was more than okay with that. Watching Hyunjin walk up the stairs before his phone rang, it was from Felix. He must’ve had the free time he needed and wanted to see how things were going. Mainly wanting to check on Chan to see if the surprise was still going to happen the way they talked about for a while now and even before Felix had left to Italy for this show.

“Hey dear, how is everything?”

“Busy as always but we have some time before we have to go over more things. Did you spoil anything yet? Did you get any pictures? I know Hyunjin loves shopping by now before getting to do anything.”

“I told you I was going to do my best to make sure nothing got spoiled and so far I’m doing great, I think after organizing his closet some more he’s gonna swim for a while before like 5, you know he enjoys his long baths and making sure he looks his best. It’s no wonder more model recruiters have reached out to him and I’m honestly so happy to see that.”

“Awe you sound so happy. Is the note gonna be ready? I know I wrote my part, but I wanted to know how yours was coming.”

“I finished it, I’m sure Hyunjin will love it and I added he can ask questions when we get in the car. Since the driver won’t be able to hear anything and I’m making sure we get there early. Which is why I’m happy the place doesn’t open the doors till 7:30, we’ll be there before anyone else can get there.”

“Don’t shake the bed too hard and make sure to video call me! I wanna see it too.”

“Yes dear, I’ll make sure to video call you. Now please take care of yourself. Did the guards get to come for you? Do I need to send anything to you?”

“No dear, I have everything and saw the villa you got me. You did amazing and thank you for making sure I’ll be okay, now please be safe, I love you so much and I can’t wait to say it to our little sassy baby.”

Slowly walking out the in-floor tub, Hyunjin grabbed his favorite soft towel and got himself dried off as best as he could. Softly humming a random tune in his head while making sure everything was dried, he kept his hair in a high bun to make sure nothing got wet because he didn’t want to take forever drying his hair when they needed to get ready to go before the line and traffic was going to get bad. Though he was going to be happy that no paparazzi were going to barge in and make things more difficult than it already was.

After making sure he dried off well, and then adding his favorite lotion everywhere while making sure his face felt soft. He Slowly letting down is hair and messing with it, trying to make it feel messy but not too messy like he just woke up. He wanted some of his hair to stay on his shoulder and the rest to stay back to show off his face and the cut eyebrow. It was something he liked and enjoyed showing off now and then. Looking at the outfit and slowly getting it on besides the shoes, he wanted to see if he wanted to go with boots or heels just to hear the click. Saving most of his accessories to see what Chan had gotten him as just the surprise. Though he kept the earrings simple along with the bracelet. Looking in the full mirror and smiling to himself, he looked good, and he knew it.

So he walked out of the room and looked at his bed, where he saw a small red velvet bag with a note resting aside. Trying to not be too nosey about the bag, he walked over to the note and slowly picked it up, since it seemed like it was more than just one piece of paper. ANd he wanted to know what was so important that he wasn’t told about it sooner or even during the car ride back home?

Dear Hwang Hyunjin, this note is set up into two sections from both me, Felix, and Chan. We wanted to give you each a personalized note and what better time than a special dinner? I’m doing mine first since I know I won’t be there to see your reaction unless you call me afterwards. Trust me the lines for events like these to get the first look is long and I don’t want you to feel bad about anything because I care for you. Out of all the five people we’ve helped to get back on their feet, you're the first one who makes me and Chan feel like we’re in love again, but it’s not us who’s falling in love with each other anymore. It’s us falling in love with you, enjoying seeing you get excited about getting things or coming with us to explore the world knowing you can easily relax and tell us anything and know we’ll always listen. Even though it’s been almost an entire since we agreed to this and to some it feels like we’re moving too fast. But we spend almost every day and as someone who’s been married for this long, I know what love feels like because I get the same feelings I do when I see Chan just being his silly self and I know you’ve seen it too and couldn’t help but laugh. Trust me None of us are going to be mad and we knew better. Out of all the books I made to make sure I was prepared for this, but you’re the first to make us want to do more things than just spend time with you and actually want to do more… things a couple would. I know for me I want to kiss you; I want to hold you in my bed when Chan has to stay over or is making sure everything is safe or even when he comes home late. I want to call you pretty, call you mine even if I have to share you. I want to do a lot of things with you, but if you don’t want to take this step, just know all of us understand. We won’t let that change everything and will still take care of just the same as before. Don’t feel pressured to agree to this, because I rather you fully want this then feel like this was your way of payback. If you want this call me after or tell me whenever I call you. Now the second one is Chan’s, I hope if you're crying then its happy tears.

Hello there Hyunjin, I take it you read Felix’s note first, trust me he really has a way with words and can make just about anyone cry at his words although he never admits it. But he can express this better than I can. You are amazing to be with all the time. I want to kiss you whenever I see you smile, or whenever I see you twirl around or get excited to see me and run to me. It means a lot to me you feel comfortable with this before we just assume you are without expressing ourselves. Because it was something to me, As for the gift, it was a custom necklace me and Felix gave insight to and wanted to give you. If you wear it, this means that you agree and you truly want this. And if not I understand I won’t be mad if you didn’t want to accept this. Either way, we enjoy having you and I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable or feel you have to agree to anything. I can’t wait to see you after we get ready for anything.

Trying to blink away the tears he could feel coming down his cheek with a bright smile on his face. Wanting to run down and Hug Chan himself but he wanted to make sure he looked his best. Now this was definitely the reason to wear heels just to have a confident step and walk. Holding the notes close to his chest with teh smile, softly bouncing some before peaking in the bag and slowly taking out the large glass box holding up a red necklace. The silver chain that would rest nicely and let the red rubies sit on his chest and on his shoulders. It was perfect for now. Carefully clipping it on and fixing his hair and then walked around to get his shoes on. Softly smiling as he twirled himself around. He knew he was going to turn heads just by walking inside and knowing people were going to be looking at him. And he knew he was going to make it work even as he walked out of the room and down the hall to the staircase, where he could see Chan softly swaying around waiting to hear his shoes hitting the staircase.

And hearing his shoes come down fast took him off guard, turning around to see an excited hyunjin wearing the necklace, running down the stairs to run and jump into Chan’s arms. He saw the necklace shinning as Chan held him, a smile right on his face as he held hyunjin and twirled around some. Carefully setting down Hyunjin just to see his reaction. The two of them staring at each other knowing their looks were doing more of the talking rather than the words themselves. Feeling the tense leave his body while holding hyunjin close, knowing that tonight was going to be a rather intresting thing. It was something fun and he couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the night was going to go. Holding Hyunjin hand they walked to the garage and let hyunjin pick teh car, the driver being ready to grab the keys and make sure everything was going to be ready.

Hyunjin wanted a car with enough back space for the two of them to enjoy themselves. Walking to one with a black wrap around the car and smiling, the driver picking the keys and Chan opening the door for him to get inside. Hyunjin sitting on the passenger back side with his legs crossed and smiling widely while waiting for Chan to get in the car. Leaning his hand on the middle seat while seeing Chan get in the car and looking over at him. There was a divider between the front and the back of the car, meaning no one could hear anything unless the driver opened the little sliding door.

“I take it reading those notes made you excited to run downstairs hm? I thought I was gonna fall.”

“I mean how could I say no to the two of you! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be pushing boundaries since you two are a married couple and I don’t want to be slipping my way or making the other one jealous but to see that just made me happy and made every worry I had wash away. Though I must say what about me really made you two agree, I’ve done a lot of things in public that were something else I’m sure.”

“When you’ve been married for so long you can tell the feeling of love for someone, even if all their doing is dancing in the kitchen at around midnight with nothing better to do. And there is nothing wrong with that in the slightest dear I can promise you that. We just wanted to take things slowly at first before trying to do anything else with you just to see what your intentions were. If you didn’t want to do anything romantic or sexual with us we were going to be completely fine with that no questions asked. It’s your choice.”

Smiling even more, Hyunjin held his hand and gave it a soft squeeze while the car drove off to the venue. Hyunjin sitting with his legs crossed while Chan held his hand the entire time, watching Hyunjin look out the window to see everything, the long drive path to even get up there was closed off by a gate where only hired drivers had access to the code, to make sure no one had given out the code as a favor to their friends when no one prepared for any unwanted guest. Watching the trees slowly get bigger to hide the building, the bright marble walls with the black pillars. The flower display standing tall showing off the growing sprouts with the stone walkway leading to the front door, most of the time it would be covered by those wanting to take pictures to show off, but of course there are staff there to keep people going kindly in order to stop a large hold up before being able to walk inside to a nice red carpet that was steamed cleaned beforehand. Chan had only been here twice, both were invite only and he could bring Felix along, or he simply stated he wasn’t going. Going there turned out to be the best place to meet more people to get more deals with other companies and it help Felix grow when he was struggling for a while.

But Chan wanted Hyunjin to see the backyard before it would be full of people. The inside was just as grand, The chandelier lighting every corner with small sparkles showing off here and there. The stairs leading upstairs had the same red carpet to make sure no one would trip on anything with the guard railing to hold on to on both sides just in case. After all there would be drinks here, but the staff would do their best to make sure no one went home too drunk, after all the drivers can’t carry them inside and the guards to some of their houses would have a field day with this.

Unlike Chan’s house, this place had an entirely separate building in the backyard for the large pool with its own water slide, bar, and upstairs for more relaxing and in case they wanted to play some more music but those were for the summer events and those would rarely happen given the times. But Chan enjoyed this slow time because he got to let Hyunjin walk around the freshly watered flowers before the water dried up. Of course no one could take them home, though many have tried to pay their way into doing so it would never work out in their favor. But the sunset, which was the main reason Chan wanted to make sure they got here early before everything got off in full swing. Chan got to show off how the sun set in the large garden. No buildings to get in the way, no loud sounds to disturb the moment. Just him watching Hyunjin look over, the sun giving his skin a different glow than normal.

The sun shinning in Hyunjin’s eyes, the way his smile was soft yet gentle. Standing with his hands in his pockets to keep himself from touching anything. Chan had to get a picture, for himself and for Felix when he had the chance to send it. What made the pictures even more stunning was when Hyunjin slowly looked over, his smile getting wider, more genuine when he saw Chan smiling while trying to take a picture, but also trying to make it not look obvious what he as doing. But seeing that smile, the way his eyes were shinning at him, there was no sadness in his eyes or in his face. There was just the glowing happiness that seemed like it would never fade away with where he was. The necklace even shinning as the sun set more and the moon slowly risen.

“I hope those pictures turned out great. The wind was picking up.”

“These pictures turned out beautifully, some would assume it got staged, or I hired someone to take the pictures for me. Look.”

“You should definitely send these to Felix, think he would call or spam text?”

“Depending on the time, and if he’s allowed to then, yes. But, sometimes he gives a quick reaction before calling me when he’s opened to ask about the moment. He loves pictures like these and would beg for these to be framed around the house when you stay over. And to take with him on his trips if he can’t take you.”

The party was mediocre at best, though yes Hyunjin got what he was thinking of, some more numbers to cal or to ask Felix about when he returned. He was more focused on Chan when they would walk around or dance when they felt like it. But what turned the party around was when during one dance, Hyunjin took a risk by pulling his tie closer, their lips just barely fully touching each other before continuing to dance like nothing happened, he was hoping Chan would react sooner but Chan waited till it was just a little past 10, most people would have left and no one would make such a fuss about leaving the party a little too early for him to hear about in the morning. But the bad part was waiting in the car, Chan bouncing his leg like he was waiting but keeping a soft grip on Hyunjin’s hand but never letting go. If he looked over, he would kiss him like there was tomorrow and the driver still needed to return to his home before they could do anything. It was torture, Hyunjin thinking Chan would do nothing while walking in the house, walking to the living room after slipping off his shoes only to be turned around on the wall and met with a rough, yet passionate kiss. Chan’s hands resting on his hips as he did so with no halt in his movements.

Letting out a soft gasp before letting himself melt in the soft yet firm grip, Hyunjin felt his hands move up to Chan’s shoulders, trying to pull on the already falling cloak of his while trying to get the cloak off. He wanted to throw it off and get folded over, but he knew better. Chan having pulling away, letting out a long out breathe while leaning his head back, leaning down to grab Hyunjin’s hands and wrap them around his waist, keeping hyunjin against the wall before walking up the stairs, Leaning his head back to allow Hyunjin to leave kisses while letting out soft whines before getting dropped on the soft bed. Chan closing the door and tossing off the cloak and throwing it to the side along with the tie, kicking off his shoes and crawling over hyunjin, who was struggling to unbutton his shirt before letting his eyes close and feeling Chan kiss him once gain.

His hands traveling up to his chest to unbutton the shirt, trying to take it off to remove any forms of covering up anything for the two of them to just feel close to each other. Chan keeping control of the kisses while his hands slowly moved up to remove hyunjin’s top with one hand, the other one carefully squeezing his hands around hyunjin’s throat. Slightly pulling away just to hear Hyunjin’s gasp. Chan’s gaze staying on Hyunjin, watching his eyes roll back slightly, Chan having a smirk on his face as he watched hyunjin try his hardest to keep his eyes opened and staring at him. Feeling small but also excited under his gaze. HIs lips parted while his gaze stayed locked on the man in front of him. Wanting to see what else he would do to him in such a state. Even with all of their clothes still on, he was curious to how this would work.

“Tell me, what would you like me to do like this? If you tell me to do anything, you trying to walk would fail. Tell me hwang, I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want you to leave every kind of mark, make it known that even when Felix gets here and wants a turn I can’t walk because of you. I want my voice gone. That is what I want!”

His voice dripping with need, his hands trying their hardest to get access to any open and unknown skin to him just to feel. To melt under him and Chan just had the biggest smirk on his face, knowing he could do anything and it would work. But he was also going to take care of hyunjin given how this would be his first time having sex with someone, and he was going to make sure Hyunjin felt special during it, even if he had more experience under his belt. He still wanted to make sure Hyunjin felt loved under him. Chan made sure he had a pillow to stay under him, knowing it was going to be a long ride and he was going to be doing most of the work, that doesn’t mean that hyunjin won’t need something to grab onto. Even if there was very little for him to grab onto.

Moving his hand away, Chan leaned closer to his neck, leaving dark yet passionate hickies on him, slowly getting closer to his shoulder blade and chest. Chan loved to admire, to worship the person under him to allow them to feel like they’re entering the clouds and staying there. His kisses trailing down his chest while his large hands gently caressed Hyunjin’s thighs. Letting his hands stay in his messy hair, softly tugging some to the side while letting out soft hisses of each kiss he felt, wanting to buck his hips up to feel more. Letting his legs get moved around while staring down to Chan’s. Trying to keep the hair out of his face so he could stare and admire the entire time.

Falling against the bed, his thighs being lifted to Chan’s shoulders, Chan staring down at hyunjin like a hungry predator finally about to eat a meal it’s been dying to eat after being starved a meal for so long. He knew he needed to stretch out hyunjin first; he wasn’t about to rush it just yet. Licking a couple of his fingers, he leaned over, softly leaving kisses on Hyunjin’s shoulder again as his favorite spot, letting hyunjin’s soft hands aimlessly on his back.

“I’m going to stretch you out, scratch me, pull my hair or anything, I’m going to be doing this for a while to make sure you feel used to it, and nothing feels weird.”

Nodding his head, Hyunjin watched him carefully slide in one finger, staring him down, seeing how Hyunjin’s eyes closed quickly while his breath hitched. It was something new to him, and his body was trying to stay still, but trying to let himself still move just a little. Trying to look at Chan through his hair while trying to nod his hair, letting him know it was okay to add more after letting another finger slip through to stretch him out. His voice was getting higher, he wanted to squirm, but the look Chan gave him. The look of trust me, let me take care of you and everything will be alright. Even if words couldn’t reach out into each other’s ears. Letting out tiny whimpers, eyes staying closed while his head shook side to side. Some of his hair getting in his face while his arms gripped onto Chan’s forearms, not as tight as he could, but he was getting close to it.

Chan knew he needed to be loose enough, when Chan can let loose without having to worry about anything. Knowing that the person he loved is there, that their okay under his hold, he can do just about anything and take care of them the way they deserve to be. But he always had to wait a while before doing so. But the grin on his face was getting wider, more lust filled while he stared down at Hyunjin, seeing his eyes stay on him as much as they could before pulling his fingers away. Naturally hyunjin let out a whine, the empty feeling had him craving more, but how does one say they want more of something they never felt before till now? How does one get that when they’ve never had the feeling before?

“This part is going to hurt less after my fingers, but you control when I can go in, and when I can move, understand?”

With a quick nod, Hyunjin felt himself get more excited, seeing Chan get him as carefully as possible. Keeping both his hands on Hyunjin’s hips while keeping himself upright, his legs around his waist he slowly pushed in the tip. Staying still at first while he watched Hyunjin’s expression’s closely. How his mouth parted open to let out an airy gasp at the feeling. His knuckles gripping the sheets as he let out a hiss along with a moan. The way his body stayed arched back but Chan could only stay still. Biting his lip while looking down with his head tilted to the side a bit. He wanted to move, to watch Hyunjin squirm under him while hearing his voice scream for him like there was no tomorrow waiting for him. But he knew better and stayed as still as he could.

“More…More…” He watched Hyunjin’s face while adding more, seeing his eyes roll back while Chan stayed inside of him completely. He wanted to move, letting out a content groan, his arm shaking trying to keep himself under control while watching hyunjin slowly want more, asking for him to move slowly. His whimpers being high with his breath hitched before he looked at Chan. His mouth hanging opened just a little while he collected himself. Giving him a nod, he wanted more. He wanted to see Chan go wild and make sure there was a way he was going to walk or talk tomorrow even if he wanted. But something about that made him more excited. Seeing the look on Chan’s face with that dark smirk.

Staying still, Chan moved his legs back up to his shoulders, he knew it was the best angel to hit, and he wanted to watch Hyunjin beg. His hands on either side of Hyunjin’s head, while leaning down just enough to see him before letting his hips move at a rough yet fast pace. Seeing Hyunjin’s eyes widen while he let out a loud moan. Chan’s smirk growing into a smile while he watched Hyunjin’s hands try to grab onto anything just to have something to grip while his eyes rolled back. His mouth staying open wide the entire with a mixture of pants and moans leaving his mouth. Chan knowing where he was hitting was just driving him crazy, and he had the perfect pace to make Hyunjin a mess.

The way his head was trying to move and his back was arching, the mess of whimpers and moans coming for him. The broken record of Chan’s name being repeated with no end in sight. Chan’s hair staying back while Hyunjin’s hair was stuck to his forehead. Feeling the strands stick to the side of his face while Chan got to admire the masterpiece in front of him knowing that Hyunjin would go nowhere. That alone was enough to make Chan leave random kisses on Hyunjin’s chest. Staying there just to feel the touch of Hyunjin’s hands in his hair and on his back. It was always his favorite thing to have scratches from Felix whenever they did this. Knowing that no one could ever see his back unless he took his shirt off around his lovely husband and knowing that there was nothing anyone could do about it.

“Chan please don’t stop please! Holy shit how does Felix walk away from this!”

“Who said I let Felix walk after this? You think you’re going to feel your legs after this when I’m down with you?”

Licking the left side of Hyunjin’s throat, earning a breathy loud and drawn-out moan from the younger male. He let out a groan of his own feeling Hyunjin Squeeze around him. He was getting close, making it hard to move but also enough to make him feel amazing. He was making sure Hyunjin felt good and seeing his body rock back and forth, seeing him bounce from that was enough for him to make sure this first release was going to be amazing. Moving one hand back to make Hyunjin look up at him, his eyes fluttering opened as the two locked eyes. hyunjin trying to keep himself sitting up on his shoulders while feeling Chan’s thrust get sloppy and the sound of skin slapping getting louder. He knew he had to be coming, and it was going to be intense.

“Come on pretty boy, cum for me. Don’t hold back anything, not even your sounds. Cum for me and let your body react the way it needs to. That will definitively make you feel you’re laying on clouds.”

“Chan, chan chan chan!”

Letting his body react the way it needed to, hyunjin felt himself crumble back against the bed. His legs shaking while trying not to kick Chan, his back arched while his arms shook with his hands gripping the sheets so hard that they turned white on his knuckles. The loud broken moan followed by high pitch pants as he came down from his high, feeling himself get full made his eyes flutter closed while he laid there. Trying to stay awake and open his eyes back up. But it was impossible, his head leaned to the side and his breath getting more steady. Chan knew what was about to happen as he slowly pulled out. Walking to the bathroom and getting a warm towel with enough soap to get him cleaned off. Softly humming to himself as he grabbed his phone and took a picture of hyunjin asleep, sending it to Felix with the next message saying.

“This was worth every second. You’ll enjoy driving him crazy, lixie bunny ;).”

“Here you go sir, would you like your receipt?”

“No thank you, have a great rest of your day!”

Holding the small black bag, hyunjin was quick to walk to his own car trying to keep his head up like there was nothing wrong with him. The discreet bag in his hands while he slowly got in the car, setting the bag in the passenger and making his way back to the main house. He moved a couple days after and slowly moved in most of his things. It only took a while because the couple allowed him to decorate the spare room upstairs before doing so. Knowing that trying to move things into the couples already large room was going to make it feel cramp with everything, especially in the bathroom and Hyunjin didn’t want to go through that when trying to find a room that felt more like him.

He picked one of the spare rooms upstairs; it was large with its own balcony just like there room. Having a large walk-in closet where he could organize things better, his larger bathroom with a shower big enough to fit all three of them along with the tub that had its own tv and speakers in case he wanted to play music to relax. The carpet was replaced with something more fluffy when he walks barefoot; the curtains were a dark red with a golden robe to keep them pulled to the side and closed when Hyunjin was sleeping or when he was away. His own large circle bed against the left wall so he could look out the windows without having to turn his head so much to stare out there, his favorite pillows neatly stacked on the bed with his tv mounted on the opposite wall.

He loved his room, being able to add things whenever he pleased to and making it his own space that no one could just walk in and destroy. He recently added a clear circle table with a pink rounded chair, his own deck with all kinds of penciled, pens, markers, and things to draw with when he felt motivated to draw things or design whatever came to mind. His closet doors with golden knobs. He loved it.

But during a night like this, he wanted to sneak to try something. After his adventure with Chan months ago, he wanted to practice more. But he didn’t want to ask Felix, he didn’t know how to do it because he didn’t know how Felix would react to it. So he wanted to practice on something he could use. And since it was late at night, Felix had gone somewhere with Chan, and Hyunjin was left home alone now. Parking his car in the same spot as before so no one would notice that he left and hide the key's in the same spot before quietly making his up to his room. He wasn’t sure if anyone was home, since often everyone was quiet walkers and sometimes he would have to rely on knocks on the door.

Closing his door and closing the curtains’, turning on the tv so he didn’t get scared of every noise, he took out the purple dildo from the bag, hiding the bag somewhere along with the box while he looked it at. It wasn’t too long or thick, but it also wasn’t too small for him. He wanted to try two things with this, sucking it and riding it. He wanted to surprise Felix with something but he also knew he had little experience from it and just watching Porn videos would not do much because he wanted to feel it for himself. So he got himself comfortable in his bed, he wasn’t completely naked. He was wearing a loose buttoned shirt with the shirt opened and wearing a skirt with his favorite socks, he always thought the outfit was cute and wanted to try it. But he wanted to be sure if he liked it before trying to use it on either of the pair. So this was trying to test it out himself before trying to accomplish anything else.

Sitting on his knees with the bed, he sucked it off, holding the base with his hands and trying to get himself to relax and close his eyes. He knew he could not make himself do it any faster like this, he would try nothing but he was still nervous about it. A random video was playing and wasn’t trying to have it blasting in case the couple came home and they were tired. And Hyunjin wanted to keep himself focused on what he was doing. Getting his tongue used to swirl around it while learning how to breathe with something like this in his mouth. One hand keeping him steady while gripping the sheets under him, every time he would gag he stopped, trying to regulate himself before slowly picking the pace back up.

He pulled it out slowly, leaning his head down with saliva dripping from his tongue while panting. His eyes still closed before slowly opening, checking his room to make sure that no one was there to watch him. He had nothing on underneath his skirt, but he knew this was going to be new. Using the suction base to keep it still, hyunjin slowly kept the skirt up just a little before slowly trying to sit on it, letting out a high shaky moan each time he sunk down. Keeping the skirt up before letting it go just to hold on to the sheets. By the time he could have it fully inside, his chest was heaving while he was trying to get himself steady. Holding the same sheets before slowly bouncing. His mouth hanging opened and letting out quiet moans, him trying to stay calm and quiet.

Head leaning down with his eyes closed trying to get faster, his breathes were getting quicker before he nearly let out a terrified scream. Feeling his hair being pulled up by someone only to see that it was Felix. His hair pulled back into a ponytail with his tucked in shirt pulled out from his pants with his belt already off, and a smirk on his face when hyunjin came to a stop. Hyunjin’s face getting red while trying to talk. His mouth opening and closing while Felix examined him with his head slightly titled and a smirk on his face during the entire time.

“My my look at you. Got yourself a toy for when we’re both gone? Or were you trying to practice for something? Oh, I wonder what the answer is.”

His deep yet smooth voice sending shivers down Hyunjin’s spine before letting his upper body fall down on the mattress. Looking up to see Felix taking off his own shirt and kicking off his pants, leaving himself bare while crawling behind hyunjin just to see something. Hyunjin trying to sit up only to feel Felix’s hand keep his head down, it was something exciting while he felt the other hand mess with his shirt, slowly going down to the skirt while Felix leaned over to his ear. Softly bitting the top before letting out a slow breath in his ear, seeing how Hyunjin’s body was trying to stay still but slowly getting more excited with each draggingly slow movement.

“Tell me, what made you want to get this toy when you have me and Chan being one call or text away, Hm?”

“I wanted to practice something and heard toys were the best route to go…”

With his back, curling up against Felix’s chest, Felix grabbing the base of the toy and moving the base in a circle. Listening to hyunjin let out whimpers while shaking with his pants getting faster. His eyes staying closed while his mouth stayed parted. Felix looking up at the door to see a peeking Bang chan, his hands in his pockets while slowly and quietly closing the door. Walking over to Hyunjin’s desk chair and sitting with his spare Phone being taken out. Felix being slow and teasing, slowly pulling it back out before pushing it back in, Pulling up Hyunjin’s hair to make him face Chan. His eyes widening before feeling his body rock forward. Feeling the toy be moved around and thrusted into him at a quick pace. Trying to look at Chan seeing the camera being pointed at him.

“Don’t worry. No one knows of his little phone and only us three can see the context, it’s full of me begging for him to take me, he loves it when we beg. But he won’t do anything, this is my turn to taste. And you’re in for a longer ride then he could ever give you.”

Pulling it back out and just tossing it to the side, crawling back to the edge of the bed, keeping Hyunjin’s hair up so the two of them were locking eyes with each other.

“Show me what else you tried to learn before I got him first.”

Opening his mouth and slowly taking in Felix in his mouth, his eyes stayed close while he slowly bobbed his head. Trying to keep himself steady and breathing slowly while listening to Felix’s hissing breaths and soft moans coming out from him. Feeling his small hands grabbing a handful of Hyunjin’s hair to make himself stay still. Looking down and allowing Hyunjin to get himself steady and do as he pleased before they would do anything else. He didn’t want to hurt or rush hyunjin before he was ready. Letting out soft praises so Hyunjin doesn’t feel discouraged from trying and learning. But before long, Felix slowly pulled out, watching Hyunjin try to lean forward before being made to stay still with his mouth hanging opened while trying to stare up at him.

“Let’s put the little practice you did to use hm? I can always guide you.”

Laying on the bed, Helping Hyunjin crawl up and straddle his lap while moving along with Felix’s hands. Lifting him up and slowly sitting him down on him. Watching Hyinjin’s face and reactions to actually sitting on his cock instead of a dildo. Hyunjin’s hands resting on Felix’s shoulders trying to steady himself while letting out shaky moans. Felix keeping his eyes locked on hyunjin before slowly helping him bounce, getting used to the feeling of something inside of him like this for the first time. Felix leaning up to his ear just to whisper sweet nothings in his ears. Watching how the praises were pushing hyunjin to get faster. To get louder and enjoy himself even more.

“Look at my pretty boy trying so hard yet he’s doing oh so well for me. Do you need help? Do you want me to lay you on this pretty bed of yours so you can face Chan while I take you to heaven?”

“Yes…Please…Felix!”

With a smirk on his face, taking out the ponytail, he laid Hyunjin on the bed before making his hips move faster. Hyunjin’s eyes rolling back while his moans got louder. He was already close and trying to stay focused. Looking up to see Chan keeping the camera over him. He wanted to do something; he wanted something but didn’t know how to say it. But his mind was saying whatever it could without thinking.

“Fuck my throat!”

His head nearly hanging off the bed while his mouth stayed opened wide. Squirming under Felix who was leaving kisses all over his chest, his hands trying to grab at anything he could but there was nothing to grab. His tongue hanging out some while he watched Chan use one hand to get himself freed from his own pants, one hand keeping his head steady before giving hyunjin his wish. Both holes being used while tears streamed down his face on his fluffy carpet under him. His body shaking at each movement while his eyes stayed rolled back in his head. Both Chan and Felix letting out their own moans and groans above him while staring at each other and looking down at their favorite masterpiece around.

Everyone staying still to let out their own release. Chan Pulling out before he could to let hyunjin breathe while his face was painted with Cum. Hearing the loud and broken moan mixed with cries from him when all he could was react and shake at the pleasure he was in. His body nearly curling in on himself before he just laid there. His skirt being ruffled, the shirt being a sweaty mess with a smile on his face. Looking at the camera with a wink on his face before feeling himself fall asleep yet again. Felix slowly pulling out and taking care of Hyunjin together with help of Chan. Getting hyunjin actually dressed for bed with the three of them all cuddling in bed, hyunjin still twitching time to time while falling asleep, but Chan and Felix coming up with another idea for him, with a bright smile on his face the entire time.

Chan showing some places that Hyunjin would like, not going to anywhere too far or anything of the sort, but just somewhere relacing and calm without having to worry about getting their pictures taken and creating more scandals to deal with when they get home.

Swimming around in the pool, hyunjin had a wide smile on his face the entire time. Wearing his favorite swim trunks as he swam on his back, softly humming along before hearing the muffled sound of his name being called out. Slowly standing up right, Felix sitting on one of the beach chairs while Chan came walking with a drink tray for drinks for the three of them. Nothing too strong but something good enough to make everyone smile at the thought while Hyunjin swam back over to the stairs. Sitting down on the top stair while Felix walked over with a beach robe on with his boxers on. Walking and letting his toes sit in the water while Chan sat on the right, Hyunjin sitting in between the pair with a smile on his face while taking a sip. Pushing back his wet hair while showing off some hickies he got from the private plane ride to this resort for them to just relax and feel at ease throughout the trip for the entire week that they were there.

“Ooo these are tasty drinks. This how we’re starting the night Mister Chan?”

“Their not too bad, and besides the nights here make it impossible to sleep with the shows. Ask Felix he never wanted to sleep until like 4am but still wanted to be awake early to see the early morning things. And Felix isn’t a morning person in the slightest so imagine how that's as going to be playing out.”

“Hey! Not my fault belly dancing is a form of art and I wanted to see the designs! Besides nothing wrong with admiring those who especially fire dance. They do amazing.”

“I’ll keep this in mind my two Resort experts. As long as we get to eat food and I get to take pictures.Like I’m going to ever pass any of this up for anything.”

“We got you honey bun, we always will.”

Leaning back against the wooden deck, a smile on his face while the pair each gave him a cheek kiss. Hyunjin smiled as he took a sip of large drink. Looking at the bright sunset while enjoying the lights glowing under the pool, being excited for tonight and would hopefully get the chance to dance he knew it was going to be an amazing night, and an amazing long week for the pair and that was exciting him even more. How else was he going to enjoy the day's to come from these adventures? Swimming for a while longer, Hyunjin slowly got out of the pool and walked to the shower room to get himself ready. He wasn’t taking long since he knew the others were ready and he wanted to go outside and see what else was going to happen and since it’s hot; he brought his own little shorts and crop top to make sure he would not sweat. Even though it’s chilly that doesn’t mean he won’t start sweating trying to have some fun.

After all, he not only had a necklace to wear as a reminder, but he also had some rings to wear to follow on each hand as a trademark. He loved doing so when he got to show it all off along with his own custom earrings to match with it all. With the final look, wearing a loose little robe to go with it, he winked at the mirror to himself; he knew exactly what he was doing and how it was going to play out for the rest of the night.

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 106 (A Cautious New Year's Eve)

Ray Pierce, the Landgraabs' driver, arrived after dark to pick up Ash on New Year's Eve. Heather's parents, Daisy and Neal, had come from Henford to spend the night with Lavender, as Heather and Conrad had intended to catch Johnny Zest's stand-up at the Calico Lounge that evening.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "Would you believe there was an accident on the Simmerloop tonight?"

"It's alright," said Heather, as she and Conrad pulled on their outerwear to head to the Salty Paw. "My sister made it with her wife and said Johnny's having a great show! We'll still be able to meet them at the bar well before midnight."

Despite the dangers circling their lives these days, the police detail outside their home and the clinic remained in place. Conrad had checked the number that called Ash on the police database, and found it had been passed around a few telemarketing scams. With reports of similar threatening calls from the same number, he concluded it was likely nothing more than a robocall and a prank, and not targeted to Ash whatsoever.

Though still uneasy, Heather accepted this and was, for once, glad her son was headed to San Myshuno to stay with the overbearing but security-heavy Landgraabs. Malcolm hadn't aired a story on Simlandia National, just as they'd hoped, and she knew she couldn't let her fears of a curse - or worse - affect her son. They would not let Ximena control their lives from wherever she was hiding.

"Have fun at your Dad's place, buddy," said Conrad, as they sent him and Ray on their way.

Before they left for Fisherman's Wharf, they showed her parents where Lavender's beloved yogurt melts were kept inside the fridge. Their picky eater had finally found foods she loved - unfortunately, they were all sugary finger foods like yogurt melts, Oaty-O's, and Peanut Butter Puffs. "Try the banana slices with her first," Heather pleaded. "Or she'll be up all night from too much sugar."

Daisy grinned, kissing her granddaughter's forehead. "I'd stay up all night long just to hang with this cutie."

Neal spent time playing with Mayor Whiskers and didn't really look at Conrad, which wasn't all that surprising. The precinct hadn't made any progress on the search for Ximena, so it wasn't like there was much to say. The lack of progress bothered Conrad much more than it did Neal, anyway.

"When you see Nicola, tell her we say hello," said Daisy. "We missed not having her at Winterfest this year, but I know it's been hard for her mother ever since poor Eddie's death."

Heather smiled. She wasn't convinced the only reason Nicola didn't join Hazel for Winterfest with their family was because of her grieving mother, Kim. But for Hazel's sake, she kept her opinion to herself.

She remembered her conversation with Hazel the night they brought home Felix Psyded, and worried things between her and Nicola had only gotten worse since, not better. But they would both be in town this evening, and she hoped they'd both be in good spirits.

The Salty Paw was full of revelers by the time they finally made it to the bar. Johnny and Eva were already there, preferring to watch the countdown to midnight with their friends - instead of a room full of complete strangers at the swanky members-only yacht club that paid him to perform.

Hazel and Nicola were with them, and Hazel shot her sister a pained glance as soon as they got up together to order a round.

"We fought all the way here," lamented Hazel by the bar. "She complained about everything, she thought the show wasn't funny. She almost decided to stay at the yacht club without me all night."

"Things are really that bad between you these days?"

"No matter what I do, I can't make her happy. And lately, it's reciprocated. No matter what, I get anxious whenever she walks in the room. I don't know what kind of mood she'll be in and I just...freeze. Wait for the tornado to pass, you know?"

"Hazel, I'm sorry. Have you tried counselling?"

"We keep talking about it, but we can't get our schedules to line up."

"You're both here tonight," Heather pointed out. "Are you sure it's not that you just can't get your schedules to align for therapy? That's kind of telling..."

Hazel sighed, with a small nod of her head as they returned to their table with drinks. "That took a while," Nicola sniffed. "I hope my ice hasn't melted."

"Yeah, well, it's freezing outside. You could keep your drink cool with some nice Brindleton Bay snow."

Nicola sneered, pasting on a facetious smile. "You mean snow covered in stray animal droppings? Only you have a taste for that, Hazel."

"So, anyway, has anyone made any resolutions for the new year?" asked Heather, desperate to change the vibe while her baby sister's marriage all but crumbled before their eyes.

"I'd like to travel more!" offered Eva.

"Wouldn't we all," Heather agreed, grateful Eva seemed as anxious as she did to silence Hazel and Nicola's bickering. Conrad glanced out the window in the midst of their chatter and did a double take, spotting a familiar figure standing in the snow by the patio tables.

"I'll be right back," he said to Heather, before making his way outside. Eyes wide, he stared at the man before him, reaching out to shake his hand. Though he looked as corporeal as any human sim, their hands slid right past one another. "It's really you," he said. "You're back."

The old man smiled. "Hello, Sargent. The name's Ben Gordon. Nice to formally meet you. Finally." ->

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TIMING: recent. LOCATION: a baby's day out fan event PARTIES: @banisheed & @recoveringdreamer SUMMARY: felix and siobhan attend an exclusive event for fans of the critically acclaimed film baby's day out (1994). CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

“Adventure. Comedy. Crime.” — Baby’s Day Out IMDB page genre listing

Baby’s Day Out was released on July 1st, 30 years ago. Since the baby bink (the baby of the titular day out) first crawled on screen, a handful of discerning moviegoers knew they had something special on their hands. And thus, the Coalition of Baby’s Day Out Enjoyers was born. Though their numbers have dwindled over the years, they kept studious tabs on anyone that has ever talked positively about this movie or seen it from start to mediocre finish. This was, by Siobhan’s estimation, about three people. Four, if she could be included, but she would sooner turn back into a baby herself than be counted among the ranks of these cretins. She was an idiot for thinking the vague invitation she’d received could’ve been something interesting. She remembered the moment she opened it: the paper smelt like baby powder and the words—”you’ve been chosen”—tugged on a doomed desire. For some unfathomably stupid reason, she’d thought this was from Saol Eile. Yes, of course, that was a bridge she thoroughly burned. But, still, if only…

No. Instead, she was here. Siobhan knew more about the history of the Coalition of Baby’s Day Out Enjoyers (the organizers of this belated anniversary party) than she ever wanted to. Due in large part to the woman in front of her who simply would not shut up, no matter how many threats of violence she was given. Eventually, Siobhan had to admit defeat and let the useless facts rain down on her. She tried to look around the space for something interesting to focus on instead but everything was baby themed: baby decorations, baby balloons, baby food. In lieu of the typical party champagne, there was warm milk served in sippy cups. Siobhan sipped hers slowly. “Do you think he’s coming soon?” the woman asked. Siobhan’s heavy eyes turned to the large sign at the entrance to the room: “SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE: JIM FOLEY (OLD SOLDIER #3)”.

Siobhan slurped her milk. The door creaked. Anticipation vibrated through the room; three bodies snapped to attention like meerkats, their eyes bulging at the door. The door swung open and there was, finally, the reason Siobhan had stayed. But not the reason the rest had. A chorus of disappointment and grumbles echoed as soon as it was clear that Jim Foley was yet to be seen. “Felix Mendoza,” Siobhan cooed, grabbing a blue sippy cup of milk for them. “We finally meet.” Her smile was lopsided, one white, sharp canine sticking out between her lips. She had endured torture just for this moment; just to meet them. When she saw their name on the tiny guest list, it was as if Fate had kissed her. “Milk?”

—

Felix didn’t get a lot of mail delivered to the Grit Pit. They hadn’t gotten a lot of mail delivered to their apartment, either, to be fair — mail was kind of dead, really, and mostly the things they found in their mailbox were thin cardboard postcards advertising car dealerships or coupon books with deals that, when you really looked at them, kind of sucked — but they got even less here. Part of it, they knew, was because they hadn’t really updated their address anywhere. They fully expected (or hoped) to be out of the boiler room in a matter of months, even if the time was passing them by quicker than they’d hoped with no real exit in sight. But, of course, there were other factors at play, too. Any mail they got was ‘inspected’ before it made its way to them, read over and discarded more often than not. Leo said he was doing them a favor. Felix, he claimed, was exactly the type to fall for some stupid scam. Maybe it wasn’t an unfounded accusation, but… there was something a little dehumanizing about it. People got mail, but Felix didn’t. It was just another entry in the long list of ways the Grit Pit made them feel less like someone who mattered.

All this to say, the envelope sitting on the chair in the corner of the boiler room with their name scrawled neatly on the front was… unexpected. Felix had approached it with a furrowed brow, had opened it cautiously as if it was a thing that might bite. But, instead of some cruel prank left by Leo and his friends or some quiet words of encouragement from Thea, the envelope contained an invitation. Better still, it contained an invitation that was of interest to Felix.

Baby’s Day Out was a strange comfort film to have. They’d figured that out pretty quickly, when they’d mentioned it in school one day and been met with a room full of blank stares. It was stranger still for a child to love the movie as much as Felix had, but he’d worn out no fewer than four VHS tapes before the film was rereleased on DVD seven years after its initial home theater release. They’d left the DVD behind when their father packed them all up, of course, and they’d never been able to find another copy. It was on streaming, but it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t have the special features, the director’s commentary, the featurette. Perhaps, they thought, this event would be selling copies.

And they really did want to meet the guy who played Old Soldier #3.

So, with little more thought on the matter, Felix had decided to attend the event. They’d put on their nicest button-up and a pair of khakis, they’d gone to the location specified, and they’d felt a sense of excitement flowing through them as they opened the door. From the way everyone looked at them, they weren’t the anticipated guest that had seen all eyes on the door. Except… there was one woman who was staring a little. It took Felix a moment to recognize her from her icon, and they offered her a small, uncertain smile as they approached. Hadn’t she disliked Baby’s Day Out? Why was she at the party? Maybe she’d changed her mind about it. It was the kind of movie you needed to see more than once to really appreciate, after all.

Felix glanced down at the cup in her hand, shaking their head. “Oh, um, no thank you. I’m lactose intolerant, actually, so I can’t — Milk’s not really, uh, good for me. Um, did you change your mind? About Baby’s Day Out, I mean. Do you like it now?”

—

Perhaps she had underestimated Felix. Clearly a mastermind, they’d faked lactose intolerance to embarrass her with having to hold two sippy cups. Siobhan smiled, eye twitching. Of course this meeting of small-minded, fictional-baby-adoring people hadn’t opted for dairy-free alternatives; how could she prove Felix was purposefully deceiving her? In the war, they’d already won the first battle. “Yes, of course. So many humans lack the means to digest lactose. And yet, who was it that domesticated the poor cow?” Though it was a small assurance of superiority that she could digest it—she came from generations of cattle farmers, though they preferred more pretentious titles like “yogurt barons” or “cheese sovereigns”—it was an assurance she would take. Then, the second battle: a devastating first move delivered swiftly by Felix. By asserting that her appearance here must mean she liked this horrific movie, they expertly wounded her demeanor of nonchalance. Well played, Felix. “No, this movie was an insult to all of my senses.” Surely they had to know that she was here for them? To kill them? Did they forget the fact that she wanted to kill them? Ignorance was a strategy she hadn’t anticipated. She couldn’t outright say she was going to kill them, not while holding two sippy cups. With one sippy cup, perhaps. But two? Felix had clearly orchestrated this. Siobhan seethed. “I don’t like the film. I’m here for…someone special.” She winked. Obviously, she was referring to Felix, as she was sure they would pick-up on. She wouldn’t tell them that she’d initially mistaken the invitation for something else.

If they moved to a place where she could put down the sippy cups, then the glove could be thrown down. Siobhan gestured to the food table, adorned with baby-themed foods and several jars of baby food. “You must be hungry after all your…” She surveyed Felix’s outfit: disgustingly and disarmingly banal. Was being bland a part of Felix’s plan? “…arrival. Perhaps we should venture to the food table?” There was also a table of merchandise—shirts and the like—but the contents were so unappealing to Siobhan that the table was practically invisible to her attention. The food table, at least, was such an affront that she remembered it.

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“Well, not just humans,” they said. Then, realizing that this might threaten to out them as something other than human, they blinked. “I mean, um, cats are lactose intolerant, too. And dogs! A lot of adult animals are. Um, something about enzymes. Your body stops producing them when you get older. I read — I read a paper about it, one time. To figure out why I was lactose intolerant.” That was a thing people did, right? Read papers? Felix felt so supremely out of their depth here. Siobhan was smart. He could tell just by the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. And Felix, as they’d been reliably informed time and time and time again, was not. Siobhan already seemed to dislike them, scorned by their suggestion that she watch a movie she evidently hadn’t enjoyed. Felix didn’t want to make her angrier at them, even if it seemed she’d warmed to Baby’s Day Out. Or… maybe she hadn’t. She was still saying she hated the film, claiming to be here for someone special instead. Felix’s eyes drifted to the poster behind her, the one advertising the event. As things clicked into place, they nodded. “Oooh,” they said, certainty washing over them like a warm ocean wave. “You want to meet Jim Foley. Has he been in other stuff? I’ve only ever seen him as Old Soldier #3, but I thought he did a really good job. He was my favorite of the Old Soldiers.”

Siobhan wanted to find a table, and Felix was a little surprised at the idea that she wanted to find a table with him. Maybe they’d misjudged her dislike of them. It was possible that Siobhan was just bad at making friends. If that was the case, didn’t Felix owe it to her to make things a little easier? They offered her a small smile, nodding their head. “We can go sit down,” they agreed. “I’m not really sure about the food, though. Baby food is so mushy, you know? I don’t really like how it feels in my mouth. Um, but maybe it tastes okay? We can try it! Which one do you want? I can grab you a spoon.”

—

Clearly an intelligent individual, Siobhan noted; reading papers and what not. She did not read papers. She read plenty of books, amalgamations of paper, but never the reported findings in medical and scientific papers themselves. Why was it that she waited until the writing was distilled into a book before she learned it? Felix was ahead of the curve. “Yes, I suppose some animals are lactose intolerant.” She seethed, squishing one of the sippy cups she held as she tried to maintain her thin smile. The plastic creaked in her hand and milk sputtered out, trailing down her arm. “Jim…Foley?” As the insinuation hooked deeper into her, her grip on the sippy cup continued to tighten. “He wasn’t even—Old Soldier #5 was clearly…no…I’m not…” They said it was such certainty that Siobhan almost believed that they believed that she was truly here to see an unknown actor. Of course, she knew better. Felix was playing a game with her, and of that she was extremely certain. Finally, the extra sippy cup burst into shards of thin plastic and splashes of warm milk. Wiping milk out of her eyes, she noticed that the entirety of the mess was on her and not a drop on Felix. That must’ve been the lactose intolerance, she thought bitterly.

Siobhan continued to drip milk, blinking at Felix. She could fathom only one thing worse than being here, being soaked with milk: eating baby food. Again, Felix had somehow anticipated her. “No, I’m not hungry,” she grumbled. “I don’t eat baby food. I don’t want to eat baby food. I am never going to desire baby food. Do not get me a spoon. Do I look like I need a spoon right now?” She also wasn’t going to admit that some of the fruit flavors sounded tasty; it was essentially applesauce, right?

—

Siobhan was holding her milk pretty tightly, and Felix wondered if she was worried someone might take it. They’d been later than she was to the event; maybe this was a problem that had been recurring throughout the time she’d been waiting. Felix cast a curious eye around the room, trying to determine if there were any obvious milk thieves among them, but it was hard to decipher based on looks alone. Milk thieves — they’re just like us! They offered Siobhan a smile they hoped was reassuring. “Rats aren’t lactose intolerant,” they offered. “Pigs, either. Oh! And, um, cebus monkeys. That one was really interesting to me. You don’t think about monkeys drinking milk, right?” They shifted their weight uncertainly as Siobhan squeezed the cup hard enough for milk to drip down her arm. “Oh, hey, yeah, Old Soldier #5 was good, too! Um, he was probably my second favorite Old Soldier. Old Soldier #1 is my least favorite, actually, which is kind of funny, but I —” The cup in her hand broke. Felix took a step back instinctively, wincing as it shattered. “Oh, man. I think there’s napkins over there. Well, I mean, they’re cloth diapers, technically, but you can use one as a napkin. Should I grab one for you? I don’t mind.”

She didn’t seem to be having very much fun. Felix wondered why she’d come, if she wasn’t a Foleyhead. (That was what fans of Jim Foley’s performance as Old Soldier #3 called themselves; Felix had read about it on a Baby’s Day Out fanpage.) Maybe she did like the film and was embarrassed by it, given her extreme insistence to the contrary. Felix tried to find a way to silently communicate that it was okay to like Baby’s Day Out. It was nothing to be embarrassed by, in any case. “That’s okay, too! The texture’s a little weird, I think. And some of the combos, too. Like, you don’t have to mix carrots with so many things, right? It’s bound to taste weird.” They paused. “I think I’m going to try it anyway, though. Just to see why babies like it so much. Are you sure you don’t want any? There’s one with coconut and garlic and, like, I gotta admit, I’m curious. You know?”

—

“Yes, I suppose…rats and pigs….sure.” Why did Felix know so much about milk? Siobhan didn’t care; mammals lactated and the young supped from their mothers. “I…do think about monkeys drinking milk.” Not often, of course. Was Felix trying to get her to admit she was some pervert who thought about mammalian lactation often? The milk drinking of animals wasn’t a consideration. “They are…mammals. Most mammals… All mammals…” She couldn’t say for certain that all mammals lactate; it wasn't a topic she knew much about. It could turn out that there were some species of whale that didn’t or rather, what did those egg-laying mammals do? Siobhan loathed not knowing things; her face burned hot at her own stupidity. Did Felix know that? Is that why they’d brought up lactation? Yes, her own education blind spot had been this and with great shame, once she was freed from this battle, she would have to read some books about lactation. Fates, Felix was a cruel fighter. “Some birds produce ‘crop milk’,” she offered, though it was not truly milk at all—or was it? Siobhan clearly didn’t know. She merely wanted a fact to communicate that she wasn’t stupid; she knew things about milk. “It doesn’t have carbohydrates,” she said. “No milk sugars. So, perhaps the title of ‘milk’ is more colloquial.” Siobhan couldn’t let Felix jump in with a correction and embarrass her.

Siobhan was rigid with anger, holding back the sharp desire to scream. Her tensed shoulders started to ache and her back—often a source of pain—burned along the spine. Yes, of course, instead of napkins they had cloth diapers. Yes, of course, what was Siobhan to do but accept the cloth diaper? It was there, it was absorbent, Felix knew this. Yet another scheme, she thought. Everything had been so perfectly crafted to infuriate her and only the smartest of minds could’ve facilitated her personal hell so acutely. Felix was a dangerous enemy to have. “Yes, fetch me a…” Siobhan shivered. “…diaper.” At least they were cloth, she thought. That was better for the environment, wasn’t it? She also didn’t know. Anything regarding babies was an additional blind spot. Fates, would she have to read books about them as well? If she had children of her own—as banshees were expected to, not that she wanted them—she would’ve taken her mother’s approach and let the child loose on their own. Yes, she’d turned out fine under her mother’s lack of early supervision, hadn’t she? Once she’d answered Fate’s call and was born anew, her mother’s attitude changed. As a child, in that useless time before the scream, she’d once heard a neighbor use an odd descriptor for it: neglect. Regardless, Siobhan never planned to know anything more about babies. Perhaps she’d simply ask Ingeborg instead of embarrassing herself at a bookstore.

“Carrots are nutritious,” she said, stiffly following Felix along. “They have fiber and are sweet, and so rather palatable to babies and do not upset their stomachs.” Maybe she didn’t need the baby knowledge after all; she tried to remember the things her grandmother had said, who was far more passionate about child care. She was always babbling some nonsense about how to take care of them. If Siobhan thought about it, that might’ve been a response to being incapable of taking care of her own, as Siobhan’s mother was one of three but never once spoke to her about siblings. But her grandmother was unwell and it was best not to think too long about why. The word ‘neglect’ sprung to mind again. “Yes, I’ll accompany you to the baby food,” Siobhan said, “but I don’t want any.” And she would never admit that coconut and garlic sounded extremely intriguing; that was halfway to a curry, she thought.

—

“Really?” Maybe Felix was the only one who didn’t think about monkeys drinking milk often. They wondered if they should ask Anita about it, or Wyatt. Maybe this was something they should be thinking about more. They nodded as Siobhan pointed out that most mammals drank milk. “That’s true, yeah! But most mammals lose their ability to tolerate milk after they’re weaned from their moms. It’s kind of interesting, when you think about it — humans are the only mammal that regularly consume lactose as adults! Unless they’re lactose intolerant, like me. But between you and me, sometimes I eat cheese, anyway. It’s good, you know? I like cheese, even if it makes me feel sick after.” Their eyes lit up as Siobhan continued, telling them about birds that apparently produced milk. “Oh, hey, that’s really cool! I didn’t know that. What species? Is it common for birds to do that, or are there just a few outliers out there?” If Siobhan didn’t want to talk about Baby’s Day Out — which was a little strange, considering she’d come to this Baby’s Day Out fan event — maybe they could still salvage the conversation by talking about birds. Felix liked birds, after all.

Offering Siobhan a small smile, Felix lead her towards the table with the cloth diapers. It also featured baby powder and diaper rash cream, though Felix doubted Siobhan would be needing any of that. “That makes sense. I guess babies do throw up a lot. Or, uh, spit up? I’m not sure why it’s called something different when babies do it.” They grabbed a few cloth diapers from the table. One at first, then two, then three. Looking at Siobhan and making note of the amount of milk she’d spilled — as well as the fact that her clothes seemed to be pretty fancy, by Felix’s standards, and perhaps in danger of staining if she didn’t see to the mess quickly — they added two more of the diapers to their grip, bringing the grand total up to five. Even if Siobhan didn’t need them all, Felix was sure they’d require a couple sooner or later. They had a tendency towards messiness, after all.

With the cloth diapers obtained, they made their way towards the baby food table, pleased that Siobhan seemed to have changed her mind enough to tag along. “You don’t have to eat any,” they assured her, though privately, they hoped she might try some. Their mother had always been adamant about expanding horizons, and wasn’t this a good way to do that? You could eat coconut and garlic separately, but you couldn’t know what they tasted like together without trying it. That was probably important. Stopping in front of the table, Felix grabbed a spoon and began browsing the jars. “The colors are fun,” they acknowledged, glancing towards Siobhan.”They’re all so bright. Do you think it gets like that naturally, or do they add dye to it? I mean, I know peas are pretty green, but this looks, like, super green.” They held up a jar of very green mush, labeled apple, spinach, asparagus, and peas. That was a lot of different components, wasn’t it? Felix popped open the jar.

—

Siobhan had started to think that Felix was an idiot, perhaps; the impression crawled into her brain between the discussion of lactation and watching them fetch diapers with a bizarrely honest resolve, as if they truly thought it would help. But if that was the case, it meant she had been bested by an idiot several times? No, this idiocracy must’ve been part of the battle; a ruse to have her doubting her senses. Siobhan knew she had too much pride to pretend to be stupid but the fact that Felix did so readily made them an enemy she couldn’t underestimate. “Pigeons,” she said dryly when Felix met her at the baby food table. “Pigeons produce crop milk.” Other birds as well, though she couldn’t name them, and didn’t want to. Surely Felix had no real interest in the lactation of animals, or in birds. Siobhan felt pushed out of her body, expelled from her own mind. “Woodpigeon,” she said. “We had…in Ireland. It’s large.” She mimicked the size with her hands. “There’s…a bird: the great tit. I thought…well, it’s funny, sure. Because…the name.” She felt like she was having a genuine conversation, without games, without meaning. She felt like a child, clumsily stumbling her way through her interests; she wanted to talk about birds, about bones, about plants and the fun things her and Jane had gotten up to all the while nervous that at any moment, interest would wane. A scolding was ever present upon the horizon but worse was the constant apathy.

But Jane had been dead for decades and this feeling—pathetic, embarrassing and vulnerable—must’ve been a piece of Felix’s plan. As a child, she could never entertain anyone’s interest for long. As an adult, her only goal was to entertain herself. She ought to get back to that. Siobhan straightened up. She took one of the cloth diapers and dabbed herself. She wished Old Soldier #3 would show up so she could run away. An exit now, without distraction, was surely rude, and Felix must’ve known this and used it to torment her. Siobhan paused in her dabbing. Why did she care at all if it was rude? It was the terrible atmosphere Felix had crafted: friendly, polite. “You wouldn’t give a baby food dye,” she grumbled, tossing away her diaper and grabbing another. “It’s just…if you blend enough green things together you get something green.” Why was she explaining this? The jar popped open and a gentle smell wafted around them. There was nothing questionable about baby food; it was by its nature bland but generally nutritious. Yet, the labeling of ‘baby’ turned the act into an oddity. Felix was doing this. Why? A power move?

Siobhan would not be humiliated like this; as though she was too much of a coward to engage. All this time, Felix had been humiliating her: talking to her about lactation and mammals and Baby’s Day Out and making her forget that she was here to kill them. She reached down and plucked an unappealing brown flavor: chicken and gravy. The ingredients were ground chicken, water and cornstarch. She popped it open, grabbed a spoon, and shoved the baby food into her mouth. With anger, she swallowed. It tasted like watery, unseasoned chicken. Much like her mother’s cooking. She slammed the jar back down. “What do you want?” She asked. “Don’t…” She drew her finger up. “Don’t you dare say you want to meet Jim Foley. We both know that isn’t true. What do you really want? I concede. I give up. You win. What do you want?”

—

“Oh, hey, that’s really cool! Pigeons are neat birds. You know they were one of the first animals domesticated by people? Which is — I mean, domesticating animals is cool and all, because it got us dogs and cats, but you gotta wonder, right, why they chose the animals they chose. Like, if people way back when had domesticated, uh — bears instead of wolves, or bats instead of pigeons, would everything look, like, totally different now?” They were rambling a little, and they knew it. It was hard not to. Sometimes, in moments like this, Felix felt as if they existed outside their own body, as if they were floating just above the conversation watching themself ramble on and on and on as their conversation partner’s interest waned. Siobhan probably didn’t want to hear about the history of domestication, but it was hard for Felix to force themself to stop in the middle of a sentence. They liked hearing her talk about birds, though. They wanted to hear more about the great tit, wanted to know about the woodpigeons. “Are the birds in Ireland really different than the ones here? I’ve never really been out of Maine, much less the United States, so I don’t really know as much about birds in other countries. I mean, I’ve googled, sure, but that’s different than seeing them, right? You can’t really understand a thing like that until you’ve seen it for yourself.

In a way, wasn’t that what it all boiled down to? There were so many things that Felix would never understand because there were so many things that Felix would never see. Their life was stagnant, stuck in Wicked’s Rest until Leo decided to have mercy on them or some other fighter took them out for good. Of the two possibilities, Felix had always known which was more likely. Leo was no more inclined towards mercy than a bear was towards domestication. They knew that. Glancing back to the very, very green goop, they shrugged and shoveled a small spoonful into their mouth. It tasted bland, especially considering how it looked. It didn’t quite taste like peas, or spinach, or asparagus, or apples. It didn’t really taste like all of the above, either. It was a faint, nothing taste. Felix was a little disappointed. “Well, I mean, I know you shouldn’t give babies food dye, but lots of food has dye in it anyway. Like fruit snacks! Babies love fruit snacks.”

Siobhan opened her own jar — a less pleasant, brown-colored mix — and Felix flashed her an encouraging smile. Maybe she’d like it; maybe the brown was better than the green. They watched as she opened it, watched her dip the spoon inside. Their expression asked a question, even if they didn’t voice it aloud. Is it good? Does it taste nice? But then, Siobhan was slamming the jar on the table, sending small bits of brown mush flying in all directions. Felix’s brow furrowed in quiet confusion as she questioned their intentions. “I mean, I do think it would be neat to meet Jim Foley,” they said uncertainly. “But I thought — We were talking about birds. I just thought we could hang out.”

—

The stupid act that Felix was putting on was surprisingly well-crafted: from all angles it was convincing. Of course, Siobhan knew better; this was all a part of Felix’s plan to put her off-kilter. Everything about them was perfectly designed to irritate her, everything about this event was the same. They’d done it. They were behind all of this. Getting her to watch the damned film in the first place with lies about how the baby would be productive to society and sending the invitation out and crafting a story about a society of fans for a film that could not—in any logical world—have any fans. She could even bet that Jim Foley wouldn’t show up. All of it, everything, was just a game. Of course the birds in Ireland were different from the ones in Maine, everyone knew that; Felix was pretending. “Domestication wasn’t so calculated. Opportunities arose, certain animals showed themselves to be useful and friendly, and domestication proceeded.” But Felix must’ve known that already. “And it is one of the most despicable things humans have done.” The image of the screaming red gash across her first slaughtered cow burst into her mind. Her jaw clenched. She didn’t like this game Felix had crafted.

But it would only end the moment she knew what they wanted. The mushy baby food obviously wasn’t for the children that progressed to solids, but Felix must’ve known. Their idiotic comment about the dyes… how devious of them. Just enough to wedge under her skin. And the answer, the simple answer she wanted, spat on with a lie: I just thought we could hangout. After her outburst, after admitting she gave up, they still continued. It was obvious—just like everything else—Siobhan was not someone to hangout with. Siobhan laughed. Perhaps she was the idiot for assuming that someone this calculated would let her go. They wanted to break her mind and they had succeeded but she still had a chance to deny them the satisfaction of seeing it through. If she played along, they wouldn’t win.

Siobhan smiled—not as she usually did with a sharp, lopsided motion—but softly, pleasantly. She searched her mind for an older version of herself, wings on her back and free of scars, who still had the patience to fake amicability. “Sorry,” she said. “Yes, the birds in Ireland are quite different. Different species evolved in different areas, though I suppose the answer to your question also depends on what you find different enough. Some birds’ migratory patterns might have them flying great distances, but I don’t know of any specifically that travel through Maine and Ireland. If I were to hazard a guess…” she continued, as though she cared at all to explain this, as though she believed Felix didn’t know. She could hear her own saccharine voice and hated it. “…perhaps the Arctic Tern? That one, then, would be the same.” She felt wrong. She wondered if that was just the milk she was still soaked with.

“You could birdwatch,” she suggested, hating every syllable. Friendly meant helpful and Siobhan was neither by nature. “The birds you see around you have traveled long and seen many wonderful things and if you watch them, maybe you’ll see a little of the world in them. Birds come down from Canada, up from Venezuela–for example. It’s possible a bird is not native to Maine at all, or the United States.” Siobhan set down her milky diapers. “Regardless, Felix, I don’t believe it matters how many country lines you personally cross. A home is a place of its own ceaseless wonder and worldliness means nothing if you cannot appreciate your home.” Or return to it. “Maine is a beautiful state and you mustn’t think your life has less value for being contained within it. If it is your desire to travel, you should, but I cannot agree with any notion that suggests your life is inferior for the lack of boxes it has checked, so to speak.” It was inferior for a myriad of other reasons. Siobhan realized she sounded stiff, she felt stiff; another by-product of the milk, she guessed.

She sighed, now came the part of politeness that she especially loathed: asking someone about themself. “Do you have a favorite bird?” She asked through clenched teeth. “How was your green baby food?” If this was what it took to ensure Felix didn’t get a final victory over her, Siobhan wasn’t sure she could play along for much longer.

—

Siobhan was smart. It was hard not to be impressed with the library of information she seemed to have such easy access to in her mind. She knew about birds, she knew about domestication, she knew about babies’ dietary restrictions. Felix thought they could probably learn a lot from Siobhan, but it felt a little selfish to ask her to teach them anything more than she was willing to offer offhand, so they only nodded. “That’s cool that you know all that.” They tended to agree that domestication wasn’t great, though mostly because of their own… connection with wildlife. It was far easier to see things from an animal’s point of view when you had one living inside of you, wasn’t it? They wondered where Siobhan’s thoughts stemmed from, wondered if there was more to it than what she was saying aloud. Asking would be rude, so they didn’t. They only nodded, offering their silent agreement.

For a moment, they feared that even doing everything in their power to achieve politeness hadn’t been enough. They said they thought that maybe the two of them could hang out, and Siobhan laughed. Felix frowned, wondering if it was a silly notion to begin with. There were probably far better people here to hang out with than Felix, weren’t there? There was a man in the corner dressed as a giant baby who probably had far better stories to tell, a woman decked out in Baby’s Day Out merchandise, including a giant foam finger with Baby Bink’s face on it, who could certainly offer more fun facts about the movie than Felix themself. And Jim Foley was on his way. Siobhan would probably much rather hang out with Jim Foley than Felix, who had never been in Baby’s Day Out at all.

They felt self conscious, and prepared to excuse themself to go stand somewhere else until Jim Foley arrived. But then, Siobhan smiled in a way that seemed friendly. She started talking about birds and migratory habits, and Felix felt themself relax. They smiled back, listening as she spoke and making note of every word. Siobhan knew a lot about birds; Felix liked learning more. “The Arctic Tern? That sounds like one that would like more… arctic climates. Do they just fly through Maine and Ireland, or do they actually live here? I never thought of Wicked’s Rest as being cold enough for something like that, even if the winters do kind of suck sometimes.” They were engaged in the conversation fully, eager to know more about birds and what Siobhan might think of them. Did she like Arctic Terns? Did it make her homesick, seeing birds that flew through Ireland fly through Maine, too? Felix felt nostalgic sometimes looking at cardinals, which their mother had loved. Did Siobhan have any birds here that made her feel the same? Or was she cut off from them entirely, free from the bitter ache of nostalgia but unable to access the sweeter parts of it as well?

“I don’t know that I’d be much good at it,” they admitted. “Birdwatching, I mean. I know you’re supposed to be still and quiet for things like that, and neither of those are really my specialty. But maybe I could give it a try. You’re right, those birds have stories to tell. We should all be listening to them a little more closely!” Was watching birds, who had traveled from places they’d never seen and to places they’d never go, comparable to making those journeys themself? Felix was stuck where they were, as grounded as the trees rooted into the ground. The birds could build nests within the branches, but it wasn’t quite the same as the tree seeing what the world had to offer for itself. And Felix longed for that. They wanted freedom, wanted to be able to come and go as they pleased, wanted more. All the things Felix wanted were things they knew they’d never get. That hurt far more than they were willing to admit. “Home,” they repeated quietly. “Yeah.” The boiler room didn’t fit the word; they weren’t even sure Wicked’s Rest did. But what could be done about it? There was nothing else for Felix, who would never be permitted to leave. They knew that.

They didn’t notice the strain of Siobhan’s voice as she asked the question; Felix was, mostly, just happy for a change in subject. They hummed as they considered their answer, thinking of all the birds they knew. “My mom loved cardinals,” they replied. “But I don’t know. I always thought great horned owls were really cool. They just look neat, you know? What about you? Do you have a favorite bird?” Glancing down at the jar of baby food, they shrugged. “A little bland,” they admitted. “How about yours?”

—

Siobhan gave up again. She could tell Felix wanted to say more, or rather, had things they weren’t saying. After everything she said, all her useless prattling about birds—which may not have been accurate at all—she’d expected more. To her wealth of knowledge, Felix only said it was cool. Why were they like this? At what point did they give up and stop taunting her? She shook her head and tried to stay the course. Knowledge was a useful tool; an edge to gain against everyone else. Her mother believed it was necessary to amass as much of it—there were so many things she knew, yet she never once answered Siobhan’s curiosities. She wasn’t so eager to flaunt herself, to preen and be washed by praise. Even though her great-great-grandmother readily offered answers, there was never a hint of arrogance in her voice. Neither of them used their knowledge the way Siobhan did. The only thing left for her to cling to was the simple fact that she could learn more things in her centuries than any human could attempt to. If she was wiser than the person she was speaking to, then she maintained an untouchable value. She could be robbed of her wings, her dignity, her beauty but not her mind.

Yet, it was still strange to watch someone soak in her knowledge as though filled with genuine curiosity. Siobhan hadn’t sought knowledge with pure intentions since she was a child trying to understand her strange world. If part of Felix’s game involved the chance for her to show-off, then it was probably a ploy. Still, she liked doing it. “Yes, I’m not sure it really lived there but a home is different to a bird. Some birds have many homes, some, just one. In Ireland, you saw it off in the sea. I think they bred there, I’m not sure.” I’m not sure—would she have offered such a confession if Felix wasn’t so skilled at faking interest? She only knew things about the Arctic Tern because she’d desired their bones. If Felix knew more about this than her, they weren’t letting on and they certainly weren’t correcting her and it was agonizing to speak to someone who wasn’t trying to win. Of course they were, but they were good at pretending they weren’t.

She almost wished she was talking to the man dressed as the baby instead. At least he would be an idiot; she knew how to deal with idiots. Siobhan shook her head again. “Birdwatching doesn’t take anything special.” Or so she thought, at least. The title made it sound simple enough. “I’m sure you could start if you desired.” What more did it take that watching birds and cataloging it? Birds weren’t known for their ability to hide, were they? There certainly were some—the Canada goose—that she wished—Canada goose—would hide more—Canada goose. Certain birds that waddled with authority. Of all the animals that had adapted to living among humans, in human civilizations, she’d never seen one so domineering. The rat, the raccoon, and the coyote all seemed to carry a sense of shame and a desire for secrecy. Her distaste came from the previous year, when one nested on her farm, hissed at the dog and caused the dog to whine at her about it. Every day, the dog complained to her about the geese’s lack of desire to play. Much like her, she supposed. Then the dog was heartbroken when it left with its new family. There was something in the nature of human-adapted birds that made them brazen. …Why was she thinking about this?

Home seemed like a sore topic for Felix, their quietness about it screamed at her like a flashing alarm, but she didn’t care to know more and so didn’t inquire. “Cardinals,” she repeated. Was that an actual fact or a lie for the game? Why were they actually having a conversation about birds? In this baby-themed room? Siobhan wanted it all to end. When was Jim Foley coming? “Yes, an owl. Wonderful creature, great tufts.” She didn’t have the bones of that one. “I’ve always been fond of magpies. Common and annoying yes but…” She trailed off. She remembered why she didn’t act like this more often: it was horribly boring. “Horrifically bland.” She glanced around, eager for something—anything—that was more interesting. “Look, Felix,” she started, gesturing to the merchandise table. “Maybe we should go there? It’s clear Jim Foley isn’t—”

The doors creaked open. Anticipation coursed through the room. Finally, there was Jim Foley himself, Old Soldier #3. Everyone flocked to him. Siobhan was flooded with relief and she nearly toppled over with the force of it. She clutched the baby food table. “I suppose you’ll want to go to him now.”

—

Curiosity was a thing that had clung to Felix since childhood. Maybe there were jokes that could be made of that — old phrases about curiosity and cats that could be flung around with quiet ease, comparisons to housecats tangled up in yarn as penance for their curious nature — but that did little to stifle the feeling. Felix didn’t consider themself to be particularly intelligent, knew that few would argue against such a claim, but they still liked to learn things. They liked to turn the television to documentaries and consume every word from the narrator’s mouth so that they could regurgitate it later, spitting out half-digested facts just to see where they landed to people who didn’t typically care much. Later, they’d probably do a deep dive on everything Siobhan was saying. They’d learn more and more about the birds’ migratory patterns, about why they roosted where they did and what made them fly in the direction they flew. They might reach back out to her, might tell her what they learned and see if she had any thoughts on it.

But for now, they only listened. They made quiet notes of everything she said, thinking of birds and their nature, thinking of how home meant something different to a bird than it did to Felix and that neither of them were wrong in their thinking. They thought of those birds in Ireland, mating somewhere far from where they’d be in a few months’ time. “Do you think they miss it?” They questioned, fiddling absently with one of the cloth diapers they were still holding. “When they’re not in Ireland, do you think they miss it? And — And when they are in Ireland, do you think they miss wherever it is they’ve left? I think… If more than one place is home, it means you’re never really home at all, doesn’t it? You can’t be. Not unless you can be in more than one place at a time.” And that was tragic, in a sense, wasn’t it? To belong everywhere meant you belonged nowhere, too. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, not knowing where you belonged at all. At least it meant you had a chance to find out someday.

They hummed, thinking it was nice that Siobhan seemed to believe in them. If they wanted to, she said, they could start birdwatching. Wasn’t that a nice thought? Wasn’t it nice to think that the only thing that stood between Felix and certain things was a desire to pursue them? “Maybe I’ll try it,” they said. “Buy some binoculars and a book and go into the woods. Would you want to come with me? We could find the Arctic terns, when they’re here instead of Ireland.” Would it feel like home, for Siobhan? How much familiarity did a thing need to carry for it to come as a comfort instead of a painful feeling of nostalgia?

Nodding, they thought of the way their mother’s face used to light up with the flash of red that flew through the snow out the window. “The colors are pretty,” they said. They didn’t know much about cardinals beyond that, and they didn’t think their mother had, either. Maybe they didn’t need to. Maybe it was enough for a thing to exist and to be beautiful; maybe some things could be loved just because the brightness of the red against the snow made someone you loved smile once. But they liked owls better. Once, it had seemed a traitorous thing to admit, but they didn’t mind saying it to Siobhan now. “They’re called plumicorns,” they offered. “The tufts. I read that once. And – And they live in a lot of different climates. I don’t think they live in Ireland, but they probably could.” Magpies. It wasn’t the answer they’d expected, but they smiled anyway. A magpie wasn’t exotic or brightly colored or exceptional, and they liked that Siobhan liked them anyway. Not everything had to be. “I like magpies. I think they’re cool.” They glanced towards the merch table, nodding with one last look towards the door. If Jim Foley skipped out, they wouldn’t be too upset.

But then, the door opened. Jim Foley stepped in, looking a lot older than he had in Baby’s Day Out but squeezed into the costume he’d worn in the film all the same. The crowd flocked to him, but Felix hesitated. Maybe Jim Foley wasn’t the coolest person you could talk to at a Baby’s Day Out fan event. They turned back to Siobhan with a small smile and a shrug. “You were right, I think. Old Soldier #5 was cooler, anyway. Do you want more milk?”

—

With a child’s hand, it was easy to reach into the world and question. Why this? How come? Why that? When did? Everything was new then and so many answers were beyond that grasp. Curiosity was the response of living but her hands had grown and she wasn’t a child anymore. She sustained now: she ate, she slept, she obeyed her bodily functions but she didn’t dare nourish them. Siobhan watched Felix’s face, searching it for a hint of deceit. No one could be so charmed. No one could maintain such curiosity. It was beaten out of you, it always was. They told you to shut up. They told you simple lies to quiet the mind. You learned ridicule; you stopped being curious. Where was that inside Felix’s eyes? Or their simple questions? More than anything else, it was this that unnerved her: Felix held something she had lost a long time ago, and could never hope to have again.

“Of course they miss it,” she said, staring at her warped reflecting in the baby food. “Of course they miss Ireland. They wouldn’t come back, year after year and generation after generation, if they didn’t.” Did the minds of those Arctic Terns nest on the memories of Ireland as she did? Of course she missed it, it was her home. “I think you miss every place that means something. I think you miss every place you go.” She loved the birds here, silly as it was. The birds of North America continued to charm her. The magpies of her home chirped and sang but the gobble of the wild turkey and—yes—the honk of the Canada Goose charmed her still. Wherever her gaze landed, there was life. Such was true of the whole world, she reasoned, but she didn’t live in the whole world, she lived here. Of course she missed this place too, she wouldn’t have returned otherwise.

Would she want to come? “Yes,” she answered without thinking, robbed of the usual logical rejections that spring out like the quills of a porcupine. “I would like that.” Maybe they would find those damned Arctic Terns, or maybe they’d find a Cardinal. Maybe a turkey. Maybe a Blue Jay. She would like to remind herself of the beauty of the world. It was so easy to forget it.

She took Felix’s correction with tender grace, unbecoming of her. She met their eyes. She nodded and soaked their knowledge in and repeated the word to herself like a child: “Plumicorn.” Now she knew what it was called and the next time she found the bones of an owl, she’d remember this moment and Felix and know that her life was a little richer for the knowledge that it was a plumicorn. How terrible, Siobhan thought, she really had lost the game Felix was playing; she liked them in an honest way, thinking that this was who they were naturally. Oh, but that wasn’t true. As with everything else, there was the trick: her mother’s volcanic anger; her grandmother’s fragile moods; her great-grandmother’s punitive silence; her great-great-grandmother’s inexplicable laughter; Felix’s lie, waiting for her. And yet, the dominating thought on her mind was a simple thing: that sounded like ‘unicorn’. Wasn’t that remarkable?

Siobhan expected them to go—she wanted them to go—but they stayed and she couldn’t find the winning angle there. For the second time today, they won. For the first time today, Siobhan smiled honestly. “I would like more milk,” she said.

#banisheed #siobhan: baby's day out (1994)#wickedswriting

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secrettyrant · 4 months ago

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closed starter, the dog danielle and cordelia @hxckedvxid

When Danielle’s feet finally hit Clearwater ground, and she’s no longer balancing a wig the size of a moon on her head, there are still a few errands to run. Dropping by Real Beauty Salon isn’t exactly necessary, but after spending the morning pretending to be April Harris at the bank, she needs to feel a little human again. Just a trim, a blowout, some layers to make herself look a little less like she’s just walked out of prison...which, technically, she has.

Then, it’s off to see her people. Reggie ‘Two-Toes’ Vasquez. He really does have two toes. She's seen! and Big Kim in the alley behind a pawn shop, both of them already half in a fight over whether cryptocurrency is actually the future or if it’s just “Bitcoin Beanie Babies.” Danielle doesn’t give a shit either way. She’s just here to get herself a decent computer rig. Not for anything other than, you know, scams. And Runescape, obviously.

So now she’s pushing a rickety ass shopping cart full of totally legitimate computer parts, already feeling sweat prickling at her forehead as she struggles against the slight incline of the street. Huffing, wiping her face with the back of her hand, she shields her eyes from the glare of the sun. And then she sees a streak of blonde hair, the way it catches the light just right, familiar in a way that tugs something tight in her chest. Danielle stops dead, palms braced on the cart, and grins.

“Cordie! Jesus Christ, sweetheart, look at you.” She’s already moving, abandoning the cart for a second, one arm reaching out to pat her daughter on the shoulder, warm, firm, like a good solid there you are. “I’d hug ya, but-” she nods back to the cart, expression flat. “Fucking look at this thing. I’m sweating my tits off. No one wanna hug these sweaty pits and tits right now.”

She doesn’t give Cordelia a second to react before barreling right ahead. “Did Felix tell ya I was back?” she checks her watch, lets out a sharp whistle. “Damn. Six hours now. Time flies, huh?” she waves her hand at the cart like it’s a foregone conclusion. “C’mon, help me with this. I got some calls to make. Stop it at the dog. Gotta surprise for ya.”

#danielleinteracts #replies: danielle and cordelia #No gifs right now my gifs aren't loading

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joongbin · 2 years ago

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Hello, I have a request. So, I managed to quit the habit of biting my lips. A habit I've had my whole life and when I tell you that it is a crIme that I have not gotten a kiss from Felix on these remarkably soft lips, IT IS A CRIME! So, I would like you to remedy this, please, If you would.

Perhaps it is almost showtime during a concert and reader bought a bogus scalped ticket. Standing in a small alley and bitching to a friend on the about over the phone. Perhaps a little ray of sunshine stumbles through the door to the venue that leads go the alley after getting lost. Perhaps he is wired due to the excitement of performing but one way or another ends up kissing reader as a consolation. Maybe afterward he even sneaks them in 😏

not the best place, but sure. - l.yb (felix)

summary › after getting absolutely scammed, a ray of sunshine is there to brighten up your day!

genre › fluff? idrk

pairings › lee yongbok x gn! reader

warnings › swearing (mainly because reader is bitching about the ticket)

a/n: hii so i made reader his friend here since i dont think felix or anyone would kiss a stranger 😭 i hope thats fine!!

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

You bought a concert ticket from some sketchy website that you probably shouldn't have bought from, but you were heavily desperate to surprise your idol friend.

To your surprise, you were scammed. You didn't get the ticket, and it was twice the price of the original ticket that you wanted to buy. Disappointed that you came to the venue for nothing, you walked in to an alleyway and called up your friend, shoving your hands in to your hoodies pockets until she picked up.

“ what's up, (name)? Did you get the ticket? ” she said through the phone.

“ fucking hell, no I didn't! God, I knew it was a sketchy website, and I still bought from it. Ugh, I came here for nothing. ”

“ .. yeah, I mean, I tried to warn you but you were all like, 'oh but this is the only way I'm ever gonna get tickets for him'. ”

“ thanks for making me feel better, i guess. ”

Footsteps were coming closer to you. You turned to look where the source was from and .. oh.

“ (name)? You didn't tell me you were here- why aren't you inside yet? ” Felix hugged you the moment he saw you, before pulling away to ask you questions.

“ long story short, I bought tickets from a sketchy website and .. well, got scammed. ” Felix looked at you absolutely dumbfounded, before giggling and patting your back.

“ That's entirely your fault. Why did you even buy from a sketchy website? ”

“ .. I was desperate to surprise you because y'know. So- ” You rambled on and on and on about the ticket, making the blond listen to you.

“ and now I'm here. In a stinky alleyway, with my friend. ” you said. Felix patted your back with a comforting smile that could blow all those worries away. He planted a small kiss on your forehead.

“ oh? But I didn't even ask for it - ” and another kiss on your soft lips. He giggled while you were shocked, but pleased.

“ let's sneak you in, okay? ” he grabbed your hand and lead you through the back door.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

#x gn reader #stray kids x gn reader #skz x gn reader #skz felix #skz lee felix #skz lee yongbok #skz yongbok #stray kids felix #yongbok x reader #lee felix x reader

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unforth · 4 years ago

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The 2021 Destiel Favs Survey!

The December, 2020 edition of the Destiel Fan Favorites Survey is now completed! I got 340 submissions, the most I’ve received since the first time I did the survey in 2017 (this is the fifth time). Since the inception of the survey, I’ve received 1372 surveys, reflecting the tastes of those in the fandom at the time they did the survey and completed especially with an eye toward highlighting excellent lesser-known works.

On the latest survey, 336 different authors were listed as favorites! 165 of these authors were added to the list for the first time. Across all five times I’ve given this survey, 700 authors (on the nose!) have been listed as favorites. You can view a list of all those authors, and links to their accounts, here!

On this survey, an astonishing 1,448 stories received a vote!! The majority - 891 works - were added to the collection for the first time, which is absolutely thrilling to me. 253 of the authors of these works had never been listed before, and now know - they’re someone’s favorite. How awesome is that?

Since the inception of this survey, 3,544 stories by 1,365 different authors have been named as someone’s favorite. All of these works are assembled in a collection that you can view on AO3 here! (works that aren’t on AO3 are bookmarked, as are the works of author’s who chose not to accept the invite to the collection; 210 invites are still pending from the 2021 survey; if authors don’t add their works by next weekend, I’ll bookmark them). Alternatively, you can view a list of every work in the collection, and a link to access the work if it’s still available online, here!

By far, the best way to navigate the collection is to go to the AO3 Collection and use the tags searches and filters to find works that appeal to you. That said, I know some people are curious about results. It’s outside my ability to make lists that include every work, and so I do in general compile some of the data and share those who got the “top” results (not in a ranking, only in alphabetical order). If you’re interested, keep reading...

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if you are having trouble seeing the links on this post, please access it on pillowfort here: https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1967244

In the past, I've done an annotated "Top 20 Authors" list, where I list (in alphabetical, not ranked) order the authors who received the most votes and every work they have in the collection. I will not be doing that this year. I'll give the top 20 list, but not list all their fics - it's too much, and too many of these authors are the same as previous years. The goal of the Collection is and always has been to highlight the works of authors who don't get as much love and aren't as well known, and I've come to feel the Top 20 list doesn't serve that goal effectively. As such, I will instead be doing a "Rookies of the Year" list, listing 10 authors who have not been on the top 20 list previously, and a "Top New Stories" list, with the 10 most popular stories added to the collection this year.

You can see the past top lists at these links:

January, 2020

June, 2018

March, 2017

I also have done a number of rec lists based on the data, but not since the last two surveys (the collection has grown too big, and I don’t have time any longer). These are also all available on pillowfort.

All lists are in alphabetical order! These are not rankings!

Rookies of the Year! A list ten authors who’ve scored highly for the first time on the survey, and every work they’ve written that received at least one vote in the survey!

Desirae

After the Darkness (Series) (26,438 words, 6 works). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Canon divergent AU where Dean goes missing.

Angel Bridge (55,944 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Paranormal writer Dean meets Wiccan Castiel.

Autumn in His Eyes (50,452 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Artist Castiel, retreating to seclusion to avoid the paparazzi, meets small-town Dean.

The Bond-Breaker Murders (75,696 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Detective Dean and his partner Castiel hunt a serial killer.

The Deal (29,094 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Business owners Dean and Castiel meet soon after Castiel’s divorce.

Finding Home (42,828 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Bakery owner Dean and writer Emmanuel aren’t sure what’s drawing them together, but they’re sure something is.

Ghosts (Series) (71,676 words, 2 works). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Paranormal investigator Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in ghosts and definitely doesn’t believe scam artist Castiel.

I'm the Only (25,121 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Professor Dean and tattoo artist Castiel look back on how they meet.

Lojacked (28,393 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Guidance Counselor Dean is kidnapped days before the anniversary of his marriage to Detective Castiel.

Loved You Forever (Series) (98,896 words, 21 works). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Mechanic Dean has been in love with his best friend Professor Castiel since they were children, but has never told.

Parking Lot Confessions (3,820 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Castiel gets hit with a truth spell, and Sam learns far more than he expected.

Remember Me After the Storm (47,425 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. After a car accident, Castiel doesn’t remember the past 13 years of his life with Dean.

Duckyboos

Bitch Better Have My Money (Series) (247,834 words, 4 works). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dean’s suburban life goes to hell in a hand basket after he meets a devil with the face of an angel.

The Card Cheat (3,101 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Dean and Castiel are hitmen who hate working together.

Chronicles of a Serial Killer (Series) (52,760 words, 2 works, second is a work in progress). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Detective Dean Winchester is intrigued by the newest serial killer operating in his jurisdiction.

Dial "M" for Monster (23,809 words). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Baker/Vigilante Dean investigates the haunted rooms at Castiel’s motel.

I Only Come When You Scream (Series) (23,117 words, 7 works). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used, Graphic Depictions of Violence. Three serial killers meet over coffee.

Interview with the Vampire's Wife (6,040 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. A vampire’s wife walks into PI Dean’s office.

Lock Stock and Two Smokin' Winchesters (29,392 words). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Boxers Dean and Sam are fucked when they run afoul of Crowley and his prize fighter Castiel.

Murder Ballads (Series) (97,416 words, 3 works). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Serial Killer Castiel sets his sites on Dean.

My Whole Existence is Flawed (6,388 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean accidentally flirts with Castiel, with whom he had a relationship in high school.

Number 1 Crush (103,891 words). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. College friends Dean and Castiel meet up with some college buddies just as Dean’s college stalker comes after him.

Stone by Stone (37,269 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Teacher Castiel and student Dean find trouble together.

EllenofOz

Baby Whispering 101 (2,835 words). Gen. No Warnings Apply. Castiel has to bring his daughter to class, but Professor Winchester doesn’t mind.

Bunker Files (30,519 words, work in progress). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Canon Divergent AU, where the British Men of Letters hear more than they bargained for.

Dark Blue, Dark Blue (36,112 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Online friends Dean and Castiel come to meet in person after Castiel’s meatspace life puts him in danger.

A Demon Like Him (24,595 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Warlock Dean isn’t sure if he should work with incubus Castiel.

Drunk Texts and Midnight Snacks (4,589 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. College AU. Dean keeps sending Castiel drunk texts...until he stops.

Felix in Aeternum (23,837 words, work in progress). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Castiel meets Dean at a Halloween festival and learns maybe there’s some supernatural in the world after all.

For a Dream's Sake (28,511 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU during season 13. Castiel falls into a djinn dream.

Lonely Eden (Co-written with Threshie) (44,091 words). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dean and Sam deal with the aftermath of the Croatoan outbreak until they meet a lone uninfected man, Castiel.

Profound Magic (Series, Co-written with Trenchcoatbaby) (227,233 words, 2 works). Occult student Dean runs into trouble with his strict thesis advisor, Castiel.

Season Z (by multiple authors). (220,673 words). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Canon Divergent AU, post season 14, with zombies.

Undercover Angel (Series) (44,716 words, 3 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU where Dean discovers that Castiel has a panty kink.

emmbrancsxx0

Departure Strategy (Co-written with choranaptyxic) (39,778 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean and Castiel meet when Mary decides to contact Castiel’s employers for their help assisting her suicide.

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean (121,472 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean and Castiel have a one night stand...and then Dean finds out Castiel is his new boss.

Evangelist (334,398 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Wealthy business heir Castiel meets poor Dean.

Five Ways to Wake Dean Winchester (without Getting Shot) (1,598 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. “Sometimes, Dean’s dreams are violent.”

Halloween Horror (Series) (117,399 words, 4 works). Canon divergent AU. Castiel and Dean discover a haunted house while cataloguing a Men of Letters library.

Ipamis Ol Olpri (56,418 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Castiel and Jack need John Winchester’s blood to kill Michael.

On Falling (996 words). Unrated. No Warnings Apply. “He had fallen, further and faster than any angel before him.”

Saint's Hollow (Co-written with sleepinnude) (43,718 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Five years after Castiel and Dean are estranged, they’re forced to meet each other, and their shared past, again.

The Shawnee Trail (166,094 words). Unrated. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Stagecoach messenger Dean and Doctor Castiel have to deal with outlaws in 1887 Lawrence.

everandanon

All Things in Succession (313,468 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O Dynamics. Omega Prince Castiel is bound to Alpha Knight Dean in an arranged marraige.

At Midnight (8,516 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Dean’s been pining for his best friend Castiel for a decade, and tonight he’s determined to kiss him.

By Any Other Name (6,785 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Dean doesn’t want anyone to see his soul mark...but Sam sees, and tracks down Castiel.

Casicorn (56,649 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Detective Dean gets a new, mysterious roommate.

Expectations (418,319 words). Explicit. No Warnings apply. A/B/O Dyanmics. Omega Castiel is infuriated that his sister is to be wed to the Alpha crown prince Dean, whom they’ve never met.

I'll Be Home for Christmas (3,872 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Castiel’s family has vastly misunderstood his relationship with his college roommate.

Issues (Series) (252,401 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Childhood best friends Castiel and Dean have a falling out that leads to them pretending to date.

Quarantension (129,289 words, work in progress). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. College roommates Dean and Cas quarantine together - strictly platonic, of course (yes, that includes the orgasms).

With Interest (161,935 words, work in progress). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. High School AU. Bad-boy Castiel bets he can make nerdy Dean fall in love with him.

FagurFiskur

All Been Blown Out (1,908 words). Explicit. No Warnings apply. Stripper Dean and mafioso Castiel have sex sometimes.

Anything You Can Do (21,087 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean, who is definitely straight (right?), is determined to prove by any means necessary that he’s better at sex than Castiel.

Becoming (4,924 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Dean develops a relationship with the android, Castiel, who owns the coffeeshop down the street from him.

Don't You Cry No More (5,094 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. A rewrite of 15x20.

I Leave in My Heart (3,343 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Office workers Dean and Castiel are just friends with benefits...aren’t they?

Make It That Much Better (2,469 words). Gen. No Warnings Apply. Four times people mistook Dean and Castiel for a couple.

The Novak Hickey Mystery (1,540 words). Gen. No Warnings Apply. Professor Castiel’s class isn’t sure how he got a hickey.

Picture Perfect (13,356 words, work in progress). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Castiel is attracted to a man he sees in an old photograph...and then they meet in real life.

You Start to Grow Wings (10,911 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Dean and Castiel have a relationship when they’re young, part ways, and meet against twenty years later.

LoversAntiquities

Beautiful Mess (12,849 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean grows wings, and has to deal with all the issues that arise thereafter.

Dean Winchester: Monster Fucker (30,358 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Cursed Dean finds himself disturbingly attractive to monsters...and Castiel.

Doubting Thomas (40,184 words). Mature. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Two months after disappearing, Dean and Sam appear in Castiel’s garden, and they’ve been made into angels.

Forget the Sky (26,392 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Dean wins big on a scratch off ticket, and he and Castiel go to Japan.

Heart Like a Wheel (24,921 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. College student Dean decides to model for Professor Castiel.

If Love Was a River (17,364 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Orion is missing a star, and Castiel has fallen from the sky.

A Kite (720 words). Gen. No Warnings Apply. “Two gold bands burn a hole in his pocket - he doesn’t think he can wait any longer.”

Lights (2,671 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Pre-canon Dean meets season 5 Castiel.

Lonesome Roads (Series) (12,934 words, 2 works). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Terminally ill Castiel merges with the earth to heal, and returns many years later.

Me in Honey (6,520 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Castiel goes into heat, and Dean gets more than he expects.

Rooms to Let (Series) (32,962 words, 2 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Hunter Dean finds an angel crucified to a cross.

The Rosary (9,082 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Castiel escapes from a home for stray angels and is found in the forest by a stranger.

The Safest Place (5,312 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Dean feels the urge to nest.

Through the Mists of Time (Series) (24,689 words, 2 works). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dean is sent back in time 700 years and lands in the bedroom of the handsome Scottish Lord Castiel.

We Fly By Night (15,672 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Business owner DEan can’t get rid of a strange mark on his arm.

We Gave Love a Chance (5,210 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Team Free Will gets a chance to rest on a Florida beach.

MandalaRose

Cupcakes and Kittens (73,937 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean finds himself with an abandoned kitten, and Castiel finds himself in a baking class, and fortunately, they also find each other.

Hot Gym Guys (Series) (18,805 words, 2 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean can’t keep his eyes of the sexy owner of Healing Hands Spa and Gym.

Interrupted (5,818 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean loves his kids but is ready to do just about anything for some alone time with his husband Castiel.

It's in His Kiss (7,877 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Hockey player Dean gets put on the kiss cam while standing next to his best friend (and secret crush) Castiel.

Netflix and Chills (15,503 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Team Free Will tries to figure out if the coronavirus is Chuck’s next move.

New Holiday (6,258 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. A finale fix-it.

Paparazzi (7,004 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Hockey player Dean Winchester gets caught sleeping with billionaire Castiel.

The Shots We Don't Take (56,534 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. College senior Castiel hooks up with hockey player and playboy Dean.

Stay With Me (Series) (162,055 words, 4 works). Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Firefighter Dean rescues injured Castiel from his mangled vehicle after a car crash.

What I Need Most (32,397 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Who does Dean really need most?

Y Tu Dean Tambien (6,909 words). Teen+. Archive Warnings Not Used. Dean has managed to keep his crush secret from absolutely everyone...except his crush, Castiel.

PallasPerilous

Baby, Baby (728 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Musician Castiel and Engineer Dean meet ugly.

Boneless Wings (4,333 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Castiel’s wings aren’t always as sexy as Dean might wish them to be.

Fifty Ways to Lose Your Lover (1,106 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Fix it for 15x18.

Funny Bone (4,933 words). Mature. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Dean would give a lot to know why the posed skeleton is admiring his ass.

Occursus (4,341 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Post-canon/15x20 fix it.

Piledriver (1,815 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. 15x18 coda.

Twenty Questions (1,246 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Castiel and Sam have a chat about Dean.

tiamatv

(Atypical) Love Story (13,360 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Castiel is shocked when Dean is attracted to his scent.

Biological Imperatives (or Not) (29,103 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Charlie convinces Dean to go on a date with her awkward professor friend.

Deference (9,981 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Criminal Castiel makes torturer Dean kneel.

Epistolary (9,408 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Castiel leaves an unexpected note for Dean.

Intangible (13,927 words). Explicit. Major Character Death. Mechanic Dean loses his soulmate, and gets him back as a ghost.

Koinophilia (Series) (31,139 words, 2 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Dean refuses to talk about why his heats come so infrequently.

The Neighborhood Watch (Series) (31,628 words, 6 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Castiel and Dean are husbands living a happy suburban life.

Nightshade (3,111 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Rowena accidentally feeds Dean a cursed aphrodisiac.

Pigment (1,573 words). Gen. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Dean takes up painting.

South Side Swing (Series) (75,859 words, 6 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean, boss of the Chicago outfit, runs into trouble with Castiel, head of the Bratva.

Stripes (Series) (32,368 words, 3 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Castiel insists that he and Dean are not soulmates.

Tentacle Husbands (Series) (23,658 words, 3 works). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Octo Castiel and Prince Dean are happily married.

Top 20 authors over all: aeli_kindara, almaasi, bendingsignpost, castielslostwings, Desirae, Duckyboos, EllenofOz, followyourenergy, komodobits, ltleflrt, MalMuses, MandalaRose, NorthernSparrow, riseofthefallenone, saltyfeathers, sharkfish, tiamatv, tricia_16, whelvenwings, xylodemon

All authors who’ve ever been in the top 20: 60r3d0m, aeli_kindara, almaasi, Annie D (scaramouche), anyrei, bendingsignpost, castielslostwings, CloudyJenn, deathbanjo, Desirae, dothraki_shieldmaiden, Duckyboos, EllenofOz, emwebb17, followyourenergy, imogenbynight, jemariel, jhoom, jupiter_james, K_K_TiBal, komodobits, ltleflrt, MalMuses, MandalaRose, microcomets (formerly mishcollin), MittenWraith, museaway, NorthernSparrow, orange_crushed, ozonecologne, pantheon_of_discord, PersephoneShadow, quiettewandering, riseofthefallenone, saltnhalo, saltyfeathers, SaltyWords (agent4hire22), seperis, sharkfish, thepinupchemist, tiamatv, Trenchcoatbaby, tricia_16, unforth, VioletHaze, violue, whelvenwings, WinJennster, xylodemon, youaresunlight

The Top Ten Newly-Inducted Fics in 2021:

The Care and Feeding of Castiel by MalMuses (24,190 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Canon divergent AU. Castiel starts acting strange.

The Courtship of Combat by bendingsignpost (18,250 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. A/B/O dynamics. Castiel lies about his feelings for omega Dean to avoid an arranged marriage by his king.

Cupcakes and Kittens by MandalaRose (linked above)

Bitch Better Have My Money by Duckyboos (linked above)

Fire and Ice by Castielslostwings (189,629 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Firefighter Dean falls into bed with his best friend, EMT Castiel.

A Fish Out of Water by MalMuses (42,966 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean goes undercover at Brock Pleasure Ranch and discovers that merman Castiel is less a monster than he’d imagined.

Ghosts that We Know by dothraki_shieldmaiden (89,411 words). Explicit. Archive Warnings Not Used. Hunter Dean could wish that the best partner he’s ever had, Castiel, wasn’t a ghost.

Option C by followyourenergy (63,310 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. Dean and Castiel fake a relationship during their senior year of college to get rid of their asshole third roommate Vaughn.

Starstruck by peanutbutterjelly-pie (146,461 words). Teen+. No Warnings Apply. Castiel used to live next door to movie star Dean, but doesn’t think much of it...until he does.

Welcome to Pine Shores! by andimeantittosting (20,901 words). Explicit. No Warnings Apply. After retiring from hunting, Dean and Castiel buy a motel together, and they run it for years, and Dean pines the entire time.

The Top 20 fics of 2021:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

Bitch Better Have My Money (series) by Duckyboos (linked above)

The Breath of All Things by KismetJeska

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost

The Courtship of Combat by bendingsignpost (linked above)

Cupcakes and Kittens by MandalaRose (linked above)

Fire and Ice by Castielslostwings (linked above)

A Fish Out of Water by MalMuses (linked above)

Four Letter Word for Intercourse by bendingsignpost

Not Part of the Plan (series) by Annie D (scaramouche)

Down to Agincourt by seperis

Ninety One Whiskey (series) by komodobits

Riptides by sharkfish

Russian to the Altar by MalMuses

So Says the Sword by komodobits

Stay With Me (series) by MandalaRose (linked above)

A Turn of the Earth by microcomets (formerly mishcollin)

Wild (series) by Castielslostwings

With Understanding by apokteino (not available online)

And may I just say, this is the first year that Twist and Shout didn’t make the top 20 list, and I am thrilled.

All Fics that Have Ever Made the Top 20/Top 10 List:

All Things Shining by Askance (doomcountry) and standbyme

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

A Beginner’s Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight

Bitch Better Have My Money (series) by Duckyboos (linked above)

The Breath of All Things by KismetJeska

Broken Reflections (series) by anyrei and mugglerock

Carnival Oasis (series) by violue

Carry On by TamrynEradani (deleted)

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost

The Courtship of Combat by bendingsignpost (linked above)

Cupcakes and Chlamydia (series) by violue

Cupcakes and Kittens by MandalaRose (linked above)

Dean (and Cas’) Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet by saltyfeathers

The Dick Pic Verse (series) by Dangerousnotbroken

Down to Agincourt (series) by seperis

Fire and Ice by Castielslostwings (linked above)

A Fish Out of Water by MalMuses (linked above)

Flight by NorthernSparrow

Four Letter Word for Intercourse by bendingsignpost

Get a Whiff of This by bendingsignpost

The Graveyard Shift by riseofthefallenone

Hideaway (series) by thepinupchemist

Hooked on Your Love (series) by Ltleflrt

I Wanna Get Outside (of Me) by emwebb17

I’d Do it Over and Over Again (series) by tricia_16

I’d Rather Have You (series) by Ltleflrt

Kiss the Baker (series) by Ltleflrt

The Meaning on My Skin by saltnhalo

Not Part of the Plan (series) by Annie D (scaramouche)

Ninety One Whiskey (series) by komodobits

Oddly Shaped Empty by jemariel

Out of the Deep (series) by riseofthefallenone

Painted Angels (series) by WinJennster

The Path of Fireflies (series) by museaway

Protect and Serve by jupiter_james

PWP: Pie Without Plot by MajorEnglishEsquire and orange_crushed

Redemption Road (series) by multiple authors

Riptides by sharkfish

A Room of One’s Own by NorthernSparrow

Russian to the Altar by MalMuses

Satin and Sawdust by Ltleflrt

So Says the Sword by komodobits

Stay With Me (series) by MandalaRose (linked above)

Traveling Light by sharkfish

A Turn of the Earth by microcomets (formerly mishcollin)

Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme

Vagabonds by chevrolangels (formerly amarillogrande)

The Walk (series) by Persephoneshadow

What has Eight Tentacles and Isn’t Allowed to Eat Pie? by Annie D (scaramouche)

Where the Weeds Take Root by deathbanjo

Wild (series) by Castielslostwings

With Understanding by apokteino (not available online)

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow

#spn #destiel #destiel favs survey #well that took almost four hours #gaaaaah #but it's finally done #so much for accomplishing anything else today

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benevadeca · 3 years ago

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watched nowhere boys s1, 2, and movie over the week and here are the liveblog / HCs me and my friend came up with:

all of the below was before watching the movie so post-s2

ok but mvp of the season VIV who without any actual proof of magic jumped to all the right conclusions, found stuff that not even the magic nerds knew about, and found her brother

everybody say thank u viv

anyway yeah viv and andy who's gonna become the only witches on the planet who are also STEM people and combine science and magic to be able to make portals to visit bear / let bear escape and experience the real world 🙂 love wins

every other witch being either an idiot jock or a hippie who's never passed a science or math class. or are humanities people re mia and elen

my woodworking teacher AU/OC

Our after the movie:

cannot BELIEVE andy didnt use all his fucking dimension experiences to go see bear!! he went to other universe for elen?? bro didnt we solve this hetplot when he got trapped in another uni and found a cool nonbinny younger brother and had his magic awakening. FML also andy canonically being super magic powerful after being trapped in hell but it being not even a little relevant

i do love that phoebe was the one that came from negative space we needed a driver more than a powerful mage. and also a reason for it being the boys who no longer have powers lol #Stakes

😭 anyway fuck this movie but future au where jake gets his sports scholarship to a university in the same city andy gets his nerd scholarship and they hang out sometimes

phoebe gets free from negative space bc her powers auto went back to the boys when she came in and she just needed some cool down time for it to not die from magic overload so when andy finally manages to go to negative space to visit bear she gets free

and goes back to being a weird hippie who uses her savings to buy a better van and be like a traveling psychic who uses tarot cards to scam people out of money

and felix ends up roadtripping w her studying real magic

andy/jake and ellen/mia end game

nainai still a legend

honestly no clue what sam does. he works at a skateshop and starts training for marathons and runs them w his mom

better lesson than "boohoo u lost ur magic now ur normal :(" would be musical dad still being magic but hes iike "well yeah but i have other stuff in my life going on" like u dont have to define urself by one specific trait. u can do multiple things etc etc

birdman original hideout but musical dad was the successor

felix tours w phoebe and elen and mia make a girl rock band that plays at local joints (viv is their manager)

#mine #nowhere boys #hc #anyway the movie rly was andy character assassination the film 😭😭

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prodtrouver · 4 years ago

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𝐏 𝐇 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐒

᯽ Fairytales are always said to be all happy and lovely. With fairies, dragons, queens, kings, princesses, princes, and many more to bring their magical world to life, however, it's never really like that.

Although these original ones were overshadowed by the retold ones, there are still many who reads the original ones. They're even making videos, theories, and much more about them.

It was hoping to be read and finish the unfinished fairytales written in the book full of retold tales.

Pairing: Choi Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: fairytales, fluff, angst, fairies, fantasy au

TW: mentions of death, blood, torture, sharp objects, mausoleums,

Word count: 10,567

Based on the fairytale by George MacDonald, PHANTASTES

Fairytales are always said to be all happy and lovely. With fairies, dragons, queens, kings, princesses, princes, and many more to bring their magical world to life, however, it's never really like that.

Those happy and lovely fairytales everyone kept on hearing were all retold tales. The original ones always have that sad, furious, or scary part. No one just wanted to believe them because they all want a happily ever after.

Although these original ones were overshadowed by the retold ones, there are still many who reads the original ones. They're even making videos, theories, and much more about them.

One mysterious book, one secret, full of retold fairytales. Plot twists were made yet, the book remained unfinished. It was currently in the hands of the author's great-granddaughter.

Although, it was tucked away deep in his chest of his valuables. Dust covers the exterior of the book, just resting at the very bottom, ready to be found, cleaned, and read.

It was hoping to be read and finish the unfinished fairytales written in the book full of retold tales.

You walk down the flight of stairs, a basket full of fruits in your right hand whilst your other hand has a tray resting on your palm. You put the tray on the table before you put down the basket as well.

Afterward, you grab the towel that was hanging on the chair before you wipe the sweat forming on your forehead. You gently place the fruits on the sink and hear the loud and cheerful voices of your dear brothers.

"I'm coming to get you! Better run away, Luca!" Your brother says, picking up the boy who is smaller than both of you, perks of being an 8-year-old.

Your youngest brother laughs, swinging his arms in the air as he shouts to put him down.

"Okay, little bud! Help mom with dirty clothes. We'll wait for you before we cook." He pats his head. Their younger brother nods as he runs out of the house to call their mother. Meanwhile, he walks to your side as he helps you wash the fruits.

"I overheard mom's conversation with grandma this morning. They want you to finish something that belonged to our great grandfather." He says as he takes the washed fruits and the cutting board on the side. You look at your brother, Felix Lee, as he takes the knife out from its sheath. He places the washed apple on the wooden cutting board before he cuts the apple into half, then into quarters.

"They said it's in the chest in the attic. You know great grandfather's chest of valuables, right?" Felix asks, grabbing another apple to slice it into quarters.

"Yes, I know the chest, but what do they want me to finish?"

"I'm not sure which one, but they said it's a book. It's different from the others because it's the only one with a title... At least, that's what they said." Felix specified, you finished washing the fruits and put them on the side for Felix to slice.

"I'll go check it out. You can tell mom and Luca to cook without me. Don't mess the kitchen now and don't cut yourself either like last time." You say sternly, ruffling the hair of her brother.

Felix could only roll his eyes as he watches his sister go upstairs to the attic. You open the door of the cold attic, your chocolate brown eyes immediately land on the baggage stacked on the side.

Dust was mostly everywhere, ready to give someone a cough. You made your way to where the chests are, old and new ones. You shoved the ones that were covering the old chests.

Specks of dust suddenly get everywhere. "I need to wash after this." You let out a heavy sigh and open the chest that has the label of your great grandfather.

It was half-empty, almost every object in the chest was visible. Books were stacked on one side, alongside with notebooks and sketchpads beside it. Paint, paintbrushes, and other things for art on the other side. In the middle were the things he used for writing.

It made you think of all the things your father has told you and your brothers. How much your creative great grandfather loved art and wrote whatever he wanted. It was an opportunity for him to explore what he wasn't able to explore.

You look for the said book, the only book with a title. After you lift the pile of books, notebooks, and sketchpads, in hopes to find the titled book, and you finally did. The book had a red hardbound cover; the title was on the bottom of the cover.

You wipe away the dust from the book and blow away the remaining dust. You then close the chest, returning the objects you moved to get to the things of your great grandfather. Soon enough, you left the attic with the book in your grasps.

You enter your room and close the door. You changed your dirty clothes into cleaner ones, ones that you actually feel clean to wear.

You sat down on your wooden chair and took out a wet cloth to wipe the dirty red hardbound cover.

You could read the title now, Book of Retold Fairytales, it said. You flip through the pages, unbothered to read the book just yet.

You stopped your actions, however; you noticed a plentiful of empty pages between each story. It was as if it wasn't finished then you realized: that's what they want you to do.

The completion task is yours, but you felt scammed. You aren't good at writing stories or essays at all. Your great grandfather could write these stories, how could you, a person who doesn't write, end it?

Well, there is an answer to that. An answer that your great grandfather has always waited for. An answer that always helped him with his imagination and concentration, and that is to do it.

Go to the destination, do the actions, complete the story, that's all. The question is, how can one do it? Another simple answer! Get dragged into it.

You let out a heavy sigh and flip back through the cover page. How would you get dragged into the story? You don't even believe in those things! You read the very first fairytale you saw, and it's titled 'Phantastes'.

You tilt your head to the side, just remembering that the tales written here are retold in the words of your grandfather.

After reading the first page of the tale and was about to flip the next until your arm was being wrapped with mysterious yet sparkly yellow dust.

You dust it off and found out that it was hard to get it off. Soon, it engulfed your entire body, and you ended up in a completely different world.

You were confused, scared as well to where you are. You were stuck in a weird place, almost as it was a room full of unknown technology. You faced in front of you, a circular platform made from Silver, Concrete, and Marble.

Outline the circle. There were chairs made of concrete and marble. The gray concrete was painted white to make it more appealing to the eye.

You were hesitant, but you slowly made your way to the raised platform. Instantly, you flinched when a small concrete pillar came out from the ground.

There you see a card, a holographic card with a silver lining. You inspected, 'Phantastes' was written on both of its side. You slowly take the card from its pillar, only to find yourself in a bedroom, except it's not your bedroom.

You jumped when a paper appeared in front of you. You caught the falling paper and mumbled for an explanation instead. You sigh, ready to throw the blank piece of paper away until it started glowing.

You stared at it; something was being written, word by word, and you weren't the one writing.

You sat on the bed of the enormous bedroom. The bedroom looked nothing like yours back home. Instead, it seems like those bedrooms in Victorian mansions of wealthy people.

The paper in your hand then withers away into nothing but dust.

"I wasn't even able to read that," you stand up from the bed. You examined the bedroom until you sat in front of a mirror.

Even your clothes are different, and just like the bedroom, it looks nothing like yours.

You had a white blouse with long sleeves with added cuffed sleeves at the end to look clean. The skirt was a blue plaided skirt that stopped when it touched the ground. You slightly lift the dress and saw a glimpse of your black doll shoes. Your hair was styled beautifully, so beautiful you don't want to let your hair down.

Suddenly, you hear a tinkling sound from the desk beside the bed. You turn around to see a small creature standing there.

You slowly and carefully walk towards the little creature, and with every step you took, the tiny creature takes the form of a human, but there's something else. It had wings.

The insignificant creature flew and stared at you, but soon, it broke the eye contact, for it turned its head to the side. Your eyes followed the fairy but stood frozen when the bedroom changed.

Tall trees, bushes, flowers, and grass appear. Suddenly, you got the urge and courage to go to the wondrous sight in front of you.

"This is Fairyland, a land full of magic and spirits." The fairy spoke, and this surprised you.

You were already in front of Fairyland that the fairy had shown. Could it be the way for you to go back to your home?

"What do I have to do to come back home?" You spoke to the fairy who looked scared, maybe worse; terrified and traumatized.

"The boy who lived in this mansion has gone there and lost his path. I never saw him again, but he is alive. Find him, and you will return to your home," the fairy said.

You turned your head to look at the forest. Now, you knew why it showed Fairyland to you. When you faced the woods again, it looked darker and gloomier.

You have no choice though, if that's the only way for you to return. You entered the forest, possibly never to be seen again. You turn around, and the bedroom is gone. It wasn't there anymore.

You're now in the forest, nowhere else to go but forward and look for the boy.

The forest was beautiful rather than gloomy like earlier. Countless fresh flowers, mushrooms growing on trees, birds chirping, and living in their homes peacefully. You were enjoying the sight of young fairies flying and playing around.

A smile made it to your lips, but it soon disappeared when you saw a cottage and heard the loud and cheerful voice of a young girl. You took a couple of steps closer to the cabin, and the sight of a young girl playing with flowers and fairies greets your presence.

The young girl laughed until she saw you, and a broad smile was immediately plastered on her face.

"Mommy! We have another special guest!" The girl ran to you, she hugged your legs as a sign of welcome. A woman then comes out of the cottage, a surprised and welcome smile on her lips. She walked towards you and her daughter.

"Hello, welcome to our home. Would you like to come inside and have some tea?" The woman insisted on which you felt bad to reject it.

"Of course, that would be nice, thank you," you follow the woman and her daughter into their cottage. The girl lets you sit down on the chair while she washes her hands.

"I never thought that we would get another guest after that boy yesterday. I am confused why you both suddenly appeared." The woman places the finished tea on that table in front of her. The woman then sits down, the welcoming smile still on her pink lips.

You flinched your head to look at the woman.

"Wait, a boy? If I may ask, why was he here yesterday?" You ask, and the woman's smile became softer.

"I believe he got lost. I told him where to go and what to look out for, but I believe he got attacked after leaving our home." The woman looked worried; her last sentence made you wonder.

"What attacked him?" You questioned, the woman let out a saddened sigh.

"Spirits, evil spirits that live in the forest." The woman answered, a puzzled expression on your face. The lady seemed to notice it.

"Everything here has spirits from the trees to the plants to the rocks to the grass, Everything. There are more good spirits than bad, though." The lady explains,

"However, there are the most dangerous ones. They are the spirit of the Ash trees and the spirit of the Alder trees. These two spirits will attack anyone who comes near its property," The lady adds.

She gets up from her seat and takes out a sketch pad from her wooden shelf. She gives the sketch pad to you, where you could see the appearances of each spirit.

"These are what the spirits look like and what they are guarding. This girl is the spirit of the Ash tree, and this is the spirit of the Alder tree." She points at the two spirits, which they looked like two teenage girls.

"I want you to look out for them when you explore the forest; they are very dangerous, especially towards humans like us. The other spirits are just guarding my daughter and me." The lady added.

You close the sketch pad once you gain the memory of the appearance of the two spirits. You let out a heavy sigh, unsure if you can find the boy without getting into trouble.

You placed the sketch pad on the table in front of you as thoughts arise in your already clouded mind. What if you get hurt and die? Will you be stuck in this world?

"Thank you for warning me and letting me know what the spirits look like." You smiled at the lady; the lady's welcoming smile was back on her lips.

"No problem, dear! I'm glad that I could help." The lady responded as she watched you finish your tea.

You stood up from your seat and sent your heavy thanks to the lady once more before leaving. You stopped, however, when the lady shouted you something.

"Don't die because you'll die for real. You won't be able to return to your home." The lady says.

You turn your head to look at the lady, but she was already gone, out with her daughter. You left their property with fear and countless thoughts, and assumptions of what the outcome of your death that you hoped would never come.

Exploring the forest has never been scarier than your first. Now, you know what you need to ignore, avoid, and to fear, it scared you.

Your head was so full of thoughts to the point you didn't notice you have stepped into the land you aren't meant to be on.

You were out of your trance when you heard words murmured around you.

Instantly, you inspect your surroundings, and feel your body tremble in fear once you realized where you are, in the forest of Ash and Alder Trees. The two spirits known to be always together as if they are sisters.

You're afraid to take another step, but also afraid to stay in one place. You tried to take action slowly, only to hear another word being murmured to you.

You shut your eyes as you gather all the courage in you to take another step, a step you never knew would give you a nightmarish encounter.

You come face to face with one of the two spirits you were told to stay out of trouble, the spirit of the Ash trees.

She looked young, a young teenager, but her eyes were scary green with a hue of blue. Her hair was long, long enough to touch her kneecaps. She reaches her hand out to you before a mischievous appears on the spirit's pale lips.

In a flash of a second, you were grabbed by branches. Most of it started from your feet. You let out a fearful gasp when you felt the tingling feeling of the vines.

You felt disgusted and weak; you felt like your death was nearing. However, most of it disappeared when you saw a shard of glass on the leafy ground.

You swing the shard to cut the vines, which end up with the spirit yelling for the help of the spirit of the Alder tree. You quickly escape with the shard of glass, leaving a few cuts on your palm. But you couldn't care less; you just want to get away.

Eventually, you escaped and left the forest of the Ash and Alder spirit.

You angered them, made them furious, and now you're is sure they are ought to find and punish you.

With anxiety and courage on your side, you continued your search for the missing boy.

You kept the shard of glass in the pocket of your skirt. Speaking of your dress, it was now covered in dirt.

Your white blouse was dirty as well; a tear has appeared on your left sleeve! However, you ignored it; you continued walking and ignored the blood that was dripping from your hand.

You halted when you heard singing. The boy's voice was soft, almost gentle, and silky as if it made for a long silk ribbon.

You followed the voice, curious about who was singing and what it was singing for. Your curiosity grew when you saw a boy in front of a statue. The statue was a lady, and although it was a statue, it looked beautiful. You came to understand why he was singing to the marbled figure.

The boy has chocolate-brown hair, a delicate jawline, pink lips, and eyes that seem to smile with his lips. He was handsome, his voice sounded lively, and his dirty clothes looked wealthy if cleaned.

Your eyes widen when you saw the statue lady flee from him. The boy looked surprised, overwhelmed with the scenery of the statue that fled from him.

You took a step forward, let the boy hear the rustling of leaves around you. He turns around and feels his heart stop at the sight of you.

You stare at each other with shocked expressions, but the surprised faces turned into threatened and feared.

Both of you aren't aware of what the other is capable of. You could mistake him for a human when he could be a spirit, and the boy felt no different.

"Who are you?" You both questioned in sync, both are silent until spoken again. "I said, who are you?" Asked in sync once more, you groan.

"I ask you one more time, who are you? Are you a spirit or a human?" You said, your stern voice masked your fear.

"I'm a human, are you as well?" The boy asks, and you bob your head as an answer to his question. The boy lets out a sigh of relief as his fear of death disappears.

You stare at each other for one more time before they look away. The boy walks forward, your nose scrunches at the way the boy walks.

"Are you injured?" You question, to which the boy gives you an expression you cannot describe.

"I don't think so... also, I should ask you that. Your palm has a cut, and you're too careless to pay attention to it." He makes his way towards you.

He grabs your hand and examines the cut; a concerned expression replaces his indescribable one. He put your palm closer to his face.

The cut wasn't at all deep, but it wasn't small either. Dried blood surrounded the fresh-cut. You were lucky it's not infected yet.

"We need to find water and clean that cut of yours. It might get infected," he rips a part of his cloak. His action brought surprised expression on your face.

The sound of cloth ripped from his cloak confused you; why did he have to do that? He takes your hand once more and wraps the piece of cloth around your cut.

"That will do it! We need to find shelter before the spirit of the Ash and the Alder tree finds us again. I'm guessing you angered them as well?" He gives you a questioning look.

"I angered them as well... All we could do is hope that we don't get killed." He lets out a soft chuckle before he walked in front of you.

"Come on, better walk before we get killed." You walk through the forest again, both always on the look-out for anything harmful.

"I never got your name, may I know it?" The boy asks you, his eyes glued to the path in front of him.

"My name is y/n, how about you?" You were the one asking this time. The boy looks and smiles at you, the way his pupils disappear, and the dimple on his cheeks shows itself.

"Soobin, Choi Soobin... Hm, did you get dragged in this forest as well?" he asks again before you continue your walking journey.

"Yes, they dragged me here to look for the boy that never came back for days. I guess boy is you," you raise a brow whilst Soobin sighs.

"Yup, that's me... but I've been gone for days?" It confused him; it felt like only a couple of hours had passed.

"Yes, days! The fairy who brought me here said and-," you were silenced when you heard a rustle. Soobin was about to ask, but you immediately silenced him.

You look around attentively, a sight of any moving object wary of you. You moved closer to Soobin, in fear of suddenly getting attacked.

Suddenly, you see a woman walking towards you both. Soobin looks at the woman with a suspecting face. The woman smiles, which gave discomfort to the two.

"Hello, I'm a maid from a palace near here, but I lost my way trying to return. Can you help me find my way back?" The woman says with an upset expression.

Soobin looks at you, who has an uncomfortable expression. You weren't buying this; the maid was suspicious. She came out from nowhere and this warred you.

You walk to Soobin's side and hold his hand. "Sorry, but I'm afraid we can't help you." The maid's upset expression turned into a disappointment one.

"Y/n, come on, ease up a bit. She works in a palace. It can't be that far! Anyway, I should be certain that the palace is enormous for us to see." Soobin says whilst he pats your back.

He looks at the maid and offers her both of your help. The maid solemnly smiles at him. But there was something wrong with it- it's the way she weirdly glared at you afterward.

Soobin helped the maid find her way back. Their walk was long, just like their other walks whilst exploring the forest.

You swore you have seen no other sign of humanity again, if only you don't include the 'maid'. The way the maid kept looking at you made you feel annoyed.

You were walking behind Soobin and the so-called maid. Soobin was busy talking to the maid whilst you were on her guard, and constantly.

Suddenly, you heard something break behind you. You spin around, only to see nothing but a branch fall from a tree.

You turn around again, and jump in shock when the spirit of the Ash Tree stood in front of you. Her pale face staring intently at your not-so-pale skin.

"Hello, we meet again! I'm afraid you caused me too much pain, that will cause death." The spirit says and suddenly, vines grab your legs.

You tried to grab the shard of glass in your pocket, except your arms were wrapped with the vines already.

"Soobin! RUN!" You screamed, and vines made its way to your neck. You heard the spirit laugh at your suffering.

Suddenly, the vines were cut once again, which resulted in the spirit's deafening screams. She dropped you to the ground and arms were wrapped around your shoulder.

You cough for air before you face the person who has their arms wrapped around your shoulder. It was Soobin. His lingering eyes stared at the spirit in front of you.

"Well, look who we have here," the spirit of the Alder tree shows herself. She was still dressed in her maid clothes, which she used to trick them both.

"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you," you heard Soobin mutter when he saw the bruises around your neck.

"No, it's fine. You're quite stubborn, but you only wanted to help," Soobin helps you stand up. The two spirits laugh and try to attack you both at the same time.

Soobin's eyes widen and leap in front of you to shield your weak figure. However, neither of you felt pain and only heard the screams of agony of the two spirits.

You both turn your heads, only to see a man dressed in iron armor.

"Knight Choi Yeonjun, I never knew you would protect such weak human beings." The spirit of the Ash Tree snickered at him. The knight only pointed his iron sword at the two spirits.

"We shall not support Death in the lands of Fairies and other spirits. This shall be the last time if you are not on your property. If blood gets on one property's land other than your own, you are bound to be banished from Fairy Land." He stated and the two spirits groaned.

The two spirits glare at Yeonjun before they fled back to their forests. Yeonjun looks at the two who looked lost and are extremely lost.

"Go on, they will not bother you anymore," Yeonjun says and flashes them a smile. He gets on his horse.

"Thank you for helping us, good Knight, sir," you say, the knight says no more and walks away from them to do his duties.

"We better get going. It looks like the night is coming to pain us." Soobin jokes and you let out a laugh.

The two continued your journey once again, but found another cottage. It looked different from the cottage of the lady and her daughter.

The door of the cottage opens, and a man exits the cottage. He looked surprised to see you and Soobin. He grabs a sword on the side and points it at your direction.

"Sir, we mean no harm. Please, put your sword down." Soobin stood in front of you to shield you once again. The man didn't do what he was told, but another lady came out and made him put his sword down.

"Oh, my, guests! Honey, that's no way to treat them. They look like troubled and exhausted, treat them nicely." The lady says and runs towards you and Soobin.

"Hello, I'm Jihyo and that is my husband over there, his name is Daniel. Please, come inside! The night is arriving!" The lady insisted and dragged them both inside.

Soobin holds her hand before they enter their home, which was brighter and more spacious than the last home they visited. Suddenly, a young girl comes down the stairs. "Guests!!" She jumped off the stairs and hugged their arms.

"Welcome to our home! What are your names!?" The little girl asks, a wide smile on her face.

"My name is y/n,"

"Hello, I'm Choi Soobin," The little girl jumps in joy.

"My name is Jigeon!" The little girl says and sits down beside her father. Jihyo comes with a tray of cups of tea and she puts it down on the table. "Here is some tea, you may rest here for the night." Jihyo insisted,

"Ah, really? Thank you so much," you both smile at Jihyo before she sits down beside her husband.

"Big sister, do you believe in the magic of Fairyland and fairy tales?" The little girl asks, and she shows you her drawing of a fairy.

"Yes, I believe in magic but I don't know about fairy tales, love."

"If it's okay, can I ask why?" Jihyo asks, her eyes stuck on you and Soobin.

"I'm not saying I don't believe in them. It's just that so many people have retold them in different ways, no one knows the proper story." Suddenly, you remember the fairy in the bedroom from before.

"But I guess, I believe in some of them. Not everything about life will end in a happily ever after." She added and Daniel sighed in disbelief.

"Who believes in those things anyway?" He asks, causing Jihyo to chuckle.

Everyone continued to talk about fairy tales, facts about themselves, and what you and Soobin will do on the next day.

Soon, the evening arrived, and the family went to bed. You were staying in the extra bedroom they offered you both to sleep in. Soobin insisted on staying in the living room, for he doesn't want to trouble them.

They provided extra sets of clothes to wear for your next journey. It was a good and quiet evening, although the two couldn't sleep.

You exit your bedroom quietly and head to the living room. You halted your tracks when you saw Soobin still awake. He seemed to read a book; Soobin noticed your presence and smiled.

"Why are you still awake?" Soobin asks, "I should ask you the same." You let out a chuckle and sit beside him on the wooden couch.

"I'm just thinking of home. It was my choice to enter this forest but never thought of what could happen." Soobin lets out a heavy sigh.

"I can't relate at all. I got dragged here because I was told to look for you." you pout, Soobin laughs, and pats your head.

"I'm sorry about that," he apologized.

"Don't apologize, I was dragged here in this book." you exclaimed, but soon realized what you said. Immediately, you cover your mouth and turn her head to look at Soobin.

"What- what do you mean?" Soobin was confused, but you just looked away.

"Well, what's the point? We probably won't see each other again after you go back home." You look into his eyes, which were showing sadness. The prominent frown on his lips.

Your eyes, however, were hopeful, and your head was still full of unanswered questions. You take Soobin's hand in yours.

"I don't belong in this place, or this world at all. It's hard to believe, but I'm from a whole other world. We are in a fairy tale that my great-grandfather retold." Soobin looks puzzled. But soon it disappeared.

It was replaced with a rather disappointed one. He looks at you and smiles. The disappointed smile made your heart flip.

"I understand, why were you dragged in this fairy tale, anyway?" He asks, his tone of voice was soft, unlike his usual tone.

"We have this family tradition of finishing what our ancestors started or else, they won't rest in peace. I was told to finish this book before my great-grandfather started and here I am," you answered.

Soobin just nodded and looked away. It disappointed- you're leaving after he finds his way back home. Though you talked little, he enjoyed your company.

Silence then came and took over. The two are quiet, both are scared to speak after your explanation. You sighed, which caught the attention of Soobin.

"Let's forget I said that and try to enjoy this dangerous journey until we get back. You should rest, we still have many things to do." You smile before you patted Soobin's head.

You were about to head back to your room until Soobin stopped you. You face the boy who has a smile on his face. "Good night, I hope you sleep well."

You smiled and nodded, "I hope you sleep well too." You went back to your room, the softest smile on your lips.

You lay on the bed, the comfort finally arrives, and you felt better. You close your eyes and let the sleepiness get to you. At last, ever since you came into the forest, you finally felt at ease.

The next day, you and Soobin thank the family once more before you get ready to leave. You both turn around and walk away from the family's cottage.

"What are we going to do now?" Soobin asks while he moves some branches for you to pass without getting hurt. "Find a way back home, stay out of trouble," you stated.

Soobin just agreed with you as he watched you walk in front of him. He was about to push away another branch until something grabbed his wrist. He turns around to check, but he sees no one.

He turns his head to the tree, and his eyes widen. His shadow was holding his wrist. He quickly takes his wrist back and follows you. Throughout your entire journey, Soobin's shadow kept on annoying him.

It made Soobin trip over nothing, hit himself twice, and kept on bothering him. It concerned you; you did not know what was going on until afternoon came.

"Soobin-," you turn around, but Soobin wasn't there at all.

"Soobin? Soobin!" You shout his name. But no one responded. You turn around again. But he still wasn't there.

He wouldn't leave you there, right? Something bad must've happened.

You took a step forward, only to trip on nothing, and hit your head. You wince, your palm caresses the pained part.

You sit up, scared to suddenly feel blood on your head. However, you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw an enormous palace. You get on your feet and make your way towards the two gold doors.

You caressed the gold details, fascinated by the beautiful designs. Suddenly, the doors open. You come face to face with the long hall of the palace. You took a step inside and the two doors shut itself. You walk your way through the palace, still fascinated by the interior of the humongous building.

Everything was gorgeous: the gold and white furniture, the marble tops, the large arched windows. You even discovered a room with stained glass windows, and a room with a grand staircase. There were many rooms which might take days exploring.

You find another room with two large doors. Except the doors were silver. You pushed the door open. Your mouth goes agape at the sight of millions of books. A soft smile makes it on your pink lips as you enter the library.

"This is magnificent," you mutter in amusement. You were about to take another step, however. Music plays in the halls. The music sounded like a waltz. You exit the library in curiosity and go towards the direction of the music.

The music changed its tone. It sounded more like a ballroom's music. You stop in front of a door, a silver one and gold one. You press your palms against the door and pushes it open.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the dancing statues. They all turned at you and immediately returned to to their pedestals. You enter the hall and jumped when you heard the door shut behind you.

You look at the hall in front of you: The statues were porcelain or marble, but they all looked marvelous. You walked through the hall, but you halted your movements once you saw a familiar figure staring at one empty pedestal.

"Soobin!" You shout his name, the boy turns his head to look at your running figure. He smiles in relief and rushes towards you. Immediately, he embraced you.

"I thought I lost you!" You both said in sync.

"You vanished from my sight!" You both said again. Soobin breaks the hug and notices that you were staring at the pedestal behind him.

It belonged to the Marble lady he was singing to. You then remembered the music you heard that played throughout the entire palace. It was the lullaby Soobin was singing to the marble lady for the first time.

"Soobin, sing the lullaby you first sang to her." You said, your eyes full of curiosity, and Soobin does what he was told. After his lullaby, the marble lady materialises the pedestal. The marble lady looks down upon you both, only to flee the next minute.

"Wait! M'lady, come back!" Soobin chases her, you follow them through the long hall you were in. The waltz music plays again. The statues you both ran past were dancing again.

The marble lady opens a door and goes through it. Before Soobin could stop and analyze the door, he tripped through alongside you.

You were the first one to look where they ended up in. It looked like you returned to Fairyland. You hear a groan below you and your cheeks flushes red immediately. You quickly get off Soobin and help the tall male stand up.

"I'm so sorry, Soobin! I never realized you were below me," Soobin laughs and pats her head.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault for suddenly fleeing after the marble lady. By the way, where are we?" He asks- the trees looked shorter, more mushrooms on the trees, and lizards standing on two legs whilst wearing heavy armor.

"What is that!?" Soobin shouts in fear and shock. He hid behind you, even though he's the taller one. The creature turns its head at both of you before it pulls out its sword. Your eyes widen as you immediately get on your feet.

You inspect the lizard related creature. It looked like a dragon, but with no wings. The heavy armor makes a clicking sound every time they move. The creature looked strong; they are definitely not a match for neither of you. Suddenly, you remember what they are, they're from her great-grandfather's sketches. He calls them Kobolds!

"Kobold, sir... we mean no harm and we wouldn't want harm to us as well. Please, put your sword down. I promise you, we are weaponless." You reassured them. The kobold looked hesitant but eventually put his sword down.

"Why are there humans in our forest?" The kobold who you talked to ask the other beside him.

"Sir, we were chasing a marble lady but ended up here. Have you seen her? I also deeply apologize if we are trespassing on your property. All we wanted is to go back to our home," You added, and kobolds look at her in shock.

"You, lady. How can you understand us? We are speaking our own language," you assumed who was the leader asked you.

"What do you mean, good sir? You are speaking the human language," you tilt your head.

"Yes, s-sir. You are speaking the human language." Soobin stares at them, fear still prominent on his face.

"No, we are speaking our own language! I am guessing, there is some power in you that could make you understand us. That power makes it seem like we're speaking in your language," The kobold explains.

You look at Soobin and show him a relieving smile. He gulps the lump in his throat and holds your hand, tightly.

"Kobold, sir. Do you know how we can leave your forest?" you question the Kobolds who nod their heads.

"We could show you, but it will be a long journey. Maybe, along the way, you can tell me how you got here." He says, and you showed a reassured smile. The kobolds smile at your reaction.

"Splendid! We'll let you guide our ways," you say. The leader Kobold shows you both the way. Eventually, he would ask you questions about your sudden appearance.

Unbeknownst to you and the leader, Soobin was being mocked by the other Kobolds.

"Another question about us, how did you know we are Kobolds? It takes time for other creatures and spirits to know we are Kobolds." The leader asked. His eyes kept glancing at you and the path in front of him.

"I've seen a sketch of your kind in my great-grandfather's sketchbooks. His sketches are marvelous, always so realistic and splendid. You look very similar to the very first kobold he drew." You smile, suddenly, the kobold halt his steps. You did the same and turn to look at him. A softer and relieved look flashes over his face.

"It has been very long, I see. When did your great-grandfather pass away?" The kobold asks.

"The mid-last year. Why do you ask, sir? Do you know him?" You ask, curious about why he looks like that.

"It is nothing, we are almost there." The kobold smiles as you continue walking.

"Y/n, help me~ they kept on mocking me," you turn your head around. You try to contain your laughter when Soobin looks miserable in between all three kobolds. Soobin grunts and goes to your side.

"Aw, wittle baby wants his mommy~," The kobolds continued to mock Soobin who looked embarrassed. Soon enough, you were all outside the forest, and a much more pleasing sight greeted everyone.

It was a beach, its sand was a beautiful beige color, the waters were crystal clear, and there were sea shells of different sizes.

"This is beautiful, but how did we get to a beach?" Soobin asks, the kobold didn't answer and points at a boat by the docks.

"Get on that boat, let it take you to an island with a cottage. There will be an ancient lady. I believe she could help you." The kobold smiles,

"Thank you so much, Kobold Si-," you look at the Kobold who now looks like a human. He was still tall, however, he was more human than a creature.

"My name is Taehyun, a great friend of your great-grandfather. I'm glad he found a loved one and had a family. I'm hopeful you will continue this fairy tale for him." Taehyun smiles before he jogs forward you and Soobin.

"Now end this fairy tale. Good luck," you nod and hold Soobin's hand. You both bid them a goodbye before they both walk to where the boat is. Suspicions arise when you saw the man on the captain's seat.

"G'day~ I'm Jake! You're headed to that island, I believe?" He points his finger at the island across from you. The island has a cottage on it, but not that clear for both of them to see.

"If that's where the said ancient lady lives, then yes, that is where we are headed." Soobin says, and the man nods before he starts the engine of the boat. Soon enough, the boat moves at a rapid speed.

The clear blue sky was replaced with a dark cloudy one. The waves were getting larger, and the boat was unstable. Luckily for them, Jake was quick enough, and they made it to the island safely.

"Have a safe trip! Don't danger yourselves in that cottage! A young man went inside and never came out on the other side." Jake says as he watches you and Soobin get off the boat.

"Thank you, sir. Let's get going, y/n. I doubt this is the end," Soobin turns his head at the girl. You bobbed your head as you both entered the cottage.

The cottage was small, however, when they went inside, there were four doors. Each one made from different wood. Just 4 doors and nothing else.

"Y/n, I think we need to stay together this time," Soobin says as he watches you press your hand against the dark oak door.

"You think so?" You push the door open. Instantly, Soobin runs to your side and intertwines their hands. "Let's take a step together, shall we?" Soobin takes a deep breath and clasped your hand tighter.

You smile and like what you both agreed on; you took a step together.

Once you open your eyes, you were both back in the manor where it all started. However, Soobin was a young boy again.

"What- why am I child again?" Soobin asks, you chuckle, and kneels to pat his head.

"You're so cute, Binnie~," You say to which he smiles widely. He jumps into your arms and hugs you tightly. This reminded you of your youngest brother, the warmth of the little boy made you miss your home.

The door opens after a knock. Soobin breaks the hug as you both turn your heads at the door. The sight of his mother greets you both.

She was wearing a black dress that touches the floor. She looks sad, almost emotionless.

“I see you are handling my son well. Please, get him dressed. It is almost time for my son's funeral,” your eyes widen. You turn your head to look at Soobin.

His eyes of glee replaced with sadness when he remembered this dreadful memory of his.

"Of course, m'lady. We'll be ready in 30 minutes," His mother leaves the room and closes the door. You embraced Soobin once more, the boy completely melting because of your warmth.

"It may be just a memory and we're re-living it now, but I guarantee you, we'll leave this memory together. Let's get you dress, little one," you kiss forehead before standing up.

You went through his closet, pulling out the required attire. You give the boy his clothes and exit the room for the young boy to change.

"Is Soobin getting ready?" A man asks her. He had some of Soobin's features, so she assumed he's the father. "Yes, sir," you say and his father sighs.

"Please, as Soobin's personal maid and his friend, try to cheer him up. Other than you, he is very close with his brother." He says, obviously concerned. He looks like he was about to cry.

You pat his shoulder, "Sir, I ensure you that Soobin will be okay. He is a strong boy, he has gone through enough to prove that. Focus on saying goodbye to your eldest son, peacefully," you smile before you heard the door open.

"I'm done..." Soobin peeks his head out and you smile.

You excused yourself and enter Soobin's room. The boy was sitting down on the bed, "Is there something wrong?"

"I miss my brother and I know this is just a memory. I've accepted his death, so I'm not really sad, but must I re-live this memory again?" Soobin asks to which you didn't answer with words but a hug once more.

"It won't take long, I promise," you muttered and Soobin nods. Soon, you were called and told to get in the car provided. They drove you both to where the funeral is held.

Soobin looks at the familiar casket where the pale and lifeless body of his brother lay.. He walks closer to the casket, his hand in your grasp. He emotionlessly looks at his dead brother.

He was quiet the whole time they were saying their farewells to him. His grip on your hand only became tighter. They stand on the side. His parents were crying for his brother.

"Y/n, I can never see you again after I get back.... right?" Soobin whispers as he looks down. You look down at the young Soobin. You notice the tears falling from his eyes onto the grass.

"I'm more sad saying goodbye to you," Soobin wipes his tears away. You frown and patted his head. You couldn't say anything, you couldn't say you might meet again.

He embraced you once more before you were back to the cottage. Soobin wasn't a young boy, anymore. You turn their heads towards the door they went through, it's gone. Three doors remain.

You wipe his remaining tears away before she stands up. "Come on, let us continue." She smiles and helps Soobin stand up. "Now, let's go through the next door." The next door was made of birch.

Soobin opens the door, and he turns to look at you. He reaches his hand out, making you smile softly. You intertwined your hands and soon; you enter the door together.

You were back to the palace, in the hallway of the dancing statues. Soobin halts his movements once he sees Knight Yeonjun and the marble lady.

You glance at Soobin before at the other two. Yeonjun was holding the marble lady's hand. The lady was smiling and was leaning closer to his lips. It looked like she was about to kiss him.

"And here I thought, I could fall in love with her," Soobin sighs in disbelief. You laugh and shake your head and mentally ask him how he had that thought.

"How can you even fall in love with a marble lady? You just saw her, sing for her, and fall for her." You continue to laugh, Soobin joins you. His grip on your hand became tighter, and he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Heartbreak must really love me. It must love me so much since the marble lady loves the knight and you're going to leave soon," Soobin whispers, you feel guilty.

You bring his hand close to your lips. You place a soft kiss on his knuckles before you pecked his cheek.

"A handsome and kind fellow like you does not deserve heartbreak, Soobin. Maybe, you're just unfortunate." You sweetly smile as Soobin's cheeks flush red.

"Let's go," Soobin coughs, and in a blink of an eye, you were back to the cottage. The door was gone once again. Two doors remain.

You went through the next door, a door made of normal oak wood. You gasp in fear when your eyes land on the fearful sight in front of you both. Soobin was surprised as well, but as soon as he gained his mind back, he stood in front of you. The smell of iron fills the room.

You look around the room while staying close to Soobin. You cover your nose and hold tightly onto Soobin's shirt. "S-Soobin, I think... We're in your family's mausoleum." She stutters,

You shake at the gory sight in front of you. His mother laid dead on the floor. Blood covers her entire body. "We need to get out of here," Soobin kept his arms around you and ran out of the room.

He found the door and immediately went through it. You both returned to the cottage. Both tried to breathe the air with no smell of blood. "That was horrible..."

"One more door..." Soobin helps you get up. You were still shaking. You rest your head on Soobin's chest. As if he read your mind, he lets you stay like that and regain your breathing.

He kept his arms around you before he patted her head twice whilst you finally calm herself. She moves away from him, muttering a 'thank you' to him.

"Thank you, let's go through that door now. It's the last one," you say. Still holding his hand, Soobin nods. Soon, you both went through the door together once more.

However, when they entered the room, it felt like everything was spinning. Everything was getting blurry, and you both felt like you want to throw up. That continued for minutes, but it felt like forever.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your hands and dragged out them of the room. You let out a grunt as you make eye contact with the lady.

"What happened?" You ask softly, the lady helps you sit up. You turn your head to look at Soobin, who has his hands on his head.

"I saved you, but you remember nothing. Now, I want you both to leave this place. You opened all the doors. The island will sink. There is an isthmus outside the island. Use that and leave," The ancient lady drags you out of her cottage.

You wrap Soobin's arm around your shoulder before you cross the Isthmus. However, your strength ran out and you both black out when they made it to the other side of the Isthmus.

Soobin groans in pain as soon as he wakes up. He was warm, too warm to the point he was sweating. He sits up and looks around the place he was in. It was a blacksmith. Two men were forging swords and armor on the side.

One man looks at him and smiles. "Ah, you're awake! Your female friend is still asleep, but would you like some armor?" The brunette one asks him.

"Do not mind him. I'm Beomgyu and this is my brother, Huening Kai. We're forging weapons and armor to battle the three giants living in a stronghold! You could join us," Beomgyu smiles at him.

They confused Soobin: Is this how they treat people who just woke up? He looks around. No sign of you or anything. "Where is the girl?" He asks as Huening Kai points at another door.

"She is still unconscious. You can enter the room but do nothing. I will not hesitate to chop your head off." Huening Kai says as he shows him an axe he forged. Soobin nods and enters the room.

You were still unconscious, like they said. He moves to sit beside you and brushes the hair away from your face. He studied your facial features. What attracted him the most are your eyes and your lips. Soobin holds your hand and kisses it. "Please, wake up soon," He says and the door cracks open.

"Join our fight while she's still asleep. I will give you armor, don't die on her," Beomgyu smiles and Soobin follows him. He didn't even get time to prepare himself.

He just woke up, talked to these two brothers, checked on you, and now he's joined their fight. No time to prepare at all. The fight was going well until other giants ambushed them. Both brothers died and Beomgyu has asked him to tell the girl he loves that he loves her.

Soobin nods and kills all the giants; their blood splattered all over him. He looked like a piece of bloody meat. Everything happened too quick. He couldn't comprehend anything at all.

Soobin returns to their now empty home and sees you. As soon as your eyes landed on him, they grew wide. He was covered with blood, head to toe, as the smell of iron fills the room. He quickly apologizes and head to the bathroom.

After cleaning, Soobin explained everything to the worried you. You sighed in relief. He survived and embraced the tall male. He's now the hero of the kingdom he just saved.

"Soobin, we need to journey again. I'm sorry I was unconscious for a while," you whisper. Soobin chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer to him.

His eyes staring directly at hers as his heart beats quicker. He leans closer and pecks her lips, which surprises her. He leans back and examined your reaction. You were surprised but definitely not disappointed.

You leaned over and closed the distance between you both. Your arms around his neck whilst he placed you on the table. Your lips connected and warmth fills the cold room. The kiss felt euphoric for both of you.

Soobin breaks the heated kiss and rests his chin on top of your head.

"It's alright, but we need to find the woman one brother loved. We need to tell her how he felt about her," Soobin says and changed his clothes into lighter ones. You flushed red and turn around.

"Must you really change in front of me!? How did you get so confident?" You pout, your cheeks grew warmer. Soobin finishes changing his clothes and wrapped his arms around your waist once more.

"I am now a hero of a kingdom I saved. I must have confident to be a great hero. Also, I just kissed the girl I fell in love with... I feel really confident," Soobin says. You pouted and turned around to face him.

You pecked his lips before you start your next journey. It felt like it has been months since you entered this world. How much longer do they have to journey for to return home?

"Let's hurry, we must race the night." Soobin, his facial features stand out more when his hair is brushed back. You froze on your spot when Soobin wrapped his cloak around your shoulder.

They both left the kingdom's grounds. Both staying close with each other as they walked through the forest. Suddenly, your kiss popped inside into your head.

Your first kiss... taken by a man whom you met in a storybook.

You dreamy sigh, you noticed the sun was setting. However, your eyes grew wide in surprised when you saw Soobin's shadow moving. It looked like it was about to hit him with something.

"Soobin, watch out!"

Soobin wakes up in a cell. His eyes go wide when he sees you unconsciously laid beside him. “Y/n! Y/n, please wake up!” He rests your head on his lap. He flinched his head to the side when he heard something fall from the other side of the call.

“You fool! I will get you!” Soobin enrages when he saw his shadow. It looked like it was laughing at him. He fights the tears that threatened to fall and face you once more.

"Please, wake up. You don't know how much you mean to me right now. I have fallen, fallen deeply in love with you, y/n. Please, wake up, my love," Soobin says as he pecks your lips once more.

Days have passed, Soobin has refused to eat anything his shadow has offered him. You remained unconscious, which worried him. However, he knows you will wake up; you are still breathing, after all.

Suddenly, you let out a loud cough, and Soobin pull immediately pulled you closer to him. "Y/n! Thank goodness!" He hugs you tightly as you questioned the unknown events.

"We will find out way out, I promise," Soobin clasps her hand.

"Bin, we're in a cell underground... How can we escape?" She mutters,

"I do not know, but we will find a way-," Soobin was cut off by a song. A lady was singing a song, although they don't know where the lady is coming from. Suddenly, the cell broke and Soobin could shield you from the metal pieces.

"Are you okay?" You ask Soobin, who nodded. Immediately, you get out of the cell and ran upstairs. The song still being sung, and it only stopped when they made it far away from the underground.

"Her voice sounded like the fairy I met before entering fairyland," you stated. Your hand supported the side of your forehead.

"Ah, really?" You nod at Soobin's word. You both continued to walk through the depth of the forest. Soobin was still holding her hand, but you felt safe with him.

You wished you could stay longer with him, however, your life outside of the book stopped you. You have a family to take care of, a world to go back to. You can't stay and low-key dreading for this book to end.

You both stopped once you heard the rustling of leaves on your side. Soobin stood in front of you, ready to fight whatever was coming, until Knight Yeonjun appears with his white horse.

"Ah! Soobin and y/n! Nice to see you again, all safe and sound!" He says and looks at you. A softer smile appears on his lips as he reaches out a sheathed sword to Soobin. The action confused Soobin.

"Become my squire, Soobin! We shall return to my kingdom soon, and I can guarantee you and y/n safety." Yeonjun spat and Soobin looks at you for permission, once you nod your head, he accepts the offer.

He lets go of your hand to take the heavy sword from Yeonjun. Soobin thanks Yeonjun and smiles at y/n, who thanked him as well.

You both follow Yeonjun, talking a little with the knight. Soobin smiles widely whenever he sees you smile. His smile disappeared when his mind reminded him you have to leave soon. Soobin halted his steps when he heard voices. He stood in front of you while Yeonjun pulled out his sword to fight whoever was there.

Suddenly, he was hit on the head causing him to pass out.

A day later, Soobin wakes up in an unknown room once again. The room was dark, the only light source was the candle on the side. He looks around for y/n, only to realize you aren't on his side. He gets off whatever he was lying on and rushed out of the building.

Suddenly, he sees 5 men around a platform. One of them looks at Soobin, a smirk on his lips, and his platinum blonde hair almost covers his eye. Another boy looks at him, he has blonde hair with yellow highlights.

"Sleeping beauty has woken up! How was your sleep? I'm certain you are looking for the girl," the platinum blond says. Soobin sees the platform behind them, his eyes widen when he saw you seated on the platform. You weren't unconscious, but it looked like you weren’t yourself.

Your gaze stayed on the ground and your eye colors looked pale. That's when Soobin felt furious. He rushes towards them but was stopped by another one of them.

"Let go of me!" He kicks the guy off and grabs the idol beside you.

"Don't let him-!" Soobin smashed the idol on the ground. He pulls you closer to him and sees a horrendous monster coming out of the shattered idol. Soobin grabbed the sword from the side and gently placed you down.

"Y/n! If I'm going to die here, please... at least wake up!" Soobin stood still when he felt the monster's arm inserted inside of him. He snickers when he saw the sword in the monster's chest.

"Farewell, my love... I hope you get back home safely."

Soobin gasped before he jolted up from his bed. He looks around the spacious room. Was it all a dream? Why is he suddenly back in his room after death? He hears the door open and sees his mother enter the room.

She runs towards Shotaro and embraces him immediately. Tears stream down her eyes as she kisses her son's forehead. The warmth of her son she missed dearly. A sense of relief fills the hole in her heart.

"I'm so happy you're back... you've been gone for 21 days!" Her mother cries and Soobin felt his heart stop. Soobin felt like he spent years in fairyland... Why did it seem like his long journey lasted for years then?

He looks out of his window, his head full of thoughts of you. He smiles softly and hugs his mother tightly. All he hopes for is that you are safe and are in another world you need to complete.

You were back in the mysterious room. You receive another holographic card which says; 'Chapter two'. She turns it around and sees the title of the next fairytale.

Suddenly, you were in a normal room. The paper appeared in front of you as it wrote it own's words.

"Chapter two; The Little Mermaid."

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the-bed-gremlins-reading-list · 4 years ago

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Obligatory RO-question: how would they react if there was only one bed?👀

Ooo, I love one-bed tropes!

Tucking this under the cut since it got a little lengthy.

Diana

Does not look at the bed. If she doesn’t acknowledge the situation it’s not there. (At least not until she figures out the logistics of how to deal with this. Lots of internal monologue going on there. There has to be another bed somewhere, right? Maybe another room. Or she could go share with Jem like they used to when they were kids. Or – she’s your Captain, this is definitely not a line that she should cross! Are you okay with this - she needs to say something, to make it not-wierd, but what even can she?) When she finally admits there’s no solution she is the one who builds a pillow wall.

If you’re past the point where feelings have been admitted, though, she goes “You better not snore” and is happiest as the big spoon.

Jem

Offers to sleep on the floor or in a chair. It honestly doesn’t occur to him that the simplest solution is to share the bed because he’d never want to impose. He can definitely be convinced to share, though. And he swears he’ll stick to his side of the bed. But he’s a sleep-octopus. You definitely are waking up tangled up together. The moment he’s conscious he manages to trip himself trying to jump out of the bed while he apologizes, profusely. And can’t quite look you in the eye without blushing the rest of the morning.

If you’ve already admitted feelings for each other he double checks that you’re okay with this, and asks that you tell him if you’re uncomfortable. He still turns into a cuddle-octopus when he’s asleep. Just instead of falling out of bed he just refuses to wake up enough from being comfy to let you go. If you have any weakness to puppy-dog eyes you may need a rescue to escape in the morning. Jem can and will deploy them to get "just five more minutes".

Eydis

Inappropriate and uncomfortable jokes galore. Also a casual reminder that she has a massive battle axe and grew up in the Order that produces the best legal defenses around. Oh and lots of deflection if you try to ask if she’s okay with it but also an adamant refusal to let you sleep somewhere less comfortable. Once you’ve settled in she whispers that she’s sorry if she wakes you up screaming or thrashing.

If she knows you have real feelings for her she goes quiet. She’s afraid of what you’ll think if one of the nightmares comes, after all, being a Death Seer is bad luck – she’s already a bit surprised you let her near. And while you of all people know that dying is traumatizing, they weren’t her deaths, but she felt them, and most the time the ones she’s had to feel aren’t gentle ones. Once convinced to get in the bed, she can’t quite get her worries to quiet but she likes being able to curl into you if you’re the big spoon and use them to block the rest of the world out, or just hold you to anchor herself to what it feels like to be alive. But, all in all, she actually finds that she really enjoys cuddling. Its 10/10, will repeat.

If she can, she’s definitely cooking you breakfast.

Rowan

It takes them a moment to remember that humans don’t just jump straight to having a cuddle puddle when there’s limited space. They’ve been around humans a long time but it still confounds them how much space they usually keep with each other. They’re very tactile when permitted to be so even as just friends they assume that sharing the bed is just going to happen. They’re probably already getting comfy when they recall that. Then it depends on the MC. If they can tell you’re uncomfortable they’re already getting up and reminding you of the fact that they don’t needto sleep the way a mortal does and that you doneed to sleep. If you’re okay with it they’re thrilled and asking how you want to do this – to make sure they don’t cross any line you don’t want to.

If feelings have been admitted and acknowledged? It goes similarly. Just with a lot more teasing and flirting. (And reassurances for the uncomfortable MCs, trying to figure out what can be done to help because they never want you to feel that way around them, not if it’s something they can fix.)

Felix

Ah, my favorite cactus. (In 98% of scenarios this can have happened he’s placing the blame on Rowan or Bors – his half-brother, who you’ll be able to meet in Ch2 - for playing matchmakers and is definitely plotting revenge for it.)

He’s grouchy and muttering curses about the whole situation while he sets up some basic protection runes around the room. But he also goes “I’ll take the floor” or “All-nighter, yaaaaay” and just refuses to budge on the option without a lot of convincing by the MC. Unless the refusal to share makes you feel sad or hurt and it shows in which case he groans and informs you that the scarf will be staying on and he will stab you – lightly - if you accidentally strangle him while you both are sleeping. Unfortunately for you he’s a blanket thief, and totally unapologetic about it.

When you wake up the next morning he’s already gone but there’s coffee/tea/hot chocolate/etc waiting for you.

Where feelings have been admitted he manages to be extra awkward for the first couple minutes – still grumbling under his breath about the whole situation while he places the runes. If he trusts you not to place expectations on him he’ll probably relax and just ask which side you prefer. Otherwise you might have to reassure him that you’re going to respect his boundaries. Felix can take or leave cuddling itself, but he likes being able to steal your body heat so cuddling inclined MC’s are in luck.

Felix wakes up first – unless your MC is the type to wake hideously early – so you don’t wake up cuddling. But there’s coffee/tea/hot chocolate, whatever your preference waiting for you when you do wake up while he fusses with one of his contraptions nearby.

Rowan & Felix

Sticking both of them in the room with an MC they both are starting to have feelings for (and is willing to go along with Rowan’s nonsense) results in something like this:

Felix: We won’t all fit.

Rowan: You give up too easily, gentle knight. MC and I can clearly see that you’re wrong.

Felix: I’m not.

Rowan: Hmm…we’ll have to try it. To be sure. Otherwise how will we know for sure?

-Ten Minutes Later-

Felix: *impersonating a grumpy blanket caterpillar* Fine. I was wrong. This is nice.

Honestly though, Rowan is probably going to be teasing and joking with both the MC and Felix until you both have relaxed about it. (Felix, the anxiety cactus that he is, has a soft spot for people that make him laugh. Clever MCs may have a slightly unfair advantage with winning him over.) And comfy cuddle pile. Rowan insists the MC takes the middle so that you have at least a chance at keeping some of the blanket.

If y’all have admitted feelings. Lots of laughter and joking is going to happen. Felix trying, and failing, to pretend to be annoyed with Rowan – and nothing will ever convince Felix that Rowan didn’t somehow arrange the whole scenario on purpose somehow. MC or Felix has to get stuck in the middle to deal with the blanket thief.

Felix is the first one actually awake, so he makes the run for coffee/tea/hot chocolate/etc and breakfast while Rowan gets to enjoy some extra cuddles.

BONUS SIBLING ROUND - Riley

Riley used to crawl into your bed all the time when they had nightmares or felt lonely before you left to go train and join the army. They could have definitely found a way to scam another room out of someone else, but they like the idea of getting to hang out with you again. So here you are.

(Besides, if their big sibling is there then they don't have to be so careful about watching their own back. They might be able to sleep with both eyes closed for once, and that'd be sort of nice.)

One thing that definitely hasn't changed with them growing up? Riley still kicks and flops around in their sleep.

#phoenix knight if #one-bed trope #aly answers asks #Diana Young #Jem Tipton #Eydis Andradottir #Rowan Silverwood #Felix Davalon #Riley Kumar #Me: Oh this is definitely just gonna be really cute and fun!#Also Me: *gave almost all the characters anxiety and trauma*

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dweetwise · 5 years ago

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yes hello i am back on my bullshit again, presenting you yet another felix x ace! (also i’m taking the creative liberty to call the ship riconti because it sounds like a cheese or something and i found it funny) anyways, this one is just me thirsting over the oktoberfest skin through ace, ft. some suggestive language but no nsfw!

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Felix X Ace: Clothes make the man

The whole thing starts as an offhand comment.

"—I mean, it's clearly tailored. He pulls it off,” Ace is telling Meg, who has been complaining about Felix's stuffy suit and even stuffier attitude for five minutes straight. “But it's so impractical!” the girl argues. “Wasn't he on some kind of field trip when he was taken? What kind of guy wears a suit to that?” “I don't know, but I'm not going to complain about free eye candy,” Ace smirks, and Meg rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot rich snobs are your thing. Sucks you can't scam him for his money in here,” Meg snarks. “Excuse me for having taste,” Ace shoots back. “I wish I had a suit like that. Do you think it's Gucci?” “Burberry,” an increasingly familiar voice answers from behind him and Meg whips her head around to look at its owner, eyes wide in shock at having been caught gossiping. Meanwhile Ace, liking to think he has more self-control, schools his face into a pleasant smile and slowly turns around to face Felix. “Would have been my next guess,” Ace says, trying not to let it show that he's mentally slapping himself for essentially thirsting over Felix when the other was within earshot. “I like the cut. You've got good taste.”

He’s feebly trying to save some of his wounded ego, but probably ends up laying it on too thick. Felix fidgets a little, maybe not used to getting compliments, before he seems to catch himself. He meets Ace's eyes and the hint of a smirk tugs on his lip.

“Wish I could say the same,” Felix says, pointedly looking at Ace's flamingo sweater, before turning around and walking away and leaving Ace to gape at the unexpected sass from the normally serious man. “I take it back, I like him!” Meg snickers beside him.

The Entity seems to share Ace's enthusiasm for Felix's fashion sense, and only a few trials in Felix is already in a different suit, this one a grey plaid.

“Hmm…” Ace pretends to mull over when they're working on a generator together. “Did you see something?” Felix asks, hurriedly glancing over the top of the machine to try, in vain, to spot the killer. “I think the navy blue suits you better,” Ace smirks at his own pun. “Though the plaid certainly makes a statement. Shame that statement is ‘I'm a grandpa at thirty years old’.” “You know, in my job, gold is really only used for trims. Any more than that is just tacky," Felix deadpans, not even sparing a glance at Ace's obnoxiously golden silk outfit. “And it's thirty-eight.”

Ace doesn't bother suppressing his grin over the fact that Felix seems happy to go along with his silly banter.

It becomes sort of an inside joke between them, and when Felix shows up to the campfire in a porn stache and driving gloves, Ace chokes on a laugh.

“I’m sorry, is this an 80's theme party?” Ace jokes. “Careful you don't end up on a propaganda poster with a stache like that.” “Why are you wearing an eye patch?” Felix immediately shoots back. “Is this the 16th century? Should we break out the rum and set sail?”

Ace hears Quentin snort beside him.

“It's a pilot outfit,” Ace argues, pulling his jacket with the pin-up print tighter against himself defensively. “No, mine is a pilot outfit,” Felix deadpans, and Ace can't really argue, not when the other is wearing a bomber jacket and pilot glasses and leather gloves. “Yours is a blind truck driver.”

Bill coughs out something akin to a laugh on the other side of camp and Ace bites his lip to stop himself from doing the same.

“Can I borrow the shades some time?” Ace forfeits the argument, and Felix smiles just the tiniest bit. “Sure.”

And Felix actually follows through with the promise, switching sunglasses with him when Ace later complains his own don’t go with his outfit. It’s a pretty cute gesture, like they were close friends or even a couple, and when Felix snorts and tells him he looks ridiculous it just serves to make Ace smile brighter.

It’s not like the exchange or the ones before it mean anything, it’s just harmless joking with the occasional flirt. Ace still thinks Felix is attractive, but he doesn’t have any illusions that the man would be into him like that, with what having a girlfriend and unborn baby back home, not to mention Ace having a good ten years on him in age. Still, he appreciates that Felix goes along with his cheeky comments, at least not grossed out by or taking offense to Ace’s flirting.

He only gets to keep the shades for one trial, because the Entity has blessed Felix with another outfit for Ace to offer his unsolicited opinion on.

“Oh my god,” Ace comments when he spots the horrendous, grease-streaked mop in place of Felix’s normally expertly styled hair. “Are you a closet hipster? Is an avocado smoothie going to fall out of the hat?” he quips, eyeing the fedora that is, in Ace’s humble opinion, vastly inferior to all of his own hats. “I needed a disguise to lay low for a while, and what better way to hide in plain sight in a big city?” Felix defends his unkempt hair and dirty t-shirt. “What’s your excuse?” he shoots back.

Ace glances down at his generously open shirt—gold again, just to annoy Felix—and tacky sequin pants.

“Vegas, baby,” Ace grins. “If you’d ever been, you’d know.” “I’ve never been happier to say I haven’t,” Felix chuckles. “I don’t think I could handle more of… whatever this is,” he says, gesturing to Ace’s outfit. “When we get out of here, I’m definitely taking you,” Ace quips. “I just want to see you cry over all the flashy satin and fake gold.”

Felix doesn’t roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment like Ace expects. Instead, he stares blankly in confusion for a few seconds, before his expression settles into a smile Ace can’t quite place.

“Alright,” Felix simply says, and combined with the soft smile it’s enough to make Ace nervously look around camp for a distraction. “Hey, Kate!” he hollers, spotting the songstress braiding Meg’s hair. “You got a hairband for our friend and his questionable hair style over there?”

He ends up regretting the question as soon as Kate insists on braiding Felix’s hair and the normally standoffish man, somehow, goes along with it. He can’t believe he’s jealous for someone getting to touch the grimy, unkempt strands, and it sure as hell doesn’t help that Felix seems to like it. Kate looks thrilled to get to spend some quality time with the man, chatting about this and that and taking way longer than necessary to make the hairstyle, and Ace ends up walking away and pestering Dwight to play some cards with him so he can at least win at something.

His win streak over the poor boy is interrupted when Felix later sits down with them, gesturing for Ace to deal him in, and Ace can’t quite hide his pleased grin that Felix would rather spend time with him than the beautiful girl who just played with his hair for half an hour.

“Better?” Felix asks him, turning his head to display the most pathetic French braid Ace has ever seen, ending in a ponytail that’s barely an inch in length. “Much better,” Ace says, definitely referring to the company and not the state of his hair, and even the normally diplomatic Dwight gives him a weird glance over his cards after taking in Kate’s handiwork.

Only a few trials after the incident, Ace has the pleasure of spawning together with Felix in one of the Yamaoka maps. When he sees a horrendous checkered pattern from the corner of his eye, he knows he’s in for a treat.

He quickly turns to face the man, nearly tripping over some shrubbery as the Entity decided to place him in some inconvenient bamboo. He meets Felix's eye, opening his mouth to start a snarky comment, when his thoughts come to a complete halt upon seeing the entirety of the outfit.

“Well? Get it over with,” Felix demands, crossing his arms self-consciously and—lord have mercy—blushing a little.

Ace's brain is reduced to white noise in the equivalent of ‘hhhHhhHHhh’ while he just stands there, feet still in the stupid bamboo, and stares.

Felix's hair is now an impeccable undercut, a few loose strands framing his features beautifully, and the perfectly trimmed stubble adds a rugged charm to his handsome face. The vest is stylish, a navy blue similar to the suit Ace likes, and the checkered shirt shouldn't work with it but it does, and there's even a matching handkerchief in his breast pocket. Ace's horny brain immediately goes to hanky code and shut up brain it's in the wrong pocket—

Ace mentally shakes his head and looks at Felix's pants instead. And that was a bad idea, because he’s wearing fucking. Leather. Pants.

Again, it should look ridiculous, but Ace feels himself start salivating at the idea of them hugging Felix's ass—ugh, focus!

The pants have small ribbons on the sides and the entire ensemble is so goddamn adorable and sexy that he can't even deal. And Ace has seen a lot of handsome men during his life, mostly in the mirror, but right now, Felix takes the cake.

Felix's attitude shifts from embarrassed to curious when Ace isn't immediately opening his big mouth like usual.

“If this is how all Germans dress, it’s a tragedy I’ve never been,” Ace flirts, his dick having taken over his brain and his mouth running on autopilot.

Instead of insulting Ace's panama hat and favorite pink shirt, Felix clears his throat and averts his eyes.

“You don't look too bad yourself,” Felix mutters, cheeks heating up again as he twiddles with the cuff of his shirt.

Ace idly wonders if the bamboo bush is big enough for them to make out in without being spotted—brain, focus! The guy is just being polite, no need to jump his bones!

They've got the usual back-and-forth out of the way, but Felix still isn't moving to start the trial, regarding Ace warily and fidgeting, and he's just so fucking hot—ugh, he needs to say something, doesn't he?

“God, the things I'd let you do to me," Ace thinks while he says ‘We should find a generator’ because he's not going to creep Felix out any further—

Felix chokes on nothing and his face flushes bright red, and Ace belatedly realizes his brain got its wires crossed and he definitely said the first bit out loud. Shit, that was definitely out of line, and if Felix hasn’t been offended before he sure as hell should be now.

There’s a screech from his left and Ace has never been so glad to take a bonesaw to the shoulder as when the Nurse teleports next to him and interrupts their awkward conversation, Ace finally running out of the goddamn shrubbery while clutching his injured shoulder. Strangely enough, the Nurse doesn’t follow him as he runs up to the temple, and soon after he hears Felix yelp instead, the killer chasing him around the shack.

Damn, now he somehow needs to make it up to Felix both to apologize for his foot-in-mouth syndrome and for him taking the Nurse off Ace’s back.

Unfortunately for them, the Nurse isn't playing around this match, and when she returns to tunnel Felix right off the hook, Ace barely even gets the chance to yell out a “Move!” and throw himself in the way of the attack, much less talk to him about what happened earlier.

Soon Ace is walking back into camp, the second to last to have been sacrificed, only Claudette remaining in the trial and trying to find the hatch. He's already prepared an apology, and hopefully he'll be able to joke it off and Felix won't be weirded out by him. Well, at least not more than usual.

But then he spots Felix talking to Dwight by the edge of the camp, and Dwight freezes mid-conversation upon seeing Ace, before his face twists into a—smirk? Since when has Dwight smirked?—and he says something to Felix before taking off, walking over to where Steve and Ash look to be engaged in a game of tic-tac-toe.

Ace doesn't even have time to ponder why Dwight suddenly seems like he knows way too much, because Felix is approaching him and he knows this is a make or break it situation.

“Dwight seemed awfully smug, huh?” Ace jokes to buy himself some time after his carefully crafted apology flies out the window when he sees Felix’s serious expression. “We need to talk,” Felix says, looking and sounding every bit the stern businessman Meg thinks he is. “Yeah, alright,” Ace agrees and tries not to deflate too much upon essentially being shut down before he can even try to make things right.

As he follows Felix out into the woods away from prying eyes, he considers whether it's even worth apologizing if their friendship is done with anyway. He just hopes this won't cause unnecessary drama within the group, the others sure as hell don’t need to get involved.

His train of thought is interrupted when he's suddenly pushed against a tree, letting out a startled yelp that he’ll later vehemently deny. Shit, is Felix going to beat him up?

An arm wrapping around his hip is finally enough to pull Ace out of his racing thoughts, and when he looks up at the man he finally realizes that Felix is definitely not upset with him, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the clear bedroom eyes thrown his way.

“Is this not okay?” Felix asks, his dark gaze faltering from insecurity. “Naw, baby, just took me by surprise,” Ace practically purrs, a lazy grin spreading over his face as the familiar confidence returns, his hands running over Felix's shoulders appreciatively. “I thought you were upset with me from before, not that you'd take me up on the offer.” “Well, I—” Felix starts, clearing his throat self-consciously. “I've wanted this for quite some time, and Dwight said you probably wouldn't be opposed, so…”

That's what they were talking about? And Dwight convinced Felix that Ace is down to fuck? Shit, he needs to get the kid a fruit basket or something to thank him.

“He's definitely not wrong,” Ace says, trying for a seductive look but probably ends up leering stupidly from the anticipation instead. But apparently it gets the job done, because Felix pulls him tighter against him and leans in for a kiss.

And okay, wow, apparently he wasn't lying about really wanting this, because there's an urgency in the way he practically devours Ace's mouth, letting out an appreciative groan when Ace parts his lips and encourages him to deepen the kiss.

So maybe he should be worried about Felix's girlfriend or his sudden interest in men or whether he's looking for more than a casual fuck. But Ace has never been good at thinking certain things through and he's not about to start now, not when he has a breathless and flushed Felix pulling away from the kiss and looking at him with lust-blown eyes.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Felix breathes, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile. “You really should have just asked,” Ace smirks, a little amazed that he managed to miss all the signs, because there’s nothing subtle about the way Felix looks at him now. “I was working up to it,” Felix argues. “But then you started practically eye fucking me—” “I was looking respectfully,” Ace corrects, causing Felix to snort. “You stood in a bush and drooled, and then propositioned me,” Felix points out. “Yeah, and you liked it so much you blushed like a virgin and started flirting and took the killer off of me—which, thanks for that, by the way—” Ace starts. “You're welcome.” “—and… why did I think you were mad at me again?” Ace realizes. “No idea. I thought it was pretty obvious why I dragged you here to ‘talk’,” Felix emphasizes, gaze roaming appreciatively over his body. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Ace encourages, flashing his signature smirk in challenge.

And Ace learns that no matter how much he likes Felix's outfit, getting to help Felix out of it is even better.

#dbd fanfic #felix richter #ace visconti #felix x ace #riconti #dbd #dead by daylight #dweetwrites

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thebookworm-lebouquineur · 4 years ago

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ANOTHER GRAFFITI ARTIST / WRITER: REVS’SUBWAY NYC

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Le texte est découpé par des trous dans le mur : PAGE 22 (BTK) DE STILLWELL - NOUS ÉTIONS TOUS LES DEUX EN TRAIN DE VÉRIFIER MON MORCEAU ROULÉ + LÀ SUR IR ... AU-DESSUS DE MOI QUE ... NOUS PASSONS PAR LE ... ÉCRIT ... PUIS IL POINTE ... QUELQUES SECONDES DE ... IL M'A PINCÉ MAIS J'AI LAISSÉ TOMBER ... DEVENIR AMIS - IL AVAIT UN ... QUI A ÉCRIT ... J'AI APPRIS À CONNAÎTRE ... LES ÉCRIVAINS DE BKLYN ... NSA. ETC. UN JOUR, J'AI DÉJEUNÉ AVEC LUI ... SUR LA RUE SMITH - J'AI FAIT DU ROCK ... DE LA VIANDE - IL N'A PAS FAIT DE ROCK ... ASTOR M'A ATTRAPÉ + M'A COUPÉ DANS LE DOS ... + IL M'A LAISSÉ PARTIR ... CHANCEUX - REVS !

PAGE 25 OF MANY 1/16/98 LUCKY ME, TOOK ALL MY DOE THAT I SAVED UP FOR 3 YEARS ABOUT 6 GRAND THAT WAS 2 JOBS — SODA CAN CHANGE + THE SELLIN OF SOME SHIT — MY LIFE SAVINGS — WENT DOWN TO ATLANTIC CITY WITH HOPE, J. YOUNG AND BLITZ — PUT IT ALL ON RED!!! AND CAME BACK TO BKLYN WITH 12 GEES! GEE. MAN IT FELT GOOD — IT WAS ABOUT TIME!! THANKX – REVZ

PAGE 25 DE BEAUCOUP 1/16/98 J'AI EU DE LA CHANCE, J'AI PRIS TOUTE MA FORTUNE QUE J'AVAIS ÉCONOMISÉE PENDANT 3 ANS - ENVIRON 6 000 $, SOIT 2 EMPLOIS - LE SODA PEUT CHANGER + LA VENTE DE QUELQUES MERDES - MES ÉCONOMIES DE TOUTE UNE VIE - JE SUIS DESCENDUE À ATLANTIC CITY AVEC ESPOIR, J. YOUNG ET BLITZ - METTEZ TOUT EN ROUGE !!! ET JE SUIS REVENU À BKLYN AVEC 12 MILLIERS DE DOLLARS ! GEE. MEC, ÇA FAIT DU BIEN - IL ÉTAIT TEMPS !! MERCI - REVZ

page 27 of many We were scopin out the station when we ran into "EK" & "TP" (ter dodes) told em i was gonna do whole car top to bottom - them looked surprised cause 86st aint that kind of lam up - whon went in i realized there was nowdy to pull it off so we du - the train was dark bombed!!! damn what a great smell! them were ikin purple mops awe used paint...

Page 27 de beaucoup - Nous étions en train de sortir de la gare quand nous sommes tombés sur "EK" et "TP" (ter dodes) et leur avons dit que j'allais faire tout le wagon de haut en bas - ils avaient l'air surpris parce que la 86ème n'était pas du tout comme ça - quand nous sommes entrés, j'ai réalisé qu'il n'y avait plus rien à faire, alors nous avons du - le train était noir comme une bombe !!! putain quelle bonne odeur ! c'était comme des serpillières violettes, nous avons utilisé de la peinture...

PAGE 37 OF MANY 5/22/98 … ALWAYS FIGHTIN WITH EACH … TAN AND SKINNY HE REMINDS ME OF SPONE … REAL FOUL MOUTH … THEY USED TO CURSE THEIR MOTHER — IT WAS FUNNY — THEY WERE LIKE A COMEDY TEAM!! ID GO TO THEIR HOUSE + LISTEN TO KISS AND CHRIS WOULD RECITE “SATURDAY NITE LIVE” WITH “JANE YOU IGNORANT SLUT!” + WHEN THIS MAN WOULD GET MAD CHRIS WOULD TELL HER “HEY”… |

PAGE 37 DE BEAUCOUP DE 5/22/98 ... TOUJOURS À SE BATTRE AVEC CHACUN ... BRONZÉ ET MAIGRE IL ME RAPPELLE LE SPONE ... VÉRITABLE BOUCHE FÉTIDE ... ILS AVAIENT L'HABITUDE DE MAUDIRE LEUR MÈRE - C'ÉTAIT DRÔLE - ILS ÉTAIENT COMME UNE ÉQUIPE DE COMIQUES ! J'ALLAIS CHEZ EUX, J'ÉCOUTAIS LES BAISERS ET KRIS RÉCITAIT "SATURDAY NITE LIVE" AVEC "JANE, ESPÈCE DE SALOPE IGNORANTE !" + QUAND CET HOMME SE METTAIT EN COLÈRE, CHRIS LUI DISAIT "HEY"...

NO RIGHTS… PAGE 38 OF MANY 5/22/98 THEN THERE WAS THIS FAT OLD LADY WITH A CANE WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR TO FELIX — SHE HAD DYED CURLY BLONDE HAIR — WED PLAY PUNCH BALL IN FRONT OF FELIX’S BUILDING + SHE’D STORM THE STOOP + RIFF HARD! SHE’D TELL US “GO AWAY” — “PLAY IN FRONT OF YOUR OWN BUILDING” … DONT LIVE HERE! WED SAY YEAH “FELIX” LIVE HERE + SHE’D SAY SO WHAT! … PLAYIN ON THE SIDEWALK OR HANGIN ON THE STOOP! SO WE… – REVS DOOLES-

PAS DE DROITS... PAGE 38 DE BEAUCOUP 5/22/98 ALORS IL Y AVAIT CETTE VIEILLE GROSSE DAME AVEC UNE CANNE QUI VIVAIT À CÔTÉ DE FELIX - ELLE AVAIT TEINT LES CHEVEUX BLONDS BOUCLÉS - MARIÉ JOUER AU PUNCH BALL DEVANT L'IMMEUBLE DE FELIX + ELLE PRENAIT D'ASSAUT LE PERRON + RIFF DUR ! ELLE NOUS DISAIT "ALLEZ-VOUS-EN" - "JOUEZ DEVANT VOTRE PROPRE IMMEUBLE" ... NE VIVEZ PAS ICI ! ON DISAIT "OUI, FÉLIX" HABITE ICI + ELLE DISAIT "ET ALORS ?" ... JOUER SUR LE TROTTOIR OU S'ACCROCHER SUR LE PERRON ! ALORS ON... - REVS DOOLES-

PAGE 91 OF MANY 2/20/99 THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS YUPPIES BACK THEN SCOOTIN ROUND IN THEIR SAABS AND BMWS – EATIN FAKE GOURMET FOOD AND 7 GRAIN BREAD MOST OF US GREW UP ON WONDER BREAD WITH PEANUT BUT & JELLY OR BOLOGNA SANDWICHES (WITH MUSTARD)! WATCHIN ZOOM ON T.V. OR SESAME STREET OR SIGMUND + THE SEAMONSTER OR FAT ALBERT OR THE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW — YEAH … WAKIN UP AT 5AM ON A SATURDAY MORNIN + WATCHIN CARTOONS!! WHATS UP DOC?? REVS

PAGE 91 DE BEAUCOUP DE 2/20/99, IL N'Y AVAIT PAS DE YUPPIES À L'ÉPOQUE QUI SE PROMENAIENT DANS LEURS SAABS ET BMW - MANGEANT DE LA FAUSSE NOURRITURE GASTRONOMIQUE ET DU PAIN AUX 7 CÉRÉALES ; LA PLUPART D'ENTRE NOUS AVONS GRANDI AVEC DU PAIN MIRACULEUX AVEC DU BEURRE DE CACAHUÈTE & DE LA GELÉE OU DES SANDWICHES À LA MORTADELLE (AVEC DE LA MOUTARDE) ! REGARDER ZOOM SUR T.V. OU SESAME STREET OU SIGMUND + LE SEAMONSTER OU FAT ALBERT OU LE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW - OUAIS ... SE RÉVEILLER À 5H DU MATIN UN SAMEDI MATIN + REGARDER DES DESSINS ANIMÉS ! QU'EST-CE QU'IL Y A DE MIEUX ? REVS

PAGE 143 OF MANY 10/14/99 PERSONALITIES — LOUD POLITICS IN THE HARDCORE WORLD … GAME I KNOW — WHOSE DOWN — WHOSE “COOL,” WHO AINT!! — A SOCIAL GAME … ANTI-SOCIAL PEOPLE! — JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE BUT HOT … DIFFERENT IS THERES NO OFFICIAL FORMULA, WRITTEN RULES OR LEGAL … JUST UNDERSTOOD ONES! BUT ITS STILL BETTER THAN ALL THE SHIT THATS OUT THERE — THE LITTLE SCAM AT CBGBS WAS FOR 1 PERSON DAY … GET STAMPED + THEN TRANSFER IT TO AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE (FRESH INK) – REVS

PAGE 143 DE NOMBREUSES PERSONNALITÉS DU 14/10/99 - LA POLITIQUE BRUYANTE DANS LE MONDE DU HARDCORE ... JEU QUE JE CONNAIS - DONT LE BAS - DONT LE "COOL", QUI N'EST PAS ! - UN JEU SOCIAL ... DES GENS ANTISOCIAUX ! - COMME TOUT CE QUI N'EST PAS CHAUD ... DIFFÉRENT EST QU'IL N'Y A PAS DE FORMULE OFFICIELLE, DE RÈGLES ÉCRITES OU LÉGALES ... JUSTE DES RÈGLES COMPRISES ! MAIS C'EST QUAND MÊME MIEUX QUE TOUTES LES MERDES QUI EXISTENT - LA PETITE ARNAQUE CHEZ CBGBS ÉTAIT POUR 1 JOUR-PERSONNE ... SE FAIRE TAMPONNER + PUIS LE TRANSFÉRER À AUTANT D'AMIS QUE POSSIBLE (ENCRE FRAÎCHE) – REVS

PAGE 221 OF MANY MIR (BTK) DIED IN 87 — HE WAS DRIVIN ON THE BQE … SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE CAR — HE GOT OUT TO LOOK — A DRUNK OFF DUTY COP SWERVED INTO HIM + KILLED HIM — HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK ME UP — I KNOW IF I WAS THERE … OUT TOO! IT AINT SMART TO HANG BY A DEAD CAR IN A LIVE LANE. BUT WHEN YOUR 18-19 YOU DONT KNOW NO BETTER — NOTHIN HAPPENED TO THE COP CAUSE COPS PROTECT YOUR OWN … ONE OF A BILLION INSTANCES… |

PAGE 221 DE NOMBREUX MIR (BTK) SONT MORTS EN 87 - IL CONDUISAIT SUR LE BQE ... QUELQUE CHOSE EST ARRIVÉ À LA VOITURE - IL EST SORTI POUR REGARDER - UN FLIC IVRE HORS SERVICE A FAIT UNE EMBARDÉE SUR LUI + L'A TUÉ - IL ÉTAIT CENSÉ ME PRENDRE - JE SAIS SI J'ÉTAIS LÀ ... DEHORS AUSSI ! C'EST PAS TRÈS MALIN DE SE RETROUVER À CÔTÉ D'UNE VOITURE MORTE SUR UNE VOIE DE CIRCULATION. MAIS QUAND TU AS 18-19 ANS, TU NE SAIS PAS CE QUI T'ARRIVE - RIEN N'EST ARRIVÉ AU FLIC PARCE QUE LES FLICS PROTÈGENT LES SIENS ... UN CAS SUR UN MILLIARD ...

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bigtiddycommity · 6 years ago

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Clé: Miroh (1)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader ft. Stray kids

Warnings: Slight profanity

Summary: An up and coming singer is introduced to the rough and unfair world of the music industry when she is tricked into a fake relationship with a popular idol. Her entire world has been turned upside down and now not only is she hated by millions of fans around the world but she is now despised by her...boyfriend?

Word count: 2k

Welcome to Clé- Admin peach

Enjoy!

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Rule number one in business: Always read and review your contract. Why? Because you could end up on a plane to Korea and leaving your entire life behind.

Aurelia had made possibly the most naive and idiotic decision she could make and now it had completely changed her life; maybe even her career. Blinded by the excitement of her and her group releasing their new album, she foolishly signed her new contract without reading the fine print. If she had, she would have seen that it was a trap.

“It’s crazy how far we've come. A couple years ago we were praying for a big label like Lush to even consider giving us a second glance, God!” Ivy said with a faraway look in her eye.

The popular girl group, Lunar ,sat in their shared dorm talking about how far they had come in their career. The group consisted of four girls between the ages of 19 to 22 years of age. They had gone from struggle of being noticed, to charting #1 albums in dozens of countries.

“I know. My parents swore I was going to be a useless college drop out. Thanks for the vote of confidence, mom.” Oldest member, Mina said shaking her head with a laugh.

“I remember your mom storming into practice that one time screaming about life goals. That was fucking hilarious!” Nicole, the trouble maker, said cackling at her bandmates embarrassment.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. That woman is a psycho.” Mina grumbled.

The group soon got quiet as the three older members turned to look at their baby of the group, Auriella, who seemed to be in a world of her own.

“You okay, princess?” Ivy asked softly.

“I’m just...happy. For the longest time, I thought I would never make it and I would be stuck in the system forever.” The small girl said looking at her hands, blushing slightly.

“Hey,” the older girl scooted closer and put her arm around her friend. “You made it. You're here, with us and we are killing it! Things couldn't be better and it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't fought for us so hard all these years, we never would have made it.” She said seriously.

“Yeah, babe. You damn near killed yourself for this group. Give yourself a little credit.” Nicole added with a smirk.

Instead of replying, Auriella just smiled with tear filled eyes and held her arms open.

“Aww!”

“Our baby, Ella!”

“We did it, guys.”

Little did they know, their world was about to be crushed. Things were about to change in ways they never expected.

Their music label, Lush Management, had unfortunately run into a few money issues and it couldn't have happened at the worst possible time. Their biggest artist group was preparing to release another possibly billboard charting album but they had no money to promote it. To make matters worse, the company was in works with another foreign agency, JYP Entertainment.

There was talk of a possible merging of the two companies to expand their already large audiences. Due to the sudden financial issues, fear set in that JYP would no longer want to work with them but much to the labels surprise, a deal was offered. A PR Contract. One of their female artists would move to Korea and sign a dating contract tying her to one of their artists. Apparently one of their artists, though popular, needed more exposure to bring attention to their upcoming album series and world tour.

Knowing that none of their artists would willingly put their career on an unplanned hiatus so suddenly in a plan that did not benefit them, the label knew they had to act quickly and discreetly. They could deal with the anger of their artist after the contract was signed. After many meetings and weeks of deliberation, Aurelia Duran was chosen. She was one of the company's most loyal artists and knew that she was slightly naive, meaning that she wouldn't suspect a thing. They were right.

Two weeks later

Aurelia was told to come down to the company to talk to the CEO. Though confused, she did as she was told. Figuring that they probably wanted to talk to her about the songs she wrote for her group's new album. When she walked into the large room, the young girl automatically felt a shift in atmosphere. The air in the room seemed tense and strict. Auriella had been signed with this label for 3 years and trained with them for 6, so she was close with the executives and producers. They never had such an aura with each other, so she began to feel uncertain of what she was about to be told.

“Auriella, please, have a seat.” Said her manager, Rabecca. She had watched this girl grow and work herself to the bone to achieve her dreams. Rebecca felt terrible knowing she was about to take all of that away from the sweet girl, but sacrifices needed to be made and bills needed to be paid.

“Aurelia…” She started.

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Meanwhile, in Korea

“What are you gonna do, Chan-hyung?” Felix asked. All of the stray kids had just gotten home from a meeting at JYP and were informed of their leaders new - and forced- relationship status.

“There's nothing I can do. You heard them, it's in my contract so I literally can't do anything, whether I like it or not.” Chan replied, sounding frustrated. “This is a mess.”

“Do you know what she looks like? Or how old she is?” Jeongin asked curiously, only to be pushed slightly by Hyunjin who sat next to him. This was not the time for that.

“I know just as much as the rest of you.” Was Chan’s gruff reply.

“Well, it's late and there's nothing we can do about this now, so I think we should call it a day. Plus we have to pack, too, apparently.” Woojin reminded the group. During the meeting, they were informed that they would be moving into a different house along with the girl Chan was now ‘dating’. Tomorrow was also the day they were all supposed to meet this mystery girl they would soon be living with.

Chan signed heavily before getting up and walking towards his shared room without a word. To say the leader was dreading the next day was an understatement. His life was being controlled in ways he never saw coming. He couldn't even love who he wanted. Was this the life he fought so hard for? The life he and his members fought to have? He was beginning to wonder if it was worth it.

The next morning, Chan was up before everyone but stayed lying in bed. If he got up, he would have to face the day and all the changes that were about to happen. Chan wasn't quite ready to face reality just yet so he laid there. Thinking about who this girl was. Who was she and what was she like? Did she agree with this plan done by the two merging companies? Or was she just as contractually obligated as he was and unhappy the sudden ‘relationship’?

Part of the idol wanted to give this girl a chance. More likely than not, she didn't have a say in this either and was forced into the entire situation. She probably didn't even know who he was, for all he knew. On the other hand, Chan couldn't bring himself to actually think of being nice to her even if she was apart of the scheme. He was livid yet suspicious. What if she was a creep? Or a spy sent by the company? She could be an undercover scam artist who just wanted to get close to his group so she could sell their private life to the tabloids. Whoever she was, Chan didn't want her around. Fake girlfriend or not, she would be a distraction.

This is going to be fun.

Soon, the remaining members in the dorm awoke and began packing for their sudden move day. Though none of them would say it out loud, there was a small amount of excitement in all of them about moving into a new and much bigger house. Usually idol groups were forced to stay in small apartment dorms for the first few years after they debuted and to share almost everything they had. Being moved into a bigger house free of charge so early in their careers was an undeniably lucky experience. The circumstances were not so great but the fact was that moving into a bigger home would make producing much easier, as well as having privacy.

"Hyung, is it bad i’m excited to meet her?” Jeongin asked Jisung with slight hesitation in his voice. He didn't want to hate someone he hasn't met yet. Chan seemed to already have his mind set on not giving her a chance but I.N. didn't want to do that, it wasn't fair.

“Honestly? I wanna meet her too. I mean how often do we get to meet foreigners or aren't our fans, y’know? Maybe she's really cool.” Jisung replied to the younger boy as he looked up from his suitcase. He suddenly paused where he was crouched on the floor in front of his suitcase and tilted his head in wonder. “Then again, she is a girl, and she's going to be living with 9 guys she's never met before. She's probably more anxious than we are. I feel bad she-” Minho suddenly walked into the room and jisung stopped talking.

“Feel bad for her why? She's probably in on this entire arrangement. Do yourselves a favor and don't grow too attached. For all we know she could be crazy.” He grumbled as he walked into the room and flopped onto the makes bed on the bottom bunk.

“Are you done packing, Hyung?” Jisung asked, quickly changing the subject.

“I finished last night. Is the girl going to meet us there or what?”

“I think that’s what the manager said yesterday at the meeting. Do you know where the new house is?”

“I don't know but it must be close by because JYP would want us in the area so we could attend meetings and practices. Plus, our baby.” Minho jumped on Jeongin teasingly, “still has school to finish.”

As the boys wrestled on the ground, Jisung zipped up his suitcase and stood up grabbing his backpack before walking out of the room in search of the other members.

“Yah, Han-ah!” A voice yelled. Jisung turned in the direction of his name to see Hyunjin and Chan in their room packing things into their backpacks.

“Oh, Hyung. I finished packing.”

“Well, everyone else is ready, so let's go.” Said the leader as he swung his backpack onto his shoulder.

"Are you ready for this, Hyung?” Hyunjin asked, concerned for his older member.

“I don't really have a choice to be ready or not. This is all going to happen regardless of how I feel about it, so we might as well get it all over with.” At that, he left the room together the remaining members.

The two boys left in the room watched as he walked away. They loved their leader and wanted nothing but happiness for him. Chan always did all he could to make sure everyone was taken care of but in this moment, they felt helpless. As much as they wanted to help their leader and make him feel better, they couldn't do anything to change what was soon to come. He signed a contract. Legally, he was stuck. Period.

Welcome to the music industry.

“Lets go.”

The two balck vans carrying both the members of Stray Kids as well as their belongings drove up a small hill and onto a long driveway with a guard positioned in front of a black gate. It was clear that whatever building was behind that gate was large and very protected.

“Wow.”

“Chan-hyung?”

“What is this place?”

Without a word, the guard left his station once the van came close and flashed a light into the interior, as if searching for something. After looking at each member individually, the guard then nodded his head and went back into his station. Seconds later, the large black gate began to open. Behind, was a mansion-like home with large see-through windows. Even from the outside, it was clear that the interior of the home was just as extravagant as the exterior. The home was black and modern but large and breathtaking.There was a clear glass surrounding the upper outside of the house which was meant for a balcony. This house was amazing.

“This is our new house? This is huge!” Changbin exclaimed with an excited smile.

“This is...insane.” Felixs’ deep baritone added in disbelief.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, mate.” Chan said, a bit dazed himself

The group grabbed their things and began walking towards the front door. Some lights were on inside and a slight aroma of food wafted from inside of the home, making it clear that someone was home. Chan took a deep breath and shook his head slightly before raising a hand to ring the doorbell. Moments after the ding sounded, light footsteps were heard coming closer and closer to the door. A slight click sound and the large door began sliding open.

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saradiggs · 5 years ago

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Moving Forward

Mia

With Sara's recent arrival to Star City, Mia had suspected the girl didn't have much with her in terms of supplies or food, and she was proved right on that front. The failed city didn't have the sort of grocery or corner stores that a civilized place might have, and so Mia had taken it upon herself to use one of her free nights to lead her to the black market and find her what she needed on the strength of her first few day's pay from Clint. "That's the entrance to the Glades," she gestured. "Access is by keycard and they use biometric scans as well, so you couldn't just walk in. Matter of fact, try not to even look at those guards unless you have to because they get awfully twitchy. And when they get twitchy they don't hesitate to use those batons."

After a few more moments walking, Mia gestured to what looked like an abandoned factory. "This is our stop. Keep a hand on your cash, don't talk to the guys who speak Russian, and we'll get you what you need."

Sara

The place that the Legends had managed to acquire for her somehow was a blessing. It was a place to go and a place to recuperate but it certainly wasn't what she was used to. It wasn't even close to what she was used to. No Smoak Tech, no beautiful paintings, no excess of food. And worst of all, no Mia. The Mia of this timeline had been kind and had made sure that she was okay, but it was different. And she missed the intimacy with her girl more than she could describe.

When Mia had offered to show her where to grab supplies, laughing at her lack of knowledge, Sara had agreed readily. She needed things badly and also wasn't going to deny herself time with Mia either. She nodded in understanding when Mia told her how to deal with people from the Glades which was essentially not to. "No talking to the Russian guys...got it."

Mia

"Exactly. You're a quick learner," Mia grinned. Leading Sara into the building, she flashed her tattoo at the guy watching the door. Blackstar was a name to be respected in Star City's underground, and he backed away without asking either of them for an entrance fee - it was a scam, and all the fee went to was lining his pockets, but Sara wouldn't have known that otherwise. Now he'd associate the girl with Mia, and in doing so wouldn't hassle her the next time she came. "So. How about you tell me what you need, and I'll show you where to go? They don't really organize the place, so you've got to learn which tables sell which stuff by recognizing the guy running them. Like Felix over there," Mia gestured.

"He's electronics. If it takes power or has a circuit board he'll find it for you - and then he'll rob you blind if you're not careful. I've punched him more than once, so he's not my biggest fan but he knows where his money comes from."

Sara

The Legends had left her, luckily, with a phone that worked. But beyond that, they hadn't been able to do much. Hoping that coming to know Mia would do good for her; which so far it had. In this universe, like her own, Mia held a lot of power. Even if the way that they held it and the way that they had received it was different. It was still hot as hell to see the sway that she had.

"I don't really need much." She offered, biting down on her bottom lip. "Just need like food. Maybe a few more outfits." Sara said with a shrug of her shoulders, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. "Maybe even a book or something like that? Just something to do when I'm not at work." Sara had been training a bit, but Mia didn't need to know that.

Mia

"Food, clothes, some reading material. Yeah, we can do that," Mia nodded. Part of her wanted to offer some advice on clothes, but that really wasn't her place - and the last thing she wanted to do was make Sara uncomfortable in her job or in her off time and have her end up leaving . So she gestured to a table instead, not far from them. "Let's start with Rex. He's going to be your go-to guy for food. Be careful with the fresh stuff, make sure you take a good look at it and that it's not going bad. Same with the dates on the cans, that kinda thing. But unlike a lot of people in here he'll give you a square deal." As they got close he recognized Mia and they exchanged a quick handshake. "Take your time here, and then we can go look for some clothes."

Sara

She nodded slightly when Mia came up with a plan of what they would start with, a hum falling from her lips. She was happy to let Mia decide the plan, knowing that she knew better than Sara what would work well. She took in the name of the man and followed Mia up to where he was situated. She looked around at what he had to offer, grabbing enough to last her for the week and what was cheap enough for her to afford. He was nicer than she had expected, but she figured that had a lot to do with who she had arrived there with...and not about her at all. When she had handed over the money and gotten the food, she turned her attention back to Mia. "What next, Blackstar?"

Mia

Mia bit her lip, scanning the room. "Normally I'd have gone to Crashdown for clothes, but I think she's been evicted. So it's a bit more complicated, but we'll make it work. Basically there's three tables you can hit: Trixie in the corner there, with the bright hair - she's your source for bras, underwear, socks, that kind of thing. If you're staying in the city I'd pick up some thermals from her at some point - gets cold in the winter. Josh, over there, is where you can get jeans and shirts. Probably dresses too, but I don't really go in for that kind of thing. And lastly the little nerdy guy next to him, that's Elephant. Don't ask why he's called that, because I honestly don't know. Anyway, he's got your jackets and cold weather accessories. We can hit those in any order you want."

Sara

She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at Mia. "What do you suggest for working at the bar?" Sara questioned. She was definitely going to grab winter stuff because she had no idea how long she was going to be here. And if she didn't look like she was preparing for the long haul, then people would ask questions. And she didn't need questions right now.

Mia

Mia gestured to Josh. "I'd stick to jeans and tank tops, honestly. It gets hot in there and it's pretty much the unofficial dress code unless you're really trying to impress someone. And a good jacket for going home in the morning, something with some bulk that'll keep the chill out. And as dumb as it sounds, stick to neutral colors; this isn't a city where you want to stand out."

Sara

She nodded her head slightly when Mia spoke about what she should wear, nodding her head. The only person she cared about impressing was Mia. And that she hoped to do without flaunting her body too much. "That makes sense." She moved with Mia towards Josh and picked out a couple of different outfits, figuring that she could come back and get more after she got another pay from working. She stuck with a lot of black and some blues, before grabbing what looked like it would be a comfortable jacket.

Mia

Mia didn't hover too closely, but she did stay close enough to the table to be sure that Josh knew who the new girl was with. Just in case he decided to ask for a little bit of extra money or try hitting on her. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but if they started a fight in the markets it would just be troublesome for them both. "Good choices," she nodded. "You're going to look like a local in no time. Now....books. The librarian's in the back of the market, with the big wooden chest. The selection is just whatever he gets his hands on, but you can find some gems."

Sara

She smiled when Mia said that she would soon look like a local. That's exactly what she needed. She needed to fit in. Needed to not stick out like a sore thumb and have people questioning why she was there and what her purpose was. She was just grateful that this version of her girl didn't already know her in this universe because that would have spelled out a lot of trouble for her. The other part of her wished that Mia had known her because it looked like she could use a friend. But at least she was here now. She'd be there for her until she couldn't be anymore. "Perfect. Thanks for helping me out." She offered, letting herself be led to the back. She shuffled through them and felt a kick to the gut when she saw a worn out copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, a book that Felicity had introduced her to. She grabbed that one as well as two others for the time being.

Mia

"Not a problem. I'm just glad we could get you what you need to get settled. I had a backpack when I got to Star City that had some clothes and a few essentials shoved in it, and I lived out of that for longer than I'd like to admit. If we can make your time here a little more comfortable, then so much the better." Mia wasn't looking for books, but she watched Sara flick through them in case any were hidden gems that she could sell elsewhere - a girl had to turn a profit. When the girl chose To Kill a Mockingbird, though, her chest lurched just a little. It was one of her mother's favorites. "I approve," she nodded at the book. "Always a classic."

Sara

"I do appreciate it. It'll be nice to have a few more choices of outfits." She expressed with a chuckle. To Kill a Mockingbird had been one that she had sat and poured over with Felicity for hours upon hours as she grew up and it felt like the biggest piece of home she had right now. She glanced up at Mia when she spoke and offered her a smile. "Someone who was like a mother to me...this was her favorite. She's been gone for a bit...I miss her." Sara expressed, always glad when she could tell Mia truthful...almost completely truthful things. The only thing she had to admit was that it was Felicity. She paid for the books and set them in her bag. "Is there anything that you need to do while you're here?"

Mia

"A girl does need clothes," Mia agreed with a smile. There was something odd about the phrasing of her story - like she was talking around something. As the child of Star City's public enemy number one, she knew what that sounded like. But as she'd already decided, the girl had the right to her own story and her own background, and Mia wasn't going to push. "I'm sorry," she replied instead. "Maybe one day you'll see her again." Gesturing to Felix, a frown tugged at her lips. "I need a component, actually. Hopefully without any violence involved."

Sara

She felt her stomach lurch when Mia said that maybe she would see her again, glancing down for a moment. "Maybe." She shrugged off the feelings that that thought brought up within her, not wanting to dwell on it for too long. "Okay. Well, let's go get that component for you." Sara said with a nod of her head. If they could get that done, they could head out. And Sara was ready to relax a bit before having to work.

Mia

"Felix, my friend," Mia greeted him once she'd led Sara to the table. "You know what I'm here for, right? And you know that you promised it to me two weeks ago?" He sputtered, shaking his head.

"You didn't tell me it was a bomb component. I don't need that kind of heat, Blackstar."

"Because it's not a bomb component, you nitwit. It can be used in one the same as a nail can be used in a pipe bomb, but that doesn't make it part of a bomb."

"Whatever. I'm not going to argue the technicalities with you. Price is triple what I quoted you." Mia reached out and grabbed his head, bouncing his face off the table in front of him. "Ow! Twice what I quoted!" His head bounced again. "Fifteen percent markup?" This was offered weakly, and Mia's grin was one of satisfaction.

"You've got yourself a deal. It was a pleasure doing business with you as always." Mia laid out the cash requested, took the component from him - after a long look to make sure it was intact - and gestured to Sara. "Come on. We can get out of here now."

Sara

Hearing that Mia was looking for a component to a bomb, her eyebrow furrowed. What in the world was she doing?

Her stomach twisted as she watched Mia knock his head into the table, a small but surprised gasp pulling from her lips. She knew what this version of Mia was capable of but it was different to see it outside of the ring.

She watched as Mia handed over the money and finally got what she had been asking for, her grip on the bags she was holding loosening just slightly as things seemed to deescalate. Her eyes fell upon the component she was holding and then her attention moved back to Mia as she spoke to her.

She moved through the market with Mia at her side, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "So is that a usual occurrence with him?" Sara questioned, eyebrow quirking.

Mia

Mia didn't miss the gasp, but she also needed Sara to know what she was capable of. Star City was a broken, failed attempt at a democracy, and sometimes heads needed to be busted to accomplish one's goals. Fortunately Felix didn't make an issue out of it, and they were able to walk peacefully away. "Not as often as you'd think. Usually we have pretty chill transactions. But I don't like being cheated. It's a black market, of course there's a markup, but three times the price? Not going to happen. Sorry you needed to watch that though."

Sara

She hummed thoughtfully when Mia said that it didn't happen as often as she might think. That was good to hear at the very least. Because while she could hold her own, she certainly wasn't someone that was used to this sort of situation. Her Star City was completely different. She shook her head and smiled softly. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize at all." Sara said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I get that you needed to do that. Really." She promised, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Mia

"Thanks," Mia smiled. "Anything else you need before we head back to your place?" She hefted the component, bouncing it in her hand. "And just in case you're worried that I'm some kind of terrorist or something, I'm not actually building a bomb in my house. This is for something a little different - someone hires me to find them things like this, and I like to deliver. At least when they pay well."

Sara

"Um nope, I think I've got everything that I need for now. Just time to chill before I have to head into work." She laughed softly when Mia said that she wasn't a terrorist, shaking her head slightly and biting down on her bottom lip. "I don't think a terrorist would have brought me with them to grab the piece they needed for a bomb. So don't worry. But I definitely get getting money from whatever you can." Sara mused, winking playfully at the other.

Mia

"Perfect. Let's get you home, than, and I'll go start warming up myself. See what nitwit they found for me to clobber this evening." The last few had been disappointments, so she was hoping for a little bit more. Sara's response produced a loud laugh, and Mia grinned. "You make a solid point. Unless I planned to include you in my terrible scheme." Which mostly involved shipping things to Felicity. Sara's wink was still deadly, and Mia's answering smile was intended to be just as much

Sara

"I'm very excited to watch you beat yet another contender." She expressed, truly meaning her words. Mia was hot as hell when she was fighting. Sara chuckled softly when Mia mentioned bringing Sara into the scheme as a joke, shrugging her shoulders. "I could be just what you need...but you'll never know if you don't let me know what's up." She teased, but hoping that she had planted a seed for the future. She needed Mia to trust her with all things and she believed that they could get there.

Mia

Mia couldn't help but smile at that. "In that case I'll make sure you get a good view. Turn him toward the bar when I knock him out, something showy like that." After all, half the fun of the fights was showing off. It wasn't as if any of them would have been trained by Nyssa, and so they really had no chance. Sara's teasing statement prompted a laugh, but there was something intriguing about the idea. Looping her in would mean revealing her parentage, though, and she couldn't risk that yet.

Sara

She laughed softly and nodded her head. "You do that and you may just get a tip of your own tonight." She flirted, heart fluttering at the sight of Mia's smile. She didn't smile nearly enough in this universe and Sara wanted to do whatever she could to make her happy. Even if it was just a short happiness. As they came up to her place, Sara stopped short, seeing the windows smashed in. A groan fell from her lips as she moved forward. Of course.

Mia

"With a promise like that, there's no way it won't," Mia winked. When Sara stopped short she glanced forward, taking in the smashed windows and sighing. "Stay back," she ordered. "They might still be in there." She crawled through the glass and into the dark front room, letting her eyes adjust before stalking through the rest of Sara's place. Fortunately they were gone, but they'd likely taken everything of value. Mia flipped the lights on and opened the door, gesturing Sara inside. "Get whatever they didn't steal. You're going to stay with me."

Sara

She stopped when Mia told her to, waiting for the girl to return after looking around. "Thank you," Sara expressed when Mia said she would be going with her. She moved into her place and looked around, grabbing the blanket that they had left as well as the pillow before shaking her head. This was ridiculous. But she was grateful that Mia wasn't just going to leave her to fend for herself when they had taken everything that she had needed. "Guess it's a good thing they came now. Instead of after I had all of this."

Mia

Mia nodded. "Or when you were home. I don't think that would have ended well for anyone." Star City continued to show its true colors, and Mia wasn't going to leave her to figure out where to go with her belongings and without a place to sleep. "I've only got the one bed, but we'll work something out. And the place is kind of a mess right now but I'll clean out a spot for you." If they were going to share living quarters for any length of time, then Mia knew she'd have to do some rearranging - and it looked as if they would, because the alternative would be for Sara to have to find another place on her meagre paycheck.

Sara

She shook her head slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. "It's okay. I can sleep on the floor. This blanket is deceptively warm." She offered, not wanting Mia to be too put out in her own place when she was kind enough to offer her somewhere to stay. Because she was sure finding a place without the legends help wouldn't be easy. "Don't feel like you have to change things up too much for me. I'll make anything work." She promised.

Mia

"Don't be silly," Mia shrugged, leading Sara back toward her place. "You're the guest, you're not sleeping on the floor. We'll do some checking around tomorrow for places, but honestly...long as you're cool kicking in for rent my place is probably the safest in town. Think about it, anyway." Having Sara around would mean some careful changes to security measures but that was simple enough. And Mia would feel better knowing she wasn't out renting a studio with the toilet in the kitchen and no locks on the door.

Sara

Sara shook her head when Mia said that she wasn't sleeping on the floor. Mia was already doing a lot for her and she would be damned if Mia didn't sleep on a bed when she fought all the time. "If I'm staying at your place then of course I'm going to help out with rent." Sara said with a nod of her head. "And I'll think about it...but it would be nice to at least see if there's anything we can find." Of course, she was excited to be living with Mia again even if it wasn't what she was used to, but she couldn't appear too eager.

Mia

She could shake her head all she liked, but Mia still had no intention of letting her bunk on the floor - there was junk everywhere and it'd be a health hazard for everyone involved. "That's totally fair. I'll put the word out around the cage and see if anyone's got a place we can look at. But I make no promises." Technically there were a lot of places in Star City that could be had free and clear - and more accurately, all of them were disasters unfit for human habitation. But who knew? They may get lucky.

Sara

She adjusted her grip on the things that she was carrying as they made their way to Mia's, feeling both disappointed and excited about the situation she found herself in. Yes, it would nice to be sharing an apartment with Mia, but it also meant she was going to have to be even more careful not to slip. It was already so hard no to hold her and kiss her and call her pet names, living together would make that worse, she had no doubt.

Mia

"Need a hand with those?" Mia gestured. She hadn't expected to be walking all the way back to her place or she'd have offered earlier. "If you've still got any time before work once we get home and unpack I've got a documentary you can watch - give you a Star City history lesson," she nodded. It was best that Sara pick up everything she could if she was planning to stay, because there were names and things that weren't to be mentioned on the street; her own being one of them.

Sara

"Oh...sure. Thank you." Sara said, handing Mia some of the stuff she was carrying, before smiling at the other as they continued to walk. "That sounds pretty good actually." She said with a nod. "Better than you having to tell me something everytime I'm at a loss." Sara mused, figuring that it probably couldn't be fun to be the one that Sara turned to at every corner. She and this version of Mia had only known each other for a couple of weeks at this point and yet Mia kept helping her out.

Mia

Mia accepted the items, glad to help out. Her new friend still reminded her a lot of herself, the version who had arrived in Star City without a single resource that might help her, and there was no reason that both of them had to do that. "Hey, I don't mind. Star City's not really the kind of place anyone talks about when you don't live in it, so it's hard to really know much until you get here. Especially since the documentary I'll show you is banned."

Sara

She quirked an eyebrow slightly when Mia said that the documentary was banned. "Are you making me do bad things?" Sara teased, knocking her hip lightly against Mia's. "Who knew bad influences could be so kind and so hot." Sara mused, feeling a bit lighter than she had since she had arrived in this version of 2040.

Mia

Snorting laughter, Mia shook her head. "If watching a banned movie is the worst thing you do while you're here, I think you can apply for sainthood. You'd definitely be the most law-abiding person here." The little bump of her hip made her grin, and she wondered if the flirting was serious or just playful. "What can I say? I like to keep people guessing, after all."

Sara

She laughed and nodded her head. "You're probably right about that. I've gotta do something cooler than watching a banned documentary while I'm here. Be a better bad influence will you?" She glanced over and smirked at the other, the grin on her face causing her heart to flutter. Mia was the most beautiful girl in the world in any universe. Her heart lurched, knowing that she couldn't even tell her that, missing the connection between them.

Mia

That produced an outright laugh, and drew a look from someone passing on the other side of the street. "You're right, I'm really failing at being a bad influence aren't I? I'll have to start dragging you in the cage with me or something and giving you a really bad reputation. Ooh," she half-turned to Sara. "We could get you a tattoo, that might do it."

Sara

"You beating me up doesn't count as being a bad influence." She argued. Sara quirked an eyebrow, scrubbing her shoulders. "Who says that I don't already have a tattoo?" She offered, biting down on her bottom lip. And she wasn't lying. She definitely had a tattoo...one that this version of Mia probably wouldn't be seeing it any time soon.

Mia

"I didn't say I was going to beat you up! I was going to bring you in and get you kicking ass with me. That's where your reputation will come from." Sara's counterpoint made Mia raise an eyebrow, but she didn't pursue the question no matter how interesting it might be. "Home sweet home," she gestured, unlocking the door and pointing around the main floor. "Set yourself up anywhere - bed's in the back corner."

Sara

She snorted and shrugged her shoulders. "If you manage to make me good enough to fight alongside you, I would be honored." Sara offered with a nod of her head. She had trained, but she was nowhere near Mia's abilities. But getting trained by Mia was an intriguing idea. She glanced around Mia's place as they walked in, placing things down anywhere before moving to put the food away.

Mia

Mia grinned. "There's no way to know unless you try. We can start slow one day when you're not working, just spar a little and see how that goes." Mia found an uncluttered spot to lean against, gesturing to the spiral staircase on her left. "We'll watch the documentary in my office. I don't like keeping anything expensive on the ground floor."

Sara

"That sounds like a good plan. I have Wednesday and Thursday off if you're free one of those days." She turned to Mia when she said that they would watch it in the office. "Sounds good to me." She put away the last of the food and then bit down on her bottom lip. "Are you alright if I just change into what I'm going to wear to work first?" She questioned, her arms crossing over her chest.

Mia

"I'm free most days unless a job comes up," Mia promised. "Oh - yeah, of course. Bathroom's over there, but if you want to just wait until I go upstairs you can change right here. Bathroom's a little small so it might be more comfortable." She paused halfway up the stairs, tempted to say something lewd but resisting the urge. "Come join me when you're done, I'll get the TV on."

Sara

Of course she had no cares in the world if Mia saw her naked, but she knew that she needed to keep up some pretenses. "Will do. I'll be right up." She said, grasping at the bottom of her shirt and moving to pull it over her head. She eased off the rest of her clothes when Mia was upstairs and then slipped into a pair of black Jeans and a blue tank that she could cover up with her jacket. She then made her way up the stairs, glancing around. "Hey."

Mia

Mia shoved a few stacks of papers into her desk drawer, not quite ready to share what was going on in her business dealings with her new friend just yet. The documentary, long-windedly titled Emerald Archer: The Hood and the Rise of Vigilantism, was on a portable hard drive that she plugged into her TV before turning the setup toward a couple of chairs. "Hey. Good timing. You ready to find out why Star City sucks?"

Sara

"Ready." She agreed, taking a seat on one of the chairs. "Any background I need on this or is it going to make things pretty clear?" Sara questioned, glancing over at Mia as she waited to see what she had to say. Crossing her legs, she tapped her knees gently and quirked an eyebrow. "And how'd you get a hold of this thing?"

Mia

"It'll take us up to a point." The documentary stopped before the city had turned on the vigilantes, so that part would need explanation - but at least seeing them in action would provide the background for what had gone so wrong. Mia took a seat as well, starting the film and glancing over at Sara. "Let's just say there was a copy in a cabin in the woods and someone who was willing to smuggle it to me. Cost me an arm and a leg though. The folks in charge really don't like this movie."

Sara

She hummed thoughtfully and nodded her head, figuring that whatever didn't make sense, she could just ask questions about what she needed clarification on. "Okay, fair enough. I'm ready to watch whenever you're ready to press play." Sara assured with a kind smile, crossing her arms over her chest as she got comfortable. "A whole arm and a leg? That's quite unfortunate." Sara said with a smirk, shaking her head in amusement.

Mia

Mia laughed softly. "Fortunately I was born with three of them and so I had them to spare. You should have seen me fight before, though, I was like a spider monkey or something. Crawling everywhere." The movie began with a short narration about her father, one that Mia looked at with a bitter expression like she'd bitten into a lemon. The narrative proceeded into discussing Team Arrow and Rene, and she scoffed at his appearance as well.

Sara

Sara watched with eager eyes as the story began to unfold. Oliver Queen on her screen, she bit down on her bottom lip. She had been told so many stories about him but had never met him, so things like this were the only time she got to see him in action. When she saw her father on screen, she glanced over at Mia, noting the look of frustration on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the way that she reacted to Rene...completely different to how Mia saw him in her universe.

Mia

It wasn't hard to see why the government had wanted this documentary banned, Mia mused again. The way it made her father and his fellow vigilantes look like amazing badasses who could solve every problem wasn't exactly the narrative they wanted to have out there. Progressing through six or seven year, it traced the increasing number of vigilantes and only barely touched on the inverse problem; that they attracted equally powerful enemies.

"So. Up to here it looks all good, right? Rene gets elected Mayor of the Glades and everything's going to be great. Then Oliver Queen fucks off into the night and is never seen again. Team Arrow never quite recovers from that. As the years go by the vigilantes fade away and the city falls apart. Rene commissions the wall that separates the Glades from us little people, and anyone with money or influence moves there. Those of us that are left, we stay here while things fall apart. The Canaries are still out there somewhere, or so the rumor goes, but the rest of the heroes...they're long gone."

Sara

She felt her heart drop at the knowledge that this Oliver had seemingly just vanished without a trace. This wasn't the Oliver that she had been told about and that certainly wasn't the Rene that she knew. He was all about keeping everybody safe...it made no sense to her that he would turn his back on people that didn't have money, especially considering where he came from and what he had gone through. Sara let out a breath and rubbed the back of her neck. "That's some...heavy stuff." She murmured softly, shaking her head. This was extremely different to what she was used to hearing about and experiencing; no wonder the Legends had told her that she would be in for some surprises.

Mia

Mia nodded. "Probably should have waited until you had a beer in your hand before I gave you the whole story. But knowledge is a weapon, and I didn't want you walking around unprepared. Everyone hears Star City and thinks Oliver Queen, but that's not a safe name anymore. Queen, Smoak, Diggle, Drake, Lance...they're dirty words these days and you don't want to drop them where someone can hear you. Same with Rene, unless you're in the Glades."

Sara

She swallowed harshly at Mia's words, rubbing at her forehead as she nodded. It was a lot to take in and it was a completely different take on the people that she considered to be her family. But she needed to know these things to be prepared for whatever amount of time she spent in this version of Star City. But she couldn't imagine how difficult it must be living under the weight of this for Mia. And for William...wherever he was. "I appreciate you showing me this. It's...good to know."

Mia

The honest thanks made Mia far more flustered than flirting might have, and she shrugged awkwardly. "It's not a problem. Like I said, I know they don't really talk about this place outside of city limits, and the last thing I want to see our newest resident do is get shanked because you asked the wrong questions or said the wrong thing to the wrong people." There were enough other ways to get killed in Star City without that happening. "Anything you need before work, or did you get set up okay?"

Sara

"Definitely wouldn't want to say the wrong name now that I've seen this." And she really didn't know how Mia was going to respond to finding out who she was...but at least it made sense as to why this Mia didn't know a version of her. "I've got everything settled." She said, glancing at the time and humming. "But speaking of work...I should probably get over there." She stood up from the chair and glanced at Mia with a smirk. "I look forward to watching you kick some ass tonight. And I look forward to getting to...give Blackstar a reward." She murmured, moving to head out of the office, squeezing Mia's shoulder on the way out.

Mia

Now that, Mia could respond to more easily. "I'll be looking forward to that myself," she called after Sara's retreating form. "See you tonight." Unplugging the hard drive and locking it up again, Mia restored her office to its normal state - a mess. At least she had Felicity's second component now, and her mother could get on with the next phase of her big plan. It was placed in an envelope that would be placed in a drop box and picked up by another nameless ally, sent to Felicity with money to come back her way. With everything prepared she set an alarm and curled up in the chair, trying to grab at least a little more sleep before her next fight.

#pre crisis: para #timeline: pre crisis #pre crisis: para 2

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