#cause cutie marks are supposed to be like. the most important thing about you. your biggest passion your best skill

[mrpsychokiller]

did you know sphinx exist in the mlp universe but we only see one for 2 minutes in the 18th episode of the 7th season

[little-dragon-stories]

It took me too much time

A friends to lover journey for Jiyong and Y/n. Here’s how it all began.

Warning: Smut, language, cuteness overload. Oooh, in the smut part, there is a bit of masochism (not to an extreme, it’s cute. Said in another way, she loves it when it hurts a bit), outdoor sex.  Also, a big fear of storms, the mention of a fire.

W.C. 17796 (of pure hapiness... it made me very happy to write it <3)

Personal note: This is one of my fav gif of Ji. Let’s pretend that it’s him as he’s having a good time with his best friend, okay? Okay!

Sorry for that title and description, I didn’t know how to name it until now, LMAO.

Hopefully, you will love this one. It’s cute, sexy, funny. There is angst too.

Here it is

A double date, 5 years ago.

You were not sure if it was a good idea but you couldn’t refuse to go. It was a gift on a silver plate for your friend, more likely your favorite co-worker. Jiyong had agreed to go on a date with her but at one condition: it had to be a double date. Apparently, his friend Seunghyun was head over toes for you and was too shy to ask you out. It was the perfect occasion for Jiyong, maybe he would get some and his friend would have a chance to meet the girls he was silently in love with.  Well, most precisely, to have a complete conversation instead of the formalities you exchanged when you served him at the café.

You were working in a café where the boys came to relax and eat after their practice At the time they came, the café was almost emptied from the patreons.  They were the best friends in the world, bandmates working hard to pursue their dream in the music industry. They had made their debut a while ago and the reactions were enthusiastics. The press had good reviews of their albums and the fan base grew. They were starting big.

“It will be fun,” she said, “believe me, Seunghyun is such a cutie pie, a perfect match for you. Plus, you never went on a double date before so you can’t tell me that you don’t like it”.

“Okay but I’m only doing it for you. You owe me one girl...”

This is when you had met Seunghyun and Jiyong and got to have a real conversation with them. During the date, your friend was drooling in front of Jiyong, drinking each one of his words, a slanted smile across her face. It was cutely pathetic to witness.  

Because you weren’t in a place in your life to have a boyfriend, you made it clear with Seunghyun that it would not be possible. Oh! perfect he was! He had a beautiful face, a sharp sense of humor, a deep voice and a tender smile. He was just magnificent.  It could have worked, under different circumstances. It really could have.

When it was time to split and as much as they didn’t seem to fit together, Jiyong and your friend decided that they wanted to pursue the night together. Seunghyun had dropped you to your place, you exchanged phone numbers before you left his car. You didn’t fall for him the way he wanted but at least, he was a good person and you were willing to get to know him better, as a friend.

Even though the evening turned out to be a flop on the romantic level, something wonderful came of it. Your friendship with Jiyong and somehow with Seunghyun too. Just for that, the double date was more than worth it.

Present day

“Earth to the moon! 1.2, 1.2! There’s distortion on the line” Jiyong mocked.

“Sorry, I was thinking… Do you remember the first time we met?”

"Oooh! You mean the night I had the worst sex ever with that annoying bartender?”

“Damn boy, don’t be so mean. That poor girl did her best! She was probably so stressed to be in front of you. You were already a sex symbol back then!”

“True, I was undeniably sexy already” he said, shaking his butts but realizing what he just did, his cheeks turned pink.

Both of you laughed. You have lost your friendship with her the day Jiyong broke up with her, 2 weeks after the double date. Because you continued to talk to him, she cut you off of her life, telling you that you were not “on her side”. The last time you heard about her, she had divorced from her husband and was dating an old but rich CEO. She didn’t change at all, bitch was a sucker for money and status.

“Still Ji, you got to know me that night! You won in the long run, man!” you said, proudly flipping your hair.

“Aww! You’re so cute” he cooed, “True! What would I do without that adorable friend of mine that crashes my sofa each time they announce a storm” he said piling up the plates that had dried on the kitchen counter.

“Hey, it scares me okay?”

“Oh! I know you are scared but what the fuck am I suppose to do to protect you? I can’t stop the lightning from falling over your head!”

“YAH! You’re supposed to help me calm down! Not to scare the shit out of me!”

“Girl, you are so much cuter when you don’t have that badmouth!”

“I don’t want to be cute Ji! I just don’t want to die tonight! Did you see the sky? It’s gonna be hell of a storm, I’m telling you” you pointed to the window to mark your point.

“I hope we’ll survive!” he teased. He came closer to you and kissed your temple while one of his hands rested on your shoulder in a protective way. “At least you bought sushi! If we die tonight, it will be with a filled tummy. I have a new wine that will be perfect with it, too”.

“Ji, I don’t like it at all. I’m really scared. Don’t mock me”.

“I know, love! I’m just teasing you”.

Fun fact, you were not that scared of the storm anymore. Well, you were still scared but not petrified like you used to be. But because you had that habit of crashing his sofa and getting those nights in each time there was an appearance of a storm, you neglected to specify it to your friend.

“Anyway, I hope I didn’t ruin your plans. You can go, if you have a date you didn’t tell me about or something”.

“Nah, I have nothing to do that cannot be done from here, maybe just a little work.  Plus, I have to protect you from the lightning with my super powers! What would you do without me?” he giggled.

You smiled at him tenderly. Jiyong was such a wonderful person. You were more than happy that you had the chance to call him your friend. He always had your back and you always had his. It was like that, you two against the world.  For some reasons, each time something happens to one of you, the other would automatically feel it and call right away. It was like a premonition, a soulmate thing. It made you both smile and care for the other even more. 

Of course, when one of you was in a relationship things got complicated. Your partners didn’t always understand that need you both have to call each other on a daily basis. “If she/he is so important to you, why don’t you marry her/him”? You both heard that often.

“Awww! You’re my personal superhero! I like that! By the way, before you arrived, I filled your fridge with side dishes and lunch boxes. I cooked for myself, so I brought you some”.

“You’re a bad liar, missy. You cooked for us, not for yourself only. You even bought us matching lunch boxes last month”

“True… I cooked for the both of us! And true, I bought it knowing it was matching, I couldn’t resist! Don’t make a big deal out of it, it was just too cute. Instead of a bff bracelet, we have bff matching lunch boxes” you exclaimed.

“Aaaaaw! Finally, you admit it was made to match! Thanks hun, I love the boxes and I love even more the food that you put in it”.

“My pleasure Mr Kwon! Let’s shower before it rains”

“ Why do you keep saying that?”

“It’s common sense and commun knowledge that you can’t shower or bathe when it rains in case there will be a storm, okay? I’ll go first”.

You ran to the bathroom before he had the time to argue. You knew what he was about to say anyway. He told you many times but you were still really scared of it. When you were a teenager, lightning crashed a utility pole near your house, causing an electrical fire. The strong winds had pushed the flames and your house was set on fire despite the heavy rain. It all happened while you were in the shower. That night, you were babysitting your little brother and you had to evacuate the house in a towel with him in your arms. The bad association of shower and strom had stuck in your head even though there was nothing dangerous for real. You were doing your best and you were fighting against your fear with all the courage that you had, but you still had to work more. 

You turned the water off, got out of the luxurious shower and sighted with ease when your feet landed on the fluffy bath mat. Caressing the soft fabric with your toe, you wonder if you were walking on something that was worth more than the price of your car!

“Jiiiiii! Jiyong!" when he didn’t answer the tenth time you called out his name, you went out of the bathroom. You were wrapped in his bathrobe with your hair raised in a white towel  “Where the hell are you?” you called out.

“YAH! Don’t swear love. It’s not cute” He was adding the dressing on top of a roasted veggies salad he just fixed for you. He didn’t like it but he knew it was your favorite. Therefore, he always kept the ingredients in his fridge to be able to serve you one. That and your favorite chocolate, your favorite champagne and wine, your favorite ice cream and so much more little things that you cherish. 

“I don’t need to be cute because you already are whipped for me. Plus, I’m not your girl, so cute or not, you’re not supposed to care!”

“What are you saying? You’re the cutest girl of them all, why can’t you see it? You’re my sweet but bad mouthed girl”. 

At that moment, he lifted his head and noticed how you were dressed. More likely, not dressed, in front of him. You were so cute with your concerned face, frowning with an obvious concern written on your face. He turned his head to look the other way around, covering his eyes with one hand and blushing shyly.

“I’m sorry I took your bathrobe but you were not answering me”.

“I didn’t hear you, what is it that you had to come here naked?”

“I’m not naked, relax for god’s sake! Plus a body is a body, we’re all constructed on the same pattern. So please, just calm down”.

“I can’t relax. You’re naked in front of me”

“Not naked, Sweet baby Jesus. You wanna see what naked really is?” You teased, toying with the knot of the dressing gown. Of course you would never open it and flash your naked body to him like that but he was annoying with his conservative ass and you felt a little bit provocative.

“Yah! Keep it for your man, you naughty!”

“Jesus Christ… I won’t undress, take it easy. Anyway, I’m done with the shower. I just wanted to tell you that it’s your turn. Go, before the storm starts, it’s so dark it will soon. I’ll get dressed in your room, okay?”.

Uncomfortable, he didn’t argue and ran into the shower.

He didn’t like to see you undressed, for some reasons. He was always telling you “love, can you buy longer skirts next time?”, “A bikini, are you kidding me? Why not a normal one piece swimsuit?”, “Please Y/n, don’t walk around the house in just a towel”. Jiyong had a vision of nudity that was beyond your comprehension. You never saw each other naked, that goes without saying. And of course, you never complied to his demands, telling him that you were not more or less dressed than other women of your age, which was true. You were not wearing revealing clothes anyway, he was just too old fashion.  Maybe you were pushing it with the towel thing but hey! He was even worse than you, walking in his briefs way more often than you were ‘indecent’ yourself.

When he came out of the shower, you had comfortably draped your neck with a long scarf. You were wearing a Bigbang crop top with the inscription 'V.I.P for life" and short shorts that you wore to sleep only. A long cream cardigan buttoned up to your chin covered it all. You knew you wouldn’t need more clothes to stay warm, you had a big blanket resting on the armrest of his couch. 

You finished assembling the plates with the sushi, served yourself an extra big portion of his salad and put it all on the coffee table in the living room. The wine and the bottle opener were waiting on the table with some nachos, salsa and candies for later. It was usually sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the sofa as you started the evening. Normally you weren't able to finish a movie because one or the other often fell asleep before the end. More likely, it was him that fell asleep. Then, you would always gently slide his head on a small cushion over your thighs and stroke his hair. At the end of the film, you never had the courage to wake him up, you knew that his sleep was precious and that he often suffered from insomnia. You let him in the same position and fell asleep with your head uncomfortably leaned against the couch. In the morning, he had moved and would be in a different position, on the floor. You didn’t know that he never realised the scalp and head massages. Tonight, he will notice though.

Jiyong had the bad idea to put a horror movie at night like this one, when you were already nervous. He didn’t think twice, as soon as the movie you wanted to watch for so long was out, he bought it for you. He was not a bit interested in it but he knew you would be happy.

 “Tadam,” he cutely said when the title appeared on the screen. 

“Oh, thanks Ji, you remembered”.

“Duh! Of course, you kept rambling about it for days” he teased.

“I’m happy, at least I’ll be scared for something else than the storm. It’s perfect”.

The movie had started and really soon, Jiyong knew that he wouldn’t make it through the end.

It was the thunder that awakened him. There was rain, lightning and strong winds outside. Despite the storm roaring, he felt enveloped in a big comforting bubble, cocooned under a blanket like a burrito. Above all, the familiar and comforting smell, your smell, that shielded him with security and pure happiness. He felt as if he was in a dream. He was too comfortable to open his eyes but he knew his head was on your thighs and it was your hands on his neck.

Your hands… on his neck!  

You had slipped your fingers under his nape, cupping it, your thumbs resting gently on his throat. He felt vulnerable but yet, secure at the same time. He felt raw, in the most beautiful and pure way.  He recognised your scent, your warmth, your breathing. What was he doing, lying on you like that? He wasn’t sure but he never felt like home more than right now. A little confused, he opened his eyes and analysed his surroundings.

You were concentrated on what was happening to the screen, softly murmuring advice to the characters in order to, as far as he could tell, not being murdered with a chainsaw.  

“Stupid, stupid, stupid… Girl, at this point it will be natural selection… See, I told you! You deserved it, not gonna lie”

Jiyong smiled at your cuteness. This is when he felt your hands start to move on his neck.Your fingers were making a gentle downward pressure close to the base of the skull, you were stretching his neck muscles and it was orgasmic. He said nothing, did nothing and even stopped thinking. He refrained himself from groaning with pure happiness.

“See what you did there? How could you take such a dumb decision” still talking to the television. He wouldn’t be surprised if you start to throw food at the screen!

In this position, he could see you from a new angle. A “from above’ angle that gave him dirty thoughts. In a split second, that tender moment turned into a hunger. An intense impulse that he felt quite often recently. An unbearable desire combined with an impulse of the heart. It was a strange feeling, he had never felt like that before. 

If he turned his face 90 degrees and went just a few centimeters down, he would be right at the good place to please you with his tongue and lips and fingers… Just the thought of it made blood boil.

“Woah Kwon Jiyong! Stop it!” he thought for himself. “Are you so horny that you will try to hit on your sweet best friend and ruin 5 years of a solid friendship? Damn it boy!” But also, dirty things happened between you, once. Maybe it was possible again… But was it what he wanted, a one shot deal? He was quite not sure about it. 

Before he could stop his hormones from increasing, he felt his blood run directly to his crotch. He was so hard, it was almost as if all the blood contained in his body had decided to meet there. Your fingers continued to massage his neck, stretching the muscles, putting some pressure on different spots. You were completely unaware of his state, naive little creature that you were.

It could have been a perfect blissful moment but his fucking dick had interrupt. He knew it was unfair to stay like that, to let you massage him with the effect it had on the south direction his blood was taken. So, he took one of your hands and kissed your fingers before he sat up.

“Oooh, sleepy head. You’re awake?” you smiled at him with that beautiful smile of yours. You were not wearing any makeup, your hair was messy and your clothes didn’t match but you were just perfect like that. You had the most beautiful face he never saw in his life. How come he didn’t realise it sooner?.

“Hum mmm. You love the movie?” he placed a cushion on his middle to hide his erection.

“It’s good, yes! Are you okay? You’re pale!”

“Not surprising, the blood has left my head!”

“What? You have a headache?”

“Forget it. I’ll fresh up a bit. Be right back” 

He used to good advantage the fact that your attention was again turned towards the screen.  He got up in a hurry, hiding what he had to hide. He went to the bathroom and cleaned his face to cool down. Looking inside his briefs, he sighted! 

“Fuck you Kwon Jiyong! Fuck! Fuck! What’s your problem? She’s your friend, dammit! She is just a sweet and cute girl. What’s happening to me recently? Why have I started to dream of her? Why did I start longing for her? What are those bubbly sensations that I feel when she’s coming home to me?”.

Recently, he had noticed that not only his body reactions were different but that his emotions had changed as well. That he was more and more happy to see you. That he had way more thoughts about you than he used to. To a point that he even refused a date with an interesting woman just to be able to call you on time, just because he had said “I’ll call you before 9”. He said it, he had to comply, right? What did you talk about? Sweet nothings but it was still a wonderful moment. He allowed himself a few moments for the blood gathered in his penis to turn back. He had a crazy hard time getting there. 

Having the sensation that he was not feeling good, that something was not okay, you paused the movie and walked towards the bathroom. 

“Do you need something Jiyong? You are really pale, I’m not joking. It seems like you have seen a ghost” you said as soon as he opened the door.

He was mad, but not at you. He was mad at himself for the reaction his body had. Confused too. He also knew that he couldn’t tell you what just happened because you would tease him for days. Or worse, you would exclaim a loud and clear disgusted “EEEW” to tease him. That he couldn’t support.

“Listen, I’m going to sleep early tonight. You can continue the movie, don’t wait for me”.

Without an explanation he left for his bedroom and closed the door. It was rude but it was a necessity.

You came back to the living room and sat on the couch. Your thighs were still mild with Jiyong’s warmth. 

You couldn’t concentrate on the movie. What’s got into him? You stood up and walked towards his room, concerned. You just hope that he didn’t discover your ‘secret’.

3 years ago, on Christmas eve

After you finished hanging the garlands, you stepped back and enjoyed your hard work, satisfied.  Yesterday, Jiyong announced that the band would not be able to fly to Korea for Christmas. Something happened with their schedule and unexpectedly they had to stay in Hong Kong a little longer before they would resume their world tour. 

You didn’t want Jiyong and the boys to stay in their room and alone for Christmas. You had called Daesung’s girl of moment and Seunghyn’s sister and shared your plan with them. Youngbae’s girl had already joined him a couple of days ago. You would make a little reception for your boys. After all, no one should be alone on Christmas Eve. With the girls, you prepared it all.

“Can you taste the punch? I’m scared that I didn’t put enough rhum” 

“I did taste it and it was perfect” you answered. “Seunghyun will add wine in his glass anyway, wait for it” 

She laughed, it was exactly like his brother to do that. 

“Oh, they’re coming. I’m so nervous” you told her.

In the plane for HongKong, you had decided to open up to Ji about your new feelings for him. Lately you had come to the conclusion that you were in love with him. What you thought was just a mere flirt at the beginning, soon turned out to be much more. It was love, with capital A. You had taken your time to analyse your feelings but it was kind of obvious.  You were just not accepting the fact before, even though you were facing all the proof. 

What is the first thing that comes to your mind in the morning? Jiyong.

Who do you want to hug when you feel the need to snuggle against someone? Ji.

Who’s hand do you want to hold, when you walk on the street or discover a new city? Yep! Jiyong again.

Who do you want to make love to, when you feel that need between your legs?

Who makes your heart skip a beat because of his cuteness?

Who makes you a horny mess when he smiles?

Who do you think will be the father of your children, when you imagine yourself nursing a baby?

 Ji, Ji and Ji. Always him. He was your soulmate and the guardian of your heart. You couldn’t imagine a moment without him in your life. You wanted more. You wanted to take all of him. You had no choice but to tell him, you were not able to keep it for yourself anyway. He had even questioned you about the recent changes in your attitude. Soon, you won’t be able to hide it anymore, you rather should tell him while you were still having control over yourself. You were really scared of his possible rejection though. It was petrifying. But the possibility that maybe he shared the love was stronger and it made you so happy to imagine what you could become together. How your friendship would transform into love. Into love making. Into a deeper relationship.

It was decided. You will confess tonight, in the hotel room after the party.  You’ll deal with the consequences later.

You were waiting for the boys in the suite that you had reserved. It was a simple room that the hotel rented for meetings or private events like tonight. Because it was Christmas, it was available and you didn’t have any trouble making a last minute reservation.

The door of the suite opened on Jiyong’s manager. He was aware of the little reception, you needed someone to drag the boys in. They entered the room one by one. You didn’t notice the happiness on their face when they discovered the 3 ladies waiting for them with food, alcohol and gifts, you were looking for Jiyong only. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. Seunghun came and closed the door for more privacy, already having a glass of punch in hands.

“Wait, Ji has not arrived yet”.

His features went grave but his voice remained soft and calm. He seemed sad. He seemed to be pitying you too, his concerned eyes looking at you the same way you imagine he will be looking at his child when he’ll say “Santa Claus doesn’t exist for real”.

“He won’t be coming. He had other plans for tonight, something that popped up. I’m really sorry”

“Is he okay? Where is he?”

“This morning, he met a woman in the restaurant of the hotel. A cute damsel in distress. Well, one thing after another, it turned out that he invited her to the concert. And well… they left together, if you know what I mean”.

Your heart started to beat really fast. You didn’t like the turn of the conversation. Seunghyun’s sister covered her mouth with a hand, shocked, as she realized what her brother was telling you. It seemed that they knew about your feelings for Ji. Were you that obvious?

“Oooh… Maybe she can come here too” you said but it was absolutely not what you wanted.

“I guess they’re having sweet fucking sex” Dae laughed as he looked as his girlfriend, implying that it’s what he will have too, later!

“Woah… okay… okay”

You sat on the couch next to you and held your head. There is no way in hell that you will let your pain show in front of Jiyong’s friends.  But there was also no way you could stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Without a word, you left the suite for the room that you rented, in case Ji would reject you. 

You were still crying, the next day when he had knocked on your door and entered your room, all excited and agitated like a puppy. More likely, like a man who hit the jackpot recently. He seemed so happy about the night he had spent, butterflies dancing in his stomach as he was telling you how cute she was. How he had spent the night of his life. How he couldn’t wait to see her again. He was so excited and centered towards his own happiness that he didn’t notice your red and bloody eyes.  

“Ji, don’t stay with me then. Go meet her right now! I guess she feels the same way and you’ll take it where you left it!”

“But you travelled all the way here and prepared such a sweet party for me and the boys! I saw the pictures, it seemed so much fun”. 

“Yah! I’d rather stay with your friends and mine, by the way, than staying a minute longer with you while you imagine yourself having sex with another woman”

“Another? It’s not like I had that many women either”

It was not the sense of your word ‘another’ but you didn’t precise it. The word had slipped your lips anyway.

“True, I’m sorry. Go, Ji! Live up for your dreams! Wout! Wout!”  you encourage him, fist up in the air with the biggest smile that you could to hide your sadness. Your eyes were your pain untold and you wish you would tell him everything.

“Sure, hun?”

“Yes, sure thing. We’re taking the plane tomorrow. If I don’t see you by then, here’s my new year kiss” you said, planting a smack on his cheek. You needed to kiss him and hold him, just for a second. To steal him from her and keep him for yourself only, a short instant.  

“Merry Christmas Ji. I love you so much” you whispered. Of course, he didn’t catch the extra meaning you had implied “And may the new year bring you only happy moments, you deserve it”.

“Aaaw, Merry Christmas my sweet girl. May the year bring you a man that will make you happy, for once. You were unlucky lately”.

You laughed ironically.

“Nah, I’ll be okay on my own for a while. Go now”. How could he have unnoticed that you were in pure agony? That your heart had been pierced with a thousand arrows? He was always so attentive normally. That was a good thing though, you prefer him to be happy with her than unhappy with you.

“Thanks, you’re the best friend ever, so understanding. I’ll tell you everything in detail later”.

“... Have fun”

He left in a hurry without a single look back and it broke what remained strong inside of you. You crumbled on the ground, unable to support your own body weight any longer. You never thought you could be rejected by him without having a single chance to say a word. You never thought you would be broken like that. You will need a lot of courage to be able to face him again. But also, it would be worse if he disappeared from your life. There was no perfect situation here, either way you were losing a part of yourself.

“That man is so fucking stupid” you heard Seunghyun tell his sister by the door Jiyong had left open a moment ago. . “How could he do that? Is he blind?"

You closed the door, you didn’t want to hear more.  You cried all day and night, curled up in the bed. You didn’t see Jiyong afterwards, while you were in Hong Kong. He didn’t come back from his cloud, therefore he didn’t come back to you. 

He had stayed in a relationship with her for a whole year. The exact time it took you to get over him. Or did you really?

Present day

You tiptoed your way to his bed and benched in front of him. His eyes were closed, he seemed to be asleep already. In his sleeping state, he was frowning, this was unusual.

He was not but he didn’t say a word, still mad and shocked. He didn’t know how to deal with it, his sudden desire for you. He couldn’t just say “let’s fuck” and then pretend like nothing happened afterward, your friendship was on the line. The only time that something happened between you, something sexual, there was a context. And you didn’t ‘really’ do something together anyway. How can’t he forget about it? How can’t he put it aside and move on? Why was he trying to relive this with his partners afterward? But of course, it was impossible, they were just not you. He realised it now! If it was not that good with them, it’s because they were simply not the good person. They were not you.

“Ji, are you okay?” he heard you ask with worry.

No answer. 

You placed a hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever. Satisfied by his body temperature, you retracted your hand with much concern. You knew him way too much to buy his sleeping state.

“Ji, I’m scared, you didn’t seem well tonight, you were really pale. I will sleep by your side to check on you, do you mind? Like we did before, when we checked on my niece. Okay? I can’t guarantee that I’ll be as good as you were though.”

No answer. 

He clearly didn’t want to talk to you. Or was he sick and had passed away? 

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I’ll squat the couch or the bed in the guest room. But the couch is more comfy. Would you prefer if I leave your house? The temperature is still bad outside but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me”

“Y/n, can you jump on the bed and shut the hell up so I can go back to sleep”? his tone was harsh.

Shocked, not sure how to take it, you did as he said and waited there, looking at the ceiling. You were cold but didn’t want to move or even less, to slide yourself under the comforter where he seemed so comfortable and warm. He was facing the other side and you could almost hear him thinking. The cat came in the bed and sat on his master’s pillow. Jiyong sighted, chased A-Ye and turned on his back. He didn’t say a word, didn’t look at you, didn’t move a single muscle afterwards.

It’s his sweet giggle that woke you up in the middle of the night. You had fallen asleep but obviously, he didn’t. From the lamp sitting on the bedside table emanated a warm and felted light. Jiyong was eating ramyeons while watching something on his cell. Confused, you sat up and rubbed your eyes.

“You seem better, it’s a relief”.

 “I just realised something. Remember the other day when I joked about your google research?”

“YAH! How many times do I have to tell you, I did NOT search for blowjobs instructions”.

“I know now!” he laughed.

What happened was that, about 2 months ago, you made a google research on your laptop while you were waiting for him at his studio. You had written “How to give a good head massage” but the research bubble showed everything but the important last word. The word that changed the meaning of the whole sentence.

He didn’t want to believe you even when you showed him the page with explicit pictures of the head massage popping from the screen. He thought that you had just opened it fast, to save the appearances. He had teased you for days with that, mocking you gently. 

“I told you that I wanted to use a new technique when I massage your head. You didn’t believe me”.

“Because I didn’t know you were massaging my head. Now, I get it”.

“Why didn’t you believe me?”.

“Why didn’t you massage my head when I’m awake?”

“I don’t know”

“I don’t know either”

Your eyes met and you both laughed out loud. You were happy to have your friend back, at least momentary. You still didn’t know what happened earlier.

“Will you stop mocking me with the blowjob thing, now?”.

“Yes, I already stopped when I noticed that you were mad for real… Sorry hun, I mocked you. I should have known better”.

“Excuses accepted. Now, let’s forget about it… please”.

He didn’t talk for a minute, you were both lost in your thoughts. You grabbed the chopsticks he was holding and swallowed a large portion of ramyeon, hungry.

“Ji”

“Hum?”

“Why were you mad at me tonight?”

“I was not mad at you at all, I was mad at myself”.

“Why though?”

“I’d rather not talk about it”.

“Okay then, but I’m here if you want to”.

“I know... Now go back to sleep and stop eating my ramyeons”.

“Nah, feed me more. I’m starving. AAAAAH” You opened your mouth for him to feed you one bite. He did and gave you his bowl and chopsticks without further discussion. He had decided to let you eat it all anyway. 

“Here, take it” 

“Mmmm, it’s delicious. Thanks Ji” 

He looked at you closing your eyes to savor the noodles, not a single bit conscious that it would break him. He was so naive. When he heard the little moan that escaped your lips after you took a bite, he remembered everything you had said when you were talking about the ‘not blowjob’ research.

“You know, I talk with my partners, it’s their ‘instructions’ that I follow, not general tips made for a general audience on the internet. I adjust with their reactions too. Nobody loves it the exact same way”.

“Ji, for god’s sake! I told you that yes, I searched for that a long time ago, when I was young. From that, I improved my technique and I didn’t feel the need to search again. I wouldn’t be shy to tell you if I would REALLY have searched for it”.

and later that night...

“Please don’t believe that I’m a pro either, I’m not that good! It’s just that I really didn’t search. You know what, now that I think about it, I should search for it. We never know, maybe I could still improve” with a blink. 

Eating your ramyeons with appetite, you were unaware of the thoughts spinning in his head. You didn’t know that your relation was about to take a complete new turn. That the image he had in his mind right was nothing but pure. You were also really naive.

2 years ago or the ocean event

Jiyong had decided to bring you to Hawaii like this, on the spur of the moment and for no actual good reason. Dae and his current conquest joined your improvised journey and the four of you had flight to the paradisiac island for a whole week of pure bliss. 

You closed the door of your room and went down to meet Ji. He texted you that he was already down there, ready for the beach like you had planned before you split last night after you took a walk in the streets with the natives. 

“Hun, were you able to sleep last night?'' he asked, rubbing his beautiful sleepy eyes when you met in the lobby. You walked outside and sat on a bench near the entrance to apply the sunscreen he handed you. Of course, he knew that you would have forgotten yours.

“Nope, there were people banging in the wall and screaming like if they were in distress or something. Did you hear that? Why did she have to yell like that? I would have shove my dick in her mouth if I was her partner, at least she would have shut the fuck up. It was so fake!”

“Woah! You’re violent! Good thing that you don’t have a dick.  Don’t judge, you were not there. It’s just her way of expressing her pleasure, chill hun! No one is hurt”.

“Her pleasure? For 4 hours straight like that, no change in the pace! Come on Ji, you know better! She yelled all night long, how could that even be possible? No rupture in the tempo… No break, no slowing down, no changes in the play, nothing. It was fake, I’m telling you.  Maybe they were filming porn…”

He laughed, you continued.

“In a way or another, she was annoying. But the bitch got fucked and not me. I guess that’s the reason why I’m so pissed” you added. Seeing his eyes widened, you smiled.

“What? I have needs too”

“I don’t want to know” he giggled, placing his hands over his ears. At this moment, Daesung arrived and sat between you and Ji. Looking at one after the other, seemingly in shock.

“Did you hear it?”

“We did” you answered, ready to complain with him.

“It was sooo hot, right? Woah! It gave me and Shirl a lot of audio stimulations. It was nice, we kind of followed their rhythm.” he seemed shocked but pleased at the same time. Without another word, he stood up and left abruptly. You watched him leave in silence.

“Ji, I hate all the couples in the world. All of them”.

“Someone is not in a good mood today. When is the last time you got laid, I can’t pinpoint it”

“Because I never tell you when I do, we don’t talk about stuff like that… but it was a long time. Maybe last year or something”

You were in a relationship with a beautiful man when you had realised that you were in love with Jiyong last year. You were still trying to forget Jiyong, compelling yourself to stop loving him. It was impossible.

“Damn… it’s been a long time. So, your last boyfriend then”.

“Yep… I won’t ask you since you were in a relationship till recently”

“True, she was the last one. 2 months is long... Wait, where are you going???”

“I’m going to calm my hormones in the ocean. I’m suddenly horny and need a distraction. Hopefully the water will be cold enough”

“I’ll go with you, I need it too”

You entered the water running and laughing like kids. You felt light, like there was nothing going wrong in your life or in the entire world. You felt detached from reality but in a good way. The flowing of the tide was languorous, the ocean was forging its own sea-song.  The freshness of the water was invigorating. For at least an hour, you and Jiyong had bickered and played around, alone in your own little universe. You threw water at each other’s face, tried to immerse the other into the water, tried to surf on a cheap plastic plank that was abandoned on the shore, falling on each attempt and laughing like you didn’t have the chance to, lately. The only time you were out of the water was to take a sip of your drink that Daesung was keeping safe for you while sunbathing with Shirlee. It wasn’t quite a good idea to drink that much alcohol when horny … not a good idea at all. 

“Y/n… It didn’t work!” Jiyong said sheepishly.

“I mean it’s water,  it’s slippery… How could it worked” you answered, knowing exactly what he meant. 

“Water turns you on?”

“Damn… not the water itself. But a wet body against another wet body… I mean… Oh, shit! I didn’t mean that you turned me on, it’s not like that. It just reminded me of, you know… things I did in the past” 

It was a big fat lie. You never had sex in the water. But you won’t tell him that his hot and wet skin against yours made you even more needy than you were before. That the water dripping from his bang was sexy. That his muscular arms, shoulders and those damn abs were giving you bad thoughts. You couldn’t tell him anything like that.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

“I won’t do anything, what do you mean?”

“Well… maybe if we turn our back on each other, we can, you know… relieve ourselves. Together, doing our own little things but not... ”

“I got it Ji, no need to say more…”

Was it alcohol? The burning sun? His cute and so sexy smirk? For a moment, you played with the idea. Jiyong had reserved the most private resort he could find in the country and the beach was almost empty. You could see some people away but no one close enough to see anything that you were doing on the beach even less in the water. Some staff members were walking around, doing their own little things. No one cared about what you were doing. Beside, the water was deep blue and it was impossible to see through it.  You could easily jerk yourself off under the depth water and no one would notice.

“But if we turn around, Daesung will get suspicious, he will think we fight and start asking questions. He’s watching over us, you know”.

“Yes… But I can’t get out of the water hun, my cock refused to calm down”.

“You have a big problem, man. I’m so sorry for you” you mocked.

“You’re not helping at all” he was almost annoyed. You understood how he felt, after all, you were horny too. You were both adults, there must be a solution. After all, he proposed something interesting.

“Ji, you know, your hands are in the water right now and I see nothing. Go a little deeper, we won’t notice your arms and shoulders. Turn the other way around, that way you won’t see me while you… you know. I won’t see anything for sure. Don’t worry. Do what you have to do, I won’t look”

“Are you serious? What about you?”

“I’ll be just fine, no worry. I can wait for when I’m in my room”.

“Sure? Ok, you’re amazing!” he smiled widely.

You didn’t know it but as soon as he turned around, he was not so into it anymore. Maybe it was the thought of doing it with someone that was so exciting. A cute and stunning lady… so sexy in her bikini.

You had turned around to let him do his thing but horny you were too. Not to mention, Jiyong, the man you loved in silence for a complete year was about to stroke himself right now, you won’t miss it so you swan towards him. He was in a deep zone, but still able to touch the ground unlike you. You arrived from behind and hugged him tightly, your arms snaked around his neck, your knees keeping balance on each side of his hips, carefully not circling him.

“Is it good?” you murmured.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining the party” You didn’t know, but there was no party so far. His penis had even softened back to its almost normal size.

“Ooooh….”

Where Jiyong was standing you couldn’t reach the bottom, the water level reached your mouth, you tried and you choke on the salted water. You had to keep a hand on him.

“Hun, stay where you are, let’s do it together, but not together. Is it okay with you?”

“Oh Jiiii… I’ve already started” you purred.

“But you’re holding me…”

“Yes, I’m holding you. I won’t drown for an orgasm”.

“Fair enough… I shall get going too, then”

He was clearly not as cocky as he was 2 minutes ago. You figured that you surprised him with your initiative.

“If you prefer, I’ll leave you alone, no worry”.

“You know, I have a voyeur side inside of me, I love this idea too much to let you go”

“Good, cause I’m a tiny bit of an exhibisionnist… well, a big bit finally” you cutely added, knowing it was not an actual word.

He smiled and looked at you above his shoulder, shocked but excited to discover that spicy side of yours.

“Perfect match then” he stated.

“Turn your face around, put your hand on your dick and stroke yourself… let me do my thing…” you palmed his neck and guided his face the other way around so he would be looking at the ocean instead at you, holding onto his back like a baby koala.

“Lord, help me cause I’m a sinner”

He attentively tried to catch a hint on what was happening on his back. You were holding onto his shoulder with one hand and he didn’t see anything, didn’t feel anything. You were cautious not to make any wave. He wanted more visuals, not that he needed it. Just to add some zest to the experience.

“Are you doing it?” The tone of his voice, his signature soft voice, was the most comforting and exciting thing at the same time. He had the cutest and the sexiest tone ever.

“Ji, shut the fuck up”, you said a little short of breathe. So, you had started, he thought.

“Come on, give me something, love. Are you really masturbating?”

You stopped and this is when he noticed the difference of motion in his back, the difference of pressure your knees applied on his hips in order to stay still despite the waves. Suddenly, it was quieter, this is how he knew that indeed, you were doing it subtly.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

He turned around abruptly. Now facing you, the lust in his dark chocolate eyes was sparkling. A sight that you imagined so often, lightning up his beautiful features for your eyes only to see. Not to mention the sunlight gently caressing his skin. His eyes half closed because of the sun. His damped messy hair carelessly falling on his forehead and temples. This vision itself was enough for your heart to melt and your core to liquefy.

“Y/n, I don’t want you to leave. It’s just that I didn’t know if you were doing it for real, I want, I don’t know… I would like...”

“Don’t hold back, tell me exactly what you want, cause I’m horny here and I need to do something about it” you told him as you touched your thigh, a soft caress along your skin, looking straight into his eyes. You didn’t begin but you knew that the moment to come will be pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free.

He looked at the movement of your shoulder, he couldn’t see below that level. He wished he had chosen a turquoise and clear sea to be able to see everything that was happening under.

“I’m not sure of what I can ask in this kind of situation”

“Just if you still really want to, think of us as partners in crime.  We’re 2 needy adults that consent to masturbate side by side. We won’t touch each other, just be together while we’re both having fun with ourselves like you just suggested. Let’s say that everything that happens in the ocean, stays here in the ocean. We won’t remember it once we reach the shore and we’ll never talk about it anymore. Deal?”

“You’re wonderful. Deal”

“Now… close your eyes and touch yourself”.

Strangely, you were not uncomfortable with the situation. You knew that no matter what happened, you would be safe and respected. He would never mock you or judge you. You were free to be and act in complete harmony with your desires, without holding anything back. It was the perfect foundation for a meaningful dirty play. In that moment, your chemistry became an ever-bright flame.

He moved his hand down but refused to look anywhere but straight to your eyes. He never saw that luxurious expression on your face, never heard that carnal voice, almost too low to be heard. He needed to hear you moan. Were you the type to hold back because too shy to be heard? He doubts that, now. He wonders if you were more of a high-pitched sounds or a guttural moaner. Suddenly, it was the most important question to be answered.

“What are you doing?” This is when the now ‘face to face’ thing became more interactive. His piercing gaze was on you, it’s you that he was looking at, no one else. 

You smirked. He wanted to play that game, well you were hell of a player!

“You wanna know how I touch myself?” your voice was a low murmur, it sent shivers down his spine.

“Yes, tell me…” he gulped, unable to guess what was ‘really’ happening under the blue sea. How do you like to be caressed? What makes you cum?

“Right now, I’m taking it really slow and superficial…”

You paused to breathe. For obvious reasons, the oxygen demand in your cells has increased with all the symptoms that comes with it: fast heartbeat, short breath, your senses on red alert. 

 “I’m too excited, the second I touch my clit or slide a finger in, I will cum. I love that you’re asking me. It’s fucking hot” you miraculously were able to say.

“Your answer is hotter, believe me. You look really beautiful like that… So sexy…  tell me in detail everything that you’re doing”.

“I’m pinching my clit, I need to calm down... now squeezing it between my palms, it’s good” you moan softly. After a moment you shivered and it seemed that you stopped touching yourself, taking your hand out of the water to show him. 

“You were about to cum?” he smirked

“Fuck yes”.

“You love to touch yourself with me? You love that I look at you pleasuring yourself?”

You nodded, nothing else needed to be said. He grabbed your free hand, your right one, and nibbled every single fingertips, sucking gently. 

“It doesn’t taste anything but salt, damn it!”

His longing eyes never left yours. Just that, him desiring you, dirty talking to you, was sending you over the moon. He gently guided your hand in front of your core and his came back where it was: on your hip.

 “Jiii… now, I’m scratching it all with my nails, it hurts and it’s fun at the same time… ”

“YOU WHAT? Woah! You love when it’s painful?” he exclaimed, shocked. You were not exactly how he imagined you would be, sexually speaking. To be honest, he thought you were a sweet vanilla girl, one that prefers convenient sex more. That frosted side that he was discovering, pleased him a lot. 

“I love it when it hurts a little bit… I love when it burns… I love when it’s sucked hard. What are you doing?” you breathe slowly between each affirmation.

“Looking at you only, at the moment… I think I will cum in my pants just like that! Hands free orgasm! I bet your clit is swollen right now...”

“Let me see… oooh yes... It’s really sensitive. I’m tracing small lines up and down, it feels good. I won’t last long… I let my nail trails his way up… omph”

Your clit was indeed overflowing with blood. Knowing that Jiyong was watching made you more sensitive than you ever was before. Now that it has started, there was no way out of the game. You couldn't move away from his gaze even if you tried, like he’s eyes have short circuited your mind in the best possible way.

“So beautiful... Do you imagine your fingers to be someone else?”

“Nah! I’m right here with you, it’s already really arousing”

Of course, you won’t tell him that it’s his fingers that you imagine as you rubbed smooth circles across your clit. 

“Ji… It’s good… Now, I slide 3 fingers in… it’s so good… Jiii… I’m gonna cum… Oh lord… I knew I wouldn’t last” 

“I can see it… I feel your hips love… I bet you’re thrusting to meet your fingers, right? … you’re so hot”

You closed your eyes as you locked your hips against your hand, hitting your spot right away. With Jiyong’s obvious enjoyment, the ultimate pleasure hit you. You quivered erratically and in the process you pressed yourself against him.  His wet and slippery chest against yours was enough material for your next 5000 lonely nights. When your mouth founded his shoulder, you sank your teeth onto the trapeze muscle and took a big bite of him. You needed it to suppress your moans. He continued to encourage you, despite the pain.

“Don’t stop now, I’m sure you can surf on it a little longer… that’s it love… Softs movements this time, give yourself some tenderness, my wild flower… softer with your teeth too, please” he asked, cutely and you released some pressure on your teeth but kept your mouth there. “That’s it, moan for me… you make the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard”.

He was right, the orgasm lasted for a little while. Jiyong was holding you firmly against him, his head tilted against yours as he whispered sweet dirty words.You stopped the motion of your hand and stayed like that, holding onto him tightly. Pressing your whole self against his perfectly sculpted body. His soft skin. His melodic speaking voice. You needed time to calm your breath and heartbeat.  It was a one shot deal, you decided that you will take the best out of it for the time it lasts. Therefore, you snaked your arms around his neck, cautious not to touch his middle where his length was probably throbbing. The thought of it made you almost cum again, it certainly didn’t calm the fire that was still burning. Exhausted and feeling really brave, you’ll deal with the consequences later, your nose found the crook of his neck and you nuzzled against his watered and sun warmed skin, drops falling down on both of you from his damped and sexy hair. This intimate and loving contact was risky for your heart but his neck was so prettily offered, you couldn’t resist. It was hard not to nibble onto him. To kiss him. To taste him. To tell him that you love him.

You breathed slowly in his warmth for a moment, your body still trembling softly from the powerful orgasm you just had but mostly because of the proximity with him. The sensation of his strong arm holding your laps against his side while the other rested on the curve of your back, it was overwhelming.

“Your turn, now!” he needed his relief too, you hoped that you will be as hot for him as he was for you.

“Yes love, but can I do something first? You don’t have to say yes. I would like...”

“Don’t ask my permission, it’s our moment and I doubt that you want to do something that will harm me. Just do it”

He smirked, a fucking smirk that would have put you on your knees. A smirk that was never directed to you before. His hungry eyes were half closed but his gaze remained sharp. He was perfect. You felt his hands slide under your arms and played with the bikini top on your back.

“I want to feel you against me, may I?”

“Help yourself” you smiled, letting him play with the fabric of your top. It was so tiny, his fingers were gracing your skin and just that little contact was electrifying.

“What’s going on Ji? Is there a problem?” You teased as you joined your hands on the back of his neck, forearms on his shoulders. 

“Hun, where is the tie?” 

It was your turn to smirk. He frowned, scrutinizing your face. You were preparing something, it was obvious. 

“Remember my bikini? The knot under my boobs is what you’re looking for”.

“Oh my god! Like a bow on a gift! Isn’t easy to pull on a string and strip your boobs naked”

“Han, han!” you purred, with a tone that implied that you didn’t mind the strip tease. You teasingly stroked his calf with your foot. “So, what are you gonna do about it? If you want to feel my chest against yours, you know what you have to do”, you said, defying him.

“Are you challenging me?” he asked as his hands found your neck. His thumb traced a line down your throat and went lower to the swell of your breast. A soft and light caress, almost too soft to be felt. He wanted to tease you too, you were way too cocky and he needed to show you how he too, could be in control.

“Who’s challenging who now? You’d like me to pinch those nipples, right? To rub them between my fingers”

He said as he brought both hands in front of your boobs as if he wanted to grab them. But he never touched you. He stayed close enough for you to feel his warmth, feel a little contact here and there throughout the thin fabric, but never touching you for real.

“I’m sure you have a sensitive breast and that you are screaming from the inside right now. You would like to be touched so badly. Am I right?”

“...” excited at the idea, you could do nothing but grasp.

“Answer me, love”

“Yes, I would love your hands on my breast” you gulped.

“Well, too bad, you set the no touching rule” he winked “But I’ll free them and you’ll soon feel me, don’t worry”. It was ‘his turn’ and yet, you felt the center of the attention. The tables had to turn. 

His fingers slid down your breastbone, caressing your skin. There, he was touching you for real and it put you on fire again. He knew what he was doing, he noticed your shivers. When he found the bow, tied just under the swelling of your breasts, he had fun with the fabric before tearing the cords apart. Very slowly he pushed your bikini top to the side, his eyes on yours.

“So sensitive”

“Remember Ji, it’s no touching and no looking.” 

“You’ll be the end of me, you little brat”

He wasted no more time. With one hand, he grabbed you by the hip and dragged you closer. He turned his feet to the side to move his pelvis away from you and surrendered completely to what was to follow.

“Can I guide you?” You asked timidly.

“Yes, I’ve never tried that… Go ahead, be my hand”.

It was true. He had met willing women before but never playful the way you were. You were a mixture of sexy, dominant, cute and submissive. You loved it rough too, it seemed, even though what you were doing was quite soft. A perfect match for him.

“You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. Okay?”

“Of course”

“Good… Let’s go… are you touching yourself right now?”

He showed you his free hand, the one not holding you.

“Let’s switch hands. I want you to hold your dick with your left…”

“YAH! Why my left? It’s not the good hand” he interrupted

“Oh, I know that” you winked “Go, now. Good!”

He sulked in annoyance but was ready to follow your lead nevertheless so he had switched arms. His right one was holding you against him, on that he won’t compromise.

“Very good Ji, let’s run your thumb on the tip slowly. Is it good?”

“Don’t apply much pressure on your shaft, keep your hand loose around it. We’re taking it slow!”

“I feel so vulnerable and so powerful at the same time, it’s ecstatic… I want more, give me more”

“ Shhhhh, one thing at the time. Don’t go too hard on it ok, gentle touch. Grab the skin between your penis and balls. Squeeze gently. Use your fingertips, it’s good, I see you love it. Palm it gently while your fingers tickle your balls… good… your face is telling me that we are doing a good job” he had closed his eyes shut. His breathing increased already.

“I need more”

“You’ll have more, shut it. Don’t hold your moans back though, ok? I want to hear your pleasure. Not too loud… that’s it, in my ear”.

“Baby can I stroke myself?”

“No, you can’t! Let go of me, I’ll stay in place no worry, look I’m rubbing myself against you… Good… Put your penis between your palms and roll your hands in opposite directions. If you like when it hurts, put more pressure, roll… roll… roll…” 

His face twisted in pleasure, moans slipping from his lips.

“Never done that to my dick, it feels good. Is this how you give a handjob?”

“I might do it, yes”

“mmmm, it feels so good baby… aaah”

You let him proceed and before you noticed a sign of impatience, you continued.

“Now, if you’ve never touched yourself like that, or never been touched like that, it might seem surprising. But obey, it will be good”

Curious, he opened his eyes and looked at you smirking.

“Okay…”

“Take your glands between your thumb and index and squeeze very geltly. Apply this pressure all around the circumference. Don’t brush your fingers together, it will hurt. Just put pressure. Squeeze... Are you there? Keep your fingers smooth but be firm on the grip. Press firmly.”

“It feels so good… aaah”

 “Apply as much pressure as you can take. It has to be a little painful, but just a little Ji, we want it to be fun”.

The only sounds slipping from his lips were soft moans. He seemed to enjoy the touch. Maybe you surprised him. You hope you did.

“Open your eyes Ji. I want you to know that it’s with me that you are jerking off with. Keep those eyes on me”.

“Of course it’s you… you’re the only one here with me”

“I certainly hope so. Now, circle the base of your cock with your thumb and one finger, only one. Don’t put too much pressure. Are you doing it?”

“Yes…”

“Move your hips back-and-forth. Fuck your own hand slowly, gently… Good job! It’s increasing, isn't it?”

“Yes, I could cum like that”

“Then loosen your fingers, loosen it right now!”

“I fucking hate you”  he was frustrated but he obeyed nevertheless.

“I know you do, I know… I’m so mean when you were so good for me” you took your sweetest voice, your innocent voice. One that he didn’t know you had.

“Keep your fingers loose and pump now, real slow. How does it feel?

“Way too good… but it’s not my hand”

“Ooooh, may I ask?”

“Yours” he said, looking straight into your eyes, waiting for your reaction. You blush, shy.

“Does my hand feel good, around your cock?” you were already back to the play.

“It feels better than mine...” he murmured. 

“Amazing, now, put more pressure around your cock and go just a little faster with those hips. Fuck yourself in my hand”

He moaned, sweet sounds falling from his lips. You pressed yourself against him, your hard nipples caressing him as you both breathed in and out slowly.

“You love it, when I guide you?” you whispered in his ear.

“mmm” he moaned

“Use your words”

His eyes started to roll back, aroused. It was beautiful to witness.  He was weak on his legs, holding still with a solid grip on your hip. 

“I love when you guide me”.

“I can see that you do. Let go of your cock and play with your balls a bit. Squeeze them. Feel their weight”

“Jesus Christ… I was about to cum

“Oh, I know” you teased murmured in his ear. “But I’m not ready to let you  just yet. Are you playing with your balls?”

 “Hum, hum...I never loved to play with my own balls before today…”

“Can you use both hands? Yes? okay. Grab your cock with your fist and stroke not so gently while the other hand squeeze your balls… good, you’re doing good… Stroke again slowly but with a strong grip. Ji, slow down, I see you are cheating. Good… Twist your shaft when you come up, slowly, does it feel good?” His grin told you that he really enjoyed it.

“Yes…. ah… Y/n,  you’re evilish”

His sweet sounds, his voice that you always found so soothing, was now turning you on, it lit a fire between your legs. Again.

“Faster baby, faster…. Now stop”

“What? No…I can’t stop” he continued to stroke, you could tell by the movement of his shoulder.

“No?” 

“Y/n… I’m… aaaah… Argh” he could barely stay on his feet while he ejaculated in a violent burst, screaming your name out loud.

“ARE YOU GUYS OKAY”? You heard Daesung asked from the beach.

“DON’T WORRY DAE, HE WALKED ON A SHELL” you answered, your eyes on Ji. 

The sight of him as he reached his orgasm was the definition of beauty and hotness. He was perfect and so was the moment. His head tilted to the side and his mouth twisted open, he was in a blissful agony.

“aaah… aaaah”

“Don’t you dare stop moving your hand, you have more juices, I’m sure of it. Feel me against you, imagine it’s my hand, mouth, core… Whatever you prefer but keep going. I want you to empty that load… Stroke yourself… continue”

One last softer moan, a great final thrill and he was done. You felt his whole body relax against yours and his face fell on your shoulder, panting. He kissed it gently as soon as his lips landed on your skin. He was breathing heavily in your ear, the most endearing melody of them all. Combined with the murmur of the waves, it couldn’t be more perfect.

You were not sure if your heart would survive this. Not sure at all that you will be okay with him, having a girlfriend later, now that you know how he sounds like when he was having sex. How he feels. How he looks. How playful he was. You don’t think that you will be able to breathe, imagining him with another woman. Making love to her… No, you don’t have the right to think like that… You were just a lost case.

You moved away from him and gave him your most reassuring smile. He cannot know what’s got into your mind right now. That suddenly, instead of letting go of him, you would do the exact contrary. You would snuggle yourself against him and stay there forever and ever, in the comfort of his arms. 

“Thank you, it was… I have no words. And we didn’t even touch!”

“I know, right?” 

“Will you be okay with it? At home, I mean”.

“Absolutely” you lied “You?”

“Okay, good then. Good. Me too.” He showed no signs that it could be otherwise.

Both amazed by what just happened, you walk away from each other. Reality was hitting you both and you didn’t seem to want that moment to end. Neither of you. But you had to go back to your reality now.

You wanted to fix your bikini top but he stopped you, grabbing your hand between his, keeping them against his chest.

“Let me do it, hun. With the non touching thing and in the middle of the ocean, the aftercare are limited. At least, let me put it back in place for you”.

You nodded, he continued.

“You’re okay? Are you always that rough with yourself?” he asked as you placed the triangle back in place, this you won’t let him do. You felt no judgement in his tone though, just curiosity.

“I was not rough today, Ji. I even showed you my vanilla side”.

“What we did was soft, I agree. But the way you caress yourself, and me indirectly, it was not the softest touch. I didn’t know you had that in you. It was nice, I loved it”.

“Agreed, it was really nice”.

He tied the knot back in place between your boobs. After one look to approve his doing, he declared that you were all good to get out of the tub.

“Do you regret it?”

“I don’t. You?”

“Nope”

“What happened in the water stays in the water?”

“Absolutely. Let’s forget it ever happened even though it will be rough”.

 You swam towards the shore gently, side by side, as if nothing sexual ever happened. 

“Do I have a mark on my shoulder”.

“Oooh, that? Oopsie” you answered cutely. 

“You think you’re a shark or something? Jesus, it will hurt for days”

“I’m sorry but not sorry at the same time, it’s hard to explain” you teased.

“You little brat”

“Am I?” You shrugged  “But how are you gonna hide it from Dae?”

“I won’t, I’ll say that I’ve been bitten by a fish. Even better! I’ll say that mama shark bite me”

You both laughed and you realised that he had swam behind you. Snaking his arms around your waist, he said 

“Thanks Y/n, seriously. I won’t talk about it, it’s the deal. But it will be really hard to forget”

“Agreed. Thanks to you too, it wouldn’t have been that magical without you”.

Even though you didn’t really touch each other, you felt connected to him in the most beautiful and voluptuous way. A bittersweet feeling invaded you. You didn’t regret what happened but you wish you could have more of him. All of him. His love, for example. 

Before you parted, the aching to be in his arms began anew.

Present day

When you opened your eyes later that morning, you were laid under his comforter. For some reason, at the end of the night you were agitated in your sleep and couldn’t rest comfortably.  It gave you a weird feeling of anxiety. Was it because you were in Jiyong’s bed? In 5 years of friendship, the only time that you found yourself here was when your niece got sick. More likely, pretended to be dying from a runny nose just to be taken care of by the man of her dreams, the one and only Jiyong oppa, as she called him so cutely. Jiyong was so endearing to watch as he rubbed camphre on her back with caring hands. He was taking care of the sick little princess as if she was really dying. It was touching and cute and adorable. It’s probably then that you realised that he was the man you loved. Damn, it was already 3 years ago, how can time fly that fast?

“What makes you smile like that” his voice was sleepy and soft. So soothing and familiar that you calmed down a bit. At least, felt less out of place.

“I just remembered when the little princess slept here, between us. She used all sorts of tricks to get you to take care of her. Damn, I should learn from her, she can get what she wants just clicking her little chubby fingers. She mastered the art” you joked.

“Aaaw! She was so sweet. It was fun to take care of her with you. I felt like I was a king”

You burst out laughing. 

 “Duh! I couldn’t take care of her, she only wanted you. Jiyong oppa here, Jiyong oppa there”.

You turned to face him, holding your head in your hand. It seemed that he was awake for a little while, he had filled an entire notebook with lyrics, drawings and song ideas.

“You couldn’t sleep”? you asked, reaching out to pull back a strand of hair that was falling before his eyes. 

“Nope, you snore too much,” he joked as he felt one finger grazing his skin. How could such a simple contact could feel so good? Because it was you, probably.

You knew he was teasing you. For some reasons, you felt the need to get closer to him. To cuddle up with him. To show him that whatever happened last night, you were there, by his side. But not knowing how he would react, you restrained yourself from doing it.

“Jiyong, can you believe that in 5 years, it’s the second time that I sleep in your bed? It’s so comfy, we should be doing it more often”

“You… you want to sleep in my bed?”

“Relax loverboy, I said it like that. I just realised that whenever I sleep here, it’s always on the couch… I didn’t mean anything. Anyway. I’ll get going, I have to work in the afternoon”. 

“Already? Normally you stay a little longer. Can you stay a little longer?”

“What’s gotten into you? Last night you didn’t talk to me. This morning I want to let you have your space and you want me to stay. I’m not following, Ji”.

“Well, I really want you to stay. I need to clear up my mind. I need to…” he stopped when your body crashed against his. His hands came to rest on your back, his nose on the top of your head. You felt so good against him with your scent invading him, it was endearing. He knew your intention was to comfort him. He knew you were just worried, thinking that something bad was going on. Maybe that was it, after all. Maybe it will soon be the end of your friendship because of his stupid ass. 

“I’ll stay like that for 5 minutes, then I’ll leave. I really need to get going, I have some shopping to do before my shift. If you want to talk, I’m here. Otherwise, I’ll just listen to your heartbeat and relax before the day starts. You’re so comfy, Ji.” 

You snuggled closer against him. His delicate smell was so familiar and appealing at the same time. You didn’t know where to place your hands, though. Hugging was not a habit of yours. Even less hugging in bed like that. In what situation did he put himself, he wondered. 

“I might have a question… Do you remember what happened in Jeju Island last year? Do you remember the kiss that we shared?”

You froze. You didn’t see it coming at all. Why asking you this after all this time? You coughed, sign that you were uncomfortable. Clearly, you knew what he was talking about. And your little cough won’t be unnoticed or misinterpreted by his sharp ass. He continued.

“Do you think about it, sometimes?”

“No, why would I?” you giggled, nervously. There was nothing funny with his question. “Sorry Ji, I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s not funny. You caught me by surprise”

“I do, think about it… From time to time, I do. Lately, I think about it even more often”

You moved away from him and laid on your back. You shouldn’t have come in his bed last night. You had crossed a line and it could be misinterpreted by him. What have you done?

“Why, though?" 

“Do I need a reason to remember good memories? You know, it was not a simple peck, it was so passionate and emotional. I’ve never been kissed like that before or after. Of course, I will think about it”.

“Well, yes, I do think about it too, indeed”.

Your eyes met his. He seemed sad, desperate and shocked. Something was happening in his life and he needed to remember comforting moments, you thought. Maybe he felt that raw and pure love that you had for him, when you kissed. 

“You loved it?”

“What’s that question? Ji, you’re making me feel uncomfortable. You were there, do I really have to tell you how I felt? Didn’t you feel me? See me? I have nothing to add.”

“Don’t be mad at me, please. I was just… I don’t know. But please, I beg you, don’t be mad at me today”.

“I’m not mad, I just don’t want to think about it, it won’t do any good. Listen, I have to go. I forgot that I have to give a lift to a coworker”.

“You’re running away from me” he said, grabbing your side to keep you from standing up.

“Yes. I am, I admit”.

“Please don’t leave me like that”

“Ji, I will be back, I’m not cutting ties with you. I just need to work. And when we meet again, I don’t want you to remember that kiss… or talk about it”.

“Then, what about the other thing we did, in the ocean?”

“Ji, stop. I don’t want to remember any of it….”

“Why? Do you regret what we did?” he wondered.

You tried to escape the bed but he dragged you closer to him instead. He captured you in his arms and kept you there. You still felt safe and you knew that he would let go of you the second you ask for it. Despite, you didn’t move back. 

“I promise I won’t talk about any of it… But, please. Can I please hug you a little longer. I need to… I just need it”.

He was so emotionally raw that you couldn’t refuse. After all, you will never be able to escape Jiyong for good, will never have the wish to do so anyway. You relaxed in his arms and gently leaned your head on the same pillow as him. He felt all the muscles of your body relax at the same time and you melted in his arms, cute little spoon that you were. Finally, you had let go.

“I lied. Not only do I want to talk about it, I also want to do it again. I want to do it all the time” he said. But it’s your cute little snore that answered on your behalf. You had fallen asleep, in the security of his arms.

“You chose your moment to fall asleep, you little brat” he laughed. 

It was a good thing that you didn’t hear it. It won’t risk your friendship for a dirty play. He couldn’t lose you, you were too important for him. He won’t let that happen. With a kiss on your head, he pressed his legs against the back of yours. Then, he abandoned himself to sleep, too.

Last year, sharing one hot kiss.

With a bunch of friends, you had rented a few condos units in Jeju Island to celebrate Jiyong’s birthday. He had a girlfriend at that time but it’s during this week-end that she had decided to break up with him, telling him that he was “too much to handle” for her liking.

What was supposed to be a fun week-end, turned out to be a blast for everybody except for Jiyong and you. How were you supposed to be happy when your best friend was crying alone outside in the dark.

“Leave me alone, Y/n. I just need some time”.

“I know, don’t worry, I only brought you a blanket, it’s frisky tonight!”

He noticed that indeed, you had laid a big comfy blanket on his shoulders. You knew better than him! He was cold and didn’t even notice. He sighed, heavy.

“See? I didn’t realise that it was cold. How can I notice that she was unhappy with me when I can’t even notice when the temperature drops”

“Ji, I know it hurts, believe me, I know…”

“Duh! As far as I know, you’ve always been the one to leave.Have you ever been dumped?”

“No, I haven’t but I know how a one side love feels like”.

“You never told me that you were in love with someone that doesn’t love you back…” 

He was talking very slowly, struggling with his pronunciation. He probably won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“I don’t tell you every single thing that happened to me. Listen, I’ll leave you alone. Text me if you need me, I’ll be here in a second”.

“Nah, stay here and share that bottle of vodka with me”.

He had caught sight of the bottle you were holding with one hand. Sitting by his side, you had handed him the precious liquid. He took a long sip, making an appreciation sound when he was done.

“Aaaah! Thanks, hun. The lost cause is happy”.

Judging by his speech and his general condition, it was far from his first consommation tonight. He was wasted. Once again, you stayed silent. You knew he was having an emotional breakdown right now, you’ve been there yourself. He was so in love with that model and he didn’t see it coming at all, of course he was broken. It was breaking your heart to see him that sad.

“You must be happy, right? You never loved her!”

“You think I’m happy when I can feel your sadness with every cell of my body?”

“You heard me”

“Jiyong, don’t go there. We’ll fight and I don’t want to fight with you”.

“Pfff. I know what you are thinking”.

“You don’t know, stop being like that”.

“Or what?” 

“Or nothing. Just stop. I explained myself many times before. You know why I never loved her. But she seemed to make you happy so I was making great efforts not to get in your way”.

“Ooooh, is this why I didn’t see you the last month or so?”

“Damn, didn't you realize that I had been discreet so as not to harm your relationship with the asshole”?

“I told you, I’m too stupid to realise what’s under my nose. She is right, I didn’t take good care of her”.

“Okay, Ji, that’s enough. She was a manipulative woman, she was using you to boost her own career. You did everything to please her and yet she asked for more. I told you all that before but you didn’t believe me. Next time, trust my intuition. I’m never wrong”.

“I thought you were jealous”.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was mad because she was treating you badly and you refused to see it. But yes, you’re right too. I was jealous… I got to see you less because of her and it hurt. You didn’t even notice that I disappeared from your life, it pissed me not gonna lie”.

“Oh no! Shit. I’m gonna throw up”.

He did throw up for almost 30 minutes outside in the parking lot and even after, when he laid in bed. You couldn’t let him in that state, scared that he might vomit in his sleep and choke on it. That night, you didn’t close your eyes, looking out for him. Wiping his mouth after each puke, cleaning the floor, giving him water, meds and fresh linen for his forehead. You did it because this is how he deserves to be treated. With care and affection.

Just before going back in Seoul, as you were about to close the door of the condo that you had rented for yourself, he appeared behind you and snaked his arms around your chest, in a protective manner.

“Y/n… I want to thank you for staying by my side all this time. I know you wanted to try hitting on Jae but you couldn’t because of me.  Thanks, I really appreciate it. And I’ll invite him over for you to meet again.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s alright. And turns out that Jae is a douche, so forget it”.

“What happened?”

“Well, yesterday morning, he came out of his condo with 2 girls under his arms”.

“What’s the problem? If they all consented…” you closed the door and turned towards him. He was clearly not getting the point here.

“Problem is, he didn’t invited ME”

“Ooooh…. I see”.

“No, you cannot get it. You don’t know what it is because you have never experienced it. All the girls are at your feet. You enter a room and all eyes are on you. Women want you, men want you. Elders want you as their son-in-law. You don’t know what it’s like to feel ugly, unnoticed and unwanted. I’m sorry but you…”

You couldn’t finish your phrase. He stepped towards him and held your face in his chest, whispering soft words in your ears while you cried not so cutely. You felt good, thus wrapped in the comfort of his arms.

“We were 4 women Ji. Fucking 4. He invited 2 of them to his bed, the other one is Youngbae’s girl. You know what it means? Out of the three, I was the fucking last choice. How’s that?”

“I’m sorry hun, I really am. But maybe, he didn’t invite you because you were taking care of me. YES! That must be it. He invited them 2 to replace the only one he wanted to have sex with. See? It takes 2 to replace you!”. He wanted to cheer you up and it was working. 

“You’re silly” you smiled even though you knew he was wrong.

You had calmed down, so you stepped back from him. You were normally not cuddly with each other. Not that you didn’t like the contact, it was just like that. His arms didn’t feel uncomfortable but it was not fun either. The whole situation, the whole week-end was not.

As he looked into your sad eyes, he did the only thing that came into his mind. It was stupid to do but he didn’t had much time to think about it, he acted on an impulse.

“Well, now you will be able to say that you were kissed by the legendary G-Dragon”

And he had leaned in, lifting your chin up with his index. 

What he wanted to be a soft peck became a surprisingly hot and feverish kiss. One that normally leads directly to bed, don’t pass go, don’t claim 200 dollars. Whose tongue was inside the other’s mouth first? He couldn’t tell.  After a short moment, he had withdrawn in shock but when your finger traced the spot on your lips that he just left, he had no choice but to dive in for a second taste.  

It was delicious. He melted into you like ice-cream under the warm sun and so did you. He felt like he belonged next to you, and you next to him. It seemed that your lips were drawn to fit his. That your tongue was made to dance with his. That his hands were the perfect size to circle your waist. Not only your bodies were in perfect harmony, that kiss held the sweetness of your friendship combined with a million loving thoughts. It all condensed into a moment of burning heat.  

He had just felt your boobs pressed against him and your mouth against his neck, a delightful sensation, when you heard someone coming your way. Youngbae was coming out of his condo, he would soon turn the corner and discover you. Unfortunately, you had to split apart. To stop that fire that had ignited. That desire that consumed you. 

“Ji, we shouldn’t have crossed that line…” you pushed him away.

“I know. Let’s forget it happened” he answered in shock, not sure about what just happened and why it was not a good idea. It was so perfect, it couldn’t be a bad thing.

“Good idea” 

It seems that you were equally eager to end the conversation. Obviously, both for different reasons.

“Are you mad, Y/n?” he asked later, in the plane.

“Mad about what?”

“Duh, the kiss!”

“What kiss?” you answered, determined never to think about what had just happened.

To this day, you never said anything about it. It was almost like a faded dream. Did it ever happen? 

Present day

When you had woken up after your little nap close to lunch time, you felt reposed and relaxed. Jiyong was spooning you, his arms clutching onto your waist. His warm chest rose against your back at the rhythm of his soft breathing. On your neck was the most satisfying thing that you ever felt in your life, Jiyong’s warm breath. Smiling, you softly turned around to face him, you needed to look at his perfect face. You made sure to be as quiet and gentle as possible not to wake him up. Unnoticeable like a mouse.

When you faced him, his naked legs automatically intertwined with yours. He dragged you closer to him with one strong arm and your hands landed on his chest. Snuggling your nose against his shirt, you felt butterflies dancing in your stomach, threatening to fly away with your heart on the same occasion.  Was the mornings in his arms always perfect like that?

“Mmmmm hun, you feel good” It was not a question, it was a statement whispered with his lazy voice. One that leaves no place to doubt, hatred or anxiety. A voice that could heal a broken heart and guide another out of the darkest places. 

He knew that it was you in his arms and still, he didn’t flinch. You felt so stupidly good that you had to stand up and leave. It was too perfect. Too intimate. Too soothing. Your heart won’t survive this. For the sake of your mental health, you had to leave now. 

“I have to go Ji, I’ll be late”.

“Already? No, stay a little longer. We’re so comfy”

He hasn't opened his eyes yet, still blurred from sleep. He seemed so peaceful, it was endearing. You didn’t know what was going on with him, but one thing was certain, he hadn’t been himself since last night.  He even had shown small changes in his behavior in recent weeks. 

Brushing these thoughts on the side, you moved away from his arms. You’ll have plenty of time to fall in the downward spiral of sadness later, thinking that you will never be his. That he will never be yours. You escaped the peaceful cocoon you were wrapped in and went out of his bed. Out of his house. Out of your own mind.

Later that day, after your shift

As you arrived at your place, you opened your message app and started to read it. At the same time, you took your shoes off by shaking your feet one by one, over the rug in the hall. Right after your shower when you sat on the couch with a bowl of Japchae, you passed out exhausted.

Meanwhile, Jiyong was upside down. He had spent the day thinking of you, your relationship. He was affirmative, his feelings for you had changed, he was deeply in love with his best friend. There was no doubt in his mind. And he had no idea how you would react to it.

He didn’t want to lose you, but the feeling was so strong now that he accepted it, he had to confess. He needed to. 

Unlike your habit, and the timing couldn’t be more paradoxical, you had left him on read all day. It happened once before but it was because you were too busy with work. Why did it have to happen on a day like today, when he was already so out of his mind. Did you feel him today? Did you realize the changes taking place in him? Was that why you ignored his calls and texts? Were you angry? Maybe you found him too clingy. Maybe he made you feel uncomfortable.  He was going crazy with all these questions when he realised that it was already 2am. It was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Sighting, he wore his ‘incognito costume’, meaning jogging pants, a hoodie, a face mask and a beanie. Nothing fancy, nothing to expose his identity. Hopefully, the streets will be empty at this time of the night.

He walked around his neighbourhood, wandering. He could only think of you, what your reaction could be when he’ll open his heart to you. He didn’t want to imagine the worst, he couldn’t imagine you rejecting him, his heart felt heavy with pain just at the thought of it. With the consequences that this could bring, the changes to your relationship. We should not dwell on it. He had to go heart first and confess, hoping for the best.

He realized that he was now in front of your apartment block, that he had been walking along your street for a while now, like a stalker. What if something happened bad to you? Just thinking about it made him anxious. He needed to see you, to make sure that first you were safe and warm and second that you were not mad at him. That he didn’t lose you. But why would you be mad? It was a downward spiral of thoughts. It had to stop.

He entered the building with his key, took the elevator and then ran in the hallway impatiently. He couldn’t wait to see you. To tell you. It was a strong and invalidating feeling, he had to confess. His heart had to come back to normal, otherwise he would go crazy.

Unable to wait for you to open the apartment door, he slammed it open. What he discovered inside broke him into pieces, in the best way possible. You were wearing that same old clothes he saw you so often with. That horrible kit that made him hiss in disapproval each time he saw you dressed in. There was nothing he could do to make you stop wearing it. He had tried it all.  Somewhere along the way, he had let go. It was a really good thing, it allowed him to discover you curled up on the couch with untouched food on the table near you. Your hands were hidden in the sleeves of your sweater, joined under your chin. You were so cute, peacefully asleep in your comfort clothes, his heart melted.

He squatted down in front of you and with much tenderness, he caressed your face. He didn’t want to wake you up, he just needed to touch you. He was finally able to breathe. 

You felt his hand on your cheek and automatically, you knew it was Jiyong. You must have been dreaming, you were at your place, alone. Humming with content, you whispered his name with a satisfied smile across your lips and turned to face the other side. 

“Sleep, hun… I’ll wait tomorrow, I can wait now”.

“Ji?” you exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here?” you asked as you rub your eyes and opened the light that sat on the low table. When you discovered his features, you jumped off the couch and sat on the floor in front of him. “What’s going on? What happened”.

He didn’t understand what you meant, he didn’t say anything yet 

“Ji, you cried! What happened?”

“I cried? ooooh, yes” patting his face he realized that he did, indeed, have semi-dried tears on his cheeks. So he cried and didn't realize it.

“Why??? What happened?” you asked in a hurry.

“Nothing happened. I just cried…”

“Something must have, you had cried and landed in my living room at 3 am” you cupped his cheeks and started a visual inspection of him. You needed to make sure that he was okay, that nothing happened to him. That he was not sick or hurt physically at least. He found you beautiful.

“I love you”

“Yes Ji, I know… love you too” you answered mindlessly as you scritized his face, concentrating on your inspection.

He grabbed your wrists and held your hands close to his heart. He had started to talk, he couldn’t stop now. He didn’t want to. With all his courage and all the hope he could gather, he repeated.

“Y/n, I love you” 

“...”

“I love you”

You understood what he just said, the words he pronounced but not quite the meaning. You locked eyes with him, searching for an answer to your unspoken question. His beautiful eyes were not sparkling exactly the same way than before. He seemed agitated and peaceful at the same time, it was strange.

“Ji? What’s going on? Are you drunk?”

“Yah… Pabo! Let’s sit more comfortably, I’ll explain”.

You both transferred on the couch, sitting face to face with your knees up under your chin. You held your legs against your chest in a comforting manner. He couldn’t resist the temptation to touch you and he placed a hand flat on your forearm, amazed by your beauty as much as touched by your obvious concern.

“Y/n… Let me talk please”

It made you smile. If the situation would have not been that tensed, you would have laughed your ass out and mock him. 

“I didn’t place a word Ji, I’m waiting for you to explain your interruption in my living room in the middle of the night. I think it’s fair to say that I’m letting you talk”.

“Yes, sorry” he scratched his head with shyness “what I meant was let me talk before you do. But first, why didn’t you answer my calls or texts today? I was scared something happened to you”.

“I figure, sorry Ji. I was dead busy today, couldn’t find the time to eat anything or rest. I took a shower and wanted to call you but the minute I sat on the couch, I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to make you worry”

“Fair enough… and what happened at work today? You had a good day? Did you finally decide to buy yourself a cat?”

“Ji…” you cut him. He was running around the bush and you became impatient. “Ji, tell me. What is it about?”

“I promise you that if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll be okay, I’ll manage to survive. Goodness, I’m petrified”.

While he took his sweet time to say what he had to say, an image was forming in your mind. Did he mean what you think he meant? It couldn’t be possible. Febrile, hope bloomed inside of you.

“Ji… what’s going on?”

“I love you”

The mocking gaze of your best friend was gone. Instead, in his eyes you saw a loving feeling come to life. You read in it doubt and hope. Lots of hope. In his eyes, new sparks you never thought that would shine on for you.  This beautiful vision speaked louder than words.

“I realised lately that you’re the one I want to share my life with. The affection I had, it changed into love. Now, I smile like an idiot when I hear your voice. I melt when you pronounce my name. I want my hands on you all the time. I want to hug you. I want to be a better person and make you proud. I want the world a better place just for you to be more safe. I want to make you happy, just like you make me. I want to kiss you. I want to hold your hand on my way to paradise if it exists, and I want to be born with you again in our next life. Say something please…”

“That hand of mine will hold yours till the end of our life and again in the next one. I promise you that”. 

It was not what he expected to hear. He was so scared that you would reject him, he never thought you would really share his feelings. He just hoped with all his heart, unsure and nervous. Therefore, he was unable to process the words you spoke.

“What?”

You didn’t repeat, instead you leaned in and kissed him, putting all your love in the kiss. The tenderness you feel for him, the passion too. You put all those intentions as your lips sealed with his. Tears went down both your cheeks and mixed together before falling on your clothes.

“You love me?” he asked between the kisses. “For real?” 

He cupped your cheeks with a tenderness that you never felt before. His hands on you was now the only thing that matters.

“Ji, I love you. I love you so much… loved you for years now”.

“Woah, really?”

“Let’s not talk about it yet, we have plenty of time ahead. But yes, I love you. I thought I was so obvious”.

“Not at all, I didn’t realize. I’m sorry love, to realize that you were mine this late”.

“It’s okay Ji, I never thought that you could love me back so I'm more than happy right now. I’m in heaven”.

“Me too”

You looked at each other, smiling shyly.

“I can’t wait to bring you out on our first date. It will be so nice to hold your hand… to show everybody that you are mine, that I’m the luckiest man who got the prettiest girl”.

“Aaaaw Ji”

Your heart was so light but it was beating fast at the same time. You were happy like you were never before. You felt fully and wonderfully alive, loved and overwhelmed. Jiyong’s features told you that he felt the exact same way about you. He had that shy loving smile of his. 

“Ji… Is this for real?”

“I could ask you the same”

“Love of my life…” you whispered as you kissed him a sweet and feverish kiss. You broke contact and plonged your eyes into his “you have no idea how you make me feel right now. I’ve been longing for you, for your kisses and touch all this time. I was loving you in silence and now I can finally touch you. I don’t mean sexually… Just to be able to cup your beautiful face like that and I’m in heaven” you said as you cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose. 

“I doubt the ‘not sexually’ part but I know exactly how you feel. It seems like you are too far away from me. You would be sitting on my lap and you would still be too far. I’m craving for you”

“Come” you said, standing up. You took his hand in yours and as you walked backwards, you guided him towards your bedroom.  His smile grew bigger.

“Where are we going?”

“You confessed your love to me while I was wearing those clothes that you hate so much. I think it’s only fair that we take them off now… I mean, not to ruin your mood”

“You… you sure?”

“Not a bit… I’m scared that I will deceive you. I’m scared that you will not love what you see…”

“Shhhhh” he stopped you with a kiss “there is no such thing possible. You walked naked so many times before me, I already know all your curves”

“I never walked naked in front of you…”

“You do”

“Nope…”

“all the time…”

“Wanna see what naked is? Let me show you” you took your clothes off in the speed of light, exposing your naked forms in front of him. “See? Have you ever seen me naked like that before?”

He smiled a cocky smile and pushed the clothes that were on the floor with his foot. He didn’t answer your question; instead, he held out a trembling hand, the only clue of the fire roaring in him. He put it flat on the side of your neck. His touch was delicate and full of love. You felt his raw emotion in the way he was touching you, looking at you.  He couldn't believe he was so lucky. That you were his and you felt the same.

“I love what I see. I love every inch of that body because it’s yours. I will love and cherish it until the day I die”

A single tear fell down off your eyes. There was no cloud under your sky and if ever you meet some along the way, you will certainly find a way to overcome it. Of that, you had no doubt. 

“I love you Jiyong”

“I love you Y/n”

Without another word, he lifted you from the ground and transported you to you to your bed. With all the love he had, and all the love you had too, you started your new life together in the most beautiful way possible.

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Howdyyy! How about six countries of your choosing with an S/O who loves kissing their country boyfriend? Especially leaving them all covered in kiss marks from their red lipstick in sort of a claiming way? Please and thank you very much mam ^J^

Not gonna lie, I see that Russia emoticon, and you know he's one of them, especially because this is me. And I would be lying if this isn't something I find absolutely attractive. I'm even upping the ante and going "What if they managed to get the lipstick on their own lips when kissing S/O, and then leaving just as many marks on them as well.

I'm drooling anon. Why have you done this to me? /Playful joke

S/O leaves their country boyfriend in kiss marks!

(Russia, England, Japan, Greece, Denmark and Italy!)

Russia:

This is a scenerio that happens multiple times. It was a little game between them, which started out by accident. Naturally Ivan wanted to return the favor, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest. Part of him liked the idea that others knew exactly who belonged to him, and who he belonged too. He also enjoyed the thought of people's minds filling in the blanks, and seeing their own faces turning red at the possibilities. The thought no one else was allowed to be marked like this swallows him whole. So He kissed their lips, and then their forehead, laughing at how they matched.

That's when things got a little heated, and they took turns meeting their lips, and leaving smears and playfully bites across each other's face and neck. However, Russia was truly no match and was the one left love struck by a certain series of kisses to the nose and cheeks. The red lipstick making his blush twice as noticeable.

The next day he spent most of his time avoiding getting too close to people so they didn't notice the slight lipstick stains that never fully came off.

England:

His heart leap out of his throat as he was immediately attacked with kisses, just then walking through the door. He melted immediately, returning every kiss. He only stopped when he notices the bright red lipstick on his S/O's blushing pilgrims.

He furrowed his thick brow and wiped off the excess stains, giving his lover a rather dark laugh. Then the chase began. Two could play this game. Eventually he had them trapped to a chair, his own lips shaded in leftover red, peppering his S/O's cheek. And with every leftover mark, his S/O would sneak in another kiss, claiming his jaw line, then his cheeks, and his neck.

By the time they were done, England had run off to clean up, leaving his lover in a mushy mess in the chair. Little did he know he missed the one lipstick stain on his neck. Visible for the world to see. Though in truth, he didn't care. It was all fun and games, and he felt like he was on cloud nine. Least someone does point it out, his face will become the most brightest shades of red. Only then will the kiss mark be hidden.

Japan:

It's been a year or so since they became official, and he's finally gotten use to the attention his S/O gives him. That includes the onslaught of kisses he received as they played Mario Kart. They knew it distracted him, but seeing the kiss marks painting his jaw and cheek made it impossible not to kiss him. Kiku on the other hand, was getting less and less interested in Mario Kart, and more into a different kind of game.

He wasn't fully aware of the stains I'm his skin, or the feeling of his S/O lipstick coating his plush lips. He was feeling the mood, and didn't care enough to stop.

Red marks and smears decorated both of their faces, a small moment of heated passion played out, and try as he might, the red stains would not come off easily. His heart beat in his chest as he realized how evident his recent activities would become to anyone who got close enough. Going off to ask his S/O for help, they were not where he left them. The only note he had to their disappearance was the sound of the front door closing.

Taking one last look at his body in the mirror he decided to leave the one kiss mark on his chest alone. Wanting it to be a permanent reminder of how close they've gotten.

Greece:

He loved lazy days, and lazy kisses were even better! So when his S/O started leaving long drawn out pecks to his face, he was not one to complain. Completely unaware of his S/O's true intent. Marking him as theirs.

Now this was something that happened before, except the light pink stick they used showed up poorly against his flesh, but this time it would be different. It made it even easier seeing as he had fallen asleep. Leaving himself even more vulnerable.

Kisses to the cheeks, lips, ears, and the back of his hands all left small reminders of his lover's tenderness. He loved the affection, and by the time he woke up and they both walked back towards the city, he was already fully aware of the marks. He pretended to not notice, enjoying the small giggles coming from his partner. Even the confused looks of strangers couldn't shake him. He was completely wrapped around their finger, and he loved it.

Denmark:

The amount of laughter and giggling made it very hard for his S/O to keep a straight face, and cover him with lipstick kisses. It was only supposed to be one, but once he realized the mark on his cheek, he felt a warm glow take him over, and asked for more. The feeling became ticklish as his S/O's lips grew tacky from the quickly fading coat of red. Every time their lips stuck to his skin, it sent a tiny little shock to his face, making him giddy.

Oh but the best part was getting to show off these little rewards of his. He didn't care about anyone seeing them, and it felt amazing! Even if the other Nordics saw him, and called him weird, or said he was whipped, he did not care.

These are his marks, and everyone else is just jealous they didn't, and won't ever, get any! The best part is, when he gets back home, he plans on rubbing these marks all over his S/O's face, getting them back equal fold!

Italy:

Italy was very happy getting kisses from his S/O, even if they left stains. He thought it was adorable that they wanted to leave him with little 'I Love You' marks. And he counted ever single one. Eventually he had enough and caught their lips in a real kiss, the lipstick painting across their cheeks and mouth, maybe even on the tip of their nose.

By the time Italy had to leave for a job, the kiss marks had mostly been wiped off from the small make out session. Though on Italy, there was still one or two on his cheek. He found it odd that the girls in his hometown didn't try and flock to him, and it was rather nice. He didn't feel like he have to entertain anyone by flirting back. Them it dawned on him. Touching his cheek and looking down at his fingers, he spotted the faint red lipstick.

The smile that carved itself to his face never left that day, even when he was scolded by Germany about the importance of representing himself to the public like that could cause issues for him. Even Germany knew that Feli was more than In love with his S/O at that rate.

Ta-da! I hope you all don't mind that I gave Ivan a little more love than I was supposed to OJO ♥️ I did add in Greece and Italy since I feel like they get left out more than the others. Especially Greece. He's a cutie, and is an underrated Character! And Denmark. There's so many Characters who need more love!!!

[honorguk]

Dating » Kim Yugyeom (GOT7)

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– What it’s like to date Yugyeom from GOT7 (based on my assumptions) <3  * it’s a bit long but pretty intricate, so i hope you enjoy it ;) *

»•» OVERALL:

a shy cutie at the start that opens up much more later on

legit won’t tell you that he properly loves you until like month 4 or 5 - he wants to be utterly sure that you’re the person he’s marrying

and trust me, once he’s decided that, he will marry you

you guys will prank each other loads (and he will scream SO LOUD when you pop up from under the bed)

will get all shy over pda and skinship but tbh he’ll try to overcome that fear and slowly but surely show more affection to you in public

but even at home, he’s a bit timid at first so when he lays his head on your lap, you better appreciate that

lives for the praise

you’d visit him during practice and sit in the back of the practice room and yugyeom will dance extra well to impress you

and then bambam would crouch beside you and watch his best friend dance while whispering to you “he’s not always that amazing- he’s just showing off ‘cause you’re here” followed by an “i’m joking” and then by a “not really”

speaking of bambam, you and him would also be quite close (and lil yugyeom would get so jealous awh)

“yugyeom’s mine, and you’re just stealing him away!” bambam would shout and latch onto his arm, trying to run away with him as yug laughs and you chase after the two

literally get attacked in cuddles and kisses after he comes home from work 

you’re the number one got7 fan, as supposed

mark would point to you in the crowd and bring yugyeom over so he can see you during one of their concerts, and he’d start getting all giddy and start jumping up and down

would tease you once he’s more comfortable around you

wouldn't be able to fall asleep unless you’re cuddling him (after that, he’d dream of you and you’d see him smile in his sleep <3)

»•» DATES YOU GO ON:

i see yugyeom as a simple guy - coffee dates and cinema nights are the favorite go-to

will walk around town with just your pinkies intertwined instead of your full hands

but if you guys decide to get all adventurous, he’d take you to the beach and end up soaking you with water

“yugyeom what the hell! i spent two hours on makeup today!” “not my problem, darling!” you’d both shout at each other as you run after him

he wouldn’t be extremely into couple-y matching outfits at first, but then you’d try some on together, and he’d fall in love with the concept

so that means you’re always matching somehow

being seen walking around with a girl like you would make this kid so. confident. he loves going out with you, it’s no doubt

sometimes the rest of the boys (or maknae line, rather) would be pretending to “accidentally run into” yugyeom when he’s on a date with you.. they’re just spying, per usual, and taking a hell of a load of candids

»•» PET NAMES:

“hey cutie!” when you first see each other that day

“honeeeey” when he wants your attention (and he’d poke you until you kissed him to catch him off guard and shut him up)

he’d be all cute and act innocent when he wants your attention as well. would cutely follow you around like a puppy till you notice him and shoo him away

“but baby…” he’d pout and that’s how he gets you wrapped around his finger

what works with him is literally anything said in a higher pitched and cuter voice

but he especially likes ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ - a man of simple desires. sometimes you’d call him ‘pup’ which makes him all blushy as well

»•» WHILE ON TOUR:

he sort of neglects his phone since he’s so focused on the tour, but he never forgets to send short lil updates or photos when he’s done with work

sometimes you’d stay up for him (considering you’re in different timezones) and facetime when he’s available

and the facetime would be taken over by the other members who were all secretly excited to see you as well (but since yugyeom is just a taaad jealous, they never expressed it hehe)

he’d really try his best to give you as much love as he can from a distance

you’d be live messaging him while watching the playback of a concert, or an interview, and you’d keep telling him how good he looks and how much you miss him

gosh he’s a sucker for praise, especially from you (and even though he gets red and tells you to stop doesn’t mean he wants you to stop)

(and you never stop)

it could get a little heated if he’s totally alone in the room...but he’s too shy to do anything over the phone (for now *wink*)

but when he comes home from tour, you’re the first thing in his arms, and he’s picking you up and crushing you in the biiiiiggest hug for ages :)

»•» ARGUING/MAKING UP:

he hates arguing and tries to do as little of it as possible

but that means he could seem a little ignorant or dismissive, like he’s running away from the issue

and you tell him that and that’s what sparks the argument most of the time

yugyeom would try not to raise his voice but he really struggles sometimes, especially if you have already

but he’d urge you both to sit down and calmly talk about it - shouting matches don’t put him in the best mental space

he’d take your hand and listen carefully about what you’ve got to say, and vice versa

oftentimes, if he didn’t think the fight was worth it/not that important, he’d pretend that nothing happened afterwards

but if he saw that you were still upset, he’d never let his ego eat away at him and instead he’ll buy you flowers or take you out for dinner that evening, and all is good :)

your fights aren’t very often though, thankfully. practically non-existent

you have playful ones, like you’d argue about pizza toppings while laughing

but whatever the fight may be, there would be times when you’d end up in bed because of it

“we either fight it out or fuck it out”

and hey, sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures

»•» NSFW:

his innocent and timid shell disappears and he’s all bossy

most likely a soft dom, but still, he’s mostly in control

he loves touching all over you - your hips and waist, hands, neck, arm, chest, thighs - you name it

and it’s all super lovely and passionate

always grinning and smirking and telling you how great you look beneath him

sloppy kisses and a rough, steady pace are his everything

wouldn’t let you mark him since he’s so scared that someone will see, but you’d still leave scratches and gently bite his collarbone area and chest and that would make him go crazy

he loves seeing the scratch/nail marks afterwards. if he could, he’d go for round two instantly once he saw them in the mirror

i don’t think yugyeom’s that kinky, but he isn’t vanilla either

he’d tease you, make you beg a little until he’s pleased with how truly needy you are for him, then he’d get to work

rarely, if he’s really feeling it, he’ll use a silk tie to tie ur hands behind your back

but yugyeom’s a definite switch. he will loooove to see you in control, domming him and putting his hands up over his head, telling him that he shouldn’t dare to bring them back down

kinda loud and whiny, especially when his eyes are rolled back when he’s close

but no matter how rough and passionate the dirty was, you’d both end up cuddling and joking around and fall asleep in each other’s arms

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Plague Rat Chapter 3

Three months later…

 “Hello and welcome to Channel Eight! I’m Erica, bringing you the news!”

 “Today we are speaking of what is now called ‘the Plague of Truth’, brought upon us by the Akuma Plague Rat.

 Due to the Akuma’s powers of infecting people with a deadly virus resembling the Black Plague but targeting liars, many secrets came about. And many consequences have occurred. The most high profile ones are the former mayor, his wife and a dozen city officials who are now closing ranks and trying to-“ Marinette turned off the TV and closed her eyes.

 After she had been purified, the girl had been horrified at her actions, feeling ill and disgusted. She had done that? She had attacked people? She had nearly…

 Luckily there was a therapist employed by the hospital that sat with her and spoke with her. He was open and honest and she had a lot off issues she usually kept locked up. 

 He helped her speak of them and confront them. Helped her understand her issues. Helped her realize how many were people putting things on her and expecting things if her when they shouldn’t. 

 She still didn’t feel okay. Knowing what she did made her feel sick, but her classmates where there. Alix spoke with her softly, the girl knowing she had killed one. Kim spoke of rewatching his actions and feeling horrified. Rose shuddered at what she had done.

 It helped. 

 More so, honestly, it helped knowing that her actions had exposed Lila and a lot of corruption. Not only had she hit the mayor, she’d hit the commissioner, Audrey, Nadja and a bunch of others. 

 Andre had been removed from office and was now facing trial for his crimes. The commissioner had been removed from office along with Roger being fired and were also facing charges. Rumors said they would probably get ten years at least.

Audrey was going away for child abuse, corruption and the abuse of her staff. She had admitted everything and Chloe had been removed from their care in a second, being placed with an aunt on the other side of Paris who hadn’t spoken to her sister in years and had never cared to. The aunt had agreed to take Chloe in but had warned the girl she would not put up with any of her actions.

 Marinette hadn’t heard anything since as Chloe had been expelled by the new principal that had replaced Damocles when the fact he was being bribed came out. Bustier had also been replaced. Marinette wasn’t sad to see them go- even if it was only recently she could go back to school after the shock to her system becoming an Akuma had been. It wrecked her metabolism again and she’d been stuck in a bed for months.

 Luckily, there was a friendly nurse around who was happy to take over for Akumas. Marinette has the best time hearing her rant about magic and how stupid it was she couldn’t tell who Ladybug was when she was in the hosptial. Often right in front of her door.

 Tikki found it hilarious to.

 But she had finally left the hospital and Tikki said she could go back to fighting, something she was glad about. She missed it, not that she’d admit it.

 But before that, there was a trial to be had.

 -0-

 “So you willingly did it-“

 “I did.” Alya interrupted the lawyer. “I willingly exposed her to sick children but that was at the urging of Lila who said she had to be lying. I believe the videos I’ve given show that.” Alya felt like a bug as everyone in the courtroom stared at her. She kept her chin up though. She would not be cowed by this lawyer Lila’s father got her. Apparently Lila’s nasty habits came from someone and that was her father. Her mother had been furious to know she was in contact with him and was not pleased by the lawyer but agreed to it.

 She didn’t want her baby in jail either.

 He was a good lawyer, knew how to come at things from all angles.

 But Alya had been Rena Rouge. The Fox Miraculous left marks deep in her soul, which made her slippery and sly. She had forgotten and gotten caught in lies herself, but she remembered now.

 And she would not yield. 

 “I wonder, if anyone actually knows that the reason she wants Marinette dead is because she called her out on her lies in college.” Snapped Alya, suddenly latching onto the thought. The lawyer blinked. “Didn’t know that? Lila is just angry that Marinette didn’t follow her around. That Marinette called her out.” The lawyer actually stepped back and turned to look at Lila who couldn’t hide her furious face fast enough. Alya smiled at her while the lawyer said he had to dismiss himself from the case now, his clients had been lying to him.

 Alya hadn’t been a good person for a while. She had followed a liar and had blinded herself to truth for a long time. But she had once been a hero, once been a good person. 

 She was going to start again.

-0-

 “So you thought it was like tabloids?” Dr. Shaw asked Adrien who sighed. 

 “Yeah I mean…” Adrien shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe if I hadn’t known the truth I’d have believed hem but when I did I saw how stupid they were and they reminded me of the tabloids. I thought they’d figure it out themselves. I didn’t think she was hurting anyone.”

 “But she did. Her actions almost caused many of them to miss out on incredibly important opportunities for their futures. It was lucky your friend Marientte managed to convince them it was a good way to show case their skills to the supposed contacts Lila had.” The doctor said and Adrien winced.

 “I… I didn’t want her Akumatized again.”

 “And yet Marientte was.” Adrien looked down. “Adrien, if I can be very blunt- you despise conflict and prefer a passive approach to it. While disliking conflict is fine, and I encourage you not to seek it out, not confronting people who you know are in the wrong isn’t always the best idea.”

 “...” Adrien didn’t want to think about it anymore. But he had to. His father had made him go to therapy and Plagg had told him it was a good idea for him to do so. He needed to get over this. “It’s easier when it’s not me.” Adrien blurted our. “Online I mean.” He quickly covered. It was easy to confront people as Chat Noir. 

 “Then pretend you’re not Adrien when you confront people.” The therapist offered and…

 That was really good advice.

Two months later…

 “Hello and welcome to the new Ladyblog!” Alya grinned on the screen Marientte was watching. “As you know due to certain circumstances I left this blog for the last few months. This is due to Lila and her actions towards my classmate and my own actions. However, this is a new start. First and foremost- this blog will now only contain facts. I have three people to check over anything I post that’s an article and needed to be researched who will do so. I spoke with Ladybug and she’s agreed to an interview with all heroes providing they agree-“ that was the only small crack, a shadow of sadness. After Miracle Queen everyone know she’d been a hero, and seeing a new fox must hurt.

 Marientte though was just amused that Alya was such a good actor. Sure she no longer used the fox but she fit the Turtle very well. And Nino was a fine Dragon, while Luka was a great Fox and Kagami was an amazing Bee.

 It hadn’t been to hard to manage to have an interview with them- though all separate. It was enough to show Paris they were human to.

 Marinette smiled,  watching as Alya continued her speech. 

 Things had changed since she’d become Plague Rat. Lila was now in jail back in Italy. Youth jail but still. She would spend two years there before being released on parole for either ten years or for the rest of her life depending on her actions. While she had lost her first lawyer they had been assigned a second one who had managed to get a psychiatrist in to look at her. 

 The man said she was either a psychopath or a sociopath. They had tried to say that meant she was allowed to be free but that was ended when the doctor pointed out she knew what she was doing was wrong. She just didn’t care. 

 She wasn’t allowed back in France and apparently other countries had also banned her. She was forever stuck in Italy.

 The former mayor was also in jail. Five years, chance of parole in two and a half, maybe less depending on behaviour. Nadja had lost custody of Manon after it got out she routinely used the girl to gather info and had put her in risk multiple times. Audrey was in jail, Roger had lost his job and was on probation. 

 Paris had experienced a revolution after Plague Rat. The new mayor was a woman who took no shit and was a hardass who was happily funding the police to find Hawkmoth, and bring him down. The new commissioner had fired all corrupt cops- Roger had been part of this sweep- and now Paris was thriving.

 Adrien as well seemed to have changed. He had formally apologized to her for his inaction and he was taking steps to be able to confront people. He’d already had a fight with his father about being a model and had leaked to the press how Gabriel treated him. Gabriel was in therapy now and Adrien had a social worker doing random checks on him. 

 “I guess even Akumatized I’m a hero.” She remarked to Tikki who chuckled. 

 “Perhaps. But I like you as you.”

 “Same.” She still has nightmares about what she’d done. She still freaked out about the hospital. Hell she was still recovering months later from the stress of being Akumatized while suffering from sickness and a horrible immune system. 

 But she was doing better. She was moving forward.

 And that was all she could do.

Tagged: @anastasian-dreamer @magicalfirebird @kibastray @thesunanditsangel @virgil-is-a-cutie @marinettepotterandplagg @heaven428 @sofmimis @so-freaking-done-with-people @moonystars14 @slytherinhquinn @spartanxhunterx

[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

Chapter 27: Starlight’s Mother, Part 3 - Where Did She Die?

Starlight: But wait… if Sunset is both my mother… AND Sunburst’s Father’s little sister…

Starlight turns towards Sunburst

Starlight: Sunburst… that makes us cousins!

Sunburst: Oh my gosh… you’re right!

Starlight and Sunburst has always been close friends, Sunburst was Starlight’s only friend before getting his cutie mark brought him to Celestia’s school leaving Starlight behind that would end up practically being the final straw for Starlight who was already dealing with a highly secretive but well-intentioned father and no true mother figure to care for her when Firelight was working. As they just discovered now, they were related the whole time through a common link with Starlight’s mother who also happened to be Sunburst’s aunt.  Sunburst looks on over to his newfound Aunt.

Sunburst: I guess I should start calling you my Aunt… but wow… my father has been looking all over the world for you… I don’t know how he’s going to take it that his search has been in vain and you’ve really been dead for so long…

Sunset: Sunspot’s been looking for me this whole time...?

Stellar Flare: *sigh* Yes… though maybe not for the whole time you’ve been gone… he was with us for a good while, up to and including when Sunburst got his Cutie Mark... 

But once he realized you haven’t shown up at all for about a decade he decided to try to look for you, and he was so dedicated in trying to find you that he pledged he’d only come back if he had found closure. He still wrote letters to us every week or so to inform where he is, give us input if we had anything to ask of him, and/or to assure us he’s safe. But he obviously still hasn’t found the closure he’s wanted.

Looks like we just found it for him…

Sunset lowers her head

Sunset: Oh…Sunspot… he didn’t have to leave his family behind to try to find me… I guess I should have told him not to look for me either before I went…

Stellar Flare: And now that I know that you were her all along… now I understand why he never gave me or Sunburst your name… cause of a similar reason Firelight didn’t tell Starlight about you...

Sunset: Do… you know where he is right now?

Stellar Flare: I think in the most recent letter he sent, he said he was going to New Haven?

Twilight: New Haven? Isn’t that the small town in between Klugetown and… Nightmare Cliffs?

Time suddenly feels like it slows down for Sunset as she hears a mention of Nightmare Cliffs

Sunset: Nightmare… Cli-…?

*THUNDER BOOM*

Most of the Thunder strikes have been generally muffled now that they were in the house, but suddenly a close one makes a huge boom that startles the whole group. And at the same time, Sunset has her hooves on the sides of her head as suddenly she remembers something. She remembers a storm, but not the one currently raging above Sire’s Hollow, but one at the edges of Nightmare Cliffs. Two shadowy pony-shaped figures in front of her, and a 3rd much smaller figure up above her.

The rest of the group just watching as Sunset suddenly froze up, eventually Sunset heaves her chest as if heavily breathing despite no longer needing to as a spirit.

Starlight: Mother! What’s wrong?!

Sunset: I… remember… a little more…

Starlight: Huh? Remember what?

Sunset: It’s… not alot of details still… but... Nightmare Cliffs was where I died… I’m now sure of it!

Everyone in the room gasps that mentioning Nightmare Cliffs has resurfaced some memory of Sunset’s death. It seems it will just take mentioning a few key details about what happened in order to unlock Sunset’s full memory of how she died.

Twilight: Is that the only thing new you remember now?

Sunset: Unfortunately, yeah… anything else is information you already know or doesn’t entirely matter. The three anarchists just appear as shadowy figures, two were facing in front of me, and another smaller one flying above me… and that it was storming at the time. But if there’s more things that can point towards what happened, and what was at least one of their names… I might be able to get my full memory awakened.

Starlight: At least we know where you died now, that’s still a pretty big jump from where we were… so Sunburst’s Father is currently in a town near there?

Stellar Flare: He’s certainly been looking everywhere if he went to a small town like New Haven…

Sunset: Well, if you listened to our conversation… dedication to one goal seems to run in the family. I don’t think my brother was an exception, you could also say he wasn’t named Sunspot for nothing. He was pretty good at spotting/finding things out, he certainly never lost a game of hide n’ seek when we were kids. Sometimes I’d even enlist his help when tracking down some threats when I was still Princess Celestia’s Protege

Starlight: In hindsight, Sunset and Sunspot certainly sound like a solid pair of names for siblings. Not to mention we have Sunburst too. All ponies who happen to be named in some way after the Sun.

Sunset: Our family’s been deeply connected to service of Princess Celestia for generations. I’m not even sure how far back exactly, though I’m willing to guess our ancestors include some of Celestia’s most loyal guards or staffers. Don’t suppose you know who it may have been, Princess?

Celestia: I’ve had many wonderful staffers or guards over many generations, it’d probably take some time to find out which ones ultimately led to you, Sunspot, and now Sunburst and Starlight.

Starlight: I’ve alway felt like being named Starlight meant I was more likely former night guard or staffer related in my ancestry, but then again… the sun itself is a star, so it may be a little more vague then I realize.

Sunset: I suppose it’s a good time as ever to go see my brother, especially if he’s been searching for me for so long. I’ll be bringing him back to Stellar Flare and Sunburst for good too. Though it’s going to be a pretty long trip from here to New Haven...

Stellar Flare: Not totally… Princess Twilight actually has a little trick for us to get there quick: Portal Gum! She and her friends have been using them since yesterday and 2 weeks ago to get to and from all around the world instantly. We can get to New Haven pretty quickly... always pretty handy to have that genie magic of hers!

Sunset: Oh yeah, genies have some impressive magic given they’re stock full of soul magic aren’t they? Though first… we should probably discuss how we’re going to do this.

Stellar Flare: Hm… how about me and Sunburst go in together to see him first, and then at some point we’ll tell him that his search is over. And that’s when you’ll walk in

Sunset: Alright, that sounds like a plan…

Stellar Flare grins and winks

Stellar Flare: If there’s one thing you should know about me my dear sister-in-law... is that I’m always chock full of plans. ehehehe!

Twilight pulls out a piece of gum to allow Sunburst, Sunset, and Stellar reunite with Sunspot over in New Haven. She blows and soon an image of a rather rickety tiny town shows up

Twilight: Here’s your portal to New Haven. If you can, try to bring Sunspot back here too

Sunburst: Of course, he may even just want to use the portal to his advantage by simply bringing anything he wants to keep from wherever he’s staying. Seeing Sunset’s spirit will bring the closure he’s so sorely wanted, he’ll want to move in back with me and my Mom for good.

As Sunset, Stellar Flaree, and Sunburst get ready to reunite with Sunspot. Some of Twilight’s friends get in a comment on what’s happening thus far.

Applejack: Ah lot o’ reunions happening today, ain’t there Twilight?

Twilight: Sure is, Applejack. But they were all needed, once we discovered this. We’re getting a lot of answers about some important questions, not to mention bringing closure and a chance for friends to talk with beloved relatives and/or other friends of their own that are among the deceased.

Rarity: All these bittersweet, but also happy reunions… I’m starting to fear my eyes are going to have no more tears to shed, with so many of these happening in a row!

Rainbow: Even I’m getting a little emotional about what we’ve learned so far! Sunset’s seems like such an awesome pony... and thanks to her we understand why Starlight’s magic is so amazing!

Scootaloo: We sure do!

Sweetie Belle: Now we sorta have the full context for Starlight’s cutie mark!

Starlight turns toward the 3 fillies and smiles

Starlight: Yes, I now understand my cutie mark much more then I did even just hours ago. So I’d like to thank all three of you. Once we’ve figured out everything that’s happened to my mom... the next step is deciding what I’ll do now with these revelations...

((Story continues after the break))

Stellar and Sunburst go through the portal, Sunset just says behind the portal until they’ve found where Sunspot currently is. Though she stays behind because as Stellar planned, she’s going to come in as soon as Sunburst and her inform Sunspot that his search is over. Sunburst looks around the small town, and very few amount of ponies who don’t even bat an eye as strangers come through a portal. Sunburst looks around the small town, asking what few citizens there were of a light yellow, orange maned unicorn with a cutie mark of light blue clouds.

They point to one particular house, Sunburst and Stellar thank them for the directions. Stellar heads over just outside the door… or rather lack of a door since none of the houses in New Haven really had one, while Sunburst fetches Sunset to come on over from the portal. Stellar & Sunburst head on in, while Sunset waits outside. Stellar & Sunburst then find Sunspot sitting nose deep reading a book.

Stellar: Sunspot, dear?

The voice of his wife surprises Sunspot, and with the book down his appearance in full view. He doesn’t have the mohawk he once had, instead it’s a pretty disheveled and long mane, and he’s even sporting a large beard.

Sunspot: Stellar… Sunburst… did you really come all this way on the train just to see me?

Stellar: We… actually came through a different, and much quicker way. But we hope you have been well, I get all your letters. So I know you’ve been ok this entire time, certainly doesn’t look like you’ve kept up your hygiene though...

Sunspot: Aheheheh… yeah… I’m sorry... it’s just I’ve still been on this search for so long… but…! I think I recently found a major clue when I searched around the top of the Nightmare Cliffs...

Sunburst: Um, Dad… about your search… you have no need for clues anymore…

Sunspot: Huh? What do you mean by that?

Stellar: Sunspot… dear… your search is over…

Sunspot gets out of his chair to stand and looks puzzled

Sunspot: Just what are you implyi-

Sunset’s spirit then walks into the house right in front of her older brother’s view. He’s mouth agape at first, wiping his eyes to even see if this is real. Sunset takes this as a need to speak to help convince her she’s really there

Sunset: I’m sorry, Sunspot… I’ve been dead since barely a week after I last left Sire’s Hollow… I’m afraid your search has been in vain…

Similar to Firelight earlier, he falls to his knees at the confirmation that Sunset, his sister, has been dead all along. Though unlike breaking down like Firelight did, he silently tears up and quietly says...

Sunspot: …I knew it

Sunset, Stellar, and Sunburst all gasp

Stellar Flare: What do you mean you knew it?!

Sunspot: It… relates to the clue I mentioned…

Sunspot brings out a jar, and within it… a disembodied yellow horn. Sunset takes a look and just as suddenly as when Nightmare Cliffs was mentioned, she reacts putting her hooves on the side of her head again as more memory pours in. This time remembering a large rock that was dropped on her head at a precise spot that broke off her horn and gave Sunset a nasty head injury, preceded by and followed by, the sounds… of a child’s laughter.

Sunset: Aaaaagggggghhhhhh!

Sunspot: Sunset! What’s wrong?!

Sunset: Ergh… just… I… remember more… of the moment I died… this wasn’t what killed me exactly… but a big rock dropped on the base of my horn, and it was heavy enough to break it off and I got a brief concussion…

Sunburst: Then that horn in the jar…

Sunspot: Is all that’s left of her body… of course, it being just a yellow horn couldn’t 100% confirm it was Sunset’s... But… when I found it after carefully searching all around the top of the cliffs… I think my heart sank thinking it was hers… and now I know for sure it was…

Stellar and Sunburst both being unicorns themselves reflexively shiver at the sight of Sunset’s horn. The loss of a horn is many a unicorn’s worst fear.

Stellar: Sunset… did perhaps a stalagmite from the cliffs, fall and break your horn? Perhaps then you were fell down into the water not able to swim due to your concussion... and thus drowned…? Perhaps your death may have all been an accident?

Sunset: No, I was on top of the cliffs, I wasn’t down by the ocean where cliff stalagmites could fall on me. Somepony dropped that rock on me, on purpose, and thus crippled much of my control over my magic… it most certainly had to have been a catalyst for my death then… I still don’t have names or the exact moment of death made clear… but… I’m getting there… one more push could do it… if there’s something else that triggers more memory… I feel like it’s close.

Sunspot: A lot must of happened… but… can we begin with… how are you even able to appear after death? This seems like something out of Star Mares, but it couldn’t be that but for real… otherwise you would of been able to do it the moment of death…

Sunset giggles a bit hearing Sunspot mention one of his favorite book series.

Sunset: It’s… not quite the Star Mares force ghost thing… but basically Princess Twilight’s dragon son Spike summoned my spirit via a powerful gem called a Dragon’s Tear on Spike’s necklace. that’s how I was summoned here. It’d take a while to explain everything at once about our… let’s just say afterlife I guess.

Sunspot: I’m surprised there even is an afterlife at all… it astounds me. But I guess I did hear something about Dragon Tears having incredible powers in the hands of a dragon. Spike’s Dragon Tear is what saved Twilight’s friends in a battle in Saddle Arabia. Whatever the facts about our afterlife are though, I am so happy I get to see and talk to you again, Sis. I wish I could hug you again, but I bet I’d just go through you.

Sunset smiles, and decides to try to surprise him

Sunset: Go on, try anyway.

Sunspot: Why? What’s the point?

Sunset: Just do it, bro!

Sunspot: Well alright… but if I fall over…

Sunset: This is starting to sound like whenever I prank’d you when we were kids. But you can’t exactly tell Mom and Dad to ground a spirit *giggles*

Sunspot: That just makes me think that I will fall over *he spits his tongue out at his sister*

Sunset stretches her hooves out into a t-shape anticipating a hug with a smug look on her face

Sunset: Only one way to find ouuuuuut!

Sunspot anticipates he’ll fall over but even if he does, at least he’d be having fun with his sister again and make her laugh. So he gets in closer fully expecting to just slip through, but he is then surprised… with an actual, honest and surprisingly warm hug from his sister that he’s been searching for any trace of for just about an entire decade.

Sunspot: Wow… I didn’t expect Spirits to be so warm… can all Spirits actually hug anypony?

Sunset: Only those who were blood related, lovers, or close friends. I unfortunately wouldn’t be able to hug your wife for instance. But Sunburst probably could, he’s my nephew after all

Stellar shows that by trying to touch Sunset but her hoof simply just goes through like nothing was there. Sunburst approaches to ask for a hug

Sunburst: Mind if I give that a try?

Sunset: Of course!

Sunburst gets a warm hug of his own from his newfound spirit Aunt.

Sunspot: This is all quite interesting, I’d certainly like to know all about what’s been learned if I can

Sunburst: Princess Twilight, Princess Celestia, Spike, the rest of the Elements of Harmy, and a few other ponies are back in a portal back to Sire’s Hollow. If you have any stuff to bring back from this rather rickety home, you can move back in with us pretty much immediately. Now that we’ve found your sister at last, even if it was finding her spirit more then anything.

Sunspot: Of course, now that I know at least the conclusive part of my sister’s fate. I can finally return home for good.

Sunspot turns toward his wife

Sunspot: I’m sorry I made you wait, only for my sister to have been gone long before I even began my search…

Stellar: Oh it’s ok, dear… both me and Sunburst knew you were on a noble cause… and you at least kept us updated where you were, we missed having you at home, but we understood why this was important to you. Especially now that we know Sunset Shimmer of all ponies was who your sister was the whole time… she was a pretty important pony, not to mention she also turned out to be Starlight’s mother…

Sunspot: *gasp* Sunset, you were Starlight’s mother?! I remember Starlight from my time in Sire’s Hollow… but I never knew you married Firelight…

Stellar: I… can only recall that I saw Sunset visit Firelight from across town. But never really got any farther in knowing their relationship. it was before you moved in with me at Sire’s Hollow after our marriage in Canterlot. I didn’t even really get to know Firelight much until Sunburst became friends with Starlight. I’ve always wondered why Firelight didn’t have a mother around for Starlight, but I guess I didn’t realize that the time I saw Sunset may have been more then a random visit from Celestia’s protege at the time.

Sunset: I had a highly secretive wedding with just me, Firelight, and a trusted royal staffer in Canterlot to handle our vows and could keep a secret. They were allowed to mention it to Celestia, but only that I was married, and not who I married, but with some assurances that I wasn’t like… marrying somepony who was a threat to Equestria. I wish I could of gotten a normal wedding, but that was just too risky. I was still hot on the trail of many enemies.at the time. The next few years I managed to get most of them locked up or reformed, but who knows what the future held.

When I felt Equestria was likely to be safe in the time Celestia could find a new protege, I proceeded to start carrying a foal, step down from being Celestia’s protege within the first few months, give birth to Starlight about 6-7 months later… and unfortunately, ended up dying at Nightmare Cliffs while on one last job to save Equestria close to 3 weeks later…

Sunspot: I see now… Perhaps, I’ll have more of a reason to come back to Sire’s Hollow. I can reunite… with the niece that I didn’t even know that I had.

Sunset smiles

Sunset: I’d appreciate that very much, Sunspot. How about we get going back now?

Sunspot: Sure thing, I don’t actually have a lot of stuff to bring back, so you can probably close that portal once I’ve gotten through. I’ll certainly take back the Jar with your horn, the others will want to know the updated facts about your death, and the horn will be evidence. Anything to help you jog your memory, and figure out all that happened.

Sunset nods. Stellar gives her husband a smug look.

Stellar: Are you gonna do anything about your rather… disheveled look? *giggles*

Sunspot: Well… I’ll try to find a barber who can get me my ol’ mohawk back up, but I kinda want to keep the beard.

Stellar: I… guess that’d be ok… I do kind of like how rugged you are now~ Though can I at least ask you to trim it to a reasonable length?

Sunspot laughs

Sunspot: Sure thing, dear. I’d be alright with that

Sunspot, Sunburst, Sunset, and Stellar all walk back to the portal. Another family reunited, and a mystery closer to being solved once and for all.

UP NEXT: Chapter 28: Starlight’s Mother, Part 4 - The Tragedy of Starlight’s Past

[ff-imagines]

Idk why but i think it'll be cute if the best bois got jealous >:3

Best bois jealous: one gets spicy, the other is just a cutie who loves you so much it hurts lmao

Side note: when I get back to my computer I just might continue writing the sweet tofu portion of requested cause I need some nsfw practice heheheheh~

Tofu twins getting jealous...

Sweet tofu:

• oh boy

• if he sees someone hitting on you? It’s honestly kinda terrifying

• I mean, he’s the absolute undefeated king of being creepy

• he’s one of the only food souls that genuinely scares black tea, some rando hitting on you has absolutely no chance getting out of this unscathed

• can honestly seem a little yandere if the person is being aggressive enough

• he’ll just stand behind the other person, smiling unsettlingly wide, and come up behind them, bringing his hand along the persons neck and squeezing

• uses his other hand to twist the person’s arm to a painful point

• just leans his head close to their ear and whispers absolutely terrifying threats of what he’ll do if they don’t get out of this place, and if they dare to show their face near him, or you, ever again

• they’re out of there faster than fucking light as soon as he lets go of their arm

• but if he’s jealous of a friend?

• creepy mode is still on, he just knows he can’t turn to violence

• tries to beckon you away from going out, staying in with him instead

• if that doesn’t work, he kinda broods all day till you get back

• doesn’t want to let you know he’s angry, doesn’t like to show you when he’s upset at any time

• except for when he’s defending you, then he’d full on break their knees no questions asked

• you’re casually working at your desk, him standing around your room

• he’s trying to keep his calm

• but it’s really bothering him

• and eventually a snarky comment on how you and the friend are awful close sneaks past his lips

• “hold up what”

• well it’s out there, he might as well press the issue

• “it’s nothing. You’re just... a little too close, don’t you think?”

• you stand up, ready to defend yourself from a ridiculous assumption

• “what do you mean by that?”

• he kinda thinks you’re playing dumb for a second, maybe it’s some kind of test?

• “are you making a joke? You’re spending so much time you barely have any with me.”

• he’s smirking like he’s trying to play it off jokingly, but you can see his jaw is flexing from how hard he’s clenching his teeth

• “they’re only a friend, sweet.”

• “is that so?”

• he turns more to face you, walking up to you slowly

• “yes. It is so.”

• you’re backing up slightly, he’s still moving forward

• your back hits the wall, his smile is getting wider

• he stops inches away from you, roughly pinning a wrist to the wall while the other smacks against the wall near your shoulder

• he gives a throaty chuckle, and a smile that doesn’t quite meant his eyes

• he slides himself closer, resting his forearm next to your head

• “I’m not convinced, kitten.”

• he leans in incredibly close to your neck, biting down harshly

• you squeak, grasping his shirt with your free hand

• you know he’s purposely leaving a very noticeable mark

• he nibbles on the skin a bit, darkly chuckling as he feels you squirming

• he brings his lips next to your ear, lowering his voice and whispering harshly

• his voice makes you melt under him like a sedative was injected in your veins

• “i think you need a reminder on who you’re dedicated to, kitten~”

• well, a little reminder never hurt anyone~

Salty tofu:

• when salty sees someone hitting on you in public it’s point blank rage

• he’s not as creepy as sweet, more so straight up scary

• you can almost see his anger coming off him in waves

• he’s never been one to keep his anger in check

• he’s not gonna straight up murder them but they’ll... soon learn the error of their ways.

• when it comes to getting jealous of a friend?

• oh no

• he can’t be angry at that person cause he can’t expect you to only talk to him at all times

• even though he wants you too

• so he thinks “ok fine. Maybe I’ll just go with them so I can at least talk a little”

• bad idea. Very bad idea.

• makes him feel worse because your friend and you just seem to click on certain topics he has no goddamn clue about anything on

• and your friend is very touchy

• you guys talk about the past and things he obviously can’t comment on, leaving him out entirely

• and that makes him feel queasy with jealously

• eventually he kinda stops trying to contribute to your guys conversation and he kinda sits on his chair, his hands are clenched so tightly they’re bright white

• he and you walk home in silence

• you can tell he’s upset about something

• gee what gave it away

• and he feels like if he talks he’ll scream out of anger

• he refuses to yell at you, he’ll just go home and screech into a pillow or something

• but the second you guys enter your home you tap his arm

• “hey, you. I didn’t want to say anything while we were in public, but you seem.... annoyed.”

• he doesn’t face you, is just kinda clenching his jaw while digging his nails into his palm

• “... salty?”

• he breaths out, it’s very uneven, like it’s a struggle to not scream out

• “go talk to your friend, you two seem to get along better than we do.”

• that took you for surprise, you haven’t seen this friend in a while, what did he expect other than for you two to catch up?

• “what? Salty, what are you insinuating?”

• he faces you, his lips are brought up in a snarl

• “I don’t know. What am I insinuating? You has so much fun with your friend, you forgot I was even there!”

• “I didn’t forget! We were just talking”

• he scoffs and turns away again

• “if you say so.”

• it sounds like pure venom is leaking from his words

• “I do say so! Where are you going?!”

• he doesn’t answer, just sulks off to his room

• he hasn’t slept in that room since he pledged to you, and he definitely can’t will himself to fall asleep now

• he can’t even find the will to turn on music, he just lays on his bed and faces the wall

• he knows he’s overreacting

• but you and that friend get along so well, they seem to talk so much smoother than he can

• how is he supposed to compete? Should he even try to?

• there’s a knock at the door

• he knows who it is, but he can’t find the will to call out to you

• you enter regardless, sighing when you see him

• “there you are.”

• your voice is soft, kept at a low volume.

• he doesn’t answer, just closes his eyes and tries to fight off the tears of frustration

• he feels the weight shift on the bed, and turns

• he’s facing you, you’re laying down a few inches away from him

• he can’t find his voice, he’s just looking off behind you

• “salty.”

• he forces himself to look at you

• “you know, I love you a lot.”

• he doesn’t move

• “just because some people have things and knowledge you don’t, doesn’t mean you’re any less to me.”

• he stares at you still, his breathing is becoming quicker, he can feel the sob climbing up his throat

• you reach out, wiping some hair off of his face

• “you are not replaceable to me, salty.”

• he closes his eyes, a hiccupy sob rocks through his chest

• you curl yourself into him, keeping him close to you

• he wraps his arms around you tightly, and you just run a hand through his hair as he lets out some soft cries.

• you whisper some small words to him, trying to ease his fear a little

• “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

• his grip on you tightens more

• “you’re the most important person to me. Just because I spend some time with someone else doesn’t make you less to me.”

• “I....know...”

• he manages through hiccups

• “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met, or will meet.”

• he hides his face in the crook of your neck

• “I’m sorry...”

• you rub his back a little

• “it’s ok. You’re ok. I’m right here.”

• after his sobs had calmed down, you spoke again

• “Come on, grab a blanket. Lets take a nap.”

• he hesitantly lets go of you, grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed and throws it over you, sneaking under and grabbing onto you again tightly.

• he gets better as time goes on, his jealously purely comes from a place of insecurity that one day you’ll find a reason to move on.

• emotional self destruction is a hard habit to break, but it’s a lot easier with the support of someone you love.

[mlpdestinyverse]

“A Helping Hand”

In the face of uncertainty, Eventide Twister finds the courage to aid another kid in need.

Feat: Eventide Twister,  Monochrome

Story and Description Under The Cut

-Playing with some stray grass blades in her lap, Eventide awkwardly glances between her best friend, Heather Tart, and two unrecognizable fillies from another class as they sit together in a circle during recess. She quietly listens in as they heartily chat away about different things, from class to hobbies to the latest trends. As much as she wants to add in her own input, a wave of nervousness swallows her words when she notices how deep in conversation the three already are. She finds herself feeling self-conscious, far too aware of the two strangers she had never spoken to before. Eventide had noticed that her friend had been befriending the fillies for the past two weeks. She only wished Heather could have warned her before having them meet up with them during their half-hour break outside.- Filly 1: -raises eyebrow and smiles- You’re really quiet, Eventide. Eventide Twister: -perks up a bit at the sudden acknowledgement. But before she can respond, she hears Heather laugh beside her before giving the top of Eventide’s head a light pat Heather Tart: Pft, she’s always like that. Filly 2: (?) -glances at Eventide- Well, what about you? What kind of music do you like? Eventide: (!) -finds herself smiling excitedly at the subject- Oh! Ireallylikesongswithpiano! Or really nice guitar! My mom knows how to play guitar and she’s been trying to teach me but now she might schedule piano lessons for- Heather: -quickly interjects, wincing as she quietly hisses- Slow down, Eve. Eventide: -halts completely, glancing at Heather to find her friend eyeing her with a frown. She can’t help but stare, bewildered and taken aback. Never before had Heather ever corrected her. Turning back to the other two fillies, she realizes they’re glancing at each other before looking back at her without a word. Feeling a pang of guilt, Eve looks away- Sorry… Filly 1: It’s okay- ooh! -both she and the other filly notice another group of kids - presumably their friends - on the other side of the playground. One of the colts waves them over- Sorry, we gotta go guys! Filly 2: -stands up with the other filly, and waves at them as they move away- See ya Heather! Bye Eventide! Heather: -grins and waves enthusiastically- Bye guys!! Eventide: -smiles shyly and waves as well. Admittedly, she feels relieved that they’re alone once more. She looks up at Heather as the filly giggles happily and stands. When Heather holds out her hand, Eve happily gratefully takes it, pulling herself up- Heather: -blissfully swings her and Eventide’s hands together- SEE, I told you! Aren’t they the coolest?? They’re, like, the smartest girls in our grade and- -Heather yelps as she turns and ends up tripping over a stray root. Eventide tries to pull her back by her hand and is ready to steady her, but Heather manages to balance herself- Eventide: Areyouokay?? Heather: Uuugh, I’m fine…-continues to tug Eventide along by her hand- I didn’t see it, that’s all… Eventide: -frowns, moving to match her friend’s pace- Shouldn't you wear your glasses? Why’d you take them off? Heather: -pouts- They make me look lamer than I already am… Eventide: (!) Hey! You’renotlame! Heather: -scoffs, eyelids drooping- Maybe. But being a part of a family of hicks is. -groans and slaps a hand over her eyes, sliding it down- I’m telling you, Eve, I can’t WAIT until the day I can live it up in Canterlot and get away from this stupid farm life. It’s so embarrassing… -As Heather frowns, looking rather distant as they walk (forcing Eve to keep an extra eye on the ground), Eventide finds herself...worrying about her friend. Time and time again, the lavender filly has vented about how she felt about her family; what it was like to feel like a nobody in such a large, expansive family tree like her own, unable to stand out amongst her many cousins. How she desperately wanted to be more than just a farm hand like her parents and most of her family. Not enjoying the sight of her friend in one of her negative moods, Eve can’t help but try to offer positivity- Eventide: You can be an Apple AND be cool! Look at Applebloom and Applejack! One day you’ll be real big like them, and- Heather: Hmph...Applejack’s really annoying and just forces me to do farm work when I don’t want to...it doesn’t matter if she’s friends with the princess, she’s like, the lamest out of all of Princess Twilight’s friends. And Applebloom might be kind of popular, but she’s still just some farmer with her weird accent and dirty clothes and whatever. I doubt anyone takes her as seriously as her other friends. Eventide: -looks at the ground nervously. She doesn’t agree with those statements, recalling how kind both mares were towards her, but doesn’t want to accidentally worsen her friend’s fragile mood- Oh… Heather: -sighs dreamily, cupping her freckled face with her free hand- But it’ll be different for me! No one will ever see me as just another Apple! -holds out her hand in front of her, as if she could already see the future- One day, everyone will be seeing Heather Tart walking with Canterlot’s greatest socialites and nobles!! I’ll be going to fancy parties and talking to all of the famous ponies, and even the princesses! Eventide: -smiles, squeezing the filly’s hand. This is the side of her best friend that she admires and loves seeing; the one that cherishes her dreams- You’ll totally get there! You’re really good at blending in and talking to ponies! Heather: -grins, clearly priding in that comment- It IS my talent~ -gestures with her head towards the group of kids in the distance that were no doubt a blob of color in her eyes- Which is AWESOME, cause I read that knowing how to make social connections is important if you want to make it to the top~!  -meeting Eventide’s eyes, her own magenta orbs glitter with ambition- And if I’m going to get to Canterlot’s high society one day, I need to start early. Eventide: -smiles sheepishly- That’ssocool...I wish I had a big dream like you. I like doing a lot of things, but I still don’t really know what I want to do… -Eventide glances down at her cutie mark displayed on her shoulder; a colorful twister with out-of-place music notes dotting the design. How that aspect connects to her talent is beyond her. No matter what she did, looking at it still felt weird. To think flying fast enough to catch Ms. Pinkie Pie's stray, flying cake at her own birthday party the previous year was all it took for her to gain her mark (it was a shame that the pretty dress her mother had bought her for the occasion managed to get torn on twigs in the process) . Flying fast was nice, but what was she supposed to do with that talent? Everypony kept recommending the Wonderbolts, but the thought just...didn’t click with her.- Heather: -chuckles and shrugs- Well, whatever you end up doing, learning to stop being so socially awkward could help. Eventide: -winces, feeling a bit of discomfort in the comment. The strange smile Heather flashes her only worsens the feeling, as if the filly found some amusement in her own remark- Idotry... Heather: Psh, well try a little harder! Eventide: -lowers her gaze, uncertain how to respond and still feeling discomfort- Heather: -hums obliviously, swinging their hands again as they follow the back wall of Friendship Elementary and head towards the side of the building where the entrances to the outdoor bathrooms were- Anyway! You’ll go inside the bathroom with me, right?? It’s all creepy and quiet in this corner- -Heather quiets when the two of them hear some voices from around the corner of the building. While at first Eventide assumes some other kids were either leaving or entering the bathrooms themselves, the two fillies slow to a halt when they begin to make out voices- ???: Please give it back! ???2: Whoops! Missed it again! ???: Stop throwing it like that! ???3: HAH, come on, this way! Eventide: -exchanges wary glances with Heather before the two of them quickly tiptoe to the corner together, peering around it-

-She immediately sees an older filly and an older colt throwing a blue notebook to one another. Between them, a shorter pegasus with dark hair and light streaks turns from one kid to the other, their rounded, stressed green gaze following the notebook- ‘Bullies...even Princess Twilight’s school has them.’’ Heather: -cringes, whispering- Yikes...nevermind, let’s go. Eventide: (!) -whispers- Shouldn’twehelpthem? Heather: -pulls her head back in disbelief, whispering harshly- Wha- no! They’ll just go after us like that kid! -tugs at her hand- Come on! Eventide: -brows narrowing back, Eve can’t bring herself to budge from her spot. Hearing the kid’s pleas, watching how increasingly upset they’re becoming, Eventide feels a great deal of worry, as well as anger, as she watches the scene- ‘What would mom do…’ …-biting her lip, she soon finds her body moving from their hiding place, ignoring Heather hissing her name. With clenched fists at her sides, she manages to find her voice- Hey! -All three kids turn their heads towards the voice, only to find Eventide standing there, wide-eyed and shaking like a leaf- Colt: Psh… -raises an eyebrow and rests his hands, one still holding the notebook, onto his hips- What? What do you wa- ???: -realizing the colt is distracted, they dart for the notebook and attempt to grab it back- Colt: (!) Ha, no way-! -yanks the notebook back. However, the harsh movement and tugging causes the notebook to tear, leaving a cover and numerous ripped and crumpled pages in his hand- ???: -gasps, staring in horror and distress at the mess- Filly: Well geez, way to overreact kid. Colt: -laughs- Whoops! Hey, you’re the one who pulled first-! Heather: I'M TELLING PRINCIPLE TWILIGHT!! -the three ponies, including Eventide, turn towards the direction of the loud voice, only to find no one there. The sound of quick retreating footsteps around the corner can be heard, causing the two older kids to exchange worried glances- Filly: W-wait, we were just playing! Colt: -throws the papers in his hand to the ground and begins running, completely ignoring Eventide as he passes her and quickly rounds the corner with his friend in tow- Yeah stop, it was an accident!! Eventide: -while she feels some worry for her friend, she hears soft rustling and turns, seeing the remaining pegasus on their knees to pick up the scattered ripped papers. Taking in their disheartened expression, Eve moves to pick up the closest paper to her and moves to kneel by the kid. Holding out the paper, she smiles sadly- Here. ???: (!) -surprise flashes across their face. Another second passes before they carefully take the paper from her, their voice soft- Thank you… Eventide: They were real jerks…areyouokay? -notices how the kid’s mouth presses into a tight line, their green gaze downcast and only deepening her worry. Yet they nod- W-whathappened? How come you were over here alone with em...? ???: -sighs, gathering the papers into their lap- ...I saw this dragonfly and...really wanted to draw it. It flew over here so I followed it. But I ran into them instead... Eventide: -puzzled- Draw-? -Eve cuts herself off as she picks up a ripped paper she noticed laying behind the kid, her expression full of wonder as she gives it a good look.  A half-finished drawing of a pegasus with bug-like - dragonfly-like- wings stares back at her. Eventide: Holymoly...thisissopretty! ???: -peers at the drawing in her hand. But their expression quickly twists into dismay- No… Eventide: -looks up- W-what’swrong? ???: -balls up their fists in their lap, miserably staring at the ripped paper- I drew that for my friend...h-he said he liked dragonflies the last time I saw him, and he’s been really sad lately so I just- -bites down on their lip and lowers their gaze, tears pricking at the corner of their eyes, their voice coming out hoarser- Now it’s ruined. Eventide: -ears flatten, watching the kid wipe at their eyes with a fist. Newfound determination bubbles up within her and she shoves a hand into one of her vest pockets- Holdon! ???: (?) -glances up at her in confusion- Eventide: -whips out a small roll of clear tape- Therewego! ???: -blinks- ...you...carry tape with you? Eventide: My dad says you can never go wrong with tape. -places a hand on their shoulder, smiling gently- It’llbeokay! Watch! -lays the drawing down and lines up the ripped edges before carefully fixing the rip with tape on both sides. Feels the kid quietly watching- Aaand there! Itstilllooksamazing! And even if you don’t give this one to your friend, maybe it can help you if you want to redraw it? ???: …-slowly exhales- Yeah, that’s...that’s a good idea. -takes their drawing back. Meeting Eventide’s blue gaze, they finally offer her a soft, sincere smile- Thank you… Eventide: -grins cheerily- Mhm! Hey um, what’syourname? ???: Oh...my name’s Monochrome. But it’s kind of long, so um...you can call me Mo, or Momo- Eventide: (!!) -claps her hands together, eyes sparkling- ‘Momo’issocute! Okay! Um, my name’s Eventide Twister! YoucancallmeEve! It’s nice to meet you! Monochrome: -blushes- That's a really pretty name. Um.... -nervously shuffles the papers in their lap- Nice to meet you too... Eventide: How come I’ve never seen you before?? Monochrome: Oh. Well, I’m in 5th grade. Eventide: (!) Whoa, you’re two years older! Monochrome: Yeah. And I usually draw during recess. -shifts their eyes away- I’m...not really good at talking to ponies. Eventide: Aw, that’s okay…-glances down and sheepishly rubs the back of her hand- I’mthesame… Monochrome: -stares at her curiously- Really…? Eventide: Mhm. I get real nervous talking to anyone I don’t know. But it kinda helps to have a friend with me- -both Eventide and Mo glance up upon hearing the ringing of the school bell. Standing up, Eve offers Monochrome a hand, one they stare at for a moment before gently taking, pulling themself up- Monochrome: Well...thanks again, Eventide. -smiles softly- Bye then... -begins walking away, the remnants of their drawings and notebook clutched against their chest- Eventide: (!) I’llseeyouaround! -when Mo turns to give her a puzzled look, as if surprised by those words, she continues with a bright beam- I wanna see more of your drawings next time! Maybe we can doodle together! -Something about that lights up Monochrome’s eyes, and they eagerly nod and smile back. As they begin to rush off and round the corner, Eventide notices them suddenly jerk back, as if almost running into something. Ducking their head, Mo murmurs a quick apology before walking around whatever is around the corner. To Eventide’s relief and delight, Heather walks into view, though she eyes Monochrome with a strange look as they retreat.- Eventide: Heather!! -runs towards her- Heather (!): -opens her arms and catches Eventide as she throws her own arms around her. She snickers- Well geez, missed me much? Eventide: -pulls back to clasp Heather's hands between her own- I’msogladyou’reokay. Did those bullies catch up with you? Heather: PFT, catch up? I hid behind the first door I saw! -smirks and pulls her hands back to cross her arms in satisfaction- They were dumb enough to go running around for somepony they never even saw! Eventide: Huh…? You...didn’t tell a teacher? Heather: -scoffs- No way...! I’m no snitch, Eve! I already told you they’d start picking on us if we messed with them! If that kid wants to report it, they can speak up for themself. Eventide: -face twists in confusion, her ears flattening- A-areyousure...? Heather: 'Course I am. Speaking of, I saw you were making friends with the loner?? Eventide: ‘Loner’…? Heather: Yeah, that kid. The one who just sits in a corner all quiet and writes stuff in their notebook. Eventide: Oh! Theirname’sMonochrome, andtheyactuallydraw! They’re really good! Heather: Eeeh sure… Eventide: And they’re really nice! You should meet them! Heather: -laughs uncomfortably, glancing off to the side while rubbing her arm- Yeah, not really the kind of friend I should make, Eve. -raises an eyebrow, that strange amused smile on her muzzle again- But I guess you being friends with them kind of makes sense? Eventide: (...??) -hesitantly smiles back, not quite understanding- Huh? Heather: (!) -takes Eventide’s hand and begins leading her again- C’mon! We’re gonna be late! Don’t want to miss choir, right~? Eventide: -manages to perk up again at the mention of one of her favorite classes- Ah, right! -following a step behind her friend to their lined up class, she worries about Monochrome, just catching a glimpse of their dark tail as they disappear into the school with their class. New prickles of guilt hits her when she spots the two bullies following the older classes into the building.- ‘Is it...really okay to just say nothing?’

Presenting the day Eventide and Monochrome met as kids, kill me softly. I just want to give a fair warning to the people who will inevitably ship ChromeTwister that I too am fond of this relationship and if different ships can be canon in different AUs, this one is absolutely a thing in some AU of Destinyverse. But in this main canon timeline, it isn't the end-game relationship in mind for either of them. Doesn't mean you can't enjoy their ship of course!! Have fun with different pairings in Destinyverse! Just keep it in mind and um, don't have ship wars? That's all I ask. <xD

If you want a reminder of what their general friendship was like, check out Mo's little speech in "Admirer".

[onesmallbunny]

Haechan x Reader

Request by my lovely @justrinpcy: “Hello Louise :3 Could you write an imagine where Y/N is very sad at the moment, maybe depressed. If you don't want to write about depression you can choose why she is sad recently. So her boyfriend Haechan is pretty worried about her and tries to cheer her up and help her with her sadness/depression. Fluff is apreciated because I love fluff. »

I love fluff too (but you probably know that now lmao) Anyway hope you’ll like it!!

Genre: fluff Words count: 2k

“Alright kids, we’re done for today!” shouted Taeyong at the end of the song, trying to catch his breath. “You did well!”

The other members, exhausted, smiled to him. Some of them were on the floor, almost dying, others were drinking water. This training session was exhausting. Haechan, on the other hand, was on his phone, laying against Mark who was eating a chocolate bar.

“I swear, this Hyung is going to kill us, on day…” said Haechan, looking at Taeyong.

“We have a comeback soon, we have to get ready…”

“But I want to sleep!” complained the younger boy.

“Then you should sleep instead of talking on the phone with your girlfriend all the night, idiot.”

Everyone laughed at Doyoung’s joke and Haechan, embarrassed, rolled his eyes.

“You guys are jealous.” He said. “I have a girlfriend cause I’m a cutie and you guys are just ugly.” He stood up and confronted Doyoung with a mischievous smile. The others looked at them, laughing and enjoying their little fight.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Doyoung patted his younger friend’s head lightly and smiled. “Look at this baby doing his best to act like an adult. He’s cute.”

“Yah Hyung.” Haechan laughed and pretended to attack him.

“Alright kids, enough.” Finally said Taeyong, also smiling. “Let’s go back home, okay?”

“Hyung, I have to call Y/N. I won’t be long, I promise.”

NCT’s leader nodded and Haechan took his phone and called you. But, surprisingly, you did not reply. Raising an eyebrow, Haechan looked at the little clock in the training room; It was only 10 pm.

“Well okay, that’s new…” he whispered to himself.

“What’s wrong, Hyung?” asked Jisung, curious.

“It’s Y/N. She’s not repling.”

“Maybe she’s just busy, you know.” Said Taeil, coming in Haechan’s back to pat his shoulder with a smile. “You should not worry like this.”

Haechan just nodded a little, and tried to call you again. The other members stayed with him, trying to reassure him. You still weren’t replying…

“Hyung, something is wrong.” Haechan finally said to Johnny who was right next to him, after calling you for the hundredth time. “We are supposed to call each other every day. She said she’ll be free tonight. But she’s not replying. Something is weird.

Johnny sighed a little and looked at Taeyong in silence. After a moment of silence where the two parental figure of the group were staring at each other while the other were looking at Haechan, concerned, Taeyong nodded and Johnny finally looked back at Haechan.

“Okay, I can drive you to her place.” He said. Haechan stared at him with round and shocked eyes.

“R-Really?” he whispered.

“You seem concerned, and we know Y/N is important for you, and even for us. I’m driving you to her place and if something is wrong, you call me or Taeyong, okay?”

The young boy nodded and took all his stuff. While the other members were all going back the dorm, Johnny was waiting for Haechan, next to his motorbike. He gave a helmet to Haechan and told him to get on the motorbike.

“Are you ready?” he asked while heating the engine. Haechan just nodded, his serious look staring at him. “Then let’s go.”

Haechan was holding Johnny’s waist firmly. After a moment, feeling stressed and concerned for you, Haechan asked Johnny to go faster. The older man just did as he asked, and they both arrived at your house very quickly.

“Thanks, Hyung.” Said Haechan coming off the motorbike and giving him back the helmet. “I’ll pay you back for that…”

“Please don’t. Go save you damsel in distress, little prince.” He replied, laughing.

“Hyung…” Haechan finally smiled next to him and blushed a little.

Without further do, Haechan left Johnny and took the keys of your flat you gave him. He turned the keys in the lock, worried and opened the door carefully. As he was closing the door behind him, Haechan heard Johnny going away with his motorbike.

“Y/N?” he asked, taking off his shoes. The apartment was quiet, all the lights were one, but no one replied. Haechan walked to the kitchen, then the leaving room, expecting to see you. But you weren’t there.

Then, suddenly, Haechan jumped a little of surprised, hearing a sound coming from the bed room. He went closer and clearly heard someone crying inside. Haechan shyly opened the door and discovered you, laying in your bed, under your blanket, crying. Worried, your boyfriend ran to you and automatically took you in his arm. He was both worried and relieved to see you here.

“Y/N what’s wrong…” he asked softly. You couldn’t answer, and Haechan quickly understand that. He finally decided to wait for your answer and just cuddle you, caressing your hair.

You were strongly holding him, crying all your tears against Haechan. You hated being seen like this, especially by your precious boyfriend. He was the most important, supportive and caring person around you, with the other NCT members. They were like a real family, to you. The family you never had…

After a long moment, you finally stopped crying. Haechan was still holding you, in silence. Usually, this kid was pretty noisy. But in those moment, he knew where to stop. You moved away from him a little, rubbing your eyes. Haechan was still staring at you in silence, wondering where to start. He was not very good at comforting sad people.

“I’m sorry…” you finally said with a weak voice. Haechan took your hand and gave you a soft smile.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry.”

And you stayed silent like this for a moment, once again. Haechan had so many question to ask, but was probably too worried to tell you anything, right now. He cleared his throat after a moment.

“If you want to talk about it…” he said shyly, still holding your hand. “You know I’m here for that.”

“Thank you, Haechan…”

“I’ll be a good listener, I promise.”

You giggled a little. Hearing this precious little sound made Haechan smile, relieved. He kissed your little hand softly and waited for you to start, in silence, trying to focus.

“It’s just… You know. My mother…”

“Ah…” he sighed a little.

“Yes, as usual.”

Haechan took you again in his arms, feeling you were about to cry again. Your boyfriend knew your relationship with your mother was awful; she was very mean to you, and never supported you. It was so difficult for you, Haechan was aware of that, but he never knew how to make things go better. He wanted to meet her and have discussion with her, but you never wanted to, and tried as much as you could to hide your relationship with Haechan to her, so she’ll leave him alone.

“What did she tell you?” he finally asked, a little angry.

“The usual stuff. She was probably bored so she called me to tell me I was useless, ugly, annoying… As usual.”

Once again, Haechan sighed. This time, you could clearly hear he was definitely angry. You put your head on his shoulder, looking at the wall in front of you.

“But it’s okay. I’m used to it, now.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

Another moment of silence where you both stared at the wall, holding each other’s hands. Then, Haechan took your little face in his hands and stared at you.

“Next time this happen, you call me, okay? I was extremely worried, Y/N…”

“I’m sorry… I needed to be alone…”

“I know. But just send me a text, then. I won’t come unless you ask me to.”

You nodded and gave him a little smile, but Haechan did not move at all. He was still staring at you, right in the eyes.

“And next time she calls you… Do not answer. Or do not listen to her. You know she’s stupid and she just wants to hurt you.” You nodded again, looking down. “She’s wrong. You’re not useless, stupid or ugly or anything like that. You’re amazing… And pretty…”

You smiled a little. Haechan was embarrassed but you knew he was doing his best to make you feel better. Comforting people hasn’t his strongest point, but seeing doing his best to make you smile again was the best thing he could do.

“Thank you Haechan… Thank you so much.” You said, smiling.

“I’m sorry… I want this to stop- How can a mother act like this…”

“I don’t know, Haechan…”

He looked at you with a soft gaze and kissed the top of your head, softly. Then, he took you in his arms, and hold you tight, close to him.

“I’ll protect you.” He whispered in your neck, slowly. “I’ll do anything I can to protect you, and make sure you won’t cry because of her ever again.”

You smiled shyly and blushed a little, holding him, and rested your head on his chest. You whispered a little thank you, smiling.

“Haechan?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay here tonight…?”

Surprised, Haechan looked at you and blinked twice. You suddenly blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

“If you have plan tomorrow, you can leave, it’s okay!”

“Actually, tomorrow is my day off. So, if you want, I can stay.”

You gave him the happiest smile and hugged him, hiding your red face in his neck, shyly. Haechan laughed a little and took your face in his hands again and covered it with cute kisses. Embarrassed but happy, you were giggling while trying to push him away.

“Haechan stop, I can’t breath!!” you told him so he’ll leave you alone, while laughing.

“Stop lying, I know you want moooore!!”

You couldn’t stop laughing and neither could Haechan. After a moment of intense war, you both fell on the bed, laughing, and exhausted. You stared at each other, still smiling, Haechan holding your hand.

“I love you…” you whispered suddenly, making him blushed, flustered. He smiled even more and whispered you back while coming closer to you.

“I love you too…”

His smiling lips meet yours, and you slowly closed your eyes enjoying the moment, your hands on his hair, his on your face and your waist. All you could his was the sound of your hearts against each other.

At the dorm, Johnny was in his room, waiting for Haechan’s text. Suddenly, his phone rang and he took it. After a moment, he smiled a little. Curious, Doyoung, who was next to him went closer.

“Who is it? Is Haechan okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Oh yeah, he is.”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow and took Johnny’s phone. The message was, as expected, from Haechan. Doyoung red it and make a shocked sound.

I’m not coming back, tonight. Y/N needs me. Good night, Hyung! Tell Taeyong-Hyung I’m okay.

“Oh my god…” he whispered to his Hyung.

“This child is growing up so fast.” Said Johnny with a little smile. “Wait here I have to tell Taeyong, or he won’t sleep.”

“Wait is he going to sleep with a girl?”

“Yes. And it’s his girl so I guess it’s fine.”

“He’s a kid!”

“Doyoung he’s 18…” Johnny laughed. “Don’t be jealous!”

“I’m not!!”

Embarrassed, Doyoung blushed and softly punched Johnny. Suddenly, Johnny’s phone rang again. The message was from Haechan, again.

“What is it again?”

“Is something wrong with him…”

Johnny opened it and burst into laughter. Then he gave the phone to Doyoung, confused.

Hyung please tell Doyoung-Hyung I’m sleeping with my girlfriend while he is going to sleep alone with his teddy bear. His face is too funny when he’s jealous.

“I swear I’m going to kill him, one day.”

[marvelandponder]

Lore Galore

Comic books are weird, huh? Due to the nature of the industry, often times the big distributors will have crossover events with huge ramifications on stories and characters for the purpose of attracting readership. Not the sole purpose, but in the same way MLP is one giant toy commercial, if you wanted, you could boil it down to the business behind the stories.

In a way, that’s what Campfire Tales is: a crossover event. One of many to come, as there are 3 more stories left to tell and apparently, a tie-in with the season finale, Shadow Play Parts 1 and 2.

As someone who’s studied a bit of business and as a writer, it’s something I have to appreciate. Smart business tactics that allow for the telling of new kinds of stories.

We all know what it feels like we’re just watching a gimicky commercial. But when creatives are allowed to build a story out of a business opportunity, well, it can turn out to be amazing. Just look at the show as a whole!

I brought that up because you’re not going to think of this episode as a way to sell comics (or toys) at all when you watch it, and that’s kickass. Instead, you’re going to think of it as an excuse for the comic staff and the show staff alike to create their own mythology.

Does that mythology have as much impact as it could? Not necessarily. But it’s actually not because it’s a tie-in to the comics.

I imagine a great number of you haven’t been able to keep up with the Legends of Magic comic series, and thus, are worried you might be missing something that’s hindering your enjoyment of these stories. 

For one @drwolf001 is physically unable to follow them due to headaches caused by reading. So, I can imagine he and those of us who can’t afford to buy the comics might think they needed to read them to get the most out of this episode.

I can assure you, that’s not the case. 

Essentially what each issue of Legends of Magic has done is tell a story that takes place after the stories we see here.

So far, that includes a story about Rockhoof after he joins the prestigious Helm, Mistmane on one of her travels beautifying Equestria, and Flash Magnus on another legion adventure in Griffon territory with the Titus in tow. As well, the series began with a story about young Luna and Celesita, and Starswirl’s guiding them through a fight, presumably after the origin story we still have yet to receive for him (PLEASE give us a Starswirl origin story. Or just the origin story of how he chose Luna and Celestia as his students).

By telling stories that take place afterward, they totally dodge the issue of fans needing to buy the comics to understand the stories presented in-episode (and so far, I had been greatly enjoying the stories of the comics, even without the context of these original legends that these characters supposed to be known for in-universe).

With that said, why does it feel to some that this is still lacking if it’s not due to a lack of information presented? And why do some of us not feel that lack?

Well, I’d say this: 1. The narration gets in the way, and 2. If you were already attached because of the comics, it won’t bother you. Plus, there are aspects that are done really well.

The narration thing doesn’t seem like it would be an issue until you watch back Rockhoof’s legend, and realize none of the characters have a single line of dialogue that isn’t laughing.

That would be fine if it were told all visually, but Applejack’s narrating throughout the whole legend.

Now, in an anthology episode, you don’t have a lot of time to spare. But as a Simpsons fan whose seen a great number of Treehouse of Horror and other anthology episodes, I know they can still be very effective and suck you in despite the short time these stories have to be told in.

So that’s really the key: sucking you in. And having Applejack’s narration throughout the story prevents us from fully breathing in the gorgeous atmosphere and connecting with these characters themselves. We’re constantly reminded that this is a story within a story.

Like, okay, just for example, wouldn’t it have been more effective and impactful to hear the emotional townsfolk decide to stay and be burnt alive like the people of Pompeii (not that the people of Pompeii chose to stay)?

Even if we don’t have a lot of time, if the performance is emotional enough and atmosphere is heavy enough, you could have a really subtly dark moment that instantly grabs you and convinces you how grave this situation is.

The more specific they get, the better. Not just, “I’ve lived here my whole life,” but “my father’s farm is here. My grandfather before him, and me before my son. I don’t know how to leave.”

It would really make you root for Rockhoof and understand what he’s going through if we could’ve heard from him.

Also: I’ve seen complaints about him getting buff instantly via magic (talk about zero to hero in no time flat), but that’s in the spirit of mythology. It’s often based more on the emotional arc of the characters than the logic of how that magic would actually work. So, I think if we had connected with him more, we would’ve been more willing to buy the emotion of that scene: the desperation yet determination that had him digging so furiously he grew muscles thanks to the magic in his shovel.

Can I also just stop to say I love all these myths?

I think they could’ve been done better to have amazing impact, honestly, because the stories themselves are so classical in nature. Man vs. nature, a jealous empress hoarding beauty, a brave soldier who had to outsmart his gargantuan foes!

I’m a bit of a history nerd, and have loved mythology for quite a while, and these are honestly some really well thought out myths. Again, not in the sense that it makes sense that Rockhoof would get suddenly buff or that Mistmane could physically trade her beauty to fix the dying plants in town, but they touch on a lot of themes and tropes classic myths actually did!

And honestly, the only reason I’m hard on this episode at all is because I can see just how much work went into it and how gorgeous it actually is. Did you see the detail they put into each of these three cultures? The settings that were so beautiful rendered by the artists? Did you hear that William Anderson scored each one to sound different and appropriate to the culture they were based on?

I personally had a pretty good time with this episode, but I honestly think it could’ve been phenomenal! Yet another breath-taking entry into mid-season 7! 

Again, for me, I want to make it clear that this is by no means an episode-ruining flaw, it’s more that it’s already good and could’ve been fantastic. I want to make that clear because I really liked this one and think it deserves props all the same.

So, yes, it isn’t necessarily a problem of the comics or even run-time, but they needed to be clear with their emotions (not to mention succinct).

There were performances that actually did start to sell it, though (which, again, is why I wanted more). The pony explaining what Sable did to the village didn’t just exposit the information, you could hear how morose and beaten down he was. To me, he felt like a real character whose been living under this unfair ruler for years.

And Cathy Wesluck did a pretty great job with Mistmane, as well, and from what I can tell, hers is the most popular story because of it. And again, you can argue jealousy is a weak motivation for a villain, but myths are based in emotion, and I think for what little time we spent with Sable, she also sold that bitterness pretty damn well.

Flash Magnus’s commander gave another great performance while giving Flash the Titus (and honestly, Flash did, too; even though the Titus is just another Magical Item, the awed way he held it when he got it actually made me a little excited for him). You can tell what kind of commander he is, even if you haven’t seen him in the comics, and how important this moment it to him.

And, apart from the myths, the sisters themselves had some cute interactions. Rainbow was especially cocky this episode, and twice acted impulsively despite her hero, Flash Magnus, outsmarting his enemies by thinking through a plan beforehand (I actually thought that’s where they were going with that, that Applejack or Rarity would point out that sure, Rainbow is brave like Flash Magnus, but she doesn’t always think things through like him, and then Dash would have to think of plan to get them out instead of just charging ahead blindly)---but her interactions with Scootaloo saved her from being unlikable, especially when she picked up on how scared Scootaloo was this time (yay! Character development!) and gave her hugs and comfort in front of the others without hesitation.

Now, I think that covers most of the big things for the story, so onto the details!

Details, Thoughts, and Whatnots

Awww! Rarity is growing as a character! Good for her, learning not pack a million bags

Rainbow Dash nearly killed herself eating berries: again, I feel like she should’ve learned to stop acting impulsively

Although, Dashie referring to herself as Scootaloo’s big sister is adorable, so she’s an adorable idiot if nothing else

FLYDERS ARE THE MOST TERRIFYING CONCEPT THE SHOW HAS COME UP WITH EVER END OF STORY

A very small detail I liked: the animators made Applebloom flick her tail to shoo away the bugs, which is a real thing horses do. I just like seeing the ponies be ponies sometimes, it’s cute

Sometimes I forget how good Sweetie’s getting with her magic. Most unicorns tend to only learn levitation and a few other spells related to their cutie marks. Sweetie is actually advanced for her age thanks to her lessons with Twilight

I repeat: Rainbow Dash, you adorable idiot. One minute she’s bragging about herself, the next she’s comforting Scootaloo. And then flying out into a storm of Flyders to grab their firepit. What a cute dummy

I find it adorable that Applejack needs to say that Rockhoof was the son of a farmer. It’s Applebloom who points out that that makes him just like them, but I think the fact that AJ brought it up at all means she likes that fact, too.

Excuse me while I go cry over The Perfect Pear again...

WOW THAT’S A PRETTY NORSE VILLAGE!!! And I love that they’re the type of warriors who laugh with each other when one of them nearly dies (well, fake dies, in practice, but that’s what they’re laughing at, that he would’ve been dead if that had been a real fight)

For those of you wondering, Rockhoof’s cutie mark is a Valknut, a Norse symbol. There’s scholarly debate as to what it’s meant to represent, but some believe it has relation to the god Odin:

“This is thought to symbolize the power of the god to bind and unbind, mentioned in the poems and elsewhere. Odin had the power to lay bonds upon the mind, so that men became helpless in battle, and he could also loosen the tensions of fear and strain by his gifts of battle-madness, intoxication, and inspiration.” (x)

You know what I really like? The outhouses. It’s such a small detail they didn’t need to put in---that Rockhoof dug ditches specifically for outhouses---but they did, and it makes the world feel that much more lived-in and real.

See? The devil is in the details with this episode! They crammed in quite a bit already

RAINBOW DASH YOU ADORABLE CHILD (she’s just as excited as the actual children, and that delights me to no end)

Applebloom has honestly never been more adorable to me as she was when she was excited about Rockhoof’s legend

Speaking of adorable, Rarity is such a sweetheart, comforting her sister when she’s upset. I also just really appreciate the way Tabitha St. Germain says the line “Even these blah rocks aren’t really blah!”

The reference back to A Royal Problem and Twily as a Ballerina tho

This episode lets us see the best side of Rarity, to quite honest. Seeing what she really defines as beauty and what she really values. Excellent execution of the idea that these stories are supposed to match the storyteller.

Which is why letting the townsfolk speak in Rockhoof’s would’ve been best, because you could’ve had the same thing with Applejack, and how she would do anything for her family and her town.

Also: I love that when Mistmane leaves for magic school, you can see Sable Spirit slide out of the crowd. It’s an obvious cue to the audience to pay attention to her, but also not too obvious 

Mistmane’s magic school is eastern inspired, and that’s really cool. Now I’m thinking that these curved-horned ponies are the Eastern Unicorns we’ve heard about once or twice

Mage Meadowbrook was an Eastern Unicorn, according to Twilight in the season 5 premiere---which, by the way, is now false: Mage Meadowbrook’s design is an earth pony (Twi did say she hadn’t studied up on her...)---but Twilight says she hasn’t studied her, which I think implies that there are different kinds of magic all over the world, and that Twilight is in fact only a master of Western magic.

GOD, that background score is good. And again: BEAUTIFUL backgrounds, I love this misty mountain village so much

Applebloom giving her friends sass gives me life

I like that Sable Spirit wears a black veil. It’s very clear way to show she’s still insecure about her looks and bitter about it, despite the way Mistmane later openly embracing looking like an old mare

THE DRAGON BATTLE WITH THEIR MAGIC. DUDE. GUYS. GIRLS. NONBINARY PEOPLE. EVERYONE. THAT’S COOL AS HELL!

I wish the room was darker to show off the light, and throw colours onto Mistmane and Sable Spirit, but still, holy crap is that a cool way to show a magic duel

Okay: the background music when Mistmane makes her sacrifice? Absolutely gorgeous. I only wish they let it swell and be louder, it’s so freaking good. I would’ve cried if they did, I kid you not. It reminds me of Kung Fu Panda, which are beautiful composed movies with a basis in Chinese culture---and in those movies, I’ve cried in moments of personal growth and sacrifice because of the gorgeous swelling music. I think I read a comment from someone that said they did cry during Mistmane’s story, and I bet you anything it’s because they heard the background music that accentuates how beautiful that moment is

GOD, the more I watch this episode back for details, the more I love it...

Redemption is magic strikes again!

SCARED SCOOTALOO IS THE SINGLE MOST ADORABLE THING!!! I WANT TO PROTECT HER!!!

The Royal Legion existed before the Wonderbolts were founded, huh? Well, for those of you who need a refresher in Wonderbolts history: The E.U.P. Guard was created after Nightmare Moon was banished to protect Celestia and keep the peace. That means this story takes place at least a thousand years ago, which is important, because Ember’s dad Torch was there, and that, I think for the first time, sorta hints that dragons have long life-spans. Doesn’t quite confirm it, because this is currently still a legend, but still

I love that they’re flying through a storm when the dragons attack, and you can see lightning in the clouds beside them. The settings in this episode are killing it!

Is... is Flash Magnus voiced by the same guy who does Flash Sentry? That’s hilarious and I love that they did that

Consequently, the existence of pegasus legend named Flash Mangus seems to indicate that that might be where Flash Sentry’s parents got his name from. 

OR: FLASH SENTRY IS FLASH MAGNUS, AND WAS TRAPPED IN THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE WHEN IT WAS GONE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS ... I swear to god, if that’s true, I’ll laugh so hard that they managed to fix Flash Sentry’s non-character in a single swoop (he’s getting better in EQG, BUT STILL)

And let me be clear, they do seem to be bringing these heroes back for the finale, so my theory will probably be crushed... but then again... it could be confirmed. And I would die happily, having called the coolest twist in MLP history

Again, I REALLY love the use of the storm clouds, when we can only see the shadows of the dragons and Flash when the lightning strikes

Okay, so when Flash smiles smugly and it fades into RD’s same smug smile, it reminds me: I sort of have theory (besides the totally legit Flash is Flash theory) that it’s going to be revealed in the season finale that the Mane 6 are reincarnations of these heroes. They’re all long dead, and would need time travel to get to the future (*cough* STARSWIRL PLEASE SHOW UP *cough*), but wouldn’t it be cool as hell for these legendary ponies to fight alongside their reincarnations/the Mane 6? And yes, I know fans would rather these ponies stay myths, just so this world has fiction and mythology, but there can be a grain of truth in the myths, can’t there?

Also: there’s a joke where Rainbow Dash says she’s just like Flash Magnus, and they all laugh at her. Wouldn’t it be hilarious in hindsight if Rainbow was actually right?

Once again: RD is cuuuute (holding up Scootaloo, hugging her, telling her to be brave, and helping her down the river)

It’s seriously adorable to hear the girls so happy to camp with their sisters

Overall, this episode gets better the more details you really look into, and I only harp on it because it could be seriously amazing (even as it is, I really love it on the third watch through [I do a lot of watch-throughs for reviews]).

I think the experience is made richer if you’ve read the comics, especially because those comics are really good (some of the best MLP comics I’ve read in a long time), but if it didn’t quite land with you, I don’t think that’s the reason. 

Season 7 is starting to kick some serious ass, by the way. Counting from A Royal Problem on, we’ve had episodes that range from good, to solid, to utter perfection. That’s 7 great episodes in a row, and next week sounds like it will only continue the trend! The last time we had a streak like this, in my opinion, was season 5. 

Let’s see if this legendary streak will continue...

I’ve done other season 7 reviews here and MLP editorials here! Have the last three things I’ve done, to make it convenient for you:

SciTwi vs. Twilight, Fame and Misfortune Review, and Triple Threat Review

Year of the Pony

Special Thanks to Millennial Dan on Deviantart, who made the Microphone vector for the logo!

We Go Where No One Goes... The Jade Palace

[princess-of-the-corner]

I spent far too long mapping out MLP Tarot Cards. So I’m putting the list here to help myself remember to do something with it and possibly discuss with others?

Major Arcana

The Fool- The Cutie Mark Crusaders

The Fool is for innocence and beginnings. The Crusaders are kids starting to figure out who they are. It is also for recklessness and inconsideration. While not malicious, children don’t fully think through their choices and make mistakes.

The Magician-Trixie

Obviously.However, she does fit the card meaning.Willpower and desire are words associated with the card, something Trixie has a lot of. But so are trickery and illusions, when she cared only for Trixie.

The High Priestess- Discord

My choice for this is more on my own headcanons of Discord’s past. But the card is for Intuition and Inner Voice, but on the reverse we have repressed feelings that cause a loss of said Voice. 

The Empress-Chrysalis

The Empress is a symbol of Motherhood, nurturing guidance. Things Chrysalis is supposed to be. But the Empress is also controlling. Mother Knows Best, after all.

The Emperor- Nightmare Moon

The Emperor is for structure and control. A father figure. Stern but wise and understanding. Quite like Luna. However, it’s reverse is a cold tyrant, the grip on the Kingdom causing them to suffer, much like Nightmare would have.

The Hierophant-Starlight Glimmer

Tradition and Conformity, much like Starlight’s Town. But also taking new approaches, diverging from the restrictions. 

The Lovers-Cadence and Shining Armor

Self explanatory. The Card of Union, but also Harmony. But reversed could be a loss of balance.

The Chariot-Rainbow Dash

Willpower and control, harnessing the world around you to achieve goals, like becoming a Wonderbolt. Yet she is also at the mercy of opposing forces. Rainbow is Loyal to many ponies, which causes her to be stuck in the middle when friends fight, even if it’s a friendly competition like the Equestria Games. 

Strength-Fluttershy

Bravery and Compassion. Some argue that Flutters isn’t brave due to her fears, but ‘ bravery is not ‘being without fear’ it’s standing up for what is right even though you are scared’. That said, the reverse is self-doubt and insecurity.

The Hermit-Spike

The Hermit represents contemplation, finding out who you are through journeying by ones self, but also the loneliness of losing your way on that journey. All I can think of is Spike’s search for who and what he is, a Dragon that acts like a Pony or a Pony that looks like a Dragon.

Wheel of Fortune-Pinkie

The Wheel is for changing cycles, and also Luck. But also the uncontrollable. Change and cycles, like that of seasons or the Sun and Moon. But it’s also for the fact that even when things are bad, there will always bee something good just around the corner, always another reason to smile.

Justice-Blueblood

This is another connected to personal headcanons, involving Blueblood being, essentially, an inside informant on the Nobility’s misdeeds. Justice stands for fairness, but also karmic retribution. However, there is also accountability.  Turning a bling eye to something that should have been given the proper punishment. In Blueblood’s case, that is Sunset Shimmer.  

The Hanged Man- Rarity

This card is about sacrifice, self-sacrifice to be exact. while the card is a bit literal, it’s about Generosity, giving your all to others, even if it could hurt you. But there is also a thing as too much sacrifice, or hesitating out of your own wants. Rarity finds a good balance, but has moments of giving too much or hesitating for her dreams. 

Death-Thorax

The Death card is for Change, Metamorphasis and the end of a cycle that starts anew, so it is quite literal here. It’s for a radical transformation, losing something to be better. Thorax is the symbol of Change for the Changelings, but also the end of a cycle. The end of Queen Chrysalis’s reign and the beginning of King Thorax’s. 

Temperance-Applejack

Temperance is about walking the middle path. Unlike Rainbow and her Card(the Chariot) being torn between her Loyalties, Applejack goes for who is objectively right, but stays emotionally neutral in the conflict. The Mom friend. However, she does have her buttons to be pressed.

The Devil- Sombra/Obsidian’s Posesion

One of the more literal ones, and 100% headcanon related. This card represents fears, obsessions, and insecurities that hold people back. The Reverse, however, is about freeing ones self from the Devil’s clutches, restoring your own control. 

The Tower-Diamond Tiara

Had to have Diamond in here because I love her so much. Anyway, the Tower is a card about the dangers of Pride, the destruction of the foundation of our lives to remake ourselves. Diamond’s whole life was about the things her Mother taught her, but she has seen the path she was heading down and has begun to fix it. However, as long as her mother is there, she can’t fully rebuild. 

The Star-Twilight Sparkle

The Star is for Hope and Rejuvenation. She’s the Hero, and as long as she stands they are Invincible. But she also gives others second chances, and helps them remake themselves on their journey. That said, there are times where she gets into insecurity, and loses faith in herself, but just a Spark will give her what she needs to save the day.  

The Moon-Luna

Duh. The Moon card is about the unconscious and illusions, Dreams that reflect our minds and hearts. But there is also confusion in the vagueness of Dreams, and it is easy to lose your way in the dark. 

The Sun-Celestia

Again, duh. This card is for Joy and Celebration.Success overcoming any obstacle, just like the Invincible Sun Princess. But sometimes, the cloudcover can block the Sun’s rays, making it difficult to be optimistic. Making it difficult to see things right in front of you until it is too late.

Judgement-Sunset Shimmer

Judgement is for reflection, to evaluate your life and lead to your Rebirth. But you can also judge too harshly, letting yourself be lost in the details you don’t like instead of seeing the full picture. Sunset has definitely done the reflect and rebirth, but we only saw a little of the harsh judgement. She focused on the terrible things she did, letting it define her despite having good parts of her past(hey, she was Celestia’s Student for a reason!). While she has accepted her past and has been Reborn, there are moments where she focuses on the bad(her anger management issues in FG.)

The World-The Elements

Again, self explanatory. The World stands for Harmony and Completion. Unity and Perfection from inner and outer sources. And how empty everything is without them. 

Minor Arcana:

I don’t think I’ll give as much Meaning to the Minor Arcana as I did the Major Arcana. Mostly because that’d be a pain to go through and match each one to one specific character. Like, matching the Death card or the Sun card is easy. But matching the four of Pentacles? Actually, that one could be Filthy Rich... ignore me. I’m not doing that for all the cards. 

That said, the Suits are mostly organized. The Kings of each are one of the four princesses, and each suit itself is made up of a corresponding race of pony, or said pony’s ‘Court’(aka, important characters that don’t match but I put in that group) in the Crystal Pony case(Seriously, can we get more Crystal Pony characters that have legit names and personalities????).  The Ace is a non-pony(or not exactly a pony) that is associated with that Suit or Race. Some will get an extra ‘why I put them there’ note.

Wands-Unicorns

Wands represent creativity, passion, desire, and the Spark of beginnings. It’s element is Fire. Wands are perfect for the magic wielding Unicorns. 

King- Twilight Sparkle

Twilight was born a Unicorn, and a part of her will always think of herself as one.

Queen-Sunset Shimmer

A Unicorn just as powerful as Twilight, but not the Princess. 

Knight-Rarity

Page-Sweetie Belle

10-2-Starlight, Trixie, Moondancer, Lyra, Blueblood, Party Favor, Sugar Belle, Vinyl Scratch, Fancy Pants

Ace-Spike

Not only is Spike only associated with Unicorn characters(Twilight, Shining, Rarity, etc.), but he is a Fire element. 

Pentacles- Earth Ponies

Pentacles relate to worldly things, are much more ‘passive’ than the Wands’ ‘active’ nature, and is associated with the Earth Element. 

King- Celestia

Celestia is the most ‘grounded’ of the Princesses, but also the most ‘princess-like’. 

Queen-Applejack

Knight-Pinkie Pie

Page-Applebloom

10-2-Big Mac, Maud, Marble, Limestone, Bonbon, Double Diamond, Cheerilee, Octavia, Nurse Redheart

Ace-Timber Spruce. 

Another personal headcanon

Cups- Crystal Ponies

While they aren’t related to the Suit’s Element(Water), the suit is associated emotions, especially Love. Considering the Crystal ponies run on Emotions, it’s a good fit.

King- Cadence

Princess of the Empire

Queen- Shining Armor

Hey Jori! This one’s for you! Okay, really, while he’s not a Crystal Pony, he’s husband to the Princess

Knight- Sunburst

Headcanon-wise, I headcanon him as part Crystal Pony. But he is the Crystal Mage.

Page- Diamond Tiara

I headcanon her as part Crystal Pony and I love her too much to not include her.

10-2- Flurry Heart, Autumn, Mercury, Rose Quartz, Verity Lucky, Scarlet Heart, Amber Laurel, Fleur de Verre, Golden Harvest, 

Honestly, there aren’t any Crystal Pony characters that aren’t background ponies. Seriously, how and why so you’ll have to go to the wiki to know them,

Ace- Thorax

Not a Crystal Pony, but his default disguise is one, and he lived with them for a while.

Swords- Pegasai

Pegasai match this suit’s Element(Air) more than its symbolism, as Swords are for reason and logic. Not to say they aren’t reasonable or logical, but it’s not something they’re known for. 

King- Luna

Mostly by default, but she is the one seen flying most often(and also the one seen using magic most often but I digress). Also Air is a Moon Element. 

Queen- Rainbow Dash

Knight-Fluttershy

Page-Scootaloo

10-2-Flash Sentry, Derpy, Daring Do, Spitfire, Soarin, Thunderlane, Night Glider, Lightning Dust, Alula

Ace- Gilda

Not a Pegasus but related by flight.

[fereality-indy]

Gravity Falls Valor Force Rangers

Gravity Falls Valor Force Rangers

by Fereality

Monday June 6th, 2016

Gravity Falls, Oregon

A group of Gnomes are surrounding a shorter Gnome which had his back up against a young sapling. As he looks around a younger looking Gnome walks to the front of the crowd.

"Well if it isn't the shrimp who was too short to help his family gain more seed blocks from the local bird houses," Geoff said as he stopped in front of the obviously shorter Gnome.

"Look Geoff, I'm sorry. I...", the shorter Gnome started before he was interrupted by Geoff.

"Did I say you could speak? No, I'm not done berating you.", Geoff was practically yelling in the shorter Gnomes face, "Not only did you fail then, you are a constant failure Jefferson. This was your third strike. You messed up the deal we had with the Northwests to supply them with the enchanted pyrite and then you had to open your mouth and it cost us our new queen. She had agreed to everything till you spoke up."

"I had to," Jefferson spoke up, "you were trying to..."

"I was doing nothing that went against the treaty we have with the Pines family," Geoff cut him off again, "AS I have said this was your third strike. You are shunned, exiled from the tribe."

And with that the Gnomes turned away from him as one. As the group began to walk away Jefferson reached out and grabbed Geoff by the shoulder and forcibly turned him back around. "You can't do that to me! You know who I am. My father was the Speaker of the Tribe before you. You're jealous of the fact that I should have taken over as Speaker as soon as I came of age, but no you pulled some archaic rule about height to keep me from gaining my rightful place at the head of the tribe."

"Someone as short as you would never be able to...", Geoff started yelling before he was stopped by Jefferson punching him in the face.

Geoff was saved from a continued assault by the other Gnomes. They picked Jefferson up and threw him down a nearby ravine. They didn't even wait until he had reached the bottom before they had turned back around and left. If they had stayed they may have seen the eerie green light that emanated rock his head hit when he landed.

"They'll regret doing that. I'm still important to our tribe. They'll see that they need me one of these days and then Geoff will rue the day he threw me out," Jefferson said as he dabbed at the blood on his temple.

"If it is vengeance you want, my lord and I can help you gain it.", a sensual voice said out of the air.

"Who are you? Where are you?", Jefferson said as he looked around for the voice. He pressed some fabric from him sleeve against his head wound as he continued, "I know I hit my head but not hard enough that I should be hearing voices."

"Oh my, cutie. I am no mere voice in your head," the disembodied voice practically purred in his ear, "If you decide to help me and my lord, I will reveal myself to you."

"What exactly do you want from me?", he asked as he continued to dab at his wound.

"Just pick up the stone that you hit your head on and smash it to release us," the sultry voice explained.

After digging out the stone he saw it was some type of tablet etched with green glowing markings that seemed to be in some ancient language he doesn't recognize. Tentatively he picked it up and lifted it to face level.

"Well what are you waiting on?", the voice asked feeling as smooth as silk in his ears.

In one swift, strong movement he brought the stone tablet down across a large rock in the center of the ravine. There was a pair of flashes, one green and one a reddish brown.

"Your beauty only surpasses your voice," Jefferson remarked as he took in the two beings standing before him.

From out of the green light walked a caramel skinned beauty. She was dressed in thigh high black boots, a long emerald green dress with a slit up the left side and split open sleeves, a black leather corset, and a silver headdress that framed her face. There were silver lines emblazoned through out her ensemble. Her ebony hair was long and braided with strands of silver and green mixed within it. The thing that struck Jefferson even more than her beauty was the coldness that emanated from her violet hued eyes.

From the other light emerged a tower of a man, or at least Jefferson thought it was a man. He was seven feet tall if he was an inch and muscular, though not bulky like those Manotaur imbeciles, no it was a lean compacted musculature. And though he was wear leather breaches, his upper body was bare. From head to toe he was covered in a fine, ruddy colored fur.

"You have done well my servant," the hirsute mountain of a man said in a voice so deep it shook the ground, "We now must again search for the portals. They will allow us to bring forth my champions."

"I feel the presence of a small portal near my liege," the green garbed beauty said.

"Then dispose of this onlooker and lead the way, Lady Vane" the hairy behemoth ordered.

Jefferson's face fell after hearing the order being given. He swept his gaze over to the virulent goddess before him.

"I would do so Lord Tulka, but much has changed since we were last here," Lady Vane called out before sweeping a hand towards Jefferson, "We will need his help for awhile longer."

"Well then make him more presentable, I cannot have such pathetic creature working under me.", Lord Tulka commented with out a second thought.

"As you wish my liege," Lady vane responded.

As she raised her hands they glowed a deep violet, she leaned over and placed a hand on either side of Jefferson's face. As the glow began to envelope Jefferson he heard her murmur something intelligible. It was only as his body felt like it was on fire, that he felt he should have left the stone alone.

Mystery Shack

"Thanks for letting us have the welcome back party here Soos," Stan said as he watched the former handyman set up the DJ stand in the party room.

"It's no problem Mr. Pines," Soos called back inbetween hammer strikes, "You know the lil doods are family."

"Yeah, besides you and Mr. Ford still own still own the place.", Melody said as she joined into the conversation from where she was hanging streamers, "Soos honey, how does this look?"

"I must channel my inner Mabel," responded as he looked up. Scratching his beard he added, "MORE GLITTER!"

"Gotcha," Melody said with a giggle.

Stan chuckled as he watched the newly engaged couple. He headed over to where Ford was working on the sound system. He had said something about increasing the sound output while decreasing the potential for injury to the ears' audio receptacles.

"Hey Sixer, how's the nerd work coming?", he asked as he looked over Ford's shoulder at what his brother was working on.

As Ford was about to say something he heard a loud incessant beep start coming from his wrist. Looking down he said, "Oh Bill!"

Ford sprung up from the chair he was seated in and headed towards the vending machine doorway.

"Sixer, what's going on?", Stan asked as he followed Ford.

"Hopefully nothing, but if it is something, well I've been preparing some surprises if needed.", Ford said as the vending machine swung open.

Friday June 10th, 2016

The One That Got Cafe

Gravity Falls

The former Dusk2Dawn convenience store had been purchased last summer by a mysterious benefactor and remodeled into a cyber-cafe and coffeehouse. The owner then went and hired one of the most tech savvy people in town, Tambry Mauslein, to help manage it. She in turn hired Candy Chui and Grenda Cliffe as servers, she even found out that her friend Lee Smark was a remarkable barista. There was even a small stage that held monthly poetry recital, bi weekly karaoke sessions (she had Mabel Pines to thank for that one), and occasionally Robbie Valentino and his band played. She's even let that freak Gabe Benson hold a puppet show as a favor to Candy.

Today she was actually spending time with her friends at the counter while Candy and Grenda ran orders. Everyone was there besides Thompson, who was supposed to come in later after he finished his last class of the college semester. He was taking courses in marketing in Portland and the professor in this class was a stickler about attendance. He and Robbie still talk on the phone but no one has seen him since he left for his sophomore year at college two years ago.

"Alright, everyone coming to the Shack tomorrow night?", Wendy asked as she sipped her vanilla foam hot coco.

"Of course man," Lee replied over his soda.

"No way I'm gonna miss a chance to hang out with Funtimes and his sis," Nate added before he downed his espresso.

"And I definitely wouldn't want to miss you and Dipper fawning over each other all night," Tambry said with a smirk as she watched her best friend's cheeks start to gain some rose tint to them.

"We, we do not...", Wendy starts to protest.

Robbie just butted in cutting her off, "You two just need to kiss and get it over with, I'm getting sick of the yearly betting pool going unclaimed."

Upset at being cut off, Wendy jumped up. "We are just friends. Wait a minute, what do you mean 'betting pool'?"

"Wends, sit down.", Tambry said as she grabbed her friends hand, "You're making a scene."

"I'm not causing a scene," Wendy said as she looked around, when she saw that most of the people in the shop were watching her face went redder. Sitting down she continued, "Besides he's only my friend, nothing more."

"Protesting much?", Robbie smirked.

"I'm not protesting, you're protesting.", Wendy snapped at him. Looking around at her friends, she raised an eyebrow as she asked, "What was that about a betting pool?"

Everyone looked around sheepishly, even Grenda and Candy.

"You guys too?", Wendy said as she looked at the younger members of the extended circle of friends. The two girls quickly went back to work.

"Well we've all known you two have liked each other since that second summer," Nate said as he took another drink.

"Speak for yourself, I've known since Dipstick first came to Gravity Falls.", Robbie said as he snagged a biscotti off of the table, "Why else do you think I gave him such a hard time back then, it was so obvious that he had a thing for you that I had to eliminate the competition. Ouch!"

Tambry and Wendy both removed their boots off of the top of his feet.

"Wait if you guys were betting," Wendy started, "does that mean you guys don't think the age difference is too much?"

"At first it was weird but as good as you guys are together," Tambry said as she took another sip of her drink, "you two should totally should go for it."

"Totally, you and Funtimes would be great together.", Lee added

"Lee. We need a triple shot espresso with a shot of vanilla," Grenda called from the table closest to the door.

"Alright muscles," Lee called back as he looked up from the group. While he tamped down the coffee he swore he recognized the patron who apparently ordered the drink.

"Hey do any of you guys recognize the dude over by the door?", Lee asked as he was running the espresso press.

Almost as one the group looked over towards the table. Everyone seemed to agree that the guy looked familiar, it finally took Candy coming over and saying something before they finally figured it out.

"Thompson?"

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Welcome everyone to the first chapter in this new series. Here is my attempt at a Gravity Falls Power Ranger AU. In summer of 2016 an ancient force has arrived in Gravity Falls intent on finding weakened layers of reality that are prevalent in the area and exploiting them. Realizing fear is one of the ways to find the weak points, he and his evil henchman have begun corrupting both creatures and objects in order to terrorizing the populace. Taking a cue from a friend he met while stuck on the other side of the portal, Ford recruits five 'Teens with Attitudes' to combat this threat.

Also remember to check out my other Gravity Falls works here: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/556729/fereality

Gravity Heroes, A Superhero AU. A few months after the Mystery Twins head home from Gravity Falls Mabel gets a call from Soos telling her that Dipper was found turned to stone out in the woods. The problem is Dipper is standing right next to her. This leads them off to a new adventure.

Gravity Heroes: Sidetracks, a series on one shots & drabbels that are stories that are in the Gravity Heroes-verse but aren't necessarily required to read the main story-line. It's essentially my take on the classic Marvel Comics Presents.

Welcome To The Gravity Falls Region (Coming Soon), My take on the Pokemon AU. Follow the adventures of the potential Pokemon Master Dipper Pines and his sister Mabel, Pokemon Coordinator extraordinaire, while they travel through the Gravity Falls Region.

The Curse, thanks to a misunderstanding Wendy is targeted by a fairy curse. This is a short story following what happens afterwards.

I also would feel honored if any of my works inspire any art. If you do I would love to see them. Thanks again to all who have read this far. I have received art now from Deviou5, Siryleleen, & Polydactyly Zodiac. These will be posted soon in my Deviant Art account as fan art and credited to them. Thanks again you three. I'm happy to see different interpretations of the characters from the Gravity Heroes AU. Let me know by PM if you do and I'll send out a list of the full descriptions to you. The art is now up at fereality. deviantart just remove the spaces. A new pic of Yami is now up.

Again I'd like to give a shout out to dusk4224, EZB, SuperGroverAway, ddp456, & A Pleasant Dream. It was their stories that made me want to get back into writing and to want to start with Gravity Falls. Please check out their stories if you haven't already.

Please review. I'm always open to constructive and helpful criticism, though if you're gonna troll please move on.

[the-real-narnia]

Ripples, Chapter Three - Cana, Part One

Title: Ripples

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Rated: M for Violence and Swearing

Other Sites: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12477008/3/Ripples, 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10831923/chapters/24111408#workskin

https://www.quotev.com/story/9590597/Ripples/3

https://www.wattpad.com/416539692-ripples-a-fairy-tail-fanfiction-chapter-three-cana

Chapter Three - Cana

The next day, I started making teleportation trips.

I made two trips, and was halfway into town before I felt my magic drain out.

After resting, I sighed and decided to walk the rest of the way. My magic wasn't very strong yet, and the fact that I could only make two short trips before being completely drained wasn't very promising.

You're just starting, Elle. Give it a rest.

After several minutes of walking, I finally stood in front of the guildhall.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

While it was certainly loud and festive, it was nowhere as crazy as it was in the future.

I wonder if it's Natsu's fault it gets so violent, I thought.

"Hey there, little lady, what are you doing here?" a man I vaguely recognized as a younger Macao asked me.

"She's older than Cana," Wakaba said, snorting.

Oh? That was interesting. I didn't know Cana had already joined the guild yet.

"I would like to see the Master," I said.

"Oh, you're such a cutie-pie!" A girl squealed, hugging me. I recognized her vaguely as a girl named Enno, who was dancing on tables in one of the OVAs. I was also fairly certain she was Romeo's mother, but I had no proof of that, and I don't think it was ever confirmed. But Macao also ends up divorced later on, and Enno is no longer in the guild in the future, so…oh well, it's just a thought. "Come this way," Enno said, taking my hand. "I"ll take you to the master."

She took me up the stairs and down a hallway until we reached the master's door. "He's in there, sweetie! Don't be scared of him or anything, he's a nice old man, and he's even shorter than you!"

"Thank you, miss," I said, as she turned and went down the stairs.

I looked at the door before sighing and knocking.

"Come in!" said an older voice.

I opened the door and closed it behind me, walking to the center of the room to look at Makarov over the desk. "Hello Master Makarov. I come baring news of the future. I hope you will take the time to hear it, and listen to my plans."

His eyes widened, but other than that, he had no real reaction. Which was odd. I mean, how often do children walk into your office saying that they know the future? "What is your name, dear girl?"

"Eleanor Rigby, but I prefer Elle."

No reaction. I forgot the Beatles weren't a thing here. At least I don't need to worry about being teased.

"Alright, my dear girl, please sit down."

I took the seat across from the desk and began to start. "I know information of the upcoming future, though most of the information doesn't occur until after Year X784."

"Is there any way you can prove that you know this?" Makarov asked.

"Yes," I said quietly. "In the future, Fairy Tail will end up fighting the entirety of the Balam Alliance, though luckily the three main guilds are taken down at separate times. After that, Fairy Tail goes to war against Alvarez, Acnologia, and Zeref. These are the most important things to know. And while the Balam Alliance, with the exception of the master of Grimoire Heart, Master Hades, doesn't know about the Lumen Histoire, Alvarez does, and that is what the war is over."

He opened his mouth to say something, but paused and looked confused. "What is the Balam Alliance? Tartaros is known, and I know that Grimoire Heart is starting to become prominent, but I've never even heard of the other one."

I sat up in shock. That's right! At this point in time Oracion Seis isn't formed. In addition to that, Ultear probably hasn't joined Grimoire Heart yet, and she was the leader of the Seven Kin for a reason. "You probably shouldn't worry about it, because I think I'll be able to change it."

His eyes widened, and he sat back. "Can you prove that Lumen Histoire is more than just a name?"

"Yes," I said. "Lumen Histoire is actually First Master Mavis in a lacrima crystal, and an endless store of power. It's held in the basement."

"Please give me a minute," he said, before closing his eyes. Well, at least he knew to take me seriously now. "Alright. Do you have any sort of plans?"

"I have some," I admitted. "Most I'll be taking care of myself. Such as leading certain members of Fairy Tail here so that they join earlier. As for your help, I was hoping that you could get an MPF and have everyone do training sessions. You can measure the power of their strongest spell every few months, and work on increasing their magical power. I would also suggest everyone learning a secondary type of magic, such as teleportation or requip magic for emergencies. I'm also hoping to save the lives of several powerful mages and have them join the guild as well."

He nodded. "Those are smart ideas, and it would be good to implement that. Anything else?"

"Well, the Fantasia Parade shows of magical power and puts on a show, right? Well, why don't you also have an annual battle thing that happens on the other side of the year? You can have people pay to watch, which raises money, and we get to practice by sparring against each other."

He nodded. "Smart idea."

"Yes, especially because of the damage that's going to be caused."

"What?" he asked.

"Some of the main people who end up joining the guild are very destructive. I hope that, with our training sessions, they will get enough refinement and control over their powers that they don't end up breaking everything. More precision, you know? But it will be good to have some extra cash so we can pay for the damages they do cause."

I also hoped that by making Natsu stronger, he wouldn't just become more destructive, but I didn't get my hopes up.

Master Makarov sighed. "Alright. I will start setting up training sessions. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, I have a few more things. Please tell your members to pick up any strong gate keys they can find. I will reimburse them if they buy it from a store, but those keys will be very handy in the future. And that's about it for now."

He nodded. "Alright. Will you be joining the guild?"

I smiled. "Yep."

He opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a stamp. "Think of the color you would like. Where do you want it?"

I moved the back of my dress down and moved my hair out of the way. "Right in between my shoulder blades, please."

He pressed it down and I felt my magic taking it in. Master Makarov held up a mirror so I could see it. It was black, with a gold outline. "Nice," I said, smiling. It had come out perfectly. I had remembered that Levy's was white with an outline in a pinkish-orange color, and I wanted to have an outline on mine too.

"Now, let's introduce you to the guild!" he said, leading me out of the office.

"Actually, if you could wait to introduce me until after I get a strong hold on my magic?" I asked. "That's also why I had the mark on my back. Once I get the right clothes I'm going to have them laced up in the back so you can still see the mark, but if I put a jacket over it I can keep it hidden, which is also good in case I have to go undercover."

He gave me a look. "How old are you really, Elle?"

"Today, I'm supposed to be nineteen, but because of other circumstances (which is also how I ended up with knowledge of the future), I'm physically ten years younger than I am."

"I see," he said quietly. "Very well, I will not introduce you. You will still visit often, however?"

I smiled. "Of course. Have a nice day, master."

He smiled back. "You as well, my dear."

I made my way downstairs and managed to exit the guild without any other members of the guild – of my guild seeing me.

My guild, I thought fondly.

As I exited the doors I crashed into a small person.

"Sorry," I said, quickly stopping her from falling. Taking a step back, I quickly realized who it was. "Hi, I'm Eleanor, but you can call me Elle."

A five-year old Cana Alberona looked at me in slight confusion. "Like the letter?"

I giggled. "Yep. What's your name?"

"I'm Cana."

"It's nice to meet you Cana," I said, holding out a hand. "Why don't you take a walk with me."

"Okay," she said. She took my hand and we started walking to East Gate Park.

"So tell me about your magic!" I told her.

"How do you know I have magic?" she asked. "I'm not that strong. I've only just started and I'm only using cards to predict when my f- ah, when people come back from trips and stuff."

"Do you mind showing me your cards?" I asked. We had arrived at the park.

We took a seat underneath a large (and somewhat familiar) tree.

"Sure," Cana said, pulling out a packet. "Do you want me to read your fortune?"

"Hmm…maybe in the future. But why do you only try to do that? Cards are good for a variety of magic. You can summon elements, and use cards to transport objects…it's all super cool! People underestimate card magic a lot, too, but you could probably become an S Class Mage if you try hard enough."

"R-really?" Cana asked.

I nodded. "You're still pretty small, but I can feel your magic, Cana. You've got power just waiting to be tapped. If you start training every day, your magical reserves will grow, and you can become super powerful."

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, and if you ask Master to help you and to give you books you need, you'll probably learn even faster!"

She smiled. "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna go train!"

I smiled. "Then go get started, silly! I need to get going home anyway, I've got my own training to do. So how about we meet here every once in a while and we compare our training methods and strength."

"Cool!" she said. "I'll see you later Elle-nee-chan!"

Nee-chan? I smiled. "It was nice meeting you," I told her. "I'll see you at the guild!"

Helping Cana get motivated this early was another bonus, something I thought I wouldn't actually have to do for a while; I didn't expect her to be here this early. I got up, stretched, and teleported to my house.

When I appeared outside, I nearly collapsed, dizzy from the spell. It was probably too long a distance for a beginner, so I'd have to practice some more, but the fact that I made the distance was good.

I wonder what would happen if I didn't make the distance? Would I just end up somewhere halfway? How does that even work…

I shook the thought out of my head and went inside. I sat at the table and started eating some bread and fruit, and reading more about teleportation magic.

It was time to get back to work.

"What do you think, First?" Makarov asked.

Mavis Vermillion moved out of the shadows. "I think she's telling the truth, but you should probably wait and see."

"And her intentions?"

"I think they're in the right place. I suggest for now, we watch what she does, and the actions she takes. If it becomes troublesome or problematic, then we'll discuss things."

"Why are you here, anyway?" Makarov asked, curiously.

"I sensed a disturbance. I wanted to see what it was."

"Do you think it was Elle coming back in time?" Makarov asked.

"I don't think she particularly came back in time," Mavis said. "I think she's a new variable."

Makarov sighed. "I was wondering; her magic doesn't seem strong enough if she went back in time."

"What makes you think that going back in time would send back magic?" Mavis asked. "If you only sent your mind back in time, your magic wouldn't come with it. It's not as if you magical container is a part of your spiritual body - it's a physical thing. They wouldn't keep their magic. If they tried hard enough, they could probably stretch their magical containers very quickly, because they remember what it was like, but I highly doubt their magic would continue with them, unless they stored it in an astral plane."

Makarov blinked. "Huh. I guess I always assumed differently."

Mavis sighed and walked to the window. "Eleanor Rigby is going to bring changes," Mavis said. "Whether they're good or bad, we'll have to wait and see."

"If she changes too much, won't her knowledge of the future be useless?" Makarov asked.

"Yes...and no," Mavis admitted. "Some things are destined to happen, and cannot - will not be able to be changed."

Her gaze drifted outside. "And that's what I'm worried about."

[iamthewanderingbard]

From Finner

Everypony has someone who influences them, changes their lives. For Lyric, that someone was Finner, an old stallion who lived by the sea.

This story was greatly inspired by the song From Finner by Of Monsters and Men.

Many thanks to these wonderful people for helping to turn this story into the best that it could be: KellyTheDrawingUni, Protopony350, Kirito-Persona, MelancholyIguana, Will-Owl-the-Wisp, and Haycart.

You may also find this story on my FIMFiction and DeviantArt accounts.

Chapter One

A Good Story

“Yeh know what makes a good story, Lyric?” As Finner said this, Lyric’s ears pricked, and her eyes sparkled. She trotted over to his side. “Besides a captivating plot and interesting characters?” “Yeah, 'sides all that.” The two made their way down the main road of the town, which Lyric had since learned was named Bluff. Bluff itself was not much bigger than what Lyric had seen her first night there, and in the light of day, she noticed how all of the buildings had been weathered by the sea breeze, the brown wood of each having long since turned gray. Yet, each was still standing strong. Much like this town’s inhabitants, Lyric mused as she eyed Finner, who was waving to or hailing everypony they passed. Although Lyric would normally have moved on to another place by now, Finner’s coughing fit had worried her. She’d insisted she stay a few more days to look after him, while Finner had insisted that he was fine. “But I won’t mind the company!” he’d said at the end of their conversation, and, as far as he seemed to be concerned, that was the end of that matter. Now, here in the center of town, Lyric waited for Finner’s answer, her curiosity piqued. Finner returned his attention to Lyric. “What really makes a good story is a hook, timin’, an’ delivery. 'Specially when yeh’re tellin’ it teh an audience.” Lyric faced the path ahead. Her muzzle furrowed in thought. “How do you mean?” she asked after some time had passed. “Well, hm, how teh explain it…” Finner ran a hoof through his beard. When his eyes landed on the instrument Lyric carried on her back, he stamped his hoof into the dirt below. “A good story’s just like a good piece of music. Yeh gotteh have an openin’ that’ll catch everyone’s attention. That’s yehr hook.” “Hmmm.” Lyric tapped her chin. “I suppose that makes sense.” Finner nodded, then continued with, “An’ just like music, yeh gotta know what comes when. Otherwise, everythin’ll be all muddled and won’t make any sense. That’s yehr timin’.” Lyric’s ears stood straight up at this. “And what about the delivery?” “The delivery, well, that’s a beast all on its own.” He spun and pointed a hoof at Lyric. “But if yeh can master that, yeh’ll be set.” He lowered his hoof. “Just like with music, yeh gotta know how to really sell the piece. Yeh gotta know when teh be quiet, an’ when teh be really loud!” He shouted this last part to the sky. A nearby flock of gulls shrieked and took off, while ponies turned to see where the commotion was coming from. Lyric smothered a laugh with her hoof. Finner, however, seemed not to notice the looks. Now Finner continued on his way, with Lyric beside him. “Yeh also gotta keep pace,” he said, “not goin’ too fast or too slow, or else yeh’ll have a mess on yehr hooves.” “Just like with music,” Lyric said as Finner opened his mouth to speak. “Just like with music,” he repeated, satisfaction in his voice. “But there’s one more thing yeh gotta remember, an’ it’s probably the most important thing of all.” Lyric leaned in to hear what he had to say. “If yeh make a mistake, just keep on goin’. It’ll help yeh teh think on yehr hooves, an’ maybe yeh’ll find a way teh make the tale even better than it was before.” At this final bit of advice, Lyric halted, shying away from the stallion. “But, Finner, I don’t know how...” Yet Finner only gave Lyric a knowing look, replying with, “Don’t worry, yeh’re smart. I know yeh can figure it out.” Lyric fell silent at Finner’s words. She had made many mistakes telling her tale a few nights ago, and, if she was to be honest with herself, they had gotten to her. After all, these weren’t the first mistakes she had made — and not just with storytelling — nor would they be the last. How was she to simply ignore them? Lyric was still puzzling over this when they reached the town grocer, Finner’s destination on this trip. The door creaked, and the bell above it tinkled as the two entered. A pair of colts looked up from their mother’s side, their faces brightening as they spotted the stallion. “Finner! Finner!” they cried as they raced towards him. Finner’s face lit up as well, and he bent down to ruffle their manes. “'Ey, lads, good teh see yeh.” They giggled and pulled back, the bigger of the two colts asking, “Finner, can you tell us a story?” “Yeah, can you?” The smaller one gazed up at Finner, eager. Lyric almost mirrored him, looking on with interest. “Well… I don’t know,” Finner replied, drawing out his words, giving an exaggerated shrug. “Aw, but you tell the best stories,” the larger one said. “Please?” “Please?” his brother joined, giving Finner a puppy-dog-eyed look. “Please?” “Please?” “Please?” “Please?” “Pleeeaaase?” After a time, Finner spoke up. “Alright, yeh’ve got me. What story would yeh like teh hear?” As the colts cheered, the stallion gave Lyric a wink, as if to say, “Watch an’ learn.” “Tell us the one about how you got your cutie mark, Finner,” the smaller colt said. The larger one regarded Finner with excitement. Finner eyed them both. “What, that ol’ tale? Yeh’ve heard it a thousand times.” The colts’ words jumbled together as they pleaded for Finner to tell his story. Admittedly, Lyric herself was curious as to how Finner had received his mark. It was one of the most elaborate she had ever seen — a three-masted ship, sails and all, surrounded by dark storm clouds — and it was much more elaborate than her own simple lute. Finner held his hooves outward to quiet the clamor. The colts fell silent, and Finner leaned in towards his audience of two. “When I was just a young’un, only a little older than yehrselves, I was a cabin colt on a ship, the Kraken.” The colts “ooohed.” “It was a mighty fine ship, one of the swiftest on the seas! It could sail ‘round the entirety of Equestria an’ its surroundin’ countries in a month flat. But sometimes bein’ swift ain’t enough.” Finner’s voice lowered as he told the colts, “One day, a storm blew up outta nowhere. Now, this weren’t unusual out at sea, but this one was particularly nasty. An’ as yeh know, there ain’t any pegasi out at sea teh quell these storms.” “But you had pegasi with you, right?” the larger colt asked. “Course we did!” Finner declared, putting a fore hoof to the colt’s back. “But when they flew out, the gale tossed ‘em about 'til they were almost lost, givin’ ‘em no choice but teh return teh the ship. But the ship weren’t much safer than the sky.” Finner swooped his free hoof in front of him, pantomiming the waters. “Waves a hundred hooves high crashed onteh the decks, an’ the winds were tearin’ at the sails, threatenin’ teh rend ‘em from the masts.” The volume of his words rose and fell like the waves he described. “It weren’t long before the Captain was overwhelmed.” The colts gasped, their hooves covering their mouths. “Nopony else could help either, 'cause they were doin’ their best teh hold the ship tehgether. They clung teh the ropes, worked the sails, but the storm was too much. Everypony was just about convinced that they’d be swept off the boat, an’ that it’d go down with ‘em.” Here, Finner paused. Lyric was unsure of whether he would continue when he asked his audience, “But yeh know what?” If the colts had heard the story even half as many times as Finner claimed they had, they definitely knew what came next. But Lyric saw that the colts said nothing, watching Finner with wide-eyed anticipation. “I rushed over an’ grabbed the wheel, even though everypony’d told me teh stay below instead. They thought I was too small teh make any difference. But, with things as they were, we needed all hooves on deck, includin’ mine. So, with the Captain an’ I at the helm, we put all our might inteh steerin’ the Kraken.” Now Finner’s voice was triumphant. “With us at the helm an’ everypony workin’ tehgether, we at last broke free of the storm’s mighty grasp.” A beam of sunlight fell across Finner’s face, and he seemed to bask in it. “It weren’t until after, when we were all cheerin’ and celebratin’, that I’d noticed my cutie mark’d appeared. From then on, I knew I was meant teh live a life on the sea. An’, for a long time, that’s just what I did.” The colts applauded and, thanking Finner, returned to their mother’s side. Their mother also gave Finner a grateful wave. Returning it, Finner set to the task of picking out the supplies he’d need for the next few days. Yet Lyric stood where she was, reflecting on Finner’s tale, or rather, on the way he had told it. By choosing certain moments to speak quietly or boldly, by pausing now and then to draw out suspense, and adding into that the timbre of his voice, the story had ebbed and flowed. Everything about it had been masterfully done, captivating the young colts, and herself as well. And, through it all, Lyric could not help but think, It really is quite like music. Music was something that Lyric had always enjoyed, ever since she was a filly herself, and it was something that she knew well. Stories, however, were different… or so she had thought. As with music, Lyric had always been enthralled by the stories she’d heard, whether they were bedtime tales told to her by her parents, or grand epics shared by those who had come before her. But it was one thing for her to be able to enjoy a good story, and another entirely to know how to tell one. The corners of her lips upturned as she contemplated all the ways she could put this newfound knowledge to use. “So, ready to go?” Finner asked, breaking into her thoughts. Lyric turned to him. “I am,” she replied. “Say, yeh look happy.” Finner smirked. “Did yeh really enjoy my tale that much?” “Indeed I did.” Her voice lowered as she said, “Thank you, Finner.” Finner tilted his head in confusion. “What’re yeh thankin’ me for?” Instead of answering him, Lyric grinned and set off up the road towards the pier. Finner shrugged and walked with her. The two travelled side by side, Finner humming a sea shanty as they went. But, as they neared the path that would lead them to the beach, Finner’s demeanor changed. His steps slowed, his ears downturned, and his humming faded away. This was not new to Lyric, for he had done it every time they’d passed by here. Today, however, he asked, “'Ey, Lyric, mind if we make another stop?” Hearing his tone, Lyric’s voice was gentle as she replied, “No, not at all.” Without another word, he made his way to a spot near the top of the path, one which overlooked the ocean. If she glanced downwards, Lyric could see the pier stretching into the water, and Finner’s houseboat bobbing in the waves. But it was the stone that the stallion was staring at which currently caught her interest. It was gray, about the size of a curled up, sleeping cat, and did not appear to be extraordinary in any way. An oval-shaped seashell rested on top of it, pink and white and spotted with brown. Lyric had seen many of these shells by the water’s edge, all in varying sizes and differing patterns of white, pink, and brown. If she picked it up and turned it over, she knew that she would find a lip that covered about three-fourths of the underside, leaving a hole at one end. She wondered why it had been left here. Nearing the stone, Lyric could see that its surface had been carved. Peering closer, she could make out two words at the top. Lady Slipper. She glimpsed Finner out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were sorrowed, his face pained. It took a while for Lyric to gather her courage to ask him, “Who was she?” His voice was almost inaudible. “My wife.” Lyric’s chest tightened. Finner sank to the ground. Lyric put her fore hoof around his shoulders, and he sagged into it. Neither of them spoke. As they sat, the sun began to fall towards the horizon. Finner raised his eyes to it. “Say, Lyric…” He breathed in deep. “How would yeh like teh hear another story?”

[marvelandponder]

Better Question: Is Dr. Wolf Right?

Some time ago @drwolf001 posted a theory that Sunburst could in fact be a young Starswirl the Bearded. This was in response to a trailer for the season 7 premiere that has since been given more context, but the idea was so fun that it stuck with me. Given that we’ve already had some crazy time travel adventures, we know for a fact this sort of story is possible.

Time Travel Logic

Starswirl’s time spell is the sort that loops. As in, if someone uses the spell, their interference in the past is what leads to the present they came from.

This is called a causal loop (or temporal causality loop which just sounds cooler). It’s where an event is the cause for another event, which itself is the cause for the original event. Yeah... loop is a good word.

We’ve even seen it in action. In It’s About Time, we see Twilight worrying too much because of future Twilight, only to find out that was the problem she went back in time to warn herself about. A causal loop. In this case, a self-fulfilling prophecy (which is a type of causal loop).

But, even in The Cutie Remark, we’re working with the same rules.

It’s thanks to something called the Novikov Self-Consistency Principle. Back in the 1980s, a physicist named Ivan Novikov came up with a bunch of fancy physics principles that (for our purposes) basically boiled down to a simple conclusion: you can’t change the past.

These two ideas go hand in hand in the MLP universe, when you think about it, so here are our hard and fast rules for time travel:

Causal Loop: If you go back in time, your going back is what causes the present you came from (which causes you to go back in time, to cause the present, etc.)

Self-Consistency Principal: You logically cannot change the past that leads to anything except the present you came from

The Butterfly Effect: In the event you do create a change that doesn’t lead to the present you came from, any small change can branch out to have untold consequences temporarily; BUT, don’t worry: because of the self-consistency principle, you logically have to eventually fix things, otherwise you couldn’t have come back in time in the first place (you would be a different person in the first place, different memories)

So, Starlight, Twilight, and Spike eventually standing to the side and not interfering with the past was inevitable in order for them to be who they are. The fact that Starlight’s version of the spell continually brought them back to the past until they got it right seems to indicate that to me.

Starlight also specified that she used the map’s magic to go to any time and place she wants (for as long as she wants, they could apparently exist there “for all eternity”), so in terms of the actual time travel spell itself, she isn’t operating under different rules. Meaning, she hasn’t changed the whole causal loop thing---they still go back in time and reenact what would lead them to the present they came from, it’s just a bigger loop, thanks to some more powerful magic.

So, a character getting trapped back in time and going on to live the rest of their days there is entirely possible. It just means they were supposed to, because it’s another loop. A much bigger loop.

But, beyond all that time travel mumbo-jumbo, we obviously don’t have anything close to confirmation for the Sunburst goes back in time to live out his days as Starswirl theory. It’s theoretically possible in this world, but possible isn’t proof.

But, let’s say, hypothetically, the writers wanted to go down this path. I for one would like to know how they could do it.

Perhaps this is better suited for a fanfiction than an analysis series (and by all means, please go write stories based off of this theory). All the same, let’s treat this as a how it could be done sort of thing, to build on this theory with what’s already established in-universe.

To do that, we’ll need to gather some “evidence” (and again, I use the word with the spirit of fun in mind, there’s nothing conclusive). The first is the time travel spell itself.

Clue #1: The Disappearing Time-Travel Spell

At the conclusion of The Cutie Remark, we see the nearly ripped time-travel scroll get... somehow mysteriously sucked away.

Now, Starlight said she was the one who designed the spell to take them back to the Rainboom again and again, so this may also be her doing, but it’s unclear what exactly is being done.

It seems to have some kind of shock-wave out, which I guess implies they’re out of the time-loop now, but that doesn’t explain where the scroll ended up.

All we know is the same time portal Twilight, Spike, and Starlight came out of seems to suck the spell up with it. But, not without first taking some magic from the map, which was what allowed the spell to be so powerful.

I’m not sure if that would enchant the parchment itself, giving it the same immense power to travel to any time for as long as the pony using it wants.

But the fact that it disappeared into a time portal, even if it appeared to be the same one they were ejected from, seems like something the writers left for whenever they need it.

Where did it end up? Was it supposed to do that, and if so why? We didn’t see anyone’s magic lifting it toward to portal, but was someone on the other side of that portal waiting? Does someone have the spell now (or better yet, will they)?

Clue #2: Starswirl “never understood friendship like [Twilight]”

In the past, we’ve seen supplementary material portray Starswirl in a variety of different ways. From Celestia and Luna’s point of view in the Journal of the Two Sisters, to his own in Legends of Magic, to a 3rd person, more objectively told story in the Reflections arc.

But in the show, what little we know of him comes from and in relation to Twilight. In particular, a line that always stuck with me.

That he was unable to complete his cutie mark restoration spell because he didn’t understand friendship. At least, not like Twi.

Which is a bit saddening, given that he mentored Luna and Celestia. Luna did end up feeling isolated, so perhaps Starswirl’s lack of expertise in friendship played a role in that.

It seems he was still focused on teaching them magic and writing his many spells. Even if he loved them as students, which I suspect he did given his B-canon portrayals, he evidently didn’t do enough to save them from their fate.

Does Sunburst not understand friendship? He and Starlight have reunited now, but then again, you certainly couldn’t say he’s an expert in friendship (and in the same way Twilight focused on her studies, Sunburst did focus heavily on the study of magic instead of, say, visiting Starlight). He’s still studying magic in the Crystal Empire so he might very well still be a borderline shut-in.

Now that he’s Flurry Heart’s magic adviser, perhaps that’s starting to slowly change. Then again, if Starswirl could not understand friendship and still be Celestia and Luna’s mentor, couldn’t Sunburst theoretically also miss some crucial understanding about friendship while looking after Flurry Heart?

Clue #3: Sunburst’s Talents with Magic Theory and Starswirl’s 200+ Spells

Here’s one of the more compelling coincidences.

Sunburst can’t perform any of the magic theory he’s been studying his whole life, but he’s a damn fine magic theorist. I might even wager a guess that Starlight’s habit of combining spells comes from Sunburst, as that’s something he’s been shown to do in The Crystalling Part 2.

We know for a fact that Starswirl was the “father of the anmiomorphic spell,” “the most important conjurer of the preclassical era,” and that he “created more than 200 spells”... but we don’t actually know if he could perform any of that magic himself.

Now that’s a stretch, but when you think about it, it holds true for just about everything we know about the things Starswirl’s done. Even when Starswirl banished the Sirens to the Equestria Girls dimension, it wasn’t like he made those portals with his own magic, he found them (at least, according to the Reflections arc).

And in Legends of Magic, he seems to know combat magic, but then again, he makes his escape off-screen, so we never see him cast much of anything.

For all we know, Starswirl might be a great wizard, maybe the greatest, but not necessarily a powerful one. His talent lies in writing spells.

Clue #4: Very Important Wizard

Okay, this one’s just neat from a story-telling perspective. We’ve been introduced to Sunburst as someone whose insecure about not being a very important wizard. That’s how we know him, a resourceful but ultimately powerless magician.

If, in fact, he were to turn out to be the most important wizard of them all, even despite his lack of natural talent for magic, that’s just... wonderful, don’t you think? That he found ways to be influential in the magic world despite the handicap of not being able to use magic?

He became the most important wizard of all time, even despite his problems performing magic himself.

Clue # 5: A... Changing Appearance?

Starswirl actually doesn’t have a consistent eye-colour or look at the moment. We’ve seen him with gold eyes, grey, and even purple.

And, most recently blue, in Legends of Magic.

I suppose if we were explaining how Sunburst could turn into Starswirl, his entire coat would have to grey completely (if we’re going with the depictions of Starswirl with a white or grey coat). A pony’s coat can grey in real life, so perhaps it’s possible in this world. Or we could guess that Sunburst would knowingly disguise himself as what he knows Starswirl to look like via some kind of spell, if he had a reason to assume that role.

Speaking of purely cosmetic similarities, I would also like to mention that in a manner of speaking, “Starswirl” and “Sunburst” are kiiiinda synonymous with each other. In the same way the Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, and Starlight Glimmer are supposed to parallel each other, it’s roughly the same name.

A sun is of course a star, and both a burst and swirl suggest an outward projection.

Another neat coincidence, I guess. Just like the fact that both of them wear capes and grow beards.

That’s what we’re left with when theory crafting something like this. Coincidences that can help us imagine fantastical fanfiction, but can’t ultimately take us any closer to knowing who Starswirl the Bearded actually was, whether Sunburst or just pony of a long-gone era.

One thing that still intrigues me, though, is that according to the comics, Starswirl didn’t die. He went missing.

And there are elements in play like his mysteriously vanishing time spell scroll that are available for the MLP staff to act on whenever they so choose.

So, perhaps we’ll never know who Starswirl was, outside of B-canon and the legends we’ve been told thus far. Or, maybe we’ll get to learn who he is someday, and some or all of this will come into play. Who knows? This pony has both a past and a future that’s shrouded in mystery. So much so that this theory is only one of many, and will continue to be until we meet again.

And until that day, I hope to share many more theories together.

MLP content? Sure, I’ve got some of that! Here’s my editorials and my reviews! I’d of course recommend checking out Dr. Wolf on Youtube. And for the heck of it, here’s the last three things I’ve done:

Fluttershy Leans In Review, Forever Filly Review, and New Fluttershy Editorial

Year of the Pony

Special Thanks to...

Original Theory by Dr. Wolf Sunburst Vector by ChainChomp2 Starswirl Cave Background by MysteryMelt

I’m a huge fan of Dr. Wolf, so I loved building off his ideas! If you somehow never have, you’ll thank yourself for checking out his channel. I’d also recommend checking out these talented vector artists! Without their hard work and willingness to share it, I wouldn’t be able to make the headers.

Gotta Get Back, Back to the Past