#and ty to the person who suggested this trio!!

[shyhandart]

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[daizymax]

passionate | hhj (m)

summary: your greatest rival might actually be exactly right for you.

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: mafia!au, enemies to lovers, smut

word count: 6.2k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: profanity; smoking; explicit violence; vague/brief mention of systemic corruption; bantering; graphic sexual content; fingering; face sitting; unprotected penetrative sex; creampie

author’s note: i’ve wanted to write red-haired hyunjin for soooo long. hope you enjoy!

( click here to read on AO3 instead )

---

The airplane has not left the hangar yet. Good.

The three men surrounding the plane are clearly not happy to see your black SUV pulling across their runway. Especially the tall redhead.

Good.

Chris rolls the car to a smooth stop. The passive-aggressive hostilities start as soon as you both step out of it.

“It must be really serious if you came all the way out here to see me personally, Y/N,” says Hwang Hyunjin, the red-headed ringleader of the little trio. If you didn’t know better, you would think he sounds more amused than wary.

You take one last drag off your cigarette, sigh the smoke into the breeze, crush the butt on the concrete with the toe of your shoe. Your bodyguard stands to the side, hands folded neatly in front of him, calm and silent.

“You’re the one flying out of the country in the middle of the night, Hwang,” you say, practically spitting his name from your mouth.

“I’m not—”

You cut off whatever bullshit he’s about to spew with a wave of your hand. “One of your idiots intercepted one of my shipments the other day,” you say, cutting to the chase.

The idiot in question — a dark-haired young man with soulless dark eyes — does not look to Hyunjin for his reaction. The third man — blond and freckled — does not take his eyes off you, either. They are not worried, which means their boss already knew about this. Maybe even ordered it himself.

Fucking jackass.

Hyunjin crosses his arms over his chest. “So it was an hour or two late, who gives a shit? You got it eventually, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, minus two cases of ammo. I’m going to need those back.”

His lips twitch. “Hm, now you’ve lost me. I don’t know anything about that.”

“Is that so?” You crack your neck on both sides. “I suggest you keep the fuck up, Hwang.”

Chris moves, grabbing and firing his gun with practiced speed and precision. The dark-haired man grunts and falls hard to his knees, courtesy of the new hole in his right leg.

The idiot blond reaches for his own gun to return fire, but he is too slow, and Hyunjin brings his arm up to stop him. His refusal to let his man retaliate tugs at something inside you. The look on his face, the murderous glare he gives his own man…

You shake your head, refusing to let those thoughts linger.

“You have until seven A.M. to give my shit back,” you say, slipping back into the passenger’s seat of your car, “or else Chris is blowing up your fucking plane.”

---

It is six fifty-six in the morning when the doorbell rings. Chris, already fully dressed, opens the door to reveal your one and only red-haired pain-in-the-ass.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks straight away.

Chris answers with a question of his own: “Where’s her stolen ammo?”

Hyunjin scoffs, eyes crawling critically over the shorter man. “I’m not giving shit to a lackey. Move.”

“It’s fine, Chris, let him in,” you call out, tying your robe shut as you come hurrying down the staircase. The bottom of your silky robe sweeps across the floor.

Chris has barely stepped aside before Hyunjin is pushing past him, knocking his arm into the other man’s shoulder. Chris calmly shuts the door and puts himself between it and your unwanted yet expected guest.

Hyunjin is not paying him any attention anymore, however. His eyes are now raking over your slightly disheveled form, and there is an annoying smirk playing on his lips.

“Tell me something, Y/N,” he starts. “Do you still keep your gun strapped while you’re wearing that?”

You come to a stop a few feet in front of him and hug your arms under your cleavage. “I’ll show you my strap if you brought me my shit,” you tell him.

He tilts his head and lets his sly smile take full form on his plump lips. Then he looks to the side, combs his fingers through his dyed hair and says, “Felix is waiting in the car with your missing ammo.”

“Stolen ammo,” you correct. “Tell him to leave it in the driveway.”

“What, afraid I’ve rigged it or something?”

“Can’t ever be too careful with you, Hwang.”

He takes a step closer, then another. Behind him, you see Chris shift his weight. You look straight into Hyunjin’s green eyes and wait for him to speak.

He leans in close and says, “You’re the one who opened fire last night, sweetheart.”

You lean in closer, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear as you whisper, “That’s exactly why I’m expecting a trap.”

“Minho is fine, by the way,” he adds, as if you cared. When you say nothing, he continues, “All that for a couple cases of ammo? You’re something else, Y/N, you know that?”

“Wouldn’t have happened if you’d stayed on your side of the goddamn city.” Dropping your voice lower, you breathe, “Leave my shit in the driveway, then get the fuck out of my house, Hyunjin.”

He turns his face, and you swear you can feel his grin just from his breath. “Fucking love it when you say my name,” he whispers, practically moaning. His soft lips brush across your cheek, but it isn’t quite a proper kiss. Your breath hangs suspended in your chest.

He pulls away and gestures for Chris to move. When he steps outside, Chris watches from the doorway until you eventually see Felix back the familiar, vibrant blue sports car down the driveway and pull off.

Finally, you relax your tense muscles. “Son of a bitch,” you sigh under your breath.

Chris steps outside to retrieve your goods.

---

Sunday brunches with Jisung are a sacred thing. You know that. He does not have to remind you of it every time you’re late, but he does anyway.

“Well, well, well,” he tuts. “I was starting to wonder if little miss workaholic remembered where she carved out the couple hours for her bestie in between the other hundred and sixty-eight hours of the week.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry,” you mutter, yanking your sunglasses off your face and dropping them onto the table.

“What took you so long this time?” he asks. Three quarters of his mimosa is gone. “Wait, don’t tell me. Work, of course. Drinks are on you today.”

You gesture for him to hand you his menu. “I said I’m sorry.”

He sighs. “No, I’m sorry, it’s fine. Really.” He stares across the restaurant where Chris is negotiating with a family to give up their table so he can have it. “Why doesn’t he ever sit with us?” Jisung asks.

“He’s working,” you say flatly, scanning the menu quickly, even though you are ninety-nine percent sure you will order the same thing as always.

“He’s not a service dog,” Jisung says.

“Did I say that? Have you ordered already?”

“Just my drink— Oh, here comes the waiter.”

The two of you put in your usual orders — including another drink for Jisung on you — and the waiter whisks away again.

“So what was your super duper important work business?”

“I just had to oversee something across town. Hwang and I have been discussing some new borders.”

Jisung hums. “Does that mean you two have been getting along?”

You snort. “I wouldn’t go that far. He’s still as insufferable as ever.”

“Are you sure there isn’t a different kind of tension between you two? Like, of the sexual variety, maybe?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to fuck him.”

“But there is tension?” Jisung presses, big brown eyes shining playfully.

“There’s tension alright, but not that kind.”

Jisung sighs. “Whatever you say, Y/N. Have you been dating anyone else lately? What about your broody friend over there? Ever hook up with him?”

You look over to Chris. Of course he was successful in securing the table with the best view of all the exits and all the people in the place. He always is.

You lean forward on the table and ask, “Why are you so interested in my love life today?”

“Because I get the feeling it’s in shambles,” Jisung states plainly.

“Wow, thanks.”

He gives you a tight smile. “Okay, maybe ‘shambles’ was harsh. What I should say is… nonexistent?”

“Wow. Thanks again, dick. You know what, I don’t think I have a couple hours to spare for you this week after all. I think I’d rather go back across town and argue with Hwang some more.”

Chris looks over at the sound of your harsh tone, but when he sees you and your friend smiling at each other, he goes back to surveying the rest of the building.

“Tell me I’m wrong!” Jisung says, laughing.

You roll your eyes and scratch at your wrist. “No, you’re not wrong,” you admit. “There’s just… no time for all that. Besides, you know getting involved with me isn’t the smartest thing in the world.”

“Safest thing, you mean,” he says, reaching across the table for your hand. “But it’s all right, babe. That’s exactly why someone like Hwang would be—”

“Don’t say it.”

He lets go of you, raising his hand innocently. “If you already know what I was going to say, maybe you’ve been thinking it, too.”

There’s really no point denying it and lying to your best friend. “Yeah, maybe,” you say, looking away.

“And that’s fine, Y/N. It’s okay to be attracted to him. It’s okay to act on that attraction. Even if your life is dangerous, you can still date someone. Especially someone with the same lifestyle who could end up being a good fit for you.”

He probably isn’t wrong about that, either. When Jisung is wise, he’s very wise.

You smile at him. “And give up Sunday brunches with you? No way.”

He snorts. “Did I say that? Although, if you did start dating someone — not gonna name names or anything, but hypothetically, maybe someone with red hair and a killer smile? — then maybe I’d be willing to cut back to every other Sunday. Just saying. I’d be willing to make that sacrifice for the sake of your love life.”

Sometimes you think you only have Jisung in this world, but with his support, maybe you could have more.

---

After hugging and bidding your dearest friend goodbye, Chris starts to steer you toward the car, but you decide the day is too nice to head straight home. After your little pep talk with Jisung, you’re in the mood to just enjoy.

But the enjoyment is over before it even begins.

Chris does not argue when you start walking down the sidewalk toward the shops, but he does hurry to shove you behind him when a white sedan with heavily tinted windows pulls up. The passenger window slides down just far enough to fit the barrel of a gun.

You hear the muted shot. Your bodyguard grunts at the impact but remains on his feet. There is not a second shot. The unfamiliar vehicle is already peeling down the street, illegally weaving through traffic to make its getaway and dodge any potential return-fire. You’re too worried about your dutiful bodyguard to even think of shooting back, though.

“Fuck,” you whisper, grabbing Chris to spin him around. The hole in his shoulder is leaking crimson through his shirt. “Keep some pressure on that. I’m driving.”

Again, he does not argue.

At the hospital, you pull some strings to get him seen immediately. The bullet is extracted, the wound is cleaned and dressed, and Chris’s arm is put in a sling.

Before the PA leaves to send a prescription for a pain med off to the pharmacy, you slip her some money to keep this incident from being reported to the authorities. She’s new, so she hesitates to take it, almost too righteous for her own good. Eventually she caves. They all learn sooner or later it is always better not to fight you on these things.

---

Across town, Hyunjin is trembling with rage.

“Who the fuck did this?”

Both the blond and the dark-haired men stare ahead, somewhere past their boss.

“So help me god, speak up!” Hyunjin shouts.

The dark-haired man still refuses to meet his eyes. The blond steps forward, only to immediately be met with a resounding backhand to his cheek. His head swivels far around his neck, but he does not stumble.

“You fucking idiot,” Hyunjin fumes. He grabs the shorter man’s face, digs his fingers hard into the freckled cheeks. “I ought to put a bullet through your fucking skull for this. You don’t fucking touch her—”

“We didn’t—” Minho starts.

Nostrils flaring, Hyunjin grits coldly, “Oh, now you want to explain? Keep your fucking mouth shut or I’m shooting you in your good leg.”

He takes Minho’s ensuing silence for understanding and submission.

He turns back to Felix, intensifies his crushing grip on his pretty face and continues, “Don’t you ever cross the border and presume to carry out my will. Ever. You don’t touch her, you don’t speak to her, you don’t fucking look at her. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir, but we didn’t even—”

“AM I CLEAR?!”

“Yes, sir,” Felix repeats through his forcibly puckered lips.

Hyunjin pats the man’s face none too gently, effectively shoving him away in the process. Then he looks to Minho and says, “You, too. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

The leader of the trio smiles most unkindly. Felix tenses when Hyunjin suddenly snatches his arm, then gasps sharply when his ulna cracks. If he wants to go around shooting people, he’ll have to practice with his off hand now.

“Good,” Hyunjin spits, satisfied for now. He drops the blond man’s broken arm, shoves his shoulder hard. “Now get the fuck out of my sight. Both of you.”

After they are gone, Hyunjin waits a moment, listens, then proceeds to falter. His shoulders bow inward and he sighs shakily. There is a layer of sweat between his back and his shirt, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst from his chest.

Those two actually went to your side of town on a mission to hurt you. They actually could have shot you. They actually could have killed—

“God damnit,” Hyunjin whispers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

After a moment to compose himself and gather his thoughts, he heads out to cross the border himself.

---

Hyunjin expects someone different — someone new and probably temporary — to answer the door this time, but your minion is dutiful to a fault.

Even one-handed, even haggard-looking from a long day, Hyunjin knows the man will not hesitate to incapacitate him if he makes one wrong move.

Sure enough, bitter disdain hardens Chris’s eyes the moment he sees him.

Hyunjin raises his hands. “Listen, I’m sorry. I understand you want to maim me right now, but I’m here to apologize. I’m not even armed.” He opens his jacket, pats down his pockets, shows the other man his empty hands again. “Frisk me if you want. I’m just here to apologize.”

Chris regards him warily. After a long, tense pause, he steps aside to let the taller man in and close the door behind him. Hyunjin follows him into the kitchen and accepts the generous glass of wine he’s offered.

Once they both settle at the table, Hyunjin says, “First, I want you to know that I really am sorry for what happened today. I want you to know that attack was completely unauthorized. My men thought they were settling the score. I told them in no uncertain terms that they were not and their actions were totally unacceptable. Felix’s arm won’t be healing for a while.”

“You injured your own man?”

Both men look up at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin gets to his feet. “Of course I did,” he says.

“For shooting a rival?” you ask, skeptical.

“For shooting at you.” He takes a slow step toward you. “If he’d actually hit you, Y/N… if he’d actually hurt you, I— fuck, I would’ve thrown him out of a goddamn window.”

You meet his unwavering gaze. He takes another slow step closer.

“Chris,” you say, “you should get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

The man takes his cue. You meet his eyes, too, as he passes you. He gives you a small nod and leaves.

You take a breath and a step toward Hyunjin. “What would you have done if that bullet had killed me?” you ask.

Hyunjin visibly swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing hard. “I would’ve burned this stupid fucking city to the ground.”

Such a passionate statement. That’s what he is: passionate.

You wonder how much passion there would be if he kissed you right now.

He already knows what you’re going to do when you launch forward. He meets you with open arms and parted lips. You let out a tiny moan the instant your mouth crashes onto his, and he sighs as he pulls you flush against him by the small of your back.

The chair closest to you crashes to the floor when you kick it away. Hyunjin helps you onto the table, tongue fighting for dominance against yours, long fingers easily untying the sash on your robe. You have a similar goal in mind, shoving his jacket down his arms and hurrying to undo the buttons of his crisp white shirt to reveal the smooth muscles beneath. He opens the flaps of your robe just a second before you can do the same with his shirt.

His immediate reaction to your nearly-nude body is one of awe. His eyes rake up and down hungrily, his plush lips hang separated for a few seconds before he licks them slowly and clears his throat. “Hm. Unless there’s a knife hidden in those skimpy fucking panties, you’re not armed either,” he says.

“I’m going out on a limb here by thinking I’m not actually in danger with you.”

Hyunjin falters for a second at your vulnerability. His smile is much softer when he runs his hands up your bare thighs and says, “I’d never let anyone hurt you, Y/N. Least of all me. You have my word.”

You gulp and nod. “Take me. Please.”

The man does not tease you for sounding so soft and polite for once. He simply braces an arm against your back when you lift your hips off the table, then tugs your underwear down your legs with his other hand.

Once your pussy is exposed, Hyunjin sucks two fingers into his mouth, then brings them down to smear his spit against your folds. He does it again, sucks his fingers and brings them down, this time prodding those fingers into your opening to wet the inside, too. He curls his fingers a few times, too briefly connecting with that perfect spot before his fingers are gone again. The preparation is rushed, but you don’t mind, especially when he yanks his cock out of his pants and you see how hard it is for you already.

He tugs your bottom half closer to the edge of the table, then brings the ruddy head of his erection to your pussy and pushes in. The desperation and lack of foreplay is hot, but your body has yet to catch up to your brain, so the stretch stings more than it should, and you can’t help but hiss about when he tries to shove in another inch so soon.

After a few dry pushes and pulls, Hyunjin sighs and pulls all the way out.

“No, Hyunjin, what—” you whine, reaching for his hips.

“I know, but I’m tearing your pussy, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care, just want to feel you.”

Hyunjin swears under his breath and runs his thumbs back and forth across your spread knees. “Let’s slow down and do this right, hm? There’s no rush. I can stay all night, and I’ll still be here in the morning, if you want.”

As much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. There’s no need to hurry and let the sex be painful. Not when you have all the time in the world.

You nod. “Okay.”

He helps you off the table, stuffs his erection back into his pants as best he can and says, “Take me to the bedroom?”

Even as you oblige, taking his hand and leading him upstairs, you can’t help but tease, “This isn’t how I thought it would go. I really thought we’d hate-fuck in the kitchen for our first time.”

“Damn,” he laughs, “if only I wasn’t such a gentleman, huh.”

You laugh back. “Not my first choice of word to describe you, but I suppose you’re right.”

“Dare I ask what your first choice of word is?”

You pull him into your bedroom just to push his back against the nearest wall, fists balled into the flaps of his open shirt, eyes locked on his.

“Passionate,” you answer.

“Passionate,” he repeats, not exactly as a question, but testing the word. His hands rub your back through your robe, pressing you close to him again. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

He tips you backward, arms wrapped tight to keep you from falling. He trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and between your breasts. He nudges your robe aside with his nose to get to your nipple and roll his tongue against it in slow, deliberate circles. His touch is already doing wonders for getting you wet enough, but you get the feeling it will be a little while before he tries penetrating you again.

“Come here,” Hyunjin murmurs. He trades places with you, cradling the back of your head to keep it from knocking against the wall when your back hits it. “Can we take this all the way off?” he asks, tugging at your robe.

“Be my guest,” you whisper. The silk is barely hanging on to your body at this point anyway.

He peels it off your shoulders, letting it crumple to a heap on the floor. He exhales hard at the sight before him, eyes roaming over every bit of your naked body as if he didn’t just see most of it in the kitchen a moment ago.

He reaches down and cups you between your legs. You gasp at the heat of his hand trapping the heat of your most sensitive flesh. One of his fingers dips shallowly inside your hole. It feels a little wetter than before, but not by much. His other hand takes you by the hip.

“Sit on my face,” Hyunjin whispers. “Please sit on my face, I’m going to worship this fucking pussy.”

You swear you have a mini orgasm just from his words from the way your cunt clenches.

You grin from ear to ear and give his shoulders a little shove to get him moving toward the bed. He stumbles back a couple steps, and you do it again. He sits with a huff when the backs of his knees bend against the edge of your mattress, then smirks at you, waiting for your next move.

You hike a foot onto the bed beside his hip and tell him to: “Kiss it.”

Hyunjin looks to your crotch and smiles wider. He pulls you closer with one hand on your ass and bends forward to kiss your pussy with an open, eager mouth. The simple feeling of his pretty lips on you has your eyes fluttering and head tipping backward already.

He grabs your other ass cheek and tilts his face firmer between your legs, adding his tongue to his kisses to get you to moan for him, and it works. You moan and whimper with every flick of his tongue through your folds and around the hood of your sensitive clit. He has taken kiss it to devour it, and you are by no means complaining.

Soon, your knees are too weak to maintain this standing position, so you get Hyunjin to lie back so you can climb onto his face just as he wanted. There is hardly a break in his actions; he gets right back to eating you with the hottest fervor any partner has ever given you. He clearly knows how to use that tongue of his. It feels long and wide, licking everywhere at once. It feels strong, stroking your inner walls firmly.

He groans and sighs and whimpers along with every sweet noise you make, clearly enjoying himself every bit as much as you are. To hear someone as cool and calculated and dangerous and gorgeous as Hyunjin actually whimper so sweetly between your legs while eating you out is not something you ever thought you would experience, but now you’re not sure how you ever lived without it.

He wraps his soft lips around your clit and sucks hard. The noise and the sensation shoot straight through your nerves and you tremble hard above him, barely managing to keep your wits about you to keep from crushing his nose under your weight.

“Jesus, Hyunjin,” you say, head hanging from your neck, eyes shut tight. You lick your lips and whimper as he suckles your swollen bud as if it was your nipple. “You’re so good at this,” you breathe.

You expect him to comment on your rare compliment, but he only chuckles and continues his work of unraveling you. He sharpens his tongue and flicks it rapidly over your clit. He does it so well and so quickly that it pushes you over the edge rather unexpectedly, almost forcing your orgasm to surge through you.

“Oh fuck!” You slap your hand over your mouth and shiver through your high, riding his tongue with jerky, ungraceful motions of your hips to bring yourself back down from the waves of satisfaction. After what feels like five whole minutes, you slump off of him to the side and swallow hard, gulping for breath.

Hyunjin turns on his side with his head in his palm and grins at you. The lower half of his pretty face is glistening in your juices.

“You’re fucking hot when you come, Y/N,” he says. “Can’t believe it’s taken me this long to see your ‘O’ face.”

You laugh breathlessly and wipe your sweaty forehead. “Well, maybe I can come again on your cock.”

He rolls on top of you with a hum, still smiling. “Sweetheart, I would love for you to come again on my cock.”

His entry is much smoother now but still a tight, tight stretch. You gasp when his tip digs its way deep inside you, and he groans when he bottoms out to his aching balls.

“Holy shit, you just took it so well,” Hyunjin says, nuzzling his face into your neck rather sweetly. He holds his hips still against yours to give you a moment to adjust.

You exhale hard and will the walls of your cunt to relax around him just a little, but he still has you wound so tightly you almost feel like you could come just from a few thrusts of his long, thick cock.

It’s as if he can sense your thoughts. “Still so fucking tight from coming, aren’t you?” he whispers into your neck. His breath is hot and wet. So are his lips. “It’s alright, I’ll fuck you open nice and slow so you can feel every inch of what you do to me.”

He withdraws his hips until his heavy cock sits right at the edge of your hole, then pushes forward again. Your mouth falls open in a shuddering moan that he catches with a deep kiss. You clutch the back of his head, then the back of his neck, then his shoulders as he works up a rhythm with his gentle thrusts.

“Hyunjin,” you moan into his mouth.

He hums through another kiss, hand coming up to cup your chin so he can kiss you at the exact angles he wants. His other hand takes the back of your knee to hook your leg over his hip. His next thrust hits just a little deeper. It makes all the difference.

“God, that’s good,” Hyunjin groans lowly from his throat.

You wrap your other leg around him and hold on tight as he picks up the pace, composure cracking. He can’t help but seek more friction, and you smirk at the effect you have on him.

“Harder,” you urge him. “Hyunjin, harder, please.”

He lets out a tiny whimper, so much softer and sweeter than you ever imagined he could be capable of, especially paired with the way his hips buck harder and rougher into yours just as you asked.

He tilts his forehead against yours and stares at you with those hypnotic green eyes. His fiery hair falls into your eyes and onto your cheeks. His fingers dig into your cheeks for a second, then suddenly they are gone and in his mouth.

You watch in a daze as he brings those wet fingers down between your bodies to play with your swollen, sensitive clit. Your walls instantly clamp at the extra surge of pleasure, and he moans with you when he feels it. His other hand holds your hip to help steady you against his rough movements.

“Can’t… believe… I’m finally… fucking you,” he huffs between thrusts. His fingers draw clumsy circles against your clit, but it will be enough to get the job done so long as he keeps the pace.

You let a laugh slip. “Could’ve had this pussy sooner if you weren’t such an ass,” you say.

Hyunjin smirks down at you. He switches tactics with his fingers and presses his thumb to your clit instead. The figure-eights he draws into it are much smoother now.

“Don’t lie,” he says. “You liked the games.”

“Maybe a little,” you admit. “I liked seeing you in leather pants more, though.”

He swears under his breath and rotates his thumb faster against your slippery bud. His thrusts go from staggering to even and back again as his pleasure threshold approaches its limit.

“I’ll wear them every fucking day from now on if you want,” he says.

“Just to keep this pussy wrapped around you?”

“Mm—uh, fuck—whatever it takes to k-keep you on my arm.”

You shove your weight against him until he gives and rolls onto his back. He slips from you in the process, but you correct that by getting on top of him and sitting straight down on his wet cock. His eyes roll back in his pretty head over the rush of sensations in the span of a few seconds — surprise, disappointment, white hot bliss.

You lean down to press your lips to his ear. “Your dick is good, but I’m not a little trophy wife.”

Hyunjin grins up at you when you pull back. “Who said anything about being a wife?” he asks. He tries to thrust up into you. You press your hips down harder to keep him from moving too much. “I think you’re moving too fast for me, baby,” he says.

You bounce quickly on his lap, harder than you have ever ridden anyone, as if you have something to prove. His eyelids flutter again over the feeling of your velvety cunt sliding up and down and up and down along his throbbing length.

“Fast enough for you?” you ask, breathing hard through a smirk.

“Fucking— use it, Y/N,” Hyunjin pants, too lost in his pleasure now for any more smart ass remarks. “Use my dick to get yourself off. Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

He tries to grab hold of your hips, but you take his wrists and guide them up above his head and press them into the pillow instead. You keep bouncing, swiveling your hips a little with every drop to make it extra good for both of you.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” you say, kissing his cheek rather tenderly, then licking the salt and tang of his sweat plus your lingering arousal off your lips. His face and neck and chest are flushed the lightest shade of pink from the sex.

You trail your lips down the side of his neck, shove your hand down to play with yourself while you ride him. Hyunjin looks down to watch you do it, biting his deliciously plump lip and moaning without shame. You love hearing him be so vocal for you rather than trying to suppress his noises.

You gift him with a moan of your own and lean back to get your feet under yourself to help with your movements. He moans louder at the change in view — your legs spread over his hips, pretty pussy on display for him as much as it can be with your hand in the way. Even without you pinning him down anymore, he keeps his hands right where they are on the pillow. Maybe you’ve fucked him boneless already.

“So fucking close,” you whimper, leaning your free hand on his leg behind you just to keep yourself upright. His hips rise to meet your drops and help your orgasm along. You can tell he’s not far off from his, either. His eyes have that glassy, fucked-out look in them.

“Me too,” he grunts. “You’re gonna have to **pull off f-fast after you come, sweetheart, unless you — mm, shit — w-want me to come inside you.”

“Yes,” you say, completely out of your mind with lust. The thought of not having him inside you is too insane to bear right now. “Come in me, Hyunjin, please, please, need you to come.”

You expect him to remark on that. Something about knocking you up and you carrying a miniature version of himself inside you and being connected to him forever by your child… but he doesn’t say any of that.

“Come on me and I’ll come in you,” Hyunjin promises, smirking rather cockily for someone so fucked out.

He brings his hands to your hips again, and you let him this time. His grip is warm and firm and possibly the only thing keeping you grounded as another orgasm quakes through you, every bit as hard and fast as the first. You tremble hard over Hyunjin’s body, rocking shakily on his lap with the head of his cock pressed as hard to your gummy spot as you can get it, fingers flying over your clit to ride out every bit of ecstasy you can manage.

Hyunjin swears at the sight of your sweaty body convulsing over him, your head tipped back and perfect mouth parted in the sweetest moan he’s ever heard, your pussy clenching him repeatedly to coax out his own orgasm. He releases a heavy load of warm cum into you with a rumbling groan and a few more thrusts into your spent cunt to milk out every drop.

He gathers you in his arms when you collapse onto his heaving chest. His heartbeat is loud and erratic in your ear. Your breathing is loud and erratic to match.

“Fucking hell,” he swears under his breath, then swallows hard through his dry throat. “That was—”

“A long time coming?”

“—incredible.”

You giggle. “Right. That too.”

You lift off his softening cock and slump to the side. Hyunjin turns with you, keeping his arms wrapped loosely around you. You reach out and tuck some of his sweaty hair behind his ear.

“Was that everything you imagined?” you ask, voice soft and a little hoarse.

He sighs happily with a smile. "Even better,” he says. “Was it good for you?”

You pluck his bottom lip with your thumb. “Couldn’t you tell how much I loved it?”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

You peck his lips once, then twice, then say, “You’re right, it was incredible.”

Hyunjin breaks into a wide, dimpled grin. “Say it again.”

“It was incredible.”

“No, the first part.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “You were right.”

“Thank you.”

He kisses you again, and the two of you settle into a comfortable, exhausted silence with his head tucked onto your chest and your chin resting on the top of his head. His breathing evens to the point where you think he must be asleep, but you speak up again anyway.

“Can’t believe you broke your man’s arm for me.”

Hyunjin takes a slow breath, inhaling deeply, exhaling quietly. “What can I say, sweetheart? I’m passionate like that.”

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[soleilnomoon]

Hi! Congratulations on the milestone!

I just found your blog pretty recently but I'm hooked with your writing ♡♡ Love your style and how you portray the characthers! I'ts the firts time I make a request for a writing blog so I'm kinda excited ☺

May I request a cafe con leche, an eclair, a brownie and a lemon drop with whipped cream please? I'd like to share it with Sanji from One Piece and if it's okay could it be with a female reader please?

Thank you so much! Hope you have a great day/night ♡♡♡

hi! omg thank you so much ପ(◍•ᴗ•◍)ଓ welcome, welcome 😊i'm so glad you requested sanji i love him so so much 😭💗 anyway, ty for being patient, i hope you enjoy this lil' treat 🥰️

1.3k words, fem reader, sfw, slightly suggestive (nothing major), 18+, mdni, fluff & a teeny tiny bit of angst (i can't help myself), smoking, alcohol mention; i love putting sanji in situations that ruin his life <3 except this isn't very life ruining but it could be; reader is just as obtuse as he is; nami, robin, brook, luffy, and zoro make appearances!

it takes four cigarettes, two full cups of tea, and a shot of vodka for his nerves to settle — not entirely, but enough for him to breathe properly. it’s frenetic, an incessant buzzing underneath his skin — pricking him sporadically, the energy that builds forces a momentum to power through him, which is the cause of his pacing. the sunny isn’t nearly long enough, nor expansive enough for sanji to rid himself of this excessive amount of energy.

nerves, he tells himself bitterly, just nerves. nothing serious.

a fifth cigarette truly drives his point home, the smoke clinging to his shirt, convincing him otherwise.

he’s not sure what brought about the anxiety; maybe it’s because he’s not entirely convinced that you agreed to go out with him genuinely — surely it’s primarily because of your charitable personality, where you take pity on the less fortunate. a frown settles on his lips, a sliver of smoke easing its way out of his parted lips, that familiar ache in his chest has his thoughts spiraling for the duration of the morning.

no matter how many times you seek him out, he’s always busy, always in the middle of conversation — almost as if he’s choosing to deliberately avoid you. it’s a bit disheartening, but you try to rationalize and shoo away those pesky feelings of doubt. you’re sure you’re overthinking it, and he’s sure he’s not thinking enough about everything.

with the ship sitting quietly near an abandoned shore, your crew mates gather supplies to build a bonfire. you tell nami, robin, and brook beforehand that you’re stealing sanji away for the day — luffy and zoro overhear, with the former complaining because who will cook our pirate lunches now? and the latter snickering to himself about how the idiot cook’s absence will make the bonfire better.

you ignore them both, prepare for your outing. brook helps with your hair, robin with your makeup, and nami with your outfit. while you could’ve done it yourself, you’re much too nervous to keep your hands steady. the trio teases you about it, brook in particular laughing too loud which prompts nami to kick him out immediately. the mirror reveals a much more delicate version of yourself, one that has your cheeks flushing — although, you’ll convince yourself later it’s just the blush that robin applied earlier — and makes you reconsider the entire thing.

“no, no,” nami says firmly, grabbing your arm and half-dragging you out of your room. “it’s about damn time you two sort this out, so go. shoo!” robin laughs softly in the background, wishes you all the luck — even ominously mentioning to keep your wits about you.

just in case, she adds afterwards.

not wanting to dwell on her foreboding tone, you walk quickly off of the ship to meet sanji.

in a fresh set of clothes, hair coiffed to his liking, sanji reminds himself to breathe. it won’t do if he can’t even manage to get through this outing, especially since nami already assured him that no one would bother them for the rest of the afternoon. he wonders if she secretly has a vested interest in wanting him to succeed — but, really, it’s that she thinks you two are a good match. very rarely do unions come together so nicely, and since the rest of your crew mates can be immature, she threatened them all to keep quiet or else.

you appreciate her dedication, even laugh to yourself when you see luffy struggle to keep his comments and questions to himself. already all of your doubt melts away, clearing your head, allowing you the capacity to fully soak up the sight of sanji. it’s actually painfully obvious how much you like him — well, except to him — and now that he’s asked you out, you’re nervous that he’ll find that he really doesn’t want to spend time with you.

but, robin assured you one night, that yours was not a one-sided tragic love affair, but one that has the potential to end in happiness. you laughed at her words, although her expression was resolute, almost as if she truly believed that. you avoided her for a few days after that, not liking the way her words stamp onto your skin — like ink, permeating deeply, infiltrating your thoughts, controlling your actions — and make it difficult to talk to him.

during that time, he assumed he did something to upset you, and worked tirelessly to make it up to you. the guilt sits on your chest when you stand in front of him, his smile — a dazzling, dizzying affair — greets you. a warmth you desperately try to ignore, that incinerates the residual resilience you built towards him over the years, exponentially grows in strength when he offers his arm for you to take. your eyes drift lower and you grab his hand instead, lacing your fingers together and gently tugging so he can walk with you.

“c’mon,” you insist, trying to ignore the way your cheeks continue to betray you, the flush barely noticeable until you turn your face. you can feel the curious gazes of your nosy crew mates on your back and you ignore them, ignore the way sanji is looking at you, perplexed — as if he can’t quite figure you out — and insist that he walks now.

“what’s the rush?” he says after you walk with him for a bit, “we have all afternoon.” not that it matters much to him, he’s just really happy you’re indulging his selfishness. and if you knew that that’s what he was calling it — you’d convince him otherwise. it’s not selfish to want to spend time with someone you care for, especially when you’ve known them for a while.

the town is relatively quiet when you head to the shopping plaza; he scoped out the area earlier, found various places for you to visit — ones he was sure you’d like — and eventually his nerves settle down at last. you’re in the middle of lunch at a café, quietly sipping on your drink, when he admits that he didn’t know why you agreed to come out with him.

“don’t get me wrong, i’ve always wanted to spend more time with you,” he continues, fingers drumming along the table — a nervous habit, you note and look at him carefully. there are more things he wants to say, but can’t; it’s not the right time, nor is it the right place, but you interject anyway.

“sanji,” say slowly, hands moving to smooth down the nonexistent wrinkles on your skirt. if you don’t tell him now, you’ll always find a reason not to in the future. so, you just blurt it all out. “i like you, that’s why.”

silence hangs between you and you fear you’ve said the wrong thing; did you misinterpret things? was robin wrong? your skin pales as your mind pummels you with possibilities and unease sidles along the bottom of your stomach. but when you look up at him again, you realize his silence isn’t out of any inherent disgust or discomfort, but because he’s still processing what you said.

splotches of pink take permanent residence on his face, neck, and ears. your brows raise slightly and you find yourself laughing softly — at your own stupidity to see the truth for what it was. you reach a hand out and grab his again, thumb caressing his skin with slow swipes. somehow, all of that calms him down, and he’s able to look at you properly.

“right,” he clears his throat, but elation takes over and he can’t think straight, “i like you too.” which is a given, but since you said it, the natural course of action is for him to say it too. you know that when you get back to the ship, there will be so many questions, but you’ll cross that bridge later. for now, you’ll enjoy the remainder of the afternoon without any interference from the others, and make the sort of memories that you’ll add to your arsenal of mini-lullabies to keep you comfy late at night.

[superwingscentral]

Pirate AU Masterpost (AU name pending)

since im a person who like to make aus that does not fit with the canon at all, im gonna go all batshit with this one lets go. i havent made proper aus in a long time hhhh

my english went scrawny all over in some places so im sorry for that :'D this post is also extremely messy so buckle up yall

They're gonna be humans in this AU, because I have no idea how to incorporate planes in a setting like this. (also i think it may or may not fit since 'advanced tech'...does not really exist. it isn't set during old times though, it doesn't have a clear time period because it isn't set in our earth.)

The characters don't have clear designs, but FYI, I'm personally going to use my own gijinka designs for visuals like 'screenshot redraws' in this.

Anyway...if you have questions or suggestions, you can ask away! (they help a lot to build my art/stories geniunely + also i think this post is all over the place oh god)

Some parts were inspired from the suggestions given by @stormvanari , ty so much!!!✨️✨️

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This world is filled with islands, but without a clear bridge between them. So the only and the safest way of transportation is with, well, ships. This includes supplies too.

Pist, one of the small islands, took charge of transferring supplies to the other islands due to its location, under the name of "World Delivery". "WD" in short. (the reason for that is the amount of way to the other islands are pretty much same. Although visitors are not really common in the island, even if it's in the center of the whole ocean. It's not a touristic place. People prefer going to Gire, or Dimdi.)

Jimbo-Sky-Storm are 3 of the residents in Pist, and they are in the charge of this delivering organization. Jimbo is the head of it, Sky and Storm are second-hands.

A client sends a letter to WD about what they want, and boom. If there are smaller orders, they'll be sent by small ships. If the order clashes with a supply delivery, it'll be sent with a big delivery ship. Still fast. (residents of pist usually go to there themselves to order. its close)

There is a factory in Pist to produce the supplies (although rumors say the trio uses an extra deal to make their delivery items because there are almost no workers in the factory...)

Storm manages the factory, Sky is in the charge of managing the delivery ships.

There are many ships that work directly for World Delivery HQ (most of them being Pist residents), but there are freelancer ships that come to help them from time to time.

(I divided them in a quite strange way honestly, because I didn't want to seperate the s1 quartet or some 'squads' sorry xP Also FYI: there are many ships. So they don't only consist SW characters. Think of them as...extras? yeah that. i wanna make them go on a long trip once and i dont wanna put wd out of business)

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The main ships in the AU (not all of them work in Pist but when they pass by they do work for them sometimes. i was gonna put them all under the same workplace but then scrapped that)

Speedy (they're still working on the name. the other three teases the hell out of jett because of this): Consists of only Jett, Dizzy, Donnie, Jerome. Smallest ship with a crew of only 4 people. They reside in Pist, and they're the only ship out of all the SW ships that is actively working for WD.

(well, except for the time they all suddenly disappeared one day on a journey. Turns out they sneaked out.)

Neptune: Mira, Bello, Swampy, Wily, Sparky, Neo. They never stay on islands, instead they live in their ship. It's bigger than Jett's, so it has extra rooms for other things like a greenroom. Speaking of, the crew has a reputation of making herbs and medicines due to their master use of plants (thanks to the captain and her first mate.) They pass Pist by all the time, and help them deliver things, mainly medicine.

Goldstar: Paul, Kim, Badge, and numerous other officers. They're a security ship, and Blackbird is number 1 on their hit list. They're usually sent by Miz, to catch thieves and sometimes to hunt monsters. (But the crew of Goldstar has no idea about what Miz is doing after they hand over the criminals or the monsters, because they're constantly on missions.)

Although their beef with Blackbird's captain is a personal case, not Miz's (mostly for Paul).

Loyalty: Grand Albert's restored historical ship. He travels between islands, along with his students (the top student being Narae) He used to be a famous adventurer that fought thieves who stole artifacts and returned them to their homeland, but now he retired and in prefarence of a slow, peaceful life. He's now sailing a ship-library and is open to visitors. Somehow pirates don't get too close to him.

He also has a granddaughter named Ellie (who is also his student) but she left due to her wish to sail to adventure with her own friends.

Galacti: The most mysterious ship possible. Nothing much is known about them, except for one thing: They're seen during the night. Their morals and goals are also unknown. They're also known as the ones who only know the safe ways to the North. And they home several magical artifacts: ancient spell books, weapons, mystic plants, etc. All of them are wanted by Miz, especially the captain.

Blackbird: The most notorious ship, with the crew of ruthless thieves. They love to mess with the other ships, they ambush the delivery ships while on their way, steal their goods, and scatter the 'useless' ones to the ocean for ships to crash on and sink.

Rumor say the captain Phantom used to navigate a security ship, and people wonder what led him down this path.

No one knows which islands are the crew is from, but they know for a fact that they can sail to the waters in South effortlessly. (The waters in South are also violent, so majority of security ships sunk in hopes of investigate the island.)

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Tech is a bit weird in this AU. It does not exist, but it does at the same time. Phones, internet, or holograms, those stuff doesn't exist, for example.

There's a thing. It's not a common thing, it's a rumor in some islands, it's forbidden to use or even speak of it in some islands–

It's magic. Yep.

Big islands like Miz forbid anyone to ever talk about. Ironically, the most powerful professional magic user is from Miz.

Small islands like Pist though, it's mostly a rumor in there.

Anyway, the magic in this AU mostly relies on spells. Only some certain people can do it. For example, rumor say the mysterious ship Galacti can use magic effortlessly (especially the captain). But the island of Miz, the island the captain is from, can't catch them because the ship is literally invisible.

There's also another type of magic. It's not like a 'wizard-y' type, or done with spells. It affects the physical appearence, like 'monsters'.

Sea creatures are the only known 'monsters' at the moment but there are some research for other possible 'monsters' alive.

There are 3 different sea 'monsters' rn:

The 1st type: Your good ol' cliche sea creatures. They live underwater all the time, cannot go up to surface. Some of them look like a giant squid but some of them have humanoid appearence (like sirens). They're the most common.

The 2nd is: Luca-style. They appear as humans when dry. One of the main ship captains is this. No wonder she rescues people so swiftly from the water? Also the new lackey in Blackbird too, but with the addition of a siren voice.

The third type is a curse that turns the person into a fish, then a bubble. They start to appear as scales under eyes, then ears start to look like fins. At the end of two days they will turn into a full fish, then foam (curse you little mermaid /j). It has a solution though, but it can only be found in the north side of the ocean. Sadly, most people who got cursed end up meeting their demise because the North is even harder to reach than South. The ones who do would still have some side effects like: constant need for hydration and the transformation into a mer-person when dove into water.

(this is completely inspired by that one episode where jett and jerome turn into mer...planes???)

〔 There is also another type of magic, but not a third-type. Instead it's a sub-category, because this one also relies on spells. But instead of performing with bare hands, an object like a wand is needed. 〕

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That's all! For now. I didn't write character introductions, because i didn't know where to put them in (alao the post would be way too long + i haven't written all of them yet.)

Idk if I write a fic based on this. Maybe I'll write snippets?

When I make the outfits, I'll maybe draw 'fake' screenshots?

[dojae-huh]

hi:)! i’m a new nctzen,i found out about nct maybe 3 months ago? so i don’t really know much about anything haha. Anyways,since i found this blog,i have to say my perspective of jaedo has changed; mostly bc i used to be a dotae/taedo enthusiast,but some of the things i saw recently have made me question that. So i wanted to ask if there’s any timeline that you might’ve done in the past that could make me see things a little better,or,if you don’t mind,could you tell me more about the confession period? I’m really intrigued by that. Also if it’s not too much,I wanted to ask about the johndo fall out,do we know when it happened? From the recent content it seems as if they’re closer than ever,and I also think part of that is bc when Ty inevitably goes to military service it’s going to be quite hard on dy🥺,so he’s going to be relying on jn A LOT I feel like. Anyways sorry for the super long ask,have a great day!

Hi, welcome to the fandom.

I suggest you form your own opinion about the boys by watching official content (YT shows on NCT channels and appearences on programmes like Weekly Idol) rather then listening to the fans on twitter. I've noticed that even me, who is a very stubborn person, get my perception of idols changed due to influence of others (the annoyance from the stans is transferred by association on their bias). I have to do "reality check" and correct my view of an idol from time to time, get rid of the accumulated slime of prejudice.

I do have a post with a timeline of sorts, however, I won't be able to find it now. I'm certain JaeDo got together in Spring of 2018, probably in May. I strongly suspect Jaehyun confessed during the last days of 2016 and was initially rejected. I think it because Doyoung was in denial about his orientation and was spooked. He took half a year or so to think about the ordeal, then another half a year to weight in all the options, and a few months to become certain about his final decision and find the right moment for his own confession.

Jaehyun once said he is the type to tell his feelings straight out, to confess. He probably chose the end of 2016 because: a) Doyoung became a fixed part of 127, the future together in one unit was guaranteed, b) Jaehyun turned 20 (Korean age), he became an adult, so could demand to be treated as a grown up, seriously, and not as a child (you will see fans talking about Jae being the original nest baby, the first maknae, he was Do's cute dongsaeng), c) some Doyoung's actions/words could have made Jae be positive Do is also into boys.

The confession period has its own tag. The list of tags is in the header.

I don't follow any Johnny or JohnDo accs, so I don't notice the changes as quickly as with JaeDo. It is mostly other fans who alert me about changes with other neos and I start paying close attention to see for myself if their suspicions are true. Doyoung had a fall out with both Ten and Johnny around NCT2020. We don't know the reason. I can't tell if it was a one big fight or things worsened over time. Johnny and Doyoung promoted in different teams, so didn't interact much. The tension became apparent during 2021 and 2022 lives and programmes. The way they interacted and reacted to each other changed, the comfortable easiness to their rapport dissapeared. Johnny succeded in making Doyoung forgive him by the end of 2022. Currently they are back to how they were in the past, they even do lives together.

Most neos fought at one point or another. Even TaeDo. Doyoung even consulted a manager what he should do about him not getting along with Tae, and got a reply "deal with it, you will work together anyway".

I don't think JohnDo has anything to do with Tae. Doyoung doesn't rely on Johnny emotionally the way you suggest. He is "the oldest brother" in the unit. JohnTaeDo never formed a close-knit trio of their own. It was always JohnTae/TaeDo/JohnDo. If anyone, I expect Do to rely on Haechan as support more in the upcoming years when he will be the leader of the unit.

[chaewandz]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ rose ꒰ nishimura riki x fem!reader ꒱

chapter 05: the little victorian boy outfits

“so why didn’t you two stay in contact?” joonie asked, arms folded across her chest in utter disbelief.

“I wasnt allowed to.” y/n shrugged her shoulders, careful not to disrupt the seamstress who was currently dressing y/n in her ballgown.

“I guess this means he had a crush on you?” isa realized, raising her eyebrows.

“SHHH. NO MORE COMMENTARY ON THIS.” y/n declared.

“so the competition is over before it even starts…” sakura frowned. “it’s unfortunate. I was really hoping to see them all fight for you in the haunted house.”

“what do you mean over? JUST BECAUSE WE WERE FRIENDS IN FRESHMAN YEAR MEANS IM AUTOMATICALLY GONNA PICK HEESEUNG?” y/n’s jaw dropped.

“well yeah?” youngeun replied like it was obvious.

“you guys stress me out.” y/n shook her head.

“pick sunoo so I can get free makeup.” isa suggested.

“NO PICK SUNGHOON! rich power couple I’m telling you!!!” sakura argued.

“yeonjun is so fine though. can we take the ones you reject??” youngeun asked.

“can you just put your fucking dresses on.”

the girls laughed, dashing to the clothing rack that held their ballgowns.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh back at her friends and their over the top excitement after only seeing the suitors through a television screen.

“do you think she was watching?” heeseung asked, tying his shoes as he sat on the same leather couch as before the red carpet.

“I’d like to think so. i mean she wouldn’t miss our first appearances would she? or maybe she couldn’t because she was busy getting ready- I don’t know.” jake was clearly nervous, playing with the cuffs of his pants.

“dont be nervous!” heeseung interjected. “if you’re clearly nervous around her then this is all just gonna go wrong very quickly. she’ll also be able to tell if you’re nervous.”

“how do you know???”

“because you are so bad at hiding your emotions!” heeseung responded without missing a beat. it was a believable excuse anyway.

jake playfully nudged his shoulder and the two moved to sit in front of a mirror to get their hair done.

“are we gonna have to dance…” hueningkai whispered in disbelief.

“oh my god are we- this is it for me. this is really it. I’m going to trip and fall and embarrass myself. might as well leave now to avoid the embarrassment.” beomgyu had his head in his hands.

taehyun just let out a deep sigh as he rolled his eyes.

“why do I always have to be the sensible one? hueningkai, yes you will have to dance. but the steps are easy and she isn’t gonna choose you based on your dance skills, it’s based on YOU! beomgyu, if you walk out of that door I’m going to smack you across the head. you won’t trip and fall. you will dance with her, just like all of us will and you will be a normal human being. both of you please get it together i am begging.” taehyun basically gave them a lecture, standing in front of the two who sat terrified on the couch.

“appreciate it mate.” beomgyu whispered in fear.

“fair enough.” hueningkai muttered.

“beomgyu please stop with the british accent-“ taehyun nearly slapped him right then and there.

“IT COMES OUT WHEN IM NERVOUS!!!”

“thats what she said.” hueningkai giggled.

taehyun was appalled, beomgyu nearly died laughing.

a usual sight among the trio.

“jay i do respect you, but don’t you respect me as well? cant you at least accept the fact that you aren’t the only person on the earth to like the princess??” jungwon tried his best to approach jay calmly, but he could feel himself slowly losing it.

“of course I respect you jungwon. you’re my best friend for gods sake. and yes. i know I’m not the only person to like her, I just never thought you would feel the same! not when you spent so much time listening to me rant about how much I liked her!” jay never meant to snap at jungwon, he was right about how much their friendship meant to him. but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of betrayal he felt.

jungwon sensed his change in demeanor and slowly sat down on the couch next to him, staring at the ground.

“I fucked up. i shouldve at least mentioned my feelings towards her beforehand. I’m sorry for breaking your trust, thats probably what I’m most upset about in this whole situation.” jungwon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I guess a part of me knew I’d upset you, and that’s why I kept it from you. i also knew that if I didn’t apply then I would regret it for the rest of my life. i didn’t even expect to get in, and I definitely didn’t expect both of us to.” he fidgeted with his hands, still not looking up from the floor.

“and im sorry for snapping at you. i know you didn’t have bad intentions, you never do. thats like close to impossible for you.” jay chuckled, patting jungwon’s back, making him laugh as well.

“is it possible for us to be good?” this was when jungwon finally lifted his head to look jay in the eyes.

“i think so. why don’t we become each other’s wingman or something?? truly I’d take anything over us fighting or our friendship ending.”

“wingman it is.” jungwon extended his arm to shake jay’s hand, a symbol of a truce.

jay shook his hand and smiled.

“now that we’re good, can we practice dancing? this will be so humiliating otherwise.” jungwon laughed.

“of course.” jay nodded, the two getting up to practice dance steps.

“who was stopping me from putting on a silly little victorian boy outfit before today. seriously. because I look a little too fine??” sunghoon turned and strutted around the dressing room towards the mirror.

niki and sunoo just exchanged looks of disgust.

“I feel embarrassment for you. how is that possible? why do I care about how you choose to humiliate yourself?” niki crossed his arms.

“stop being jealous, you will get wrinkles my dear riki.” sunghoon looked him up and down, then went back to strutting around.

“I desperately need to be out of this dressing room away from you both.” sunoo continued doing his makeup, with his own products of course.

“you’ll fall and break a bone trying to dance at the ball. that seems worse than a couple wrinkles but that’s just me.” niki sighed sarcastically.

“whatever you say grandpa!” sunghoon shrugged his shoulders.

then niki threw one of sunoo’s makeup wipes at him and ran and hid in the bathroom before sunghoon could even fight back.

“how is it that he’s always running from us somehow.” sunoo wondered, thinking back to when niki walked out on their photoshoot.

“he needs to be humbled.” was all sunghoon said, sunoo whispering “the irony…” back without him hearing.

“the red carpet was even better than I imagined it to be. all of the photographers were so excited to see us??” yeonjun looked like he could start jumping around with the amount of energy he had.

“I know! I’m even more excited for the ball… I bet she’ll look so pretty… let’s not look stupid yeah?” soobin adjusted yeonjun’s hair.

“of course. I feel like the embarrassment from rugby is still there I really don’t want to relive anything close to that…” yeonjun shuddered at the thought.

“impossible. that was definitely rock bottom for you, I’m not sure you can hit it again so you’ll be good!”

“thank you soobin.” yeonjun smiled, even though he was being teased.

“of course! it also won’t be raining so the odds of you slipping-“

“ok you made your point.”

the two burst into laughter and went back to fixing each other’s hair and outfits.

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author’s note: ok so to recap! y/n’s Bffs discuss the heeseung problem w her as they get their ballgowns on (YES THE INDOOR EVEN IS A BALL🤭) jake and heeseung talk, heeseung using his insight on y/n to calm jake without seeming suspicious 🤞beomgyu, hueningkai, and taehyun are up to their usual antics. jay and jungwon make up 💖 my lovely jaywon Bffs. sunoo, niki, and sunghoon are up to their usual antics x2. yeonjun and soobin being sweet. i think they’re my fav duo …. AND YES BY LITTLE VICTORIAN BOY OUTFITS I MEAN THE ONES FROM BORDER CARNIVAL😭 thank u for reading bc we are finally getting somewhere

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

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Inazuma Eleven Masterlist: General Headcanons

by LoreoftheFritz

Last Updated: Oct. 26, 2023

✨ - newly added 📸 - posts with pictures 💫 - other people's post I added in 💌 - others added things in my post (ty!!) 💐 - asks i sent to others or sent to me 🤣 - unserious/funny things 🎞 - from my liveblogs 🖇 - crossposted on my other masterlist ~ 🌸 - long-term personal project 🪨 - post/writing under 100 words 🌱 - post/writing under 200 words 🌷 - post/writing under 500 words 🌻 - post/writing under 1k words 🌺 - long post

1. Gouenji Family:

Gouenji first heard of Fifth Sector from Yuuka 💫📸🌷

Nonverbal Masato HCs + the autistic Gouenjis 📸🌺

Entomologist Yuuka 🌷

Semiverbal Gouenji Shuuya 🌱

Gouenji and social media 💐🌻🤣

Gouenji's weird quirk 💐🌷

Sexuality of Yuuka (+ Kiyama Hiroto/Tatsuya, & Kira Hiroto) 💐🌱

Autistic Gouenji 🪨

Plot hole from when Gouenji was a first year detected + A little headcanon about Gouenji's hair 📸🌻🎞🖇

Gouenji with his crush 📸🪨

Gouenji would relate to Perfect by Simple Plan

Why Gouenji started soccer

Would anybody date Gouenji after inago?

Gouenji's brilliance as Ishido Shuuji

2. Kidou + his family:

Kidou finds comfort in illusion magic 💐🌱

Kidou's opinion on his prospective partners 🪨

Kidou likes getting gifts 🪨

Kidou's goggles and a bit about Tenma 🪨

Kidou can guard himself 🪨

Haruna's parents with Kidou 🌱

Kidou sadtimes 📸🌱

Kidou loves Happy Feet

Kidou's father conspiracy posting on cows-quack's post and art

3. Endou Mamoru:

How was Endou introduced as coach of Raimon 📸🌱

Endou's gender and sexuality 📸🌱

Endou and Fudou dynamics 💌 🌷

Endou's complex polycule 🌱

Endou's unique stims + Max and Kageno

4. Break Trio

Growing up autistic

5. Other Characters:

-> OG

Fubuki kissing other players in the field 🌷🤣

Characters who are trans to me (in the tags)

Tachimukai inago Headcanons 💐🌻

Megane Kakeru past, family, trauma, etc + Someoka bestie 💐🌺

Tachimukai Family Headcanons 💐🪨+📸

Max and Kageno besties 💫📸🌱

Transwoman Aki 📸💐🌷

Fat headcanons 💫🌷

Fandom-approved Max cousin

Rika and Haruna to me

Saginuma as Seidouzan's trainer

Toramaru helping Toranoya

Kiyama Hiroto and his name

Tachimukai replication abilities

Fubuki system never fused

Cane-user Sakuma

Trans!Demonio Strada

Raimon's "dont be a mean autistic corner"

-> Go/CS/Galaxy

Punk adult Gamma (hair hcs)

Bitway Ozrock's hair talent

Namikawa Rensuke's room

Zanark and Zanakurou reincarnation

Eyebrow groomer Kita Ichiban

Rodan Gasgus and his status in society

Tenma and his family

Zanark has OCD

5. Ships:

SUGGESTIVE!!GouKidou hc during Go 📸🪨

Engoukidou and engounatsu dynamics 📸🪨

Meia and Giris power couple and t4t

Nonbinary aroace lesbian YuuYuu

God Devil / HiroHai on dates

6. Non-character Specific:

Inazuma Eleven's universe

7. Crossover to other media

semiverbal, nonverbal, or selectively mute characters to me across the sports animanga I know

Other Inazuma Eleven Masterlist: - Fanfiction, OCs, and WIPs - Observations/Meta/Analyses - Hissatsu Techniques Headcanon Masterlist - Favorite Own Posts

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ATLA and the Tarot

So I had thoughts on ATLA and Tarot. Which ties with persona. 

So I submit that Aang and Zuko are both fools who go on a journey, and might or might not expand more on it later.

Katara is strength, Azula is chariot, Iroh is the hierophant, Toph a magician, mai starts off as reverse lovers and this changes over the show, Ty Lee is the sun, Sukki is Justice, and sokka after a lot of thought makes an interesting Emperor. 

Of course they have secondaries (Katara for instance has a lot of Empress energy), and act as different cards in interactions with other characters (katara uses reverse Empress energy at times with toph), and Ozai being a devil to... More then just Zuko actually. Interesting in relation to Zuko though,as like the lovers,the devil is a card about Choices.

On that choices note, lets start with Mai. 

"The Lovers reversed can point to both inner and outer conflicts that you are dealing with. The disharmony can make daily life difficult and could be putting pressure on your relationships. You should take time to think about what you are punishing yourself for, so you can fix them or let them go. At this time, you should also think about your personal values and belief system to make sure that they are aligned with what you want from your life.

A break in communication could be another possible interpretation. The foundation for your relationships may be cut off, creating an imbalance between you and your partner or loved ones. The unity normally present within the card has become lopsided. 

The Lovers reversed can also indicate that you have been avoiding responsibility for your actions. You could have made a decision that was based on your desire for immediate gratification but are now blaming others for the consequences that are catching up to you. So, you need to make amends or let go of the past and make better decisions in the future."

The reversed Lovers in a relationship or romance tarot reading can suggest there is a coldness within your relationship. What was in balance is no longer working. Some issue likely stands in the way of your relationship, and must be resolved to once again form a closer bond.

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Mais relationship with her parents at the Omashu storyline are a good starting ground for this. She is not in a good place with her relationship with her parents. Her baby brother probably does not help that, as that's naturally liable to take up a lot of their attention, leaving her feeling like she does not have a lot of direction to her life when accounting for the move to Omashu (that she was not thrilled about)

Then Azula comes sweeping in with her chariot energy, and recruits her for action. 

The first major negotiation she makes with Azula is not one she makes a choice with (her baby bro for a king) ,but is probably something that stuck with her in the back of her mind. She opens up over the journey I think,although it is not a central focus as shes with the dangerous ladies trio, so the main moment we see of it is the beach episode of fireside confessions. Also softening around Zuko. 

But her moment of upright lovers did was not directly related to Zuko, however much he was framed in the context of it in the boiling rock. Its personal

"A more personal Lovers meaning that can apply to individuals is the development of your own personal belief systems, regardless of what are the societal norms. We see this as a development from the Hierophant, who made decrees and passed on his knowledge through a standardized system. This is one of the times when you figure out what you are going to stand for, and what your philosophy in life will truly be. You must start making up your mind about what you find important and unimportant in your life. You should be as true to yourself as you can be, so you will be genuine and authentic to the people who are around you."

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Its not that shes suddenly become a rebel, but here is a moment where she is making up her mind about things that are important to her in life. Interesting that its at the heart of it is an imbalance between Mai and Azulas relationship dynamics that brings it to this moment. Either way, this is a moment where she takes a stand and responsibility for her beliefs, and I would have liked to see Mai explore that further, and chose and develop what she stands for,rather then just be what she was taught.

"The Chariot tarot card is all about overcoming challenges and gaining victory through maintaining control of your surroundings. This perfect control and confidence allows the charioteer to emerge victorious in any situation. The use of strength and willpower are critical in ensuring that you overcome the obstacles that lie in your path. The Chariot's message comes to make you stronger as you strive to achieve your goals.

The key message that he brings to you is that you must maintain focus, confidence, and determination through a process that will be full of winding turns and detours. If you have a plan or a project that you seem not to be sure about, the Chariot shows that you should pursue the plan with a structured and ordered approach. Your boldness will ensure that you achieve all that you should in this goal. 

In the Chariot's quest for his goal, he may display some behavior that he has never seen within himself before - competition and a desire to succeed has perhaps brought out a more aggressive part of his personality. Aggression is a natural part of human nature, and the Chariot reminds you that it can also be used to help you take charge of your situation, but also must be reined in so that it does not hinder your way forward. "

Which describes Azula rather well. Shes a rather driven individual, with a good eye and interest in strategy, and particularly how to get people to work with the strategy. She sees her surroundings and uses them well, alongside her interest in military and martial arts. She has a good eye for people in a use sense, though her lack of nuance in interpersonal relationships hinders her. 

She takes control of her surroundings,but her methods of how can leave alot to be desired at times. Namely her reliance on fear as a control tactic. Now,as a 14 year old princess emulating her father (a military king, essentially) that's not unexpected. 

But her overuse of fear as a control tactic, backfired on her in the boiling rock, and lead to a reversal that shows its self in full in the finale. Or probably it started before that,but the boiling rock is where a lot comes to the forefront. 

In the finale she is not her confident self. 

" The reversed Chariot's appearance in a reading can help you become aware of both your aggression, and your lack of willpower. It may either be saying that you are lacking in focus, motivation or direction, or that you are being warped by your obsession with your goals. In the former case, let the Chariot be a reminder that you can emerge victorious as long as you can gather the courage to do so. In the latter, your impulses may be another factor that you must rein in. To see the Chariot in reverse may suggest that you need to come to terms with the fact that you cannot always be in control.

The Chariot reversal meaning can also be an indication of lack of control and direction over your life. You are at the mercy of the opposing forces and the obstacles, and cannot seem to muster the strength to take over. You are taking everything lying down, and life is dragging in any direction that it pleases. It should serve as a wakeup call and reminder that you will need to tighten some loose ends and take charge of your destiny."

Mai and Ty Lees betrayal of her was something she could no longer control, she can't control everything, and rather then accept that, shes becoming warped with a want of success for it, and losing control of more things in her life. You can't be perfect at everything, however Azula is both a princess (and so has expectations on her), and very driven and talented and not used to losing, or having a hard time coming to grips with failure,and does not have people she would accept to guide her (her dad is gone, her friends betrayed her, her mom left, her uncle thinks shes evil)

The reversed love reading also fits here

"When reversed, the Chariot tarot love meaning can signal an overwhelming drive to find love, so much so that other goals and aspirations may have been forgotten. Sometimes, one has to remember that in life, we cannot control everything around us, and no matter what we do, we can’t make the perfect person appear to us. Showing up everyday with hope and enthusiasm is important, but so is patience. Let love find you.

A reversed Chariot in love can also signal that things may be out of balance, and you may need to work to correct them again. Make sure that your work, love, family and friendships are not suffering because you are overextending in one or another. This may be at the root of disagreements with your partner."

At the last Agni Kai, the only relationship Azula has with is work (being royalty).And in overspending in that, she is obsessing for goals that can not be reached. She is all out of balance, no friends left to her, her dad gone,and her brother come to fight her. 

"As the father figure of the Tarot deck, the Emperor suggests that you are adopting this fatherly role (regardless of whether you are male or female), providing for your family, and protecting and defending your loved ones. You may be the breadwinner or the ‘rock’ for those who rely on your stability and security.

Similarly, the Emperor represents a powerful leader who demands respect and authority. Status, power and recognition are essential to you, and you are most comfortable in a leadership role where you can command and direct others. As a leader, you rule with a firm but fair hand. You have a clear vision of what you want to create, and you organise those around you to manifest your goal. You listen to the advice of others, but you prefer to have the final say. Conflict doesn’t scare you, and you won’t hesitate to use your power to protect those you care about. And in return, those people will repay you with the loyalty and respect you deserve. Claim your authority as leader and influencer and don’t let others put you down.

The Emperor reflects a system bound by rules and regulations. You create law and order by applying principles or guidelines to a specific situation. Create calm out of chaos by breaking down any problem into its parts and then mapping out the actions you need to take to resolve it. Be systematic, strategic and highly organised in your approach, and stick to your plan until the end.

The Emperor card also signifies world knowledge and expertise. Through the course of your life, you have gained valuable wisdom and life experience, and now you enjoy offering guidance, advice, and direction to someone who might benefit from it. You may be a teacher, coach, boss, or just a good friend who likes to take what you have learned and pass it on so that others can be as wise and powerful as you."

So Sokka is at heart a scientist. He likes to create solutions to problems that have a logical progression,he likes to try to have an order, he's the one who wants schedule, who wants to be a leader, and over the course of the series learns to become a good one. Sokka is the visionary. The artist. The learner. 

He doesn't start off that way of course. At the start, Sokka is trying to use his power as older sibling, man of the tribe, and the patriarchy to lead his tribe in a way he really does not know how to. He's not particularly respected as a leader and it shows. 

"The reversed Emperor calls on you to assess your relationship with power, control, authority, responsibility and discipline. Are you expressing too much or too little of these elements in your life right now? Are they working for you or against you?

In the reversed position, the Emperor can be domineering and rigid in his thinking. The card can suggest an over-use and abuse of authoritative power surrounding you. It could originate from you or from another person, often a boss, partner or father figure. And it may be because of deep insecurities or father issues from childhood.

Consider the role that power plays in your life. Are you asserting your power and dominance in a way that leaves others feeling powerless? Or are you giving away your personal power to please someone else, often a father-figure or a person in authority? Seek to find a solution where you lead from a place of personal power and enable others to do the same. Power can be equally and constructively distributed – you don’t need to take it from others, nor do you need to give yours away.

The reversed Emperor may be a sign that others look to you as their leader or as an expert in the field but you are shying away from the role. You may fear being seen as the leader, instead preferring to hide in the shadows or stay out of the spotlight. There may be other ways you can make an impact and influence the world, such as authoring a book or training others to reach a bigger audience.

Sometimes, the reversed Emperor asks you to stand up to authority. "

"Sometimes, the reversed Emperor asks you to stand up to authority. You may feel fed up with an overbearing boss or a hierarchical organisation and feel compelled to enter a more flexible and adaptive environment. Maybe you aspire to be your own boss and work independently by starting up your own business. Or, you may seek a career where you can have greater flexibility and creativity in how you complete your work. You are sick of having to always work within the confines of a particular structure or way of doing things, and you want to break free from it."

So sokka starts in the reverse a little, starts to change his attitude after meeting and fighting justice Sukki. During which, he seeks to change his understanding of the world, and partakes in a cultural and intellectual learning experience of learning and dressing as a Kiyoshi warrior. Its not the first time Sokka  seeks to learn something when in another nation. He's intellectual, artistic, and tactical minded, and understands people better then Azula. 

Sokka and Katata and Zuko and Azula have lots to compare and contrast between eachother. While Katata and Azula could initially have comparisons made between them due to being the powerful bender younger sibs, its zuko and katara who are the more immediate emotional ones. And Sokka and Azula are the more tactical ones. And the ones aiming for leadership. Sokkas better people skills are one of the reasons he succeeds at becoming a good leader, and Azula does not. It might be a part culture thing, as the watertribe would be more communal leadership based on natives as they are, in contrast to Azulas upbringing as a military princess and child soldier. 

Now, I could write a good reading of Katara as empress in contrast to Sokkas emperor.

I could write toph as strength. But really, I lean more twords Katara for it, and its kind of a nice contrast to Azulas chariot. 

"The Strength card represents strength, determination, and power – like the Chariot. However, while the Chariot signifies outer strength and will, the Strength card speaks to the inner strength and the human spirit's ability to overcome any obstacle. Strength is about knowing you can endure life’s obstacles. You have great stamina and persistence, balanced with underlying patience and inner calm. You are committed to what you need to do, and you go about it in a way that shows your composure and maturity.

When the Strength Tarot card appears in a reading, you are fuelled by your inner strength, personal power, strong will and determination. You do not rule by trying to control others; you quietly influence and persuade. Others may underestimate your power because it is so ‘invisible’ – but you should see that as an advantage. You can control a situation without excessive, outward force. No one knows it’s you calling the shots.

Your strength gives you the confidence to overcome any growing fears, challenges or doubts. Feel the fear and do it anyway! If you have been going through a rough time and are burnt out or stressed, the Strength card encourages you to find the power within yourself to persevere. You have got what it takes to see this situation through to its eventual end. You’re a loyal friend and a solid supporter, willing to step up and be present when others are in need, and you might also feel compelled to hold space for someone who needs your strength and support.

The Strength card urges you to ‘tame’ your animal instincts, gut reactions, and raw emotions, and channel these initial responses constructively. It’s normal for feelings such as anger, rage, sadness, guilt or shame to arise in certain situations. However, it’s what you do with these emotions that makes all the difference. Now is a time when you need to be conscious of your instinctual urges and bring them into balance with the greater good. This is no time to act out in rage or hatred. Approach your situation from a place of forgiveness, love and compassion. Working with a therapist may also help you create coping strategies for what comes up."

"When the reversed Strength card appears in a Tarot reading, tune in to your current levels of inner strength, confidence and self-belief. Are you overflowing with self-confidence, or are you depleted? And how can you bring these aspects back into balance?

If you have recently experienced a setback, you may be vulnerable and lacking in self-confidence. Know that your core strength will always be with you and now is as good a time as any to reconnect with this power. In fact, you may hold more strength and resilience than you give yourself credit for – so, be kind to yourself. You can also reinvigorate your self-assurance and self-esteem by collecting evidence from your past that proves you have what it takes to succeed and overcome these temporary challenges.

Check in on your energy levels right now. You may be sluggish, particularly if you have been dedicating yourself to serving others or have been pushing hard to achieve a goal. The reversed Strength card is your invitation to take stock and restore your energy levels by resting and withdrawing for a temporary period. It’s vital that you take care of yourself so you can take care of others.

In its shadow form, the reversed Strength card can signal that you are prone to explosive behaviour, lashing out at others and becoming aggressive. You may act without thinking and end up doing something you regret later. The key is not to repress the raw emotion, but to learn how to channel it so it won’t harm others or yourself. Seek a professional to help you better deal with these emotions."

The strength card is about emotional strength.

"When you get the Strength card in an upright manner during your tarot reading, then it shows that you have inner strength and fortitude during moments of danger and distress. It shows that you have the ability to remain calm and strong even when your life is going through immense struggle. It also shows that you are a compassionate person and you always have time for other people even if it's at your own expense. 

Getting the strength card means that you are a very patient individual who is likely to accomplish anything that they put their mind to. Your resilience will greatly aid you, and your fearlessness means that you should have no issues speaking your mind. This card also indicates this kind of compassion will always be rewarded with having a lot of stability in your life either presently on in the near future."

An upside down Strength card can mean that you are (or about to) experience an intense anger or fear in your life. You seem to be lacking the inner strength that this card normally represents, meaning you might be experiencing fear, and a lack of conviction and confidence in your own abilities. This can mean that you have forgotten all about your passions and the kind of joy, happiness, and fulfillment that came with doing what you love. 

A reversed strength card in a reading might also mean that one is experiencing depression because of a number of reasons and because of that, it is draining all of the happiness from their lives.

One might end up being withdrawn from society because of the unhappiness or depression since they may feel people are the reason why they are so sad. It can also be a sign of jealousy, especially when everyone seems to be happy or excelling in every aspect of life while you are stagnating. This card indicates that you must learn to gain confidence in order to re-harness your inner strength."

Now katara is a very emotional person. She never has any trouble speaking her mind, stays stubbornly commited to her goals (learn the water whip), and is very good at supporting others, while also very willing to fight for them if they can not or will not do themself (see the earth bender rebelion she started, or the time she fought Pakku for learning waterbending rights, something that changed things for her and girls in her tribe. 

She has her morals,and has her hard lines. She does lash out emotionally when in a shakey place (a good example is reencountering Jet),and ultimately when she came across the object of her vengeance, she ended the encounter with a compassion of sorts. Not nesscaritly for him, but his mother, that he has family that would miss him too

The Sun card represents success, abundance, and radiance. Like the sun itself, it gives strength and vitality to all those that are lucky enough to feel its rays. There is much joy and happiness that is coming to you.

Because of your own personal fulfillment, you provide others with inspiration and joy as well. People are drawn to you because they are capable of seeing the warm and beautiful energy which you bring into their lives. You are also in a position in which you are capable of sharing your qualities as well as achievements with other people. You radiate love and affection towards those you care about the most. 

The card shows that you have a significant sense of deserved confidence right now. Life is currently particularly good, and the sun is shining your way as you reach the goals that you set. The Sun is one of the cards in the tarot which provide nothing but good feelings and fulfillment."

"In the reversed position, the Sun indicates that you might have significant difficulties finding positive aspects to certain situations. The clouds might be blocking out the warmth and light that you need to progress. This might be preventing you from feeling confident and powerful. You may experience certain setbacks which are damaging your optimism and enthusiasm.

On the other hand, the Sun reversed might be indicative that you are being unrealistic. It might be a sign that you have an overly optimistic perception of certain situations. These are things that you need to take into account in order to ensure that you are on the right track and your successes continue as they do."

Ty lee is pretty happy with her goals and lot in life. She generally feels pretty good with her decisions, be it going to the circus, joining Azula on her quest, and is generally an optimist. This optimism on the other hand does mean that she is deliberately not being as insightful into situations as she could be, and it also serves as a way to keep people from looking too deep into hers. 

She comes off as an airhead so brightly its blinding to other perceptions of her. She's happy to be seen this way. Her chi blocking indicates a good amount of body knowledge, both of herself and others, and outside of her sisters, she is finding fulfilment of herself and who she is as an individual

The Sun represents success, radiance and abundance. The Sun gives you strength and tells you that no matter where you go or what you do, your positive and radiant energy will follow you and bring you happiness and joy. People are drawn to you because you can always see the bright side and bring such warmth into other people’s lives. This beautiful, warm energy is what will get you through the tough times and help you succeed. You are also in a position where you can share your highest qualities and achievements with others. Radiate who you are and what you stand for; shine your love on those you care about.

If you are going through a difficult time, the Sun brings you the message you have been waiting for: that things will get better, a lot better! Through the challenges along your path, you discovered who you are and why you’re here. Now you are full of energy and zeal for the future and can already perceive success and abundance flowing to you. You are brimming with confidence because you know everything will work out – it always does! Life is good!

The Sun connects you to your power base – not fear-driven, egotistical power, but the abundant, inner energy radiating through you right now. You’ll sense it in your Solar Plexus chakra, calling you to express yourself authentically and be fully present in the world around you. You have what others want and are being asked to radiate your energy and your gifts out into the world in a big way. Tap into your power and use your Divine will to express that power in positive ways.

The Sun is also an energetic card. It reflects a time when you can expect to experience an increase in physical energy, vitality and general positivity. You are bursting with enthusiasm, invigorated and enjoying a wonderful sense of good health.

The reversed Sun is calling to your inner child to come out and play! As adults, we get so lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life that we forget how to have fun. But spend just a few minutes watching a kid play, and you realise how wonderful and carefree life can be when you learn to let go of your worries and concerns. When you see the Sun reversed in your Tarot reading, see it as your permission slip to leave behind your work and responsibilities, even just for a moment, and play. Dance like no-one is watching, sing like no-one is listening, and let your heart and soul fly free.

The Sun reversed can mean you are struggling to see the bright side of life. You may have experienced setbacks that damaged your enthusiasm and optimism and perhaps led you to question whether you can achieve what you set out to do. You may feel depressed or left out and are no longer enjoying what you are doing. Your direction and path ahead may appear clouded or distorted.

Nonetheless, the Sun is never a negative card, so this is only temporary. The obstacles you see can be easily removed if you put your mind to it. It may just take a bit more effort than usual.

On the other hand, you may be too confident or overly optimistic. While you are confident, you may have become egotistical and out of touch with what you can achieve. Are you truthful to yourself and others? Or, are you trying to talk yourself up when you know you cannot deliver? If this resonates with you, then ask others for feedback and a reality check. Are you unrealistic? Is what you have set out to achieve achievable? Are you really as good as you think you are?

Intrestingly, both reversed cards of lovers and sun both apply to their relationship with Azula at the end. Reverse sun and being out of touch with what you can achieve, and reverse lovers is at the core imbalance between partners, or a broken ballance and perhaps avoidence of responsibilities.

Yue is probably high priestress as she provides imporent guidence to aang on his journey and herself acts as a bridge between physical and spiritual with a literal spirit within her. Good intuition too. (Expand)

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But I want to end it on Zuko. While He and aang started at fool, aang ended on the world with his judgement moment being deciding how to face Oazi. 

Zuko did far less of a straightforward journey zigzagging back and forth several cards at time

Its one of the change cards. Along with tower and wheel of fourtune. Specifically is a change card about endings and new beginings

The Death card signals that one major phase in your life is ending, and a new one is going to start. You just need to close one door, so the new one will open. The past needs to be placed behind you, so you can focus your energy on what is ahead of you.

Another meaning is that you are going to go through a major change, transition, or transformation. The old version of you needs to ‘die’ to allow the new you to be created. This can be a scary time for you because you may be unsure of what will happen in the future. Even if you are scared, you should welcome the change because you are opening the door to new life events.

Death can also mean that you need to let go of any unhealthy attachments that you have in your life. This is an important part of life, so learning to keep moving forward is one of the lessons Death teaches us."

Which is are important values to keep in mind when ending a 100 year war and transforming your military nation into a peace one.

It also suits Zuko personally, as while he has unlearned a lot of learned cultural racism, he still has a long way to go before he is perfect at it, and still has a lot of change to make. He will probably struggle with it, as Zuko is not easily adaptable, but he will make it.

After a period of pause and reflection with the Hanged Man, the Death card symbolises the end of a major phase or aspect of your life that you realise is no longer serving you, opening up the possibility of something far more valuable and essential. You must close one door to open another. You need to put the past behind you and part ways, ready to embrace new opportunities and possibilities. It may be difficult to let go of the past, but you will soon see its importance and the promise of renewal and transformation. If you resist these necessary endings, you may experience pain, both emotionally and physically, but if you exercise your imagination and visualise a new possibility, you allow more constructive patterns to emerge.

Similarly, Death shows a time of significant transformation, change and transition. You need to transform yourself and clear away the old to bring in the new. Any change should be welcomed as a positive, cleansing, transformational force in your life. The death and clearing away of limiting factors can open the door to a broader, more satisfying experience of life.

The Death card has elements of a sudden and unexpected change. Death happens to everyone, no matter who you are, how much money you have, where you live, or what colour your skin is; it is the same with a significant change. So, the Death card can be a sign you may feel as though you are caught in the path of sweeping change and cannot escape its effects (especially if accompanied by the Tower or the Hanged Man). Although the upheaval may seem unwanted and painful, this massive change could bring with it a series of unexpected surprises that create new opportunities and advantages for you.

Finally, Death is a sign that you need to learn to let go of unhealthy attachments in your life to pave the way to a fuller, more fulfilled life of deeper meaning and significance. Death teaches you to let go of outworn and outgrown ways of life and to move forward from them. This is a perfect card to break a bad habit or pattern of behaviour. See this as a time to cut out excess and let go of what is unnecessary for your life. Purge the old belongings, memories and baggage that are getting in your way.

One might say he has already had an encounter with death at the end of season two, and chose to skip to the devil, and maybe that's why he skipped back cards on his journey. 

"The Death reversal meaning is still about change, but that you have been resisting it. You could be worried about letting go of the past, or you could not be sure of the changes that you need to make to go forward. Resisting the change and holding onto the past can limit your future, which can cause you to feel like you are in limbo. You should take some time to assess the ways that you have been approaching changes in your life. You may find you have been halting the changes that you need due to fears of the unknown. While you can still be afraid, you should trust that you are taking the right steps and move forward. Life moves on, so fighting passing time is only going to leave you with regrets. Death does not have to be a card of regret, especially if you heed its warning.

The Death tarot card love meaning in reverse can signal strong resistance to change when it comes to your approach and attitude to relationships and romance. This can come in the form of hanging onto a relationship that is stagnant and no longer helping either of you grow as individuals. There may also be dependence on the relationship, or you may only remain together because you feel comfortable, obligated or scared of being alone.

On the other hand, old relationships can also be revived. If you are single, Death reversed in a love tarot reading can suggest that you must avoid negative  patterns and dynamics to be able to truly engage in a loving relationship. You may have self-esteem issues, savior complexes, or wounds that you need to heal in order to find a partner that will love and respect you, and one you can love and respect in return.

As with this card’s upright version, you are being pushed to a change when it comes to your job or your career path. But in reverse, you may be doing all you can to resist this transition. You may stick around despite the unhealthy environment, the reduced pay, or the monotonous projects. Change is inevitable; this applies to our career as well as other aspects of our lives. We must learn to welcome it instead of pushing it away. When we cling to a cycle that is no longer meant to remain in our lives, we watch it slowly decay and drain us. At times, this card can also represent negative patterns repeating once again in your workplace. Do you self-sabotage? Does your defensiveness when making mistakes create trouble? Does your impostor syndrome affect how you interact with your colleagues? Consider what must be let go for you to release these unhealthy patterns."

Death is a card that Zuko dwells on a lot, and keeps coming back to. He does not do his journey in order. I would say that he has already had tower come twice too. Or more.

A judgement card moment for him,is probably going to come when he decides how his relationship with his sister is going to progress. 

He's gone through quite a journey over the series,and still has a lot to go through offscreen. But death is a fitting end point for him serieswise, as he is bringing an end to a lot of things that shaped his world growing up

Of course, Zukos family could all be judgement cards moment's now that I think on it.

[pleniloon]

hello! i really liked your royal kaeya au and i was wondering if you could make it gn? thank you so much in advance!!

Mon Amour, La Rose (GN! Version)

fem version / part two

characters: kaeya

warnings: none!

word count: ~2.6k

note: ty for reading my fic!! here’s the gn version, hope you enjoy :)

Three of the Eclipse Dynasty’s elite royal guard had found a new form of entertainment as of late: reading their crown prince’s mail.

It was typical to inspect the royal family’s mail before handing it over - it was a matter of security, after all. The king’s mail was comprised of letters and requests related to the ongoing war. The queen’s mail was much of the same. The crown prince, ever-the-popular, had perfumed letters from denizens all across the nation mixed in with his official correspondence. The two guardsmen tasked with inspecting the dynasty’s mail felt their faces flush with each intimate note that passed them by.

It wasn’t until they set aside the final letter that yet another guard entered the room, a sealed envelope in her hand. “I found this in front of the prince’s chamber door,” she said, placing the letter in the nearest guard’s outstretched hand. “Did you see who left it?” He carefully unsealed the letter and pulled out the contents within. It was a folded piece of paper and a pressed red rose.

“I didn’t, it was on the ground when I arrived. The sender must have left it in between the shift change.” The third guard - Dagne was her name - looked disappointed in herself. “Prince Kaeya’s admirers are getting stealthier, it seems.” The guard sitting across the table, Hama, spoke up with an amused smirk. The two watched with interest as their comrade unfolded the letter and read the contents aloud.

“To Your Royal Highness, Our Beloved Prince,

I have never addressed a person such as yourself, so I apologize in advance for my lack of formality. I have tried to pen this letter at least half a dozen times, and yet I find my hands shaking still. What does one say to the man that symbolizes the hope of our people and valiantly defends our right to dream? I feel giddy, like a child awaiting praise from their teacher. My letter may very well be lost amongst the sea of letters that comes across your desk each day, but I fear suffering silently more than I fear your rebuff.

I have silently admired you from afar for a long time. Whenever you exit the castle walls and visit the common-folk, I cannot bring myself to approach you, even as I yearn to stand close to you. I sent this letter in the hope that it would give me the confidence to match your gaze the next time we meet.

Alongside this letter, I have enclosed a dried rose, cultivated in my personal garden. As you probably know, in the nation of Mondstadt, the rose is not a symbol of love, but the phrase “As wine bottles are corked, so too are my lips sealed.” The saying is a promise to keep one another’s secrets; I trust that this rose will protect my secret until it reaches you, my prince.

If this letter has somehow found you, then I sincerely thank you for indulging in my infatuated ramblings. My only hope is that my words have brought a smile to your face. I will forever remain loyal to the Eclipse Dynasty. Forever loyal to you.

Your Royal Highness’s Humble Servant.”

The trio of guards take a pause, looking amongst themselves. “My, they sound utterly smitten, don’t they?” Hama lifts the rose from the table and inspects it carefully. “They also seem to be well-acquainted with the prince. What should we do, Vragi?”

Vragi debated on taking the matter to their superior, the Twilight Sword. A civilian being able to reach the prince’s personal chambers and leave unseen was a security issue. However, the woman leaning over his shoulder suggested a different approach. “Maybe we should return the letter and pretend we didn’t see it. I wonder how the prince would react to a love letter with a rose instead of an address?” She looked at him expectantly, silently awaiting his approval. The guard debated for a few silent moments, before releasing a heavy sigh and placing the items back into the envelope.

“Reseal it and return it to the prince. We will not speak of this.”

Hours passed by, and the prince finally returned to his chambers. The envelope laying on the ground immediately caught his eye - the royal guard should have noticed it by now and taken it away to be inspected and returned alongside his other correspondence. Kaeya leaned down to pick it up, and brought it inside. He sat down at his desk, brushing aside the parchment that was pending his review, and tore open the envelope.

The first thing he felt was not the note, but the flower. The dried petals were still a vivid shade of red, and so delicate that Kaeya was worried his touch might rip one off. After a few moments of admiring it, he set it aside and unfolded the letter. What he had expected to be a lecherous confession of love instead had him reading every line with increasing curiosity. How could a person of lower class know about Mondstadt - a nation within Teyvat - so intimately, that they were familiar with its traditions? Kaeya leaned back in his chair, trying to remember every civilian that might have access to that kind of information. The relative of a soldier, perhaps? He let out a long sigh and rubbed at his tired eyes, remembering the sender’s words.

“I sent this letter in the hope that it would give me the confidence to match your gaze the next time we meet.”

Three weeks passed by, with another letter arriving every few days. The trio of guards found the letter each time and took it to the mailroom for inspection. After the third one had arrived, Vragi convinced the other two to stop reading the letters, on account of them being written for the prince’s eyes alone. Begrudgingly, they agreed, and pretended not to notice the letters as they came in.

Needless to say, this didn’t stop the guardsmen from developing their own theories about the sender. Anything from lower-ranking knight to fae was suggested, with perhaps the wildest theory being that the sender is a seelie descendent. Hama had suggested placing a bet to see who was right, which Dagne readily accepted. Unfortunately, the only person who could declare the winner was prince Kaeya himself, and he would never agree to revealing his admirer’s identity, so the three found themselves at an impasse.

Kaeya had returned to his chambers for the night and was greeted by the familiar envelope at the door. When he noticed it, he was quick to pick it up and rip it open the moment the door was shut behind him. A fond smile came to his face when he pulled the dried rose out, and he gently traced its currant petals with his fingertips, before placing it with the ever-growing collection on the corner of his desk. He unfolded the letter and read:

“To Your Royal Highness, Our Beloved Prince,

It has been nearly a full moon since I penned my first letter to you. In this series of one-sided correspondence, I have, to my own surprise, come to realize that my feelings for you are much more than admiration or infatuation. What I feel can only be encapsulated in a single word. Love.

My love for you runs deeper than the roots of the mighty and ancient Irminsul, my prince. It reaches farther than the ley lines of the earth. However, I know that my dreams of romance will forever remain as such, because our statuses keep us apart. Well, I say that as if you return my affections - after all, why would an illustrious individual such as yourself return the affections of a lowly citizen with little to offer the kingdom?

Anyway, all this to say that my love for you is true, although an unattainable dream. I believe I once heard a knight describe the kingdom as “the land where people dream of dreaming,” so at least I can take a little comfort in having a dream. Instead of abandoning this dream beyond my reach, I will indulge in it just once more, if you will let me; at the bottom of this letter, there is an address. My address. If you wish to find me, you will need to look no further.

Perhaps if our eyes finally meet, I will be able to quell my beating heart. I might even learn to dream of the stars that illuminate the night sky in a faraway land instead of your eyes. Mayhap I will spend my evenings admiring the lights of the city and not the castle. Until then, I will remain forever loyal to the Eclipse Dynasty. Forever loyal to you.

Your Royal Highness’s Humble Servant.”

With hands shaking with incitement, Kaeya realized what he wanted to do. What he needed to do. He gathered the necessary items and refused to step away from his desk until he crafted the perfect response. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning, when the first bird sang, that he realized his goal.

・・・・・・

“I’m confused - why have you insisted on visiting the city today, Your Royal Highness?”

Kaeya barely spared the Twilight Sword a moment’s glance as they weaved through the winding streets, politely greeting astonished denizens as they passed them by. He held the sealed envelope with extra care, checking it every so often for unsightly wrinkles or stains. It did not bear the royal seal attributed to the crown prince. In its place was a wax stamp in the shape of a rose’s corolla.

“If you were hoping to garner the people’s support, I could have worked out a banquet or royal tour. Coming out unexpectedly, without the proper security, could–”

“Silence, Dainsleif,” Kaeya finally acknowledged him with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I haven’t made this decision because I want the support of the people. I just knew that if I were to tell you my true intent, you would consider it… naïve.”

“Naïve? My prince, what could your goal possibly be for me to consider it naïve?” Dainsleif furrowed his brows. The prince responded only with a chuckle, as he shook his head from side to side. His prior annoyance gave way to a pleased smile. “You will see, in due time. We’re nearly there, after all.”

As the fabled building came into sight, Kaeya found himself walking progressively faster, eventually moving towards it just shy of a jog. He ignored anyone and everyone who he passed by, and ignored his guard’s requests for him to slow down. The only thought running through his mind was the image he had conjured up of his admirer; he often daydreamed about how they looked, what their voice sounded like, if they smelled like the flowers that were enclosed in each letter delivered to his door… of course, he also wondered about how they would react to him returning their affections. Would their face flush as red as a rose? Would their eyes sparkle as his gaze fell upon them for the first time?

He was practically bouncing by the time he arrived, checking the address once more to confirm that he was at the right place. He was familiar with it, actually. It was a flower shop that utilized alchemy to cultivate their plants without true sunlight. The store was currently closed, and Kaeya could see nobody through the large windows. He bit the inside of his cheek - he had hoped to see his lovely admirer through the glass.

Right as the prince was considering returning another day, the sound of a window opening from above the store attracted his attention. He raised his head, and his breath stilled when he caught sight of a certain individual standing by the open window.

It had to be them.

Kaeya silently watched as they reached for something out of his line of sight. When they returned, it was with a familiar item in their hand, held close to their face to indulge in its sweet scent. They held a red rose, thornless and vibrantly colored, much alike the dried variants that currently sat in his chambers. They left the flower on the windowsill and vanished back into the room, away from his gaze.

“Your Royal Highness? Is something the matter?” Dainsleif followed his gaze up to the window, his face permanently morphed into an expression of confusion. Instead of answering his question, Kaeya stepped forward, towards the shop. With one final glance at the sealed envelope in his hands, he released it, using a spell to float it up and towards the open window. It landed next to the rose, the wax seal and flower’s corolla forming a perfect pair.

“I think it’s time to head back to the castle, Dainsleif.”

・・・・・・

The person let out a sigh as they finished taking stock of the various flora in their garden. This batch is remarkable, they thought to themself. The noise of the town had died down considerably, and an uncomfortably cool breeze washed over the streets. It wasn’t until a shiver ran up their spine that they remembered the window they left open a few hours prior.

The rose-stamped envelope waiting for them came as a surprise, to say the least. They hesitantly picked up the mysterious item and inspected it. The stamp was unfamiliar, perhaps unique to the author of whatever was inside. The shopkeeper closed and latched the window before sitting down on the nearby couch and thumbing at the wax seal. They almost didn’t want to break it because of how lovely it was. Once the seal was broken and its contents - a single page of high-quality parchment - revealed, their mind began to wander to the identity of the sender. It couldn’t be him, could it? They unfolded the note and began to read:

“To My Dearest Rose,

I have achieved a great many feats and overcome many foe beyond the strength of a hundred men; and yet, I’ve swiftly come to understand that writing this letter would be my greatest challenge yet. I consider myself to be a verbose man, and words are often my weapon of choice. However, it seems that my words have failed me tonight. What am I to do?

You do not know me, and I do not know you, dear rose. Our gazes have never met, nor have we had the pleasure of engaging in any conversation together. Despite this, you have managed to wriggle your way into my affections, and you have made my every waking thought your home.

No, you have made my every thought - in day and night - your home. I’d say that is quite the remarkable achievement, albeit a frustrating one for me. How is a man supposed to get any work done when all that occupies his mind is daydreams of a day yet to pass? A meeting yet to be had? A love yet to be shared? It is a romantic problem, I’d say.

Anyway, I am penning this letter with the hope that it will allow me to focus on something other than you. As much as I adore the thought of dedicating my very existence to ensuring your eternal happiness and comfort, work must be done to make that reality a possibility. So, until the day we can stroll through the garden of roses hand-in-hand, I ask that you think of me. Think of us.

For I am eternally loyal to you, my dearest rose.

Your Humble Servant.”

[sierranovembr]

New Poly Fic Rec List!

My final fill for this round of @tonystarkbingo - a list of my favorite poly fics posted during the timeframe of Mark V. This fills square K5: Polyamory or Open Relationship for Card 5045. 🎇 Let's Avocuddle by Reioka Tony has an Only Fans. Steve and Bucky enjoy helping him, even if Bucky does have to convince Steve not to tell Tony he loves him every time they help. Group: Stuckony (Steve/Bucky/Tony) Rating: Mature Word Count: 8748 Review: Hilarious and sweet and sexy. Reioka's humor shines in the boys' interactions, especially Tony's utter lack of modesty and Bucky's willingness to give Steve shit. Steve might just steal the fic for me though; I love the way he loves Tony through his photographs and how insightful he was (the guacamole!). Very fun read and reread. 🎇 The Way to His Heart: A Guide to the Care and Feeding of Tony Stark by NotEvenCloseToStraight When Tony agrees to a cooking date with a new boyfriend, the Iron Man immediately panics because he DEFINITELY cannot cook at all and desperately needs a recipe that will disguise his kitchen disaster-ness and general food gremlin tendencies. The team steps in to help Tony learn to cook. They share their favorite recipes, put the kitchen back together after the inevitable mess, and try hard to not let the truth of everyone’s collective crush on the genius slip. Group: Tony/Everyone Rating: Not Rated (Teen) Word Count: 23409 Review: NCTS is always a delight, and you'd be hard pressed to find the Avengers loving Tony more than they do here. I'm also a huge fan of fic featuring the characters cooking that includes the recipes! Basically, this fic could not be more my jam if it tried. Between the banter and the yearning and the adoration, it's a wonderful fic to read again and again. 🎇 Goin' Down the Bayou by iam93percentstardust When Bucky suggests that he and Sam take a few months to help his sister-in-law with her business, he expects to see the bayou, a few gators, and a whole lot of shrimp. He isn't expecting the mer who accidentally gets tangled in their nets or for the mer to fit into their lives like a missing puzzle piece. Group: Bucky/Tony/Sam Rating: Mature Word Count: 9477 Review: I'm always thrilled to see more for this trio, and this one is such a great example of how well they work together. The first meeting between married, human Sam and Bucky and mer!Tony was hilarious and also sets up the potential poly relationship very deftly. Tony works so well as a mer - somewhat *other* in his personality and reactions, but Bucky is so smitten anyway. The pacing is great, and the ending filled me with happiness for them. 🎇 Two's A Party, Three's A Really Good Time by Anonymous When Tony's not consumed by his projects, he's so animated and lively. Even his hands talk while he's rambling, swaying in the air accompanied by sharp flicks or lazy spins. He's just… Tony. And that indescribable part of him is what made Bucky think he'd be so good for Steve. It's only now, with Tony looking up at him with mirth in his eyes and his smiles tugged up into a teasing curve, that Bucky realizes that Tony would've been so good for him too. Group: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Tony (v-shaped poly) Rating: Teen Word Count: 4078 Review: A coffee shop AU that is just so sweet! Bucky is so loving despite his clueless state, and it's just a real treat to go along with his POV through Steve and Tony falling for each other and then his own eventual happy ending. 🎇 Not just friends (they were roommates) by justanotherpipedream Ty refuses to take no for an answer when Tony ends their relationship, so Natasha offers Tony her room in the loft. Tony's not sure what to expect when moving into an apartment with three roommates, but thankfully, Bucky, Sam and Steve welcome him into the fold. Group: Bucky/Steve/Tony/Sam Rating: Teen Word Count: 7303 (WIP)

Review: This fic uses an interesting writing style, with each short chapter focusing on different members of the poly group. Featuring some of my favorite tropes with these guys (battles over coffee! banter! Nat pointing out their obvious attraction to the guys!) I'm always excited to see a new chapter of this work.

🎇 I Gave You My Life, You Gave Me My Soul by newtypeshadow, Sagana_Rojana_Olt

When Bucky, held hostage, kills himself to keep Tony safe and Steve from being forced to trade lives, he has no idea that Tony and Steve will use his sacrifice to not only resurrect him, but give him the life he's always wanted. Group: Stuckony (Steve/Bucky/Tony) Rating: Mature Word Count: 6974 Review: This wonderful fic features impressive world-building and visceral emotions. Bucky's death and Stony's despair at the beginning are a gut-punch, but the happy ending is so sweet and their progress towards it so tender. I instantly bookmarked and look forward to my next re-read.

[yazthebookish]

Azriel helped Gwyn with the Valkyries knowledge

Yep.. you've read the title right.

While Cassian and Nesta were the main focus in ACOSF, if you look at what's happening in the background you'd catch this. And we know there's gradual development going on for both Azriel and Gwyn in the background.

Chapter 44:

“Cassian caught Nesta’s stare. “Some Valkyrie unit you have.” Gwyn whirled on Nesta. “You told him?” “No,” Nesta and Cassian said together.”

“Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priestesses, half-turned at the sound, brows high.”

“Azriel returned to his charges, but Nesta had a feeling the shadowsinger monitored every word, every gesture from his brother.”

Nesta smirked. “If we are to be Valkyries born again,” she said, “maybe we should combine the Illyrian and Valkyrie techniques.” She’d meant it in jest, but the words rumbled through the space, as if she’d spoken some great truth, something that made fate sit up. Azriel turned to them fully this time, eyes narrowed. Like those shadows had whispered something to him.”

It's at this chapter that Cassian speaks publicly about the trio looking into Valkyrie training. Azriel was amused by Gwyn squealing and even though he turned back to the priestesses he is training, his attention was still on their Valkyrie conversation. Gwyn inquired Cassian about why the Valkyries fought a lost battle and he didn't know but spoke of his time with them during the War. Gwyn suggested that why don't didn't Cassian make them try out the Valkyries techniques, Cassian said that he doesn't know them. At this, Nesta suggests that they should combine the Illyrian and Valkyrie techniques and Azriel turns at them. 

*Chapter 51 “Valkyrie”: (after Nesta and Cassian returned to Velaris from their week-long steamy hike)

“Gwyn snickered, her attention fixed on tying a length of white silk ribbon to a wood beam jutting from the side of the pit. Neither the ribbon nor the beam had been there a week ago, and Nesta had no idea how they’d even anchored the wood into the stone, but there it was.”

“Done,” Gwyn declared, the white ribbon fluttering in the wind where it hung from the beam. Behind them, a few of the priestesses working with Azriel had turned to see what the ribbon business was about. The shadowsinger crossed his arms, angling his head, but remained in his half of the ring.”

“Az told me you also started preliminary work with the steel blades while we were gone.” He nodded to Gwyn and Emerie, the former glancing toward Azriel, who watched in silence. “So show me what you learned. Cut the ribbon in two.” “We slice the ribbon in two,” Emerie asked Gwyn warily, “and our training is complete?” Gwyn again glanced to Azriel, who drifted closer. She said, “I’m not entirely sure.”

“Azriel murmured over a shoulder to the priestesses under his charge as they watched. They instantly began moving again. But Azriel’s attention remained on the ribbon.”

...

“Tell me you found their secret to cutting the ribbon.”“You and that ribbon,” Nesta muttered, shutting the tome. Of all of them, Gwyn had become the most relentless about succeeding.”

Nesta wonders about who anchored the wood-beam and how but obviously the answer is the person that overlooked Gwyn and Emerie's training while Nessian were away: Azriel. It seems like Emerie was clueless about the ribbon thing so I can only assume that Azriel suggested the ribbon idea to Gwyn since Gwyn seems like she's unsure of the whole process and keeps glancing at Azriel. Azriel seems interested enough in the ribbon that he would have his attention on it rather than continue overlooking the training of the priestesses under his charge.

Chapter 55:

“Azriel had winnowed her and Cassian here after training, but hadn’t lingered. Apparently, Gwyn wanted him to go over dagger handling, so he’d left them with a promise to return in an hour.”

More evidence that Azriel and Gwyn are spending time in training together. The text never indicates that Emerie is with them since she has a shop to manage. It's always Azriel paying attention to something about Gwyn or vice-versa

--- Chapter 58 “Winter Solstice” ---

Chapter 60: “5 days after Solstice”

“They fell silent again as Gwyn shifted her feet, angling the blade. The wind waggled the ribbon again, as if taunting her. Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face.”

“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?” Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. “You’re the new ribbon, Az.”

*** 2 months passed with training and they won the Blood Rite qualifier ***

Anyhow, there's quite something going on with Azriel and Gwyn in the background that we didn't see much of yet. Out of all the characters in the book, I think she's the one that got to be around him and see him more (even if it's primarily training) but they definitely had different interactions going on.

Also, the Ribbon IS Gwyn and Azriel's thing. You just don't use something to symbolize a connection between two characters unless there's something in the works for them.

[mrpenguinpants]

Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs [+ unhinged Venti]

Oh no, not strange at all! I love seeing the art people have done on human Dvalin and Andrius. I’m not entirely sure if you wanted a Venti x Dvalin x Andrius pairing but I’m going to assume so. But just in case, I added a few points of all 4 of your hanging out. How my desk is positioned with my window, the sun is shining directly into my eyes so I have to type in this weird position unless I want my eyeballs to melt.

Also, if any of this is wrong just look away. This took forever because holy crap there is so much lore on these 3. Not sure what exactly you had in mind so I made some general/friendship HCs

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs

Andrius

Andrius, also known as Lupus Boreas, was tasked with protecting the nation of Mondstadt under the request of Barbatos. He had a noble soul and mainly stays in the area of Wolvendom. He was strict, to the point, and never really partakes in whatever “foolish” activities Venti or Dvain get themselves into. But it’s all just a front because as soon as one of them get’s hurt or is in danger, his fangs and teeth are out. Even if it’s a cute hydro slime. Then he’ll take them by the scruff of their neck back to Wolvendom to get their wounds checked. On Venti it works, but with Dvalin’s dragon form. It’s amusing to see a pouting dragon getting dragged off by a wolf that wasn’t even double his size.

Not many Mondstadt citizen’s know but Andrius isn’t actually a wolf. He chooses to take the form of a wolf and should any of the wolves in Wolvendom be threaten, that’s the form he will appear in. But in truth, it was because Venti suggested it. If he was going to stay in Wolvendom and protect wolves then it made sense that his form would be the big bad wolf. Really Andrius just believes that Venti has a secret vendetta against cats and Andrius wouldn’t talk to Venti if he suggested that he take the form a dog.

There is a bit of discourse between Andrius and Venti due to Venti’s human-like appearance since Andrius views human society as a disappointment. Only accepting abandoned infants that have no where to go. But he does respect Barbatos and helped in his efforts to rebuild Mondstadt and protect it as one of the Four Winds.

While he doesn’t completely enjoy Venti’s extravagant personality he’s glad that Barbatos adopted the name and is living his life in freedom. Despite being the anemo archon, he chooses to live as Venti. Having fun in taverns and doing what he loves.

Venti

Venti always brings stories and sings for the two whenever he decides that it’s been too long since he’s seen his friends. He usually brings a bottle of wine even if he’s the only one that ever drinks - which is probably why he brings wine - which leads to Andrius scolding Venti to try and act civilized when he gets drunk and saying “No Dvalin, you cannot have some. The last time we let you drink you cried so much that Springvale still has a waterfall.”

It’s amusing to hear that after the war, the biggest problem Venti has right now is getting constantly ID checked. Dvalin takes this quite literally, since he still isn’t fully aware of taverns rules and regulations, that it takes both Venti and Andrius to hold him down before another Stormterror incident happens.

Venti has always been bold, never afraid to say anything, which was a trait that Dvalin and Andrius liked about the anemo archon. It was what made him the archon of freedom but sometimes Venti is a bit too bold and pretends to play fetch with Andrius wolf form. He is not amused. When he tries it with Dvalin, Dvalin will participate but he get’s confused and ends up just sitting beside Venti when the archon throws the stick. Which causes Venti to make a walk of shame to get the stick back.

When Venti acts as the Wind Archon it’s always a bit of whiplash when he talks in his philosophical state that it reminds Dvalin and Andrius that despite his childlike appearance and attitude, he was still the anemo archon. But it get quickly covered up when he says it’s time to switch back to Venti time.

It’s hard for them all to meet up in the present day. Dvalin stays in his domain while Andrius stays in Wolvendorm, all alone in their own domain. Venti prefers lively places than those quiet and solitude areas so he’s either in the City of Freedom or under the Windrise tree. But on occasions where he feels lonely he’ll swing by Dvalin’s lair and use the winds to carry their conversation to Andrius. Just so he isn’t left out.

If anyone asks where the ballads that Venti sings that are about a strict wolf and a nervous dragon, he’ll just say it was a passing tune he made up.

Dvalin

Dvalin, same as Andrius, lost his faith in humanity and the city of Mondstadt. He was released as his role as one of the four winds but continued to remain in Mondstadt. Similarly to Andrius he is distrustful around humans after being betrayed by them, chose to avoids human contact but he tries to adopt a more friendly side when Venti visits him.

Dvalin cares about Venti more and isn’t as standoffish in showing that he appreciates Venti compared to Andrius. Venti explained to him and showed him what freedom truly was he felt connected with someone for the first time. He did want to be understood and loved by the humans for who he was and what he wanted to protect. But that’s still a long road ahead.

He’s a curious but clumsy dragon. He’s pure of heart and steadfast in his goals which Venti is full-heartily cheering him on while Andrius disagrees but allows Dvalin to continue on this own path. Even if Andrius is on the other side of Mondstadt, he still tries to keep an eye out for Dvalin should the Abyss Order ever try and take his friend under their control.

However, due to how almost naïve the dragon is, he get’s into rather...interesting situations. While Andrius groans and Venti loses his absolute shit when Dvalin, still in his dragon form, lands and tries to observe the wolves. He only hides behind a thin tree that barely covers even 2% of his entire body and ends up scaring the wolves who run back to Andrius for safety. It takes a lot of consoling from Venti that the wolves didn’t like him, they were just scared and perhaps he should adopt a smaller form?

He’s still a bit sick from the aftermath of the Abyss Order and the poison of Durin so he can’t travel as far as he would like so Venti keeps him company. Telling him what the citizens of Mondstadt have been up to and playing music with his lyre.

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I love writing Venti, he’s so much fun. :) I say this but I live for Venti who hides behind this happy persona but is actually unhinged or deluded. I have many thoughts on this but I didn’t want to break the pace of the fic (plus this is getting pretty long anyways). So feel free to skip the rest of this if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m just spit balling right now.

But nervous and shy dragon Dvalin plus mother hen Andrius is canon. You cannot convince me otherwise.

This week has just turned into “what will we awaken today?” In other news, Lisa and Diluc. But it might be a bit late since this took some time to finish. In extra news, solo leveling just updated. Oh and jjk is (hopefully) getting a new episode tmr^^

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Barbatos

Andrius and Dvalin trust Venti to fulfill his archon duties should anything ever happen to Mondstadt. The same way Venti trusts the Four Winds will protect Mondstadt should anything dangerous arise. With the carefree nature of Venti making a sudden appearance after Barbatos’s year long nap, they both got a bit too comfortable with this happy-go-lucky version of their archon.

That is until Venti brings a fourth person into their trio. Someone who knew how to play the lyre and wished to fly and see the birds. Andrius and Dvalin share a quick look of anxious tension and it’s confirmed when Venti makes a small slip of the tongue and calls you by a certain boy’s name. They aren’t sure what to do or if Venti was starting to regress back into Barbatos and what that could mean for this innocent traveler.

“Barbatos defeated the previous ruler and left the city to rest because he didn’t want to become the same tyrant. But an archon is still an archon with responsibilities. Those responsibilities can be warped to the point that they believe they are helping and guiding their followers, but are actually trapping them in their cage. He is an archon that believes in freedom so his cage is just a bit bigger. Big enough that you can’t see the walls. Be careful traveler.”

Venti goes to greet you the next day you see him but his words seem to fade away when he approach's you. He asks if you’ve been talking to Andrius lately. You nod and ask how he knows. He says that you just spell like wolfhooks and that you shouldn’t worry about anything. 

The next day Andrius apologizes to you about his words and that he was mistaken. There was nothing to worry about and to trust Venti. You can see Dvalin a bit off to the side looking away nervously and a bit guilty.

Venti always makes sure that Andrius and Dvalin keep an eye on you, especially Dvalin when you’re in stormterror land. It was a pretty dangerous landscape to trek through. As for Andrius, he doesn’t want you to get hurt during your weekly practice fights. It wouldn’t do you any good if you got hurt and couldn’t explore this vast world with him.

[aremiies]

DRUMMER BOY.

pairings: drummer!bakugou x gn!leadsinger!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, incorrect!bakugou (i think), bad writing

other: band au. song prompt (i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys.)

notes: long over due part two, ik, ik. even though the first part of this was a fem!reader, i wanted to make this gn. ok thats it, enjoy <3

part one .

not my gif !

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it’s been less than a month after the bands gig at rolling red, and they’d all begged you to stay. after the performance, an owner of another lounge had asked for you guys to play at his establishment. of course, you all said yes and now you had three weeks until you played there. all had been going pretty well. you, mina and jirou were working on a new song to sing since you thought repetitiveness with your performances may give you a bad rep. the three of you sat in the break room of the music store brainstorming. it was quiet; the only sound being the soft tapping of the mechanical pencil on the notepad in front of you.

mina broke the somewhat silences when she threw her arms up in frustration, “ugh! i cant think of anything else!”

“yeah,” you nodded in agreement “neither can i...”

“okay, we’ve been thinking about this for a while, i think we deserve a break. c’mon let’s go see what the guys are doing.” jirou suggested after a few more moments. you and mina agreed, you placed the pencil down and proceeded to the front of the store where you saw kaminari, bakugou and kiri beginning to close.

“yo, guys!” mina greeted the three, “need any help?”

over the last two or so weeks, you’d come to love the pink haired girl. her positive, bubbly attitude was exactly the thing you needed in your life sometimes. she was a breath of fresh air when you were stressed, and always knew exactly what to say when you were upset.

kaminari, who’d been sweeping the floor, turned his attention to the three of you,”oh hey guys! you were so quiet back there i forgot about you.” he chuckled.

“he’s right. i kind of forgot you three were here. did you get any good lyrics down?” kirishima added as he finished sanitizing the instruments that’d been used throughout the day.

you sighed, “we got a few lines down, but for some reason we literally can’t think of anything.” you could hear bakugou’s “tch.” from his place by the front door.

“you think you need help?” kiri asked putting down the disinfectant wipes he’d been using.

“yeah actually, do you think you guys may be able to?” jirou asked the trio, to which they obviously agreed.

the six of you then made your way to the back practice room and shut the door, this was about the time you guys had rehearsals anyway, so you were right on schedule more or less.

“okay, so this is what we have so far,” you began, sliding the notepad in the middle of the table for everyone to see.

as the boys quickly read over the lyrics, you watched bakugou’s eyebrows furrow and un-furrow. you watched as he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as if he was thinking; deciphering the lyrics, wondering what they meant.

“well first of all,” the blonde mumbled under his breath, “this is actually... okay progress. you guys have gotten pretty far with lyrics for this to be a new song.”

“thank you!” mina beamed while you just smiled at his attempt at a compliment.

“so, i’m guessing this is a love song?” kirishima spoke up.

you went stiff when you heard kiri’s question. you wouldn’t say love, no, that would be way too strong of a word for your liking. you thought of it more of having a somewhat pining for someone you found attractive; in both ways, not just one.

you felt mina and jirou look over to you, waiting on you to answer. 

you let a nervous chuckle escape your lips, “w-well... i don’t know, i wouldn’t call it a love song-”

“oh, come on. the phrase ‘i wanna be yours’ ? that tells me everything i need to know honestly.” kaminari teased.

“no, no, it’s just.. no. it’s just a song.” you tried to explain.

“the lyrics are nothing short of what someone would write when they’re in love.” kiri joined in on the teasing.

“and if it’s just a song, why are the lyrics so heartfelt? these seem like you’re speaking from experience. who is it?” bakugou chimed in.

mina and jirou kept quiet, though they did have an idea or two as to who it was about. 

“okay, okay, first of all, love is way too strong of a word.” you rolled your eyes.”i prefer a somewhat attraction to said person.”

you felt your face get hotter and hotter with each second the five teens spent looking at you. so what if it was a love song? was it really that big of a deal; not that it really mattered, but you swore that if you had to endure another second of what seemed like judgmental silence, you were gonna combust.

“guys, leave the poor thing alone,” jirou and shook her head and put a hand on your shoulder.

you somewhat smiled in relief.

“let them be in love in peace!” you heard the girl finish with a teasing tone laced in her voice.

you rolled your eyes once more, “okay, okay! let’s just figure out some more lyrics.” the rest of the team agreed, scooting their chairs closer to the table as you all began to brainstorm.

 after half an hour of brainstorming and making a little more progress, bakugou spoke up, “wait- y/n, do you guys even know what you want the instrumental to sound like? do you have chords written down?” he raised a brow, waiting for your answer, though he already knew what you were going to say.

“uh.. no, we don’t, but we’re working on it.” you assured.

he gave a soft “mhm” before he tilted his head back and to the side before running a hand through his striking blonde hair, sliding the hand down to his cheek where he then began to rest his head in it. 

you watched his movements intently with your mouth slightly agape, wondering just how the hell someone could be so pretty. how he could manage to look so good doing the most mundane of things. asking yourself how could he be so mesmerizing without even trying. 

you snapped your mouth shut the second you saw his crimson eyes meet your (eye color) ones. you felt your mouth get abnormally dry as you watched him look you up and down before meeting your eyes again. you felt as if your heart was about to drop into the pit of your stomach, you were sure the others could hear it beating. it felt as if this moment had been going on for hours when it’d really only been about 15 seconds. you felt tingles flow throughout your body as you watched an almost unnoticeable smirk make it’s way across his lips. a smirk nobody else could’ve possibly seen unless they were staring at him as hard as you were. and that’s when you looked away, finally taking the liberty to compose yourself.

‘since when did any guy have this affect on me?’ you asked yourself.

when you finally zoned back in, you noticed the room was unusually quiet, you turned to look at the rest of the teens who were either focused on you, or bakugou.

oh. they noticed.

“the hell was that-?” mina spoke up, turning her head from bakugou to look over at you.

“were you guys speaking telepathically or some shit?” kaminari chimed in which earned a stifled laugh from kiri and jirou.

“staring contest.” bakugou said with a small smile patent on his lips, his eyes still trained on you features. 

you looked towards the boy once more upon hearing his voice, “yeah. exactly.”

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about an hour later everyone had decided that it was time for the six of you to go home and get some rest. you agreed, although you somewhat wanted to continue writing, considering you made little progress today. nonetheless, you grabbed your bag and made your way out the practice room. as you made your way to the front door, you noticed that among the rest of the teens, bakugou wasn’t there. 

you furrowed your brows and stopped before turning back around towards the practice room, “hold on guys, i think i’m gonna stay a bit longer.” you notified your friends. 

upon making it back to the practice rooms, you spotted bakugou sitting in the same spot, looking over the lyrics with a pencil in his hand. you watched as he would hum something before thinking it over and writing it down. it seemed that he already had an idea of what he wanted the song to sound like. he seemed content, and you found yourself sitting there for much longer than you had originally planned. 

“hey,” you piped up.

he looked towards the door to find you leaning against the frame, “what?”

“you okay? er... need any help?” you inquired, walking over to the table and taking a spot in the chair next to him.

“i mean, i guess... i kinda got a few more things down.” he shrugged as he slid the notepad over to you and let you read what he’d wrote down.

not to say that you’d underestimated the boy, but you didn’t think that he’d grasp the theme of the song this well; you just didn’t think that it was his type of song.

“you grasped this way better than i thought you would.” you said to him.

he raised a brow, “what’d you think? that i don’t understand feelings of infatuation? love?”

“oh... no, no, no that’s not what i was tying to say at all. i’m sorry if it came off that way.”

bakugou let out a small chuckle, “i’m joking, dumbass. i understand.”

it went silent for a second before you broke it, “so you understand what the song’s about?”

“of course i do, i’m not stupid. i just wanna know who it’s about.” he turned to look at you, “who’s it about?”

once again you felt your mouth get dry and your heard your heartbeat in your ears. you felt your hands get sweaty and-

“you don’t have to answer, y’know. i can see you getting nervous.”

you made a face that said “huh?” before you answered, “i’m not.” you lied. “besides, you keep asking me who it’s about, when i feel like you have a hunch...” 

he gave you a look before chuckling a bit and looking back to the notepad in front of you. though he looked confident, he was sweating bullets. every alarm in his head was going off saying that the song was about him, not that those alarms were wrong, but he kept on thinking ‘what if they are?’ 

like i said: they weren’t.

“and if i do?” he replied.

now it was your turn to seem confident, “i would tell you to tell me who you think it is.” you said as you rested your elbow on the table and gazed at him.

bakugou felt the tips of his ears turn the lightest shade of pink as his eyes set on you and your expression. did you have any idea what you did to this poor boy?

spoiler: you did.

the both of you stared at each other in silence, just as you’d did before. you waited for bakugou to answer you, while bakugou waited for the courage he needed to do so.

“y/n,” he began

“hm?”

“me?” 

you raised a brow, “what about you?” you asked, already knowing what he meant.

“ugh i- the song... is it about me?”

“let’s finish it and maybe you’ll find out.” you tilted your head and gave him a smile before grabbing the pencil from his hand.

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two weeks later and two days away from the gig, you and bakugou once again found yourselves in the company of just each other as you finalized the lyrics and chords to the song. 

“i really do like working with you.” you broke the silence the two of you were currently in.

bakugou nearly dropped the guitar he was sturmming, “huh? you mean like... the band?”

you shrugged, “i mean, yeah, them too, but when we stay after together? i really enjoy it.”

bakugou swallowed thickly. what was he supposed to say back? it’s not like he didn’t enjoy working one on one, quite frankly it was one of the only things he looked forward to in the day besides going home. 

“i know it’s kind of weird for me to say that, sor-”

“no.” he interrupted.

“what?”

“i mean, don’t apologize. i really like it too...” he mumbled.

a smile involuntarily made it’s way onto your face.

“also,” he continued, “your progress has been... really good... you’re doing a really good job and i just thought you should know that.”

“well that’s only because i had a really blunt, but amazing teacher to help me.” you smiled at him.

bakugou looked at you and your smile, his face softening at the sight.

since when did you become so pretty?

he spared you a glance and shook his head softly, your smile was utterly contagious.

“yeah, yeah. let’s just run through this; make sure everything’s where it needs to be.” he instructed, to which you nodded, grabbed your bass and walked over to him.

you sat down on the floor next to him then looked at him once again, waiting for his cue. bakugou looked back, having to compose himself before he got lost in your gaze.

he then gave you said cue, and the two of you strummed the beginning chords together. nothing except the comforting sounds of the notes filling the atmosphere around you two. and as the two of you continued, bakugou found a smile beginning to grow on his sharp features. he didn’t bother to try and stop it, either.

 why would he? he’d never thought that he’d enjoy these moments with you as much as he did. whenever you two would have these one on one’s, he felt as if time was of no essence; as if nothing and nobody else mattered except the two of you. by the time the song ended, the boy was full on grinning. 

“that was good!” you beamed at him, “what did you think?”

bakugou nodded, “you did- i mean we did great. it sounded amazing.”

“ready to go?” you asked as you began to pack up.

he nodded silently as he did the same.

“you don’t have to talk me home this time, i can tell you’re tired.” you told him before you exited.

“you sure?” he questioned. he would feel somewhat guilty if you were to walk home alone in the dark, but you assured him that it was okay. then, you bid your goodbye’s and you gave him a short hug, eventually the two of you locked up the store and parted ways.

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the night of the performance, you found yourself backstage with the rest of your friends and the people on stage wrapped up their set. 

“you guys nervous?” kaminari asked as he paced back and forth, he couldn’t seem to keep himself still.

“not gonna lie...” jirou began, “kinda... i mean, this place is much bigger than the last, and who knows who could be out there.”

mina perked up, “you’re right! that’s all the more reason to do our bests. we’ve all worked our asses off these past three weeks, and it shows. it doesn’t matter how good or bad someone else thinks we sound, because at the end of the day, nobody else’s opinion matters but ours. plus we sound fucking amazing, so fuck any and everybody who says we don’t.”

“mina is right. we’ve all made amazing progress, and we sound amazing,” bakugou spoke up, “there’s no reason to be nervous. so... just don’t fuck it up on the day it actually counts.”

a couple of laughs were shared at bakugou’s attempt at a pep talk, and then, as if on cue, your band name was announced onstage, signalling for you all to come on out. you looked over at bakugou, who for some reason was already looking at you, and smiled and encouraging smile. one to which his face couldn’t help but soften at.

when the six of you made it to the front stage, there was a welcoming applause. you all waved at the faces in the crowd before taking your places and getting everything set.

moments later, you were ready, and bakugou was giving his famous drummer count off.

the beat was slow and comforting. you could hear each note that everyone was playing perfectly. you swayed to the sound the instruments made while simultaneously trying to keep the note up on your own. then, you took a step toward the microphone and began to sing the first lyrics. 

your voice come out smooth, as if it was some type of silk. although you were nervous as shit, you made it seem effortless. with mina and jirou’s supporting vocals in the background, everything sounded heavenly; just as you knew it would.

bakugou however, could only focus on the sound of your voice. he couldn’t hear anything else but the sound of you singing. in his eyes, nobody else was in the room besides you and him, and he swore thinking about the current situation in that way made him less nervous. watching you sway left and right as the next lyrics rolled off your tongue readily with your eyes closed and the stage lights shining on you just right? you looked incredible.

“secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought. maybe, i just wanna be yours,”

the sirens in the blonde boys head were once again going crazy, and as he leaned up to his mic for leading vocals, he felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. he was absolutely positive that everyone in the audience could see how hard he was staring at you.

the thoughts of your one on one’s, your smile and you in general swarmed his thoughts, and by this point, he wanted nothing more than to be yours and yours only.

“ i wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion. at least as deep as the pacific ocean; i wanna be yours.”

the whole time you sang, you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, but you knew who it was. bakugou staring at you as if you might disappear if he looked away may or may not have put a tinge of confidence in your play style as well as the way you sang.

oh, and the crowd? they loved it.

the loved the song, they loved the way you all played. you all could tell they were really enjoying this.

soon the song ended and the audience gave you the applause you all deserved. you grinned as you all made your ways backstage where you all joined in a group hug. 

“oh, y/n you did great !” kirishima complimented you, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“me?! you guys sounded amazing, don’t give me all the credit !” you gushed.

eventually, the group dispersed, and bakugou saw this as his chance to approach you. he was sweating, and he had no idea if it was because of the stuffiness of the air backstage or if he was genuinely nervous about what he was planning on doing. “y/n,” he started.

you looked up from your phone, eyes brightening as they made contact with bakugou’s own, “oh, bakugou, you did really good out there y’know? you were the main one i heard when you guys did the back-up vocals. you sounded amazing.” you praised.

“oh shut up, it was all you. your voice is gorgeous, y’know.” he stated. 

you felt your cheeks heat up at his words, something about bakugou complimenting you in such a way made you feel warm inside, “thank you. that means alot coming from you.”

“i- uh... i still have one question...” the boy quipped

“go on.”

“who? who was the song about... you never told me.”

you felt a small smirk find it’s way onto your lips, “and who did you say you thought the song was about?”

bakugou swallowed hardly, “m- me.” he said, clearing his throat mid-way through.

“and what if i told you it was?” you implied, inching your face closer to his.

you watched bakugou’s cheeks turn pink before he replied, “i’d say... i wanna be yours.”

you took that as your invite to connect your lips together. the moment bakugou felt your warm lips on his, he didn’t waste another second before he kissed you back. you ran a hand up the back of his head as the kiss continued, and bakugou swore he was in heaven.

once you broke away, you looked at him with a teasing smile, “you be mine, and i’ll be yours?”

“deal.”

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i had absolutely no idea ho to end this, but i hope you enjoyed <3

[justreadingfics]

It’s a Deal  (Prologue)

Series Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings (for the entire series): +18 only, smut, casual sex, Bucky is a whore, boytoy!Bucky and proud, acquaintances to fuck buddies to maybe lovers, fluff, eventual angst, mention to past relationship, break-up.

A/N: I was going to write something for Looking for a Heartbeat universe, but this idea came up and I was so excited. This is me trying my hand at romantic comedy. It’ll be very smutty but there’ll be angst eventually because it’s me. This version of Bucky is different from everything I’ve written before, but I think this is one of the beauties of this character. He’s so nuanced and layered, there’s always a new version of him to be explored. I hope you guys like it and stick with me. I’m planning 10 chapters, but the number may change.  The link to the my masterlist is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. @lesqui​ you’re a Rockstar.

When Natasha bursts into his apartment - like she’s done many many times before- holding up a big cup of coffee, the first thing that hits her is the smell lingering in the air, making her whole face scrunch up. The whole apartment stinks of  a fucking orgy and she doesn’t even get to act surprised or outraged. This is what it’s been like. Ever since Bucky started to get better, changing from the brooding shadow that had first arrived to regaining his self-confidence, he’s been spending it and his whole package of super soldier stamina like that. A new night a new girl. Or two… she realizes when she spots the pair of different underwear over his couch as she makes her way to his bedroom.  Three? She shoots an eyebrow high at the sight of a third one hanging around the doorknob.

She would die before touching the damn thing and, because she’s also always up for a little show, she decides to use one of her signature moves to make herself into his bedroom. A powerful  kick to the door is enough to have the effect she wanted : three different tones of high-pitched screams and a low groan fills the room.  

Natasha doesn’t need to say anything. Just her steady, impassive demeanor while still in her Black Widow uniform from the last mission is enough to make the trio of naked bodies move. They  shoot themselves out of the bed and scramble to pick up pieces of clothes from the floor.

“Ugh, sorry, sweethearts.” Bucky’s voice is groggy with sleep and muffled by the pillow, “Thanks for last night, though, it was amazing.” He raises his thumb up but remains lying on his stomach, his very naked behind exposed,  completely unphased by Natasha’s presence.

The girls rush past her without even daring to  glance at the Avenger. Well, except for the owner of the underwear on the doorknob, who gives her much more than a glance in the shape of a shameless once over and a lustful wink before grabbing the piece of lacey and fleeing, putting it on along with her dress on her way.

With an exaggerated yawn, Bucky catches Natasha’s attention again and she steps into his room as he rolls over and sits on the mattress. At least he has the decency to pull a sheet to cover his front before he stretches his arm to the air letting out a second yawn, “What is it this time?” This is  definitely not the first time a scenario like that has taken place, to Natasha’s exasperation.

“Crowded around here, huh?” Walking over to him with a judging brow up, she hands him the coffee, which he promptly accepts, “Do you even know their names?”

“Sofia, Olivia, and Amanda,” he answers simply before taking a sip from the coffee,  “The one checking you out was Amanda, she’s nice, I think you’d like her, and you’ve seen them before here, just not the three of them together.” He smirks, raising a feigned innocent gaze from his cup to her.

Natasha chooses to ignore the answer in favor of letting a huff out, “We - and by we I mean Fury - missed you at the debriefing.” She glances around, trying to find a place she could sit without accidently making contact with any kind of… fluids. Spotting the armchair nearby, she shoots a questioning look at Bucky.

He presses his lips in a guilty fine line and shrugs, “I think you’re safe standing up.”

“You’re gross, you know that right?” She grimaces, crossing her arms in front of her. “How the hell did this happen, anyway? We got here around one  am from the mission.”

He shakes his head dismissively, “You know I have my ways and I needed to shake the stress off. Too much energy to spend.” 

“I can see that,” She laughs, “I mean…Three?

“You were there. It was a hard mission.” The corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he grins back at her.

“That it was,” she agrees, letting some air out in a puff, “And that’s why I’m here now. You weren’t picking your goddamn phone and Fury wants to debrief with you before he signs the reports.”

“Ugh,” Bucky rolls his eyes, blowing some steam out of his cup of coffee, “that guy... what a huge pain in the ass, right?”

Natasha catches the playful tone and shakes her head, holding back the smile, “You won’t make me bad talk him, you know that.”

She can’t keep the smile suppressed any longer when he lets his head fall back and laughs. Carefree and contagious. It took him a while to get there, but now? Laughters, giggles, and jokes are a part of who Bucky Barnes is. For that, she’s thankful.  

“Alright, just give me a minute,” he concedes, bringing his coffee back to his lips.

Watching him, her face turns a bit more serious. “How long will you keep this up, huh?” she asks, bringing her hands to her hips.  

With the back of his hand, he wipes a bit of coffee that slips from the corner of his mouth “What?” His forehead crinkles as his attention is focused on cleaning himself.

“This lifestyle of yours…” Natasha waves a hand around the room and over himself, “Don’t you ever want to… I don’t know… settle down for one woman or something like that?”

The confused expression that shifts Bucky’s face as he looks back at her is almost comical. “Why in the world would I do that?” He puts the cup of coffee on the nightstand, before standing up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. “This is so much fun, no strings attached… just good old exchange of fluids, enjoying one another’s bodies… and the next morning we’re off with our lives.” Ignoring the disapproval look on Natasha, he grins down at her, before passing by her to walk towards his closet.

“I know this might be a good deal for you, but what about the women you bring down here, is this fair with them?” Natasha insists.

“Ok, now listen,” Bucky turns back to her, pulling an underwear from the drawer, “All the girls I hook up with want the exact same thing I want, “ He leans down to put on the underwear under the sheet covering his lower half, before letting the white fabric pull down on the floor. “They’re here for the sex just as much as I am.” He turns back to the closet, fumbling with his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“Fury needs me asap.” He deadpans, before continuing while putting on his jeans, “Not once I took advantage of anyone, I guarantee you that. I´m not fooling them, they’re not fooling me. It’s a fair deal. Perfect to be honest, pleasant, I mean very pleasant to both sides…” He smirks before raising his gaze filled with mischief from where he’s  buckling his belt to her, “You damn well know how good it- I can be…”

Her eyes roll at his smirk and she crosses her arms in front of her again. “That ship has sailed, Barnes.” It was just one time months ago and she knows she will never hear the end of it.

“Just saying…” Bucky shrugs, tying his hair back into a low bun, keeping the half smile on his lips, “Whenever you need to shake the stress off again, you can always count on me.” He winks.

“Yeah, right, go take a fucking shower and then we can talk.” Natasha grabs a pillow from his bed and throws at him. “Ok, I get it, I’m not an expert here and probably not the right person to be telling you this, but don’t you feel like you’re missing things? Or maybe that you’re hiding from something?” she suggests, walking past his bed to come closer to him.

“Nat, I swear… I’m not hiding from anything, there’s no hidden feelings or fears or anything like that… It’s just sex.” He states, sounding a bit more thoughtful with his friend’s worries , putting on a white t-shirt as she’s now just a few steps away from him. “People usually make a big deal about it, but that’s it. Sex is just sex. It’s fun and a fucking amazing experience to share with someone. And that’s it. Me and the women I spend time with are very sure about that. No worry.”  As he finishes dressing himself up, he places both hands on Natasha’s shoulders.

She aims a deadly glare at where he touches her, “I honestly can’t decide if you’re a pig or a genius, but right now take your  unwashed hands off of me.”

Bucky laughs, squeezing and shaking her shoulders halfheartedly, “I took a shower before I went to sleep, calm your damn titties.” He removes his hands anyway before placing a kiss on top of her head, gaining a hiss in exchange, “And a genius, of course.”

“All right,” Natasha says after glancing at her watch, “Nine. I still need a shower myself and at least a nap before Y/N drops by for lunch. You go see Fury now.” She commands, tapping his shoulder and already moving past him to the door.

“Oh, Y/n? From the tech department?” The peak of interest on his voice behind her doesn’t go unnoticed by Natasha, “It’s been a while since I last saw her, how’s she? Still with that boyfriend of hers? What’s his name again?”

“Eddie. And no, they’ve broken up actually,” she answers, already opening the door to leave his apartment, “But don’t even think about it,” She warns, already sensing the smirk on his lips without even looking back at him, “She would never take one of your deals.” Natasha shuts the door before he could say anything else.

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“Fuckbucket! Bumhole, son of motherfucker arseclowns! Goddamit nutsack!” The line of curses being spat out of your mouth is followed by you grabbing the bottle of tabasco and dropping almost half of its content over the plate of linguine in front of you.

Natasha says nothing, chewing her own pasta slowly as she stares you down, wondering how that combination of words could be the one to come up to your head when you wanted to swear. The small bistro is crowded and a few heads turn in your direction following your little – and kinda cute, if she’s going to be honest- outburst.

“Sorry…” Glancing around you seem to notice the brief but unwanted attention as your voice shrinks and your shoulders drop. “I asked for it fucking spicy, though,” you add in a mumble, only stressing the new curse, bringing a fork of linguine inside your mouth. You sigh, seeming finally pleased with the level of spice in it.

“Ok…” Nat drags the word as her eyes drop at the glass of wine in front of you. The second one already, “Bad day, I assume?”

A guttural and frustrated groan slips out of you as you swallow your food and take a long sip from the wine, “I’m just… ugh, everything sucks these days.” You place back the glass on the table a little more forcefully than it should be expected, your eyes following the move of your hand.

“Something at work?” Nat asks, “Do I need to talk to Tony?” She tilts her head, a hint of exasperation on her words.

“No, no. Of course not.” You wave a dismissive hand, “That lunatic is the best boss I could ever have asked for.” A quick but honest smile forms in your lips. 

“Alright…” Natasha accepts, “Eddie, then?” She tries again.

“No… sort of. I don’t know.” You sigh, now playing with the food in your plate as your jaw tightens.

“Talk…” Natasha orders, putting down her fork beside her plate and brushing her hands together, swallowing the food in her mouth. “Have you been seeing him at work? It’s been a while since I last saw him in the Tower.” She leans her head on her joined hands as she rests her elbows over the table, giving you her full attention.

“He’s been promoted to a leadership position at SHIELD’s tech department, that’s why you haven’t seen him.” You respond, still playing with your food, “I haven’t seen him either, not ever since we broke up, but I guess splitting up is doing wonders for him.” You bite your cheek.

“How long has it been already, three months?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“You miss him.” Natasha affirms rather than asks, a sweet comprehensive tone on her words as she crosses her forearms over the table, leaning forward. You two haven’t had the time to properly talk about your breakup, given Nat’s mission schedules and your own job, which can be a pain in the ass when it comes to work-hours.

“Of course, I do,” you say, looking up to the ceiling and shaking your head before moving your gaze to her again, “It’s like… I never saw it coming. Almost ten years of relationship… when he said he needed to talk I thought he was going to propose.” You scoff, covering your face with both hands in pure disbelief in yourself, “But instead he said he wanted a new path for his life. What the hell does that mean?” You raise your voice along with your arms to each side of you.  

“I hate to say this, dear.” Natasha grabs her glass of water and takes a sip before resuming, “But you know I’m not one to sugarcoat the truth and it probably means he’s fucking someone else…sorry.” She shrugs, knowing she could be sounding a little harsh, but she’s aware sometimes harshness is the right medicine.  

“Well, at least someone is getting fucked,” you mutter under your breath, while rolling the pasta in your fork to shove it your mouth.

The slipped comment sets off Natasha curiosity instantly and she just eyes you for a second before urging, “Well, elaborate.”

“Ugh… Jesus.” You grunt before taking in a deep breath, “You know, I do miss him in my life, but God… what has been killing me right now is,” you lean forward, getting closer to Nat as she mimics you, “I’m so fucking horny.”  You whisper as Natasha’s eyes grow round at your admission. You had never said anything like that to her before, you two are close friends but you’re always so reserved about your private life, “It’s been almost a year.”

“A year?” She whispers loudly, but lowers her voice as you quickly shush her, mortified someone would hear you two, “But…”

“Yeah, I know the break up was three months ago, but it doesn’t mean I was getting any before that,” you admit, frustration seeping into your voice.  

“Oh, honey…” Natasha tilts her head, trying to convey empathy towards you rather than judgement.

“I know, right?” You smile sadly, leaning backwards in your chair, “How was I even surprised when things went south? I don’t even know what happened, to be honest. We just… stopped.” You shrug a shoulder, grabbing your fork to play with it absentmindedly, staring down at it, “And I was ok with it. At least I think I was,” You look back at Nat, who’s just listening to you attentively, “I guess I thought at least I had everything else. I don’t know...” You shake your head in a sign of disapproval of yourself, “But after we broke up?” Once again you lean over to whisper, “That’s all I think about. Almost everyone I see ends up in a fantasy of mine. Things I never even dreamed about wanting… I eat a fucking strawberry and suddenly I’m turned on.”  Your desperation is visible in your big, round eyes and audible in your rapid speech.

“Why don’t you go out, meet someone, then?” Natasha tries to hold back her laugh out of respect for you.  

“Ugh,” you wave her off, glancing to the side with a grimace, “Too much work. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for anything else.” You shake your head, “I just want to fuck.” You add in a grunt, shaking your legs in a very bratty way.

“Oh, wow,” Nat leans back to her seat, “I never saw this coming.”

“Can I tell you something?” You say, after studying Nat. When she nods and leans closer to you again, you continue, keeping your voice low, “Eddie was the only one I ever been with.”

Natasha chokes on nothing and quickly grabs her cup of water, gulping in down to the last drop, “How the hell did this happen?” she yelps.

“Well, back in highschool I wasn’t really ready, and then in college I met Eddie.” You shrug, curling your lips down, “We’ve been together ever since. But after he broke up with me, that was one of the first things on my mind, the thought repeating itself like a parrot in my head. That I had never been with another man.”

“Hell, sis,” Nat exhales, “I’m starting to understand your situation now.”

“Ugh, Nat, seriously, I just need someone to fuck me senseless.” You tighten your teeth and make a grabbing gesture with your hands, “Just some primal, animalistic sex, I need someone, anyone who can take me properly. No strings attached…Nothing else, I’m tired of everything else.” You shut your eyes, shaking your head, before looking around you. Satisfied no one is staring or listening, you once again bends closer to Nat across the table, “Even thought about hiring a goddamn escort, but I just bought the condo with Eddie, and, until we figure this out, I’m broke as fuck.”  

Nat’s jaw drops. She’s speechless, utterly speechless. As you look back at her, a bit of shame but also expectancy gleaming in your eyes, a thought pops into Natasha’s mind. The universe must be playing with her, and that’s what she finally says to you. “Holy shit, the universe must be putting on a fucking joke on me.”

“Why?” You squint at her, “What do you mean?”

Natasha doesn’t answer right away. She ponders the thought for a moment. It might not be a bad idea, actually. Shaking some steam off, having a different and lighter experience with someone else, a little bit of fun… that might be exactly what you’re needing, and who could be more perfect for that? At least he’s someone Natasha trusts. She sure hopes so. “Are you serious about all of that? You’re really just looking for sex and nothing else?” Natasha checks.  

“Dead serious.” It’s your straight up answer.  

“Ok,” She decides, nodding once, “I may regret this sooner than I think but I might have the perfect guy for you.” 

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[anxiouslyfred]

Janus Parents Who?

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 4 prompt ‘parents’

Summary: Remus and Virgil know they aren’t brothers, despite both thinking of Janus as their Dad. The argument over whose dad Janus actually is carries on through their childhoods, reconciling when Thomas accepts all his sides and eventually starting to Date. Janus just hopes there’s a final resolution to be found because the screaming is over dramatic.

Warnings: Caps Lock Screaming, arguments, spider mention,

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Janus had come out of his room some time after yelling had broken out. He knew from the start that raising and looking after Remus and Virgil would be a challenge, but had also realised within a few arguments of theirs that intervening at the beginning would only lengthen how long they might disagree for.

“Well now, you two seem to be perfectly at peace with each other. Whom shall I thank for the relaxing evening?” He got their attention in an instant, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“We aren't BROTHERS!” Remus screamed, flinging an arm towards Virgil in accusation. “You're MY DAD! Not HIS!”

“Janus was my Dad first. That means you're the adopted one!” Virgil hissed back, moving to tug on one of Janus's arms, eyes pleading for his side to be taken.

That was clearly the worst thing Janus could do. Taking either side would be bad, but letting Remus feel rejected so soon after losing his brother and the complete rejection of Thomas knowing him could quite possibly destroy what control he'd maintained.

“When did you two decide that you aren't brothers? So far as I was aware I have 2 children to look after and oh, look at this, there are 2 children living with me.” Janus played surprised, counting his fingers and then the other sides in the room. “We all know that no matter what my role is, mathematics doesn't lie.”

Today he would work soft words to calm the boys down, and try to figure out just why they no longer believed themselves to be brothers. Hopefully tomorrow he would know how to resolve the argument properly.

/jrv\

It had been a long time since Janus had seen that specific glare on Remus's face and despite the urgent summons from Patton that had brought him there, he was very tempted to just fetch something from the kitchen before going to hide.

“Janus is my Dad. You can't Have Him!” Remus growled out, and yep, the glare was for exactly the same reason it always had been. That sounded like Virgil had mentioned liking having him as a Dad once more so their old feud was beginning all over again.

“Dude, it was Roman who said Janus acts like my Dad and he's always been that to me anyway. You can't dictate who my Parent is.” Virgil had almost hit Roman in the gesture towards him while glaring at Remus.

Patton was already hurrying over, ever ready to try calming down any argument. “Come on kiddo's. Being a Dad to one person doesn't mean you can't be to someone else. I thought you liked each other now so why not try-”

“WE AREN'T BROTHERS!” Janus had yanked his hat down to cover his ears just in time to muffle the combined scream of Remus and Virgil. He'd still never got a good explanation over why that decision was made but had learnt a million times over not to question it.

“Yes, that's been blatantly obvious as long as I've know you both. You're as different as Roman and Remus, I'm sure.” Janus drawled, mostly just to get the attention away from Patton before he tried again to suggest they could be.

It was almost too predictable that both sides he'd raised immediately gestured to the other angrily. “Tell him I'm your son and he isn't!”

“Hang on, Remus is my brother. Should I be included in this argument or not?” Roman's question only caused more arguing between Virgil and Remus, things Janus had heard them say a million times.

Only after Logan had emerged wondering what all the noise was about did Janus realise the vehemence wasn't in the argument any more. It was almost like the pair were just arguing over who he was a parent to as a way to reconnect with each other. Perhaps he wouldn't ask Patton what to tell them about who he was a parent to; not just yet anyway.

/VJR\

Remus and Virgil starting to date should have settled the issue.

Seriously, Janus could not believe that they still wanted to know who he was a true parent to after all this time and was honestly convinced that no side was actually a parent to any other. It wouldn't make sense for there to be parental relationships among the sides, given they were all just parts of what made up Thomas Sanders.

One thing was clear though and that between Roman, Remus and Virgil there had been an agreement struck that they were the children of the family and all children must have parents. Perhaps it was something to do with how they used the imagination to create and resolve situations or something, but the trio were resolute. If only they could be equally resolute on who was their assigned parents.

“JANUS IS MY DAD! PRODIGAL SON IF YOUR GOING TO QUOTE THE FUCKING BIBLE AT ME!!” Virgil's scream broke through what had been a quiet afternoon as he stormed out of his room and down into the living room.

Remus was already giving chase though. “MINE! At least I stuck with him and listen to the rules he makes!”

“That doesn't make you his son, it makes you a fucking suck-up!”Virgil hissed back. “Besides families have arguments sometimes. Don't try to claim otherwise cause I've seen how you react to your dearest brother.”

As ever when Roman was mentioned in a vaguely complimentary way he spoke up, “Well how about that, I already have a Dad, so maybe Janus actually is Virgil's dad after all.”

Only a beat of silenced passed before Remus was screaming, wailing almost over being the rejected son, abandoned at birth, with Virgil wrapped around him and glaring for anybody to agree with Roman.

“No no no, Octospider, you weren't. You were always loved and I can't imagine anybody doing something like that. Janus must be your Dad, cause nobody could bare to lose a wonderful gremlin like you.” The crooning words made all the other sides, now all present after hearing the screams, freeze.

Patton had been moving forwards at Roman's reasoning to agree and make some dad jokes to try and finally settle the ongoing dispute, never thinking about what that would mean given the divide split the sides for most of Thomas's life. Now he could only hope Roman had some other idea that would calm them both down whenever the brother comment was actually questioned and glanced to Janus to check how he'd taken Virgil's change of heart.

Janus had already moved to join Virgil in holding Remus, “There we go Darling. I'm your Dad, and have always kept you with me. Nobody has been rejecting you here, just hoarding your madness all for myself. It was far to precious to even dream of sharing when you were younger.”

“B-b-b-But Patton Hates me and he's Roman's Dad, how – how can I be yours when my brother is his?” Remus managed to ask, burying himself in Virgil's hoodie after asking the question. It looked like there could be tentacles as well as arms tying Remus to his boyfriend as he continued to wail.

“Must have been a really messy break up, I guess. We're like Parent Swap twins. Janus and Patton had such a big falling out they each took one of us and vowed to never see each other again.” Roman mused, nodding encouragingly at the questioning glances he got from the 3 other sides still standing.

Virgil's arms tightened then, his eyeshadow lengthening on his face, even as he kept up soothing strokes over Remus's back. “So I was the abandoned child then?”

“We are all the same age, Virgil. I don't think any of us even have parents, let alone understand all this drama for seeking them out.” Logan began, only to be cut of by a small cheer Roman made.

“Adopted out, I believe. After all our teacher was far too focused on making Thomas learn all the things and discover even more for much of our youth, but as soon as you started becoming known to Thomas was more than ready to help you through your worries.” Roman had moved over to Logan's side while speaking, listing out his reasoning excitedly. “Therefore we must believe that Logan is your Dad, Dearest Nightmare, but found himself unable to care for you and help Thomas with learning everything a young mind can so asked if Janus might raise you instead.”

Remus peeked out of the hoodie now, glancing suspiciously from Logan to Virgil's face. “I copied my eyeshadow from you. You just started getting it some mornings. Was that cause you couldn't try to steal Logan's glasses? I can make you some now if you like?” He offered.

“No need. Though I guess we need to find some other random thing to argue over now. Who's the better kisser perhaps?” Virgil offered, snickering at the confused glances they were now being shot.

Remus just pulled him down into a kiss before darting away. “I already won that one. What other suggestions do you have?”

Virgil watched him leave getting to his feet after a moment. “Thanks for the solution Roman, but seriously, if you ever upset Remus by making him feel abandoned again all the spiders in the house will find their way to your room, possibly including the ones from the imagination too.” With those parting words he hurried to follow Remus.

“Young love?” Patton asked, somewhere between thinking the scene was adorable and wondering what on earth just happened. Janus could only nod, feeling exactly the same over the two sides he had raised.

At least there was some story over how they weren't brothers now.

[moonlitceleste]

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Maribat Platonic November Day 5 - Social Media

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Notes: This took me three days straight and an inordinate amount of research to pull off so uhhh hope you enjoy it :)

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mdc ✓ ∙ 8-20

Soo I tried something new today

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marime OMFG YES QUEEN WORK IT

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jasonsthunderthighs [id: Marinette is sitting on a stool, wearing an oversized Jagged Stone t-shirt, black shorts, and black flats. Her hair is in its signature pigtails. She kicks her legs up and the music changes. At the highest point of her kick, the outfit changes to a lace bodysuit, a silk blazer and silk straight-cut pants all in the same shade of red. Her shoulder-length hair is down and wavy, and she mouths the lyrics of the song while laughing. End id.]

lukasguitarpick new designs???

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theflyinggrayson ✓ ∙ 8-22

go follow!!

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timmyboy OMG TIM MADE A TIKTOK WHAT AKSJDHSKA

graysonsass i wonder what bruce thinks about this

          stephswaffles ✓           👀

          graysonsass           WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

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simpforjasontodd when’s jason going to get one??

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ladybuggachat   @ladybuggachat

is anyone going to talk about how tim is only following dick, steph and mdc??

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mdc ✓ ∙ 8-23

Throwback time!

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stephbrownie TIM DRAKE IS FOLLOWING YOU

jasonsthunderthighs [id: Caption appears. It says “here are some designs I made back in lycée! The first piece is...

marigoldd guys what if she’s friends with the waynes

kiddiesection TIM DRAKE?????

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nevergunnagiveyouup the co-ceo of wayne ent is following you what 😭

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mdc ✓ ∙ 8-29

Design with me - finding inspo for Jagged’s new tour!

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nettiee it’s been a week and she still hasn’t said anything about tim

marisleftpigtail QUEEN

          mdc ✓           ty 🥰🥰

          marisleftpigtail           OMG SHE NOTICED ME ASDKJ

redrobinyum is it just me or is she filming somewhere else?

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marinettedesigned We made some macarons today! They’re coffee flavored. ☕

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chatnuit am i insane or is that the wayne manor kitchen

marigoldd “we”?

            redrobinyum              kinda sus tbh

stephbrownie holdup didn’t dick say tim’s fav food was coffee

          hawkmothsucks           OMG YOURE RIGHT

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batman stop wearing a cape

@nocapesedna

okay we all know jagged is friends w bruce, and since mari is his personal designer she has to know the waynes, right??

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marinettedesigned A day in the park! Look at this cute dog 🥰

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marisleftpigtail aww that’s so adorable

roselala ✓ I love puppies!!

marigoldd that kinda looks like damian wayne’s dog…

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Marinette didn’t want to post this so I’m doing for her. You’re welcome. #riffchallenge

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casssserole j-jason??

jasonsthunderthighs [id: Marinette is sitting in the middle of a room on a stool. The music plays, and she sings a riff over it. Once she finishes, someone whistles off-screen and says “Damn, Pixie.” She scrambles for the camera, and the video shakes right before cutting off. End id.]

howmanywaynes candy store from heathers?? an intellectual i see

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queenbeeswax chloe doing god’s work out here

jaggedsemohair is that a wayne i hear?

bluebirb there’s no way this girl knows the waynes

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Gymnastics challenge! I got bored so I decided to do this for fun—I’m by no means an actual gymnast so please don’t roast my technique askdj

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marisleftpigtail how are you not an actual gymnast

nevergunnagiveyouup please my inflexible self could never

coffeeliterally i—dick grayson?? gymnastics??

kiddiesection 😳😳

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@mdc thanks for dropping by 😉 

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spidermxnn so we aren’t gunna talk ab how flexible these two are

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howmanywaynes JASON NOW DICK WHOS NEXT

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@mdc 😪

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kermitstea the chaotic duo i never knew i needed

tiredcollegestudent @timdrake watch out bro she’s stealing your gf

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ladygoogoo PLEASEEE THE WAY THEY YEETED OUT OF THERE SO QUICK

        timstephforever         “nope i don’t know her” iM DYING

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trying to get @timdrake and @mdc to go to bed 

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grrrreeat imagine being a businessman and seeing tim in a meeting after watching this

tiredcollegestudent uhh how have they not died from overcaffeination

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c0ffeeluvr jason did not hold back aksjd

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@mdc betrayal 💔💔

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iceprinceee WHAT OMG

mariharemm PLOT TWIST

hawkmothsucks i never saw this coming

chloebee ✓ You’re lucky I figured it out on my own, Dupain-Cheng.

      queenbeeswax       SHE PULLED OUT THE LAST NAME OOP

jasonsthunderthighs [id: Dick appears in the frame alongside Duke Thomas and Stephanie Brown. He talks to the camera, saying “Today we’ll be surprising Marinette.” Stephanie pipes in. “We asked her to hang out but she said she was busy designing. She’s probably overworking herself right now.” “She needs a Wayne’s night out,” says Duke. “So we’re going to her apartment to drag her out into the sunlight.” The three get into a car, and Dick records the ride. It looks very vlog-like. They stop the car and get out; only the pavement is recorded as they walk. The video cuts to Dick’s hand turning the doorknob. It then pans to a messy room with fabrics strewn all over the couch. “She’s not in this room,” whispers Dick. “Why don’t you try the studio? She’s probably in there,” Stephanie suggests. They walk further into the apartment, with Stephanie and Dick visible on the sides. They stop in front of a door, and she pushes it open. Once it's open, Marinette’s back can be seen. She is sitting on a chair with someone leaning over her. At closer inspection you can tell they are kissing. Dick gasps. “Is this why you didn’t want to hang out with me today?” The two break apart, showing Marinette’s astonished face and the person she just had her arms wrapped around. It’s Damian Wayne. His expression shifts from annoyance to displeasure as he spots the camera in Dick’s hands. The video shows him growling “Hand over the camera, Grayson!” before it rapidly blurs as the trio run off, laughing. An “oof” can be heard before the video cuts off to black. End id.]

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