#can't wait to see what Bebe does

[fanchonmoreau]

Listening to the original cast recording and watching some pro-shoots of Cabaret and Fräulein Schneider is just everything? She sings a whole song to Cliff about how she's weathered everything she's lost in her life by settling for what she still has, and then two seconds later the Jewish guy next store offers her fruit and a little schnapps and Cliff watches her absolutely melt over it. Clings to outdated ideas of propriety in relationships even when it's heavily implied she had a long-term sexual relationship with a man outside of wedlock. Has a mean and hypocritical streak, particularly with Fräulein Kost. Considers herself the most practical person she knows but takes a total of thirty seconds to agree to marry Herr Schultz when he spontaneously proposes. And a good Schneider will both look at and sing to Schultz like he's the fucking sun.

And you want to hate her for ending the engagement after the brick goes through Schultz's window, but you just can't. She represents all of the people who hated the Nazis but stood by and did nothing, who abandoned the Jews in their time of great need, but how can you resent her for choosing the only way she knows how to survive? You die for love, you're still dead. And she gets the best song in the show, the Brechtian gut-punch of What would you do? that stands in front of the audience and asks them if they really would make a different choice.

You may come to Cabaret for the Emcee or Sally Bowles, but in a good production? You leave with Fräulein Schneider.

[axlerica]

Priority~

-The one where Gavi prioritized something else over his own girlfriend-

Y/N had been feeling increasingly neglected in her relationship with Pablo Gavi. His football career seemed to take precedence over everything else, including her. One day, she found herself in a tough situation when her car broke down in Girona, and she had an important meeting to attend. Desperate, she decided to call Pablo, hoping he could come to her rescue.

As she dialed his number, Y/N anxiously tapped her foot on the pavement. The phone rang, and she waited, her frustration growing with each passing second. But Pablo was deep into his training session and didn't hear the call. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached for his phone during a break and saw multiple missed calls from Y/N. Concerned, he immediately called her back.

"Hey amor, what's wrong?" Pablo asked as he leaned against his locker, his breath still heavy from the training.

Y/N's voice trembled with frustration. "Pablo, my car broke down in Girona, and I have this important meeting. Can you please pick me up?"

Pablo hesitated for a moment, glancing at his teammates who were heading towards the exit. He knew he had agreed to join them for a meal after training. "Amor, I really wish I could, but Xavi wants to talk to me about the match tomorrow. It's important," he lied.

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped he would prioritize her just this once. "Pablo, please, I'm stuck here, and I don't know what to do. Can't you make an exception? I really need your help now…"

Pablo sighed, torn between his commitment to his girlfriend and his loyalty to his team. "I'm sorry bebe, but I have to go. Xavi is waiting. We'll talk later, okay? Te quiero muchísimo amor! "

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears. She felt abandoned and hurt. "Fine, go then." She hung up, her fingers trembling.

With no other choice, Y/N called a pickup truck and booked a taxi back to Barcelona. As she sat alone in the taxi, the distance between her and Pablo seemed greater than ever.

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Y/N, feeling exhausted and hurt, arrived at Pablo’s house, hoping to find him there to explain why he hadn’t come to her rescue. She texted him, asking where he was, but her phone remained silent with no reply.

Then, she went upstairs for a refreshing shower. The warm water helped wash away the physical and emotional strains of the day. After her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and lay down on Pablo’s bed, feeling utterly drained.

As she lay on his bed, she opened Instagram, then saw Pedri’s Instagram stories, tagging Pablo and their other teammates at a restaurant. Her heart sank as she checked the timestamp - it was 3 PM, the exact time when she had desperately called Pablo for help in Girona. She realized that Pablo had deliberately chosen to prioritize his time with friends over helping her in her time of need.

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Then, Pablo came home and walked into the living room and tried to break the ice, saying, "Amorrr, I'm home." However, Y/N remained visibly upset and ignored him, her eyes focused on the Netflix screen.

Not one to give up easily, Pablo made another attempt to bridge the gap, gently asking, "Hey preciosa, how was your day?" Y/N responded with one word, "Tiring."

Pablo couldn't bear to see Y/N upset, so he affectionately said, "Awww, my poor baby," and leaned in to give her a kiss. But Y/N turned her head slightly, causing him to land the kiss on her cheek instead of her lips.

Confused and concerned, Pablo asked, "¿Qué pasa, amor?" Y/N sighed, replying, "Nada. I'm just tired."

Pablo, sensing that something was seriously wrong, decided to give her some space and said, "Okay, I'm gonna take a shower. I'll join you after this, okay?"

After his shower, Pablo couldn't stand the weight of the silence between them any longer. He walked downstairs and found Y/N on the couch, still not speaking to him. He laid his head on her chest and, with those familiar, sad, doe-like eyes, said, "Amor, why are you ignoring me?"

Pablo always had a way to make Y/N fold with his cute brown doe eyes but this time she was determined not to give in easily.

He couldn't bear to see her like this, so he gave it one more try, softly asking, "Please talk to me, bebe?"

Y/N's voice held a hint of frustration as she replied, "Why should I? You didn't even try to help me when I needed help"

Pablo felt a growing sense of desperation. He attempted to explain himself, "Bebe, please, understand. I was at training, and you know how busy it gets. I told you, right?"

But Y/N wasn't ready to let him off the hook. She said firmly, "Stop lying, Gavi. You were finished with your training when I called you."

Pablo stuttered, his excuses faltering, "Uh... well, I still had something to do after that."

Y/N seized the moment to confront him, "Like going out with your friends instead of helping your girlfriend who clearly needed help? I bet if your friend’s car broke down, you would immediately ditch training and rush to help them."

Pablo attempted to explain himself, saying, "Well, I can't just cancel on them, bebe. We made reservations, and I didn't want to just ditch them like that. You understand, right?"

Y/N's disappointment was palpable as she responded, "No? If you were in trouble, I would ditch anything or anyone just to help you because why? You're my priority, and I put you first. But sadly, I figured I'm not your priority now. Thanks for that."

Pablo, feeling defensive, argued, “Well, I can’t just bail on my friends, amor. What will they say? ‘Pablo is ditching us for his girlfriend.’ You know them.”

Y/N’s was extremely disappointed with his answer and replied, “So, you were worried about what they would say more than helping me, your girlfriend, who was stranded in another city and in trouble? Wow, okay.”

With a heavy heart, she got up and went to the bedroom, holding back her tears because she didn’t want Pablo to think she was too emotional or a crybaby.

That night, Pablo and Y/N both went to bed, but they couldn't sleep well. They were upset and didn't talk to each other. Y/N slept by turning her back from Pablo. He tried to hug her from the back because he loves spooning her but Y/N pushed his grip and he understood that she’s still mad at him.

It was 330 AM, both of them lay in bed, their backs turned to each other. Y/N closed her eyes, attempting to sleep, but it seemed impossible.

Every so often, she heard Pablo sighing loudly and felt him tugging at the blanket, leaving her with less and less of it to cover herself.

Y/N finally broke the silence, frustration in her voice. "Would you stop hogging the blanket, Pablo? I'm trying to sleep here."

Pablo sighed and replied, "Sorry, amor, it's just... I can't sleep knowing you're mad at me. I really want to hug you right now, and it's hard for me to sleep because i can’t stop thinking about us. I hate it when we’re not okay like this.”

Y/N sighed, still annoyed. But Pablo's request made her heart softened a bit as she was also dying to hug him. Truth was, she also couldn’t sleep and she knew hugging him would make her fall asleep in a second. Pablo then said, "Please amor? Can I please hug you? I know you're mad at me but you can continue being mad at me tomorrow..”

Y/N didn't respond with words, but she moved closer to Pablo, still not turning her back to face him. For Pablo, this gesture was a silent confirmation that Y/N allowed him to spoon and cuddle her.

Pablo immediately hugged Y/N tightly and said, "Thank you, amor." Y/N couldn't help but smile at how cute Pablo was being. However, she was still upset with him, so she didn't reply. She tried her best to hide her smile because she didn't want Pablo to know that she was actually smiling. She then held his hand, and soon they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N's position shifted, as she lay her head on Pablo's chest while he had his arm around her waist. When Y/N woke up, she tried to gently move Pablo's hand because she needed to get up and take a shower to prepare for work.

Pablo grumbled sleepily, saying, "Urhhmm, no, stay with me."

Y/N replied, "I need to shower now, Pablo. I have to go to work, and don't forget, I'm still mad at you."

Pablo, not willing to let her go, held onto her tightly and said, "But……amor….. I want cuddles…..”

Y/N still trying to move Pablo’s hand, saying, "Your time is up now, and you have training in 1 hour. You should get up too."

Pablo couldn’t resist and asked, "Well…can I join you in the shower?"

Y/N, still upset with him, replied, "No, I'm mad at you."

Pablo clung to her even tighter and said, "Then I'm not letting you go."

Y/N winced slightly and relented, saying, "Ouch, Pablo. Vale, fineee, let's both get up and take a shower."

Pablo grinned and said, "Together?"

Y/N sighed and replied, "Yeah, whatever." as she rolled her eyes but then Pablo went and kissed her cheek making her giggle.

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As they finished showering, Y/N went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and Pablo still in the bedroom fixing his hair. Later, he came downstairs and found Y/N preparing a yogurt bowl. He hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, but Y/N was busy and told him, "Pablo, please, I'm busy right now." So, he sat down at the table, playing with his phone.

Once Y/N was done making breakfast, she handed it to him, and he said, "Thank you, preciosa." They both sat at the table, eating while on their phones. After a while, Pablo broke the silence, saying, "Amor, I'm really sorry for yesterday. I was a jerk, and I should've helped you, but I didn't. I'm truly sorry, amor."

Y/N, still focused on her yogurt, finally looked up and said, “I appreciate your apology, Pablo, but what happened yesterday really upset me.”

Pablo then gently held Y/N's chin and looked at her eyes with a deep sincerity and said, "I love you so much, amor, and it hurts to see you being so cold towards me. I miss my clingy baby, I miss your kisses. Please understand that even though I focus on my career sometimes, I love you no matter what. My career is important, but so are you, amor. I'm truly sorry for what happened yesterday, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N sighed and relented, saying, “Okay…fine, I forgive you. But you have to promise me that the next time I call for your help, you won’t bail on me like that.”

Pablo nodded earnestly and replied, “I promise, amor. If I ever bail on you, you can kick me or punish me however you want.”

Y/N chuckled and said, "Well, I'm going to make your friends kick you too!" They both shared a laugh.

Pablo then said, “Yes, bebé, I don’t mind because I probably deserve it.” He then reached out and gently held her hand and kissing it, continuing, “I’m truly sorry, okay, amor? I love you so much, cariño.”

Y/N replied, "Hmmm okay, you're forgiven.. I love you too, Pablito."

[babesway22]

“In too deep” part 5

Vox x fem!reader// NSFW 18+ // 🔞 minors do not enter.

⚠️the first of many smut encounters for these two, finally! Were working that slow burn Bebe.

Summary: After a strange week you get offered a job working for hell's biggest asshole but does he have a soft spot for you? Or is he just using you?

Tags: vox, slow burn, the assistant has to deal with his shit, powerful overlord, jealousy, hazbin hotel, v tower, Valentino is problematic, eventual p in v, smut, the reader is in need of real love, the reader is shy, assistant trope, the reader has a crush but also wants to kill him sometimes.

Notes: hi, hello, I’m new here. I have the intent for this to be a slow burn with crumbs of smut here and there until the reader and Vox have a more established relationship. Several parts for sure, or, at least until I’m satisfied that the reader is fully loved and taken care of by the angry TV man.

You woke dazed, the early morning light casting long red shadows in the room creating a disorienting ambiance that made your head ache, the hangover brutal. Slowly sitting up in bed, you let your fingers gingerly ghost over your bruised jaw, wincing at the light contact. Everything from last night hit you like a massive wave of emotion, tears silently streaming down your face. Your body trying and failing horribly to digest all of the information that's been thrown at you at a constant rate for the last few months, and then there was the matter of Vox, whose room you sat in for not the first time, but second, since meeting him. “Fuck,” your voice hoarse from crying. Was he angry? You remembered you hugged him, making you groan in embarrassment, knowing better than others, that physical touch wasn't something the overlord enjoyed. You owed him big time for saving your life but also showing immense kindness when he could've been cold. Your thoughts mindlessly carried you away until a soft rap on the bedroom door startled you back to reality. Quickly wiping the tears away on the back of your hand and wrapping yourself in the blanket you waited expectantly.

“Are you decent miss?” you heard Cors's voice from the other side making you sigh with relief.

“Yes,” you called out, voice still full of emotion.

Entering slowly he made his way to the side of the bed. A small tray in his hand and, what appeared to be iced water with lemon, coffee, and a large, unidentified, pink pill.

“Good morning miss, it's 7 am Monday morn-” he began cheerfully.

“Fuck,” you interrupted loudly, beginning to sit up.

Cor held his hand up, patiently. Having done this same routine hundreds of times for Vox when he was badly hungover or, if he would ever admit, sick with a virus.

“I know what you're going to say,” he smiled knowingly.

You looked at him apologetically, taking the tray from him and setting it down on the nightstand.

“Vox has requested that you stay in bed today, in here, stating very specifically, that your safety was of the utmost importance and that you are not to return to assistant responsibilities until his authorization. Now, there’s the matter of the event tonight,” holding up a finger “which I know, as one of his top assistants you had, no doubt, planned on attending from the sidelines, but, he requests if you're able, of course, to attend as his…date” he finished a small smile on his lips.

You opened your mouth to speak, ultimately closing it astonished by all the information you had to digest.

“Ah, and the pink pill, miss, is a pain reliever as well as an accelerator for healing” gesturing to your bruised jaw.

“Well, who's covering for me? I can work perfectly fine,” you scoffed “What am supposed to do all day? he can't just tell me what to-” the words spilled from your lips angrily.

Cutting in on you this time, eyebrows arched “But he can miss. Speaking of, he mentioned that he’ll come to check on you this evening, I imagine you could voice those opinions to him then?”

The thought of seeing him sooner than you expected shutting you up for the time being. “Fine,” you nodded stubbornly.

“We will be sending up clothes and food, shortly, although, I suggest sleep, the medication is strong. Is there anything else I can do for you?” bowing his head slightly.

“You’ve been so kind, thank you, but, how is he? Vox, I mean” your voice quiet as if he could hear you inquiring about him through the walls, hell, perhaps, he could.

“If you're asking if he's angry at you, the answer is no, actually, it's quite the opposite but I fear I mustn't say much more on that as that's for him to say, not me” his eyes had that same knowing look, confusing you.

“As you can imagine, I have quite a few fires to put out this morning so, if you'll excuse me, miss” he chortled, heading out the door.

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Vox sat in his office, red, tired eyes glued to the monitor that viewed the outside of his suite. He rapped his long claws on the desk impatiently, huffing out a breath and sitting back. As per usual, he had too much on his plate but scoffed at the idea of someone thinking he couldn't handle it. Work was a mundane distraction like most other things in his afterlife and something he willingly took on because, in his, valuable opinion, no one else could do it like him. Fucking morons.

His screen vibrated energetically, a call from Velvette that he grabbed and threw onto the nearest screen with a loud zap. Sighing, he put on his most charismatic smile, reluctantly.

“Velvette, darling, good hellish morning. Whatever can I do for you?” raising his slender eyebrows quizzically.

“I’m calling to make sure you have a fucking date for tonight's Black tie event! You didn't forget, did you!?” looking away he was momentarily distracted by Cor seen leaving his suite, pissing Velvette off, “Whatever, whoever the slut is,” she pointed a manicured finger at him menacingly through the screen, “I want her dressed in my finest and make sure she sells it, got it!?” she screeched.

Looking back at her he glinted his sharp teeth in a Cheshire cat manner, ever the charmer “Already on it, dear! Don't you worry,” but before she could complain any longer, no doubt, giving him a headache, he ended the call, dropping his smile along with it. “Ugh,” he sighed loudly. Finally taking a moment for himself, he leaned back again, this time letting his head hang off the back of the chair. Cor was due any moment, dutifully coming to tell him how you were. Reflecting, he realized as of late that his emotions had been betraying him, making him more irrational and irritated than he already was, a dangerous concoction, surely. Where hate and displeasure normally sat high upon their throne, there you were, captivating him. He tried in vain, but last night's occurrences replayed in his mind on a steady loop. Your pleading, crying eyes imploring for him to stay, the blood on your dress and beautiful face, and your exhausted from sleeping soundly and safely in his bed. “FUCK,” he pinched his screen where the bridge of his nose would have existed, something he did in his human form, not forgotten.

“Sir,” Cor said, pulling him out of his introspections. Swiveling around in his chair, he sat up, lifting an eyebrow, “Well?” his voice strained.

“She's fine enough sir, it seems she had been crying and was quite sure she could go to work, always so independent and stubborn,” he laughed lightly,

“And?” he was getting angry, a headache coming on.

“Ah yes, I told her about the event, sir. Just like you requested. She didn't say anything on the matter,” he said openly.

He waved his hand at Cor dismissively swiveling back around to the monitors, eyes landing on the hazbin hotel. What a fucking shit hole, and one more thing he had to worry about. If Alastor ever found out he had feelings for someone, he would surely use it against him.

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After Cor left you sat with your thoughts, eventually deciding that although you could work, you guess it was reasonable that you required rest. If anything, you felt more emotionally beaten, an insane sequence of events occurring, leaving you depleted. In your living life, you were hyper-independent, never allowing anyone to step in, much less allowing someone to take care of you but here you were, although, grumpy about the matter, you allowed it. As Cor mentioned, the medication made you drowsy, and eventually laying back down, you slept for an additional 7 hours. Waking, feeling refreshed, you were greeted with a small pile of clothes to pick from and a handwritten note from Cor, saying there was fresh fruit in the kitchen for you. Usually overloaded with work throughout the day you found yourself incredibly bored, choosing a self-guided tour of his immense suite. You walked into the large living area first, already well acquainted with his bedroom which you gathered he rarely slept in anyway. The room was massive, with high ceilings and modest, black leather couches. Nothing in particular stood out to you but noted his taste was modern and minimal, the theme carrying refreshingly throughout all spaces. Once in the kitchen, your fingers trailed mindlessly over a variety of costly liquors, humming to yourself at his affluent taste. Opening the fridge you noticed the fruit and nothing else. “He never eats either, shocking,” you hummed to yourself, grabbing a handful of strawberries. In the corner, your eyes were drawn to a large antique record player with stacks of vinyls tidily kept beneath. Interested, you crouched down, your delicate fingers swiping through the collection. Most of them were from the early to late 50s, making you wonder if that was the time he was from, some of his traits and mannerisms making more sense if that was the case. You looked out the kitchen windows, the red tint in the sky was withering to an inky black. If you had to guess, it was close to 5 pm with Vox ending his day anywhere from 6-9 pm, never consistent in that matter, always working until he couldn't anymore. With the event happening you inferred he'd stay late, doing preparations, or, just yelling at whatever poor soul replaced you today. It gave you more time to explore but first, music. You plucked a random vinyl, removing it from its sleeve, and positioning it gently on the slipmat, lowering the needle.

The air filled with an upbeat tune, not unfamiliar from the era in which your life was terminated. You closed your eyes, swaying and twirling about the space carelessly. Time passed slowly until all you heard was the soft scratching of the needle riding through the grooves.

A loud clapping behind you startled you making you whip around. Vox was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, putting his hands back in his pocket, an arrogant smile on his face.

“Bravo, bravo,” he deadpanned.

“Vox? Shit. How long have you been there? I thought you'd still be at work,” your voice shrill.

“Long enough,” he shrugged.

“I thought you didn't like music, I was surprised to see it here. I hope you don't mind,” pointing back to the machine.

“Music is fine, I don't like radio,” his voice deforming on the last word.

“Most all the artists are from the 50s?” you implored, suddenly anxious at the palpable tension that entered the room at the mention of radio.

“They are,” he strolled past you,

snatching a glass and pouring tequila to the brim. Something was certainly on his mind but what, you wondered.

“Are you done for the day?” you asked meekly, changing the subject.

Turning to you he leaned back on the marble counter. Observing you “I am,” he said, downing the clear liquid and setting it down behind him.

He looked so damn attractive. What was wrong with you?

“Anyways,” his voice interrupting your thoughts “you needed rest, so, I took you off any duties for the week, and with this being the safest room in the building I figured you'd feel more comfortable” he paused, raising an attractive eyebrow at you, “Everything okay?”

Catching yourself, you realized you were staring too long. Did he notice? “Yes, to all of that, yes. Thank you,” stumbling through the words.

He paused a moment, his eyes intense, hiding some other emotion, “come here,” his voice distorting again which should have been your first warning.

But without hesitation, you walked over to him, standing between his long legs. Which you also found attractive, fuck. Keep it together.

Taking his thumb and pointer finger he held

Your face up in the light, examining what was left of the bruises. His claws felt sharp on your skin, but you found yourself feeling safe with him, trusting him entirely. Was that wrong? You couldn't be sure.

“The medication, it worked?” he asked, his voice now darker than it was the other night before you were interrupted.

Closing your eyes, you sighed “Yes, I think so?”

“That's good,” his voice sounding much closer. Gradually, he tilted your head back so the graceful column of your neck was revealed to him.

“I’m losing control, doll,” he breathed into your ear, sending warmth down your spine, straight to your core.

“Vox,” you gasped. The sudden change of direction this was going made you feel light-headed. You placed a hand tentatively on his hip to keep yourself from falling backward. Making him growl lowly, “Careful”

His mood suddenly felt dangerous, the air in the room filling with a strange metallic static that coated your tongue and mouth.

“Do you feel safe with me?” his voice hissing like an exposed electrical wire. His ego was seemingly wounded, from what, you couldn't be sure.

“Yes,” your voice was small and hardly audible.

“If the radio demon ever comes for you, I’ll slit his throat and mount his stupid fucking head on my wall” each word distorted like a tv changing through stations too fast.

He released you from his grip making you stumble away from him.

Turning his back to you he filled another glass full of tequila.

If never aware before, you were now that you just stood toe to toe with one of hell's

most powerful overlords. You allowed yourself to get too comfortable you reminded yourself, taking a small step away from him.

Turning back around he stared down at you, apologetically.

“I'm sorry,” he said, evidently sincere.

You didn't say anything at first, casting your eyes to the floor. He was always so hot and cold, making it nauseating to converse with him at times.

“You're so powerful, sometimes I forget could tear me to shre-”

“Don't say that,” he cut in.

“Vox, I feel like whatever this is,” you gestured between the two of you “is confusing me. One minute I'm afraid of you the next I want to,” you stopped yourself, looking up at him.

“You're the closest anyone's ever gotten to me,” he said taking a long stride towards you.

This time you didn't move, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?”

His screen glitched to an error screen before switching back. His eyebrows pulled down into a deep V.

“I don't know what you're doing to me, doll” he reached his hand out placing it on your

cheek, tenderly, “I feel like I'm losing control of my emoti-”

“Fuck me,” you said, pulling confidence out of thin air, surprising you both.

“What?” he said incredulously.

“Fuck me, see if you still feel the same after,” you said assuredly.

“I'm not gonna fuck you to test whatever-” he trailed off.

Stepping back from him you slowly slipped your dress over your head, dropping it to the floor in a pool of black fabric by his feet. You stood before him, braless with only a pair of lace underwear and heels on.

“What's the matter, vox?” you said walking back up to him, grabbing his tequila out of his hand and sipping it “Cat got your tongue?” you purred.

“Something like that,” he said, reaching his hand out and pulling you back snuggly to his body. A game of push and pull going on between you both.

You placed a hand on his belt, staring up at him through long lashes. Your breasts pressed against his lower abdomen giving him a nice view when he stared down at you, taking his tequila back.

Looking back down you palmed him through his pants slowly, gasping at how big he felt in your hand, already hard for you. “Fuck,” he sputtered, choking on his drink.

Stepping back you tugged on his belt loops, pulling him through the kitchen and into the living area. Pushing him by his chest onto the nearest couch and climbing onto his lap, straddling him.

He looked puzzled, no one ever being so bold as to take charge of him.

“I've made Vox, the tv demon nearly speechless,” you praised yourself, “I deserve a reward” your voice like rich silk.

He looked at you, his eyes lidded and mischievous. “Lucky you,” he hummed “what kind of reward would you like, doll?”

You looked down, fingers undoing his belt buckle. “I can think of one thing,” you feigned innocence, pouting.

“You name it and it’s yours,” his voice low and sensual, sending heat to your core.

Staring at him, you unzipped his pants reaching your hand in and wrapping your hand around his impressive length. “Can I have this?” your voice dripping with arousal.

“Fuu-uuk, yes,” he gritted through his teeth. His eye contact intense, making you squirm on top of him.

Looking back down you pulled him from his pants, gasping at finally seeing how large he was in your small hand. You pumped him slowly, precum dripping from the tip and onto your hand, making a deep moan rise from his throat.

Removing his hands from your hips he slowly slid them up your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake, his thumbs teasing your nipples, making you shiver at the sensitivity.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his tone so gentle, it surprised you. leaning forward his lips closed around a nipple, his mouth and tongue hot, making your skin feel flushed.

“Vox,” your breath hitched.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” His voice strained, your hand still lazily pumping his cock.

“Fuck me until I forget everything bad that happened,” you pleaded.

He stared up at you, his expression unreadable, “I've got you,” he placated, his hands slowly moving to your pussy, already soaked from his hands and mouth on you.

“Are you fond of these?” a sharp claw pulling on your underwear.

“No,” your voice no more than a whisper, only loud enough for him to hear. You gasped when he ripped them before hearing your answer, casting them across the room.

With one hand firmly gripping your hip keeping you in place, the other snaked between your bodies slowly adding a sharp finger into your dripping cunt, pumping in and out at an upwards angle before adding a second.

“I need you to cum for me, doll,” he whispered, watching you intently as your mouth hung open. He sped up, the wet sounds of his fingers inside you filling the room lewdly.

Staring down at him from his lap, he looked sinful. His long legs spread wide under you, chest heaving and crimson eyes lidded, darkly.

“Come on,” he groaned feeling your muscles begin to tighten. With your back arching inward, you flung your head back coming undone on his fingers, soaking them with a cry of his name.

“That’s it, fuck,” he snarled. His arm wrapped around your back pulling you to his chest, the other lining his cock up to your entrance.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, do you understand?” his voice stern.

“Yes,”’ you moaned breathlessly, still reeling from the orgasm he gave you. You felt the tip slowly enter you, already spreading you open. You knew he was going to be the biggest you’ve ever had, other men or demons falling short in every aspect, compared to Vox.

Pushing down on your ass and snapping his hips upward he pushed himself halfway in. Making you whimper at the bittersweet stretch.

He paused, chest heaving under you “I’m trying so hard to be gentle, doll,” he spat.

“Then don’t,” you whispered into his neck, and like a butterfly’s wings in the flames of a dragon, there was no turning back. Those two words spilling from your lips were all he needed. Grabbing your hips he lifted you above him before slamming you onto his cock mercilessly, making your scream echo off the walls as he bottomed out. “Fuck,” he hissed loudly. Picking up a brutal pace immediately, moans pulled from your lips on every upward snap of his skilled hips.

“You look so fucking pretty on my cock, baby,” his voice was a guttural growl that sent another pool of wetness to your pussy.

“Oh, shit,” he laughed darkly, “you like that?”

His voice was always something you found attractive, but a growl from him sent your mind and body spiraling out of control.

placing your arms around his neck for support you leaned forward, giving him a better angle to thrust up, hitting the soft, sensitive spot inside you.

“Vox, it’s too much,” you gasped.

“Take it,” he hissed through his teeth, grabbing your hips and lifting and slamming you down onto him repeatedly his strong arms supporting you completely. He looked down between your bodies, watching himself disappear into your soaked cunt with each sharp, upward roll of his hips.

“Fuuuuuuck, you’re going to ruin me aren’t you?” he groaned, grabbing your face and pointing it down between your joined bodies. “Look what you're doing to me,” he snarled.

“Fuck Vox, I'm gonna cum,” you whined, throwing your head back.

“No, no, no. You look at me when you cum, I want to see what I do to that pretty face,” grabbing your jaw in his clawed hand, he held you in front of him.

“Vox please,” you begged, the coil inside you building, begging to break.

“You're fucking mine, say it,” he hissed. His lips curled above his teeth in a malicious, attractive snarl.

You nodded, not breaking the intense eye contact. “I-I’m yours, Vox, all yours,” your voice hoarse.

“You're such a good girl, taking me so well” a loud whine spilled from his throat, his screen distorting between a SMPTE screen before glitching back, his brows furrowed deeply in concentration.

His praise made you come undone, screaming his name over and over as if a wicked prayer to whatever gods would hear you. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly making him studder to a stop, his chest heaving he looked down between your bodies at his soaked cock and pants and back up to you, grinning madly, “Give me one more”

“I can’t, I can’t, please,” you begged.

“I'm wrapped around your finger, doll. Just give me one more and I’ll cum for you” his voice tense.

Hearing those words come from such a potent overlord made you feel dizzy with power. Grabbing onto his shoulders you began a rhythmic bounce on his cock, body trembling with overstimulation. “Fuck,” he choked, guiding your hips and thrusting up shallowly to meet your downward slaps, allowing you some control.

“That's my ggggGg-girlLllll,” his voice distorted. You would never admit it but found it incredibly hot when his voice was affected, making you clentch around him again.

“There it is, doll. Give it to me,” he growled, his pace becoming frantic, his release approaching quickly.

“I'm so close, Vox” you blubbered, tears springing from your eyes at the sensitivity.

“C'mon,” he gritted through razor-sharp teeth, reaching a hand down and rubbing small wet circles on your clit with his thumb, making you explode around him instantly, your cunt gripped him deliciously making him follow suit, cumming deep inside you with a guttural moan of the most sinful corruption. His head fell back onto the couch with a thud. “Fuu-uck,” he sighed gripping your hips to keep you firmly in place. Sitting back up he stared at you, not taking his eyes off yours, both of you not needing words. The room filled, only with your combined, soft panting.

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “You're a dangerous woman”

You stared down at him in utter awe, no man or demon had been able to give you one orgasm let alone the three Vox just gave. He was a tireless sexual partner, skilled in the ways of pleasure to make up for where he fell short in maintaining emotional relationships. Your mind reeling, you realized you were sitting where thousands of other women, men, and demons only dreamed of being, but here you were, his cock still snuggly inside of you.

Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pressed you to his chest, “This didn't change how I feel, doll,” his voice was dangerous, with an obsessive undertone.

“It was worth a try,” you said quietly into his chest. “Also, I don't understand how your dick fits in these tight pants”

He laughed loudly and unbridled the sound vibrating through his chest.

“I’m so fucked,” he sighed, his laughter trailing off.

“Do you still need a date for the event?” you asked, sitting back up. His cock starting to soften inside you making his cum leak from you slowly.

Clearing his throat dramatically “Ahem, Yes, will you do me the honor of being my lovely, date tonight, miss” raising his eyebrows and putting on his best showbiz smile, handsome as ever.

“However could I say no,” you clutched your

chest innocently, batting your eyelashes

[orshii]

Will I Ever See You Again? CHAPTER 3: Bad Decisions

Author: orshii

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader

Warning: cursing, violence

Word count: 4,1 k

Summary: You were left alone with your brother, Yunho, and his best friend Hongjoong, after your parents' death. Yunho had someone to grieve with, but you? You had no one as your brother and his best friend pushed you away, singing becoming your only savior. There was one rule that Yunho made inside his friend group: “Don’t touch my sister”. And for this reason, Hongjoong had always kept his distance. But one night, you find yourself in danger. And from then on, Hongjoong does not leave your side. He is suddenly overprotective of you, and your relationship shifts and becomes fraught with tension and unspoken feelings, with secrets lurking beneath the surface and a painful past haunting you. Will you find out the secrets your brother and best friend have been keeping away from you? Will you be able to finally free yourself from your cruel past?

Will you fall in love amidst the chaos around you?

A/N: Uhh...sorry it took me so long to update but I have to write my thesis as well and I hate it...I just want to write anything except that pls:'(...so things are slowly unfolding in this chapter, and they are getting closer a little hehet. I am not 100% satisfied with this chapter but it is what it is. I hope you like it tho. Enjoy reading! :') <3 p.s: I'll try to update sooner, but I can't promise...also listen to this song, as it is included in this chapter. tyy, byee.

Taglist: @bvidzsoo @vixensss @deltamoon666 @scarfac3 @chatsgotmytongue

@xiang-zalea @cookiesandcreammy <3 (taglist is still open)

  I was at Mist, sitting in one of the chairs opposite the stage, I was listening as another band was playing, Yeosang was sitting next to me, and we were waiting for our turn. I really tried not to look to my right side as the girl from yesterday night, was clinging to Hongjoong, they were sitting on a sofa pulled next to the wall. I side glanced at them at the same time when Hongjoong leaned close to the girl, grabbed her chin, and kissed her slowly. Suddenly he opened his eyes, just to look at me with fiery eyes, which made my heart rate speed as he still kissed the girl. That poor girl did not know, he wasn't into her. I just locked my eyes with his, not leaving it for even a second, as he imagined me in the place of the poor girl.

I thought of our kiss the other day and to be honest I don't really remember. I have only some little flashbacks in my mind, as he was looking at me, fighting with his thoughts, and kissing me. I don't know, what came into my mind that night, I can blame it on the pills and the alcohol, but if I'm honest I just wanted to play with him. I like to break the rules, and I like to break people, my intention was only to break him because I knew he wanted me, he just couldn't and I made him do it. I don't care if it makes him feel bad, I was long gone in caring about other's feelings. I didn't care about my feelings then why would I do that with others?

Darkness hugged me again as I stepped on the stage. This is the state where I step into another world, leaving behind my problems. When I'm in the dark before the lights turn on, I feel like I'm me, I'm myself for minutes, letting my emotions break free and when the lights turn on, I just give my soul to the music.

I leaned close to the microphone to start singing my feelings out.

♪ There's a war inside my head

Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken ♪

At first, only Jongho followed me with the drums, sounding like thunder. Then Yeosang joined us, leaving little sparkles behind with his guitar like a fairy.

♪ I'm tired of trying to be normal

I'm always overthinking

I'm driving myself crazy

So, what if I'm fucking crazy ♪

The beat started to slowly quicken as San followed the loud drums giving power to the songs as I sang my soul out, leaning forward to let my voice out.

♪ Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So, what if I'm fucking crazy

I'm gonna show you ♪

I sang as my eyes met with Hongjoong's, the girl next to him hugging him, then leaning to his ear and she whispered something to him. But Hongjoong looked only at me the whole time, our eyes attracted each other like two black magnets. He was holding a can of beer in his hands and glared into my eyes like he was obsessed with me like he wanted to watch me for eternity.

♪ Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath

I'm gonna show you

Yeah, I'm gonna show you crazy ♪

I sang as Hongjoong’s words echoed in my mind from the night he kissed me.

‘You are crazy’

Loud clapping woke me up, stepping back into real life, as the four of us stood in one line to bow for the crowd. I think this was one of our best performances. I loved it, felt like I was finally alive, and felt like some life crawled through my veins after a while.

As we finished our performance, we gathered together to celebrate. However, our moment of triumph was interrupted when strangers began to approach our table, offering congratulations. We were so surprised by the sudden attention we got. A tall guy came to me and congratulated me as we cheered our glasses together, and when I drank the sweet whiskey, my eyes met again with a familiar one, he stared at me as I couldn't read his face, the girl still clinging to his side.

I lifted my glass towards him into the air, lifting my eyebrow cheering my glass in the air, then I drank the remaining alcohol from my glass, as he watched my whole scene, his eyes sending me red warnings towards me as to stop it. I don't know what cruel game are we playing, but this suddenly seemed like who's gonna be more jealous.

≫The lights were never showing your face

Darkness took over you as fate≪

It's Friday finally, and we were done with classes as we walked home with Yeosang until we said our goodbyes and parted ways. I searched my headphones from my backpack and I let the music flow through my body, feeling every inch of the melody.

The sun beamed down warmly, a welcome contrast to the cold winter that had gripped the town. Spring crawled slowly through the world, bringing life into our little town with some beautiful flowers, the wind blowing away the remaining cold and slowly the sun warmed up the ground giving hope to the plants. Spring is always the time when I think it brings hope to the people's hearts as well. A hope for a better life, a hope that gives you the power to keep going, the feeling of hope, to never give up.

Lost in my thoughts, I navigated the familiar alleyways on my way home, accompanied by the music echoing in my mind. Suddenly all I felt was that I was being pushed against a wall a strong hand on my throat and all I saw was a man in front of me shouting at me, I couldn't hear him as my headphones were still on. My breathing started to quicken I didn't know what was happening. The guy, who still squeezed my neck as I slowly wasn't able to breathe, grabbed my headphones as he realized I didn't hear him.

"Fucking shit are you listening to me?!" The man said angrily, his voice low as he suddenly released my throat. He was wearing a black mask I only saw his dark eyes; he seemed young.

"What the fuck do you want?" I suddenly got some courage to speak as my voice was a bit raspy from the neck grabbing.

"I need you to deliver a message to your brother and his little friend." He stepped close to me pushing me against the brick wall.

I remained silent as he continued. "Tell Yunho that we know who he is, we know whose son he is, so stop doing whatever he is planning to do. Or next time we won't be nice, this is his last chance." My heart started to beat so fast; I was afraid it might jump out of my chest. What did he mean by 'I know whose son he is'? Why the hell did he mention my father? Who died three years ago, not knowing how. Why the hell did he bring him up?

"What do you know about my father?" I demanded; my voice tight with urgency.

"Ohh." He laughed. "He died as a hero, sacrificing himself for you and your brother." The guy smirked in front of me while talking about my father. "Didn't you know it? Your brother kept it from you, didn’t he? Keeping you in a cage to not find the truth." He slowly caressed my checks. I felt disgusted as he touched me. I couldn't control myself anymore, there were too many emotions swimming through my mind, and I just lost control over myself.

"Fuck you!" Adrenaline boiled through my veins as I suddenly spat on his face and punched him with all my strength. He suddenly held his right cheekbone where I hit him, his eyes filling with anger as he pushed me against the wall and suddenly slapped my right cheek. I felt as blood streamed down on my face, just like sad tears.

The guy was surprised by his actions as he stepped back.

"I don't want to do it again so, please tell Yunho." He told me this like he regretted hitting me and just ran away.

I was just standing against the brick wall, slowly slipping to the ground, staring at the opposite wall. Emotion drained from me, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake. Tears escaped from my eyes, which I didn't even realize, mixing with my blood slowly drying on my face. I just couldn't believe what this guy said.

Did Yunho really know how our father died? Why did he keep it a secret?

Why won't he tell me anything?

So many questions, yet no answers to be found.

Suddenly I felt pressure from my throat as I started coughing, leaning to my right side as my lunch came back, landing on the ground. This brought me back a little into real life as I realized I should go home.

Lost in thought, I resolved not to involve Yunho. With determination, I made my way home, he wouldn't tell me the truth anyway, so I needed to find answers myself. I arrived home and I quickly showered, washing away that fucker's touch from me, the dirt from his hands.

I planned to search for some evidence, for anything which is going tell me something about all of this shit. I stepped into Yunho's room; I knew he wouldn't be home until late at night. I looked around in agony, not knowing where I should search. I thought it was good to start with his laptop, I sat on his bed and opened his laptop, there wasn't a PIN code, he is such a basic human. I searched through his files and opened a few, but there wasn't anything. Just when I saw a suspicious folder, I heard the bell ringing, it was angry, and someone pushed it continuously.

"Shit." I closed the laptop quickly and ran down; on my way, I grabbed a cap and organized my hair so the wound on my cheek wouldn't be seen. Whoever was it I didn't want them to think Yunho may hurt me.

"Coming!" I shouted to whoever was in front of the door, to stop ringing that bell, my head hurt enough already.

I opened the front door and saw a furious Hongjoong standing there, not waiting for me to fully open it, he stepped inside pushing me aside.

"Where's Yunho?" He asked walking around furiously.

"He is working, he'll be home only at midnight," I said looking at Hongjoong as I tried to understand what was happening.

"Fuck." He said running his fingers through his hair and mixing the two colors of his hair.

"What happened, Joong?" I started to feel worried a bit.

He suddenly stopped, and that's when I saw his face. Which was all black and blue, some fresh cuts on his lips, on his eyebrows, the blood long dried. On his cheekbone, there was a slight cut, that seemed to be made with a sharp knife. I gasped at him as I pressed my palm to my mouth.

"Just don't ask, please." He said as he saw my expression.

Fuck this isn't good. "At least let me treat your wounds, please." I looked at him concerned.

He just nodded, so I took his hands carefully to lead him into the kitchen. He sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter, so he was now a little shorter than me. I searched for the first aid kit and when I found it, I stepped between his spread thighs, he then locked me with his thighs pulling me closer to him. I looked down at him concerned when I gave his wounds a closer look, my cap still hiding my eyes.

I pulled out a sanitizer and cotton from the box so I could treat him. Silence took over us as I was pouring some liquid on the cotton and slowly, I reached it into the wound on his right cheekbone, just where mine was. He hissed a bit from the contact, but his eyes never left my face, as he analyzed my behavior. I didn't dare to look into his eyes, I kept my focus on his wounds instead, moving the cotton to his soft lips, which were wounded now, he parted his lips so I had more access to them. When I was done with his lips, I moved forward to his left side, as I felt his hands carefully squeezing my waist. That was when I looked at his hands and his knuckles were bruised as well, from the defending. He tried to look into my eyes, leaning down so he could see my eyes, as I reached the cotton to his red knuckles that screamed, he did not let himself fall for even a second. I hid behind my cap, as I felt his sharp glare.

"Why are you hiding?" He got suspicious and reached his hands towards my cap. "Don't hide your beautiful eyes, sugar." I grabbed his wrist, preventing him from taking off my cap.

He just looked at me, slowly figuring out something was off. I had no time to react when he quickly pulled off my cap, revealing my face, which really wasn't a big deal. But he made it like it.

He just stared at me, with round eyes, looking at the little red wound on my cheek.

"What the fuck happened, Y/N?" He stood up, I saw his body suddenly start to tremble, his blood was boiling.

"It's nothing, really, Joong please, just calm down," I said slowly feeling terrified seeing this Hongjoong.

He stepped closer to me until my back hit the fridge. Cold ran through my back, spreading through my whole body. He held my jaw carefully, tracing his thumb over the little red wound.

"Who did this to you?" He asked in a low tone; I never heard him like this before. Suddenly I felt like I was in front of the Devil.

"Did I ask who did that to you?" I pointed at his wounds.

"That doesn't fucking matter, Y/N!" He shouted suddenly. "Who was it tell me! I'm going to kill them." He hit the fridge next to my head. I squeezed my eyes shut from the sudden impact, starting to breathe heavily. I wasn't scared, I was terrified seeing him like this. But I knew his anger didn't tend towards me. He was pissed because someone hurt me.

"Hongjoong, you are scaring me, please calm down." I looked at him as tears started to appear in my eyes.

He looked at me, surprised, then stepped back from me, leaving me with a cold feeling. "Shit" He rubbed his palms into his face, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening to me." His eyes were full of regret. “When something happens to you, I can’t control myself, Y/N!”

I sighed, feeling the weight of the encounter. “It was a man,” I confessed, unable to meet his gaze. “I didn't see his face, but he had a message for you, " I said looking down at my hands, I tried to remember what he exactly said. "He said something about that plan, to tell Yunho to stop it because they know who he is and shit like these…and…he said something about my dad Joong, they know how he died, do you understand?" I was so confused I didn't even know what was I saying as I started to tear up.

"Fuck, they don't know shit, don't believe them, sugar." He stepped closer to me, to peck my red wound on my cheek. "I think those who attacked me were from the same gang." This was the first time he said some information to me. "Let's wait for Yunho and we'll figure it out." He said caressing my cheek slowly.

≫When your dark side leaves

I'm falling for you deeper≪

I nodded. "Let's drink something." I suddenly offered, trying to break this tense atmosphere. 

Hongjoong frowned at me. "Really?" I saw a little smile appeared on his lips.

"Yeah, I think we can use some, nah?" I turned around to grab two wine glasses.

"I guess." He said watching me as if I might disappear at any moment.

Pouring out the red wine, its hue resembling blood, I made my way to the living room with the bottle in hand. Hongjoong followed me and sat down on the other side of the couch. I looked at him, after sipping the red liquid from my glass.

I tilted my head looking at him curious. "Do you ever smile? I never saw you smiling?"

Well—that was a lie, but I never saw him smiling because of me.

He suddenly chuckled at my question. Oh My God, and that was the sweetest melody I ever heard. He hid his lips behind his palm. "Yes, it happens, sometimes."

His face grew serious as he drank from his glass, downing it in one go before pouring another. I did the same as he poured into my glass too. He turned towards me and laid his head on the back of the couch.

"Do you know you have beautiful eyes?" My heart started to race all of a sudden. "It's mysterious like a dark forest." He looked at me with sincerity. I think the alcohol already hit him. It was funny seeing him like this.

"Oh, so you are a Shakespeare now?" I said teasing him. Downing the wine from my glass to reach for the bottle to pour another, he did the same as I poured for him as well.

"I was a Shakespeare all my life." He said as he closed his eyes and smiled. His sudden smile caught me off guard. Was this the same Kim Hongjoong who had been shouting at me just moments ago? "I write music since…I don't know a long time ago."

I was surprised at that. "Really?" I asked as my face showed how surprised I was.

"Yea" He stared at his hands. "I wrote some for bigger companies."

"Wow, I didn't know," I said respectively. "That's really a big achievement."

He lifted his head to look at me. "Thank you."

"Recently…I don't know, I kind of write something in my mind, but I never wrote it down, and… it may sound weird but I hear a melody as well, which I never heard before. I never tried writing something before." I tried to explain to him my weird thoughts.

"It's not weird at all, I had times when I wrote a whole song like that, but as soon as my brain extended it, I wrote it down quickly. You should do that too." He sipped from his glass.

"Hmm, okay I will. I would be glad if I could write a song, it seems fun." I said to him honestly, staring right next to him into a blank point.

"It is, but it has the bad sides too. The process of music-making is tiring. You have to listen to it a thousand times and change a lot of things so that in the end, it is going to be perfect. But it's worth it, I can promise that." I never heard him talk this much; it was strange. I liked this side of him. He looked so soft and nice, with his black hoodie, the sleeves, and the hood close to the color of beige, the hood now on his head, and black sweatpants hugging his legs tugged up on the couch. I felt like I wanted to hug him, which was strange.

"Mhhm, I'll try doing something," I said laying my head on the couch's back, turning towards him. I slowly started to feel the effects of the alcohol, my body was lighter.

"Since when do you sing?" He did the same as me looking at me curiously.

My heart started to beat fast at that question. I looked down on my hands. "Hmm, since I was seven…maybe." Unwanted tears started to appear in my eyes as I blinked them away.

"Your voice is so beautiful; I get chills all the time you are on the stage." He complimented me. I lifted my head and smiled at him. "Why do you sing?” He asked while his eyes never left me.

It was always hard for me to talk about this. "My mother discovered I can sing, so she was the one pushing me in this way. I fell in love with everything that's music, and since my mother died…" I stayed quiet for a second, trying to be able to talk. "After she died, it was my only escape," I said, my fingers toying with the glass, my breaths shallow and uneven.

It was a long time ago since she took her own life, I was only 12 back then, but how could I forget her beautiful smile, as she looked at me proudly every time I sang? Every time I stepped on the stage, I saw her beautiful face smiling at me and saying 'You've got this'.

Abruptly, Hongjoong's presence pulled me from my reverie. "She would be proud of you." He smiled at me sweetly, reaching his hand to my cheek, and caressing it.

I stared at him as if I didn't recognize him. "Thank you."

We stared at each other for a moment. "Does Yunho's rule affect you?" I suddenly broke the silence. He took his hands away from my face, sudden change went through him, as I mentioned Yunho's name. It really did affect him. He turned on the couch leaning against the back, staring at the blank TV.

"So, it does." I acknowledged as I drank the remaining wine from my glass and I stood to put the glass down. As I turned towards him, he lifted his head, his gaze piercing into mine.

 As if he knew what I was planning. I walked towards him and slowly straddled him staring into his eyes the whole time. I left my hand on his shoulders as he did not move at all.

"Why are you doing this?" He was struggling I could see it in his eyes.

"Because I know you hold yourself back, for a reason of a stupid rule, my brother made," I said leaning closer to his face. "You can't hold back for too long, Joong." I whispered on his now bruised lips. A surge of anger coursed through me at the sight of his injuries, a protective instinct rising within.

I saw as his eyes got softer, he slowly reached his right hand towards my lips and brushed it with the softest touch I ever felt. He stared at my lips desperately.

"What do you want, Hongjoong?" I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I want to kiss you." He whispered a little dazed from the alcohol.

I reached my hands to his face to cup his face into my hands. "Then do it," I whispered into his lips as they almost touched his, it felt like a bad decision, but I couldn’t think about that when that's all I had to say, and he grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him, his lips finding mine finally, and I felt complete again.

≫You complete me like black the white

I complete you like fire the water≪

I didn’t even realize back then how it felt to kiss him, because I'm sure it hasn’t felt like this. Our lips moved together like it was destined together, slowly, passionately. His kiss conveyed a desperate longing as if he never wanted to part from me. I felt his bruised lips against mine, as his tongue went through my parted lips, inviting mine for a dance. His hands slowly found their way under my shirt, running his fingers through the line of my spine, I arched my back from his touch. It never felt so good, his touch was like a sin I could commit anytime. I reached my hand to his nape, and slowly teasingly ran my fingers through his hair, mixing the colors, as his lips escaped a moan, that sounded like the melody that was playing in my head rent-free.

All of a sudden, I heard two car doors slamming. I departed from Hongjoong immediately as he heard the sound as well, looking towards the front door with round eyes.

"Yunho is with his motorbike, right?" He asked looking back at me.

I nodded.

 "Fuck they followed me," Hongjoong said as he stood up quickly his hands still holding my lower back. We heard two loud bangs on the door.

"I know you are there, open up or we will break the door." A low voice shouted from the front door, and I started to panic.

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I NEED ANGST

Stans gang + butters with an S/O whose like severely injured and in the hospital?

I fucking love angst but I don't know if I did this justice! Sorry I didn't do butters I just don't know how to write him with in anything that isn't fluff!!

Accident

Stan Marsh

He was at home when he got the call. Just playing on his xbox, lounging on the couch. Then his phone rings, "Bebe?" Weird. Why would she be calling

"hello?"

"Stan, oh my god.. we- I'm so sorry! Y/N! They were in an accident!" Bebe voice was breaking with panic and sobs.

Stan sat up, leaning on his knees. "...what?"

"they're in hospital, Stan. I'm so sorry!"

Stans body went cold. "A-are they okay?"

Bebe whimpers through the phone. "I don't know.."

He runs out of the house. Picking up his car keys and running to his car. His hands are shaking and is really wishing he put a new battery in his key fob so he didn't have to fuck about with trying to put the key into the door. He speeds to the hospital, running amber lights. His vision getting blurry with tears. All he can see is your happy face. And that though of any harm to you is killing him. He needs you to be okay.

Once he gets to the hospital he doesn't get out of the car. He just sits there, gripping the wheel tightly. "Just do it. Stop being a pussy. They need you!" He tells himself. He watches as people leave and enter the hospital. But he just sits. Terrified. Not knowing if you're dead or alive. But too scared to leave. What if you die? He doesn't want his last memory of you to be all broken and covered in medical equipment. He sobs alone in his car. Fighting his fear to try and see you. But he can't.

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle's at work at the time. He didn't answer when you called. He's at work, you know he doesn't like being on his phone at work. And then another call. And another. When he answered he was annoyed. And god does he regret it because nothing could of prepared him.

"Hello? What is it? I'm at work." He answered sharply.

"hello, is this Mr. Kyle Broflovski?" An unfamiliar voice. Kyle checked his phone, he didn't even notice is was an unknown number.

"this is he." He replied, now thinking this was a scam.

"I'm calling to inform that Y/N L/N has been involved in a serious accident. Now they are in a stable condition but I would suggest you come in."

"i- what?!? What happened!?" Kyle stood at his desk picking up his car keys.

"this might be something to discuss in person rather other the phone." Kyle hung up. He practically ran to his bosses office and explained. Luckily his boss was a good guy and very understanding.

Kyle ran out of the office building to his car. Luckily for Kyle, he knew the fastest route as he's had a few trips to the hospital for illnesses.

He practically jumped out of his car when he arrived at the hospital. Running to the reception desk. "Hi, what ro-" he's stopped by a finger to his face. The receptionist sat there open mouth chewing her gum. She was slowly typing on her keyboard. It felt like hours had passed by the time she looked up at him and spoke. "Who are you visiting?" Her voice dull. "Y/N L/N." "2nd floor. Ward 6." Kyle didn't even wait for her to finish her sentence before running to the elevator. He pushed the button. Then he pushed it again. "Augh, this is taking too long!" He said to himself before running towards the stairs. Dude was missing steps as he ran to the second floor.

He burst through the doors to the second floor and looked around for a sign pointing to ward 6. Once he found it he charged in that direction. He caught a nurse as he arrived. "Y/N L/N? A-are they here? I'm their boyfriend. Can I see them?" He asked frantically. "Room 264." Kyle ran again, avoiding people and carts. He arrived at you room, hand shaking as he reached for the handle. He entered the room. Seeing you there, covered in wires and tubes. He pulled the visitor chair closer to your bed. You'd looks so peaceful if it weren't for all the medical equipment around you. He took your hand in his, planting a kiss on your knuckles. He stayed by your side. Everyday.

Kenny McCormick

I'm exhausted

Kenny was actually on his way to your work to surprise you with lunch he promised you a couple months ago. When he arrived he couldn't find you. He tracked down one of your co-workers. "Uh, hi, do you know where is Y/N is?" "Oh, uh, they've been taken to hospital. I don't know the details. Sorry." Kenny stood there frozen. He took a breath. "They're fine. I'm sure they're fine." He thought. He left you work and headed to the hospital. It started with a stroll. But the more he thought... "Probably something silly." "Why didn't they call me." "They're fine." "They're fine." He was sprinting before he even realised. Kenny of course knows the hospital well. He runs into the building up to the reception desk. "Y/N L/N, where?" "They're in emergency, you'll have to wait." Kenny scrunched up his face and dashed to the emergency ward ignoring the yells to stop. Luckily a nurse was leaving the ward so he managed to get to the door before it shut and locked. "Y/N? Y/N?!" He runs through the busy ward and finds you. "No, no, no, no..." "Sir, you can't be here." Said a doctor. "No! Y/N!" "Someone get him outta here!" "Y/N!!! Y/N!!!" He yelled as he got pulled away by security.

Eric Cartman

Eric was sat at home at the time. He was getting pissed, you were meant to be at his house way over an hour ago. And you're not answering your texts?! "What the hell, Y/N!" He growled. Then he remembered, you have your snap location on! "Bitch, thinks they can avoid me." And that's when he sees you're at the hospital. "Wha.." he raised an eyebrow at this. Now he tried calling you. It rang out and that's when panic set it. He didn't want to care. But god damnit! "Probably just... Something dumb. Dumbass just AUGH!" He pushes himself off the couch and heads out. "You're gonna get it, Y/N. I'm gonna kick your ass." He says to himself as he gets in his car. He doesn't rush. Why would he? You're probably just being dramatic as always. He arrives at the hospital. It's pretty busy. He walks up to a nurse who's running about. "You know where -" "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to take a seat! There's been a serious accident." The nurse runs off. "Rude." He tried getting the attention of another nurse or doctor but nothing. A big accident must of happened. But there's no way his s/o was involved. They're careful. They're... They're fine. Eyes wide, sweat drops form on his forehead. He grabs the arm of a passing doctor. "Y/N L/N. Are they here?" He asked. He wasn't going to let go until he got his answer. "Are you family?" "Yes." He lied. "We managed to stabilise them. Follow me I'll take you to them." The doctor speed walked and Cartman quickly followed. "They're in here. I've got to go. I'll be back." The doctor then ran off. Eric pulled the privacy curtain back and there you were. God, he could kill you for doing this to him. Unconscious, covered in wires, tubes coming out of your mouth. Why would you do this to him? He takes your delicate hand in his. "You better get better... Please..."

[shhh-secret-time]

Please Look Forward To It!

Grey Out: Clyde x GN!Reader -

Soulmate AU

He misses it. Being able to see color. He took it for granted when he had it, like he does most things in life. He just needs to see the sunset, really see a sunset!

Parent-Teacher Meeting: Kenny x Fem!Reader -

NSFW

Being a teacher is one of the most rewarding experiences in the world! Kenny's little girl is such a delight, you can't wait to gush about her to her dad. Her very attractive, easy to talk to dad.

Toolbox Killer: Toolshed x Fem!Reader-

NSFW

Retail sucked. Everyone knew that. It paid like garbage and the hours were horrible. So who can really blame you for your part time gig as a master thief. Apparently Toolshed can.

Birthday Bash: Tolkien x Fem!Reader

NSFW

What do you get the man who has everything? For months now, you've been scrambling for a birthday gift for your beloved. His party is next week and you still don't have anything.

Make A Mountain: Christophe x Fem!Reader

NSFW

Another day, another dangerous mission. For Christophe it's just another fucking Tuesday. All he wanted was to retrieve the artifact and get out. Instead, he's stuck in stuffy suit surrounded by a bunch of ignorant rich people. God really does hate him.

Thing I Want To Write:

Apple Butter: Butters x Fem!Reader-

REMAKE

Butters finally gets the courage to ask you to go out with him! The season is perfect for apple picking and maybe even a picnic! He just hopes the old Butters luck doesn't ruin it.

You're Girlie Pop: Bebe x Fem!Reader-

NSFW

Bebe watches as her best friend gets dragged away by South Parks very own Kyle Broflovski. Her plan was working for everyone but her! She just wanted the cute girl in science lab to notice her already!

[lurkingshan]

For the ship game: mhokday and would love if you also talked about nightporjai

MY CURRENT BELOVEDS. You're a true star for prompting me on both couples, anon, I literally always want to talk about a Mark Pakin character.

I write about them every week so I'm sure it does not surprise you that I really love Mhok and Day as a pair. They have such a solid, lived in chemistry and clearly really enjoy being around each other, which is one of my favorite things to see in any pair. I like it when couples actually like each other, I'm crazy like that! Mhok is obviously quite devoted to Day and has been an excellent partner for him through this very difficult time in his life; I am really hoping I get to see Day return the favor and reciprocate that support before the show ends.

Now Night and Porjai is mostly all potential at this point, but boy do I love the possibilities. Porjai is a great girl: loyal, funny, smart, a little bit sassy, firm about what she deserves and unashamed of her choices. Night is a reformed party boy who feels a deep sense of responsibility and is devoted to his family, and who generally seems to have a good sense of other people (he was the first to notice how good Mhok was for Day and do what he could to keep him around). And they had an instant spark and a nice chemistry upon meeting. He seems like a great potential dad for this bebe Porjai is planning to raise on her own, and she seems open to bringing a partner into this arrangement. As a bonus, they already like and have built trust with each others' brothers! They are primed for coupledom and I can't wait.

Send me a ship and I'll share my thoughts about it

[he4rts4alexis]

Fourth of July disaster

Pairing: platonic!Kenny x platonic!Reader

About: Kenny thought it was a fun idea to bring illegal firworks

Warnings: Cartman and curse words

Did not proofread

"Y/nn get up!" Bebe yells as she banging on your door. "Uh I'm up" you say still tired "alright I'm coming in don't be naked" bebe says "what why would I be" "uh idk anyways get dressed were going to Stan's" bebe states "why? It's like 10:00 in the morning" "y/n darling it's 8:30 pm u slept in late..."

"oh shit I forgot to go get fireworks" "that's why we're GOING TO STAN'S Y/N GET THE FUCK UP!"

"ok damn u didn't have to yell"

*Time skip to Stan's house*

"hey y/n" Wendy says excitedly "hey have you seen Kenny?" "Uh yea he in the backyard setting up fireworks" "mkay thanks"

"Kenny!" "Uh yes?" "Why the hell does the firework box have a BIG ASS exclamation mark on it?"

"it's for decoration relax if anything happens I got you" "pfft bye if anything happens you will die before the firework goes off" "you said you would never speak on it" "I'm sorry"

"yo lovebirds the fireworks almost ready?" Stan asks "yea just a sec" "WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS" "yea sure" Stan says while leaving "you know we could be" kenny says trying his best to flirt "yea I would rather see you die for good" "enough with the immortal jokes" "yea ok" "go tell them the fireworks are ready"

"YO DUMDASSES THE FIREWORKS ARE READY"

"fuck you bitch" Eric says irritated "Eric shut the fuck up and get outside" I say as everyone goes outside

Kenny lights the first firework "see told you nothing bad" "yea right let me try then" "no" "just let me light it" I say trying to grab it from him" "y/n stop"

"dickheads light the firework alread- oh shit DROP IT" Kenny drops the firework on the stand that holds it "ok we're all good see what I mean y/n"

"Kenny it tipped over" "uh y'all I think we should run" everyone runs and hops the fence "uh Kenny I can't hop the fence" "then run bitch" "oh wait it stop Kenny why are you still running" "BECAUSE IT GOING TO GO OFF" as he says that fireworks start going everywhere one almost hits you in the face it missed by a couple inches as you look at the fence it's burned "oh shit that would have been my face"

*Time skip back home*

*on the phone with Kyle*

"that shit was wild" "yes I told him not to do it" "hold up y/n imma call you back" "alright"

*1 message from Kenny*

I swear sometimes I wonder why where friends

YALL IDK WHAT TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE I GOT THREE MORE ONE SHOTS FOR TONIGHT WISH ME LUCK🙏🏾

[thebottomfromhell]

hi I absolutely love your writing!!! may I request the upper moons walking in/hearing reader singing a love song that they're so sure is about them, along with their reactions?

not necessary to add, but it'd be funny if reader had that song playing in their head over and over due to how in love they are while in the middle of a meeting with muzan and him going "what the fuck, who is this for, you're pathetic"

thank you so much for your time!

My brain after reading this ask in bethesda game quest format: *skyrim quest initiation drums* Find a song that at least have love included that represents the Uppermoons.

I loved this concept, call me cringe or whatever but if you have never liked a musical song (movie songs included, don't you go on denial. If you liked disney the stfu) or appreciate a good Opera (the LUNGS these people have, try singing in a threater loud enough for everyone to hear you without a mic, I dare you), then you're missing something.

I'm very sorry for the wait, I hope you like this one too. Thank you for the request too, it's something different and I had fun with it.

Uppermoons and GN reader confessing over a song (Musical AU with modern music and spotify/music youtube)

Songs used: [vid with lyrics + translation if needed]

Gyutaro - Your love is my drug (Kesha)

Gyokko - Prisoner (Jeffree Star)

Sekido - Dark red (Steve Lacy)

Karaku - Perro fiel (Shakira ft. Nicky Jam)

Urogi - Balada (Gusttavo Lima)

Aizetsu - Name of love (Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix)

Nakime - Boyfriend (Dove Cameron)

Akaza - Love story (Indila)

Douma - Shut up and listen (Nicholas Bonnin)

Kokushibou - Tsuki no curse (Reika Okina)

Warnings: My broken taste in music, sexual content mentioned (in song), sexual content implied, slight drug use mentioned (in song), Akaza sings in french and slight angst, yandere behavior (in song),

Gyutaro:

"Maybe I need some rehab. Or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seein' it in my dreams." Holy SHIT you listen Kesha? He listens Kesha too! His sister was the one to introduce him to the artist and, he admits, the songs are very catchy. "What you got, boy, is hard to find! I think about all the time.I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind" "Your love is my drug" is not really his favorite from her, "blah blah blah" and "cannibal" take that prize by far (no, it's not because it's fun to sing as if he was high, he doesn't sing... at all... no, Daki, he just said he would not-)

"Because your love, your love! Your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" Fuck. He really didn't mean to, he just... did it. You look at him surprised, you didn't even know he was around. Still you laugh a bit with him as he keeps singing as he forces you into his shoulder and back like he does with Daki. "I said your love, your love, your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" He moves slightly, careful not to drop you, he just looks so active and joyful.

You are addicted to this side of him to, this one it barely shows, that side of him that is actually fun to be with, chaotic and messy the same way he is intimate and caring. This is your guy. "But left to my own devices I'm addicted, it's a crisis. My friends think I've gone crazy." He interrupts again. "OH! I like this part! My judgment's getting kinda hazy. My steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead." You let him keep singing, until it gets to a part that is important to you, in ehich you get off Gyutaro to cup his face in your hands, making eye contact.

"I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me. But crash and crave you when you leave." There, you got it, you see his eyes glow a little as he keeps looking at you, face blushing. He gets it. He always gets it, even when he doesn't want to. "Wow. Ne, just... wow. This song is perfect for you, y'know?" You chuckle a little at that. "How about you? Do you also feel like that?" He looks at the other side a bit embarrased before nodding. "I do, ne. The song is good. Really good." Maybe that is why you spend the rest of the night singing it, along with other songs from Kesha. It was lovely (Also, he nails it at blah blah blah), you wilk repite it again.

Gyokko:

"I got no regrets. And I remember the day that we met. There was no way that I could forget you.So I followed you home. And I waited 'til you were alone." Ok, Gyokko doesn't even own a home, staying at the house of his victims for a week or so doesn't count, even if you have followed him to one or two of them. He was the one to invite you, the behaviors of this song is not yours. If it had to be someone's, it would be Gyokko's. "And I know this seems so wrong. But I'm just a lovesick criminal."

"Oh! I knew you had good taste, but this is amazing!" You never stfu faster than that, closing your mouth the second you heard Gyokko's voice. You turn around and he seems... cheerful. "You can arrest me, baby, I don't wanna leave. Lock me up, throw away the key. I don't care if I'm in trouble deep. I'm addicted to your love." He keeps singing it, moving with the beat. You knew the song was his taste, but you didn't expect this outcome. "I love that song. One of my favorites. And the fact that you love it too! It's magnificent!" Still, if he is aware of the main reason you like the song, he doesn't let it show.

"I'll be your prisoner. I'll be your prisoner tonight." You keep goin, not knowing if it's to pretend nothing happened or if you are just vibing with it, but you both keep going. "I, I, I, I'm under your spell. And I just can't get enough!" You don't talk about it until you finish the song, but... you will, you can sense it. But you can also see Gyokko smiling, enjoying the time with you. "I'm prepared for all the consequences." "Believe me, I have the worst intentions." "I'm prepared for all the consequences! Believe me, believe me!"

You will be fine.

Sekido:

Sekido is NOT going to apologize, he never even thought about it. Sure, he was rude to you and maybe crossed a line or two, but you made him angry first. You also crossed the line this time! He doesn't even remember what you said to each other, but he remember it was bad. Why would he apologize if he is wondering if he even should forgive you. "Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know it, but I feel it coming. Might be so sad, might leave my nose running. I just hope she don't wanna leave me." He stopped when he heard your voice.

Sekido was never the one to plead, he was never the one to even ask for things. He is by far the most prideful of the clones. But if you were actually to go, to leave- "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you, babe. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you." Wouldn't he beg like this, so pitiful and needy, because even if he doesn't want to admit it... he loves you. "Y/N."

He interrupts you, making you just realize he is there. "Is this... how you feel. Or am I reading this wrong?" He gets close slowly, but you can't really answer. You also don't want to be the one to apologize first, to admit you need him as much as he needs you without knowing what he is feeling. After some seconds of silence Sekido looks away and starts singing what you just sand, but more like a murmur, if the lips separated less then it would onlu be a hum. "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby." It sounds sincere. It is.

None of you apologizes, you both just keep... singing and huming. Just staying together, not wanting to leave. At all.

Karaku:

"C'mon, what were you humming, hot-stuff? I heard you just now. I promise not to laugh even if it's a lame virging song." He is teasing you. Of course he is, but he won't leave you alone until you obey. "How about you sing it? Since the song is clearly stuck in your head." How did he actually convince you? Only Karaku knows, but in the end you do as he says. Maybe you wanted this, to take it out of your chest. He has no way you actually think about him everytime you hum this song. Is like conffesing without actually doing so. "Aquí estás. Ya no puedes detenerte. ¿Dónde vas? Si estoy loco por tenerte." He seems to recognize the song, raising an eyebrow while smirking. "¿Cómo lo iba a saber? Que te vería otra vez. Tú me confundes no sé qué hacer...." You stop.

This is embarrasing, you better leav- "Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien. Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer. Si eso pasa yo seguiré. Contigo aquí como un perro fiel." Oh.... oh. He likes the song, and you don't know why, but that alone raises your confidence. Specially when he grabs your hand to make you spin around, as if dancing, laughing cheerfuly and loudly when you follow the lead. "Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer." "Like that! Keep it up." You do, sometimes he moves as if to dance, mostly keeping himself roamimg around you, interrupting to sing himself or cheer up at times.

"Dicen que tú eres peligrosa. No le hago caso a esas cosas. Dime qué está pasando. Me tienes como un loco, soy un loco enamorado, eh." "Crazy man in love", that parts come from your heart, because you are in love. He puts one hand behind your head and the other in your waist before going the next part. "Quiero saber cuánto me vas a insistir. Y hasta dónde llegarías por mí. Siento mucho la espera. Pero valdrá la pena cuando te esté besando." "When I kiss you", and he just finishes the verse by doing so. And damn if it isn't worth every damn second of yearning. He speaks again after pulling apart, only inches away from your face. "Best love confession ever, hot-stuff. Very nice to use a "romantic" language. Keep coming for me and I'll keep you as mine, got it?"

What else were you meant to do but nod? Damn, you don't have to be a genius to know where the night is going. And you are going to like it.

Urogi:

For context... You were singing, only to stop when Urogi appeared from the sky. Now he has been following you "C'mon, sing again. PLISS? I like that song, I promise. I just want to hear you sing it." It took less than an hour of whining and puppy-eyes to convince you.

"Eu já lavei o meu carro, regulei o som. Já 'tá tudo preparado, vem que o brega é bom. Menina fica a vontade, entre e faça a festa. Me liga mais tarde, vou adorar, vamos nessa" And Urogi interrupts, to your surprise, singing the next part as he flies around you, grabbing your hands in his, exagerating movements as if dancing. "Gata, me liga, mais tarde tem balada! Quero curtir com você na madrugada! Dançar, pular até o Sol raiar! C'MON, IT'S YOUR TURN Y/N!" You follow the song and repear that same fragment before Urogi steals the next part again.

"O tchê tcherere tchê tchê! Tcherere tchê tchê! Tchê, tchê, tchê!" The song barely says anything at all. It's barely has content, but... it fits Urogi. It's more a thing of vibe than of actual words. "Se você me olhar vou querer te pegar. E depois namorar, curtição. Que hoje vai rolar." Really, it's simple, the song could be sintesized in a "let's party and if I catch your eye let's stay together the whole night", but it's cheerful, full of joy, very light... very Urogi. Maybe that is why you like it.

You are unsure if Urogi gets what you are really feeling, but he gets completely the song. And he does want to stay with you and have fun the whole night. It's a win. You will be able to explain things to him later, but for now. "Gusttavo Lima!"

Aizetsu:

"If I told you this was only gonna hurt. If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn. Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love?" Just after you finish that part you feel a hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see Aizetsu. You blush at the realization he found you singing, though he is blushing too. "Would you mind if I sing with you?" He doesn't explain himself futher as he asks shyly, you can only nod as he takes a breath to continue the song.

"Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night. In the silence, when there's no one by your side." He looks at you as if waiting you to join, smiling softly as he offers his hand. "Would you call in the name of love?" You take it. "In the name of love, name of love. In the name of love, name of love. In the name of." You basically also hum together the instrumental, in a softer version. You spare glances on each other, deep and adoring.

"When there's madness, when there's poison in your head." It's almost as if you were actually talking. "When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed." You sure get that Aizetsu means it. Every word of it, that is why he wanted to sing with you. "I will hold you in the depths of your despair." "And it's all in the name of love" And so. "I wanna testify." "Scream in the holy light." "You bring me back to life." And it's all in the name of love. That you look at each other, hold your hands, talk. Because you do talk once you both finish.

"I love you a lot. Do you.. it would make me sad if you were not singing for me like I was singing for you.... but I would unders-" you must interrupt him "I was singing for you too." He smiles softly at you. "Can.... can I kiss you? Please?" No, because you kiss him first. What a lovely song, lovely night, and lovely romance.

Nakime:

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit." Not the type of melody Nakime is used to, the opposite, but it's a nice song. "Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." You sing with the most care, because you know she is watching, she is hearing, even if you can't see her. This is her castle, after all.

You know what you are doing, the message that you are giving. Nakime loves music, what better way to confess than with a song. And this is a song which just... vibes with her. You have no idea if she has ever heard it before, but it seems it doesn't matter. "I don't need to tell you twice. All the ways he can't suffice. If I could give you some advice. I would leave with me tonight." It doesn't, because she is talented in her art. So she plays the biwa, making a beat for you to follow. "The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm. Ladies first, baby, I insist."

"I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." She sings this part with you, using the biwa to also change the settings. It gets a bit dizzy, but you love the display. She is very proud of her power. "Plus all my clothes would fit." She sings that part alone once you are both in the same room.

You look at her, she smiles at you. Seeing you are not going to sing anymore, she speaks. "I liked your song. Let's do this again some time. It's a date." She says, just before leaving you in your home. A date... you are proud of yourself, that's it. The lesbian power of the song did it trick, like you knew it would. You. Won.

Akaza:

Akaza doesn't know why he hasn't shown himself, he just... got lost in the song. It's one he knows, the melody,, the lyrics, the meaning... "Il n'est pas fou. Il l'aime c'est tout. Il la voit partout. Il l'attend debout. Debout une rose à la main. Non, non plus rien ne le retient." It's a lovely song, he can't think other way to describe it that is not deppressing, to be honest, and he doesn't want to think this song as sad, even if his chest aches a bit with it. "Dans sa love story!" "It's a love story", as said before, he knows the lyrics, he knows the meaning, and Akaza likes it. You keep singing for a while before even realizing he is there, but one second you open your eyes and turn around, facing the golden eyes.

"Em... how long have you been standing there?" You ask embarrased, blushing as Akaza also has some red in his cheeks. He doesn't answer your question, just takes some steps forward to grab gently yet firm, somehow desesperate, your hands into his. "Can you please keep singing? Please?" He asks twice, looking away as he whispers the secon pleading. You decide to just keep singing. "Je serai riche. Et je t'offrirai tout mon or. Et si tu t'en fiches. Je t'attendrai sur le port. Et si tu m'ignores...." "And if you ignore me...."

You know, you have seen, that Akaza is mourning, yearning, or something. You don't know, he himself doesn't know, but that nostalgia and melancholy.... sometimes you feel it takes him away from you. That is why you didn't want him to listen you sing about him, to confess. Because you are unsure id he will "Je t'offrirai mon dernier souffle de vie." "Give you the las breath of my life" and yet he keeps singing for you without letting your hands go. "Dans ma love story!"

"Et il y a toi..." Akaza waits for you to continue, tender and adoring eyes, "Et il y a moi." Yes! There is you. There is! And you are hopeful Akaza is there, is here, too."Et personne n'y croit. Mais l'amour fait d'un fou un roi. Et si tu m'ignores.... J'me battrai encore et encore!" "C'est ta love story!" You take that as a confession, and it shows in your blushed face and adoring eyes, he seems to agree in it. "C'est ta love story!" And of course, you join. "C'est l'histoire d'une vie! Love story!" You just look at each other, not bothering with the world, and giving in to tentation. You both kiss.

(And actually have to talk things through AFTER, you know? This is not a musical, as romantic as it was.)

Douma:

"Shut up and listen. Look at my eyes, don't tell me lies. I need you to tell me truth." You started singing on your own, but Douma got in the room, looking curious. He doesn't move besides closing the door besides him, doesn't speak, just... stands ghere, watching you. But part of you feels like he is urging for more. It's hard to tell, because he always urging for more of everything. "You gotta be clear, tell me the details. I gotta know as much as it hurts. I need you to tell me the truth." More violence, food, attention, power, sensations, pain... it's unclear most of the times. It becomes really hard to tell if he actually likes you.

"Bet you like it when I show up in a gown. Let my body work it out, slow your grind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He sings after you repeat the same part, maybe he hust wanted to do that. If it's because he wants to share the song with you or if he is just messing around... Douma himself probably isn't 100% sure. "When you tie me, do it slow, forget the time. Move position, take me south, ease your mind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He goes to grab you, to press his body against you. He understands the lyrics, not being able to recognize emotions doesn't make him stupid or inmune to sex. This is probably how the night will end.

Maybe it's better that way. "Slow it down if you need to, oh. Show me how just to please you. Ooh, work it out in the sheets. Do me and see through, I want to you feel you." Staying safe, showing intimacy in a way Douma can actually understand it, instead of leaving him guessing and wondering how he should feel. How a normal human, even a normal demon, would feel. You wish these things could be explainede with words in a language Douma fully knows. But the language is not the problem, nor is Douma or you.

You spend the night together, limbs tangling both bodies. Douma is content, satified, you too. Even if you feel like there a lot more things to say, but there is hardly a moment or a way to do so....

Kokushibou:

"Tsuki no kaasu tsumetai yume no naka de....." If you ask Kokushibou, music that is not in japanese is not real music. He is stuck in his own ass, always too focused on tradition and hierarchy and how japan is the "raising sun" blah blah blah. Sometimes he gets very annoying like that, to the point loving him does feel like a curse. "Kotoba no nai sekai de. Bokura wa ai wo kataru. Itsuka kimi ni todoku made..." wait a sec- Kokushibou is behind you, isn't he? You turn around and yep, he is. "Kokushibou-san...."

He keeps quiet for a while, like always, until he finally thinks he has something worth saying. "I like that song. Can you keep singing for me?" You really wanted to say no, but you also wanted to sing for him. After all, this song is recorded in your mind just for him. "Tsuki no kaasu. Tsumetai yume no naka kara. Kimi wo tooku tsuresaritakute. Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made." Maybe another person, demon or human, would have joined and singed with you. Kokushibou did not.

"Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made. Yoru no mukou futari dake de." Ypu finished the song for him, barely getting any reaction. This song is really perfect for you both. "Thank you for singing for me." He barely understands, it's not a surprise for you to have to actually explain it. "I did it because that is how I feel about you." Silence again, you are more than used to it. Kokushibou is not a person of intimacy, of sharing feelings, he clearly doesn't know how to answer back, and part of you feels guilty for putting him in the situation of having to. "I see."

He leaves after that, and you know he will evade you for at least a week or two from know own. If you are lucky he will want to talk about it after that and tell you he feels the same. But until then... it's a "Moon's curse in this icy dream."

Bonus:

Muzan: And then Nakime is going to su-

*Song from above starts playing in the background*

Muzan: Excu- *looking around* ..... Who is playing....?

Akaza: Is something wrong, Muzan-sama?

Muzan: Am I the only one hearing this?

Gyutaro: ..... I don't hear anything.

Nakime: Sorry.

Kokushibou: Hmn?

. . .

Y/N humming with the song on their head: Mhmnhmnhmn mhn hmn hmn mhn.

Muzan: SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT'S BEEN 5 HOURS WITH THAT SAME SONG! AT LEAST PUT SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Pathetic creature, who is this even for?!

[liliallowed]

so @leafwateraddict have me some ideas about ship children for the og LV triangle.

I don't really like ship children but like I don't mind making goofy fanon hypothetical scenarios.

I mean y/n does have seal babies in my ocean au. I thought it'd be a fun shitpost.

head canons below cut.

since y/n is gender queer and can be any gender (male or female, trans or cis, enby or anything beyond) I've decided I don't want to involve pregnancy.

it's just with souls.

anyways. so the souling is just there chilling but when it starts to mature and manifest a transparent physical form it starts dying cuz monster forms can't handle determination.

it's why there's never been a hybrid in history. cuz well... humans and monsters souls don't mix.

so like crimson uses their vessel to stabilize the souling. they're an exception to this worlds laws so their inherent nature is the glue needed to mix magic and DT.

it now has three parents. it's 10 percent god/anomaly. 10 percent human. 10 percent monster... and 70 percent dormant exp and LV condensed into a passive lil squishy bean.

crimson holding the child like the lion king: "I have birthed the antichrist. holy shit they're stats are crazy! who's a good strong baby? yesh you are. yesh you are. you're going to be a natural disaster wen u grow up aren't you? THEY INHERITED MY STATS! FUCK YEAH! I CAN'T WAIT TI SEE THIS LIL DEVIL GROW UP TO KICK ASS!"

and then the two snatch the child away from crimson cuz they're a fucking horrible (low-key abusive) parent that just... doesn't understand tenderness. (they're kinda like hand plates gaster lol 😂)

like it's not their fault they don't really understand how to love something for what it is instead of what it can be used for... or just focus on the new "perfect hybrid" like it's a work of art or a perfect specimen from an experiment...

but the child does have two loving parents that will kick crimson's ass whenever they're bothering da bebe.

anyways dust throws crimson out the window.

dust and crimson would argue over who's LV corrupted the child whenever they do something bad. (somewhere away from the kid. they never argue Infront of them.)

"excuse me!? THAT'S YOUR LV SIR. MY LV ONLY HAS PURE JOY. THE KIDS CRYING BECAUSE THEY INHERITED YOUR DEPRESSION LV."

while y/n has not one but three people to take care of. (they need a break)

it's like... a functional dysfunctioning family 😂.

as for the ship child. they're kinda like unprocessed uranium. it's not dangerous by itself.

so like they have the potential to be a world ending calamity but that doesn't mean they WILL.

sure they have an inherent talent in combat n stuff but if they grow up with love and safety? it's just like any other kid.

there's no "evil urge" they have to fight off. their magic just might be hard to control and unstable.

they might actually go become a healer or a doctor! develop green magic and follow their own passion regardless of their soul being basically a dormant LV condensed hellfire.

like... two of their parents might be world ending serial killers but like... that's not how genes work. you don't inherit your parents wrong doings. just a bit of their looks personality and like... maybe neurodivergency.

if they become evil later? nothing to do with how the kid will turn out.

it depends on how the child is raised. and with dust around drowning them in all the affection he can give I wouldn't worry about them turning out like crimson XD.

[scripted-downfall]

Jensen in DA is SO GOOD. Alec is my bebe and I love him. He deserves better. Even that proves how good of an actor he is.

I also feel Jared puts Jen down whether intentionally or not. Jen would not be caught dead really insulting Jared but Jpad seems to wear it a badge of honor if he can get Jen flustered.

And don't even get me started on the prequel thing.

That's something I don't think I can ever forgive.

He's not a toddler and depression doesn't excuse bad behavior.

And Jared is the golden child of the cw and I think it's bc he's a spoiled brat. He gets what he wants bc he knows they need him.

Idk. I just hope either Jen goes off at some point or that Jared gets what's coming to him. I'm waiting for his in Icarus moment.

Jensen's going places. Jared has no future outside of Daddy cw.

-Actor

Hello again! Sorry for the delay; it was Very Late when we were speaking earlier, and I didn't see your notification come through before I was conking out for the night :) It was nice to find waiting for me though!

And yes, absolutely; Alec was an awesome character, and I cannot stress that enough! He was done unfortunately dirty by the situations on set --- now that is an irl situation that I've heard a lot about --- but I really liked what they were able to produce in spite of that. I loved the friendship that developed between him and Joshua, especially (though it'd be nice if that X-5 from his past missions had been able to stick around for longer, so he wasn't quite so isolated). Also, though it isn't saying anything about Alec, per se, I loved 'Pollo Loco'; it was one of the few s1 episodes I really enjoyed.

I will be the first to confess that I don't know as much as others about Jensen's and Padalecki's irl interactions, but I've seen a number of clips from conventions and the like, and I've had the same impression. Given that these were just clips I came across looking at neutral tags on Tumblr, the fact that a random sample of these all left me with the same impression definitely tends to suggest that there's a statistical prevalence for that kind of behavior. Additionally, those bits I have seen --- his tantrums on Twitter, his thing about "anyone could have played Dean", being negative towards Misha (e.g. calling him a servant "jokingly" when he brings Jensen a beer, etc), and --- lest I be called biased again --- even the non-Jensen-centric bits of vitriol I've seen on Padalecki's social media.

And. The prequel thing. I feel like that speaks for itself.

As for the rest, I think it's probably easiest just to say that I agree (and I can feel the stans readying their keyboards for more threats, so keeping this brief is probably a good idea). We'd been talking earlier about the pride before the fall, but I like your term: Icarus moment. And yeah, for now, Padalecki's at least treading water. Maybe that'll last for a while --- especially given that he has an entire army of people willing to fight for him, for some (not so) unknown reason --- and, if it does, I guess I congratulate him. Fooling a large number of people is, after all, the main job that an actor's supposed to accomplish and, personally, I can't help but feel that he's managed it to some degree. After all, convincing this many people he can act is an impressive trick!

[itsmahblebaby]

Feeling whimsical, so I'm going to be doing a Persona 3 SLink sexuality list. Female protag only because not interested in Minato Arisato's friends and also I would need to think about Kenji twice and I would really rather not.

Junpei, Magician: Straight. Chidori canonically dies, and he canonically wears her necklace in later games. If Chidori lives, legend has it he dressed up as her on Halloween once. She was not happy.

Fuuka, Priestess: Bi, gay leaning. Lucia evolves through Natsuki leaving, despite death being the trigger for an evolution.

Mitsuru, Empress: She's pretty sure she's straight, but no she's gay. She will deny this at every turn, even as she's in bed with a woman at a love hotel

Hidetoshi, Emperor: Hard-on for justice, more likely to become a cop than Akihiko. Probably straight.

Bunkichi and Mitsuko, Hierophant: Bunkichi is definitely bi, and Mitsuko's entire personality is that she has a husband.

Yukari, Lovers: Either bi and straight leaning, or gay. Either way, she ends up in a passionate relationship with Mitsuru.

Rio, Chariot: Unfortunately straight. Her taste in men is horrible, too.

Koromaru, Strength: Bark!

Saori, Hermit: Gay. This girl is not even slightly straight, and she knows it. She knows society frowns upon it and wants to fix it, but can't fix what isn't broken.

Ryoji, Wheel of Fortune, and Pharos, Death: Playersexual, despite him trying to pretend he has interest in non-player women.

Ken, Justice: Beats me. Kids are usually the only ones who know that kind of stuff 99% of the time, since puberty is when your interest in that normally kicks it into being recognizable from the outside.

Maiko, Hanged Man: See Ken.

Bebe, Temperance: French, unfortunately.

Tanaka, Devil: This man gets so turned on by money that he lets you skip Nyx simply by paying him. His masturbation tools are his bank account and charts that have the line go up.

Mutatsu, Tower: If you asked him 50 years ago, he'd probably try to give you an answer. Nowadays, he doesn't care what you label him as. But he's pan.

Akihiko, Star: Asexual and aromantic, easily. Even entering into a relationship with him takes much more effort than the others, and he could get at least half the school to enter a relationship if he wanted to. But it's annoying, and he'd really rather not.

Shinjiro, Moon: Does it matter what a boy who died years ago thinks? One so haunted by the weight of his sins that he does nothing but wait for the reaper to finally take him, as he poisons his body with drugs that silence his loud mind? Asexual, heteroromantic. Likes cuddling.

Akinari, Sun: Does it matter what a boy who- he's gay. He realized this when he saw some yaoi at the hospital.

Aigis, Aeon: Playersexual, literally has Kotone or Minato touch her most private place so she doesn't forget them.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Random questions about the daniverse bc your fics live rent free in my brain:

what does magnus teach at the academy in lbaf? Does he get paid?

do the kids at the academy get sex ed classes? i hope they do. (my school did not have it and so a lot of kids were severely misinformed. did your school have it?)

will we ever get to know why david and his dad look like raziel or it it just a random thing?

does arthur have any powers bc of David's demon blood?

who're your top thee fav female shadowhunters (from canon and your fics)?

I didn't get the whole Mallory's baby thing. Was she ever pregnant?

Did reading chot in any way influence the plot of lbaf v?

Didn't Achilles have a sibling? What are they up to?

I loved the scene from IALS alec's chapter with Arthur in the office and i even laughed when i first read it but i can't stop thinking about how terrifying that must be for arthur. I've never been in a situation when i couldn't communicate w others. I felt really bad for arthur.

What is the one storyline/idea you're the most excited to write about in lbaf v? (spoiler free obvi)

anyway you're amazing. i hope you get well soon.

love, Yana

ps. I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET LUCI!

This is my fave thing ever. Thank you <3

He does. He is a guest lecturer (similar to canon). He talks mostly about history and magic (such as portals and accords, etc). Fun fact: Since Lance and Arthur are not allowed in the Academy, Magnus taught them separately. There is a whole short story about this one!

They do! They have something called 'self and society' - which was inspired by a class I teach at one of the local unis. It's more about understanding different aspects of yourself and one of the classes (which I teach) is on sexual and reproductive health education + gender and society. In lbaf, they do have a class similar to this where they learn about different self identies (including that of downworlders and nephilim etc)

We might...

Yes. He can make amazing tiktoks :P

Ahhh can't choose three! Some of my faves are in TDA - Emma. Cristina. Diana. I love all the ladies from TID and LBAF hehe. It took a lot of effort to warm up to Clary and Izzy because i didn't like their characterization in tmi - but I learned to love them eventually :)

If you are referring to IALS, it was just a delusion. Just like the 'max actually loves me' thing. In LBAF, it's a rumor.

...Yes. You might see a reference to Paladins in lbaf v. We will also get more Iron Sisters and Silent Brothers content. Reading canon books always inspires me for lbaf :)

He has a younger sister called Aurelia (Rosales babies having A names my beloved). She is actually working closely with the Alliance (just like her parents). You will meet her in Alec pov, I think!

It is definitely terrifying. I could write an essay about arthur angst smh.

There is a date (as in a romantic date). It's one of the turning points in the story because what happens during the date results in a whole chain reaction of events that leads to so much! I can't wait! Also very excited to write about Lucifer. I'm still workshopping his characterization oof.

Thank you for this, bebe. I love you <3

[sunnyie-eve]

9 | The Same

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Honey, we thought in order to get more VK's to sign up for the program that it would be great if you went over to pass out and hang up the four's posters. Volunteer to show we want to give more a chance as well." Belle tells Bella as she walks into their office.

"You of course would have someone with you for protection just in case something goes wrong with certain VK's." Adam adds.

"Why me and not Ben? It's his thing." She says confused.

"Because you still need to do your duties as the Princess." Belle gives her a look.

"Fine, I'll do it for my brother because I'm a good sister." Bella gives them a fake smile.

"Great, the limo is outside waiting for you."

"Oh, now?" Bella rushes for the door to leave not wanting to make her parents mad.

Arriving at the Isle people watch her get out of the limo. She explains she's there to help spread word about the VK program and passes out flyers and posters to those who wanted to help.

"Princess Isabella." Dizzy goes over to her.

"Dizzy, right? And just call me Bella." Bella gives her a smile.

"Yes, I can't believe King Ben is giving more VK's a chance at living in Auradon." She jumps in joy.

"Well, after seeing how it is here for you guys he wanted to change that for some of you guys." Bella tells her with a smile.

"It's nice you came over to help to get more people to join. It's showing progress of Auradon." Dizzy says so Bella just looks at her for a few seconds.

"It really is thanks to Ben. And me... I'll take a little credit since I put the thought in his head in the very beginning." Bella laughs.

"Well, thank you." Dizzy hugs her so Bella hugs her back.

The two of them work together putting up posters till Dizzy stops, "I don't have any money." Bella looks back confused only to see Harry.

"You steal from younger kids, really?"

"I haven't done it since Uma left. But I hear the Princess was here so I finally found her." He smiles walking closer to them.

"And why are you looking for me? That's a little creepy."

"I was just curious what the Princess was doing here again, but I see this time it's one of her duties and not for fun like last time." He smiles eyeing her head to toe. She was a beauty in his eyes and he loved what he saw. Since he met her, his mind has only been able to think about her wanting to see her again. 

"Exactly, I'm here for my Princess duties and not for fun like last time. So excuse me, I'm quite busy." Bella lets him know, "Dizzy, where's another good spot to put up posters?" Bella turns to her.

"Oh, follow me!" Dizzy takes off so Bella nods her head at Harry leaving to follow Dizzy.

Just like Harry, Bella hasn't been able to get him out of her mind too. Never once back home has a guy ever caught her eye until she ran into him. He was breath taking and what really reeled her in was those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

"How do you know Harry?" Dizzy asks as they put up Evie posters together. 

"When I was here last he kidnapped my brother and the whole time we chatted. Not to mention, I kept stealing from him for fun to pass time." Bella tells her and that was it. 

"Just be careful with him." Dizzy lets her know, "He's a big flirt with anyone he finds attractive." She adds. 

"Get that junk off my pub!" They look over to see a guy tearing down some posters that other kids put. The man turns and points at Bella, "Princess Isabella." He smiles walking over to her. 

"Umm," Bella looks at the man then it hits her, "Gaston." She forces a smile, "My mother says hello." She lies to him.

"She does?" He says surprised.

"She does. She wishes you are doing well. Oh, hey Gil." She feels some relief seeing him. 

"Oh, Bebe! Dad, you met Bella. She's just like her mother, huh?" Gil joins them.

"Looks exactly like her. You have her eyes." 

"Yes, I'm sorry but I have to get back to putting up posters then I have to get going. I promise not to put any on your building. Have a good day." Bella grabs Dizzy's arm to leave. 

"the was awkward." Dizzy tells her.

"No, kidding."

After a few more hours for working it was time for Bella to head back home. She tells dizzy goodbye and can't wait to see her again. As she was getting into limo a hand grabs her wrist making her two guards move Harry away from her.

"I just wanted to give the Princess a gift, gentlemen." He chuckles looking at them.

"It's okay." Bella tells them so Harry walks towards.

"For you." He shows her a red stone ring, "It was my father's. He gave it to me but I want to give it to you. To remember me while you're stuck at home wishing for an adventure." He smiles sliding it on her finger.

"Harry, I can't take you're father's ring as a gift." She tries to give it back to him. 

"Yes, you can Princess. He gave me permission to. Till next time." He kisses the top of her hand before walking off. Bella just gets in the limo to head home so confused about how she felt about Harry. 

Meanwhile back in Auradon, Ben was searching everywhere for his sister, "Father have you seen Bella?" He passes his father passing him in the hall.

"She should be coming back from visiting the Isle to promote your VK program." His father tells him.

"Bella went to the Isle alone?" 

"She had two guards with her incase anything happened. Why are you so worried?" Adam asks confused.

"I just don't exactly trust Hook's son around her. Not to mention he's part of Uma's crew." Ben sighs as Bella shows up. 

"How was the visit, dear?" Adam gives her a smile.

"It was great. Spent the whole time with Dizzy. Just one awkward moment running into Gaston having to talk to him." She laughs a bit.

"You see Harry?" Ben asks.

"No, I didn't see him. Just Gil with his father." She lies to him. "I'm gonna go tell Evie how much I adore Dizzy." She leaves the two to go see Evie at her place. "Evie, guess what I did today?" Bella walks inside.

"Go on a great adventure?" Evie says working on a dress.

"Sorta, I was sent to the Isle by my parents to help get kids to sign up so I spent the whole day working with Dizzy."

"Dizzy? She's so sweet isn't she?" Evie stops working.

"She is. I love her so much." 

"Anything else happen?" Evie takes a seat.

"Awkward conversion with Gaston. I lied saying that my mom says hello." Bella takes a seat too.

"Did you happen to run into a certain pirate who carries around a hook he doesn't need?" Evie smiles at her.

"Maybe but to Ben, I didn't." She makes clear so she doesn't tell Ben.

"And?"

"And what?" Bella laughs.

"Come on, Ben said you two seemed close playing around. And when he came to deliver the message for Mal, the looks between you two..." Evie tries to get something out of her.

"That was nothing. There's nothing there. I was just doing that to annoy him and I don't even know him. And he kidnaped my brother, Evie." Bella explains to her.

"Your father held your mother as a prisoner for awhile when she traded spots with your grandfather. Look now they're married with two kids." Evie makes a point. 

"It's not the same." 

"Isabella." Evie says her name in a tone, "The Beast let Belle go about the castle instead of locked in the dungeon. Harry let you wonder around the ship instead of tied up like Ben. Belle gets along with the nice household objects. You got along with Gil. Despite the Beast being a little rude after saving Belle, she starts to fall for him. Despite Harry being a VK and wanting to hook Ben, you play around with him in a flirty way and open up to him a bit. I say it's the same."

"Are you done?" Bella gives her a look.

"If you admit it, yes." Evie smiles.

"Okay, it's kinda the same. I am my mother." Bella whines, "But this is Harry Hook, it's never going to happen. He's there, I'm here and there's constantly a barrier up."

"And you're the Princess, who has access to go over there anytime you want. Heck, if you want to see what could happen go get to know him. And as a VK who grew up on the Isle with him and knew him... He has his moments but he's also very loyal and protective." Evie lets her know, "Our secret from Ben. As you told me, you don't need a prince."

[seas-storyarchive]

Deer Twins And Deer Mother - au

Angel isn't the only one with a twin in heaven. A girl twin, too.

Dorothy, the older sister who's skin was light like their father's and who passed as a white child that rose to be happy.

Alastor, the younger brother, the mama's boy, with skin kissed by the sun from birth and had an early fall.

Did Dorothy know what her brother was doing? No, not a clue. How so? Her brother was sneaky, and had a habit of sneaking cherry pie so that was attributed to it.

Anyway, Alastor gets a visit one day - in hell, at the hotel - from his mother and twin sister. And his reputation is in taters soon after.

Lenora is a doe with rounder and softer features with her color being a soft shade of pink rose.

Dorothy is a doe that is white as a cloud, her feathers were slightly sharper than their mother's but not as sharp as her brother.

He's pulled back into his old Louisiana accent, making jokes with his sister, and reduced to a mama's boy within a moment of them being in the hotel. It's funny. And it turns out, that thing about crawfish and daiquiris is something Alastor is not immune to.

Also, they know why Alastor is in Hell by now - he was a serial killer, but he only killed those men who hurt their wives and babies - but they want to hear it from him.

He doesn't say, at first, and them he blurts out: "I was mentally ill, Maman, Dorothy. I am of the homosexual sort."

Lenora sighs as Dorothy laughed.

"If dat was da case, Alo, I'd be down here too."

Alastor.exe has stopped working, his ears pinned back and eyes wide. What did she just say??

"You be hearin' me right, Alo. Me an' mah Molls, lovelah lady, woulda been down her' too."

"Huh, I got a sistah named Molly. Maybe the two know eachotha." Angel spoke up.

Dorothy took a long look at him, before pulling out a - le gasp! - modern day phone! She showed him a picture, a spider woman that looked like Angel.

"Dat's Molls! Toots, you datin' my sis?" Angel was surprised and happy. "Dat's awesome! I can't wait to see Molls now!"

As the two just yammered on - finding out that Dorothy's phone worked down in Hell - it was a three way screaming and two way crying match suddenly, which became a three way match when another woman was brought it.

Lenora was looking at Alastor. "You shocked, cher?" She laughed. "I knew dat back when you twos was in yo'r teens."

Alastor tilted his head. "Hmm.. so, it's not a mental illness, Maman? To like anything apart from your supposed partner gender?"

Lenora shook her head, "no, cher. It ain't." She tilted her head. "Why? You finally find someone?"

"In a.. manner of speaking." Alastor said, his head up straight now.

"Interesting." Lenora hummed. "So, tell Maman why you's really down here, bebe."

Alastor sighed. "It's.. not a particularly good, clean story, Maman.."

Lenora, who already knew the reason and also knew it couldn't get worse, nodded. "Bebe, you be knowin' as well as I do dat o'r storah ain't much cleanah."

Alastor sighed softly. "Okay.. here we go."

[hoboal87]

Fool Us Twice Writing Challenge

@synmorite and I are hosting a Challenge! Starting this month, which happens to be our birthday month (plus the bebe currently growing inside @hoboal87) and with no end date.

We want you to write a fic whose purpose is to trick us into believing something that isn’t true. As some of you know, Syn and I love to theorize the hell out of fics, and we're quite good at it. Throw us for a loop! We want you to trick us. 

For example: Make us believe someone is a villain but turns out they’re the good guy, or vice-versa! Or maybe the reader thinks he/she/they are being cheated on, but it’s really that the s/o is shopping for engagement rings (or go for the opposite and bring on the angst).

Bend the rules however you see fit, but it should still make sense once the twist is revealed. Distract us with other details. Is there a large time jump? Was something revealed about a character and they haven’t been heard from since? Does a character have a mysterious past? Make us focus on the why, even though it might be irrelevant to the story itself. The point is: make us believe the lie. You can use any type of literary device; unreliable narrator, red herrings, Chekhov's gun, flashbacks/flashforwards, in medias res, framing devices, ect. 

Interested? Check out the rules below!

Some Rules:

18+ participants only please

No minimum word count, max 3k per part. 

Any genre - Angst, smut, fluff, crack are all welcome. Please tag/warn your fic accordingly

If you choose to write smut, no scat or piss play. We both are pretty much open to anything outside of that, but if you're not sure you can send either of us a DM

Fandoms: Supernatural (Sam, Dean, John), Walker, The Boys, and any iteration (soulless!Sam, Demon!Dean, ect.) of those characters as well as RPF for those fandoms. Crossovers are more than welcome and encouraged! 

RIs, OCs, and Ships. We respectfully ask for no Destiel smut as neither of us are particular fans.

Need an idea for a pairing? Sastiel, Saileen, Denny, Dean/Cordell, Dean/SB, Sam/Jess, SB/Cordell, SB/Stella, Butcher/Liam, Cordell/Liam, Cordell/Stella. Think your pairing is unusual? Please write it!

If you write any RPF, wife-hate is not acceptable. 

We do ask if you decide to stay compliant or adjacent to the SPN canon, no mentions of the Barn or Dean’s death.

Post in at least two parts with the twist in the second part so we can theorize!

You can pick from either option one or two, or both, it's completely up to you!

Sign ups are not required, but if you'd like to let us know you can DM either @synmorite or @hoboal87

Please tag both of us as well as use the hashtag #trick and treat hobosyn in the first 5 tags

if one or both of us don't reblog within 48 hours please send us a DM

First option: pick a song or movie from 1987. Use this as the inspiration for your fic. Multiple authors may choose the same song/movie.

Bad by Michael Jackson

Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

With or Without You by U2

Here I Go Again by Whitesnake 

Don't Dream it's Over by Crowded House

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffani

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2

Didn’t We Almost Have it All? by Whitney Houston

The Next Time I Fall by Peter Cetera and Amy Grant

Alone by Heart

Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi

U Got the Look by Prince

(I Just) Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew

Lean on Me by Club Nouveau

(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by Beastie Boys

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Notorious by Duran Duran

The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby and the Range

Three Men and a Baby

Fatal Attraction

Flowers in the Attic

The Princess Bride

Dirty Dancing

The Lost Boys

Moonstruck

Overboard

Throw Momma From the Train

Lethal Weapon

Mannequin

Some Kind of Wonderful

The Untouchables

Predator

Roxanne

Adventures in Babysitting

Full Metal Jacket

Second option: Below is our Wish List of Tropes that we love to read. We have a wide variety of favorite tropes and once again, we aren’t here to judge.

Have Fun! We can't wait to read and theorize your fics!

A/B/O breeding farm

Dark Winchesters

CNC

Hand/Size Kink

Fuck or Die

Wincest

Weecest

A/B/O True Mates

Dadchesters

Genderswap

Walkercest

Rough sex

dub-con/non-con

Serial Killer AU

Possessive/obsession 

Breeding Kink

Knife Kink

De-Aging

Chef AU

Inappropriate Relationships

Grooming

Dark J3

Medical AU

Age Gaps

Mpreg 

Historic AU