#Butler Felix au

[kiankiwi]

Guys, I'm imagining Jacob (or Felix and Juliet)'s daughter having a big Toy Story phase.. (I'm currently on TikTok and everywhere I go I hear Tom Hanks either as the Colonel or Woody) And Felix or Jacob starts quoting woody over and over and over all the time because baby girl wants to watch it CONSTANTLY

Gosh I love Tom Hanks so much

(In one interview Austin was talking about being costars with Tom in Elvis 2022 and he was saying "You could hear him [Tom] in his dressing room laughing and I was like 'That's Woody! That's Woody!'"

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[10.50]

― pairing : Han Jisung x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 3.752 ― notes : my kinks got worse since the last time you saw me

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jisung was so rich it was almost unbelievable. His father owned the majority of the shops and diners in the town you lived in, resulting in him living in a huge mansion with a lot of butlers and maids. Jisung also threw the best parties, had a convertible comfortable car and always had the best weed.

At least, this is what your best friend always said; since all you did was steal longing glances at him from afar, hoping that he’d somehow – magically, take the hint.

«You should come to one of his parties sometimes. I could also introduce to the others Stray Kids!» she said, fixing her lipstick. «Who knows, maybe you’ll finally listen to me and become a Pink.»

You giggled, gently nudged your shoulder against hers. «As if!»

«Oh, come on!» she affectionately linked your arms together. «You and me, Pink Ladies! Can you imagine the fun we’d have?»

«Maybe in our next life. There’s no way I’m going back being a Pink.» you sighed, smiling at her as you reminisced your actions of focusing on your cheeseburger. «I’ve tried that, and I definitely didn’t like it.» you mumbled, before taking a big bite on your food. Few years earlier, you have been the Pink Lady of another boy in another group, even before Stray Kids became popular.

Long story short? Many - too many, tears wasted on someone who was definitely not worth it. You friends quickly re-adjusted her position on the red leather couch as you both heard the bells of the Frosty Palace’s entrance door ring loudly.

“Talk about the Devil…” You thought as your friend waved at Stray Kids, which waved back with loud greetings before heading towards their usual sitting spot.

You both finished your dinner quietly; going back talking about school and you could not help but once again steal some quick glances to the boys’ table. Jisung had always caught your attention, but you did not want to fuel the fire in your friend’s soul, otherwise she would never stop rambling about them. Sometimes, your stealth glances at Jisung would be reciprocated, and each time your eyes met, you would quickly advert your gaze with cheeks flaming red.

A soft tap on your shoulder caught your attention, and you turned your head to meet your friend’s knowingly smile, her grin erupting around the straw of her milkshake as she softly nudged your thigh with her knee.

«Become a Pink,» she whispered again «I could set you up with Seungmin, he’s tall and-» her speech was interrupted by a waiter which placed a tall glass of strawberry milkshake right in front of you. Milkshake you definitely did not order, since you already bought yourself to drink earlier.

«I believe there must be a mistake…» you shyly told the waiter «I didn’t order for this.»

The waiter politely smiled at you, before shaking his head «Han paid for you.» you furrowed your brows in confusion while you friend shrieked next to you, quickly grabbing your forearm, and the waiter pointed towards the counter with a nod.

Jisung was staring at you, partially leaning against the counter with a smug smile plastered on his face. You were sure you blushed as soon as your eyes met; main reason why you immediately averted your gaze as quickly as you have been burned by a wild flame.

«She’ll take it. Thank you so much. And also, say thank you to Jisung on her behalf.» your friend quickly answered before you could even process your thoughts and try to answer him that “No, thank you”, and the waiter quickly returned to his ministrations without sparing the both of you another glance.

«Han Jisung offered you a drink.» your friend’s voice was somewhere in between an excited shriek and a whisper-yell, her hand still firmly gripping on your arm.

«It’s… It’s a milkshake.» you clarified, trying to avoid looking in the general direction of the counter, even if you could still feel Jisung’s piercing stare on your skin.

«I don’t think you get the point.» she ignored your answer, «Han Jisung never buys girls anything.»

This random and unusual gesture turned into a definitive habit. Days turned into weeks, Jisung would sometimes offer you to drink, sometimes directly pay for your dinner and leaving you a confused, flustered and blushing mess anytime the cashier would say «Han already paid for you.»

Eventually, both your best friend and the rest of Stray Kids got tired about the two of you silently longing at each other from a safe distance, and you found yourself sitting with them.

Hanging around with them was fun; you had to admit your best friend was right. They all looked so incredibly badass but once you got to know them, you realized that they were also so incredibly dumb and funny. You honestly enjoyed hanging out with them.

You and Jisung got closer, becoming those kind of friends acting shy around each other because they are too dumb to make the first move. Jisung was a total sweetheart, despite his looks, and him being so naturally loud and funny but also a genuine listener made your crush for him steady grow each passing day. Jisung also never stopped treating you, despite you telling that it was okay, you could pay for yourself but he would just smile and shrug it off.

You did not exactly mind that, you found that new routine quite relaxing. The thought of confessing your feelings to Jisung sometimes came to your mind and wandered there for quite few time, but eventually, you settled for not making a fool of yourself, since no matter all the times he referred to you as “the girl I have a crush on”, you still feared rejection.

«You should definitely come to Jisung’s party, tonight.» you friend told you, bursting into your house. «And by “you should”, I mean, “I’m going to dress you up and drag you there, if I have to”»

Something you had witnessed along your long years of friendship was: your friend did not lie. She did not drag you to the party, but she convinced you to. You spent the first part of the night enjoying the chill night breeze while sitting on the couches of the house’s veranda, a blue plastic cup filled with punch and slowly swaying to the rhythm of the slow songs played by Jisung’s jukebox. Someone plopped on the couch right next to you, a familiar and pleasing whiff of cologne invading your senses.

«There you are, angel.» a deep voice said, «I thought you’d never come.» you could feel the fact that Jisung was smiling, even if you weren’t looking at him, yet.

«My friend dragged me here.» you stated, taking a small sip from your drink.

«Oh, so you didn’t come here to see me?» his voice was filled with disappointment, as he playfully lifted his hand on his heart and pretending to be deeply hurt. You deduced to be already intoxicated by the alcohol because you giggled at him, turning around to finally look him in the eyes.

Jisung was handsome, he had always been, but there was something about him being so close to you that made him look even more breath taking. His hair was neatly styled, his black leather jacket draped around his shoulders and the white shirt he was wearing was so dangerously low cut that you could see his sharp collarbones. You were just about to take notice about how his cologne was so good when you snapped out of your small trance to see him looking at you with his stupid smug smirk and a pleased expression.

“I should really learn how to be subtle,” you thought quickly, quietly sipping from your cup to distract yourself – and having an excuse to look away from his enchanting bronze skin.

«I see my crush is required, then.» Jisung reached out to mumble right against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitched for a moment, and you turned around to look at him, your noses almost touching.

«And in what parallel universe,» you took a small pause, licking your lips and noticing him following the movement of your tongue. «Could Han Jisung have a crush on me?» you held his gaze, somehow hoping for him to close the distance between the two of you.

«This one! Science sure works fast these days.» Jisung answered with a sweet smile, before leaning back and getting up from the couch. You looked at him, hoping that he would not notice how dumbfounded you were by his sudden actions as he stood in front of you, offering you a hand. «Come on,» Jisung nodded towards his entrance door. «Let’s go and have a bit of fun.» with a nod, you smiled, and reached out to take his hand.

You were not new to the world of parties, getting drunk and smoking – after all, you have been a Pink too once, but you never thought you could do it again while actually having fun. Neither you nor Jisung actually got too high or too wasted; you were both slightly tipsy. He would spend the majority of the night with his arm around your hips while you talked with the others – his friends always randomly saying how the two of you would make a cute couple and Jisung immediately shutting them up, or with his hands tightly wrapped around your waist as you danced together.

«Well, angel.» the grip around your waist tightened, as you both slowly swayed to the rhythm of a slow song playing by the jukebox. The room was full of people, naturally drawing your bodies closer to each other. «I would really love to kiss you, right now.» he was speaking right by your ear, so that you could perfectly hear every word he said. You were about to ask him why he didn’t do it, when he chuckled before adding, «But we’re too tipsy, and I want to make this right.» you felt his teeth grazing the lobe of your ear, and you instinctively hugged his body a bit closer.

«Why, Jisung.» you said, mirroring his actions, «Do you plan to see me again?»

Thanks to the loud music making each conversation almost inaudible, you kept sharing this secret conversation while hugging each other close. Jisung’s soft breath against your skin suddenly making your knees weak.

«Of course. I plan to take you on a good amount of dates,» you felt him nod, while his right hand travelled upwards from your waist until it tangled itself into your hair. «And fuck you so deep and slow with your head pressed against the mattress until you’d beg me to ruin you.» You shut your eyes close as he almost moaned in your ear the unexpected last part, trying not to get aroused in a room full of people. «But we’ll have to talk about this another time.» Jisung slightly parted from you, meeting your gaze.

You were about to stand on your tiptoes and capture his lips when your friend tapped your shoulder, reminding you of the curfew you both had. Jisung kissed your cheek – dangerously close to your lips, before saying goodbye to the both of you.

The ride back was full of screams and excited squeals because, of course you told your best friend everything that happened earlier.

«He finally asked you on a date? Jisung?» your friend questioned, before excitedly squealing. «I knew it was just a matter of time!» she kept yelping, focusing on the road but also throwing your arm few soft, delicate punches in a rapid succession.

You ran a hand through your hair, giggling at your friend’s behaviour as small; butterflies hovered around in your stomach.

You hated Han Jisung. Well, it was definitely not true; you hated yourself for spending the entire breakfast daydreaming about him, resulting in you being awfully late for school.

You closed your locker, hastily walking towards your first class. You were alone in the hallways, busy wondering how could you lose time like that, when a hand suddenly reached out and dragged you to the stairs. You were ready to drop you book and kick the person who did it right between his legs when your gaze met Jisung’s apologising eyes.

«Jisung! What got into you?!» you lightly shoved him, your hand on his toned chest; with a scoff, you placed your hand on your heart, in the vain hope for your heartbeat to slow down. The thing was, both because of the scare and Jisung being so close to you, you didn’t think it would happen soon.

The boy adverted his gaze, mumbling a shy «I’m sorry,» before scratching the back of his head and releasing your arm from his strong grip. «The thing is, I really wanted to talk to you.»

“What if he regrets what he did yesterday?” you kept staring at him, silently urging him to go on, and feeling somehow a bit anxious.

«I’m sorry. For yesterday, I mean.» his voice reached your ears and your stomach sank; unable to meet his gaze, you stared at the floor. «The thing is, I might have said something a bit earlier than I planned to.»

“Earlier?” You furrowed your brows to look at him, confused. Jisung sighed, heavily. He looked so frustrated, as if you could not understand some simple and obvious concept, when he went on. «I do honestly mean what I said: I really want to take you on dates. I also really want to fuck you into oblivion but, maybe I might have said it a little bit earlier-»

Now, If someone were ever to tell you  that Han Jisung would stand in front of you, ranting about him giving you the wrong impression, you’d never believe them.

Moreover, most importantly, if someone were to tell you that you would interrupt his stupid rant with a kiss, you’d never believe them. However, there you were, standing on your tiptoes and balancing yourself with a hand on Jisung’s shoulder to softly peck his lips. You giggled at his expression, his eyes wide and his lips in a confused pout, he looked incredibly cute.

«Jisung, trust me, I want the same.» your kind smile was suddenly matched by his, and he leaned down to finally capture your lips in a soft kiss, searching for one another anytime you parted in order to breathe. You didn’t quite realise when those soft nibbles and shy kisses while lovesick grins were plastered on your faces turned into you being pushed against the wall with Jisung’s head buried in your neck and his right arm supporting your left leg around his waist, but the presence of his left hand in front of your mouth in order to muffle your whine as he loudly sucked on your jaw brought you back to the cruel reality.

«Jis-Jisung» you stuttered, whimpers blocking the words from falling from your lips as you’d want to, but his hot mouth on your skin was just so sinful and so perfect, you almost ignored the fact that you could be caught anytime and be in trouble. «Class. We-We’re still at school.» With a groan, Jisung pulled away from your neck, his lips hovering above yours.

«School literally started two days ago, it’s nothing important.» he mumbled, pushing his body on yours. «Let’s skip. Let’s go to my place, angel.» his eyes blown with lust - mirroring yours, and his boner pressed on your inner thigh made you nod at him without thinking further.

Jisung smiled, parting from you. «And then, let’s go on a date.» he took your hand in his as you scoffed, hiding a smile as you nodded once again. You quietly and hurriedly made your way out of the school and into his red, shiny car.

«Is it okay to go to my house?» he looked at you, starting the car.

Since when do you ask to a hook-up?» you raised an eyebrow, provoking him.

«Since you’re not a hook-up, angel.»

As your hand reached out to intertwine with his above the gear change, you felt butterflies in your stomach once again, happy with the feeling that the boy that you have secretly stole glances at for quite few months, admitted to have a crush on you.

«You live in a castle, Jisung. This is not a house.» you looked around in awe at your surroundings, as he quickly leaded you to his bedroom. «Wait, look at this!» you pulled on his hand, forcing him to stop in front of a painting that caught your attention. He sighed - you could even picture him rolling his eyes, and he let go of your hand.

«You can have a detailed tour of my house later, angel.» was all you could hear before, all of a sudden, your perspective of the world turned upside down. Jisung had effortlessly thrown you over his shoulder, and you laughed at his ministrations, softly but repeatedly smacking his butt and repeating a series of «Jisung, let me down!» which you never actually meant in the first place.

He did throw you down, though. On his bed. As you bounced on the fluffy mattress you saw something green fly all around you, some of them even landing on you.

“Money?” you took a green banknote in your hand, while pushing few others away from your stomach.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» you propped on your elbows, throwing few banknotes at a smiling Jisung, which was still standing and towering over you.

He laughed, shaking his head. «I needed to buy something, I forgot the cash I needed on the bed.» his knees now were next to your waist, as he sat on your lap, reaching out to put his hands next to your head, caging you as he balanced his weight.

«And now I’m lying on them,» you mumbled as his lips attached once again to your jawline.

«Do you think I care about money having wrinkles?» he mumbled, smirking against your skin as he balanced himself on his left hand while his hand ghosted over your frame, his fingers looping in the belt loops of your jeans.

«What about… Other stains?» you breathed, your left hand scratching his slightly exposed waist.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» the breathless chuckle you felt on your skin made you scratch him even harder out of reflex, and you felt pleased with yourself  as he instinctively hissed and grinded against you.

You never had any particular kink - actually, you had, but you had never considered appealing the idea of being fucked on a bed with a big amount of banknotes scattered under your body. Yet, there you were. You both left the foreplay at minimum and now, Jisung was thrusting into you, deep and slow while your head was pressed against the mattress, just as he promised the night before.

You learned pretty quickly that Jisung was loud also in bed, and you absolutely loved it. Hearing his moans mixed with the feeling of his breath hitch against your skin as he kissed your spine, the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and his languid thrusts filling you so perfectly was making that marvellous sensation pool into your abdomen. You whimpered as a particular harsh thrust made you grip the blankets next your head even tighter – furtherly wrinkling some banknotes along, and you felt his firm grip on your hips; Jisung repeated the action before staying still inside you for few seconds. And again, and again.

He was purposely keeping his movements slow and teasing, so that you could feel every inch of his pulsing length move out of you, just to shove it right back.

As your moans deliciously filled the room, you gave in, whispering the magic words: «Ruin me, Jisung.» His grip on your waist tightened, as he heard you clench around him with a chocked moan.

«Took you long enough, angel.» he said, with a cocky voice before yanking you upwards by your hair, pulling your back flush against his body. As his thrusts gained speed and intensity, both his hands snaked around your hips: his left one wandered on your chest and pinched your left nipple before firmly gripping your breast in a firm hold, and his right one caressed his way until he pressed his index finger against your clit, trying to match the now messy pace of his thrusts which were making the both of you approach your orgasms.

You turned your head, meeting his lips in a hot, uncoordinated kiss, your right hand locking in his hair with a tight grip and your left hand’s nails sinking into his thigh. Jisung came with a loud moan, his hips stilling deep inside of you and instinctively holding you tighter against his body. He kept moving his hand, so that you’d follow him almost immediately later, the sensation of your orgasm spreading inside your body and relaxing your muscles.

You came back to your senses feeling Jisung’s soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly slipped out of you, your mixed releases actually staining few banknotes below you. The both of you plopped on the bed, giggling together as green money floated around you once again – since you both threw yourself back on the bed, and Jisung shifted until he was hugging you into his chest, your head resting below his neck and your fingertips delicately caressing his body.

«How about we go to the drive in?» He said, casually, as he played with a strand of your hair.

«Shouldn’t we go eat something before that? What time is it?» You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt Jisung reach out for his watch on the nightstand.

«10.50» he said, «Let’s sleep a little bit more.» he tried to roll you around, pouting at you.

«30 minutes, then we’ll take a shower and go eat lunch.» you answered dismissively as you let Jisung turn you around, so that now he was the one with his head in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer, playing with his hair.

«As you wish, angel.» you felt his soft breath anticipating an open mouthed kiss on your neck, before you both doze off with content smiles.

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[camelots-rose]

Headcannons 2: Electric Boogaloo, now with a few AU original facts

Sabrina can somehow always tell who is who when Felix and Adrien pretend to be the other, she refuses to say how solely to frustrate Felix

Chloé always gose to Adrien's fencing matches. While she doesn't fully understand the rules, She's happy that he's having fun

Chloé's direct predecessor for the Bee was a member of the Round Table, Pollen herself was also considered a member during her time with them

Nino has made a custom playlist for everyone in the class

Pollen has thrown hands with Merlin and will do so again

Kagami's folks met in England

Lila is a fan of the Sherlock Holmes novels, She and Nino constantly argue about which one is better

A fourth of Chloé's room is filled with Sabrina's belongings due to how often she sleeps over

Outside of Chloé's butler, Adrien and Sabrina are the only ones allowed to see and hold Mr. Cuddly.

Chloé won't admit it, but she prefers staying over Sabrina's house due to how it feels more like a home then the hotel ever does

[922skz1205txt]

the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

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information

pov: gn!reader

word count: 625 (intro)

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

author's note: this fanfic is inspired by the high society portrayed in Bridgerton! this is not the first fanfic I've written, but it's the first one I am posting here! I hope you enjoy!

(the images above are from Pinterest.)

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navigation

| minho | changbin | felix | seungmin | hyunjin | jisung | jeongin | chan |

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introduction

The Season of 1800 is upon the hopeful young people of the Kingdom of Isla. This season is expected to be grander than the last, with the turn of the century offering a special reason to celebrate love.

Your father, a noble expat to the tiny Kingdom of Hetha (situated where the northern lights shine all year long), believes it is time for you, his eldest child, to be wed. You only partly agree with this idea.

Part of you despises your father for pushing you into marriage. You don’t think you are ready to be betrothed. The other half of you is excited, ready to jump into the season head-first. You have heard many successful love stories that have come out of the centuries-old tradition of matchmaking. Though, you have also heard the horror stories.

You’ve never experienced true love before. You are worried you will make the wrong choice when picking a man to be your husband from your lack of knowledge in the subject matter. You have had to remind yourself that there will be others participating in the season for the first time as well. This gentle reminder calms your worries.

Your father has told you many stories of his kingdom you have never visited. He has told you of a lovely manor he is the Lord of (that may even become yours one day). It is nestled on a cozy bay with views of the northern ocean that borders your own kingdom.

The manor sounds a lot different from the bustling city you live in now. A life in the country intrigues you, but it also terrifies you. Being so removed from others outside of your own household sounds quite boring, if you are being honest.

Nevertheless, you and your father have just arrived in the Kingdom of Isla. Before you sits a bustling ballroom filled with young people like yourself in their finest clothing. They are accompanied by various families members, laughing and talking with each other.

A butler announces your name to the crowd. Those near the balcony you are standing on turn to look at you, but those in the back of the room do not hear your name. You jumped at the sound of your name, especially with your official title in front of it. Your father never uses such formalities with you. Your father links his arm through yours and escorts you down the staircase.

Once you reach the floor of the ballroom, your father takes you to a small table filled with ribbons and dance cards. From the balcony, you noticed people of similar ages to yourself wearing ribbons with their names etched onto them. A kind looking man hands you your ribbon and dance card. You pin the ribbon on the left side of your chest, just beneath your collarbone. You wrap the dance card around your wrist.

Your father smiled at you after noticing the stares you both were receiving. “You may certainly be the talk of the ball, y/n.” Unlike your father, this does not make you smile.

You hear comments from the nearby patrons. “I did not know he had a child!” “They must have come back to be married!” The comments and stares make you uncomfortable, and your cheeks feel hot from the embarrassment.

Your father then sees an old friend across the room and waves to him. He instructs you to find others your age to converse with while you wait to complete the dances on your dance card. He lets go of your arm. He walks away with a reassuring nod, leaving you in this ballroom full of strangers. You gulp and scan the room, wondering just what could be in store for you this season.

[thatthingilovewith]

hi!! i'm curious about the ballad of who and how? (fantastic name!!)

Thanks for the ask!

Ok, so the ballad of who and how? Is a whodunit inspired by the 1985 Clue movie.

"When Detective Baird and Officer Digg's car breaks down outside the infamous Snow Manor during a storm, the last thing they expected to find was a deadly dinner party inside. Coriolanus Snow is dead and with tensions among those in attendance rising he may not be the only one by the end of the night. With lives on the line its up to them to figure out if the killer lies among the Capitol guests or District staff. When everyone has a motive the only questions remaining are who and how?"

Starring

Lucy Gray Baird & Jessup Diggs as the Police

Coriolanus Snow as his own corpse

Marcus as Mr. "Boddy" the butler

Sejanus Plinth as Wadsworth

Felix Ravinstill as Professor Plum

Festus Creed as Colonel Mustard

Hilarius Heavansbee as Mr. Green

Livia Cardew as Ms. Scarlett

Tigris Snow as Ms. Peacock

Arachne Crane as Mrs. White

Brandy as Yevette

& Reaper Ash as The Cook

*the roles they play in the film are inspired by these characters in the original

This AU will not have the same ending as the film as the film itself has multiple endings if you didn't know.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@heartbrake-hotel tysm for the tag!!

Now I am a girl who lives in their app and I have a list for everything! So as soon as I get an idea into the list it goes. Though like every writer I’ve got more ideas than time so some of these have been living in the app for what feels like forever

Elvis Presley

Miscarriage

Football in the park

Army Elvis dating

Elvis Mafia Series/Austin Butler detective

Addison and Elvis

Addison leaving the baby home

Jess’ first boyfriend

Vernon agreement

Wedding - 5 interruptions

Scott lil

Lisa and elvis - Lisa comes to live with them

Jess birthday party

Addie comes back au

Other

Felix Catton Series

No pressure tags: @wanderingelvis @precious-little-scoundrel @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @headfullofpresley & anyone else who wants to join in (i know so many more writers but my mind has truly gone blank)

[froggyart]

The intro blog was long overdue

So I have just been aware that I am a introvert off and on the internet so this is a get to know me....

Names and pronouns:

Name: You can call me Kermit, or Felix (but I would prefer you call me Kermit)

Pronouns: I am trans (FTM) and my pronouns are He/Him

Hyperfixations:

We all know I like Kuroshitsuji but I also like...

Old Fairy tales (like Snow White)

DC (sometimes Marvel)

Victorian Era/Medieval Times °O°

Old movies and cartoons (Rubber hose cartoons like Betty Boop)

Animal Crossing

Pokémon

Scooby-Doo

Monster High

(I just haven't really been focusing on them because of Black Butler)

I do intend to focus on these in the future if I ever have nothing to draw cuz I sometimes run out ideas of Black Butler (like the horrible fanart of Grelle, Wolf, And Sebs *gag*)

DNI:

People who ship Sebaciel (let's just get that out of the way)

Transphobes/Homophobes/Racist/Xenophobes/Fatphobes (which I have not interacted with, and let's keep it that way) proshippers/comshippers/lolicons/pd-files...

*SIGH*

So basically if you are all these things please kindly fick von and don't interact other than that everyone else is welcome°U°

What you can expect from me...

I do art, that means fanart, my own art, sometimes reblogs of art , and or fanfictions (if I feel comfortable sharing it:)

Starting from today going on I shall focus on other things other than Kuro (and if I don't stick to my word then may the devil drag me down)

Also this blog is 17+ so if you are under the age of 17 I don't post risky stuff, but there might be slight gore or coarse language, maybe sometimes implied things

for example this:

Also I have one another blog if you want to see what happens on that side of my brain that isn't just hyperfixations

ghostlyblog

I usually would just post comics that I make there so, yeh

This is Matts(MC from a comic of mine, and the pfp of the blog)

Also feel free to interact with me by asking me questions and stuff my asks are open to anything involving questions about random things or my AUs, OCs, HCs, or just questions about certain interests feel free to ask away....

pls I need interaction

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Nightmare AU part 28

Panel 1

Trisha the hour glass: "Not everybody has control over it, many of us have different colors but it's no use to us.Yes, the color represent us, but do not worry, it's the same as jinx, you can't do much harm with it."

Amstran the moon dancer:" l should go, thank you! We will come soon, there is something we want and it might help us!"

Trisha the hour glass:"Sure pumpkin of course, i will wait for you to come back... Till then, take care!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Alright, again, this time hit harder and a little bit to your left, Polestar the star sprite!"

Luna the moon demon :"Nishya the dream cat if you want to learn how to win in a sword fight you need to stop being so tense, relax and focus."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Does anybody want a snack, you should eat something, this is a new receipe."

Faith the head rabbit:"Oh no, not another receipe experiment on us..."

Panel 2

Felix Reddison:" Guys, it's time for a break, who will help me with some orders?"

Polestar the star sprite:"I will, sorry Amstran the moon dancer..."

Sky Coeur the detective:"I have some important news! May I have your attention, thank you!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"This belongs to Donut, where did you find it?"

Lumboo the light ghost:" There it is, the second entry, my old man was a butler here before he died..."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Are you sure it belongs to her?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I gave this to Donut as a friendship gesture, i can't believe they got her...i swear if they dare harm Donut..."

Luna the moon demon:"Look i know how important she is but right now it's not the time, we have to move."

Amstran the moon donut: "Donut, where are you? Donut answer me if you can hear us!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"This place has so many rooms, she could be anywhere, i'm taking right and you left."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I don't think it's a great plan to split up, there are some demons dogs, very powerful."

Le souris bon bon neige:"You don't have to come with us, it's better to stay here and wait."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Excuse me?I want to help Donut as much as everyone else...I'm not a weak ghost you know!"

Staran the galaxy man:"Star dust galaxy ink!"

Le souris bonbon neige: Ice! Velvet icee storm ignite!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"This dog is bigger than my last one!"

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I told you there were some demons dogs and now a statue because apperently this place isn't bad enough..."

Le souris bon bon neige:"Why this gives me the Harry Potter vibes?I already have a wand where is my letter?"

Staran the galaxy man:"Yes, and i'm sure every broom in the castle is a Nimbus 2001, come on ice mouse, use your spell and make a hole in the wall..."

Amstran the moon dancer:"This mirror is so strange, this house gives me those vibes like this is a nest at some point."

Hester the photo marksmen:" Don't move Doctor Bird, one step and you will feel the blade, now turn slowly, no more tricks!"

Donut:"Amstran the moon dancer is that you? Help! I'm tied up by some chains."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Donut i'm coming, hang on!"

Donut:"Amstran the moon dancer you have found me,i'm so happy to see you...Sorry, i keep getting myself in this situations..."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Donut, it's alright and you are safe now. How did you end up here, did they hurt you?"

Donut:"I don't know, i just got here and no, i'm a smart taugh piece of a donut,they can't harm me...i'm just a bit confused!"

Luna the moon demon:"I think they wanted us to be here, but for what purpose?"

Sky Coeur the detective:" We will think about it when we get out of here.Donut do you know the main path for the first door?The second door is not safe anymore since we had to block it..."

Luna the moon demon:"Where is Hester the photo marksmen? We have to get him too and get out of here now."

Faith the head rabbit:"Great now we all begin to disappear, i better use my time slow power to buy us at least 10 more minutes,better hurry our..."

Donut belongs to @ caprin-mallow 😊

Check her lovely drawings as well 👍

Ok, so now that i made that Harry Potter it's time to sort my ocs in Hogwarts but before that i want to say that i was only 12 years old when i saw the first movie HP amd the Chamber of secrets and i wished that JK wasn't a bad person but she is and i don't agree with her...plus in my country there is a limited Harry Potter merch for exemple rare clothes and books only and i am not that rich to go to London to buy the merch so please no hate for me.

My ocs:

Females *good team

Luna the moon demon: Ravenclaw

Yan Naifu the ghost:Slytherin

Red the fortune teller:Ravenclaw

Nishya the dream cat:Hufflepuff

Dandelion the white flower: Hufflepuff

Rocky Flame: Gryffindor

Trisha the hour glass: Ravenclaw

Elenora the rainbow joy: Hufflepuff

Celena the trophy ice skater: Slytherin

Males *good team

Staran the galaxy man:Slytherin

Hester the photo markmen: Hufflepuff

Le souris bon bon neige: Slytherin

Felix Reddison: Hufflepuff

Sky Coeur the detective: Ravenclaw

Amstran the moon dancer: To be honest i don't know...

Tommie the farmer cat:Hufflepuff

The they/them genderfluid *good team

Lumboo the ghost light: Ravenclaw

Polestar the star sprite:Gryffindor

The cigarette ghost Smoky:Gryffindor

The tiny helpers we see like the bell and so on, all of them are:Hufflepuff

Females *bad team

Melinoë the princess of nightmares: Slytherin

Vanessa the fourth knight: Hufflepuff

Growlian:Gryffindor

Lavinya the lamb servant:Hufflepuff

Feryoni the flower cat muse:Slytherin

Males *bad team

Luciano the candle of secrets: Hufflepuff

Moon on fire: Gryffindor

Clause the king assasin:Slytherin

Doctor Bird:Ravenclaw

Sweet lime: Gryffindor

Duo the ballon prince:Slytherin

Others:

Katelyn:Ravenclaw

Acrylia the sour candy: Gryffindor

Victim 1: Gryffindor

Victim 2 and 3: Slytherin, Hufflepuff

.........

The guard demon dog name is Dooffy, they are 4 of them... Lucky they only found one! Lmao

Part 1 till part 27

I haven't draw for such a long time Donut persona, i'm sorry for such a long hiatus time for the comic... I have not forgotten about you, one of my dear friends...

+ a corrupted Amstran the moon dancer

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Introduction ✨️✨️

Just a few things to let you know about the mod:

You may call me Cheese.

I'm very fast at typing replies so please don't be spooked if you see a reply from me quickly.

Whenever I can't reply fast, I'm most likely busy, so please be patient.

I mostly role play on my other blogs. This blog is my main, so I only post OOC stuff on here.

No NSFW ask are allowed.

I mainly do BSD rps so don't try to force me to rp that's not bsd related. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN NONE FANDOM RPS! DON'T EVEN BOTHER ASKING.

Know the Fandom first.

The list below are all my rp blogs ^^

Nimone fellows

@pleasepress1forfrontdesk (Levi)

@pickupthephoneboy (Captain Ross)

@pleaseholdfor5hours (Dr. Ikari)

@phonesaremymeals (Vice Captain Owen)

@pleasenotanotherspammer

Port Mafia Goers

@punchthekeyboardormyboss (Fiona Delgado)

@petalsgluedtophone (Rose)

@pumkinphone (Fall)

SAD AUs

@phonebatterydead (DNA)

@pleasehelpmyphonebroke (Rey)

@pleadformynumber (Overlord Vincent)

Cooper universe madness

@pinkcherryblossomphonecase (Butler Cooper)

@purplelockscreen (Mafia Cooper)

@purpleandpinkphone (Future Butler Cooper)

@phonechargerpurple (Future Mafia Cooper)

Felix multiverse

@paincallingback (Felix III)

@paintextingher (Fem Felix III)

@pastcontactnumber (Teen Felix)

XY members

@pestsarecallingmeagain (X)

@patheticofyoutocallme (Shark)

@plastictoyphone (Nugget and Silent Black)

@prettyphoneyougotthere (Peach)

@passmeatext (Yellow Card)

@proattextingyou (Maria)

@puddingistextingyou (Pudding)

Church Gang

@pickaphoneandgo (Hunter)

@putyourphoneinrice (Dr. Paul)

@perhapstextjesus (Solomon)

Bad People

@putawayyourphone (Toxic characters)

@poofistoleyournumber (Robin Brooks)

@pristinenewphonemodel (Prime Software)

@pleaseendthevideocall (Lemon the cat)

9 to 5 workers

@paintmylaptopcheeseyellow (Miss Cheese)

@patiencepleaseyouwillbeonhold (Dr. Vincent Roux)

@perhapsnevercallmeagain (Richard Connell)

@pleasecallbacksoon (Rose Sword Hotel)

Royalty Au

@porcelainphone (Sir Louis)

@pardonmefornottextingback (Anakin and Jacob)

Children

@perparetobespammedcalled (10 year old Levi and X)

@prettypleasetextme (Elora)

@promisemetopickupmycalls (Prince Ikari)

Canon Characters

@penguinstolecomputer (MC)

@perhapsatextback (Idol Ivan au)

@phoneinpie (Ivan preschool au)

@phonelostinocean (Pirate Sigma)

@phoneinparis (Noe)

@pleasecalltheer (Red Blood Cell)

BSD Media Au Masterlist

Right here ^^

Art Masterlist

(BSD wan edits)

(Art/Doodles)

(Memes/edits)

(Special posts 1)

(OC facts)

[little-mouse-adventures]

Character asks: Maia - 12; Felix Harrowgate - 31; Butler - 17 and 35 please :D

12. Crack headcanon (Maia)

Boy's tall. Idk if that's canon or not, or how much of a crack headcanon it is, but like. His grandfather apparently towered over everyone, and I think it would be funny if Maia also becomes incredibly tall and no one really notices. He's still very quiet and polite and shy, so he just kind of looks like an awkward and adorable beanpole and no one thinks much of it. And then one day he goes full Edrahasivar VII and just dominates the entire room. Suddenly everyone is very aware that their Emperor is at Hozier-levels of tallness, and can very easily look down on damn near anyone he pleases. (After Maia is done putting the fear of the gods into whomever irritated him, he looks around and everyone is staring at him wide-eyed, suddenly remembering that this is the Emperor and not just some stand-in, and Maia has no idea how to react except to very politely ask Csevet to fetch everyone some calming tea)

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like? (Felix Harrowgate)

Oh god. At first, before the events of the series, it's a collection of holier-than-thou vagueposts and long essays about obscure magical texts, and some length arguments about how wrong some of those texts are. Occasional vanity selfies, the kind where he pretends it wasn't a selfie and was just a casual picture someone happened to take of his best angle, while he was wearing his best jacket and had his hair just so.

Then shit goes down for him, and while he doesn't use tumblr much during his bout of madness, the few times he does it's to post borderline incomprehensible ramblings about the animal heads around him and what that means and the fantome in the tower and other such things, that those who followed him are all like. "Uh. you good, bro?" (he doesn't answer and disappears for another three months before his next post about the ghosts in the maze).

After the Troia adventure, there's a lot of the same kind of long-winded magical essays and arguments, but now they've shifted from being obscure topics to being slightly taboo topics. Lots of aesthetic pictures where he wonders if anyone else can see the ghosts or the noirance, and people start to think he's trolling.

In exile, again, long bout of ghosting. When he starts posting again, it consists of a lot of aesthetic pics of foxes and the Corambis countryside. There's yet more magical essays (he cannot shut up for the life of him) but they're not nearly as aggressive now, and seem more like someone wanting to share cool information rather than prove how much better and smarter he is than everyone else.

He's blocked anything to do with rubies.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them (Butler)

Honestly it really depends on what AU/ fic I'm fixating on. There's not really a hard-and-fast "oh yes this is The Blorbo through-and-through!" thing for him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

35. Their idea of a perfect day (Butler)

April 25, not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket

Sorry. Anyways. Early morning, bit of time to himself to enjoy his coffee while he makes plans for the day. Bit of work to keep the mind occupied, interspersed with some cooking or gardening (or both, getting veggies from the garden to cook with). Someone decides to fuck around with his Principal in the afternoon, so he has a chance to be threatening and punch someone and generally engage in his dramatic side, but nothing that involves actual physical harm to his charge or himself. Then some meditation to calm down, and a chance to read his book before bed.

[gearbox-doll]

OC List

Feel free to ask questions!

Unnamed OC universe:

Felix

Zack

Rachel

Elieen

Hazi

Drezzi

Nari

Fufa

Lena

Lani

Minka

Sallie

Amora

Veronica & Sara

Axiis & Tristan

Asher & Zeak

Narkaii

Professor Adrian

Molly

Cocoa

Alice

Isabella

Liam

Sophie

Emily

Neon Lights:

Yin

Kelsie

Undertale AU (+ Bitty Shelter AU):

Azalea

Micha

Dr. Corduroy

Cassie

Michael

Frisk (changed so much she's basically an OC lmao)

Chara (same as Frisk)

Yin (AU ver)

BBU:

Dr Victor James Hyacinth, aka The Good Doctor

Theodore

Maggie

Noah

Luke

173

Marble Hornets:

Blank

001/Ark/Arky

Birdie

Rosie

Sunny

Black Butler (Michaelis Family AU & Adelia AU):

Claire

Alice

Damian

Adelia

Samael

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🏹 Hii, thank you for stopping by my blog, this is a safe space, feel comfortable here please. You can call me Cici, I'm new to all this so I hope you can be patient with me (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

🏹 English is not my first language, I usually use Google Translate so I'm sorry for any grammar or other errors.

🏹 I don't have an exact day and time to update, I really do it when I have imagination and time. I can upload three stories at a time and then disappear for six months lol.

🏹 This post will be updated as I have more things to add.

🏹 I'll start by writing headcanons and drabbles since I'm pretty rusty. I will write longer stories from time to time if I have enough inspiration.

🏹 Here will be my rules and the fandoms I will write for, feel free to ask if you have any questions, I will answer them as soon as I can.

🏹 None of the images I use are my own, they are all from Pinterest. All rights go to their respective authors.

🏹 I don't support cheating, yandere, or anything that follows that line in real life. I can write it, but beyond that, I don't agree with it happening in reality.

Rules

I write only for the fandoms that are here. If there is a character I didn't name, I may not write for this one.

I write only for the female reader or neutral reader.

I don't write character x oc or character x character.

I accept suggestions, maybe I could end up writing them if I like them but I don't guarantee anything.

I write anything except: self-harm, au's, polyamorous relationships (If necessary for the story I can give a brief description of the matter of these first three things, but I will not go into too much detail), zoofilia, anything involving urine, feces, foot fetish, drugs.

Fandoms

Black Butler

Record Of Ragnarok

My Hero Academia

Twilight

Characters I write for

✞ Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive (only platonically)

Vincent Phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Undertaker

Snake

Finnian (only platonically)

Joker

Lau

Agni

Soma

Bravat

Diederich

Alois Trancy (only platonically)

Gregory Violet

Edgar Redmond

Edward Midford

Charles Grey

Drocell Keinz

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❦ Record Of Ragnarok:

Loki

Adam

Shiva

Hades

Ares

Zerofuku (only platonically)

Poseidon

Hermes

Apollo

Beelzebub

Nikola Tesla

Eve

Goll (only platonically)

Thrud

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✰ My Hero Academia:

Monoma Neito

Shinso Hitoshi

Yuga Aoyama

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Cathleen Bate

Melissa Shield

Itsuka Kendo

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☾ Twilight:

Demetri Volturi

Felix Volturi

Aro Volturi

Jane Volturi (only platonically)

Alec Volturi (only platonically)

Carlisle Cullen

Seth Clearwater

Embry Call

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

Lastly, please don't forget to be nice here. I would like us all to be able to interact with respect and kindness. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you have a nice day and stay healthy (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

─cici🏹

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[8.45]

― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst with a happy ending, smut, fluff, royals au, Hyunjin is a Prince, arranged marriage, medieval settings, ⚠️exhibitionism/voyeurism, don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with it⚠️unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 5.467

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

The Princess’ unfaltering decision of refusing her arranged marriage was definitely the most entertaining talk of the Castle for the whole month of January.

Nobody but you – her lady in waiting, knew the reason why she was so stubborn with her choice, and your mouth was sealed in loyalty to what was your future Queen - and regardless, always treated you as her friend. You spent every day with her, and in the evening, you would brush her hair as he kept talking about her beloved Duke with a dreamy and enamoured voice, giggling and blushing as she told you every detail about how their forbidden meetings went. You couldn’t help but smile at her, the secret hope that her love would bloom and come true, even if you knew that probably, their secret encounters would never lead to a marriage.

What you obviously did not know, was that while the Princess kept throwing her temper tantrum, the Royal Council kept having meetings, secretly deciding to send a maid in her place, in order to get married to the foreign Prince. Needless to say, said maid was you.

As the King and his Counsellor told you about it, you instinctively sat back in horror on the velvet chair behind you, a hand placed on your hammering heart.

«Your Majesty,» you breathed, your voice shaking weakly as you spoke. «I don’t think I am suited for-»

«I will not tolerate any dissent on your part.» his gruff and authoritative voice interrupted your sentence, and you close your eyes in silent resignation, a lone tear escaping your eyes. «You spent enough time with my daughter to know how a Princess shall behave.»

«Don’t you want to serve your Kingdom?» the Counsellor added, and few men from the royal council murmured among themselves intelligible sentences which you obviously couldn’t understand. You shook your head, giving in, knowing you couldn’t do otherwise.

As you wish, your Highness.» and with that, you excused yourself in order to storm back into your room, not bothering to justify to the other maids and butlers working at the Castle why you were so pale and on the verge of crying.

As soon as you accepted, the news spreaded around even faster than the fact that Princess Illezra was dating a Duke, and that was the main talk for the whole month of February, which you spent refining your manners, since now you had to act like a proper Princess. Illezra developed the habit of sleeping with you, holding your hand and repeating soft «I’m so sorry.» to which you shook your head every time.

«Don’t blame yourself,» you’d say. «I’m just scared.» Illezra would nod, just to repeat the same sentence every day right before falling asleep, and the two of you fell into a peaceful slumber with your fingers tightly interlocked.

Truth was, you weren’t just scared, you were terrified. First of all, you had to pretend to be someone you were not for your whole life, you were being forced into a marriage which you definitely didn’t ask for and most importantly, you didn’t know what your future husband looked like.

For all you knew, he could be a boy around your age, but the chances of him being an old, bald unattractive and evil man were also pretty high. The other Kingdom’s silence was disturbing; they never sent a portrait of your future husband, not even once.

«What if he’s handsome and he thinks I’m ugly?» you whined, pinching the bridge of your nose. «What if I screw up?»

«Language, your Highness!» Illezra giggled, mocking what she had been told countless times. «You’re gorgeous,» she said, sitting behind you on the bed in order to brush your hair, «and if he thinks otherwise, he’s an idiot.»

«What if he’s old and-» you whined, on the verge of crying once again. «I don’t want to think about it, I can’t bring myself to think about it.»

The day of your departing came sooner than you thought and so, during a chill March morning, you were sitting in an expensive carriage headed to your neighbour Kingdom, your heart sinking in your stomach the further you got from the town where you’ve lived all your life. You tried your best to avoid thinking about your future husband and your future life, and so you opted to engaging a small talk with the butler assigned to stay with you until the day of your marriage.

«What if he finds out everything?» you asked him, anxiety bubbling up in your stomach as you met his sharp yet kind gaze.

«He won’t.» he smiled politely, «No one from their Kingdom ever saw the Princess before.» his words somehow managed to reassure you, and before you realized, almost a day of travelling went by.

The first thing you noticed when your personal butler helped you out of the carriage was that their Castle looked way more expensive than the one you lived in, and the second one was the tall boy with jet black hair which was looking at you with an unreadable expression.

The King immediately welcomed you, introducing himself and the Queen as well, before gesturing to the boy.

«He’s Prince Hyunjin,» he said, «Your future husband.» you politely bowed to him, and he respectfully reached out to kiss the top of your gloved hand.

«Those portrait didn’t do any justice to your beauty.» he said, basically only for you to hear, and the unexpected kind tone of his voice made you wonder if he had been forced to say such a cliché pick up line. Your introductions went smoothly, and the Queen informed about a welcoming banquet being hosted in few hours, so you decided to take up her offer and freshen up.

The first thing you thought as you stepped into your new room was that there was an obvious mistake; the room was huge and decorated with furniture that looked so expensive that you wondered what the Queen’s room would look like. You were particularly happy about the small balcony attached to your room that directly faced the garden, which you would soon find out to remain enlightened all night, thanks to the numerous torches spreaded around.

When shortly after, two maids came to dress you up and do your hair, you thought you could make it work.

When you were sitting at the table while a significant number of people were occasionally staring at you before mumbling things among themselves, you thought you could never make it work.

«Relax,» Hyunjin’s unexpected soft whisper distracted your ministrations of staring blankly at your fork with a bite of food on it. «I promise we’ll excuse ourselves right after the desserts,» he added, before naturally placing his golden caliche in front of his lips, hiding his mouth in order to keep his words even more secret. «They’re probably saying you’re beautiful and wondering when we’re going to produce a heir.» he added, his tone somehow annoyed as he pronounced the last part of the sentence, making you almost choke on your bite of food before you mimicked his action of coveting your mouth with the golden chalice placed in front of you.

«Isn’t it a little bit too soon to talk about an heir?» you asked, noticing that while talking, both you and Hyunjin managed to inch closer, and you also couldn’t help but notice how insanely good he looked up close.

«It is,» Hyunjin chuckled, «but the Royal Counsellor is desperately waiting for heirs.» he smiled at your confused face, before adding a quick «The one completely dressed in purple and looking like an ogre. I bet he’s looking at you.» you tried not to giggle as you met said men’s gaze, before looking back at Hyunjin’s smiling face once again, and he playfully winked at you.

Your heart felt a little lighter knowing that your future husband was at least friendly, and you felt even better when, exactly as he promised, Hyunjin politely excused the both of you before leading you towards the garden.

«Thoughts on the welcoming party?» Hyunjin asked, sitting next to you on a marble bench cornered by small bushes of white roses.

«Definitely… intense.» you offered a small smile, not used to so many people looking at you while studying your every move since you’ve never been a Princess in the first place.

«We’re both obviously new to this,» Hyunjin nodded, before scratching the back of his head in a shy manner. «But I promise I’ll do my best to make it work.» you smiled at him, silently thanking the heaves for your luck, before reciprocating his promise.

If three months ago, the day you cried yourself to sleep at the unexpected news, someone would have told you that you’d be finding yourself falling in love with your future husband, you would have probably curse at them in a very un-lady like manner.

But yet, there you were, involuntary playing hide and seek with Hyunjin in the small maze inside their garden, trying to find a decent hiding spot while trying to hold back your laughter.

«Really?» Hyunjin asked as he almost appeared out of thin air, walking out from the turn next to yours. «You think I wouldn’t catch up?» he asked, and with a rush of adrenaline, you sprinted out from the blind spot where you were hiding, only for him to almost immediately stop your foolish and useless escape by tightly holding your waist; knowing that there was no use trying to outwit him when he probably knew the maze’s pattern by heart, you gave in with a small yelp as soon as your back crashed against his body due to him pulling your frame to his. With a small pout, you let Hyunjin turn you around, his arms still loosely hugging your waist.  

«I could walk around here with my eyes closed,» Hyunjin said, faking an arrogant tone, a slight pant in his breath matching yours.

«So?» you asked, your hands on his chest and your gaze locking in a silent challenge.

«So,» Hyunjin’s voice lowered to a mumble, «Running away from me is useless.» he added, and his lips slowly inched towards yours, searching in your eyes any kind of doubt or refusal, leaving you all the time in the world to walk away from his embrace. Hyunjin never found a trace of doubt in your eyes, and so you stood on your tiptoes, closing the space between you and felt Hyunjin smile into the kiss as he held you closer to his body.

That kiss was the first one of many, countless, infinite kisses shared between the two of you, with innocent hearts full of love.

Even if you loved and trusted Hyunjin, you never told him the truth; even if you thought that you couldn’t live a lie for your whole life, you still couldn’t bring yourself to face the consequences of him finding out about your identity.

Deep down, you knew that Hyunjin didn’t fall in love with you for your status and you doubted he would care whether you were born in the royal family or not, but you also knew that this kind of lie was classified as treason, and you couldn’t bring yourself to face Hyunjin’s disappointment towards you.

Illezra kept sending you letters, and you had a very secret correspondence with her, which apparently was trying to let her parents accept her relationship and make her a Duchess so that her and her lover could be together. Despite being happy for her, these letters were the constant reminder of your lies, and Hyunjin never said anything as he saw you glancing sadly out of the window. He would simply hug you, kiss your head and mumbling that since you were homesick, as soon as you got married, he would love to visit your kingdom, too. Hyunjin’s kindness made you wonder if you really deserved him.

Approximatively six months after your arrival, strange rumours started to spread out among the royal council. Needless to say, those rumours completely revolved around your identity, but you’d never heard about them until eventually, it was too late.

By now, Hyunjin had sneaked into your bedroom a countless times, only to leave in order to return to his before morning came – his room was adjacent to yours, so he just needed to open a small door and throw himself in the bed of the communicant room right before his butler came to wake him up.

As cliché as it was, you believed you could never get enough of the feeling of Hyunjin’s warm body against yours, and for him, it was just the same. There was something about Hyunjin moaning your name as he came while trying to keep his voice low that you couldn’t help but love; there was something about the sense of intimacy of Hyunjin passionately making love to you every night that you could not help but wish for those moments to last forever.

Happiness proved itself to be such a fleeting feeling, as one day you returned to your room, only to see Hyunjin partially leaning against your desk, an unreadable expression on his face while holding an envelope you immediately recognized.

«What are you doing?» you asked, your voice trembling in fear as your hands weakly gripped the door’s golden handle behind your back.

«Why are you reading my-» with a rush of emotion, you tried to approach him with the intent of taking the letter out of his hands – even if you knew it was probably too late, when Hyunjin held his hand in mid-air, signalling you to stop.

«This letter comes from the Princess,» Hyunjin said, and your heart sank as you heard his cold tone, «which is very weird, because I’m marrying her in three days.» you felt the blood drain from your face, Hyunjin was about to find out the truth and all you could do was standing there, petrified. You held Hyunjin’s emotionless gaze while tears started to cloud your view, realizing that Hyunjin was blocking you out and showing you the face he showed to everyone else, and not the innocent eyes full of emotion you fell in love with.

Hyunjin effortlessly broke the royal sealing wax while still holding your gaze, the small noise of wax being torn was the only sound echoing in the room.

«Dear Princess,» Hyunjin began to read Illezra’s neat calligraphy, «I deeply wish your marriage is working out, and your fiancée is half as good as mine. I will never stop reminding you that I’m sorry, and that I’m infinitely thankful to you for taking my place.» Hyunjin scoffed, before throwing the letter on the table without bothering to read the rest of it. «Care to explain?» his harsh tone softened for a moment at the sight of your panicked state, but his disappointment was too great. 

Hyunjin politely waited for you to talk with his hands crossed in front of his chest, as if the gesture would have helped him to keep in one place the world about to crash on him. You did not know why, but still you could not bring yourself to say a word; the thoughts of having disappointed both the man you loved and your kingdom were the only thoughts swirling around your head and with another scoff, Hyunjin stood up, walking past your frame and in his room without sharing another word.

For the first time since you arrived there, Hyunjin locked the door connecting your rooms, and you broke down in silent tears, kneeling in the middle of your room oh a Thursday morning, three days before your marriage.

You knew that you both did not have any task for the day, since you could hear Hyunjin moving around in the room next to yours. You spent half of your day sitting next to the door, not even bothering to change in more informal clothes, before few drops of common sense decided to silently make their way back into your head.

«Would Illezra go down without a fight?» you whispered to yourself. «Neither am I.» you sighed and stood up, walking to your nightstand and taking out a small key and a big amount of letters tied up with a silk ribbon from the top drawer.

«I have a spare key, Hyunjin,» you said loudly as you approached the door, «And I’m not afraid to use it.» you politely waited, deciding that if he didn’t unlock the door by himself, you would have done that. You were about to marry, but most importantly, you were in love; you’d never let anything walk between the two of you.

Surprisingly enough, Hyunjin unlocked the door few seconds later, and you stormed into his room and immediately sat on his bed, facing him, which was staring at you, confused at your sudden bravery and wondering why you decided to bring so many letters along.

When Hyunjin first asked you to explain, you wondered for a moment about lying through your teeth, but who would want a marriage based on lies? Certainly, not you.

Therefore, with that thought resonating in your head and in your heart, you told Hyunjin everything. With hesitant steps, Hyunjin slowly sat next to you on his canopy bed, as he listened to anything and everything you had to say; you told him about how the news crashed down on you and how about since then, you have felt pressured of living by the standards of living and behaving like people expected and imposed you to do. Hyunjin held your hand as your confession of you being terrified of this whole situation, but also the fact of not wanting to get married to a stranger.

«You could have been anyone,» you said, wiping another tear that effortlessly escaped your now puffy eyes, «I was terrified of you being old and ugly and evil.» you admitted, a small and sad smile appearing on Hyunjin’s lips which you didn’t see, too busy playing with his fingers interlocked with yours.

Hyunjin politely waited for you to finish your outburst, while never letting go or stop caressing your hand. «I can’t find a reason to blame you, but» Hyunjin’s gentle voice said. «I want to know if you meant what happened between us, or it was just part of what your King ordered you to do.» he asked, and as your eyes locked for the first time after you walked into his room, you saw Hyunjin looking so vulnerable you felt your heart tremble.

«It wasn’t a lie.» you quickly shook your head, relaxing a bit seeing Hyunjin’s soft smile once again. «I could never lie about loving you.» you admitted, and Hyunjin hugged you, affectionately kissing the side of your head as you wiped the last tears escaping your eyes.

«Then, I don’t care, the rumours will eventually stop.» Hyunjin sighed. «You’re going to be my wife, and married couples are allowed to keep secrets.» you nodded, hugging him back and wondering what were the chances of you finding such a gentle and caring boy as Hyunjin as your future husband.

«I’m sorry, too.» Hyunjin broke the comfortable silence that enveloped the two of you, now cuddling on his bed – with some difficulty, due to your formal clothes. «I was too focused on the fact that you lied, that I didn’t consider that you had more than valid reasons to do so.» Hyunjin’s words were soft and sincere, and you instantly cuddled closer to his chest, whispering not to worry.

«I never believed I would fall in love,» he chuckled, talking more to himself, «And yet, here I am.»

«Here we are.» you gently pointed out, and he simply answered by kissing the top of your head.

«Yeah, here we are.» Hyunjin mumbled softly, few moments later.

Now, if you thought that Hyunjin’s Castle and the room you have been given were expensive looking, you definitely did not expect the wedding to look so… extravagant.

If you were still living as a lady in waiting, your marriage would have been a humble ceremony into the town’s chapel but as a Princess, you were about to walk into the Capital’s Cathedral, your path surrounded by sumptuous and expensive decorations and unknown faces focusing on any detail from your hair to your dress, which made you look like as if you walked out from a fairy tale – a bit too much for your tastes, but Hyunjin’s face as he saw you was enough to forget everything, from your doubt about the veil being too long, to your discomfort at being once again the centre of attention, to your fears about tripping on your feet.

«You look stunning.» Hyunjin mouthed as soon as you stopped in front of him, and you instantly rolled your eyes as a wide blush covered your cheeks.

The ceremony went smoothly and rather quickly, unlike what you expected. Hyunjin kissed you longer than he was supposed to, with both his hands on your cheeks, and since then you couldn’t focus on anything else but the lingering taste of his lips on yours and the feeling of absolute happiness you felt anytime your eyes met.

«Organizing a surprise in three days is almost impossible, but I hope you’re going to like my special gift.» Hyunjin smiled as he led you away from the crowd of people attending your wedding reception, and your brows furrowed in confusion. 

Hyunjin slightly turned towards you only to offer you a wink, looking even more handsome now that he had unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt; even if you asked him few times what he meant, he never gave you a proper answer, and so you trusted him, until he led you to the marble bench where you comfortably sat under the moonlight on the first night you met.

Hyunjin abruptly stopped and you almost crashed against his body, but managed to stop just in time; you were about to ask him why did he stop so suddenly, when your attention was caught by a very familiar figure now standing up from the bench.

There was no way you could confuse her petite figure, the way she held her fan, or simply the way she brushed his gown exactly two seconds after she stood up; after all, you spent years living with her, and you knew that probably at some point, even your heartbeats were synchronized.

«Illezra?!» you asked, dumbfounded, but also feeling your heart speed up with excitement; you looked at Hyunjin, asking for a silent confirmation that you weren’t having hallucinations due to your corset being too tight, and as soon as he nodded, you ran towards her.

Illezra immediately hugged you close, her sweet perfume enveloping you and making you feel like you were in the privacy of her sumptuous bedroom instead of a Castle’s garden, you hugged her even closer, and the two of you stayed like that for a while. The hug you and Illezra shared held a silent conversation full of “I’m sorry”, “I’m glad this worked out”, in base of how tight you were hugging each other; a small cough caught your attention, and you shifted your attention to the figure behind Illezra, before detaching from her, which still tightly held your hand.

«You’d be happy to hear that we can freely hang out with Duchess Illezra and her husband, from now on.» Hyunjin’s soft voice said as he gently wrapped his arm around your waist.

«Duchess?» you incredulously asked her, your eyes widening in surprise. Illezra simply nodded, and officially introduced you to the Duke, which you’ve heard her talk about for countless nights.

«I owe you a lot,» Illezra said, clutching your intertwined fingers against her chest, but you simply shook your head. The four of you spent part of the afternoon by yourselves, before joining once again the other guests and excusing yourselves for having ran off; you could not stop thanking Hyunjin for this surprise – you never thought you could meet Illezra in public ever again, but he simply shrugged anytime you mentioned it, leaning in to peck your lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

Despite the day went great and you felt the happiest you’ve ever felt, there was a thing you actually feared: your first night as a married couple. You and Hyunjin have made love a countless number of times by now, hidden in the shadows of your bedroom, but you knew about a particular fucked up tradition that royals had.

Apparently, both for good auspicious and in order to verify the first night of marriage was consumed, the heavy curtains of the canopy bed would be tightly closed while outside; few members of the court would wait for the couple to finish their intercourse.

Of course, both you and Hyunjin weren’t exactly happy about it, but you both knew that refusing this stupid ceremony meant that someone could have contested the veracity of the marriage.

Hyunjin sat right in front of you on the soft mattress of the room you’ll be sharing from now on, his legs crossed while mirroring your posture, looking at you with an amused yet shy smile. You shrugged, covering your eyes in embarrassment knowing that a layer of fabric was separating you and your husband from indiscreet eyes; you opted for re-adjust your positions in order to cuddle, chuckling at how surreal this situation was.

«I’m really not fond of having an audience.» you mumbled, caressing Hyunjin’s hair while he had his head on your chest; you felt him nod against your skin.

«Neither I am,» he admitted, shifting just enough to place his chin on top of your breast to look at you. «We don’t have to do anything, if you’re not comfortable.» he added, and you loved how considerate he was being once again. You sighed a little too loudly, immediately covering your mouth since that sigh could be misinterpreted, and Hyunjin’s head followed your chest’s movement with an amused smile on his lips.  

«As long as you hold my hand, I suppose I’m gonna be okay.» you furrowed your brows, running your hand through Hyunjin’s long and soft hair, and he closed his eyes in bliss at the sensation of your fingers playing with it.

«We can stop anytime,» Hyunjin mumbled, supporting his weight on his arms while hovering above you, «and just jump on the bed while moaning randomly.» he added, barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his childish yet mischievous expression.

A thing Hyunjin was exceptionally good was keeping promises; for the whole night, he kept holding your hand, from the moment his fingers were buried deep inside you, to the moment where his length was moving with hard and deep strokes. Hyunjin had one hand buried in the mattress, right next to your head, while the other was tightly intertwined with yours; while your free hand was tightly placed in front of your mouth to muffle your moans, despite the sound of the bed creaking and slamming against the wall was giving away pretty obviously that you decided to act up to your duties. 

Hyunjin was staring at you with hooded eyes, silently loving how your body was so responsive and sensitive to his touch; his eyes glanced to his left, and he stilled his hips inside you with a harsh thrust, making you whine while arching your back and closing your legs around his hips in the desperate attempt to make him sink deeper. Opening your eyes, you saw Hyunjin’s mischievous eyes focusing on the hand in front of your mouth, before he eventually shifted to partially support his weight on his elbow, his sweaty and hot body now pressed flush against yours, making you instinctively clench around his length.

«Let them hear, sweetie.» Hyunjin sinfully mumbled against your hear, slowly placing his right hand over the one you had on your mouth in order to slowly moving it away, allowing you to decide if you were comfortable with it. Once again, Hyunjin saw no trace of doubts in your eyes as he slowly leaned back, and he just smirked, moving his hips in order to create some friction between your bodies; you shut your eyes with a deep intake of breath, his stiff length filling you up just perfectly. «Let them know who’s make you feel so good» he added, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as his warm, big hand delicately caressed your body only for it to stop under your left tight just to lift it up while slightly spreading it even more. «Who’s making you this wet.» Hyunjin’s soft moans in your ear were about to make you see stars, and you sank your nails in his left hand – which was still interlocked with yours, as he proved his point with a harsh thrust which only made you whimper a loud «Please.»

Hyunjin’s cocky attitude only came out when you were having sex, so the fact that he kept moving in slow strokes while raising his eyebrow and mumbling an innocent «Please, what?» didn’t surprise you, on the contrary, it made you even wetter, if possible. If you thought that there was something fucked up about part of the royal court waiting for two people to finish their sexual intercourse while standing outside a canopy bed staring at some closed curtains, you also believed that there was something fucked up about both you and Hyunjin obviously enjoying it. There was something about Hyunjin’s body – how perfectly it moved against yours and how you felt like two puzzle pieces finally connecting, which always had the ability to bring you on your knees, figuratively and metaphorically.

«I’m yours, please.» you whined, already too far gone to properly answer to Hyunjin’s request, but he complied nonetheless, and he started to move at a slight faster place while holding your left leg higher, in order to have a deeper access into you.

The surreal situation you were in, added to Hyunjin’s praises on how good you were and how perfectly tight you felt, accompanied by the harsh movements of his hips, quickly helped you to build up your orgasm, and in return, your loud moans and pleads added to the fact that you kept writhing in pleasure under your husband’s body in order to feel even closer to him, quickly helped Hyunjin to quickly approach his own. Hyunjin came with a loud groan, his brows furrowed together and his eyes tightly closed as he buried himself inside you, and that vision alone triggered your orgasm as well. Hyunjin welcomed you back from your post orgasm state while rubbing your noses together, and you leaned in to peck his lips with a soft giggle while your heart softened at the feeling of your hands still locked together.

Both of you turned your attention to the sound of steps hurriedly exiting the room, and as the door closed, leaving you two finally alone, Hyunjin captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, his long strands of hair resting on your forehead in the process; you gently pushed on his shoulder, signalling him to roll back, and he eagerly complied, careful to not slid out of you as you were now sitting on top of him.

«Always so eager,» Hyunjin mumbled, his hands naturally gripping your hips as your mouth came in contact with the bare and sweaty skin of his neck, marking it up to your heart’s content. Now, you finally had the night for yourselves.

The following day, you and Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle to yourselves as apparently, the court’s member couldn’t hold your gaze any longer.

«Do you think we somehow scared them?» you whispered to him, hiding part of your face behind your pastel green fan.

«Probably,» Hyunjin chuckled, «And this is why I believe,» he said, circling your hips with his strong arms, «That in order to remind them who’s in charge, we should renew our vows every ten years.»

«You’re an pervert,» You blushed, hitting his shoulder with your now closed fan, «Once was more than enough.» Hyunjin hummed, giving you a playful smirk, «You definitely looked like you were enjoying it-»

«Hyunjin!» you laughed, placing a hand on his lips, in order to prevent him from finishing his sentence, and you quickly glanced around just in case someone could have heard. Something wet met the palm of your hand, and you retreated it, looking at Hyunjin with an incredulous yet amused expression.

«Did you just lick my hand?» you asked, and Hyunjin shrugged, before you both laughed together.

At least, your marriage wasn’t going to be boring.

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HOME AU (both famous and focusing on getting E in rehab and he notices he's little in rehab)

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a day at the races (changbin)

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pov: gn!reader x changbin

series: the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

word count: 2,074

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

(all images from Pinterest!)

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Horse races were not a popular sport in the country you came from. Sure, horses were used for transportation, either with a wagon or simply by riding on their backs; but racing? You had never heard of such a thing.

When Changbin, the Viscount of Hampden, showed up at the door to your family home with a bouquet of daisies and an invitation to the races, you could simply not decline. You had met Changbin briefly at the ball on the first night of the season. You remembered his cheery smile before you could think of his name when he knocked on your door a few days ago.

You grin at your reflection in the mirror. You are wearing a pale pink dress made of light fabrics that are well suited for the unusually warm day. The layers drape on your figure perfectly while allowing room for movement. You slip on a pair of fashionable white boots, similar to those of the equestrians you and Changbin will be seeing that day. You button up the countless buttons and lace the white strings through the loops, tightening them around the middle of your shins. Lastly, a maid hands you an extravagant, frilly hat. Its wide, lacy brim circles around your head, designed to shield your face from the sun. A small part of you thinks the hat is a little excessive, but you do have to admit that it compliments your dress perfectly.

Your pointed-toe boots click on the wooden floors of your family’s home as you make your way to the parlor. You sip on some water while waiting for Changbin to arrive. Only a few minutes after you had sat down, a soft knock on the door interrupted the quiet in the house. You jump a bit, excited and nervous for the day ahead. A butler opens the door and you hear Changbin introduce himself to the butler.

You walk to the foyer of your home, adjusting your large hat before coming into view. The Viscount smiles when he sees you; the bright smile you remember from the ball.

“My Lord,” you greet him politely, slightly bowing your head, making sure your hat doesn’t slip off your head.

“It is great to see you again, y/n,” he replies. “Shall we?” Changbin extends his muscular arm to you. You accept his gesture and walk down the stone path in your front yard to his carriage waiting in the road. A footman opens the door for you and Changbin. The Viscount holds your hand as he helps you into the carriage. You adjust your skirts as he climbs in after you. The footman closes the door and begins to steer the carriage in the direction of the races.

“Have you been to the races before?” Changbin asks, his voice chipper and full of excitement. You shake your head.

“We don’t have horse races in my country,” you tell him. His eyes widened a bit with curiosity.

“I’m sure you will enjoy it,” he replies. “My family has our best horse racing today. Personally, I think she can beat every other horse by a long shot.” He laughs, and you smile. You remember Changbin telling you about his family’s specialty in equestrian affairs.

“How long has your family owned race horses?”

“As long as we have been in Hampden. Centuries, at least,” he replies. You nod, astonished that he knows so much about his family’s background. “Oh, and look y/n! We are almost there,” Changbin says, beckoning for you to look out of his window. 

You lean over a bit, embarrassed to be in such close proximity to him when you have only spoken a few times prior. Outside of the window, you see pristine lines of white stables. Horses and their riders move around the area, warming up for the race. The carriage takes you and Changbin to the side of the track, which is surrounded by sets of bleachers. You giggle when you see the hats of some of the other patrons.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, smirking as he reaches his hand to you, helping you from his carriage.

“These hats,” you say, stepping onto the dry dirt. You pat the lace on the brim of your hat. “They are a little extravagant, don’t you think?” Changbin chuckles and looks around at the hats of the other attendees.

“Honestly, yes,” he whispers, leaning in closer to you. He eyes a woman who passes by wearing a bright yellow hat decorated with feathers. “Just wait until you see my mother’s,” he grins. You stifle a laugh, wondering just what this hat will look like.

Changbin loops his arm through yours and walks you down a dirt path. Many people greet him as he passes by. He kindly greets everyone, making jokes with some other young men his age about their bets on the horse that will win. He laughs at their jokes, his laugh sounding like a melody to your ears.

You stand by his side as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone welcomes you to their kingdom with kindness. You bow respectfully to each person you meet, unsure of the proper etiquette when greeting others in your father’s country.

Eventually, you and Changbin make your way to the tallest set of bleachers. He leads you to his family, who is sitting in a special, boxed area away from the other patrons. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, realizing that his family must get to sit in such a place for a reason. You feel unworthy of sitting in such luxurious seating on your first time at the races.

Changbin introduces to you his mother and father who excitedly welcome you to the races. You glance at Changbin with a knowing look after gawking at his mothers ruby red hat adorned with jewels, feathers, and various other decorations. He winks at you, and invites you to sit on a bench in front of his parents, next to his older sister and her husband.

You chat with his family as you wait for the races to begin. You find out that his family owns the arena and stables, which greatly impresses you. You tell them that you have never been to a horse race before, to which you are reassured that it is the most exciting sport one can attend.

Soon, the horses begin lining up at the starting line. Changbin explains every detail of the process to you. You nod and listen attentively, interested in learning more about the sport. His excitement makes you smile. You learn that Changbin himself trained Moonlight, the stunning, ivory-white horse that his family chose to compete for them. He answers the many questions you ask him about training her with detailed answers.

“Look to your right,” Changbin says at a pause in your conversation, discreetly pointing to the other side of you. You turn your head, feeling the weight of your hat on your head. Your eyes widen when you see the exquisitely dressed people sitting in another box similar to the one you are in. You snap your head back to Changbin.

“Is that the… royal family?” You sharply whisper, looking him in the eyes. He nods, grinning at someone on the other side of you. Your face pales when you realize how close you are sitting to them. You make sure not to move your eyes in the direction of the royal family, fearful of having to speak with them. Your mind reels with possibilities of the mistakes you could make in front of them.

Luckily, the races begin and distract you from your nervousness. The horses make a mad dash when the sound of a gunshot signals the beginning of the race. The patrons in the crowd cheer as their chosen horse runs past its competitors. Other patrons sigh in defeat when the horse they bet on falls behind. The horse Changbin’s family owns makes her way to the front of the line with swift leaps.

“Yes! Yes, Moonlight!” Changbin jumps out of his seat and cheers when she passes by a spotted horse. The jockey riding the horse tightly grips the reins as they round the tight corners of the track with precision. You find his excitement contagious and stand beside him, cheering on Moonlight. He claps his hands and turns to you, grinning from ear to ear. You return his kind smile, both of your eyes twinkling in the warm afternoon sunlight.

You begin to understand the inner workings of the horse races as you watch more competitions progress through the afternoon. You and Changbin animatedly talk through the races, placing friendly bets that you always end up losing. His family’s horse wins three more races, losing a fourth. Changbin smiles softly and shrugs.

“You can’t win everything,” he comments. You nod, exhausted from the long afternoon in the beating sun. “Would you like to see the stables?” he asks. You instantly perk up. 

“Yes, of course,” you accept. You bid goodbye to Changbin’s family and walk down the stairs of the bleachers. Changbin is congratulated by many people as you both make your way to the stables. You shield your eyes from the sun as you smile to the people who speak with him, recognizing many from the ball and those who introduced themselves to you earlier.

After pushing through the large crowd with Changbin, you finally arrive at one of the painted, white stables. He leads you into the stall at the end of the building, where you see Moonlight grazing on some hay. A stableboy is brushing through her long, white mane. Changbin greets him by name, and the stableboy hands the brush to him. You stand a distance away from the horse, a little frightened by her intense stare at you.

“Y/n?” Changbin says softly, continuing to brush the horse’s mane. “You can come and brush her, if you’d like.” He pushes a piece of dark, black hair from his face. You hesitate, but Changbin beckons you to come closer.

You step slowly, going to his side. He shows you how to gently brush Moonlight’s mane. You take the brush from him, your hands quivering as you nervously run the brush through her white hair. Moonlight whinneys in approval, making you yelp with surprise. Changbin bursts out laughing, and you shoot him a playful warning glance. He grins back at you as you begin to brush again. Your fear quickly dissipates as the soft movements of the brush cool your nerves. Changbin stands beside you, running another brush down the horses’ back to clean her fur.

After spending some time in the stables, you come to really like Moonlight. You feed her an apple from the palm of your hand, and you and Changbin giggle as she eats it in one bite. Though she scared you at first, you learn that Moonlight is very gentle. Changbin tells you she would never hurt a soul, which makes you smile, because you can see the same trait in him.

You wave goodbye to Moonlight as Changbin escorts you back to his carriage. You ride through the streets of the city along the river that cuts it in half. Changbin tells you about how he learned to ride horses, making you laugh with stories of how he consistently fell in his early days. He tells you how training Moonlight made her feel like one of his best friends. You had never realized what deep connections people could have with their horses, and Changbin’s obvious joy let you know that this was indeed true.

The carriage ride abruptly came to an end when you reached the front doors of your home. Though you were exhausted, you were sad that the day had come to an end. Changbin opened the carriage door and helped you down as you held your skirts.

“If there is another race again soon, I would love to attend with you again, Changbin,” you tell him, looking in his joyful gaze. He nods.

“And I would love to attend with you, y/n. Thank you for coming today,” he replies. You thank him again for inviting you and bid him farewell as he climbs into the carriage. With a happy heart, you enter your home and retire for the evening, still buzzing off the excitement of the horse races and your time spent with the Viscount.

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thank you for reading!

[moneeko]

minor antagonists; How do I think it should look?

I'm not going to talk about Gabriel or Nathalie. however, I wanted to talk about how I think characters like Chloe, Lila, and Felix should be on the show and interact with the main characters. This can be considered as rewriting. as you like.

Chloe Bourgeois; appears from the first season. And she is portrayed as a mean girl from a rich family. (canon) and ok until her failed redemption ark didn't appear: Chloe is the daughter of a politician (Andre) and a fashion critic (Audrey). She was raised baked by butlers and maids because her father was busy. when he appeared, he rewarded her with expensive gifts. Chloe knew her mother only from television and tried to impress by imitating her. (that's why she had no friends except for Adrien, others used for money) Chloe doesn't see Adrien as a romantic interest but as a friend, as she sees someone around him she is a typical bully/mean girl. She is always next to Sabrina. he does not see her as a friend but as a squire. And Sabrina sees her as a friend and role model (dress style etc) Generally from the canon, I love her episodes like queen wasp, showing that she learns from mistakes and tries to be good even though she is still mean. Redemption Ark, although it is sometimes mean (it has conflicts); Status: Anti-Hero ( Sympathetic villain)

Lila; Rossi

about Lila. I'll tell you about the boy when the episode of Volpin appeared, I thought it would be another super hero, but it turned out to be a villain. What if she was a superhero (traitor), I'll explain my idea to you. Lila Rossi is an exchange student from Italy. She is naturally pleasant and everyone believes her (charming and empathetic.) Everyone succumbs to her lies, but unlike the original, she uses such a range that is achievable (e.g. she does not lie that there was a must for Jaged but she was at every of his concerts, etc.) notes in in her diary lies to remember what she said so as not to make a mess. It is unknown where she got the fox miraculous, but she is the one who craves attention as Volpina claims she is stronger. Using your powers to your advantage. He makes a deal with the moth lord (You'll help me get the Miraculous and you'll be the hero) Lila agreed. In school life, however, she watched over her thirst for attention and fame as Vopina leads to the finals 3 and 4. Lila/Volpina manipulates Chloe into akuminizing for her parents. and Until Ladybug and Chat Noir lose all Miraculous.

status; As Lila Rossi (false donor)

Status as Volpina ; False donor Traitor

Felix Fanthon/Graham de Vanily

I love Felix. and may surprise you since it first appears (although the model could have been modified more). She's the perfect "bad" person to develop Adrien's personality. He hates his uncle (Gabriel) and wants to reclaim his family's breasts and the Peacock Miraculous for his mother. (I'll take a little from SentiAdrien/felix theories) The boy is close to his mother but cold to the rest, Amelie thinks it's because of the death of his father and sister (yes in my au Felix had a younger sister named Diana) The character of Felix, even as he pretends to be Adrien, tries to make him realize something, but Adrien does not understand what allows him to guess over time. Felix reluctantly joins Gabriel (as well as Nathalie and Lila) to help with the Miraculous but gave him the condition that he will give him the Peacock Miraculous. And thanks to him and Lilie, Gabriel manages to get the rest of the Miraculous (not counting the ladybug and the black cat) While there is a ball organized by Gabriel, Felix shows up. When Argos transforms and makes a Sentimonster (moon) which he calls her Diana (may be in the form of his sister) with her help she gets rid of the adults. And here comes a conversation with him with Adrien and Kagami. Thanks to this, Adrien understands and tries to help his brother after his sister's despair, to which Felix says that he has three people to protect (His mother / Amelie, Adrien and Diana ( sentimonster))

Status; Anti Hero

these are my ideas, an outline of what I would do with them. And uses it for the concept of a comic book with them.