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The only thing I think I got right | Luke Castellan

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A "Better Unknown" AU oneshot

Main Series: Better Unknown

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Minor God! Half-Blood! Gender Neutral MC

Synopsis: Out of everything that Luke thought he fucked up his entire life, Y/N leaving him where he stood was the ultimate fuck up he wishes he hadn’t. How can he fix this? And will he be able to?

Tags: Two idiots, mutual pining, Best friends to lovers, fluff, angst with comfort

Warning: Little beta- reading, foul language

Banner by @/cafekitsune

A/N: Hello once again! This was a last-minute idea that's why I'm a little late. Happy Valentines Day! Or belated Valentines' Day if it's already the 15th for you like it is for me. Once again, English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors. Critiques are always welcomed.

A/N: Also, I correct some stuff whenever I see fit sometimes. So if anyone sees any errors, no you didn't. Also also, as of February 16, 2024, I have updated the ending.

It was the month everyone either despised or loved; It was Aphrodite’s month. A.K.A Valentines. February was always Camp Half-Blood's busiest month. With nymphs making sure every tree was lush and perfect, satyrs helping Demeter kids with preparing and picking the ripest strawberries, Aphrodite kids running around the camp supervising preparations for a feast to be held in honor of their mother alongside some Hermes and Hephaestus kids who were tasked on helping them, with a small fee of dessert that is.

Half of the campers were hanging out with their friends today, grateful that they could finally have a day to themselves, either by canoeing on the lake or having picnics in front of the beautiful views the Hill can give them. Younger campers made heart-shaped letters in the arts and crafts center to send to either their parent or the person they wanted to confess to. Others were practicing the lyre, particularly the Apollo kids, who were asked to help serenade confessing individuals, once again, with a small fee of their food portions, drachmas, and other privileges.

Then there was Y/N. Along with some Ares kids, they were on the training grounds, passing the time. It wasn't that Y/N was a bitter gremlin on Valentine's or anything, it was just that they treated it just like any other day. Why need a day to celebrate your love for others when you can do that every day? Was their philosophy. Truth be told, ever since their mom's passing, they just didn't see the point in celebrating. But that was before coming to Camp Half-Blood. They didn't celebrate arriving in camp either, don't get them wrong…but at least they weren’t alone. It wasn’t like the Ares kids were bitter gremlins either; they just didn’t care. Well, they claim they don’t. But you’ll have to take their word on it.

Y/N was with Clarisse and one of her other siblings, Mark, who insisted on joining them. Clarisse was helping Y/N with the spear, also with a small fee (why would anyone work for free nowadays anyway?). They have been sparring for a few hours, and none have yet to let down. Perks of being the Ares kid and a minor god, respectively. Another sparring session commenced and Mark just watched as their sibling and Y/N hit blow after blow with each other. The clashing of wood and iron made the air sting with adrenaline, and both took advantage of it.

The dropping of the spear took Mark off his apparent disassociation, and the scene came into view. Y/N was on the ground, with Clarisse pointing a spear to their neck, one minor move from Y/N and Clarisse could nick them. Y/N, out of breath, smiled and looked up at the girl, before nodding and raising their hands in complete surrender. "Alright, Clarisse. You got me." The child of Ares cackled victoriously at them, Mark in the background cheering. Y/N got up and brushed the dust off their clothes.

“You’re kinda getting good. You still suck but the sparring’s getting you somewhere.” Give it to Clarisse for giving compliments, if you can call it a compliment. But Y/N took it as one. It was a rare occurrence for the Ares cabin’s head counselor to give compliments to other cabins, but for some odd reason, Y/N was an exception. Well, it wasn’t THAT odd. Y/N and Clarisse were best friends, and other campers find that awfully odd. But to Y/N, they were odd to begin with and everything in their life, from the Gods to prophecies to quests are too, so who cares? Being friends with the biggest bully and their other siblings in the camp was the least of their worries.

Y/N rolled their eyes at Clarisse before shoving their hands in their jean pockets, making their way to a hay bale, and plopping down on it. Clarisse sat next to them, looking at the spear in their hands. “Any plans for the Goddess of Love’s Day?” Y/N asks out of the blue. Clarisse only stared at them before she started laughing with malice. Is it malice? Y/N couldn’t tell.

“What do you think, Ease?” Clarisse smirked as Y/N blushed at the nickname. It was a nickname given by Y/N’s other best friend, Luke, the son of Hermes. It was a nickname to embody what Y/N was to Luke, as he claims. Ever since the duo came back to camp after a particularly harrowing quest, Luke never had any troubles with sleeping and claimed Y/N had everything to do with it. Y/N begged to disagree, although they weren't going to admit he was right. Ever since, that nickname stuck like glue. Luke took every second embarrassing them with the nickname. It secretly infuriated them, but Y/N knew it had to be endearing, so they let it go. Y/N had a weird set of friends, who would never get along they think, but Y/N didn’t care. A friend was a friend.

Clarisse, unfortunately, one day had the fortune of hearing Luke call them that. It was during one of the sword fighting training sessions with Luke, and he, out of either pettiness or wanting to embarrass the hell out of Y/N, called them up to be their test dummy sparring buddy. It went smoothly at first. Y/N wasn’t new to Luke asking them to be his sparring and demonstration partner whenever both Y/N’s cabin’s itineraries and his time as a teacher coincide, which doesn’t happen that often, but when it does Luke took advantage of it. Regardless, Y/N did it for Luke. And Luke was always ever so grateful for it.

After a few demonstrations from Luke, the real sparring commenced. Y/N knew they had no leg to stand on and was awfully aware that Luke was the best swordsman in Camp Half-Blood. There was no way in hell they’d beat him. It was a short spar and before they knew it, Y/N was on the ground, a scene Y/N was all too familiar with to the point Y/N might as well befriend the ground they walk on by how much accustomed they were to being face to face with it.

Luke smiled at Y/N as the tip of their sword was right in front of their throat and Y/N rolled their eyes. "You okay there, Ease?" he asked, offering their hand for them to take. Y/N partially accepted the offer, before their eyes widened. The nickname wasn't supposed to go out to everyone else. They looked at the crowd before them, Apollo kids, Y/N's cabin, and unfortunately, Ares kids and Clarisse. Shame and embarrassment became anger, and Y/N swatted Luke's hand before beelining to the exit.

Luke stood there stunned, not realizing the gravity of the situation. It took him a while to finally understand what he had done. Y/N had firmly asked them to keep the nickname between themselves. But Luke couldn't help it. He forgets himself whenever he's in front of them. It was like Y/N was his tunnel vision, and he forgot every ounce of autonomy and thought. He knew he didn't mean to embarrass Y/N but it slipped. And now, Luke had to ask for penance. It wasn't new for the two to bicker and fight, it was in friends' nature to do so. However, this was different. Y/N was the type to always prove a point, and they'd normally react with a malice-laced “What the hell does that mean?” or a very exasperated “What?”, but today was different. They left without arguing, and that scared Luke more than all of their heated fights combined. He swallowed from worry and nervousness before apologizing to everyone in the arena, also beelining to the exit. Clarisse was there to witness everything, and for once that day, she snickered.

Ever since that day, Ease had stuck in everyone's minds. Although no one dared to use it and stuck on calling Y/N their name, Clarisse would use it often to either taunt or tease them, there was no in-between.

"I hate you so much" Y/N begrudgingly says, looking far away from them. Clarisse's laugh roared as a response. "Does Mr. Loverboy have any plans for you both?” That got Y/N's attention. They tilted their head, trying to decipher her words. Clarisse, ever so observant, took that as an answer and sighed.

"He's such a fucking loser." Mark and Y/N's heads snap up, nonverbally lecturing the girl for the use of such…language. It was second nature to think Chiron was listening to them, and the look of disapproval from the camp director was hard to remove. The last thing they wanted was Clarisse getting in trouble or worse…dishwashing duty. “What? It’s true, isn’t it? That boy is in love with you and couldn’t get the balls to confess to you. He's stuck looking at you like a kicked puppy every time he even catches sight of you it's so damn annoying.” It was now Y/N’s turn to laugh, albeit it was more bitter than straight coffee. They knew it wasn’t possible. Y/N knew their feelings for their best friend were genuine but for some sick, twisted, sadistic reason, Y/N decided upon themselves to assume that it was one-sided, and thus made it their mission to lock it up and throw away the key. Even if they weren’t romantically involved, they were just happy for Luke to be a part of their life. Y/N has convinced themselves.

“I can’t believe I’m friends with idiots!” Clarisse raises her arms in frustration and annoyance, to both her best friend and Luke themselves. It was clear that they danced around their feelings and it was so fascinating that an Ares kid out of everyone saw that, out of all the kids in the camp. It was comedic, albeit sad, but comedic.

“Clarisse, you’re the only one who thinks that.” “Not really.” Mark immediately interjects. Y/N glares at the kid, Mark shrugging in response. Clarisse pumps her fist in the air and high-fives Mark in vindication. “Even the kid sees it, Y/N. Stop telling yourself it ain’t so because it is. Luke loves you and you love him. End of story.”

"I'm content that he's part of my life, Clarisse. Isn't that enough?" The last sentence came out in the form of a whisper, which even Y/N was surprised by. They tried to convince either themselves or Clarisse & Mark that that was the case. Why were they getting choked up about this in the first place? Weren't they content that he was part of their life? Y/N damns their actions for betraying their words.

“Look, just accept the fact you like Luke. Stop pretending and stop convincing yourself that you don’t. Let your feelings out.” Clarisse blurted out. Y/N couldn’t help but not stifle a laugh. “Since when did you become Aphrodite’s kid?” Clarisse jokingly punched their shoulder, a blush creeping in her cheeks. “Shut up.” The Clarisse that they knew, the one who hid her feelings well, embodied pride, arrogance & exuded bravery, and wouldn’t dare give any advice, less a confession, was back.

“Look, I’m just saying that you’re no better than Luke. You might be even worse than him. And I don’t like seeing my best friend sulking because they made their own bed and laid on it. Stop being stupid and accept the fact that Luke has feelings for you and you have to as well or I'll have to beat you with a stick just to get it through your thick skull."

Y/N spent the entire day looking for Luke, who was nowhere to be found in his normal stations. They asked all his siblings about his whereabouts but nothing. Na-da. Zip. It wasn’t like him to disappear. In a day they’d see wafts of his brownish-black curly hair in the crowd multiple times and knew it was him. Whenever they see him, it was as if he's the only one they can see.

They decided to look around the cabins once again. They bargained to themselves that if they didn’t see him that time, they’d just look for them at the dining pavilion later tonight or just assume he’s busy. They were so busy with their thoughts it took them a while to finally see the man of the hour. He was leaning against the Aphrodite Cabin, talking to a girl. The girl was blonde, and her height was the same as Luke's shoulder. Louise Clifford-Jacobs, Y/N remembered her name. They were one of Aphrodite Cabin’s kindest members. Y/N wasn’t close to them but they’ve talked once in a while and they’ve heard nothing but kind words from everyone around her. They were laughing and the girl was giggling, excitement drawn on her face. She notices Y/N approaching him and she taps Luke's shoulder before pointing to their direction.

Luke looked away from her and saw Y/N, smiling and waving. Luke offered them what seemed like a smile and a hand raised. The smile was something Y/N noticed approaching him. It looked as if it was out of nervousness or tiredness, Y/N couldn't pinpoint which one. It looked forced and was nowhere near Luke's actual smile.

Still, Y/N flashed a big smile at Luke, happy that they finally found him after that unnecessary scavenger hunt to locate him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You weren’t in the Sword Fighting Arena and your siblings didn’t know where you were”

Luke shifted on his feet, hung his head down, and put his hand on the back of his neck. “Hey, Ease. Yeah sorry ‘bout that I had a lot of things to do. I’ll make it up to you soon. Honest!” Y/N nodded their head in understanding. “Oh yeah!” they exclaimed, remembering why they were looking for him in the first place. “I was gonna ask you something. Do you have a second?” Luke began looking between them and Louise. The air suddenly felt thick as tensions and awkwardness rose as if Luke was caught between a rock and a hard place. It seemed as if Luke made his decision when he responded, "Oh shit, sorry Ease I'm in the middle of something with Louise. Do you mind?"

The smile on Y/N’s face dropped and a forced hard line formed on their lips. “Oh. Oh okay. No worries. If it’s important I can ask you some other time. Bye Louise!” Y/N quickly walked away with hands in their pockets. Y/N felt a pang in their chest, and their heart began to beat more rapidly than normal. They didn’t know what they were feeling. Sadness? Disappointment? It seemingly wasn’t Y/N’s Day, but they convinced themselves that it was because Luke was busy, considering he was Camp Counselor after all. Yeah, that’s what it is. Y/N tried to rationalize what took place. However, Y/N evidently came up short.

It had begun to be a daily occurrence it seems, Y/N finding Luke, asking if they could talk or hang out with them and him disregarding them, brushing them off, or telling them they're busy. Just like it became a sudden everyday occurrence, it also became a nuisance and annoyance to Y/N. Once can be brushed off as a mere coincidence but multiple times in a week? Now, that wasn't a coincidence. It had become clear to Y/N: Luke was avoiding them. But why? Did they do something to upset Luke? Couldn’t be. Was it? It didn’t make sense to Y/N. It didn’t make sense to poor ol’ Annabeth either, whom Y/N found solace in. They felt bad and shameful, talking to a literal 13-year-old about stuff they should be dealing with on their own. But Luke was Annabeth’s brother, and Annabeth knew more about him than Y/N would ever in their lifetime. So, it made sense that Y/N would approach her.

"I could've sworn Luke was walking back and forth from the beach. I've seen him there multiple times a day. Even at the lake with the canoes, I'd see him too. He always looked nervous and his hands were clammy. He was very jumpy too. Whenever I’d ask him, he’d brush me aside, force me off his case, and make me return to the Athena cabin.” Annabeth explained one day when they asked about their sibling’s whereabouts. Y/N was slowly getting frustrated, not at Annabeth but at the lack of answers. Who wouldn’t be? Your best friend, out of the blue, began ignoring you; without offering any answers, without explanation. Anyone would go insane just thinking about it. Y/N felt they had no one else to blame but themselves.

Y/N felt despondent more and more every day, and it wasn’t hard to notice. Their signature smile was gone, they weren't eating much, and aloof. Their cabin-mates noticed it too. They weren't their enthusiastic self and slugged around with their activities for the day. Their siblings, wanting to distract them from whatever caused their unorthodox behavior, asked if they wanted to do hand-to-hand combat or forge weapons in the camp forge, which was what Y/N liked doing the most, but was met with a shrug and a distant stare off into the abyss.

It wasn't just their cabin that got the brunt of Y/N’s melancholy. Half of the population in the camp did. Their beds weren't as comfortable as they had gotten used to. Campers began feeling awful emotionally waking up, some had dreams that caused nothing but dejection and misery. Some Aphrodite kids even woke up feeling nothing but heartache, even though it was supposed to be their month. Everyone was affected, and regardless if Y/N knew of this or not, that wasn’t a matter to them that they cared enough about to fix. Selfish? Probably is.

The last straw was on a random Tuesday when once again, Y/N looked for Luke. They once again, like clockwork, looked everywhere for him. They finally found them near the Hermes cabin, talking to his half-siblings. Approaching them, they sensed that Luke wasn't in the best of moods, with his back tensed than usual and their siblings looking as if the ground was far more interesting than their older brother's lecture. The two, who they later found out were the Stolls, noticed Y/N approaching. Connor (Y/N thought it was Connor but they weren’t sure) looked at Luke before directing his eyes towards Y/N. Luke's eyebrows scrunched up before looking at what had gotten the Stoll siblings' attention. Y/N, with hands behind their back and with a thin line on their lips, greeted Luke.

Before Y/N could greet them, Luke stopped them. “Listen, Y/N. I know you wanna hang out with me and tell me whatever this is you want to tell me. I get that. I see that. But please, not now. I’m in the middle of something here.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in sadness and in turn look at the Stolls. Y/N, who has been patient with their best friend, just wasn’t having it. Out of either frustration or desperation, Y/N spoke. “I know that and I understand that. Being a camp counselor is hard work, especially with these ruffians trying to tear down every wall in the cabin.” Y/N tried to lighten up the situation, earning a snicker from the Stolls, who weren’t their intended audience. Luke just stood there, his face still the same, albeit more unamused than before.

“But you have to relax for once. You’ve been at it for days now so I was won-““No.” Luke immediately interjects with hints of venom laced in his teeth. Y/N’s breath hitched. This was the first time in their life they’ve heard Luke speak like that. He was usually this nonchalant, chill dude. Serious when needed but a stand-up guy. Today wasn’t the normal Luke. No, it was something else. It made Y/N’s spine tingle with fear. It also made the Stolls’ back straightened.

“C’mon, Luke. I know you’re working hard but-""I said no, Y/N. Gods above, can’t you please just listen to me once? I’m busy. Please. Leave.” Y/N gulped, looking back at the Stolls before looking back to Luke, whose eyebrows furrowed and scar making him all the more menacing. Y/N immediately left, locking themselves away in their cabin. They looked up, and just thinking about Luke’s tone and expression made them tear up. It was oh so wrong for Y/N to cry over someone, let alone a boy. But this was no ordinary boy no. This boy was special to them, and their expression of annoyance towards them felt like a stab to the heart multiple times, each time the intensity got worse and worse and as a joke, his expression kept removing the daggers only to put it back in.

This made Y/N’s overthinking tenfold. They have settled at the fact that Luke hated them, thought of them as an annoyance, thought of them as excess baggage. These thoughts overwhelmed Y/N and in turn, tears welled up in their eyes, cascading onto their pillow until they fell asleep. None of their siblings tried to bother them, eyes looking back at each other laced with sympathy towards their once exuberant sibling. Y/N ultimately missed lunch and dinner, and Luke noticed that day that Y/N was nowhere to be found. But ultimately decided not to do anything about it.

It was a Thursday when the downfall came. Y/N, who was feeling nothing but sadness the past couple of days, like a shift of tides, has inadvertently turned this sadness into something else; something much more dangerous and malicious: Anger. It was all of a sudden. Y/N woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and that’s when everything went to shit. Y/N’s anger poured over everyone in their cabin. Sammie, Y/N's bunkmate, asked them what was wrong. They were always there for Y/N and Y/N considered Sammie their closest sibling out of everyone. So, it was a surprise to all of their siblings when Y/N’s voice, filled with malice and venom, barked “LEAVE ME ALONE. CAN’T YOU SEE I’M NOT? FOR GOD'S SAKE JESUS ABOVE! ARE YOU STUPID OR BRAIN DEAD?” Everyone’s mouth hung open as they looked at each other, either out of fear or mere awkwardness. Y/N wasn’t the type to scream at anyone out of the blue. They were boisterous and loud, sure, but it was out of happiness and eagerness to wake up every day. But now, it was like a cloud cast over Camp Half-Blood, even though it never rained there.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the scene in front of them. Y/N on their bed, blanket strewn about on their legs as they scowled at the now teary-eyed Sammie. Time stood still and the air got more and more heavy. Here was their zealous and exuberant sibling, who woke up and randomly just chose to pick a fight the moment their eyes opened. It wasn't like them. But no one knew what caused them to snap. Someone had to step between them and Hayden, one of the older members of the camp, guided Sammie away from Y/N before they further angered them. Essie, another one of their siblings, glared at Y/N.

Y/N, with everyone's eyes on them, finally was hugged by clarity's warmth and their eyes softened. They looked around to see their siblings looking at them with the expression of either disgust or shame, and Y/N couldn't stand to be around their siblings. They tossed their blanket aside and went out of their cabin, head down.

Maybe walking could clear my head. Y/N thought. So, they walked. And walked, visiting every place you can go to in camp, rinse and repeat. They felt like a soulless traveler, wandering aimlessly around. Lifeless and tired. As they began walking back to their cabin however, a familiar voice tried to stop them. They tensed up, realizing it was Luke, the same boy who had been ignoring them for days, who now had the utter audacity to come up to them as if nothing had happened.

Y/N, more infuriated than before, turned around to look at the boy. He was in a smiley mood, creases formed on the side of their eyes. This was Luke’s signature smile that he knew Y/N loved, but unfortunately for him, today wasn’t the day it’d work on them. They glowered at Luke with intense fury in their eyes, and Luke, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to be sucked in by a black hole from where he stood, even though they had no idea what had made them furious like that. In the years of knowing Y/N, Luke knew they had that specific look whenever they were furious, that one that made you want to eat dirt or bury yourself alive. It wasn’t a normal occurrence, which made the intensity of the look way worse. And whenever they did show it, regardless of how many times they’ve done so over the years, it always felt like the first, and Luke always shuddered seeing it. He wasn’t thrilled when his Ease was upset. And in years of knowing them, knew not to mess with Y/N during their spouts of anger, but what Luke wanted to tell them was very important to both of them, Luke thinks, and assumed it’d make Y/N’s mood better, just like every other plan Luke had for them when they were mad or upset. In hindsight, this was probably the worst decision Luke has ever made.

"Hey, I was looking for you. Do you have a second?" Luke put his hands in his khaki pants' pockets and smiled at Y/N. Luke's nonchalance made Y/N's expression turn from anger into disbelief. Did he actually believe that Y/N, whose face is red with anger and disgust towards Luke's actions for the past week, would just come around and entertain Luke's question? Certainly, no one would. Disbelief turned into fury, and Y/N's hands turned into a fist. They approached Luke, and for a minute Luke smiled. Tunnel vision once again washed over Luke, and unfortunately for him, he failed to see Y/N, who without hesitation, swung at him.

Luke was on the ground in an instant, shock painted across his face. He felt for the side of his lip, which was now cut open and oozing with blood. If Y/N was in a better mood, they’d take a picture of Luke’s expression and hang it up so people would gawk at it. But alas, Y/N didn’t have a camera, and they weren’t in the mood for stupid jokes, let alone Luke’s.

“You really have the gall to ask me that? After what you’ve fucking done?” Y/N’s every step was filled to the brim with resentment, each step might leave and burn a permanent mark on the ground. Luke wasn't looking forward to what Y/N was gonna do to him. And Luke, in all of this, was painfully unaware of what he had done, as evident by the clueless look he had, which infuriated Y/N more.

“You, Luke Castellan, are the stupidest, shittiest, and the most pathetic excuse of a man I've ever met in this entire lifetime. You ignore me for days, brush me off when I try to talk to you and act like I don't exist. You are just as cruel as the Gods. No, scratch that. Even worse. If you didn’t wanna be friends anymore you could’ve just fucking told me instead of you acting like you don't see me.” The anger in Y/N seemingly dissipated, replacing it with another just as intense if not more emotion: Anguish. Y/N's eyes were now filled to the brim with days' worth of unshed tears, it was as if the dam inside their heart finally burst. Luke finally, by the grace of God, realized the critical error they'd made. They didn't mean to leave Y/N in the dust like that, but Y/N didn't know that. It was his fault for not communicating with them about it. He, upon seeing his best friend, with tears in their eyes and anger and other pent-up emotions over the days splattered in both their face and actions, knew he had morally fucked up. Luke Castellan, who was very much aware of how many times he had fucked up in his life, who was so used to seeing the consequences of his actions, for seemingly the first time, was now so blissfully aware of how unaware he was of the damage he’d done. The last thing he wanted was to make Y/N feel anything but happiness. He never wanted to hurt them or make them cry. They swore one day years ago that until they died, they wouldn’t make Y/N feel that way. To be alone. To be abandoned, like the Gods did. Luke had always been angry at the Gods for ignoring them and didn't want anyone, especially their best friend, to feel that way after everything that had happened to them. But like the Gods, life was cruel like that, and promises were sometimes made to be broken. And Luke failed. Yet again. He did. At that moment, he realized just how much anguish and pain he had caused. Luke's expression softened and regret was now sprawled across his face.

Y/N raised their fist towards Luke, and he closed his eyes, expecting a second punch to land on his face. I deserve it. he thought. But he waited and waited until…nothing. Instead, Y/N's fist faced the ground, and their head was down, tears dripping onto the dirt they were now kneeling on. They gripped on their pants like a lifeline, as they shook with rage. Luke, fully grasping what was happening, tried to approach them and touch their hand. But as soon as he tried, Y/N moved away from him. At that moment, you could hear Luke's heart shattering into millions of pieces. He'd officially ruined it. Just like everything he touched.

Y/N stood up and wiped the tears that were threatening to spill from their eyes. Their hair was a mess, shirt rippled as if it wasn't ironed and their hand was now a little bloody from the punch to both Luke's face and the contact with the Earth. Y/ N looked at Luke with malice, and Luke unconsciously stepped back.

“Stay away from me, Luke Castellan. If you know what’s good for you, I advise you to do so. Never ever talk to me again. Go fuck yourself. We’re done.”

Relationships end, that was a given. Love was silly like that. Breaking up and losing who you thought was your forever was one of the saddest heartaches you can get in life. That was universal knowledge. But Luke, at that moment, knew that that wasn't the case. To him, the most heartbreaking thing was to see their best friend walk away, just like that. They essentially gave up on him, and Luke had nothing to blame but himself. The one person who he knew wouldn’t give up on them, did just that. Friendships come and go, and over time and unexpectedly, they can break off. And all you can do is accept and move on. That was natural. But this wasn’t something Luke didn’t want to just accept. He knew this one’s reason wasn't natural. And it had one reason: him. Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes. A fuck up.

Luke laid on his bunk bed, contemplating. This had been going on for two days already. Luke waking up and doing nothing but brood and contemplate. Nobody in the cabin bothered him, aside from Chris who stepped up as temporary camp counselor for him and updated him once in a while about what they did that day, and his other younger sister Mia who cleaned up his wound upon seeing him enter the cabin, dazed and hurt. He would kill just for Y/N to say something to him, to scream at him, do something instead of the cold glares they have given them when they reach the dinner pavilion or even as they walk near their cabin. For some reason, Y/N always knew they were there, and it pissed them off even more. The silence between them was deafening, and Luke hated every minute of it. It wasn't rare for the two to fight, Y/N was feisty and loved arguing, especially when they knew they were right. But the first time, when Y/N decided that they weren't gonna argue, got Luke shaken up and scared.

Luke had looked everywhere for Y/N that day. He knew he royally fucked up, calling Y/N by their nickname that they’ve agreed upon should be kept in secrecy. Put that in the list of things Luke has fucked up in the years of their friendship. Worry filled Luke’s brain. What if they went to the forest and got hurt? Luke wouldn’t forgive himself if that happens. He’s lost a lot of people in his life, and when Y/N came into his life, while ambivalent at first, later on promised to himself that he wasn’t gonna let anything happen to Y/N. He had sworn to protect them, even though he knew they didn’t need him. Luke was just about to give up, his nerves shaken as he anxiously thought of multiple what-ifs in his head, when he found them ultimately in the last place they never bothered to search: the campfire.

Y/N was sitting on the ground, hugging their knees. They were looking at the ground. Luke hesitantly walked towards them and sat next to them. The fire crackled as a girl, who was not older than 8, tended to the flames. He could’ve sworn he's never seen this girl in the years he’s been here but that didn’t matter. Y/N sensed someone was next to them, and looked up. Luke sheepishly smiled at them and in turn, Y/N looked away.

Luke sighed and laid his head on their shoulder, closing his eyes. Y/N didn’t shrug him off, which was a good thing but they weren’t looking at him. They just sat there, the crackling of fire the only thing you could hear as it danced like two lovers in an intense dance for their lives. Silence went by minutes. No one dared making a sound.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words that pierced the silence that surrounded them. Luke sat right up and looked at Y/N who was now looking at them with the most heavenly eyes Luke had ever seen. Their eyes were out of this world, it was as if planets and novas were encased in them. But what ruined it was the gloss. Not because of the glossiness of their eyes, but the cause of it. Y/N had been crying. And it was Luke’s fault.

“Why are you apologizing, Ease? It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I embarrassed you. I promised that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. And now here you are, crying. I also promised I wouldn’t make you cry either.” He sighed before putting his forehead on their shoulder, closing his eyes. It was another minute before Y/N spoke again.

“It’s stupid, Luke. It was petty. And I made it a big deal by leaving. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you in front of the campers. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

The pair looked at each other in lopsided smiles. “We’re both a mess, huh?” He looked at them again with the biggest and doofiest smile he could muster. Then, giggles. Giggling and laughter roared in the air as the two non-verbally apologized to each other. Hugs and jokes were shared that day in front of the bonfire. You couldn’t burn that scene whenever you tried. It was one of the best days the two ever had.

Emphasis on had. Luke thought. Now, he lays there, contemplating the bridge he’d burn from the one good thing in his life. What Luke couldn’t forget the most were their eyes, filled with hate and malice towards him. Seeing them like that felt like the entire world, his entire world, fall apart. And then they left them there standing, forced to pick up the millions of pieces he himself destroyed.

He knew he loved them; he really did. He could lie under oath and people would know he’s being disingenuous. He’d known for a while about what he felt for them. The way he looks at them from a distance as they laugh with their cabin-mates, a smile unconsciously creeps into his lips. The way their eyes drag towards them instinctively in the crowd. The way they put him over themselves and how much they accommodate him. Those were some of the things they loved about Y/N. And it took Chris and the entire Hermes cabin just to make him realize just how much of a love-sick puppy he was. Although he knew of his feelings towards them, just like Y/N though, they were both content in being part of their lives. Just like Y/N, He was scared that he might fuck up if they both got together, and he didn’t want to lose them. So, he convinced himself that keeping them in their lives platonically was the only solution they had. They were both idiots. Laughing at that now, Luke couldn’t help but slap himself in the face. You kept them platonically but you still fucked up. Way to go, Castellan.

He was surely convinced he was just okay to keep them in their lives platonically. He didn’t even initially plan anything on Valentine's Day. Just hanging out with them and doing nothing was okay for Luke. But as Valentine’s Day crept around the corner, Luke couldn’t help but think of holding their hand that day as fireworks sprayed in the sky, red and white lights dancing and looking down at them. He couldn’t help but dream of holding them in their arms, kissing them on the temple, smiling down at them as they both looked at each other in adoration. He knew he had to make a move, as both were as stubborn as mules. Y/N had always been the one to initiate everything. From hanging out to just lollygagging around camp. Y/N has always been there for him. It was always Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He swears he could make their name a chant, just to immortalize this being he could’ve sworn was given to him by the Gods themselves. What did he do to deserve such an angel? He doesn’t know. He realized that for once in his life, He wanted to initiate something first. Not Y/N. Him.

He felt his heart ripping out of his chest, and at that instant, he knew he had to do something. At first, he couldn’t find Aphrodite kids who he was close enough to ask for advice since they were all busy with the Feast. But the Gods smiled down upon him that day, in the form of Louise Clifford-Jacobs. Luke wasted no hesitation asking Louise about what to do on Valentines, the perfect spot in Camp Half-Blood, the perfect food to serve, everything. He was so focused on planning he didn’t realize Y/N was next to him, the last person he hoped to hear him ask an Aphrodite girl about his plans for them. Looking at Y/N and their smile, Luke felt his heart beat in his chest. His ears turned red as the love of their life smiled upon them, like sun rays that greeted you in the morning. Y/N had wanted to ask him a question, and although he wanted to entertain it, he still had to plan their date. Luke knew he hadn’t had much time but he didn’t wanna make them leave. Sacrifices were needed to be taken, and Luke had asked them to leave. The smile that left Y/N’s face broke his heart, but he had to do something so that his plan wasn’t blown.

Luke watched as Y/N left and felt a pang, it was as if someone had shot them directly into his chest. Looking at Louise, they instinctively knew they had to make the date as special as ever.

But all the planning. All gone to waste because Luke had failed to focus on the one good thing he had. He was so intent on making the perfect date he forgot who it was for. And now Luke was just there staring into the abyss of the bunk bed, dejected that not only he lost his best friend, his grand plan was useless now. Maybe he could give the plan to Percy? He wasn’t sure anymore.

A knock on the door interrupted his brooding, and he sat up to see the last person he expected to see today. Clarisse La Rue, in all her Ares fashion, walked inside and sat next to Luke. She intently looked at Luke, anger pulsing through her veins. Luke gulps in response.

“I wanna punch you so bad, Castellan.” She started. “So, so bad. You don’t know how much you fucked up.” He flinched. He knew how hard Ares kids’ punches are, but Clarisse’s was deadlier. You could’ve hit him with a stone and it would hurt way less. She continues. “But I won’t.” Luke sat up, confused. If she wasn’t there to hurt him then what? Luke couldn’t wrap around the scenario happening right now.

“Clarisse, if you’re looking for Capture the Flag alliances, go look for someone else. I’m not in the mood to think of strategies nor care for any bartering you're gonna do.” Luke bluntly stated as he plopped his head on his pillow, covering his eyes with his arm. He hears the girl sigh. “As much as I would really like to make an alliance with you, I’m here for Y/N”

This caught the boy’s attention as he sat up again. He stares at Clarisse before she starts to speak. “Look, I’m probably the last person you’d expect to play cupid but goddamn you both are annoying as fuck. I’ll cut to the chase, Castellan. My best friend is fucking in love with you, they just couldn’t admit it because they’ve made their thick skull think they didn’t have a chance with you. It has gotten worse ever since you started your little game of ignoring them. Now, I know you like them too, the way you look at them makes me wanna vomit but whatever. And I know you didn't mean to ignore them. This is all just a big misunderstanding and Idiot 1 and 2 do nothing but brood and sigh all day. I for one think it's annoying as hell.” Clarisse sighs, reclining on the railings of Luke’s bunk. " The point is, I’m not gonna sit around and see them cry over some idiot. Now, get your sad, pathetic ass out of bed and tell me your plan so I can help.”

Luke and Clarisse indeed formed an unlikely alliance. Although not in Capture The Flag, it was for Y/N so it was the next best thing. Luke’s plan was simple: it was a simple dinner date at the camp’s gazebo, with the gazebo facing the lake. Luke used his abilities as a Hermes kid to smuggle in Y/N and his' favorite food. Clarisse, who had connections with Aphrodite kids through her other best friend Silena, had asked them to help Luke with his case. They didn’t hesitate, seeing that love and courtship was their forte. Louise and Silena lead the operation, Luke owing them big time for this. In all of the planning and decorating, Luke had gotten antsy. And Silena was getting rather annoyed. Using her charm speak, she had managed to calm Luke’s nerves. Sighs of relief echoed as Luke decided to sit as far away as the Aphrodite kids and let them do their jobs without looking like a strict supervisor.

Silena and Clarisse had known for a long time just how much the Hermes boy yearned for Y/N. In fact, the pair were taking bets on who would confess first, with Silena betting that Y/N would meanwhile Clarisse was betting on Luke. In the meantime, it seems like none of them were winning. And they wouldn’t like that now, would they? That’s why they agreed to help him. Though it was the second reason, the real reason why was sweeter, but they would rather be caught dead than admit that.

Whilst Silena and Clarisse helped prepare, they couldn’t help but look back at Luke. His leg wobbled up and down and he kept wringing his hands. Sweat was rolling down his head as his eyes shifted, while silent murmurs left his mouth. In the many years these two have known Luke, they have never seen him like this. He was the epitome of confidence, both in the eyes of his siblings and everyone in the camp. He was ever so self-assured with both his abilities in sword fighting and his abilities as Head Counselor. Yet here he was, a blubbering mess. It was definitely out of character for him. The two kept snickering every time they looked back at him, and they looked back at each other, rolling their eyes. This was definitely blackmailing material for the future.

That night on Valentines Day, the feast had commenced in celebration of the Goddess of Love. With everyone in the dinner pavilion, Chiron had shared their usual pleasantries, and just like clockwork, finally asked everyone to commence the celebration. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes and eating well tonight, courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin, kids who knew they helped in preparations can finally eat up and pat themselves on the back for a job well done. Couples from different cabins were allowed to eat next to each other, as their single siblings watched in horror and disgust. Burning of offerings had also commenced tenfold, with everyone thanking the Goddess of Love for a very successful day. As the celebration goes on, Y/N sat next to their siblings, half of them sitting with their loved ones, while the rest talk amongst themselves. They sat in the middle, aimlessly picking and playing with their food.

A cough took them out of their state. Clarisse, who was wearing her best red dress, and Silena who absolutely looked stunning in their off-shoulder dress stood next to each other, looking at them. Y/N in turn looked up at them, eyes filled with gloom. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna be like that the entire night, Y/N”.

“And what if I was?” They barked in retaliation. They were in no mood to bicker with the daughter of Ares. They weren’t also in a mood to celebrate this supposed-to-be happy occasion. Why would they? They just lost their best friend and the person they have been yearning for in just a week.

“Well, that’s no good now, is it?” both snicker at each other. They sigh before standing up, back hunched and their arms on the table. “Look, I’m really not in the mood to entertain pranks nor play with matchmakers, no offense Silena” she smiled and nodded back to them.

“Well good news. This is no prank. Silena and I decided that since you’re alone this Valentine’s you could come join us on a little singles bonding.” Y/N raised their eyebrow in suspicion. They had a hunch that whenever these two were together and involved, it wasn’t gonna be pretty. These two, besides them and Clarisse, are partners in crime. And when there’s trouble in the air, Clarisse and Silena are the main culprits.

Y/N sighed however. Despite not being in the mood, they had no plans whatsoever. They were, however, in an entertaining mood. There was nothing to lose. So, they humor them, albeit begrudgingly. They rolled their eyes and looked back at them. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”

The girls smile and jump in excitement. Seeing this commotion, they knew something was up. These two were planning something, and Y/N was mentally cursing themselves for agreeing. There was fire in Clarisse’s eyes, and in the many years they’ve known her, they knew exactly what this look was: Determination. A determined Clarisse was dangerous, that they knew. They would stop at nothing to get things done, regardless if it'd kill her or not. An over exaggeration on Y/N’s part but you get the point. But curiosity was a killer. And well, satisfaction will bring them back.

Silena dragged Y/N away from their table, no one paying mind to them leaving, while Clarisse pushed them forward. They walked and walked until they ended up in the Aphrodite cabin, desolate with no one but themselves. They dragged them to the cabin’s vanity table that was lined with different hair items and products, from hair gel to combs. Aphrodite kids were stacked, and Y/N anxiety never faltered.

“What the hell are you two gonna do to me?” they asked, voice laced with fear. Clarisse’s usual cackle filled the cabin, alongside the sound of a turned-on hair dryer. “Oh c’mon, Y/N liven up. It’s Mom’s Day. I’m giving you a makeover, of course. Courtesy of the entire Aphrodite cabin.” Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror and realized they look utterly horrid. Their hair stuck out in every direction; their eyes red from the constant crying. Eyebags evident from the lack of sleep. Silena was right, They thought. They did look like a mess.

“Think of it as self-care, Y/N. As the Head Councilor of the Aphrodite cabin, we are humbly your fairy godmothers for the evening. I’m gonna make sure you look perfect and stunning. Now. Face the mirror.”

Silena was right. Y/N did look perfect right now. They looked the best they’ve ever been ever since they entered camp, hell, even before they were homeless. One word can describe them right now and it was this: Ethereal. They looked like you could put them in Olympus and no one would be any wiser, no, scratch that, they looked more than just a God. They looked like a celestial being. Silena and Clarisse couldn’t help but gawk at their joint masterpiece and Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror, basking in their appearance.

Y/N couldn’t help it as a tear rolled down their cheek, which Silena tsked before wiping it off. “Someone who looks celestial tonight has no right to cry. Look at you!” Both Clarisse and Silena were now beside them, and they gawked once more at them. Their confidence skyrocketed ten-fold, and by God they didn’t think they were even capable of looking like so. They looked at both Clarisse and Silena, nodding at them, eyes closed, feeling ever so grateful for their job tonight. But they knew the night wasn’t over, and without hesitation, Clarisse took their hand and led them out the cabin.

It was a short walk and before they knew it, they reached the lit gazebo. Y/N’s eyes sparkled as they stared in awe at the decorations that littered it, fairy lights in little jars, red and white clothes draped at the roof of the gazebo. Food was on the rose petal decorated table, with a beautiful table setting with handkerchiefs folded into swans. But that wasn’t the only thing that was in there. A curly haired boy sat on one of the tables, dressed in a suit, looking down and twiddling with their thumbs. Luke. They thought.

All the happiness they felt have now dissipated, and fury once again taken hold of them. “What the hell is this?” They spat venom, and the pair couldn’t help but flinch in retaliation. Looking up, Luke saw Y/N, and he couldn’t help but gawk at them. Luke had always known Y/N was ethereal, but with Silena and Clarisse’s help, they were all of a sudden out of this world. It was as if Y/N embodied Aphrodite, you can even say moreso, however you wouldn’t catch Luke saying that aloud. All the gawking Luke did however, was ruined when they saw their face. They were infuriated. Angry that they were tricked by Silena and Clarisse. Angry at him.

Luke wasted no time and made a beeline towards Y/N. "What is he doing here?” Y/N asks Silena and Clarisse, and the duo stayed quiet, looking at Luke for help. Luke sighs, putting both his hands up near his chest, a sign that he wasn’t there to put up a fight. “Don’t get mad at them, Ease. They helped me. I asked them to trick you. I’m sorry.”

“I told you that I didn’t wanna see you anymore, Luke.” “I know that but please hear me out.” Without saying a word, Y/N began to turn around and walk away. Who wouldn’t be pissed? The last person they wanted to see right now was standing there, whilst they recruited their other friends to basically trick them into seeing him. To say they were pissed was an understatement.

Not wanting for Y/N to leave before he explained himself, he grabs their arm. The touch felt electric to Y/N as they spun around as Luke held them. And for the first time in a while, Y/N’s expression softened. It had been days since the two had hung out, let alone seen each other. The fight had made them more distant than before, and Y/N couldn’t help but yearn for Luke’s touch. As skin contacts skin, his touch made them putty, and all the anger they’ve kept just seemingly dissipated, and there was nothing left but yearning. Painful, painful yearning.

“Please, Y/N hear me out. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” Y/N closed their eyes, sighing. Y/N knew Luke was their weakness, it had always been. And as he stood there holding them, all thoughts were officially lost. They nodded, and Luke for the first time in a while had his signature smile plastered on their face.

Luke looks at Y/N’s eyes, enamored as the lights from the gazebo danced in it. The more he stared at their eyes, they felt like a moth drawn to the flame. He could stare at it forever, like how Narcissus looked at his reflection in the water, but Luke had to snap out of it, and finish the hell that he had started.

“Listen, Ease. In the years I’ve lived on this Earth, I’ve recognized just how much I’ve fucked up. I was very much aware of how much I’ve done so. With Hal, with…Thalia.” Luke looked at the ground, tears began welling in his eyes. Y/N, who looked at him with adoration, wasted no time putting their hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to them. Luke looks at Y/N, before laughing, tears betraying him as they rush down like a waterfall. Y/N’s expressions softened even more, as they used their thumb to swipe any more tears that dared leave Luke’s eyes. A nod left Y/N, encouraging Luke to continue. The gesture made Luke a little more courageous, as he swallowed, before continuing. “With dad’s quest. I knew how much of a fuckup I was. I was always aware, and for some odd reason, when the consequences of these fuck-ups arise, I just ignore them. Not the healthiest option I know but I just stopped giving a fuck, you know? It is what it is mentality.” As he looked at Y/N, he took their hands into his, and suddenly yet all at once, it felt exhilarating. Their hand in his felt bright and warm, a feeling both of them never felt before. In that moment, they both seemed to forget all the troubles, trials and tribulations they’ve experienced, and what matters right now were just the two of them, in that moment, a scene like in a movie.

“But seeing you walk away like that with the angriest and furious eyes with tears cascading down your face, I realized something.” He breathes out as his grip on their hands tighten, it was as if at any minute, Luke would lose them, like they would drift away from them, never to be seen again. “I realized that out of all the fuck ups I did, hurting you was the worst one I’ve ever done. In that moment, I realized that making you feel alone and small was the biggest fuck-up I have ever done. For the first time, It felt as if some part of me died that day. Out of all the mistakes I've done in my life, you were the only one I was willing to fix."

Luke adoringly stepped forward more, and the space between them left as if it never existed. Luke moved his hands to their forearm, and in turn they put their hand on his chest. “You, Ease, made me realize that out of everything in my life, you’ve become the only thing I got right. I could forget everything, and you’d still be the only constant I’m thankful the Gods had given me. You're the only one who has seen the reds and the blues of my life and despite everything, you just burned them all up. And you, with all your love for an idiot like me, kissed them goodbye.”

“I’m here to fix things between us, Ease. Let it be known that I’m not willing to give you away that easily. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. So please, I hope you forgive me.”

Y/N, upon hearing Luke’s words, couldn’t help but allow the tears to fall from their eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions, they wasted no time putting their arms around him, sobbing as they cling on to him, scared that they might fall away from them. It took Luke a minute before wrapping their arms around them as well, swinging them back and forth as the pair laughed and giggled in each other’s presence. Tears and smiles were shared amongst the pair, and Luke, smitten in love, broke the contact first, his hands on Y/N’s waist. The pair basked at each other’s presence with adoration, as they stood there, foreheads touching. Y/N’s hands crept once again to Luke’s face and in that moment, as they looked at each other, time stood still, silence washed over them. “Ease, I promise you, you won’t regret it.” He giddily smiles at them, and they chuckle.

“I know I won’t.” Y/N replies. Luke leans in, and in sync, their lips move against each other. The pair melted in each other as Y/N placed their hands on their neck. Y/N’s lips were soft. Luke thought. And a smile crept into his lips as his dreams of what their lips felt like on his was now in fruition. Electricity filled the air as the two savored each other, apologies and I love yous passed back and forth with each kiss. It was invigorating, the pair thought. He parts his lips for them, allowing each other to explore and satiate the hunger they had for each other. Their hands slipped into his curly hair and in turn, Luke pulled them towards his body more.

They broke apart after a few minutes, the two catching their breath. As they looked at each other, a sudden boom made their heads snap towards the sky. Red and white lights danced in the sky, covering the entire valley with the Love Goddess’ colors. The two looked up at the sky in adoration as they held onto each other, Luke’s head on their shoulder as they laid their head on his, with Luke’s arms around their waist and their hands resting on top of his.

Silena and Clarisse watch on as their friends bask in each other’s presence, and in turn they look at each other. Clarisse held out a hand, and Silena couldn’t help but groan as they fished in their pockets, placing a few drachmas on the God of War’s child's palm. Clarisse nodded a thank you to Silena, before both of them left to give the two some deserved privacy.

Never in the million years Luke would think the Gods would give him someone, let alone a person who loved all of him. Y/N, his North Star, his tether, his world. He didn't expect them, out of everyone, to now be in his arms, fully embracing the feeling they had for each other that they were so afraid to admit before. Now, as his name fell from Y/N’s mouth, he smiles as he basked at the moment, silently thanking the Gods for this one. And maybe, just maybe he thinks, he can forget about why he hated the Gods in the first place.

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orangflowalober · 1 year ago

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How do you sleep at night?!

Pairing: Lee Heesung x Reader

Genre: crack; idol!heesung, nonidol!reader

Summary: They'd been on a verity show, and of course, they argued over room arrangements. And of course, Heesung had to mention his recently revealed girlfriend.

Word Count: 245

Warnings: implications of sleeping together in the same bed

They'd been on a verity show to promote their newest comeback, and really, it shouldn't have been anything scandalous.

And yet.

A month or so ago, their eldest, Heesung, had come out with the fact that he has been in a happy relationship with his significant other for two years now and that he finally felt comfortable enough to share it with his loyal fanbase.

Timeskip to today, they were sitting and doing what they do best: arguing.

Specifically; they were arguing over their sleeping arrangements when on tour (and in the dorms).

The arrangement went so; Jay, Jake and Sunghoon shared a room, Sunoo, Jungwon and Ni-ki shared a room, and Heesung has a room all to himself.

Much like in the dorms.

"Ya!" On of the MC's called out to Heesung who was cackling away on his chair at how angry his friends look.

"How do you sleep at night knowing your bandmates are suffering?!"

Slowly, his lips curled into an incredibly sharp, wolfish, smug smirk, and his eyes looked half-lidded because of the way he positioned his head in that moment.

That. That was a can of worms of its own.

And no one could stop what Heesung would say next.

"Comfortably in the arms of my girlfriend, of course."

Chaos ensued.

Screams and groans sounded.

The MCs' mouths dropped open at the sheer audacity of this man.

Heesung's smug smirk only widened as he looked somewhere beyond the camera and winked.

The chaos took hours to stop.

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pampushky · 11 months ago

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my masterlist

Behold my multitudes of writing! Requests are open!

hard nos for writing: grooming. pedophilia. don't fuck with any of that. I will include trigger warnings in my works if needed/they apply. I use non-con/dub-con to work through my own trauma. so if you don't like it, don't read it.

my ao3 | ask away

One Piece:

Vinsmoke Sanji Creature (Both Haunted & Holy) ((OLD)) Series Masterlist update on status

Things of Note About This Fic: Slow Burn, slow updates, MC is a selkie, mc has severe PTSD, Past Rape/NonCon, Straw Hats as a family. On Hiatus as of 9/27/24

Roronoa Zoro- Disk Florets

Things of Notes About This Fic: Hanahaki Disease, not actually unrequited love, Zoro is an idiot (lovingly)

Trafalgar D. Water Law- Foot of the Gallows Series Masterlist

Things of Note About This Fic: Fantasy Setting, Soulmates, Marriage of Convenience, Manipulation (not by Law don't worry), Slow Burn, Friends to Enemies to Lovers. Updated once a month at least.

Formula 1:

Lando Norris- My Name is Brutus (And My Name Means Heavy) Series Masterlist The legacy of your grandfather comes with a heavy crown, one partially melted and reformed in flames that should have killed him. Akin to the fire that should have killed you but took your mother instead, leaving you with the same scars that Niki Lauda wouldn’t wish on another, least of all his own grandchild. Yet here you stand, drawing the ire of McLaren’s golden boy, with a twisted crown of his own to wear as you throw everything he was used to to the flames. You force him to adapt overnight when you join the team suddenly after an unknown incident that sends you sprawling as you try to cope with the sudden change in team. You terrify him. And he terrifies you. And somewhere, James Hunt is cackling that Niki Lauda’s granddaughter is frighteningly similar to him.

Things of Notes About This Fic: A/B/O au, Alternate 2024 F1 Season, MC will be from the USA (plot reasons), enemies to lovers, No real description of the MC besides scars & having heavily dyed hair (part of the plot), Niki Lauda is still alive here (also part of plot)

Max Verstappen- Something So Magic About You (Oneshot Coming Soon) Everyone with a soulmate is given an animal that represents their other half, and it always wants to lead the other towards their soulmate, constantly searching for their missing part. The animals appear on their second birthday. And it grows with them. Max is always seen with an elegant yet terrifying, pitch-black Russian wolf hound, sometimes running the track with him, as if to dare other drivers to even come close to him. You, on the other hand, have a lion. A large, goofy lion that begs for all of your attention, even as you try to get through your final year of university.

Things of Note About This Fic: Soulmate AU, Past Child Abuse, Angst, hurt/comfort. Max is absolutely whipped for his soulmate. He also thinks he's represented by a house cat.

Charles Leclerc- Mon Petit Doudou It's a constant fight for anonymity in a career like yours. While you want to hide the most intimate parts of your life from the viewers who tune in to watch you fall apart from a toy or your own fingers, letting your little gasps and whines coax the viewers into tipping you. Your dominant seems uncaring about the idea that someone may recognize him, but Charles has always bordered on aloof when it came to his job and the stigma that surrounded it. But he can get rather protective---especially when some viewers seem to think they have any right to tell him how you should be treated.

Things of Note About This Fic: Sub/Dom dynamics, coworkers to lovers, sub mc, soft dom charles, manipulation (not from charles), smut, angst to fluff, pornstar au

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lizzybeth1986 · 1 year ago

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Too Little, (But Perhaps Not) Too Late

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: PG

Pairing: Kiara & Penelope (platonic). Hints of Hana x Kiara.

Word Count: 3, 085 words.

Summary: At King Liam and Duchess Esther's bachelorette party, Penelope has something to say to her best friend Kiara.

A/N: This is supposed to take place during the events of TRR3 Ch 16 (the MC's bachelorette), but with significant changes that will be a part of my series Petals and Thornes. Penelope's surname is Drammir, the bachelorette is not in Vegas but at Côte d'Or in Cordonia, and by this point in the story Kiara and Hana are secretly a couple.

Tagging @kiaratheronappreciationweek for KTAW Day 5: Friendships, @choicesficwriterscreations for FotW, @choicesjunechallenge2024 for Ending/Beginning, @choicescommunityevents for Best Friend Day.

"Un Soixante Quinze, s'il vous plait."

Kiara has been to Côte d'Or - and this nightclub - enough times that every bartender there knows without even looking at her that her favourite is a slightly tart French 75; Deirdre smiles, her eyes trained on a violet-coloured bottle somewhere.

"I'll do you one better, Lady Kiara. How about some Empress Gin and a dash of lime?"

Kiara's laughter is a silent gurgle in her throat rather than the court-appropriate tinkle or a loud cackle (that for some reason, Hana seems to love so much), the amusement making her eyes light up. "That'll be fun."

Far more fun at least than watching half the court pair up for dancing from the sidelines, knowing she can't do the same. Yet.

She tries to make her sideways glance towards the other side of the bar look casual, but damn if Hana doesn't make it hard. In a black velvet minidress studded with diamanté, like stars in the night sky, she looks good enough to eat. There is a faraway, dreamlike feel to the way she stares, unseeing, at the opposite wall; Kiara shudders. The same dreams haunt her too, night and day.

Olivia seems to be sashaying her way to the spot where Hana stands, and Kiara turns away, swallowing. That woman has a knack for noticing everything and using that skill against everyone around her in the worst ways. Neither she nor Hana need the additional humiliation of being caught by Olivia Nevrakis of all people, before they're truly ready.

She jumps as she hears a jaunty hello right behind her. It's Penelope - practically prancing her way to Kiara from her spot on the dance floor, flushed and ridiculously happy, several tendrils of hair out of place, lips and cheeks rosier than usual. Kiara instinctively searches the crowd for her brother Ezekiel, and finds him talking to a minor noble some distance away, the dishevelment of his hair barely noticeable.

Kiara smiles back at Penelope. Clearly this night isn't going to be just a celebration of King Liam and Queen Esther's very obviously romantic union, but also a chance, for the many couples that have cropped up in the past few months, to be open about their love in the wake of that passionate love story. Cordonia seems to be changing, Kiara thinks, with a brief pang (she tries...really hard this time...not to look over at Hana again), right in front of her very eyes.

Penelope's attention has already shifted to the way Deirdre masterfully mixes Kiara's drink. The gin and the simple syrup had already been mixed and shaken before Penelope made her appearance; Deirdre's now getting to what Kiara knows Penelope would consider the fun part. She squeezes out a wedge of lime, quietly stealing a glance at her audience of two as the drink's hue changes from clear to a rather vibrant shade of purple.

"Ohhhh," Penelope's gasp comes out in a burst of pleasure.

"Empress 1908 Gin," Kiara whispers to her, "they infuse the concoction with butterfly pea blossoms. They change colour if you add anything acidic to it."

Penelope handwaves the information away with the carelessness she gives most pretty things - it only matters that they look pretty; she couldn't care less for the process that gave her that incredible sight.

Much as Kiara doesn't like to admit it...the word "careless" does seem to be the apt word to define how Penelope goes through her life.

Carelessness in court. Carelessness in her everyday life. Carelessness with belongings, with tasks, with people. Even the ones she genuinely believes (and she does. Truly) she loves.

Part of it - Kiara is aware - has to do with how overwhelming court life, on its own, can be for her. Penelope may have exaggerated some of the hardships she seems to face, but this she has never once lied about.

Navigating court is hard enough, even for Kiara herself, but too often Penelope exudes the appearance of a doe entering a den of lions. For every one thing she manages to get right, Penelope has to fear the hundred things she'll do wrong. At some point you just get resigned to the possibility that a good day might be one where you made fifteen mistakes rather than fifty.

But anyone who stays around Penelope long enough knows that there is a inherent lack of urgency about her, a certain reluctance to think things through, a certain comfort with being tended to, getting pampered, being let off out of sympathy even as her choices wreak havoc. A tendency to consider only her comforts and no one else's.

It isn't meant maliciously. These things just don't occur to her.

Kiara meets Penelope's eyes once, then nods and turns to Deirdre with an order for a strawberry daiquiri. Penelope passes her a grateful glance, relieved at having that decision taken out of her hands.

Kiara sighs. There are a great many things you learn to get used to as Penelope Drammir's best friend - her indecision and passivity being one of them. She shakes her head as she absently twirls her stirrer over her drink. The days Kiara allows herself to think of how annoyed she used to feel (way back during the engagement tour) around Penelope are few and far between, and she does feel guilty of doing her friend a disservice whenever she does. Of being ungenerous, judgemental.

Of abandoning empathy. Even if empathy is a gift she hardly expects to get herself from...well, from anyone.

Kiara steals another glance towards the other end of the bar. Hana and Olivia are standing side by side, their backs facing the bar, their eyes never leaving the dancing couples. From time to time Olivia seems to say something (and Kiara almost bites down her cheek to stop herself from going there and rising to Hana's defense, in case it's something nasty). If Hana is affected, you couldn't tell - so nonchalant is her stance against the bar.

Hana's words from a week ago - warm and soothing and smelling of melted chocolate - still ring in Kiara's ears. You deserve to have people you can lean on, Kiara. As much as anyone else. You need to be able to depend on your friends sometimes too.

Her hand barely ghosts over her side, but Kiara doesn't allow it to linger there. She allows the words to wash over her, like balm. Like some sort of elixir that she hopes will heal her, slowly, spreading its warmth and sweetness in small trickles, taking away the hurt and resentment and self-derision bit by bit.

When she's calm enough to turn to Penelope's side again, she catches her friend staring.

Her eyes no longer on her dairiquiri; she stirs it absently, very much the way Kiara just did a few minutes ago. Those very eyes are suddenly a deeper blue, a darker shade, her gaze more intent and more serious than anything she has ever seen from Penelope in all the years they've known each other.

Kiara takes a nervous sip of her drink (sweet. tart. refreshing), her laughter betraying a slight discomfort. "You're staring at me like I've grown an extra head."

Penelope's gaze doesn't shift back to her usual - the unfocused flitting of the eyes from corner to corner. The intensity of it makes Kiara shift a little in her seat. For all her faults, seeing Penelope be her usual thoughtless, fickle-minded self - always distracted by the newest shiny object or the antics of the nearest dog - has always been reassuring.

"I...I haven't been a very good friend to you, Kiki, have I," Penelope says, quietly.

She says it as if it isn't a question but a statement, as if she has thought enough about it that it has become an already-unquestionable fact in her mind - that for a few moments Kiara finds it hard to say anything in response.

"What makes you say that, Nena?" She says, using that old affectionate nickname that Penelope only allows family and close friends to use with her.

Penelope fiddles with the shell bracelet she usually wears with the dress she's wearing, a sumptuous affair in her house colours - completely inappropriate for Esther's bachelorette (they're all supposed to wear dark or muted colours so the bride could shine in her sparkly gold outfit). But because it's Esther - who honestly couldn't care less - Penelope managed to get away with it.

Much like she has managed to get away with a great deal of things, Kiara realises with an unfortunate twist in her gut. A terrible court performance. Being involved in smearing another courtier's name (learning about that last engagement tour, realising Penelope was comfortable expecting friendship from the woman she did that to and never even bothered to let Kiara know almost ended their friendship for good). Wanting Esther and her friends to pamper her within an inch of her life if they wanted her to accompany them for their tour, even though her past conduct demanded - ethically - that she at least offer unconditional support.

(And never, ever once asking about how Kiara was healing after she was released from hospital. But that was something, perhaps, that she couldn't lay blame on Penelope alone for. For the longest time, her injury really seemed to matter that little to most).

And whether or not Penelope seems to realize how good she has had it without making enough effort from her end, yet...she certainly seems to have made a good enough start right now.

Penelope's voice goes a little softer, her eyes suddenly unable to meet Kiara's. "I think it's all the time Zeke and I have been spending together," she says, one fingernail tracing the seam of a fake shell. "He's been feeling a bit guilty himself, you know. He always tells me he's the older one, he's the one who should be taking care of you...but it's you always playing that role instead."

Kiara winces. "Well... he's never asked that of me, has he?"

Has it been like that, really? Has it? All she knows of her relationship with Zeke is how often she loses patience with him when his reluctance to move out of his safe zone creates problems, either for himself or their family. It's the one thing she has always felt a little guilty about - as much as she has felt whenever she got frustrated with Penelope.

"That's the worst part, he says. That he let you adopt that role, and never give you the same level of support. That of course you find him a little hard to understand, but that never stopped you from trying to help. And of course you never ask for any help in return, but there were so many times you should have gotten it from him anyway," Penelope's sigh comes out in a shuddering breath, and Kiara notices a redness creeping up to her cheeks from her neck. "I never realised until he said that, that I've treated you that way too."

When Penelope looks at Kiara this time, her lashes are spiky with tears. Kiara tries to swallow the lump in her own throat, suddenly overwhelmed.

For a while now, these were thoughts Kiara did have. Thoughts she'd tried to quash in the many, many hours she spent struggling to move in that hospital bed without feeling that pain on her side, thoughts she fought off after being reminded - again and again and again - how she got hurt there. Thoughts that terrified her so much she suppressed them, experiencing a mixture of relief and disappointment when no one, not even her close friends, seemed to find what happened to her important enough to remember.

These were thoughts she could only allow herself to have for no more than a few minutes. They would damn near destroy her if she thought about them any longer than that.

These were the thoughts that made her want to kick herself for being so ungenerous and petty and judgemental. To hear those same words, the words she only allowed herself to think in her darkest, most bitter moments, from Penelope's mouth - without blame, without censure - and to know that Zeke has felt it too...there is a burn in Kiara's throat that she knows won't leave for a long, long time.

Oh, no, Nena, a part of Kiara still wants to say, you're a wonderful friend. Those words, constantly at the tip of her tongue whenever Penelope gets into one of her melancholy, self-pitying moods, seem to haunt Kiara again, urging her to keep their friendship the way it is. Unequal. Unbalanced. Practically one-sided. Kiara forever as protector, Penelope forever as protected. It must be better that way.

Hana's words come back to her - a balm to her bruised spirit.

You need to depend on your friends too.

"I may not have been the friend you needed all this time, Kiki," Penelope whispers, "but from today, I promise you I'll really try."

As Kiara does in the rare occasions she finds herself overcome with emotion, she lets out a wavering, watery laugh.

Will Penelope truly change that? She doesn't know yet. But damn does it feel good that she cares enough to try.

All this time, all this guilt and self-blame...for not being the kind of friend most people would insist Penelope needed. All this resentment, because people would certainly think long and hard about what it meant to be literally anyone else's friend and catering to their needs. Olivia's. Penelope's. Even (ugh) Madeleine's.

But not Kiara's. Never Kiara's.

"I don't know how to respond to this yet, Nena. But I need you to know that I appreciate this. Truly."

Putting her daiquiri down, Penelope crushes her in an impulsive hug that almost sends tiny purple droplets of Kiara's drink flying onto her outfit. Neither of them notice.

They part, reluctantly, and spend the rest of their time together drinking in companiable silence as the vibrations from the nightclub's loud music thumps on the floor beneath them. When the tune changes to a slower, more romantic tune, Kiara can't stop herself from taking a peek at the other side of the bar.

Penelope follows her gaze, and smiles when it lands on Hana. "You should go there."

"Hmm?" Kiara murmurs, barely hearing Penelope. Hana and Olivia are still talking, but the vibes feel far more chilly than they seemed to be a few minutes ago. Now Hana is the one slightly smiling, like the cat who got the cream, and Olivia looks surprisingly...pale? Perhaps a little ill?

Definitely not as smug as she seemed when she sauntered her way to Hana's side.

She isn't sure how that came about, but the possibility that Hana may have had something to do with it does fill her with an odd sort of pride. The kind of pride that makes her want to point to Hana in front of a crowd of twenty-plus nobles and announce, as loud as she can, "that's my girlfriend!!"

Penelope giggles so hard she almost snorts her drink out of her nose. "Go get your girl, Kiki."

Kiara stares at Penelope for a minute, then self-consciously runs her palms over her own outfit. "Am I that obvious?"

Penelope is still giggling. "Only right now, and only because I'm literally standing next to you."

Kiara laughs, relieved. This love she shares with Hana will still be her - their - secret. She wants it to stay that way, just a little bit longer.

The strains of the love song currently playing feel a little out of place for this nightclub, but Kiara's feet are almost itching for a slow dance in someone's arms. Head over heels when toe to toe. This is the sound of my soul. By the way Hana is looking at her now - alone at the bar again - Kiara can tell she wants it too.

Penelope places a hand on Kiara's shoulder, taking her leave with a grin and a conspiratorial wink. "Zeke must be looking for me. Have fun, Kiki!" Clearly in a mood for generosity, she kisses Kiara on the cheek before she leaves.

(For a woman who has never slept with, well, anyone before, Hana seems to be quite adept in the art of seduction already. Kiara has to bite the inside of her cheek just to fight the urge to whisk her to her hotel room for the rest of the night)

When she reaches Hana's side, the other woman's gaze moves over her in the most leisurely pace known to man. Slow, sensual, soaked in knowing, promising more than just one dance.

The soles of Kiara's feet tingle just from imagining the possibilities. She knows what they're going to be doing at least an hour (Kiara's being generous - she probably might not even last that long) from now.

"Lady Hana," Kiara says, holding out her hand and inwardly laughing at her own playful formality, "I believe I owe you a dance."

Hana breaks character, laughing delightedly. "A dance would be a good start."

Hana rests her head on Kiara's shoulder, her face nestled close to her collarbone. Her face is nestled close enough to Kiara's collarbone that she could breathe in her perfume if she wanted; she can feel Hana's long, deep inhale reverberate through her own body as she does. As Kiara runs a hand down Hana's back, she begins to sigh in tandem to the music too, drunk on her love for this woman. Ah ah ah haa haa. I know this much is true.

Even with her eyes closed, Kiara can feel the lights - deep purple and sea green - dancing behind her eyelids. The feel of Hana's palm against hers. A whiff of Gucci Bloom that comes and goes - that Kiara registers, instinctively, as the presence of her best friend stealing another dance with her brother. Kiara sighs happily.

Tomorrow might be as hard to live through as yesterday was, as this morning was, as every morning has been since this tour began. But every once in a while, she's gifted with tiny miracles.

This evening - every bit of it - has been a tiny miracle. And if this tour has taught her anything, it's that the tiny miracles are often the most memorable ones.

Almost as if they can both sense a desire to come closer, Hana and Kiara tighten their arms around each other almost imperceptibly.

Kiara smiles, again. Tomorrow may be different. But today...today has been beautiful. Today has been perfect.

This night of miracles does seem to be in any hurry to leave, and she's going to embrace it with both hands.

References:

French 75 - a cocktail made from gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It is also called a 75 Cocktail, or in French simply a Soixante Quinze.

Learn more about Empress Gin gin French 75 here.

The song Hana and Kiara are dancing to at the end is "True" by Spandau Ballet.

A/N1: I hint at a scene that is not part of canon but that will eventually show up at this point of the story when I write it in Petals and Thornes (basically Hana and Olivia talking. I won't be talking about it here, but it will be a major scene from Hana's PoV at this point in the story).

A/N2: Often, when the fandom speaks about the Kiara and Penelope friendship, there tends to be a lot of sympathy for Penelope and criticism for Kiara. But when you take a closer look at canon, the opposite applies. The narrative tends to center this friendship on Penelope alone, with Kiara needing to constantly worry and protect her, and Penelope rarely ever showing the same regard or concern for Kiara. It's a grossly imbalanced friendship, and I did want some acknowledgement of that.

A big thank you to @thecapturedafrique for suggesting this title 😁😁

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yeonmuse · 11 months ago

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BUTTON EYES

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | All Chapters

PAIRING | OT8, MC SEONGHWA

WORDS| 1.4K

GENRE | Coraline au, angst, suspense,

SUMMARY | What happens when Seonghwa returns to the home he was once fond of as a child? This time around making his return as a full adult with the company of friends. Nightmares and old friends return and the button eyes that Seonghwa desperately escaped as a child have returned to haunt he and his friends.

WARNING | Graphic descriptions, mentions of death, ghost children, witchcraft, grsphic nightmares, arson, lost memories

MORE | Based on the childrens novel & Henry Selick film Coraline

Before i go any further i want it to be known i am in no way claiming Coraline as my own. I wrote a concept for a part 2 or spinoff long ago and I just felt that it was time to finally put it to use. I do not own Ateez or any Coraline named Characters in this story but the Storyline is indeed a self made one.

The sun had fully risen when all of them decided to leave the house, all except jongho who decided he'd stay back and search for any evidence of Hongjoongs story having been true. The rest of them had made their way down the old dirt trail making their way to San and Wooyoungs home where they lived with both of their Grandmothers. As soon as they stepped inside they were all met with barking dogs jumping up and down at their feet.

"Hey hey no April they're going crazy again.'' a wavy haired woman that wore glasses frantically moved around trying to calm the dogs

"Well gather them all and let them out back Miriam.'' a curly haired woman responds leaving all eyes to shoot back and forth between the two sisiters that were frantically moving about the place.

"Grandma.'' Wooyoung was the first to say something, now gaining the attention on him as the wavy haired woman Seonghwa now knew to be Miriam shooed all of the dogs out back.

"Woo my precious boy you're home.'' she immediately moved over to him and took his face into her hands earning a high pitched cackle from the latter.

"Miriam.'' The curly haired sister's eyes had fallen upon Seonghwa; it took a minute for April to pry her sisters gaze away from her grandson and when she finally didi look up at the others and spotted Seonghwa her and her sister both shared a look.

"You're here a lot sooner than we've been expecting Seonghwa.'' the two of them looked at Hongjoong who sheepishly hid behind San.

"Have a seat.'' Mrs. April spoke, signalling for all of them to have a seat somewhere rather than just Seonghwa.

"Grandma we.'' Sans grandma immediately cut him off already knowing all of their reason for having come there.

"You're here because of her right? The woman from your memories?'' Although shocked and confused as to how they could have possibly known this Seonghwa simply nods his head.

"Miriam the candies.'' At that Miriam stood before disappearing into what Seonghwa assumed was the kitchen.

"You weren't supposed to be here this early, if you're here now that means either she's working quickly or the spirits are becoming restless.'' April spoke.

"Spirits?'' Wooyoungs eyes widened immediately, he hated it, he hated the idea of their existence.

"Hush wooyoung.'' his aunt shushed him, earning a pout from him as he crossed his arms and sat back in his seat. It was then that his own grandma returned to the room with a candy dish in hand.

"Oo.'' San reached his hand out to steal a piece earning a slap on the hand from his aunt, now both boys sat there arms crossed with a pout on their faces, yup they were sure to be cousins the way they acted exactly alike.

"This is for Seonghwa.'' Seonghwas brows creased immediately.

"Ah- I don't mean to be rude but..how is old candy going to help me?'' he questions earning a shake of the head from Miriam.

"Don't worry you won't be eating it..you'll drink it.'' This answer wasn't exactly what seonghwa was looking for so he simply sat there confused as he watched Miriam grind the candy into dust before slipping it into a cup of tea. She then slides it over to seonghwa and watched as he took the cup into his hands.

"Drink.'' was all that she said

"Hello? Guys? Mrs. Forcible?? Anyone?'' Seonghwa found himself back in the manor, but something about it felt different; it seemed newer, less gloomy. Suddenly he heard the sound of a childs voice and he followed it, this led him out to the backyard where he spotted his younger self being given the necklace by hongjoong. Suddenly the scene faded and he was now looking at his younger self slipping through a little door and down into the rainbow room which had now been familiar to him because of his dream. He watched as little Seonghwa stared around in awe all before a slender woman in a red and purple dress entered the room startling both hima and his younger self. The woman greeted Seonghwa who was all too excited about the room he had discovered.

'You can stay here if you want, put it'll be our little secret little one.'

Once again the scene disappeared and seonghwa was brought to another scene where seonghwa sat stuffing his face with sweets and the woman watched with and inhumane glint in her eyes. As more and more memories flashed before him Seonghwa began to look sicker and sicker. It now cut to a memory of him in the hallway with the cat.

'Why would you jump on her? Mommy will be mad at me for having brought a pet, she doesn't like them.' little seonghwa spoke with a pout on his face.

This scene cut in a flash and seonghwa as now in the colorful room once more, this memory in particular being the most recent familiar to him since he had just dreamt it.

As it happened in the dream the colorful walls faded to stone cold cellarlike walls, the toys and sweets all disappeared and seonghwa watched as hiis little self hid beneath the stairwell.

"Hwa you've come back for mommy"

"Why are you hiding from me dear your father was only playing, how playful he can be when he wants to.'' something about her voice changed from the previous memories, it was almost sinister.

"Sometimes, well sometimes we adults change when we're...Hungry.'' it was then that little Seonghwa took the opportunity to run up the stairs, her yelling and cries could be heard in the distance as he continued to run.

'Seonghwa get back here'

'Seonghwa don't leave mommy' they became more desperate

'Seonghwa mommy will die without you'

'Ill die'

But Seonghwa didnt care; he kept running and running until he found himself in the familiar foyer of his grandma's house. As he always had he had gotten out safely but this time he had forgotten something. He forgot to lock the door. He forgot to open the door and there was nothing protecting the house from her having gotten out since the clueless boy had swiped away the salt that aligned the crack of the door.

She got out....and as the boy made his way through the dark woods to rid of the necklace that had burdened him, she had found him and not only was she still hungry but she was angry.

Seonghwa woke up with a cough and a heave, finding that he was laying on the couch in the living room of Mrs. Forcible and Mrs. Spink, only now he remembered everything.

"Grandma, he's awake.'' Wooyoung immediately yells startling a few of the boys with his loudness.

"How long was i out?'' Yunho took a look at his watch before looking back at seonghwa.

"At least fifteen minutes, the tea knocked you out cold.'' The sisters both entered the room, Mrs. Forcible having a book in her hand.

"It wasn't tea, they were his memories.'' Mrs. Spink spoke before taking a seat back on the couch.

"His what now..'' Mingi was the most confused of all of them.

"How are you feeling Hwa? What can you recall?'' Mrs. Spink placed her hand on his forehead making sure that the drink had done his job without having made him sick.

"I- I remember everything. The woman..who is she?'' Seonghwa asks, the sisters nod to one another before placing the book down on the table.

"Her name was Cordelia Deirdre, she was once a beautiful woman...well known by those in the town..she once owned the land that the estate including the manor now stands. The woman was always happy, greeting the town and helping any of those in need. She had no children of her own but she always treated the children in town with love and care, but it wasn't enough for her she wanted children of her own. The woman had made a deal with the devil, one malicious and evil deal that no one had been aware of but her. She was willing to do whatever she needed to if it meant she would finally have a family of her own but her acts were horrible....full of malice. In order to be graced with the gift of having her own child the devil made a promise to her that if he delivered to him three children and sacrificed them he would grace her with the ability to birth a child. She would lure the children to her home knowing that they trusted her and stuff them with all the food their heart desired. In order to fulfill her quest she would need to eat the heart of the third child and it would bless her with fertility. She was only able to take one child before the town became aware of what she had done. They deemed her a witch and that night they made the decision to hang her but before they could she cursed her land, said she had unfinished business and then killing her wouldn't stop her from fulfilling it. After they hung her they prepared to burn her body but the fire spread....spread from the town square like a wildfire. They were able to stop it from burning down the entire town but...unfortunately them burning her didn't stop what would come after because she had already cursed her land.''

"The old town fire, the one hongjoong was telling us about.'' Yunho spoke up earning a nod from Mrs. Spink

"Everyone believed that it was over that the children were safe and the threat was gone...until the second child went missing in the 1900s...Hongjoongs aunt.'' All eyes shot to Hongjoong and he too was stunned at the fact that was now being told to him.

"Your grandmother..she had a sister right?" at her words Hongjoong simply nodded.

"Althenea was her name, she found the old belongings of cordelia, an old necklace that belonged to her when she lived a long time ago now of course i don't know the details of what happened to her all i know are the newspaper reports and old article there are about her having gone missing in the old library. For years they called your grandmother crazy, made her thing she didn't know what she had been talking about when she spoke of 'the woman in black' but the entire town was well aware of who she spoke of, they chose to bury their past.''

"So how does seonghwa tie into all of this?'' Yeosang was the only person to ask.

"Seonghwa..well Seonghwa was the one that got away, the one she couldn't quite lure. When Hongjoong found that necklace it opened the floodgates once more and as soon as seonghwa came in contact with it she could sense him. He was what she needed, the final child that would lead to her getting everything that he'd desire but she didn't factor in Seonghwas friendship with Hongjoong or his true family. She offered Seonghwa to stay correct?'' The sister asks Hwa , earning a nod from him.

"Seonghwa rejected his offer because of his family, because of his friendship with hongjoong. And the simple fact that he wasn't all too sure he trusted her. SEonghw had gone to Bobinsky a few times thinking he was just an old mice man that imagined his mice talked and sang and danced when in reality he had been given many warnings from both he and us...warnings to steer clear of the little door but of course we had gotten to him too late, or so we thought. Although he was late, Seonghwa had taken our warnings into consideration when the woman spoke of keeping him there forever, of him always being with her. But seonghwa got away, he got away and she grew desperate. When Seonghwa escaped he had broken the seal on the door without even having known. He went to get rid of the door key, to get rid of the necklace but she had found him and made it hard for him until hongjoong appeared and helped him. You were supposed to be her last, you were the very thing she needed but then your parents showed up and asked us to clear your mind of any memory of the place, your father seemed almost desperate for us to. You left that day and it left her alone..Hongjoong had never gone to the house since then and when he had he always steered clear of the door. You've returned and though you are no longer a child you were the last child she had come in contact with. She's been waiting.''

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starlightandetherealshadows · 2 years ago

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Please give us the ROs playing monopoly scenario 🙏

Ah, it is war you seek.

So MC can either be super chill about it, a menace, or somewhere in the middle. So I’ll focus on the RO (and V)

Delphine would be the one to suggest playing, because she wants to do some group bonding. Zero immediately groans under their breath. They like board games, but they know V, and they know V will flip the table and cuss out everyone and their mothers over these fake properties.

C is excited because they are a total cheater in monopoly. Under the table deals (usually with V) stealing money from the bank, adding extra houses when no one is watching. Luckily, their cheating abilities leave much to be desired.

V takes the game very seriously as they have their lil power complex. They talk mad shit during the game and also try to make deals that extend outside said game. “Trade with me and I’ll do your chores for 3 days.”

X is a bit overwhelmed with the game at the start because SOME PEOPLE take it so seriously, and others CHEAT, but once X gets the hang of it, they become determined to win. They banter with V and try to make deals with C that are a bit unserious

A tries to pretend they don’t care about winning but they totally do. They get so annoyed when they land on other people’s property, especially when C, V, and X all make buzzer noises in unison. Delphine cackles with laughter, and even Zero giggles a bit with how A is seething lowkey.

Zero has unfairly good luck with dice rolls and everyone is mad about it (Zero tries and fails to not be smug). At one point, they say to X, “you should roll snake eyes next” and lo and behold, that’s what X rolls and they lose their mind “FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU BROODING HUMAN! YOU WILL FALL” and the whole room makes that same buzzer sound to signal X’s downfall.

Delphine focuses less on accumulating a ton of properties, and more on building up the ones she does have. So once you get into her territory, you’re one bad roll away from bankruptcy. She’s the one that’s given the job of a banker, but don’t tell anyone that she slides C a few bills, they have an alliance going on!

So as you can see, it is a BLAST but also an absolute mess.

#ask: answered #memento mori

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firstdegreefangirl · 2 years ago

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September 2023 Reading Wrap-Up

Total books read: 87

Total pages read: 2,826

Days read: 26/30

Average star rating: 4.31/5

Challenge Prompts Filled: 14 in July; 99 total. Popsugar: 3(31)/50. Romanceopoly: 6 (30)/39. CRAD: 1(9)/12. BTBL: 4(29)/52

In the Weeds by B.K. Borison ⭐⭐⭐⭐(¾) I know what they say about “don’t judge a book by its cover,” but I’m also proud to admit that I regularly pick up books just because the covers are eye-catching. That was the case here, and it ABSOLUTELY paid off. The *only* thing I somehow missed – and this was absolutely, 100 percent user error – was that it’s the third book in a series. It worked well as a standalone, but I could feel a couple places where my prior knowledge was lacking. That said, I’m ABSOLUTELY planning to go back and get the rest of the series, because this was FANTASTIC. It’s all the best parts of Hallmark movies (small towns, big city exec learning to slow down, you know the routine) with the fun bonus of unlikely animal friends. Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – Farmers Market/MC is a farmer or rancher or cowboy;

The Last Word by Katy Birchall ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I love a good journalism romance. And let me tell you, this was a GOOD journalism romance. Cute, fluffy, laugh out loud funny, the whole nine yards. I grabbed this copy on a library run, but it was good enough that I might have to add it to my shelf sometime soon. The best books get me funny looks from guests when I’m cackling to myself at the front desk, and there are definitely some people questioning my sanity over this one. Hands down, will likely read again. Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – The Office/The characters meet at work

The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½) I read this one on a recommendation from @sgtbradfords and it lived up to every work of her hype! Christina Lauren books are always feel-good and funny, we know I love annoyances-to-lovers, AND we got to watch adults have actual, real conversations about their feelings? What’s not to love? (Other than the very last chapter/epilogue, which just isn’t in my favorite style for a book to end.) There are shenanigans and complications all around, handled perfectly to create something wildly entertaining and attention-grabbing from the very first page. This would be a perfect travel read, but it was excellent from the comfort of my daily routine too. Prompts filled: BTBL – Giving an author a second chance; Popsugar – A book your friend recommended; Romanceopoly – A book that has been recommended to you

The Librarian and the Spy by Susan Mann ⭐⭐⭐⭐(¼) After reading this, I’ve got books to buy. Apparently it’s the first in a trilogy, which is SUCH GOOD NEWS, because I’m not done loving these characters, OR this universe, just yet. Usually, I don’t go so much for the mystery/intrigue books, but I’d picked this up at a library book sale somewhere along the way, and it caught my eye on my shelf so I brought it along for a couple overnight shifts. Mann perfectly balanced the mystery and the romance, delivering a spy/librarian fake relationship that slid into the best cliffhanger ending I’ve read in a long while. When I finished the last page, the story felt complete and tied down, but I was also DESPERATELY wishing that Amazon would do 20-minute delivery at 4 a.m. so I could jump right in on the next installment. Prompts filled: BTBL – The heist plot tho; Romanceopoly – book with a clench cover

The Switch by Beth O’Leary ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½) If I’m honest, I probably wouldn’t have picked this book up from a shelf on my own. But I signed up for monthly “experience bags” at the local library, where they take my questionnaire answers and set aside books they think I’ll like and this was in the first bundle I got to pick up. It’s … also the book I’ve tried to foist upon the most people this month, without a doubt. The premise (grandmother and granddaughter switch lives for six weeks) is unlike anything I’ve ever read before, and it was FANTASTIC. I laughed, I cried, I bashed my head against the pages when people wouldn’t just talk to each other. It’s equal parts women’s fiction (where they wouldn’t freaking communicate, in the wake of unspeakable family tragedy) and romance (where I saw the BEST conversations about feelings and boundaries that I think I’ve EVER read), with a delightfully happy ending. Prompts filled: None

You and Me on Vacation by Emily Henry ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I’ve been meaning to get around to this one for ages. No idea why I put it off for this long, but I’m SO glad I made time for it now. I won’t be surprised if this lands in my Top 10 at the end of the year. But before we get into that, let’s talk titles. Y’all might’ve seen this one as The People We Meet on Vacation, and I see where they were going with that for US bookstores. That said, I specially ordered my copy from the UK (RIP Book Depository) because I liked the British cover design and title better. I just think this title fits the plotline better – we're not meeting anyone on vacation; the MCs have known each other for years. Yeah, sure, it’s about the versions of themselves that they become, but it’s my home library and this is the version of it I wanted to keep. Now, for the actual story. I read this one, as I do many books, working overnight shifts. A few pages in, my trainee commented that I’ve got different books every day, surprised that I read as quickly as I do. I told her it’s easy for me to read this much when the books are this good, and filled her in on the basics of the plot. Annnnnnd … had to give her updates every so often until I finished the book. She's not a big reader, but the story was engaging enough that she badly wanted to know if these hooligans worked themselves out by the last page (spoiler alert: they do). I love it, I love it, I love it, I can’t wait to work my way through the author’s other books, and probably read this one a dozen or so times more. Prompts filled: BTBL – It's a trope! (your favorite); Popsugar – A book you wish you could read for the first time again; Romanceopoly – BFF's House/Friends to lovers romance

Life at Hamilton by Mike Anthony ⭐⭐(½) I wanted to like this one. I REALLY wanted to like this one. And it was … fine? I guess? I dunno. Maybe I had too clear a vision of what I was expecting, but I was ready for this to be a behind-the-scenes look at working FOH in a Broadway theatre. I love musicals, I love memoirs, this should have been perfect. Instead, it was … mostly a lot of name dropping. Also, politics. Which isn’t necessarily something that keeps me from reading a book – hell, I seek out political books somewhat frequently – but it wasn’t what I was looking for here. We get it, everybody and their brother has seen Hamilton, and that includes famous people; good, bad or otherwise. There were some cute moments, but not really enough to make the rest of it worth it, in my opinion. Prompts filled: CRAD – Turn to page 50, one of those words is in the title; BTBL – All about music or the arts

The Baby-Whisperer and the Brute by Tru Taylor ⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Stuff Your Kindle freebie! After DNF-ing a thriller 20 pages in, I needed something that was sure to be cute and fluffy. This was almost exactly perfect, except for my pretty standard issue with characters having problems that could be solved with one (1) honest conversation, instead of running away as a plot device. They figured it out in the end, though, and with a lovely lead-in to the next book in the series. The girls were written to actually feel like the ages they are – no small feat in writing, sometimes – and I loved watching Sully embracing the harder parts of parenthood, willing to put his daughters’ wellbeing ahead of his own, even when he didn’t know quite how to do that. Angelina was truly a perfect match for his little family, once the two of them learned to use their words and talk things out. Prompts filled: Popsugar – A book based on a popular movie; Romanceopoly – Passion Place/slow burn or instant heat

#books #bookblr #katie reads #kr23

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hausofmamadas · 2 years ago

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nine people i’d like to know better

Oh yaaaaaas, I love these and thank you for thinking of me!! Because lowkey ngl, if @proceduralpassion hadn’t tagged me, she would’ve been on my tag list sksjsksk (Also, big yes to a Miss-Jackson-If-Ur-Nasty Moment. We humbly stan)

last song: Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead has been abused, on repeat, because it’s going to be the song for my next video and I always go thru a period of being painfully mentally ill with the song inspo before starting the vid sksks like I need to live and marinate in it for some strange reason??? Part of the #process, I guess ???

favorite color: red

currently (re)watching: White Lotus it just seemed right. Plus, I haven’t seen S1 in a hot minute. Also Impractical Jokers has been on religiously for background noise when I’m working or doing other stuff around the house bc I live alone and am allergic to silence

last movie/show: finally got around to seeing The Barbie Movie, Birds of Prey, and The (New) Suicide Squad i.e. the not!shitty one with Idris Elba and now I’m fucking sick over Rick Flag and Harley and it’s fine, the big thing that happens at the end did not upset me in the slightest except that it ruined everything The intent wasn’t exactly to go nuts with the Margot Robbie content but Amazon kept suggesting Margot Robbie things after Barbie sksks so I rolled with it

spicy/savory/sweet: god, spicy is a close second but you know I am a sucker for that sweet, dessert goodness, imean

current obsession: Interview with a Vampire and Hannibal bc the relationship dynamics between the two shows are so fuckin similar and *steeples fingers and cackles maniacally* I’m in the middle of gathering the raw footage for the Hannigram video I have planned

last thing you googled: the last thing I gave a Goog was “renaissance paintings of vampires” for Exchange Reasons that I cannot go into too much detail about bc they haven’t been revealed yet skskskw but that’s honestly such a Tame And Respectable search from me no really, like if you could see my browser history, I am for sure on some NSA list somewhere, at least one SKSKS

No pressure tags: @drabbles-mc, @narcolini, @cositapreciosa, @garbinge, @artemiseamoon, @tofuwildcard, @axreliono, @flightlessangelwings, @ladyrindt, @ethereal-am

nine people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @ravensfreckles thanks love 🥰

last song: all for you by janet jackson

favorite color: green

currently watching: #blackaf lol this show came out in the pandemic and i just never watched it but i wanted to watch something with rashida jones in it after binging parks and rec clips on youtube

last movie/show: a cowgirl's song. idk i was looking for something hallmarkesque and it fit the bill for the moment

spicy/savory/sweet: SPICE me up Scotty 🌶️

current obsession: i binged the chestnut springs series this weekend and YEEFUCKINGHAW 🤠

last thing you googled: "antiarrhythmic drugs mnemonic" baby girl's in med school and needs to know her cardio drugs

tagging: @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @etherealnoir @sharpayandryan @bradshawsbaby @when-did-this-become-difficult @drabbles-mc @dahnrana

#tag games #fandom friends #internet friends #tag your it

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oh my~ just a simple and cliche question, how would the RO's react to a super charismatic MC ruthlessly flirting with someone in a bar while sitting next to them, unaware (or even better if they're doing it intentionally to make them jealous) EVEN better if they're still in the crushing / or full on relationship stage (your wish ;)) and have conflicting feelings about this whole thing. may or may end up in a make out session later (you can definitely finish it off at the 'and then they ended up on the bed' scene knowing that you're not comfortable with stuff like these :)) *imagines Luka just facepalming himself over the whole casanova MC ordeal while Jackal just guffaws unapologetically as the two of them watch them from afar in a not-so-secret car* *cackles along with Jackal* i have a feeling we can be besties about several 'things"...

I’ll assume that MC and the ROs are already in a relationship and that MC is doing this flirting in the spirit of lighthearted teasing for the ROs 😆 Oh, and also, the setting is in some exclusive or high-class lounge or something 😂

And don’t worry, I’m not that bothered with spicy stuff, and I’m already planning to start writing this month’s explicit spicy side story anyway, so maybe this will be a good warmup 😳

I’ll put the answers under the cut for suggestive content. Also the answers ended up being way longer than I first expected.

Ash

Ash has been gritting their teeth ever since you started striking a not-so-innocent conversation with the person beside you. Their jaws are sore from clenching them so hard and they have to take a deep swig of the drink in their hand to loosen the pressure.

They slam the bottle hard onto the counter as the drink burns down their throat, but they barely even notice, much less care, about it. They hear the person giggles bashfully at something you said to them.

Ash’s head snaps in the poor person’s direction and they glare down at them, lips pulled up slightly in half-sneer and half-snarl. The person’s smile falls for a second before returning back on their pretty face, but a lot strained.

You can’t help but smirk wider as you feel waves of heat coming off from behind you. You may not be able to see Ash’s expression, but you’ve spent almost your entire life with them and it’s really easy to picture their face right now.

You gotta admit that the person before you is brave enough to still even be standing here for ten minutes now. Most would’ve ran away in the first five minutes. You wonder how long until Ash decides that they’ve had enough.

Well, it seems you won’t have to wonder for long because Ash steps in between you and the person, staring them down for a few seconds before taking your hand in theirs and drag you away to somewhere more private and secluded.

Despite their prickly and abrasive demeanour, they are actually pretty soft and gentle and eager to please you in the bedroom most of the time. But sometimes… there are things that can trigger their more dominant side. And one of those is to act like a brat; it never fails to fire them up, no pun intended, of course.

Pinning you to the wall, they clash their mouth against yours hungrily and you can feel the rising heat of their body. The passionate make-out session lasts for what feels like forever and without giving you a moment of respite, Ash pulls your head back as their hot mouth trail down your jaws to the tender flesh of your neck and starts sucking hard and biting in several spots. They want everyone to know that you are theirs.

Rin

Rin stares at the mirrored wall in front of them impassively as they see you flirting with the person sitting beside you through the reflection. They hear the person giggle coyly at what you just whispered in their ears and they almost scoff out loud, but they hold it back and roll their eyes instead.

They bet it’s something you’ve said to all of the people you’ve flirted with before. They’re not really bothered though. The two of you have often played this game of testing patience and Rin is a very patient person.

Soon enough, you’re the one who grows bored of your own little game. Leaving the conversation, you turn to face them instead, eyebrow cocked in amusement at Rin’s calm demeanour.

And why would they not be calm? They know that they already win, like always; they don’t even need to use their precognition to foresee that. “What?” They ask you, sending you a nonplussed stare.

“Wanna do something naughty? They have a private VIP room upstairs.” You grin charmingly, leaning back on your elbows against the counter and sipping on your drink.

“No,” they say firmly before leaning close to you, whispering, “You’ve been very naughty tonight.” You feel a shiver runs down your spine and growing heat pooling down there.

That doesn’t seem to escape their notice—not a lot of things do—and they smirk. You feel their hand settling on your thigh, fingers lightly tracing and rubbing. You turn to their direction and step closer.

Their smirk grows sharper as their hand trails upwards, higher and your excitement grows, but then it stops just before it reaches where you want it to be. “Let’s get out of here, please,” you whine quietly.

“Nope. I’m still not done drinking,” Rin says before sipping on their drink again. But they move their hand to your torso area and starts their torturous teasing again; you can’t help but take in a sharp breath.

This is just the beginning of your punishment, of course. Once the two of you get home, they’ll have you begging for sweet release the entire night.

Santana

Santana sighs softly, closing their eyes as they bring their drink to their lips. Savouring the taste, they try to ignore the naughty conversation you’re having with the poor person that’s sitting beside you.

They are aware that you’re doing this to rile them up—undoubtedly for something dirty tonight—and not for anything malicious. Despite your flirtatious disposition, they trust that you would never cheat on them and that their relationship with you is rock solid.

For the next few minutes, they focus on their drink and just relaxing from a week of work. They don’t even realize that you have stopped flirting and turned to face them. They glance at you questioningly.

You pout. “You’re no fun,” you complain softly.

Santana chuckles as they set down their empty glass on the counter. They take a step towards you and pulls you closer to them. Leaning in, they whisper heatedly in your ears, “If you want me to fuck you hard tonight, you should’ve just asked.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel their warm breath on your ears, but it is their words that makes you hot all over. They smirk at your reaction before continuing, “I don’t have work tomorrow. So… we’ll be able to go all night long if you want to.” They wink.

You just nod dumbly and they beam as they take your hand in theirs and drag you towards the exit to where your car is parked.

Skylar

Skylar grins sharply as they look at you flirting with the person beside you. They gotta begrudgingly admit that you’re good, and enhanced with your pretty face, they can’t even blame the poor person for falling and being entranced.

They glance around the exclusive lounge; there is not really a shortage of attractive people around here. They’re contemplating on whether to give you a taste of your own medicine by flirting with other people.

But at the end, they decide to intervene and sweep you off your feet instead. They know you’re not really serious with that person and that you’re only teasing them, but still, they can’t help but wanting your attention back on them.

Embracing you from behind, they say, “Have had your fun, yet, baby?” They glance at the person, who’s staring wide-eyes, before grinning wider. “Or maybe this cutie would like to join us tonight?”

They open and then close their mouth, cheeks flushing bright red. You sigh and shake your head exasperatedly, but your lips are pulled up in a smile. “Sorry, will you excuse us?” You smile charmingly at them.

They nod their head before turning around and walk away silently. Immediately, Skylar pulls you in even closer to them until you can feel their body flush against yours.

They nuzzle the nape of your neck and whisper, “You’ve been very naughty tonight, haven’t you?” You shiver in their arms. “If you’re looking for a good time, I’ll gladly show you one right now.”

You nod quietly and they waste no time pulling you towards the stair to the second floor. No one stops you and one of the bouncers even nod at Skylar. They pull you into the first VIP room. It’s luxurious and the far wall is a full panoramic window to the floor below. You guess it’s a one-way window because if it isn’t, then it kinda defeats the purpose of the room.

Skylar wastes no time pinning you face first to the window and begins undressing you. Their hands roam all over as they pepper kisses on your neck. You know that the window is one-way, but seeing all those people milling around clearly while you are barely clothed up here… You won’t lie, it excites you and you know this kind of thing also turns on Skylar.

Luka & Jackal

Luka sighs as he watches his nephew/niece/nibling flits around the bar and dance floor area, flirting and charming yet another person. But still, he can’t help but smile bittersweetly as he’s reminded of his younger years, watching his big brother doing the same thing in parties.

“Damn, your nephew/niece/nibling is smooth as fuck,” Jackal snickers beside him. Luka grunts, leaning forward to reach for his drink on the low but expansive marble table before downing it.

However, Jackal’s snickering dies down quick as a young lady stops in front of them, looking down at Luka with clear lust in her eyes and smiling coyly.

“Hey, handsome. Looking for a fun time tonight?” she says, words slurring against each other.

“No. Please go away,” Luka says gruffly.

This is the third time someone approaches his boyfriend, trying to flirt with him as if he’s not sitting right there beside him. The previous two quickly got the message as he glares at them combined with Luka’s stern rebuff.

But it seems this lady has had too much drink because she still doesn’t get the message. “C’mon… Just one night. No strings attached or anything,” she giggles.

Jackal grits his teeth and snarls behind his face mask. If looks could kill, she would’ve dropped dead way before she could even call his boyfriend ‘handsome’.

Instead, he reaches out to the blood coursing through her veins and grips it tightly under his control. Manipulating her blood, he forces her legs to walk away, her movements are jerky like a puppet, but to outsiders, she looks like another drunk.

“Whoa! What’s happening? I can’t control my legs!” she exclaims, slurring her words. No one pays her any attention.

After she’s far away, Jackal lets go; puppeteering people takes quite a lot of effort, but it’s the only alternative he could think of that doesn’t involve him pouncing on her.

He’s usually not a guy who loves to do PDA, but he has had enough of people approaching his boyfriend for the night. He scoots closer to Luka on the plush sofa before getting on top of his lap.

Luka looks surprised. “Tyoma?” But still, he leans back to give his boyfriend space.

Jackal leans in and pulls down his mask before starting to kiss and nibble on his boyfriend’s neck. He bites down hard enough to break the skin and Luka inhales sharply above him. He sucks a bit on the small trickle of blood before lapping the little wound closed lovingly, satisfied by the quiet moan from his boyfriend.

“Luka, I wanna do it now,” he whines softly against his boyfriend’s throat.

“B—But, we are not at home right now—”

“I don’t care. We can just do it in your car.” It’d be far from the first time the two of them have done it in a car.

Luka sighs. “How about somewhere more comfortable, like the upstairs VIP lounge room. Are you sure you can’t wait until we get home though?”

“Nope. Let’s go up then!” He gets off Luka’s lap and pulls him up on his feet.

#asks #if: vendetta #drabble #vendetta spice #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: luka #char: jackal #full cast ros #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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