#favour of him getting me a gift... like... not even a request? but the cherry on top? a kid a toddler was screaming his lungs out for what

[aike-pandas]

TATTOO ARTIST Y/N

Dream

definitely gets like Tattoos every day. Like very small ones, mostly temporary stenciled on ones. He obsesses over having you over him while he lays down.

SapNap

has a huge Tattoo of like fire, and boasts how all his tats are free, even the colored ones, ofc BBH was at first insanely confused where he got one but Sap snapped when BBH was like “plleaaaase my favoritist son.”

George

you have matching Tats on your wrists. It’s honestly so cute like two flowers or birds. I envy them.

Wilbur

he got a L’ManBurg flag on his back, until he planned exploded it and asked you to ruin it and basically you wanted to do a surgery but he told you that it was fine and you when over it and scribbled it out. Then he did his plan, and then the sword wound basically got rid of it.

BBH

he has a white tattoo of a flower, their temporary ofc but you re-do them it’s adorable

Skeppy

has a giant diamond on his leg that he goes “LOOK what my S/O did. And I didn’t even flinch.” He cried, a lot

Foolish

you both have sharks on your wrists. Prove me wrong

AweSamDude

he says “Tattoos are Useless.” Before he met you. And now he’s like “well they need to practice some how.” Little simp warden man

I love this Headcanon so much-

Let me show u how they met~

How Tattoo Artist Y/n met the boys~✧

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader. Mention of harassment.

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“Dream”

🧫 At first, he didn't thought of getting a Tattoo. But... He lost a bet against Sapnap and George so-

The blonde man walked towards the Tattoo Shop that was more near of the DreamSMP. He at least had the luck he could choose both the design of the tattoo and if would be temporary or permanent.

Once he opened the shop's door, he went speechless. His dear god you were stunning.

—Welcome to “Fantasy”! The best tattoo shop in these city!

He absolutely died there. He went speechless. Your voice was like a life support.

Needless to say, he makes sure you practically know all of him. Name and body :) (for the tattoos of course-)

“Sapnap”

🔥 Okay so, hear me out; He got free tattoos because you own him a favour.

Our dear panda arsonist ran through the streets, he completely forgot about buying a gift for Q's birthday, which was tomorrow.

Fortunately, he got to buy what he wanted to give him.

And there went you, dumping into him, trying to get in the store as if you were hiding from someone.

—Sorry! –you exclaimed, trying to stop being so dizzy for the race you just did.

—It's alright, don't worry, are you okay? –he asked, trying to help you calm down.

You didn't give any answer, you just waited until that mad client stopped chasing you down the street.

—Sorry... Just an upset client. –you muttered, making him worry. What was that client trying to do to you?

—Need help with that client? –he smiled.

Long story short; He threatened the client to stop chasing you before he called the police. And since you owed him, you made an offer for him; Free tattoos for saving my life?

Needless to say; he said yes.

“GeorgeNotFound”

❄️ Tattoos weren't his thing until he met you, that's the truth.

George was in the city near the DSMP, searching for a calm time away from the SMP's tension. It was a nice city, and surely didn't have any sign of war like they had. Just what he needed.

Well, that's what he thought until he met you.

You were sitting there, in a bench near a calm park with cherry blossom trees. You seemed to have a notebook, it looked like you were drawing on it. It got the best of his curiosity, and he went near your presence.

He smiled once he saw what you were drawing; perfect draws of mushrooms. Different types, and you even named the ones you draw.

Yeah, that's how you two met. And his acknowledge of different types of mushrooms made that afternoon a lot warmer for the two of you.

—The Conocybe filaris¹ is a poisonous mushroom, not an edible one. –he commented, making you slightly jump in surprise.

He loved your drawings, and you loved his knowledge of the nature. Such a sweet way of making a friendship.

“Wilbur Soot”

🪐 Meet you was a miracle, a call from the angels for him to take control over himself... To bad they didn't scream instead.

Wilbur loved your art, he met you before creating L'ManBurg. And once he created his so desired country, he wanted to have your art craved in his skin, as a way to have two things he loved in him.

But once he had to explode it, he had to get your art deleted of him as well. It was hard, but the remorse had a wonderful aim when it comes to knock Wilbur's door.

Once he got revived, he wanted your art on him again.

Poor thing, once he died, he didn't know anything else from you.

“Where are you now, dear star?”

“Badboyhalo”

🌺 “They say that the most wonderful angels make the cruelest demons, and darling, you were so beautiful before they corrupted you” —I forgot.

After long hours of insisting to Sapnap about where did he get his tattoos, he finally got the address of your shop.

For him, your shop was pretty nice and with an amazing aesthetic. He loved the store, but maybe not as much as he loved you in the moment he saw you.

The sweet demon was speechless about you; you were very appealing looking. It got worse for him once he heard your voice, he swore he teleported to heaven for a second.

Yeah, you have now a sweet demon as a simp /hj.

“Skeppy”

💮 He loved shiny things, and find you was definitely the most shining thing he ever had the luck to find.

He went to the city near DSMP, searching for a new coffee shop he heard about. He didn't really except to get captivated by your tattoo shop.

And for XD he loved it more once he saw you. Love at first sight? Maybe, maybe he was just amazed by your skills or your personality.

We'll never know.

“Foolish”

☀️ “The sun rises as strong pure love can do” —Idk if it already exists, if not, I made it.

Foolish literally didn't meant to end up in your tattoo shop, the himbo shark was searching a shop were he was supposed to buy stuff Quackity asked him too.

And somehow ended up in your tattoo shop. Doesn't regret it though, he actually loves your work.

You officially made almost every single tattoo he has in his body... Well, just like with Dream, you know a lot of his body, because the himbo doesn't really pays too much attention where is he asking to get a tattoo.

Hope you don't have problems with it :]

“Awesamdude (Sam)”

☘️ If love was a Machine, he surely would know how to fix it. Too bad life isn't a machine...

He really was starting to hate his elder kids (George–Quackity). He accepted to help a friend of them with their Tattoo shop, and once he accepted they told him he had to get tattooed.

And he was hating that idea... Until he met you, a pure angel in front of his eyes.

Tattoos didn't seem too bad now, perhaps he should have more, anything for you to practice. And to have you over him while making the tattoos.

Extra Mention~

“Ponk”

🍋 Once he met you, he damned the day he lost his arm.

The white haired man found your shop my pure chance. Yeah, Foolish may have recommended it, but with his way of giving him where to find the shop it was a miracle he found it.

—Oh hi! Welcome to “Fantasy”! What tattoo would you like? –you smiled.

Ponk in that moment cursed under his breath the fact that Sam took his arm a couple weeks ago.

Good thing though, your reaction was priceless once you noticed it.

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*Hallo! Welcome back to my account! Hope you enjoyed ^^

Edit; I completely forgot- this is the Conocybe filaris

[armysantiny]

Letters For You - KSN

Pairing: Sunoo x female reader || Enhypen

Genre: fluff, oneshot, request

Includes: Soobin (TXT) mention, translator reader, idol Sunoo, massages, spa day, texts, gifts, coming home late, eating at a café, café, dying hair, KakaoTalk, cuddling, watching kdrama together

Word count: 1518

Warning: food cw

Rating: PG

Networks: @kwritersworld​, @kdiarynet​, @kpopscape​, @ultkpopnetwork, @kpopficsnetwork, @kpopcontentcreatorsclub​​ @k-dinernet​, @lovesick-net, @whipped-kpop-creators, @prism-nw​, @hybenet​, @k-library​, @k-mysticsnet​, @enhypenwriters, @enhypennetwork, @knet-bakery

Tagging:@teeztheflag, @intokook, @cherry-hyejin, @difcore, @ofaffectionate || Taglist Form

An: I hope you like this @xxatinyminionxx! I had so much fun writing this~

Long days at the agency weren’t anything new to Sunoo; just regular procedure. But coming home later than usual felt different ever since he had met y/n. Y/n was his lucky charm – Sunoo’s grounding presence when he would come back from the hectic rush of his schedule. And that night was no different, as the music artist sipped on his coffee on his way home. Entering the passcode for the shared apartment, the dyed-blond removed his jacket and shoes, a relieved sigh falling from him.

The apartment was quite that night however, much quieter than usual – the faint sounds of y/n working on a transcript nowhere to be found. Switching on the lights as he made his way to the kitchen, Sunoo’s eyes were drawn to the covered dishes on the table, and a note addressed to him.

“Does she have a part-time shift today...?” Voicing his thoughts as he went about following the neatly drawn instructions on the note, Sunoo warmed the prepared meal. Y/n had made his favourite, and he could almost distinctly hear – in his head – the subtle sound of y/n humming a nameless song under her breath, occupied with her next cooking project. His face flushed at the thought, humming the last melody he heard y/n singing. Perhaps y/n knew that he’d be home, because she’d video called Sunoo as he was putting the dishes on the drying rack. Picking up the call with a slight yawn, the teen perked up almost immediately.

“Noona! How was your day? Oh – where are you?” Sitting down on the sofa, Sunoo asked his question, parts of y/n’s background seeming vaguely familiar.

“Sunoo baby~ my day was good, I missed you today~ Ah – do you remember my sunbae? The one who went to study film?”

“Oh… Soobin hyung, right?”

“Mhm~ he needed a translator for his project late minute and I was the only one available. I’ll probably be gone for the weekend. I’m sorry baby~ will you be alright?” Y/n explained, an apology finishing her words. Soobin’s call had been the very definition of ‘out-of-the-blue’, but at the time y/n couldn’t deny that her sunbae sounded urgent. In any case, it was only for the weekend; Sunoo would be okay.

By next morning, Sunoo stretched as he slowly started to awake, his bedroom glowing from the light of the morning sun. Looking over to y/n’s side of the bed with a gentle but longing smile on his face, Sunoo traced his fingers over her pillow. She’d be back. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making his way to the bathroom to freshen up, the idol went about getting ready for the day ahead. Caught up on whether he should eat breakfast at home or go to a café, Sunoo grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge while he pondered on his options. Not expecting any calls for at least an hour from noon, Sunoo’s brow raised in curiosity when his KakaoTalk notification went off. Once he had read the display name, little butterflies bloomed in his chest as he opened the text message from y/n.

Y/n Noona: Morning baby~ I’ve been translating scripts until 2 am ☹ but I’ve got a long day, so it’s early alarms for me. Have you woken up yet? I saw a really nice breakfast café yesterday, I think you’d like it! I should vanish now, I’ll call you later. Love you, sunshine~

“Breakfast outside it is~”

Finding the café with the address y/n had given him, Sunoo marvelled at the exterior of the café once it had come into view. Had he walked into a kdrama set? The inviting scent of baked treats and hot chocolate were doing him no favours as it took a gentle hold over him, luring him into the ‘trap’ of a sweet breakfast – not that he was complaining, that is. Finding himself in line to order, Sunoo scoured the menu, easily finding something to eat that Saturday morning.

Watching people walk past the café windows while he nibbled on his pastries, Sunoo drummed his fingers against the table, unsure of what he should do to occupy his time. He could go and have a ‘me-day’; go to the spa, get a massage, redye his hair, all of it. Or he could head to the park and have a little picnic for himself, enjoy his break away from filming and schedules. Sipping on his iced coffee, the teen let himself get lost in thought as he set about finishing the rest of his breakfast. Food came first.

Making his way to the spa, Sunoo didn’t forget to make a stop by the library, buying one of the notebooks they had on sale. Y/n would definitely like it. The gift tucked away neatly in his satchel as he walked through the doors of his favourite spa, Sunoo went ahead and booked a massage for himself, a grateful a smile on his face as he took the clothes handed to him and went to the locker rooms to change.

A sigh of relief fell from Sunoo as the masseuse worked on his back, the knots in his shoulders finally being relieved after a long week. Feeling the urge to sleep getting bigger, the faux-blond let his eyes shut, the next thirty minutes passing by like a blur. Next thing he knew, the massage was over and he was being gently woken up by his masseuse.

“Mr Kim...?”

“Oh-oh, I must have fallen asleep. Thank you for the massage!”

“Oh no worries, you must have had a long week. Have a good day~”

“You too!” Bowing after he collected his things, Sunoo left the room, heading back to the locker room – where his clothes were waiting for him. Taking a seat and unlocking his phone, the teen scrolled through Twitter for a while before an – arguably cute – idea struck him. Opening KakaoTalk and recording a voice message for y/n, he sent it, a pleased smile on his face. That pleased smile soon turned into a wide grin as y/n replied almost instantly, cute stickers being sent his way. Snapping a quick picture and sending it, Sunoo put his phone aside as he changed, his heart beating as he anticipated his girlfriend’s reaction.

Y/n’s equally cute picture-reply on his mind as he sat in the salon chair, Sunoo had been getting his roots done, his hair layered between sheets of aluminium as he waited for the bleaching to work. His black roots had started to grow out, and he was due for a redye before it started looking like he had dip-dyed only half of his hair. Or before he started looking like a poorly designed manhwa character. Calling y/n, he asked about her day, listening to her speak with an endearing sense of curiosity on his face.

“I may have good news~” Y/n teased from the other line, watching the scenery pass by from her seat on the coach.

“Oh? Tell me~!” Sunoo replied, a light-hearted whine in his voice as he egged y/n on. He could just about hear the sound of steady traffic in between the momentary silence. “Are you driving Noona?”

“Hmm, kinda? I’ll see you later sunshine! Make sure to eat dinner~”

“I will!”

Returning home that evening after spending the rest of his day with his members, Sunoo opened the door to his shared apartment, a gift bag in hand. The sound of shuffling feet from the bathroom alerted him as he treaded slowly towards the front room. He wasn’t expecting any company, and y/n wasn’t due to return for at least the next day. Snapping his head to the sound of the bathroom door opening, Sunoo’s features brightened almost instantly, leaving his bags on the sofa as he ran over to y/n, engulfing his girlfriend in a hug. A laugh coming from the slightly older woman as she returned the hug, y/n cupped Sunoo’s face in her hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Y/n Noona! When – when did you get home? I thought you were coming home tomorrow?” Following y/n to the sofa, Sunoo pulled y/n’s hand into his own, playing with her fingers while she spoke.

“Ahh, the translator my sunbae was originally going to call made it to the location today. Most of the work was already done, so I managed to get home early. I did well, didn’t I?”

“Yep~”

Cuddled up together as they caught up on their drama, Sunoo paused the scene on screen when he realised that y/n was fast asleep on his shoulder, her subtle comments on the characters no longer accompanying the sounds of the romcom playing on TV. Resisting the urge to take a picture, Sunoo gently lifted y/n’s head, carefully holding her up while sliding a cushion underneath. Tiptoeing to the bedroom and returning with a blanket, he chuckled and covered y/n’s sleeping frame. Tucking in the edges and brushing a stray hair out of y/n’s face, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You’ve worked hard Noona. I’ll give you your gift tomorrow. Get some rest~”

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 11]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, daddy kink, fingering, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation, a little angst/mentions of theft, but some soft lovin for the masses after the last chapter 😭😭💕, also i think this goes without saying but just in case! There won’t be any Cherry Bomb chapters going up while Monster Mash is happening(same for the drabble game)! So this is our last chapter until Nov 6th!🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ?

“Well… Welcome home.”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile from behind as he watches you trudge past him towards the bed. He toes his shoes off quietly before setting your things down by the sofa, a soft sigh on his lips.

“Seungcheol, are you really sure about this? Really, I can just get a hotel...”

He sits with you on the bed; arm draped around your shoulder as he tucks you into his side. “We’re really going to need to figure things out pretty quickly but… yes. I’m sure. I mean, even if it’s just temporarily until you can find a safer place to live in. Which, by the way, can we talk about that? If you’re okay with it.”

Biting your lip, you slightly pull away as you peer up at Seungcheol. He takes note of your puffy, red eyes; a frown of his own painted on his face. He could hear your sniffles the entire ride back home but he decided to not say anything, in fear of exacerbating the situation.

“I---It happened a couple months ago. Do you remember that week I was doing a stream per day as a thank you gift for my subscribers? Well, I stepped out one afternoon to run some errands and---and when I came back, the door was just ...ajar. But also, nothing was really missing? Just a few things here and there I knew I wouldn’t miss and my filming camera. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but the cops came by to take a statement anyway...”

“Didn't you stream that night though?”

You nod shamefully, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I figured since nothing stolen was really irreplaceable. And I had a spare camera I ended up using so I thought it’d be okay.”

The two of you sigh in unison, settling into the quietness of Seungcheol, and now, your apartment. “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ll help with the bills and stuff, ‘Cheol! We’ll go halfsies on it, okay? I’ll pull my weight around here.”

You shoot him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around one of his. “Maybe I should take up Jeongguk with that collab stream idea…”

“Speaking of…”

‘Hey, it’s late but I need a favour when you’re free.’

Jeon 🥴: wussup u kno im always awake

‘Are you up for a trade?’

Jeon 🥴: why do u sound like jigsaw 😭😭

Jeon 🥴: also it depends

‘You help me move all of Cherry’s things to my apartment and she agrees to do a livestream with you.’

Jeon 🥴: the--

Jeon 🥴: just tell me when and where baby i got u

Sunday morning is a whirlwind of phone calls and favour-chains, big boxes and Jeongguk knocking early in the morning when he finally shows up.

“I’m ready to go whenever! Seokjin-hyung’s pretty upset he has to take my early shift but I promised him that I’d take his night shift and swore to never mention the time he broke the hot dog machine to Namjoon.”

Seungcheol turns to you, “So, I called the police department and asked if there were any updates and what we can do. All they could really tell me is that we’re free to go back to the apartment since they replaced the door and that they’ve already taken as many fingerprints as they can, so we can go get your things.” He pauses, “We probably shouldn’t try to take everything so quickly so we should go in and get your essential things and then just go back to grab the others later on, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response, making sure you have your things before the three of you head out. “My landlord texted me and told me to tell her when we get there so she can give me the new key.”

Jeongguk pops the gum in his mouth, heavy boots resounding through the apartment as he makes his way to the door.

“Let’s go get some shit!”

“So can we discuss the deal we got going on here?” Jeongguk bounces with giddiness from Seungcheol’s backseat, unable to sit still at the thought.

“Well, we can do two streams.” You take a second to turn around from the front seat, eyes locking onto Jeongguk who immediately leans in towards your face. “One on yours and one on mine. We’ll split whatever money we make and call it a day?”

“Wait a second, two streams? Why would he be on yours?” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at the road in front of him; knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t even properly in a live cam and now Jeongguk was going to be?

“Oh, I don’t think Seungcheol-hyung would like it very much. Although I will say, my stroke game is preeeeetty good.”

“No, you idiots, not like that!” Seungcheol snorts from the driver’s seat just as you roll your eyes. “On ‘Guk’s channel, we’ll just game. That’s it. Keep it PG, y’know? But on mine… We’ll still game, just… with some added bonuses. I’ve already thought it out, okay? Just trust me. We can do it on Friday night and Saturday night respectively, so we don’t kill our schedules too much.”

The two males nod in return as you turn back around to face forward. “Which, by the way, thank you Jeongguk for agreeing to come and bring the heavy stuff with us. I really appreciate it!”

Jeongguk smiles, although you can’t see it. “Hey, it’s no problem! And anyway, I already might’ve told my viewers that I’d be having a special guest soon so...” He trails off sheepishly; a pale pink blush on his cheeks.

“Wow, well, I guess if there’s anything we should be thankful for… At least they didn’t take the sybian.”

“Ugh, hyung, it’s probably because they couldn’t tell what it was. And they probably didn’t take a lot of the sex toys because they were probably freaked out.”

Jeongguk’s voice gets quieter and quieter as he exits the apartment that you and Seungcheol were still in.

“What’s the damage, baby?”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed, rummaging through a box of personal items. “It seems like they made more of a mess trying to find anything of worth, to be honest. Most of the things taken were gifts and some of my toys but the ones that were still in their packages. Some of my camera and lighting equipment also got taken…  Same goes for some of the lingerie sets you got me that were still in their packaging… ‘m sorry, ‘Cheol.” You pout up at him as he chuckles.

Seungcheol stands in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes. “That’s literally fine. You can always get more of those things anyway.”

He kisses you gently on the forehead; fingertips threaded through your hair. “Hey, if you’re still doing a show on Wednesday, I’ve got an idea.” Seungcheol offers.

“You? Have an idea?” You raise a brow at him, unsure whether or not to believe him. But before either of you can speak, Jeongguk comes back, boots stomping loudly on the hardwood.

“Let’s talk about this another time, when we’re alone.”

The two of you take the next couple of days in stride as you settle into your new place; whether it was temporarily or permanently for you.

Seungcheol continues his normal work routine and to some degree, you find yourself even more bored without him. For a while, you contemplate getting a part time job, at least to make up some extra money for rent and so that you weren’t always at home alone. 

“Hey, I’m back!”

Ah, perfect timing.

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in one of his shirts. “‘Cheollie~ Welcome home!”

“Have a fun day without me?” He asks, shucking off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the sofa.

“Errr, well, I had some thoughts… and some questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

You sit across from him, eyes blinking in unsureness as he stares at you. “Well… I was thinking… about maybe getting a part time job? I know we kinda made a lot with the last videos but, it’d help me not be so bored when you’re gone and hey, extra money is always good, right? I can replace all the stuff that got stolen too.” Seungcheol nods in thought, “Maybe you can find a place that’ll give you early shifts so I can just swing by and get you after work. I’d say come work at the roller rink but I don’t think that’d be the smartest idea...”

“I’ll find a place! I was going through the job listings earlier and there were some promising places~” A weight feels lifted from your shoulders as you smile back at Seungcheol; glad that he seemed to be willing to work with you and what you wanted. “Oh and… about the show tonight? What was your idea? We totally forgot about it.”

Seungcheol laughs breathily, running a hand through his hair as he gets up from the sofa to head towards the kitchen.

“Let’s let it be a surprise. C’mon, I wanna try a new recipe from our cookbooks.”

You set up the cameras as per Seungcheol’s request, checking the viewfinder. “Are you sure about this, ‘Cheol? You don’t have to be on cam with me if you don’t want to…”

Seungcheol chuckles as he tugs his shirt off, leaving his sweats on as he gets onto the bed with you. He checks the viewfinder with you, making sure the angle cuts off right at his collarbones. “I’m sure, and as long as the cameras don’t shift, we should be fine. I wanted to try this.”

The unknown factor scares you a little bit, but you trust Seungcheol enough to know that he knows what he’s doing.

“Now, c’mere.” He gestures to you as you tilt your head at him. “But there’s still, like, 12 minutes until we need to start…”

“Yeah, but we’re doing things my way tonight, right, sweetheart?”

Nodding slowly, you crawl on your knees towards Seungcheol, stopping right in front of him as he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You smile into it, melting under his touch before he pulls away. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” 

The mood shifts quickly when he slips into character and you can feel your heart racing in your chest when his arms wrap around your midsection. He tugs you towards himself until your back meets his warm naked chest.

“Daddy just wants to make you feel good, princess. Don’t you want that?”

The warmth blooms inside your chest at Seungcheol’s soft voice, “Mmhmm…”

You check the viewfinder to see half of your face cut off and Seungcheol’s head out of frame. His arms are wrapped firmly around your midsection before his hands start to roam your lingerie-clad body. “My babygirl’s had such a rough week. I think she deserves to be treated like a princess tonight.” You gulp as Seungcheol whispers into your hair; a content sigh on your lips when he cups your breasts in his palms.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You lean your head up against his shoulder as his fingertips continue to roam; letting him take the reins.

He slides your bra straps down your shoulders gently, kissing the skin before he slides the material from you. His hands find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as you mewl. “S--Seungcheol…”

His eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “Looks like it’s time, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you lean away from his touch for a second as you click the red button on your laptop screen that indicates you were live. It gives a countdown of three seconds just as you situate yourself back in Seungcheol’s lap.

gentleman_josh95: whoa what

universe_WZ: yo wait

angelhan: ????

kitty_junjun has donated $69

kitty_junjun: for my favorite couple

“H--Hi guys…” You whimper; lips falling into a silent moan when Seungcheol pinches your nipples between his fingers. “I--I, um, a-ah, daddy wanted to s-start early so…”

sleepy_wonu: ….interesting

sleepy_wonu has donated $50

therealchan99: btw u didnt have a show on sat! everything okay?

“Ah, ye---yeah, just, some stuff came u-up, is all. Sorry!” You shoot the camera a sheepish smile, hoping that nobody else presses for more.

Seungcheol notices the way you tense up in his hold as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Daddy’s taking care of it now, isn’t that right, babygirl?” The comments and donations flood the screen as Seungcheol talks; questions of who he was and comments about the previous videos still lingering in your viewers minds as they continue to praise the two of you.

He takes your distraction as an opportunity to ghost his hands down your torso until they flit along the edge of the waistband of your panties.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. Let them see how wet your panties are getting.”

sleepy_wonu: seems like daddy dom.cheol finally got his hands on you huh lol

sleepy_wonu: somehow i knew you’d make a good pair.

tangerine_kwan: the--------------

hoshi_tiger_xx: wait how r u sure

chwenon: actually.... 🥴🥴🥴

sleepy_wonu: i mean, do u see him in here? Isnt it weird he hasnt donated yet?

alphagyu97: goddamn he rly went from private show to actual fucking?

alphagyu97: … living his best life, i cant even complain

For a second, you want to respond, but you let the comments go on to see what else they had to say before chiming in.

A blush blooms on your cheeks when Seungcheol ghosts his fingers over your panties; hips rising off of the bed when he presses into the growing wet patch on the material. He chuckles lightly as he, too, reads over the comments.

“Guess we’re caught, huh?” You can’t help but giggle at Seungcheol’s lighthearted approach to them finding out; glad that he seemed to be okay with it.

chwenon: bruh he said stroke game on ✨x-games✨

xcaliburDK: wait so r u guys gonna be on cam together regularly now?

artist8hao: damn, shouldve known he was packin

“Erm… we--well, not necessarily! He’ll, maybe, join me for some here and, mmh,  there but… but that’s it for, ah, n-now..”

Seungcheol drags his fingers up and down your folds through your panties as the material starts to stick to you like a second skin. He noticed you’d hit your show minimum where you usually liked to really start your show, moments prior.

“But for today, I thought I’d take it slow with our babygirl. Let her feel nice and good after her long week.” He checks the viewfinder one more time to make sure everything’s okay before he drags his fingers back to the waistband of your panties as he starts to push them down. “Help me get these off of you, sweetheart.”

You replace his hands with yours as you shimmy the soaked material down your legs until you can kick them off.

Spreading your legs, you make sure you’re directly in the camera’s views as Seungcheol brings his fingertips down to your soaking cunt. “Look at her. I’ve only been touching her for a little while and she’s already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

tangerine_kwan: fuck, give her what she wants

artist8hao: sink those fingers into her tight pussy just like what she likes

Seungcheol drags his fingers through your wet folds teasingly slow as you whine. “M-more… daddy…” He hums in response, middle finger on your clit as he rubs slow circles. Your eyes slide close at his gentle touch, body filled with warmth as you rest against him. You even momentarily forget that the two of you were being watched live; if not for the sounds of donations and comments pouring out of your speakers.

“Babygirl, don’t you have an announcement for your viewers?” He grins against your hair just as he runs his fingers through your wetness again; this time, positioning two fingers at your entrance as he slowly sinks them into you.

He starts a slow pace as he pumps them inside of your warm walls, curling and scissoring them as you clench around the digits.

“A-ah, y--yeah, this Friday I--I’m doing a collab stream on--on, ngh, G-Golden Closet Gaming and, fuh--fuck, on Saturday we’ll be doing a collab stream on, hah, my ch--channel!”

xcaliburDK: wait u kno gcg too?

therealchan99: threesome?

angelhan: wow this channel is growing so fast

“N-no, ah, d-daddy wouldn’t like that very m-much but, mmh, it’s---it’s for a good reason! I promise~!” You let out a choked sob just as Seungcheol starts thrusting his fingers faster; heels digging into the sheets as your legs threaten to clamp shut.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep your legs spread, baby. They have to see your pretty ‘lil cunt stretched wide around my fingers.” He kisses your hair once more before he ever so slowly adds a third finger, pumping them into you slowly. Your nails dig into his thighs at the fullness you feel, hips bucking up as you meet his fingers.

“O-oh my god, ‘m suh--so full!” You whimper, eyes clamped shut.

You already feel yourself close to an orgasm as your thighs start to shake. Seungcheol takes notice of the way your pussy gets tighter around his fingers and the way your breath becomes more stuttered as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Get my fingers nice and wet.” Seungcheol coos.

“D---daddy!”

The donations and comments flood the screen with words of praise as your orgasm washes over you; back bowing away from Seungcheol as your body locks up in his lap. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub, laughing lightly when your thighs clamp shut around his arm.

universe_WZ: so fuckin pretty when she cums

alphagyu97: a sweet babygirl getting what she deserves

Small cries fall off your lips as the oversensitivity starts to bite and you bring your hand to Seungcheol’s forearm as you whine and try to push his hand away. “Mmh… ‘m sensitive now…”

He nods gently as he slowly eases his fingers out of your soaking pussy. “Spread your legs.” 

You shakily follow his orders as you catch your breath; shaky legs parting for the camera to see. Seungcheol brings his wet fingers to your lips as you start to lick and clean them of your wetness.

kitty_junjun: fuck and she’s such a good girl too

universe_WZ: a good babygirl who knows how to clean up her messes huh

Seungcheol clears his throat, adrenaline rushing through his veins, “I want you to cum one more time for me, baby. Think you can?” You blink sleepily at the camera, foggy eyes already noticing you’d somehow made twice as much in this show despite Seungcheol not being any of the donators.

“I---I think so, daddy…”

He nods, gulping as he slowly starts to move from behind you. “Good, because you’re gonna cum on my tongue for everyone now.”

Arousal pools in you at Seungcheol’s words and you shoot him a panicked look when he gets up from the bed. He smiles at you softly, rounding the bed and entering the camera’s view with the back of his head showing.

“Lean up against the pillows, sweetheart. Let them see your cute face when you’re cumming on daddy’s tongue.”

angelhan: blue hair huh

sleepy_wonu: lol tryna keep tabs so u kno who to look for?

alphagyu97: maybe

therealchan99: yes but no

Seungcheol takes a deep breath before he lays on his stomach between your legs, hands on your thighs as he places them over his shoulders. He’s slightly nervous; if only because he’s worried he might accidentally show his face. But he steels himself, smiling up at you once before he leans in, tongue already flicking at your sensitive clit before you can even properly get situated.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Your hands immediately tangle into Seungcheol’s hair as you throw your head back against the pillows.

This time, he doesn’t start slow; his plump lips around your clit as he sucks hard. “D--Daddy, please!” You whine as you dig your heels into his back and Seungcheol is quick to laugh against your skin. He kisses your clit; smirking when you jolt under his touch.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Do you want me to stop?” He lets you catch your breath as you slowly bring your head down to look at him; bleary eyes focused on his wet lips and twinkling eyes.

“N-no… jus’ wanna c-cum again…’m really close already ‘cause ‘m sensitive...”

Seungcheol hums, leaning in closer as he drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in as you moan above him. He repeats this process a few times, teasing you as you whine and squirm.

xcaliburDK: goddamn her expressions are so cute

chwenon: she rly does look good like this

hoshi_tiger_xx: better than her toys

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

You get lost in the pleasure, already on the brink of your second orgasm when Seungcheol sucks your clit back into his mouth. He draws you in closer by your thighs when he feels you shaking under his touch; doubling his efforts when he can already feel your body start to lock up.

Seungcheol flattens his tongue against you, dragging his tongue up and down in hard strokes.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m---I’m c-cumming!”

Tears wet your lashes as you cum hard on his tongue; fingertips locked tight in his hair as your hips cant up into his mouth. He lets you do as you please, letting you ride his tongue as you take your pleasure from him.

The sounds of donations and comments pour in from behind Seungcheol’s back and he has an itching feeling that the shows in which he actually appeared were going to be more popular from now on.

Not that he’d complain.

Your soft cries from above pull Seungcheol from his thoughts as he slowly eases his tongue off of you; kissing your sensitive clit one last time as you squirm.

“Nooooo~” You cry, pushing his head away as he laughs.

“It was nice meeting you all~” Seungcheol comments as he slides out of view of the camera. “I’ll let you take it from here, sweetheart.”

You smile tiredly at Seungcheol, wiping the sweat from your brow as you close your shaky legs.

“Thank you, daddy~”

“Did you still want to get a part time job? I mean… these numbers…”

Muttering, Seungcheol turns off all the lights before he slides under the bedsheets with you, laptop dead-center as the two of you look at the amount of donations you’d made from the single live show.

“Yeah, I think it’d be fun! And anyway, I might’ve already found a place! And with a friend!” You grin at him just as you slam your laptop shut; confusion painted on his features even in the darkness.

“A friend? And where?”

“’Dynamite’! With Jun!”

Seungcheol snorts, flopping into his pillow. “You serious? Why there?”

You snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his arm as you stare up at his side profile. “They’re hiring, Jun would know my schedule the best, and I’d have someone familiar with me.” Pausing, you smirk up at him even if he can’t see it. “And they probably have cute little pastel diner outfits… With a cute ‘lil skirt… And if I bend over enough for you, maybe you’ll see my cute ‘lil panties that are already wet just thinkin’ about you… ‘n maybe you’ll have to take me back to your car and fuck me in your backseat and cum all over my cute outfit.”

Seungcheol nods in though, images of you bent over the hood of his car with your panties pushed to the side as he fucks you in the parking lot; the risk of everyone seeing you making his cock throb in his sweats.

“Hmm... Touché.”

[bangtiddies]

Full Moons and Arrows

Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Female Reader, a split second of Taehyung x Unnamed Female OC Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Fantasy Rating: PG15 Words: 3.1k Warnings: minor violence, blood, kidnapping, mentioned death, use of weapons, mentioned sex

Summary: Despite having spent almost five full moons with Prince Jimin, you haven’t managed to tell him of your past. On the night of your fifth full moon together, your old enemies discover your whereabouts.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. I’m so sorry that this took me so long to write jdfksnkekd but here’s my last Drinks & Drabbles fic!! This fic is heavily inspired by D&D and those fantasy historical anime I used to watch as a kid (*cough* Inuyasha *cough*) Requested by @hyyunjins​​ for Drinks & Drabbles: i would like to request jimin + wine + whiskey ;-;

Jimin is never late, always making it by the entrance of your orchard thirty minutes after sunset. He always greets you with a kind smile, affection in his eyes. A passionate kiss, hand intertwining with yours, “I missed you today.”

So, you feel a shiver down your spine when the glass candle clock tells you that it has been almost sixty minutes since you lit it after sunset. Jimin is late. And it’s not something you can shrug off — he would send his trusted adviser to inform you if he got caught up in business. You know that with Jimin’s status as the crown prince and how fast rumours spread in the small kingdom, news of him being potentially unwell would have reached you by now. Not to mention that you had seen Jimin earlier today in the village when he was tending to some business, fond look in his eyes telling you that he would meet you tonight under the full moon.

It’s become somewhat of a tradition to meet under the full moon and spend the night together, ever since you had met him five moons ago. Since then, you had been courted by the crown prince. Since then, the nights spent together would sometimes last a full candle clock.

Five moons ago, you had arrived in the small kingdom with your friend Jungkook, deciding to settle down. There was an orchard owned by an elderly elven couple that the two of you had inherited after a mission that lasted four moons. The owners were thankful of the two of you granting their favour, and since they had no heir, they gifted their orchard to you in gratitude.

Settling down was a decision that you and Jungkook agreed on, disbanding from your party of rogue travellers and wanting nothing more than to settle in one place. To finally find a place to call home. You had offered the rest of your friends to settle alongside you and Jungkook, but they denied your offer, still wanting to live in the thrill of adventure.

On the second night of your settlement, you were greeted by a beautiful prince at the entrance of the orchard. Kind eyes and friendly conversation lead into stories of the young prince’s childhood spent playing in the orchard and picking the fruit off the trees. Several nights under the stars passed, slowly falling into a romantic rhythm with the crown prince. Until one night, under the first full moon, you were courted by the prince, confessions shared and a candle clock spent in passion.

Five moons have passed and you’re still enamoured by Jimin, Crown Prince of Jasmine, just like you were the first night you met him. A season has passed, and your lover looks even more beautiful under the cherry blossom trees. Despite your love for him, you’ve yet to tell him of your past. He knows that you were an adventurer before settling in Jasmine, but the reputation you once had is something you’ve kept in the dark.

Perchance you’ll be telling him very soon.

You see a glimpse of the shadow of a person on the path toward the orchard, worry filling your lungs as the candle clock burns past the sixty minute mark. It takes a while to find the owner of the shadow, only to have a person you had not seen in five moons appearing by the trees beside you. Your eyes widen, an unsettling feeling travelling down your back. It’s too convenient for an old friend to appear when your lover is late. There’s no way that this could be a coincidence.

“Fox,” you whisper into the silent night. “What are you doing here?”

Jung Hoseok, also known as Zinnia’s Fox, one of the best rogues you know, looks conflicted. His sombre expression brings a constricting feeling of fear to your chest. Jungkook, who seemed to have noticed Hoseok’s arrival, stumbles out of the front door of your humble house. Doe eyes wide, he looks between you and Hoseok.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok says, taking a shaky breath in. “The Crimson River Bandits, they--”

“They have the prince, don’t they,” Jungkook says, realising the situation after seeing how much time has passed since lighting the candle clock.

“I overheard them talking about capturing the Monkey’s lover and I had to come here to inform you.”

“Is the rest of the team with you,” you ask.

Hoseok nods. “They’re in the forest by Jasmine’s Southern river.”

“The bandits?”

“By the river.”

“Of course they are,” Jungkook mutters. “Bloody river bandits and their obsession with rivers.”

“Rabbit,” you say, Jungkook’s alias feeling so odd on your tongue after so long. “Get my bow and arrows, will you?”

Jungkook’s eyes light up. “Are we fighting again?”

You smirk. “Of course we are. Those bandits picked the wrong target.”

(As you rush down to the river, Jungkook lets out a confused huff.

“Why would river bandits want to kidnap your prince?”

Hoseok lets out a chuckle. “Remember when Monkey retrieved that crimson artifact for the noble family thirteen moons ago? Apparently it was one of their most prized stolen possessions.”

You scoff. “They’ve been holding a grudge for that long? How pathetic.”

Jungkook laughs, excitement coursing through his veins. “This is going to be so fun.”)

The Crimson River Bandits are known for their bloody deeds, usually performed by a river so that the outcome from their fights turns the water into a deep crimson colour. You know that they’re after your head, so you have faith that they’ve yet to kill your beloved. Most bandits that you’ve come across find more thrill in fair fighting and looting — killing a prince would definitely put an unwanted target on their backs from people other than a skilled rogue party. And with the reputation that your party had, they probably only expected to fight you alone.

Your old party greets you when Hoseok leads you to their camp in the forest. Taehyung pulls both you and Jungkook into a bone crushing hug upon your arrival, blabbering about how he missed you.

“Starling has his eyes on the bandits. He’ll signal us if the bandits do anything suspicious,” Taehyung says after pulling away from the two of you.

Seokjin has a teasing glint to his eyes when he approaches you. “So, a prince, huh? You’ve really settled down.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, averting your eyes so you don’t lose your composure under Seokjin’s teasing gaze. “And?”

“They’re disgusting,” Jungkook teases. “They make love under every full moon.”

“I will skin you alive,” you grit through your teeth.

“Careful, she might actually hurt you,” Namjoon warns from where he’s sitting by the tents, eyes not leaving his spell book.

“We should also make our way to the river,” Hoseok says, before turning to Namjoon. “Are your spells ready?”

Namjoon sighs and nods. “I hope I don’t have to use them, though.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Seokjin says.

“Raccoon, make sure to signal us if anyone targets the camp,” Hoseok says, turning to the bard standing by the tents. She nods her head in response.

The river isn’t far from the forest, but far enough that the plan for rescue won’t be heard from where the river bandits are situated. Seokjin lays out the plan to you and Jungkook before you leave. Soon enough, your team of six are stealthily making your way toward the bandit camp by the river.

When the camp comes into view, your breath hitches. There’s no sight of Jimin yet — you suspect that he’s probably being held in one of the tents, away from sight. You check your peripheral vision, to see if anyone from your party is in sight, before revealing yourself in front of the bandits. They sneer and laugh at the sight of you on your own, probably thinking that they’ll have you cornered. You stand with the most powerful posture you can, keeping your head up.

“You have the prince,” you state.

A man steps forward with a menacing grin, yellow teeth showing proudly. From the red garb that he’s wearing, you assume that he’s the leader of the bandits. “You arrived quickly. How did you like our message?”

You didn’t receive the message, having already left the orchard before it was sent by arrow. But you know the contents of it, information from Hoseok’s amazing eavesdropping skills coming in handy.

“It was pretty pathetic,” you said, glaring at the leader. You want to rile them up as much as you can. “If you want to seek vengeance against me, why kidnap a prince? Why not ambush me when my guard is down?”

The leader laughs and it echoes through the silent night. “He’s your beloved, is he not? Holding him captive will prevent you from running from us just like our last encounter.”

“I had no business with you in our last encounter. I already had what I needed.”

The man’s grin drops into a sneer. “You took an artifact that was important to us.”

“The artifact was not yours to begin with.”

“Silence,” the leader growls, pulling out his scimitar. “Or I will kill the prince with my own hands.”

You smirk. “Now, you wouldn’t be foolish enough to kill a prince, would you?”

“I will make it that the river turns crimson with your blood for getting away from the Crimson River Bandits. Men! Get the prince,” the leader spits, glaring at you as his mouth widens into a menacing grin. “Don’t worry, wench, we’ll let you see your beloved before you perish.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t say a word. You need to make sure that Jimin is alive and well first.

The bandits bring Jimin out from one of their tents, the young prince struggling in their grip. His wrists are tied together by rope, the red burn around his wrists evidence that he’s been fighting the moment he’s been captured.

“Let me down!” he yells at them. “Get me out of these restraints immediately!”

When he notices you standing by the river, his eyes widen. He stops struggling, mouth open, about to speak to you.

“Dear prince, how nice of you to join us,” the leader says with a glint in his eyes, grin teasing you.

“Nice?” Jimin scoffs. “I was taken here against my will.”

The leader laughs. “You can blame your beloved for that.”

Jimin looks over to you, noticing your hostile state, the fact that you’re not in restraints like himself. His soft eyes ask you a million questions, and you try to send him a message with a single expression. He gives you a nod, and you hope that it means that he understood.

“Are you petty enough to hold a grudge for thirteen moons,” you ask the leader.

“You took an artifact from us,” the leader snarled.

“So you decided to hold my beloved captive?” you laugh. “Unfortunately, you picked the wrong enemy.”

You draw an arrow, causing the rest of the bandits to draw their weapons. Jimin’s eyes widen, trying his best to remove himself from the restraints. The situations seems unfair. There’s about thirty bandits. Against one you.

Suddenly, a yell is heard from behind one of the tents. A bandit falls unconscious, weapon now disappeared, the sound of rustling in the bushes nearby.

The leader turns to see his fallen bandit, before turning back to you with a glare.

“You have people with you,” he states.

You smirk. “Did you really think I was going to come alone?”

Lightening strikes, barely missing one of the bandits, starting the ambush from your party. Each of your party members appear from different areas of the camp, fighting away the bandits and disarming them. You jump back onto the bridge, keeping yourself at a good distance from the camp for your ranged weapons. A shadow weaves between bandits to swiftly remove Jimin from his restraints, all while taking down the bandits by his side.

“Thanks,” Jimin says to the man who freed him, taking in his black attire and harnesses. With the man is a familiar face, Jeon Jungkook, hands and feet bare, in a stance prepared to fight.

Hoseok smiles. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Monkey’s beloved.”

Jungkook scoffs from beside him, kicking and punching away any bandit that came close to the prince. “Stop being weird, Fox.”

“I have an ought to meet the man who stole the heart of my friend,” Hoseok says to Jungkook, before striking a bandit who comes up behind him and disarming him. He then turns to Jimin. “I can take you somewhere safe.”

Jimin’s eyes harden, cold stare toward the leader who’s occupied by a giant tiger. “I’m not going anywhere. I can fight.”

“Prince Jimin, please,” Jungkook starts, wanting to deter Jimin from staying the middle of the camp, the fear of the potential of the prince being struck by a weapon in his mind. But he sighs, seeing the determined look on the prince’s face. “Don’t get hurt.”

Jimin nods, picking up a weapon from one of the fallen bandits, and readying himself for the fight. Jungkook smiles with excitement and curiosity, having never seen this side of the prince before. He would assume that this Jimin was someone else completely different from the one he knew, if it weren’t for the soft glances he keeps making toward you.

Half the bandits down and disarmed, you continue to shoot your arrows toward the rest of the bandits, making sure you don’t kill them. You notice that Taehyung’s struggling with the leader of the bandits on his own and decide to help, not seeing Jimin sneaking up on the leader.

When you do, however, it’s too late.

Your eyes widen, hands shaking. It’s too late. You’ve already let go of your arrow. Your world slows as your arrow strikes Jimin instead of the leader of the bandits.

You quickly jump off the bridge, running toward where Jimin is. The leader, distracted by Jimin’s yell of pain, is suddenly disarmed by Taehyung, taking the leader’s weapons with a growl. Jimin strikes the man with his weapon before falling, arrow still lodged in his back.

“Jimin!” you yell, catching your beloved before he hits the ground. You make sure to not touch the arrow, not wanting to make the injury worse. Guilt rises in your throat as you noticed Jimin’s ragged breathing.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, love in his eyes. “You’re pretty cool, you know.”

You try to smile back, keeping your emotions at bay. You can’t show the bandits any vulnerability. “Just keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

The leader of the bandits laughs, gripping onto his bleeding arm. He opens his mouth to say something condescending, only for Hoseok to jump through the shadows to blow some sleeping powder in the leader’s face.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you,” Hoseok says to the leader, getting one last tired sneer before the man passes out. The rest of your party runs to where the rest of you are, Yoongi already by Jimin’s side to give him a quick healing spell.

“All the bandits are disarmed and unconscious,” Namjoon lets Hoseok know.

Hoseok nods. “Let’s get back to camp.”

You’re lucky that your party has some decent healers, worry no longer sitting in your chest as you sit by the fire of your party’s camp. Yoongi plays his lute to entertain the rest of your teammates as you wait for Jimin to fully heal. Taehyung, back in his human form, rests in his tent with his beloved, scars he received from fighting with the leader of the bandits being healed by her.

Jimin walks out of the tent after a few songs, Seokjin following after him. His eyes scan the camp before they land on you, a wide smile breaking out on his face. He walks to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as he sits next to you.

“How are you feeling,” you ask in a quiet voice.

“Like I’m brand new.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, guilt still in your chest.

“Hey,” Jimin whispers, pulling you in so your head hits his chest. “I’m alive. You’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

Yoongi starts a new song and this time, Jungkook sings along with his soft and beautiful voice. The two of you sit together in silence, listening to the beautiful music. Seokjin is sitting close by so he can keep an eye on Jimin, but he gives the two of you privacy and starts a hushed conversation with Hoseok.

“So,” Jimin says after a while, pulling away from the hug so he can look at you, teasing glint in his eyes. “You’re a ranger, huh?”

You nod. “I wasn’t sure how I could tell you. I’m sorry.”

Jimin laughs. “It’s fine. We’ve only known each other for five moons. We have plenty more time to get to know each other.”

“Well, I guess I should also let you know that I’m known as Hydrangea’s Monkey.”

“I heard,” Jimin smirks. “Even I knew about Hydrangea’s Monkey before I met you. When the crimson bandits talked of Hydrangea’s Monkey, I couldn’t believe that they were talking about you.”

“So,” you ask. “What will you do with this information?”

Jimin leans into you, lips centimetres away from yours. “I think I want to see more of Hydrangea’s Monkey. You look ravishing when you fight.”

You close the gap between you and Jimin, locking your lips with his, kissing him with passion, desperation, love, love, love. You run your fingers through his hair and he gasps into the kiss, hands gripping your waist.

“Hey, not in front of the kids!” Seokjin yells, running to Jungkook so he can cover his eyes.

“I’m not a child!” Jungkook exclaims, fighting Seokjin’s hands. “I’ve seen enough of their lip-locking already.”

You pull away from the kiss so you can laugh at your friends, arms still over Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin’s hands don’t leave your waist, instead he grips them tighter.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” Jimin whispers.

You turn to him, a glint in your eyes, smile on your face. “Let’s go find ourselves some privacy.”

The two of you swiftly sneak away from your party, giggling together and holding hands as you find a nice clearing under the moon. You spend your fifth full moon with Jimin like you always do, only tonight is filled with more love and passion than the full moons before. That night, you make a promise. A promise for a future, a promise to get to know each other more.

Under the fifth full moon together, you find yourself loving Jimin more than you thought you ever could.

[cravingmarvel]

Sugar

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, stalking, just mob things 

Summary: James Barnes had his eyes on you and he can’t stand things he can’t have.

A/N: lmao I don’t know what this is, don’t ask. We won’t talk about this. Just leave me BE.

Masterlist 

Sugar

“Please, just give me any job, any! I’ll even clean toilets for god’s sake!”

I followed John around his office like I didn’t have any dignity left within me, but all he did was shake his head frantically. He hurried around his office collecting pieces of paper with me right on his feet. Working in John’s hardware store was the last thing I wanted to do but the options I have are running dangerously low. I was hoping that he would help me out since he’d known me since I was a child.

“I’m sorry Y/n, but I can’t do that.”

“Why?” 

I had him trapped between me and his desk by now trying to get an answer out of him.

“Because he told me not to. He told me whatever You say to turn you down. For- for any job.” John said, the papers in his hands shaking. The poor man had fear written all over his face.

“Who?” 

“James Barnes.”

-

I met my problem two months ago at my then still husband Mark’s opening celebration. He was finally opening his very own law firm, with many sponsors at his back supporting his career, one of them being James. I’ve been with Mark throughout his days in Law school, the dream of ‘Johnson Law Firm – Criminal Defence & Family Law’ set in his mind ever since he knew he wanted to become a lawyer.

Mark took my hand leading me through the room, he was introducing me to all kinds of people. Salesmen, real estate agents and dozens of entrepreneurs, all of whom he was sponsored by. This project of his was quite expensive and finding the right place and interior turned out to be difficult enough. To find the money to get it all was the cherry on top, so Mark turned to sponsors, giving them advertisements and recommending them to his clients if necessary.

“Love, this is James Barnes, the man who really made all of this possible.”

Mark took his hand away from my back stuffing it in his pocket. I looked at the man in front of me, his short hair styled back, curling slightly. The two men behind him politely nodding their heads. I took his outstretched hand in mine and smiled up at him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes.” 

Instead of shaking my hand, he turned it and kissed the back of my hand, looking into my eyes. “Oh, don’t be so formal, Darling. Just call me James.” He said while his white teeth shined bright at me. “This is Sam and Steve, my right-hand men, can’t get rid of them.” 

My cheeks heated up a little, feeling slightly intimidated by the obviously rich man.

I didn’t know it then, but he seems to be the bad omen in my life. 

- 

Not long after that, Mark, the man I have been with for ten years, half of that married, divorced me. I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t take the fear in his eyes as an indication for who was behind it all. He didn’t give me enough reasons and the ones he gave me had holes in them so much so that they were almost non-existent.

I was forced to move out, an apartment outside Manhattan since that was all I could afford. I have to admit that most of the income we had was from Mark. I hadn’t lived alone since college, but the loneliness wasn’t the worst part, it was staying above the water with the money I made.

After just a few days of living in my new apartment, the worst that could happen, happened. Even the company I worked for turned their back on me, my boss, Kyle, apologizing profusely after handing me the envelope.

But it didn’t stop there, every guy I met after finding the courage to date again seemed to run away from me as soon as a second date was planned. I felt cursed, the universe had cursed me. 

My life was falling to pieces. 

So that’s how I ended up in John’s office, an old friend of mine. One who was refusing me a job because James Barnes told him so. My question wasn’t really why James told him so, it was rather why John listened to him.

I looked at John, realization kicking in as he mumbled his next apology, fear in his eyes once again as if I would hurt him.  

“I- I have to go. Bye John, thank you.”

-

I knew where I needed to go and that’s where I went, storming into the lobby of Hydra & Co. right to the front desk. “Excuse me?” I said to the woman sitting in front of me, my hands clutching to the white wood. “I need to speak to Mr. Barnes immediately.”

She looked up at me, holding her other hand to the mic of her phone, her lips in a tight smile. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you up without an appointment.” She went right back to listening to the person on the other side of the line.

“Look-“ I lowered my eyes to the nametag on her blazer “Jenna, I need to speak to him right now ok?” I knew my face was bright red, my fingers clinging to the wood. “He is ruining my life and I need to speak to him!”

The poor woman started to panic, eyes growing bigger as I leaned forward, my tone and choice of words harsher than I wanted them to be. The person on the phone clearly overheard me as the woman explained to them that I was requesting to see Mr. Barnes.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

She mumbled something before hanging up the phone.  “Please continue to the 46th floor.” Her smile matched her uncertain body language.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, not really focussing on the blond woman sitting at yet another desk waiting for me to speak up, but I just went straight for the big doors. I stood there for a second, raising my hand, knocking three times. I heard a faint ‘come in’ and upon opening the door I saw James sitting behind his desk.

He looked up from his computer, smiling. “It’s so nice to see you again, y/n.”

I could hardly pull myself together. He so nonchalantly welcomed me into his office as if he didn’t have a clue on why I was here in the first place. The door shut behind me making me jump.

“Please tell me what’s going on, John told me you told him not give me a job. Just tell me why? With Mark gone, I can barely hold myself up.”

There was no point in holding back what I wanted to say. I felt a little embarrassed, but I needed to clear the air, to confirm that this man I hardly knew was the reason behind my failed attempts at getting a job.

“Oh yeah, Mark. Was easy getting him out of the picture.” James rose from his seat, slowly walking around the desk. “Look, ever since seeing you at that losers opening party, I just knew I had to fight for what want.”

I felt like a little child asking for her favourite toy back. James is intimidating, very. “What do you mean get Mark out of the picture?” I tilted my head.

“Well I told him that if he didn’t divorce you, I would pull back the funding’s for his Law firm.” His mouth curled up to a twisted smile.

“So, you threatened him?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a threat, let’s just call it a favour.”

“For whom?”

“For you!” James stepped closer to me. “He can’t ever give you what I can.”

I couldn’t back away, not now that he thinks he has control over my life. “You don’t love me! You just want what you can’t have!”

James stood in front of me, his breath hot on my forehead. His hand rested on my waist, squeezing it a little. He bent down, his lips grazing on my ear. “There’s nothing I can’t have, darling.”

I shoved him away with the strength I still had left. “You’re disgusting!”

James chuckled darkly as he pushed his hands in his pockets. I turned on my heels, pulling the door open without looking back. I could feel his smirk on the back of my neck, shivers running down my spine as I still felt his touch linger on my body, his breath on my ear and the soft, deep tone of his voice ringing in my head.

-

As I walked back to my apartment days after the “talk” I had with James, I saw the familiar car parked on the other side of the street. The two men leaning against the side of it were all too familiar too. Sam and Steve, that’s they’re names. I do recognize them from Mark’s opening party, but also because since then I see them linger around me once in a while.

I crossed the street, determined to stop this nonsense at once.

“Can you guys stop following me?” I said, crossing my arms on my chest as I stopped in front of them.

“Oh, we’re not following you. We’re protecting you.” Sam said, adjusting his sunglasses.

“From what?” I asked, my confusion making them smile.

“Well, someone trying to rob you.” Steve said.

“Hurt you.” Sam threw right back.

“Kill you.” Steve said looking at Sam.

“Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re the reason people are getting threatened left and right. The mob boss himself holding a gun in someone’s face really makes them take a step back and think about what their doing.” Steve explained.

“Urgh, and that’s my fault because?” I was confused and irritated. Why did I have to run into mobsters of all people.

This wasn’t anything like ‘Goodfellas’.

-

Even though having Sam and Steve on my back every day was a little irritating, I still felt a little bad. I know I shouldn’t, but I still did. I mean, their oh so busy boss is sitting behind a desk while his so-called right-hand men are outside my Apartment complex, waiting for me to do anything interesting.

So I thought the best thing to do to make all of our lives just a little more enjoyable and to also get both of the men on my side a little, I took two disposable cups, filled them with coffee and went to the car.

I looked through the driver’s seat window, Sam and Steve watching ‘The Little Mermaid’. As I knocked on the glass with my knuckle, both jumped closing the laptop.

Sam let his window down. “God you scared us.”

“Here.” I said while giggling, handing Sam the cups of coffee. “Just a little gift from me. Don’t tell your boss though.”

“Why?” Steve leaned over so I could properly see him. “Not the gift part, the boss part. Thanks!”

“Don’t want your boss to get the wrong idea.”

-

I knew this was a terrible idea. Not well thought out and executed within an hour. My mind was still trying to convince me to go back to my apartment. But something within me stood tall. I was called up to the woman and smiled at her.

“One ticket to Utah please.”

She typed something into the computer and proceeded to take a call while doing so. “And your name, miss?”

“Oh, Y/n y/l/n.” I looked around aimlessly waiting for her to hand me my plane ticket.

“I’m so sorry, but there aren’t any seats left.”

“What do you mean? What about first class?”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Does James Barnes have anything to do with this maybe?”

Her eyes grew big as I mentioned his name, she lowered the phone, looking at it and them back at me.

“Right.” I nodded my head, a little glad that this didn’t work out, I mean, what was I supposed to do in Utah?

Upon walking out, I was once again followed by Sam and Steve, the duo that can’t even seem to brush their teeth with separate toothbrushes.

“So, you’re not leaving?”

I dragged my suitcase behind me, huffing at Sam’s comment. It’s not like I just realized how stupid the idea was to fly to my hometown, but in the whim of a moment it did. Just for a small moment it seemed like my ticket out, but James seems to be a few steps ahead of me, his little minions right on my heels.

“No, I guess not, Sam.”

“C’mon, let us give you a ride back.” Sam stopped at the car holding the door open for me. I sat in the car with a grunt.

The car ride was plagued by silence… from me. Steve and Sam, the dynamic duo, chatted along as if nothing had happened.

“You know, Y/n, Buck isn’t that bad. He does come off as tough and scary at times but he kinda has to. As soon as he shows any weakness, people don’t take him seriously.”

“Cute.”

“Y/n… he wouldn’t do all this if he didn’t seriously like you. Deep down he’s a sweet guy, trust me.” Steve went on, but that didn’t faze me.

I started out of the window, watching the buildings pass as we approached my place.

-

After my attempt to flee the city, I felt a little embarrassed with myself. The poor plan I was sure made James laugh, it’s as if I could hear him laugh all the way somewhere from the outskirts of New York. I couldn’t stop myself from walking through the city asking for a job, but no one would offer me one. Some wouldn’t even let me into the building after hearing my name. New York has shut its doors.

I walked home, not missing the presence of Sam and Steve, S&S, the Bonny and Clyde of New York, my personal bodyguards around me. They were everywhere, almost knowing exactly where I was going. I was getting a little used to it.

Upon walking into the small entrance area of my apartment building, I emptied my mailbox. I knew that none of these were good news, those were very uncommon these days it seemed.

I kicked off my shoes, hung up my cardigan and went straight do the couch rubbing my feet. The regret of wearing heels swung around in my head, they make you look very professional but hurt your feet if you walk in them all day through the city.

I went lazily through the letters. Just bills, payments that were way too overdue and a letter from my landlord. That one caught my eye immediately as I haven’t had an issue with her since I moved in. She knew of my problem and welcomed me with open arms, but the letter proved otherwise.

I stumbled out of the door, down two floors, hitting a wall on my way for good measure. I knocked on her door, hearing footsteps on the other side.

“Jenna, you’re kicking me out?” I held the letter up to her face as soon as she opened the door.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I- “

“No! Tell me this isn’t the work of James Barnes.” My ears were ringing, tears prickling on the corners of my eyes. “Please.”

Jenna exhaled sharply. “He came by yesterday, threatened me, held a gun to my head, y/n- “

“Wow.” I breather out, leaning against the door frame.

“I can’t have you here, not when I have a baby to protect, I’m sorry.”

“No, I understand.” I removed myself from her door frame, smiling as best as I could. I didn’t need her to worry about me, herself and especially not her baby. The poor child doesn’t need to grow up without parents.

I walked up to my apartment. The only good thing was, that I didn’t have a lot to pack up. The things I do have were fairly light and I could ask Danny, John’s son, from the hardware store to help me move.

What was James thinking? He either loved me or wanted me to die in a ditch, I couldn’t decide. The anger bubbling within me made my blood boil. He couldn’t do this. If he really loved me like he claimed he does, then he wouldn’t have me struggling so much.

I pulled my heels back on my feet as I stumbled out of my apartment once again. I couldn’t get down the many flights of stairs without stripping and falling but I only hand one goal. The hatred I felt for James fuelled the fire in me.

I spotted Sam and Steve in the car and approached it with speed, looking left and right to avoid getting run over. I hastily slammed my palm on the window catching Sam’s attention. He rolled the window down.

“Bring me to him. James.” I held the bottom of the window with my palms, sweat collecting on my neck, my hairs sticking to it.

“He’s at home.” Sam responded as if I cared where he was.  

“Well let’s go!” I climbed in the backseat and heard Sam swear under his breath.

We arrived at James’s house, or rather mansion. The white bricked mansion stood out amongst the greenery surrounding it. There were several armed men standing around the mansion, dressed in all black. As we pulled up to the front steps, right next to the rather large fountain, Sam and Steve, the dynamic duo, led me inside.

Marble on top of marble, not the cheaper kind. The one that’s so thick you couldn’t seem to break it if you tried. Sam told me exactly where to go and I didn’t waste any time, running up the stairs, turned the left corner and went straight to the end of the corridor. My feet stomping on the ground like I’m a child.

I stood in front of the heavy looking white doors. I raised my hand knocking three times. I didn’t give James any time to tell me to come in, pushing the door open. He seemed to be quite surprised as he stood up from his seat.

“How dare you?” I spoke, a little too quiet to my liking, the tears threatened to fall from my eyes and I just let them. At this point I didn’t care what he thought of me, I just needed to let go. “How dare you have me kicked out of my home? And on top of that threaten poor Jenna!”

He rounded the desk like he did when I showed up in his office. “Y/n, you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

“But I don’t want to!”

I looked over to the shelve, walking over to it. Looking back and forth to the small green vase sitting atop it, back to James and back to the vase. My brows furrowed together as I took it into my hand. I looked James in the eyes, raising my hand pointing it to the wall, swinging my arm, stopping right before the impact would’ve smashed it into pieces.

James looked rather unfazed, either he didn’t care about it or he knew I couldn’t do it. I let my shoulders fall, placing the vase back on the shelve. I held my face in my hands, letting the tears falling.

I heard him coming over, but I let him. He wrapped his arms around my figure, squeezing my body softly. “Shh, it’s going to be ok.”

I pulled away from him, pushing his arms away from me. “No, it’s not going to be ok, James. If you truly loved me as much as you say you do, then you wouldn’t do this, you would want me to be happy no matter what. You would do anything to ensure my happiness isn’t ruined by your needs.”

I took a few steps away from him. “This- “ I pointed my finger to him and back to me. “- Isn’t love.”

James exhaled, turned and walked to his desk, holding onto it with his hands. “Alright… I- you just go back to your apartment, let Sam and Steve drive you, I’ll sort everything else out. Ok?”

A small smiled formed on my lips, I had done it, I convinced him. “Thank you.”

“Just know that I do love you.”

I walked out of the room skipping along the marbled floor, down the steps and out of the mansion.

 6 Months later:

 On my way up to my apartment I grabbed my mail along the way. As I walked in, I took everything necessary off leaving me in a tank top and my panties. It was way too hot to wear anything else. Anyone who believes climate change isn’t real should come to New York right now.

As I always do, I checked the pile of letters for anything important, so far only advertisements and… an invitation. I ripped open the envelope to reveal the letter.

We happily invite you to the engagement party of

 James Buchanan Barnes & Meghan Sofie Vermont

 We hope to welcome you to our home to celebrate love and happiness.

 Barnes & Vermont

 I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he wants me to attend an engagement party?

Ever since the day I confronted him about his wrongdoings, things finally started to look up for me again. I got my job back and felt like the city of New York had welcomed me back. I could finally breathe again. I do have to say that I miss Sam and Steve being on my backs at all times, the Tyler Joseph and Josh Dunn, my own Tom and Jerry. I do miss them sometimes when I look out the window.

They did make me feel safe.

 -

 I pushed my blazer up my arms and checked my bag for any belongings I might’ve missed and walked out the door locking it for good measure. Outside, my car was already waiting for me, James really made sure to flaunt his money, having his guests picked up. The car ride was filled with nerves overflowing, I didn’t know how to feel going to that house again, but as I walked up the stairs into the lavish foyer, down into the living room and out to the garden, I was more concerned about my attire. I grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters.

The guests who were scattered around the grass wearing heavy diamonds on their necks. I came across a woman wearing the most beautiful bracelet I’ve ever seen, and she told me it was made out of Iridium, the rarest naturally occurring element. I didn’t really know what to do with that information since it just looked like plain old silver to me.

As I spotted James, he was already looking at me. I waved at him and smiled, taking a step to walk toward him as I was stopped by a woman.

“And you must be Y/n, right?” She asked and I nodded in return. “Wow, James has told me a lot about you, I’m Meghan, his soon to be wife and not so far into the future Mrs. Barnes.” She stretched her hand out to me and I shook it, trying to hide the face I wanted to make.

“God you’re so beautiful, now I know why Bucky was chasing you around.” She grinned at me and I wanted to return the complement, but she didn’t let me. “I can’t believe you rejected him, wow, I mean, you could be me right now. You could have diamonds on you neck, hands and anywhere else you want them. The finest dresses, oh Buck gifted me this absolutely amazing Givenchy dress last week. To. Die. For.”  

Meghan placed her hand on my shoulder and her grip didn’t say friendship. “And this house! You could be living here right now. But the best thing you’re missing… the man, I mean. Jamesie is so wonderful, so sweet and just ugh, the biggest heart.”

I looked at her my face falling, twisting into a rather annoyed expression. I just looked over to James, talking to some guy. His grey suit and pink tie doing wonders for him.

I snapped back to Meghan as she tightened the grip on my shoulder, my hand slightly tipping, the glass with it. If she loves her Givenchy dress so much, then why isn’t she paying closer attention to it. My glass tipped fully now, the golden liquid spilling down the front of her dress.

Meghan let out a high-pitched scream and I snapped back into reality, my eyes flicking up to James who looked at me. I turned, placed the glass on a nearby table and went up the stairs, back int the living room and into the foyer.

“Stop!”

I turned as I heard the woman, the tall blonde walking over to me.

“What were you thinking? Come with me. Now!” She grabbed my arm leading me down a corridor and through some double doors revealing the kitchen. She roughly made me sit on one of the chairs at the table, walking back and forth behind me.

I just lowered my head, feeling once again, like a child. I regretted it.

“Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” James entered the kitchen and I felt my cheeks hating up. He sat down next to me and turned his body to me. The woman mumbling something about the party being ruined. “Mom, please can you leave us alone?”

I sunk lower on my seat, not wanting to be seen at all by anyone. It was a mistake coming here after all.

“Y/n, darling, why did you do that?” He placed his hand over mine, circling his thumb on the back of my hand.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

James took his other hand softly holding my jaw, turning my face to him. “This isn’t you. I’ve seen you being angry, but you never did any harm to anyone or anything. Despite your anger you still don’t lose your manners and knock on people’s doors.”

I knew by anything he meant the vase I wanted to smash. But he was right, completely. “I’m sorry.” The tears swelled up in my eyes. “I didn’t know what came over me. Meghan just went on and on about all the things I could’ve had and everything I’m missing out on and I just… snapped.”

“But why are you so upset about it? You knew exactly what you would give up when you told me to leave you alone, why does it bother you now?”

That was indeed a good question, why did it bother me so much. Was it the things I was upset about or the person? “Maybe… I think… Sometimes you want what you can’t have.”

James smiled. “I know exactly what that feels like.”

I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He took his hand away from mine and snaked it around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. His warm breath on my lips sent shivers down my spine and as he inched closer, he moved his hand from my jaw to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers with my hair.

James closed the distance between us, moving his lips against mine. He pulled away slightly, just inches away from me, whispering against my lips. “The difference between you and me is, there’s nothing I can’t have, Sugar.”

Fin!

[neozoneships]

“Hi~! Can I have a written ship for shinee, monsta x and blackpink please? I’m 21 years old, a Gemini, INFP, and I’m a gryffindor with some hufflepuff tendencies. Short (5’4) and I have a pear shaped body type. I’m very shy, awkward and anxious around strangers. It takes me awhile to open up and trust others. But once I’m comfortable around someone, I’m the complete opposite. I tend to be more talkative, bubbly, sarcastic, feisty, outgoing, dorky, cuddly, giggly, crackhead energy, and I have random bursts of energy. There are time where I’ll get extremely moody and insecure. I’m also attuned with others emotions and moods which makes me feel overwhelmed and anxious when I sense that someone’s mood has changed. I LOVE anything cuddly/fluffy/soft such as pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals, I also like kids and animals. I enjoy taking naps, and going on walks, shopping, makeup, musicals, watching trashy tv shows, drama, baths, nature, making others laugh, tarot readings, video games, and taking drives. My prominent love languages are words of affirmation, gifts, and physical touch. I absolutely DESPISE spiders, crowds, loud noises, getting yelled at, and confrontation even though I love drama LOL. I also have a bad habit of swearing, twisting my hair, and bitting my nails when I’m anxious Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day/night~! “

@ermbabyel​ hello! thanks for requesting, i hope you like your ships! and i hope you have a wonderful day/night too! thanks for waiting patiently (´ ∀ ` *)

in shinee, i ship you with… key!

I feel like this is self-explanatory HAHAH your description just screams key to me! key’s a pretty humorous, sarcastic, witty and an all-around fun guy to be around. so i think this aspect is what would really makes you guy click! however, i also feel that key has a soft side to him as well, and he’d definitely be sensitive to your feelings, because he definitely does not want to hurt you in any way or form. he’d be the one to bring you out of your shell and you’d have no difficulty opening up to him! key is a rather easygoing and chill guy, and i think this would be attuned to the fact that you’re an INFP. i think key’s good with his words and expressing how he feels, as he can be rather emotional on his end, so this could really work in favour of your love language being words of affirmation (or even physical touch, if you’re lucky). and the cherry on top? key’s a libra, that makes him very much compatible with you! 

in monsta x, i ship you with…I.M!

it was either I.M or joo heon, but i think chang kyun has stronger points HAHA okay let’s go! astrologically, you’d be the perfect pair; he’s an aquarius while you’re a gemini, so this is actually a really good pairing. chang kyun is more reserved than outgoing, so being an infp, you wouldn’t feel intimidated to approach him. you’d both be probably spending a lot of time just bingeing netflix, especially reality shows or really bad tv shows. there’ll be a lot of humorous commentary coming from the both of you just mocking whatever trashy stuff you’re watching. i think chang kyun is quite an intellectual and being an infp, there’s a possibility where you’ll share deep conversations or debates over minute things. overall, being around chang kyun is just your home away from home. 

from blackpink, i ship you with... Rosé!

i thought of rosé because firstly she’s an aquarius, so like chang kyun, you and rosé would be a perfect pair. secondly, in terms of mbti types, rosé is an enfp, sharing three out of the four preferences with you; the only dfference being she’s an extrovert and you’re an introvert. BUT! i’m sure you’d be easily comfortable with rosé, making it easier to open up to her and breaking open your shell. your vibe and rosé’s are somewhat similar to me; there’ll definitely be a lot of laughs between the two (and obviously your inside jokes). you’d both be spending a lot of time just hitting the town, going into shopping malls or just cafe-hopping in general. rosé would definitely know the best hot spots in the city and she’ll introduce you to them. all i can say really, is that you’ll never have a boring time with rosé by your side. 

(note: i don’t really have a lot of knowledge regarding the groups listed but i hope my descriptions of them were accurate! i based them off mostly from reading online and my own impression of these artistes, but let me know if i’m wrong!)

GIFs are not mine. 

[cherryfi]

Blame it on the Bokbunja: Epilogue

Plot: You and San finally have enough evidence to take Jinyoung down but, the outcome is not what you expected and to add insult to injury it’s made clear that San doesn’t trust you.

Part 1 

A/N: I’m really not sure how I feel about this ending lol, I’m a little disappointed but, enjoy!! Let me know what you think! 

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

You never thought you’d be back here.

Stepping out of the car, you give one last look to San in the driver’s seat, he gives you a half smile and you wave before closing the door.

“I’ll see you when you’re done.” You nod and walk up the steps to the building. To the place where you used to work. The air is still tense between you and San (well you and Ateez, actually) but, you were working on it.

Maybe this mission wold prove to them how dedicated to your new position you really were. Maybe it would show the other members how much you really cared for San.

From the outside, the corporation was like any other government building. It was non-descript.

It was a large red-bricked building, comprised of some 10 storeys, with the country’s flag deposited outside at full-mast. From the outside, it looked quiet but, you knew the inside was bustling with activity.

Especially since you’d gone AWOL.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take the final steps, wondering if it really is the best idea to follow through with this course of action. Once Jinyoung had you in his clutches, it was more than likely that you were dead.

You’ve been burned, after all so, your being here could only spell trouble.

And it does.

But surely, he wouldn’t have me killed on Corporation soil? He’s a lot of things but, rash isn’t one of them.

Jinyoung would never make a move without having all the cards in his hands, you knew that from years of debriefing with him.

You turn to look over your shoulder once more at San, who smiles at you, it’s clear he was watching you the whole time.

Maybe he’s waiting for you to make a run for it?

You take a deep breath and swagger into the building, trying to create an air of confidence, even though you feel terrified.  

 You stifle the smirk that wants to break out onto your face as the front of desk clerk looks at you in shock but, he quickly catches himself and buzzes you in.

“Mr Kim called and said to send you straight to his office. Please follow the guard, he’ll take you there.” You thank him for your day pass and follow security as they take you to the lift.

Jinyoung’s office was in the centre of the Corp’s building on the 7th floor but, needed security access to get to it, this trip was nothing new  but, this time you had power.

You’d always panicked when you were called into his office but, you’d still respected him. Respected him for his hard work  and morals. You’d been inspired by his ‘underdog’ story.

Kim Jinyoung had been the head of the Corporation for 15 years; he’s made his way up from the head of security position that he’d been granted upon his entry into the company. Jinyoung was a well decorated soldier, quickly rising to general’s rank and it was his hard work and ingenuity that made him the perfect candidate for the Corporation.

But more than that, you’d respected Jinyoung because he could have ended up like Choi Jisung, he knew Jisung but, avoided all attempts to join, instead choosing to remain on the straight and narrow.

Kim Jinyoung had grown up a street child, you knew little about his upbringing, other than the fact that he and San’s father had grown up in the same children’s home but where Jisung decided to create his own ‘army’, Jinyoung joined the national one instead.

He’d successfully avoided a life of crime and made a respectable name for himself, despite the hardships that came from growing up in a run-down boys’ home.

But his military service had been fraught with criminal activity. From drug smuggling to murder, he’d done it all and his position in the Corporation was bought with bribery and blackmail.

Jinyoung was no better than the people he claimed to hate, his hands were just as dirty and stained. He’d done things that were unforgivable – of course, you didn’t know this until San burst your bubble.

So here you were, about to burst his.

The security guard walked you into his office, bowing politely when he was dismissed before closing the door.

As confident as you’d been before, the door clicking shut, diminished it all, leaving you on edge but, you weren’t going to let Jinyoung know that.

You quietly took a seat across from his desk and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible; you looked around the room silently, waiting for him to make the first move.

Jinyoung’s office hadn’t changed since you’d last been there.

His office was made of cherry wood, the walls and panels facing inward towards the rest of the floor were lined with the stained wood, giving it a rustic and almost homely vibe. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city below, giving a beautiful view of bustling metropolitan centre. Behind you was a bookshelf complete with various books and files that he’d collected over the years and behind him, he’d hung his awards on the wall.

In contrast to the rustic room, his desk was glass and bare. It only had a potted plant: a winter cactus, and one photo of his family. You remembered this picture; it was from that he’d taken to Egypt with his wife and kids.

Would it ruin his wife to know what kind of man she’d married?

That wasn’t your problem, it was his for being so deplorable but, it didn’t stop you from thinking about she’d take it if she were ever to find out that her highly decorated, Army General husband was really a war criminal.

 “What brings you here Y/N? I thought you’d be somewhere in Aruba with your mouth firmly attached to San’s dick.” You raise your eyebrows at the harsh tone that he used.

Obviously, I’m not the only one who’s lost respect for the other.

You only smirk in response.

“Why would it have to be Aruba?” He gives a short, humourless laugh. You know why but, you want to goad him.

You want him to snap.

“Because I expected you to be on the run, as far away from here as possible. I expected that your boyfriend would have in hiding, we gave you a deadline and you didn’t follow through, you know what that means. Tell me Y/N, how does it feel to be so easily swayed from your job by a pretty smile? I always thought you were capable of running this place but, obviously didn’t have what it takes. ” You laugh heartily at that and he just blinks in response.

Him threatening your life was an unwise decision especially with all the dirt you had on him.

You were about to ruin this man’s entire career.

“I have no need to run, you and I both know that you can’t touch me. If you could, both San and I would be dead already. No, I’m not running. I actually just came to do you one last favour Jinyoung; let’s call it a parting gift from me to you huh?” You dip down into your bag and pull out the manila dossier, thick with evidence, from your bag and slam it down onto the table.

The picture of his family wobbles and topples over.

How fitting.

“And you’re right, I don’t have what it takes to run this place, if your track record is anything to go by.”

Jinyoung sits downs at his desk finally, opening the folder and leafing through the pictures.

He goes pale as a grin slowly takes over your face.

Gotcha.

“I suppose you’re wondering what this is huh? Now I know that you’ve always dreamed of being in politics and given the progression of your career it’s only right that you make it there but, and I’m sure you’ll agree, only honourable people deserve to be in politics. There are far too many rats running the country and it’s high time someone flushed them out.” He glances up at you, his hand on a photo of him snorting cocaine off a woman’s chest.

“What is this?”  His voice is deceptively calm but  it clear that he’s livid, he’s practically frothing at the mouth

Jinyoung is panicking.

“It’s a collection of memories Jinyoung, a little scrapbook of your memories. Can’t you tell? My favourite is the one where you’re accepting bribes from Lee Taeyong.”

“Get out! Get out of my office, right now!” You laugh as you stand up and smooth down your outfit.

“With pleasure, I’ll leave these here for you to think about, San has plenty more copies, if you need to take a closer look. I just find it so funny how you were more than happy to see so many operatives die trying to catch a man that you claimed was a menace to society, when really, you were just scared of the intel he had on you.” Jinyoung gapes and it only makes you angrier.

You think about all the pressure they put on you to succeed and how easy it would have been for San to kill you, all because Jinyoung couldn’t keep his nose clean.

“You’re no better than me. In fact, you’re no better than San’s father. You spent all that time saying that you wished he’d relied on you instead of turning to a life of crime but really, he would have ended up in the same position. You’re a monster and a murderer, you’re nothing like the hero that you portray yourself to be. I hope when you go to sleep at night that this haunts you.”

“These are doctored and you’re a fool for trusting someone like Choi San, he’ll take what he wants from you and when it’s all over, he’ll leave you dead in a ditch. You’ll be nothing more than a notch on his designer belt.” He spits the words venomously, the vein in his forehead throbbing but, it doesn’t matter because you can see the fear in his eyes.

You add salt to the wounds.

“It’s funny you should mention San. You see, I thought it was more than enough to just scare you with these images, maybe even get you off his back but, there’s something about trying to kill someone that makes them want to obliterate you. San sent these to a few of your ‘friends’. I didn’t know that you had a boss but, according to him there is someone you have to answer to and they’re not going to be happy when they see these pictures.” You shrug lightly, picking up your bag and heading to the door, you only stop when Jinyoung calls out to you.

It’s his feeble attempt to garner some support.

“What happened to you Y/N? Does he have you so hypnotised that you believe every word he’s said? I thought you were better than that. I had such high hopes for you. Hell, I even introduced you to my family; think about what this will do to them.”

“Everything San has said, he’s backed up with evidence and all you can do is try to manipulate me. You should have thought about what this would to your family when you were doing it, that’s not my problem.”

You release a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding as you slam the door. The journey back down to the lobby is quiet… and lonely.

It gives you time to ponder his words – Would San really get rid of you when you stopped being useful?

You can’t help the butterflies when you that he’s waiting for you outside, in the car, exactly in the same spot you left him.

“That was quicker than I thought it would be, did they give you any trouble?” You shrug as you put on your seatbelt.

“Not really. What could he really do anyway? The evidence is right there.” Sensing your slight discomfort, he only nods, reaching for your hand while he changes the subject.

“How about we go for dinner? There’s a new place that I want to try.”

  It’s not until the next morning that things take a turn.

You’re at home with San.

He’s in the dining room, with the other members as you’re sat in the kitchen.

You’ve been kept separate from all Ateez meetings.  

Even though you’d proven that you were trustworthy, the other members were still uncomfortable letting you be around their work, lest this was another ploy to take them down.

Although to be frank, San didn’t trust you either. He’d kept you under house arrest, under the watchful eyes of his staff, who rarely let you out of their sight. It was uncomfortable but, necessary.

If this was the only was to get San to trust you, then you’d do whatever it took.

You quietly sip your coffee when Wooyoung walks in, carrying a laptop, the other members follow in behind him.

“I need you to read this new story.” His face is stoic, not giving away any emotion and you look at San for confirmation.

“Read the article.” Although quiet, his voice carries command and you do at told. The title reads: “Head of Secret Service Agency Jinyoung Kim found dead in his office; investigation to follow.”

You gasp and look up the members, they’re watching you closely, gauging your reaction.

You read on.

‘The head of secret service agency ‘the Corporation’ Kim Jinyoung has been found dead by apparent suicide in his office.

Officers were called into the government building, this morning at 5:45am by office cleaners who found him sitting at his office desk, dead. The cleaner, who’s name has not been released, found Kim after they entered the office to enquire about taking out his garbage. When he had been unresponsive to their knocks, they opened the door and were greeted by the grizzly sight.

Officers have yet to release further details although it has been made clear that there is an ongoing investigation into what could have caused this sudden turn of events; for a man who had hopes of entering politics.

There is much speculation about how he died with one source stating, that it was a single bullet wound to the head. A suicide note was found but, its contents have yet to be released.

Speaking to reporters at Atiny news a source close to the family has said that his wife is devastated: “She never expected this to happen, he was in good spirits when he left for work yesterday morning, it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. She’s really in shock.”

You stop reading the article, shocked into silence.

“Why are you showing me this?” Wooyoung looks at you, his expression still unreadable.

“We thought you’d want to know.” Wooyoung smiles at you sadly.

San wraps his arms around you from behind, his head on your shoulder.

“How are you?” You sigh as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m shocked I guess. I didn’t pull the trigger but, I might as well have.” The others sit around the island as Hongjoong scoffs.

“The man’s a snake; don’t feel sorry for him. You think he’d care if you’d been killed? He would’ve just sent someone else in after you.” The others nod in agreement.

“I don’t but, I feel sorry for his wife and kids, they don’t deserve this, if it comes out that he was dirty, she won’t get his retirement fund and you know how people are; they’ll destroy her too.” You place your head in your hands as Jongho speaks up.

“He should’ve thought of that before he nailed his coffin. Think of all the people’s lives he’s ruined. His wife will be fine; she’s got a good support system around her.”

They all file out after that, leaving you alone with San, they’re faces showing clear signs that they didn’t like your response.

“They don’t trust me.”

“Can you blame them?” He doesn’t bat an eyelid, rebutting your statement with ease.

It leaves you floored.

San places his hand under your chin, making you look him in the eye.

“Y/N, I know you mean well, and the others do too but, it hasn’t been long enough for us to trust you with the intricacies of this job. Even you talking to your boss yesterday. You could have easily been a double spy. What would we do if you were only using us to give your boss more information or to buy yourself time? What would I do then? There’s a lot on the line.” Even though what he says is reasonable, you can’t help the surge of anger that rushes through you.

“What about me isn’t trustworthy San? I told you everything that I knew about the Corporation, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been able to get to Jinyoung. There’s no way you could walk in there and not get arrested or killed!” You throw your hands up and push San’s hand away, ready to dramatically storm out of the kitchen.

You know the other members are nearby and can probably hear everything that you’re saying (they’ve gone right back to making sure you’re barely alone with San, even at home) but, you don’t care.

“Do you know how my father died?” His voice is hushed but urgent, his eyes showing a vulnerability that you never thought you’d see from such a staunch man.

He was pleading, without words, for you to understand.

“I read about it in your file.” San scoffs.

“Of course you did.” Your previous job was still a point of contention across all of Ateez, who couldn’t understand why San would still want you around.

It was a point of contention among the members, founding and otherwise: What would stop you from double-crossing them the same way you did your bosses.

San sighs.

“He was double-crossed by someone he trusted, and he’d known that man for years. For most of the time I’ve known you, you were plotting to kill me. That’s the reality of it. I love you but, I don’t trust you; not yet.” His face is solemn but, he isn’t budging.

You get it.

“I get it. If a man that your father considered a friend could betray after years of friendship, then what’s to say I won’t do the same? I understand that San, I do but, how am I supposed to prove that I’m trustworthy? Haven’t I shown you all that enough?” You hear a distant ‘yeah right’ and several noises of agreement, from the dining room but, you ignore it.

If San heard he makes no show of it, his face remaining unchanged.

“The short answer is no. Trust is hard-earned, and in this business? Even more so. It’s going to take time before I trust with more than just my house-key.” He leaves the kitchen after that, leaving no room for argument.

You can only mull over his words.

He was right.

If you hadn’t fallen for him, wouldn’t you have killed him?

How different were you really from the man who killed his father?

In the minds of Ateez, you were just as bad, if not worse and it would take time before they looked at you as anything other than the enemy.

It was clear that you were on their watch-list but, it didn’t matter, you would do whatever it took to get back in their good graces.

New mission: make Ateez trust you again.

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What She Really Wants

Thank you @bonniebird for the moodboard!

❛ request | Hi, for the Hvitty weekend could you do prompts #2:"go away and stay away" and #12:"if you didn't want me, you shouldn't have said yes" from your angst list? In the way you think it's best. Thanks!

❛ word count | 1759

❛ genre | multichaptered piece

❛ summary | hvitserk is back. He doesn’t intend to lose this time.

❛ warnings | manipulation, wife selling, some minimal violence, shitty fiances, dark!hvitserk (slightly)

How he lost her, he truly couldn’t say.

It was all a blur of medicine cocktails and tequila with whiskey after she left him. As he moved on… well, things only intensified for Hvitserk Ragnarsson. He fell down the tunnel that was his father’s life; picking up bitches to box up and ship off, take care of debtors and… yeah, brief jail stints. Nothing he couldn’t pay a judge to bury.

That Friday night was spent with one of his girls. One of many little spoiled bitches that he had been fucking on his down time. He lazily stuffed his hands into his warm little joggers. It had easily been fifteen fucking years since high school. Most of his so called classmates were married, cheating and divorced. Shit, not him.

He had that dream once upon a time, man. He dreamed all about stuffing her with his seed. Giving her his babies. Letting her bring them up in the way only she could. His little powdery pink haired princess could have brought them up on k-dramas, cute stupid dances and traveled the god damn world if she would have just stayed.

“Da-adddddyyyy, look at the flower ring!”

God this blonde bitch was annoying. He really needed to replace her already. When she spoke it was like his pin of pigs squealing for their next dinner. Hvitserk snorts, looking into the display case at the ring.

“That is apart of our Enchanted Disney series.” A barrel chested, fat gutted man ambles in his grey suit. His blonde haired, blue eyed fuck lights up like a Christmas tree, cooing his name while the man goes into the specifics of the garnet set into blah blah blah. He digs into his pocket for a cherry lollipop. He’d need his god damn sugar to deal with this bitch today.

“Oh… Mikkel look at it.”

Wait…

Hvitserk’s head shoots up from the glass casing, cast with a silvery lining to another in the same lane. A sweet little pop up reads Aurora. He leans back, his neck extending to the girl standing there.

“I know you like it, (Y/N) but… we don’t have the nineteen thousand for that.”

(Y/N). It was you.

“Daddy are you listening?” The bimbo-- what was her name, Freja, that’s right. He digs into his wallet, pulling free a bill.

“Do me a favor and get the fuck lost.” He leaves her side, walking to where the couple was. He doesn’t bother tapping your shoulder, cloaked by your rose gold ombre hair. Instead he leans in, hands in his pockets.

“Hey babe.” He smoothes with a voice silkier than the rich chocolate ice cream you buy on the weekends. “What’re you looking at?”

On your finger, you had been holding up a lovely ring. An oval morganite is clustered by an arrangement of clear, genuine diamonds. It’s set into a golden band over your ring and god damn, you deserve more than that shit.

“Hvitserk?” You jerk back, tilting your head away from him. He can’t tell if its fear or distrust. “Oh! Hvitserk Ragnarsson!”

“Sup babe.” He moves in between you and your male friend. Friend because he had better be a motherfucking friend, taking your fingers in his hand. His thick… arm pulls you forward. Damn, did he always look like that? He knows you’re thinking just that. “What are you looking at?”

“Look at this shiiit.” He hums. “Aurora, huh? You always liked pink.”

Your friend begins to clear his throat.

“Hvitserk.” Right, shit, manners. Hvitserk tilts the ring, glittering on your fingertips. He looks to the round barreled man, consoling his abandoned date. Or whatever she was meant to be at one point.

“Hey.” He snaps his fingers, pointing down to the ring. “My girl wants this ring. You gonna ring me up or what?”

“No! I mean, no no, Hvitserk that is really… too much. We havent even seen each other in--”

“Fifteen years, yeah, noted.” Hvitserk snorts.

The man you stand with comes around Hvitserk, standing obnoxiously in his way. Shit he was cute, he guessed. He had this undercut around the lightest of honey brown hair, flopping over his narrowed baby blue eyes.

“That’s my wife you’re talking to. She doesn’t need a shiny ring to make her happy.” Mikkel’s voice isn’t nearly as deep as his. He knows how fond you are of his when you’re on your knees, sucking his cock like it was one of the very lollipops in his mouth. Hvitserk clacks his cherry lollipop around the roof of his mouth.

“You really know her?” Hvitserk laughs. “She might say she doesn’t. But she wants it. She always wants it.”

Is it still a ring he’s talking about?

“Listen, asshole.” Mikkel starts-- but lucky for him, you set your hand to Mikkel’s chest to force him to stop.

“A gift would be lovely, Hvitserk. Mikkel, he’s a good man.”

Game, set, match. After all these years, you thought that he would learn. Mikkel looks down upon you like he was about to start some shit… but in a room full of people shrieking: oh that’s so sweet and the bimbo bitch running off in other humiliation, what was he gonna say? What was anyone really going to say?

He pays in cash while you coo at his side. It’s an unnatural high that he feels only with you. You were the one… the only one. Mikkel brews behind you, his chest raising and falling in that toned t-shirt he wears. He can fuck off. The store manager instructs you on the ring while Hvitserk stands back, arms folded triumphantly over one another.

“Go away and stay away.” Mikkel whispers against his grit teeth. “You lost. She’s mine.”

Oh this fucker was going to be a fun one to run off. Hvitserk cocks his flat eyebrow up at him, swaying in place.

“I don’t think so.”

Before your fiance can respond, you turn back to Hvitserk. He hardly expects anything. His payment is in the sugar sweet smile you bring to the table. God, it’s like being a fourteen year old shit head again. He always was but-- gazing across the class at you as you babble on about some physics bullshit he wasn’t nothing to do about. Bending back to see your skirt flip up when you ran up the stairs. Shit, he loved it all. Without so much as a prompt, you tippy toe up and land a kiss square on his cheek.

“Thank you Hvit. It’s gorgeous. You should come to dinner at our house next week. What’s your number?”

NO! Mikkel’s eyes shout. Oh but that’s just too delicious to resist. Placing this useless fuck in an uncomfortable situation sounded good enough… but knowing that you would dress up and it wouldn’t be for this fuck, even better. He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“She invited him over to the house tomorrow. So I’m giving Mads the keys.”

Mikkel was a terribly predictable young man. He would babble on his phone as he walked out of his car. Each day he worked a six to six graveyard shift. Which was uh, funny, because he didn’t see no god damn reason for him to be doing it when he had a delicious fucking wife at home waiting to be stuffed with his--

Right, Hvitserk didn’t want that.

He didn’t want any part of this man in his wife to be.

“Well she shouldn’t have fucking said yes if she didn’t want me.”

Granted, she probably did fuck this loser. It wasn’t as if she was particularly difficult. He both loves and hates that about her. It was perfect when her legs would spread open, welcoming his dick into her warmth. Yeah, nothing like sliding into you at the end of a long day. But… well, Mikkel? This khaki wearing loser didn’t deserve you.

Not one inch on your immaculate body was made for Mikkel. It was made for Hvitserk. So that’s why he had to do this, he had to! You could always forgive him. After all, didn’t you forgive him with Magnus? It wouldn’t be such a stretch.

I can’t marry someone I don’t trust, Hvit. I’m sorry.

No! No shake off those awful memories.

“Yeah, I know he’s dangerous but she insists he’s gonna be different.” Mikkel rounds about his car, walking into the warehouse. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the shards of glass from the cameras his steel toed boots cracked over.

He’s never different.

Hvitserk never professed to be either.

“It’s fine.” He says. But oh, oh, oh… it would be far from that. “I’ll catch ya later Magnus.”

He should have just left it as sex back then. But… he wanted more and more. It wasn’t his fault Magnus got in the way. Magnus never did learn.

Neither did Mikkel, because as he scouted out cracked glass at long last, it comes with a baseball bat to the face. Then another just when he was down on the cold, dusky ground. Hvitserk pins Mikkel down by his pasty wrist onto the ground with his boot, lifting the bat just one more time.

“Hey, Mikkel.” He digs his boot in. Mikkel flinches, expecting the bat to come swinging down upon his shoulder. Instead of that, Hvitserk lazily rests the bat over his shoulder. “What’re you doing, baby? Did you slip?”

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

“I think you’re the crazy one here, Mikkel.” Hvitserk grinds his boot into the man’s wrist, shoving him into the jagged edges of the glass. “Went through all this trouble just to hurt yourself.”

“What are you talking about!?” Mikkel barks out. “You hit me in the face!”

“Didn’t do shit.” Hvitserk answers, watching as Mikkel struggled under his boot and caused the glass to shift. Hvitserk grinds his foot down into him. “You’re tryin’ to get away from your wife. Running into poles and shit.”

After a while, it all comes together. Of course he was doing this… there were always rumors on Magnus’s tongue about how in high school, you caught the eye of a Ragnarsson. The very same one who shoves the bat against his sternum, looking down at him with that cocky smile that just sold confidence in his skills.

“Listen. I’ll do you a favour. 20 grand and I’ll take her off your hands.”

Magnus was right. Hvitserk Ragnarsson was definitely insane. But money was money.

“Sold.”

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Julian Draxler - Give Me A Kiss

Request: Hi :) would you be able to write a Julian Draxler imagine, where he meets his future girlfriend for the first time. I love your writing btw xx

 It isn’t exactly what you requested but I hope this is okay as well. Let me know what you guys think xx

Words : 1765

She was so glad that she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings that day. Because otherwise, she wouldn't be sitting here on the couch next to her boyfriend, enjoying some quiet time together before going out to celebrate his birthday that night.

 They had met back in Germany a few years ago, at a party of a mutual friend. She had let herself go that night, not caring what anybody else thought about her crazy dancing. Because of her enthusiastic dancing, however, she had accidentally bumped into him and they had hit it off straight afterwards, the two of them talking and dancing together for the rest of the night. The night had ended with her giving him her number and the both of them agreeing to go on a date sometime soon. A couple of weeks later, they made their relationship official and here they were, four years later, living together in France and they couldn't be happier.

 Sighing in happiness, she tilted her head up from where she was laying on his chest and looked at him. He was staring at the television screen intently, obviously enjoying the movie that she had chosen to put on. It was one of his favourites and she had chosen it specifically because of the occasion.

 "Why aren't you watching the movie?" He muttered, softly nudging her in hopes that that would get her to focus on the movie instead of him. He didn't like it when people stared at him and even though he minded it less when she did it, he still got a little bit uncomfortable with it sometimes. Unfortunately, she liked to do it a lot. Especially in the mornings, when she thought he was still asleep and wouldn't notice her staring so he couldn't say anything about it. He always knew when she did it, however. It was like he had a sixth sense or something, just for noticing when people were staring at him. Whenever they stared at him, he always thought he had done something weird or had something on his face or something like that. He just thought there were more interesting things to look at than him. Obviously, his girlfriend thought differently, even though he couldn't understand exactly why.

 "I am." She denied, still not taking her eyes off him. He looked really good. He always did. His hair was neatly combed to the side and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it and mess it up again. She loved the look he had in the morning, his hair dishevelled from a good night of sleep or a good night of sex, it didn’t matter which one it was. And his lips looked so appealing as well because Julian had the unconscious habit of gently nibbling on it when he was focusing on something, like he was doing now. It drew her attention to them and sometimes she thought that he was doing it on purpose, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else when he started doing it, but Julian usually liked to use other tactics to try and seduce her, so she knew that he mainly did it subconsciously.

 "No, you're not." He said, glancing down at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled and blinked innocently at him, making him smile as well and roll his eyes.

 "I'm just enjoying the view."

 "The view," Julian said, gently nudging her cheek so that her face was facing the television once more, "is right there."

 "Nah," She said, lifting her hand and poking him in the cheek, "the view I want to see is right here."

 "Stop, you're going to make me blush." Julian said, using a very girly voice and laying one of his hands on his cheeks in fake embarrassment, making her giggle in response. It was quiet for a few minutes afterwards, and even though Julian knew she was still looking at him, he tried to focus on the movie. She'd stop eventually. Hopefully. She could be really distracting when she wanted to be. Sometimes, when they were attending important events, she liked to subtly draw his attention to her body -often picking a dress that had a slit on the side, which would draw his attention to her long, gorgeous legs, which she knew was one of his favourite things about her - or she liked to tease him in public by touching him inappropriately when nobody was looking. She was really adventurous when it came to things like that

 "Kiss me." Julian raised his eyebrow at her demand, glancing down at her before shaking his head.

 "No, we're watching a movie."

 "Please, give me a kiss?" His girlfriend asked again, trying to convince him to kiss her by looking at him with puppy eyes. He desperately tried to avoid her gaze, however, fixing the television with his stare.

 "No."

 "Pretty please?" She moved to rest on her elbows, making sure they didn't dig into Julian's ribs, before moving her face closer to his. She was grinning mischievously and Julian found it increasingly more difficult to keep denying her. It didn't help that she looked really good in his hoody that was too big on her and her hair up in one of those messy buns that she liked to call 'casual' and 'easy to do', but usually spent at least fifteen minutes in front of the mirror trying to make it perfect.

 "Nope, not doing it."

 "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" She pouted, and he sighed in exasperation and fondness before pushing himself upright from where he was half-laying down, making her sit up as well. He then cupped his hands around her face and pulled her forward, meeting her lips with his in a rough kiss. His lips were a little bit chapped, but she didn't mind. As long as she got to kiss him, she was happy. She was intoxicated by the smell of him, having always loved his cologne. He had incredibly good taste in cologne and perfumes, once having bought her a bottle of perfume that smelled really nice and exotic. Since then, she always bought that one, because she loved it and she knew that it drove him crazy as well.

 The sound of the television was going on in the background, but she ignored it, instead pushing herself up on her knees and moving to sit across his lap so that she was straddling him. Julian replied with a soft moan, moving his lips eagerly against hers before slipping his tongue inside her mouth, letting it tangle with hers. She tilted her head a little bit for a better angle, making her nose brush his softly. Julian released her cheeks, one hand moving downwards to rest just above her bum and the other one moving to cradle the back of her neck, fingers entangling with her hair. She also moved her hands upwards, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. Running the fingers of her other hand through his hair, she tugged at the hair in the nape of his neck as she grinded her hips softly against his crotch. Julian groaned in response, letting the kiss last for a few more seconds before pulling away reluctantly, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up and carefully throwing her on the couch next to him with a grin.

 She landed with an 'oomph', looking at him in bewilderment, asking him silently with her eyes why he suddenly stopped kissing her. He raised an eyebrow and then looked downwards to where a bulge was visible against the fabric of his jeans, the closed zipper uncomfortably pressing against his cock. Looking back towards her, he couldn't help but feel smug as she looked thoroughly kissed, with her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkled as well, and he loved how she looked after a make-out session.

 "Do you want me to help you out there, babe?" She asked with a smile.

 "Nope, I just wanna watch this movie before we get ready to go out tonight." He grimaced, already regretting the decision but he knew that if he took her up to the bedroom now, there would be a large chance that they wouldn't leave until the day after. And as much as he would enjoy celebrating his birthday that way, his friends probably wouldn't enjoy being stood up.

 "Are you sure? I can finish you off right here, make the movie a little bit more fun and interesting." She suggested, and his head snapped towards where she was sitting, making her giggle at his reaction.

 "What about you, though?" He asked her, reaching out with his right hand to softly tuck a lock of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ear. He appreciated that she wanted to do this for him, and it wouldn't be the first time either, but he usually liked to return the favour straight afterwards. He didn't like it when she was left unsatisfied, but he also knew that he would in no way be able to pull away from her again if he gave in now. It wouldn't be the first time that they didn't show up to an event because they were too busy having sex over and over again and his friends never stopped reminding him of it. And they had booked an expensive and fancy restaurant to celebrate his birthday, one that wouldn't hold their reservations for very long if they didn't show up, it didn't matter if he was a famous football player or not.

 "Consider it another birthday gift." She said, pushing herself up and off the couch, moving to sit on the floor in front of him on her knees, grinning up at him before tapping his thigh, making him open his legs so she could settle in between them. And like he predicted, once she started, he wasn't able to restrain himself and despite all his efforts from before, he took her upstairs to bed and they didn't leave until a few hours later, sheepishly returning the calls of their friends they had ignored during their time in the bedroom. In the end, they went to a bar instead of the restaurant they had booked, their table long ago having been given to somebody else. It did turn out to be a nice evening, however, their friends giving them a round of applause when they finally arrived at the bar, hand-in-hand, Julian grinning in satisfaction and his girlfriend blushing in embarrassment of once again showing up to something too late.

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[akelyokikagu]

White Peony Court - 01

The White Peony Court

Princess Kagura had everything she wanted— wisdom, power and the most sublime things of the world. The war ended two years ago with the death of her father and the rise of her brother, Kamui. He even granted her ridiculous request for a harem and she had just snatched a young official from Kamui: Okita Sougo. Lot of smut, Kaguoki and includes a male!Nobume.

Chapter One: The Princess

As far as Kagura was concerned she was of imperial blood. Their father, Umibozu, had died two years ago in a battle against other Amantos and through his death, a clear-cut border was also drawn between the scattered tribes and their kingdom.

The world under heaven, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of union, tends to divide. (1)

Those words had never been truer in their era, for their country had reunified once again and all enemies brought to submission. Umibozu shall be remembered as a legendary emperor who died for the greater good, and her brother Kamui seen as a young war hero who not only led his troupe well but also announced a new era of peace.

The people needed such calm after a terrible war of five years against all kind of tribes living at their borders, each one greedier than the other. The endless conflicts led to a general coalition against the greater nation, the tribes pooled all of their strength in one force and it wasn't easily that Kouan defended its territory. The mountains, especially, proved to be a major difficulty to protect and Kamui exceeded the expectations with his own army— the Harusame— by defeating every single opponent who dared to take cross their path.

Kamui became the Emperor at the death of their father and as for herself, Kagura stayed as a princess for she decided not to marry yet. With the rise of her brother, suitors multiplied and huddled the palace. They were sons of generals, of powerful officials, of rich merchants. Like every princess in Kouan, Kagura's quarter was built far from the politics and thus from the emperor's quarter as well as the officials' buildings yet they managed to catch glimpses of her, trying to court her.

Gifts, poems, meaningful glances... She was the most wanted daughter-in-law of the land, and further. Musicians sang her beauty across kingdoms, her beautiful eyes coloured by the Heaven (2) itself, her striking red hair and white skin like jade. Kagura breathed of the imperial family's characteristic elegance and charisma, men threw themselves at her feet. They all had an interest in a way: the conquest of a famous beauty, of political power or both for the most ambitious whereas she had none for them.

At nineteen, the prized princess was still unmarried and while it wasn't unheard of, one could wonder why didn't she seize the opportunity of her youth and fame to catch a good husband before she could be rivalled if not surpassed. The answer to her reluctance to marry could be found in her education; unlike her ancestors, Kagura made her way in men studies. She had no taste in sitting for hours to stare at parchments but she loved dearly her brother Kamui and refused to be separated from him when he was of age to learn about history, languages and everything an imperial heir had to be knowledgeable of. She followed him, exasperating and amusing at the same time Kamui's teachers.

During the war they couldn't have been prouder, she proved her use by attending the countless meetings and planned schemes for Kouan. Even if she didn't participate in the battlefield, Kagura gained the praises of historians and her people.

When the palace held banquets every day for a whole week, celebrating the end of the war and the victory, Kagura was only joking when said those words:

"Kamui, we may be from different genders but both of us were helped by the Heaven as heirs to our Father. Since you got a harem (3)," she looked at all the beauties gathered around her brother, "Shouldn't I get one too?"

Her brother had always been someone she was close with, and also knew her bore of all those men throwing empty words at her, accepted. A princess having a harem— it was unheard of. Many contested, a princess was to be virtuous so how could they grant her wish for a harem? What would be the use of a harem anyway, for a woman who could only become pregnant with one man at a time?

Kamui silenced them all. He was the emperor, the Greatest thus his words indisputable. He decided to scurry portraits and rumours, brought the thirty most handsome men in the kingdom for his sister. All of them not only possessed beauty but were as talented as any of his consorts would be expected to, his sister had a mind greater than most men and naturally, those who entertain her should be as great as her.

In two years, Kagura's harem built its stability and operation. At its top, stood three men out of the thirty who managed to catch her deepest affections in a way or another.

The first, Imai Nobuhito was a human who had been captured during the war and offered to Kagura. He was a silent but a strong man and could rival a Yato with technical expertise in swordsmanship and despite his background, Nobuhito became very loyal to Kagura to the point of becoming her current favourite.

The second was Shimura Shinpachi, a Yato considered as defective for he was born without any strength. To prove his worth, the young man had worked harder than anyone else and was a genius adviser with an interest in human swords. Nonetheless, his relationship with princess Kagura was known to be purely one of a friendship, though a very strong one. He was both her adviser and confidant.

The third man was once known as the first, he was named Hisashi Hongo. His youthful look, brightness and amiable personality immediately echoed with Kagura's. He was once a great warrior like all men from his family; however, following a severe injury Hisashi's body had become weak and instead he pushed his passion into music and poems. Kagura cherished him dearly and didn't dare to endanger his health further with physical activities thus their relationship became platonic and disregarded by the other men.

Soon, the men serving in Kagura's harem were called "Mianshou (4)".

Nobuhito accompanied Kagura in the front line before the others Mianshou, clad in deep blue silk with scarlet birds embroidered on his dress. He was dashing as always, his long hair tied in a ponytail as he confidently walked beside the princess with a sword at his hips.

The emperor's edict was announced just yesterday, Kagura was to attend the selection of the new officials at the palace with the help of Shimura Shinpachi and Nobuhito as her personal guard. While only the two of them were invited, the other Mianshou, of course, decided to demonstrate their loyalty by accompanying the princess, vying for her attention.

Today again, her presentation was irreproachable. Her favourite maids, Tsukkuyo and Tae Shimura had done a magnificent job at applying her makeup. The powder they set was sheer, Kagura's skin was still peerless, and her lips tinted with a shade of jujube (5) that complimented the light pink dress she wore.

"I want to walk in the garden afterwards," Kagura voiced her desire to Nobuhito. "It's a beautiful day, tell Sen to prepare my favourite tea and cakes, Nobu."

"As you wish," Nobuhito bowed slightly. The Mianshou behind cursed him, their eyes full of envy as the princess leant to his ears, whispering her commands. In their world, the closest to the princess was not only blessed with her favour but their family would be gifted with money and power. Everyone knew how keen the emperor's ears was to her words. A few whispers and their family could become one of the most honoured in the country and them, bathed in luxuries.

They walked past the White Peony Courtyard, Kagura's residence, admiring the palace. The buildings were all richly ornated, painted with red and imperial purple flags were scattered like the cherry blossoms, as they were in the wake of Spring. The Mianshous rarely wandered out of their court and left it only for important events if they were deemed to be interesting enough by the princess. As they eased closer to the main building, officials in blue and green dresses huddled with parchments while the younger, clad in black, were waiting in line to be called by the emperor for their examination. The emperor Kamui had to build his own rule, every year he would throw officials out and select new ones who suited him better. He refused to be the shadow of his father, nor did he want to be manipulated by his oldest acquaintances.

"Is that Princess Kagura?" The men asked each other, surprised by the appearance of a woman at this time of the year, in the emperor's court nonetheless. If there was to be one female able to do this, it would be the famous princess.

"Obviously, look at her hair."

"She's even more beautiful in reality than in paintings."

"Look at that, her Mianshous... I wonder if it's a good thing for this kind of woman to advise the Emperor." Shinpachi was immediately irritated at their words, but Kagura only steeled her smile.

"Don't embarrass me in front of my brother," she said to him. The way she would pull her purple fan from her sleeve, deploying it to hide half of her face was full of poise. Kagura's eyes smiled in her stead at the young officials, startling them all.

As she bypassed them, the other Mianshous left— with the words of Nobuhito— while the trio continued their way. The room of the emperor was as expected: grandiose. Golden tapestry, expensive wood, famous paintings and sculptures created the regal atmosphere. At its centre was a large carpet with a Phoenix, and higher, beyond the steps, was a large painting of a dragon behind the emperor.

Kagura, Nobuhito and Shinpachi walked to the centre of the room. While both Mianshou had to kneel in front of the emperor, their forehead touching the carpet, Kagura only had another kind of greeting. Her legs bowed slightly, she kept her back straight and overlaid her palms so they'd touch each other— her elbows at a straight angle. Her face gently moved towards the floor, showing the respect due to the emperor.

"The princess greets the emperor," she said.

"These mianshou greet the great emperor," Nobuhito and Shinpachi followed. At the top of the room, superelevated was Kamui on his throne, made of a lavish pillow and a dark wood table in front of him. However, the gigantic purple dragons that danced and laced themselves painted behind him imposed a strong aura. He himself was clad in his official outfit, all in purple (6) and gold with a heavy crown on his head, his red locks falling out from it.

He greeted Kagura with a delighted smile, "The princess and her Mianshou can rise."

They did so, guided by Kagura who trotted to a sit just below her brother. Of course, as only men of a harem, Shinpachi and Nobuhito were sat even further down.

"The selection can start," Kamui announced in a loud voice as a man in the room nodded and rang the gong.

First, ten men entered the room and kneeled. After the formal greeting was done, they introduced themselves but strangely Kagura didn't pay any attention. Usually, she'd remember their family names, where they came from or if their faces or names were familiar to her. Instead, she was introduced to a pair of red eyes.

An official rose up, bowed and announced: "Official Abuto presents to the great emperor the ten men with the highest score on the Imperial Exam." Okita Sougo— she buried the name deep in her mind. He was ranked third in the Imperial Exam, and while the first two were from an old and important family, his sounded completely unknown. And her suspicions were confirmed when he announced being from the countryside.

For a poor country boy to rank so high in the exam, Kagura was undoubtedly surprised. He looked just four or three years younger than her, and his eyes had a kind of magnetism she couldn't deny nor explain.

But one thing; however, she was sure of was that she wanted him in her harem.

1. Quote from the start of The Romance of Three Kingdoms, one of the four legendary books in China. It's a romanced story of the three kingdoms era, and their wars— for that reason, it's also a very strategical book that is recommended to read.   2. The Heaven was situated in the sky, which is why astrology is taken very seriously in China or Asia in general, as stars and such are "signs from the Heaven" and thus, of the Gods'.  3. An emperor, in China, possessed a rather spectacular harem that could be amounted to a thousand or way more. Of course, most were low-ranked and were only servants to the high-ranked one, the hierarchy was very strict. The emperor had a harem to show his power, but also to give him as many heirs as possible and there existed a schedule based on the Moon's cycle (believed to influence fertility) depending on each women's ranks.  4. Mianshou 面首, literally means "prime faces".   5. A red fruit, called the chinese date. It's sweet, and often used in chinese deserts!   6. Purple dye was very expensive, and increased the value of purple clothing thus it became the colour of the imperial family along with gold. This story is based on real chinese princess called Liu Chuyu, aka Princess Shanyi. 

[hellomissmabel]

Practice what you preach (2)

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Mobster!Bucky x reader, pornstar!Steve x reader, BuckyNat

Warnings: As the queen of plot twists, I warn you now for the next parts. This part contains mentions of sex, cheating, a sex tape and cruel intentions.

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: “All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you” has never been more true. Mob boss Bucky Barnes asks his childhood friend Steve Rogers for a favour he will end up regretting.

A/N: thanks @angryschnauzer for the pic that started it all! And thank you @whyisbuckyso for being my waistress Ari!

Series masterlist can be found here

Sliding into the seat opposite the redhead, you give her a wicked grin when her eyes rise up to lock with your eager ones. “Hello, Natasha,” you greet Bucky’s wife, the tip of your tongue purring her name. “I have an early birthday present for you.”

Natasha doesn’t take any bullshit from anyone and gets straight to it, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest as she quirks a curious eyebrow at you. “Did you get it?”

“Absolutely,” you confirm while opening your purse and taking out the small package, gift-wrapped with a large red bow as the cherry on top. Her fingertips eagerly reach for it but you hold off on giving it to her for a little longer, pursing your lips as you question her about her end of the deal.

Groaning and gritting her teeth at your playful bargaining, she put a tiny velvet box right next to your parcel. “As requested. You did make me curious as to what it contains. Bucky doesn’t keep an inventory on the dirt he collects, so I couldn’t find out myself.”

At the same time, you both accept each other’s offer and take what is respectively yours now. You reach for the velvet box and Natasha grabs the package. With a smirk you put it away in your purse, the redhead mirroring your smugness as she orders you both a glass of champagne to celebrate a successful exchange.

“It’s best if you don’t know, Nat,” you warn her with determined eyes, waving over the waiter. “A glass of red wine, please.” The young lad disappears and a few seconds later appears with your order. Meanwhile you assess Natasha’s stance, the way she owns the seat she’s sitting in with more than a dash of self-confidence.

“Are you coming to the party?,” she queries casually after taking a sip from her glass. “Bucky is turning it into this huge event, claiming it’s for my birthday but really, he’s just doing it to display his new wealth after we got married.” She taps the glass with her fingernail, painted a crimson red. “He and I haven’t been intimate in a very long time, after… you know what… happened. I believe he’s taking on a new mistress.”

Her tone drops dangerously low, but there’s a softness to it that betrays her vulnerability. Maybe somewhere she still cares for Bucky. “I don’t regret anything, Y/N, I want you to know that. I just wanna get out as quickly as possible. Saying yes to Bucky was a big mistake. I thought I’d never find love until…”

You cast down your eyes as the tips of your ears grow pink. “You don’t have to say it, Nat, I know.” Smiling sourly while curling your lips into a grin, the red liquid smooths your throat as you finish your drink in a matter of seconds. “This wine is terrible, by the way.”

Your comment makes Natasha chuckle, and she pours some of the bottle of champagne sitting on her side of the table in your glass. When you lock eyes with her and quirk an eyebrow, she simply shrugs and says “I feel like celebrating, don’t you?”.

The party is in full swing when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d argue, but considering the dirty looks some of the other girls are throwing in your direction you figure that your dramatic entrance is only appreciated by the male audience. Wearing a midnight blue dress with a deep V-neck, you’re damn sure you’ll attract all the attention necessary to alert Bucky his ex-employee has arrived.

At the bar there is no empty seat, so you are forced to search for a vacant spot in the less occupied lounge. The chances of running into Bucky here are far less favourable than at the main bar, an you’ll be damned if you take a seat at one of the dinner tables as you’re fairly certain there’s no spot reserved for you. The only reason Bucky might want you here is to spite you, to rub into your face that he’s got a new girl, much younger and much prettier than you.

After you’ve finished your third cocktail, a fourth one arrives even though you didn’t order anything yet. The night hasn’t been very fruitful, as all the men look down your cleavage more than they lock eyes, and you want them to see you because you need their lips to bring it to Bucky’s ears that you’re still waiting for him. But it doesn’t happen, until another sex on the beach is brought to your table by one of the waitresses, an Indian girl with extremely beautiful, black hair.

“From the guy in the velvet jacket, with the long dirty blond hair and the full beard,” she tells you with a foxy smile, twisting her hair around her finger while swaying her hips at you and leaning in close to whisper under her breath. “He’s a very famous guy. You’re one lucky girl.”

Her name tag reads Ari and you thank her kindly as you throw a quick look over the girl’s shoulder at the man she referred to. “Well, Ari, I don’t know him. Maybe he isn’t that famous after all.”

“Oh, girl, don’t be a fool.” She shakes her head and writes something down on the notepad she fished out of the back pocket of her tight leather pants.

Her dark brown eyes are playful as she hands over the note to you, on it scribbled a name you believe belongs to the mystery man. “Look him up, but do it subtly. If you find any videos, make sure you don’t have you sound on or you’ll definitely regret it.”

With a final wink, she turns her back on you and the gorgeous Indian waitress disappears into the crowd again, serving drinks to other customers in the booths surrounding you. Every now and then her eyes rest on you again, especially when she notices you’re still on your phone and trying to keep a poker face while you research the name she’s given you. Steve Rogers, also known under his pornstar name, Dick Hardwood.

Meanwhile Steve slides two hundred dollar bills into the palm of the waitress that slipped you the note. “Thanks, Ari, baby.” The smirk on her face is undeniable as she taps her cheek, expecting him to give her a small kiss as another tip for her services. Steve all too quickly agrees and pecks her cheek. “She took the bait. What are you waiting for?”

“I’m going to hold off a little longer and let her come to me. According to Bucky that’s the best approach to get her into bed the quickest and longest.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you on that, Dick,” Ari coos seductively, nudging his nose with the tip of her finger yet he bats her hand away before she can do it a second time. “This girl wants to be conquered. Like a queen, like a precious treasure chest. She ain’t gonna come to you just because you’ve got a renowned cock.”

“Alright, alright,” Steve shushes her as her voice tends to increase in volume the more she speaks about his member in the downstairs department. That always happens when he meets a ‘fan’. “I’m going.”

The blond man struts over to the girl on the picture Bucky gave him, the girl he is supposed to seduce and sleep with, to keep busy while Bucky’s men search her apartment. For a split second he feels a pang of guilt for his bad intentions. Bucky could’ve easily have hired another man less honourable of heart, who would use her up and never think of her again.

Though that’s not Steve. He gets off on pleasuring women, on making it all about them and not him. And tonight he intends to do the exact same with his target, Y/N Y/L/N.

“Hello beautiful,” he greets you as he flashes his pearly whites. You are surprised he actually came to you first, considering that’s not what Bucky’s general approach is with the ladies, fully aware that this man was sent by the mob king himself. Why else would a porn star be interested in the likes of one of Bucky’s old flames?

Because they believe you have something that they want.

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Willing to Learn

A Vision x Reader Fic Request

For @this-kitty-has-claws because she whines but I love her, and she convinced me Vision needed more fiction.

Pairing: Vision x Reader   |   Word Count: 2800 Warnings: none, just fluff and stuff

You were standing in the kitchen, lit only by the glow from the stove, eating a bowl of cereal over the sink as you tried to slow your racing heart. You knew better. Oh how you knew better than to watch a scary movie by yourself at eleven o’clock at night, but nearly everyone was gone from the compound, and you’d really wanted to see The Conjuring which everyone else had watched without you when you’d been off on a mission for Fury.

Now you were halfway through and scared stupid, wolfing down cereal because your freaky ass stomach had decided it wanted food, requiring you to walk through the compound, alone, in the dark, at night, by yourself, to get something to eat. It was horrifying to realize A the compound was far bigger than you’d thought, and B the place was fudging scary at night. Had it always had so many shadows? Did it always make those noises? Were those footsteps or were you imagining things?

When the hand came down on your shoulder, you screamed like a banshee, bowl, spoon and cereal going in the sink with a shatter of glass as you spun to defend yourself from the witch come to possess you only to come face to face with Vision.

“Holy shit!” you squealed, grabbing for your chest.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? I noticed elevated levels of cortisol and a rapid increase in your heart rate, and came to see why you were in distress?” He peered curiously into the sink. “Did the cereal somehow… threaten you?” His strange but beautiful eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement.

“Ha! You’re so not funny,” you grumbled, turning to clean up the mess when he batted your hands away.

“You will only cause yourself damage in your nervous state. Let me.”

Rolling your eyes, you went to the freezer and pulled out a pint of Tom and Jerry’s, still needing to fill the void and opting for comfort food after the fright of your life. “What are you doing skulking around?” you asked, leaning against the counter and eating straight from the carton.

“I do not skulk. I was reading when your presence disturbed me.” He glanced at you, brow arched accusingly.

You looked down at your ice cream. “Oh,” you murmured. It was very hard to get a read on Vision. The others, you knew, all liked you well enough to laugh and tease and joke. You were part of the team, mostly normal with a few special quirks that came in handy on missions. If it wasn’t for the bullet that had clipped your upper arm a week ago, you would have been out with Steve and Bucky and Sam like always.

Still healing, you’d been taken off the roster until Bruce, Wanda, and Nat returned from their mission, and Bruce could give you the all clear. Any doc could, technically, but you preferred Bruce. He wouldn’t bullshit you about your progress. If he didn’t like the healing, he’d tell you.

You weren’t quite sure why Vision was here when Wanda wasn’t. Usually wherever one was the other wasn’t far behind.

Their relationship was another you’d had a difficult time understanding. They were so close you’d originally thought they had a thing, but a giggling Wanda had only shaken her head.

She and Vision had been through a lot together, good and bad, and were indeed very close. She may love him, but she wasn’t in love with him. Her sly grin showed she was well aware of why you were asking, setting you blushing and stammering before you’d run very quickly out of the room.

He was such a sweet guy, Vision, but you always felt ever so slightly chastised by him. It was subtle, but it picked at your confidence. Tonight was clearly no different.

“Sorry for disturbing you.” Turning away from the kitchen, you headed back toward your room with your tub of ice cream.

“I did not mean to send you scurrying away, (Y/N),” he said as his long red fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“It’s fine.” But you didn’t look at him, only at the slowly melting ice cream.

“Will you tell me what truly upset you? Perhaps I can assist.”

A flush darkened your cheeks. “Made the mistake of watching a scary movie by myself. Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave you to your reading.” Pulling away, you headed back to your room, a little less scared, replaced by sadness and disappointment.

The trip back, though faster, was no less unnerving as you made your way through dark corridors and down deserted hallways, the glow of security lights and emergency exits the only ones to guide your way. There was little point in turning them all on, wasting power, when it was just you, well, and Vision, but he could see perfectly fine in this lighting.

Walking into your room, you sighed, prepared to return to your movie and not sleep for the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours.

“This scary movie…”

His voice coming from the darkened corner made you shriek a second time.

Evidently prepared, he was there to catch the tub of ice cream and your spoon before they could hit the ground.

“Goddammit, Vision! What did we say about doing that?” Again you stood holding your chest, fearing for the heart trying to hammer its way free.

This time he could not contain the chuckle your terror caused. “Apologies. I will endeavour to remember in the future.” He drifted closer.

“You have a perfectly fine, functional memory. I think you do it on purpose!” you groused, flopping to pout on the couch.

A smile twitched his lips as he sat beside you. “As I was saying, this scary movie, is it the one the others watched without you?”

“Yeah. I really want to see it, but damn… she's scary!” you said, tucking into the bucket of chocolate chip goodness once he handed it back. “Bite?” you asked without thinking, used to sharing your food with whoever was with you. But you rarely saw Vision eat and flushed when you realized you'd offered not only the ice cream but a shared spoon. “Never mind,” you murmured, drawing your offering back.

His warm fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Wait. I am not familiar with this flavour. Wanda prefers the cherry kind.”

You watched him lead the spoon back to his mouth, eyes locked with yours as it slipped between his lips.

He had such a unique face. Strong lines and interesting structures. The red and silver colours did nothing to detract from his features, you actually found them enticing. He may be different, but he was still handsome.

“Hm. Interesting,” he murmured when he released your hand.

Drawing the spoon back swiftly, you blinked at him before finding your voice. “Better or worse than Cherry Garcia?”

“Different. I think… I prefer the chocolate chips.”

A radiant smile bloomed upon your face. “Really?”

“Indeed.” He settled further into the couch. “I've heard tell if one watches a scary movie in the company of another, especially one of masculine persuasion, they are less likely to be afraid. I would test this hypothesis if you'd allow me?”

You weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and scrambled for the remote. “I'll even share my ice cream,” you beamed at him, scooting up on the couch, so your legs were curled beneath you, knees pointed his direction.

It wasn't until he shifted to drape his arm along the back of the sofa you realized just how close he was. “I would expect no less from you,” he said softly, turning his attention to the movie.

The soft words made you wonder, but you pushed them aside in favour of asking, “Do you need a rundown on the movie to this point?”

He only looked pointedly at you, causing you to blush.

“Ah. Right. Computer brain with the crazy WiFi access. Never mind.” You dug out another spoonful of ice cream and pressed play.

The movie started again, engrossing you enough to have you forgetting it was Vision sitting at your side. When he wanted ice cream, he simply commandeered the spoon, no different than Bucky or Steve. When the tub was empty, and you'd jumped for the third time, you didn't remember the thigh you were gripping didn't belong to Sam.

The squeak of fright left you, and you buried your face in the argyle sweater vest, finding yourself wrapped up in strong arms which offered comfort and protection but weren't Thor.

Throwing your legs over his, you watched the rest of the movie from the safety of his lap from behind the screen of your fingers until the witch was finally defeated and you relaxed your tense muscles as the volume was lowered by his hand on the remote.

“Fascinating,” Vision murmured.

All your slowly softening muscles became rock hard in an instant when reality returned. Turning to look up at his incredibly close face, you swallowed in unease. “What… what is?”

“You reacted no different with me then you would with any of the others once the movie took your attention. I had wondered.” He seemed genuinely puzzled about why that was.

“I… don’t understand,” you frowned.

His arm was still wrapped firmly around your back, the other across your thighs, hand resting on your hip. “In our day to day interactions, you rarely have contact with me. With Steve, Bucky, Tony, Wanda, even Thor who you see far less frequently than I, all receive your affection so easily… but not… me.”

Surprise filled you, he appeared almost… hurt. “Vision?”

His hands flexed as if he was inclined to draw you closer. “What did I do to make you dislike me?”

You gaped, shocked beyond words. “I don’t!”

This time he frowned, eyes locked intently on your face. “Now I do not understand.”

When he made to shift you from your position, you grabbed onto his sweater with both hands. “Wait! No, I…” you swallowed, dropping your hands to your lap, watching them twist together. “It’s not… not what you think.”

“Then… what is it?”

Sighing, you wish now you had let him shift you away, perhaps it would have made this easier. “I do like you, Vision… quite a lot actually,” you whispered.

“Excuse me?” he sounded shocked.

“I like you.”

“I am… uncertain what to do with this information.”

Blushing fully red, you shifted, trying to remove yourself from him.

“Wait.” His arms tightened.

“Why? I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough.”

“(Y/N), I seem to always be chasing you away.” He drew you closer, right up against him.

“What… what…?” you gasped, hands coming up to press against his chest.

“I am not yet as adept at speaking my thoughts or my… feelings as I would like.”

Wide-eyed, you could only stare into his electric blue eyes, mind numb, until your brain kicked back in. “What? What are you saying?”

“It seems as I have failed in speaking my desires, I have been just as terrible at showing my interest.”

“Yah think?” you muttered, making him flinch and look away. “I thought… I thought you didn’t like me.”

“Why would you ever think that?” His eyes darted back to yours.

It was your turn to look away. “Because… I seem to always be inept to you. Couldn’t even clean out the sink tonight,” you muttered. “You tend to… scold me…” The lightbulb in your brain went off. “You’re trying to protect me.”

He nodded slowly. “I find it very… disheartening when you are injured.”

“Really?” you asked, smile growing.

His brow arched. “You find my disquiet over your injuries pleasing?”

“No, no, no.” You reached up and hesitantly touched his face.

Eyes closing, Vision leaned into the contact, rubbing against your palm in little nods which set your heart fluttering.

“The fact that you care pleases me,” you whispered.

The hand at your hip lifted, mirrored the touch you had on his face. His thumb traced your bottom lip. “(Y/N) I am… uneducated in the ways of romance and love. I fear I will not make a very pleasing… suitor.”

You smiled at the old-fashioned term. “You been talking to Bucky about this?”

“Steve,” he admitted.

“What was his advice?” you asked, figuring you already knew.

“He thought it would be best if I stayed back, spent time with you away from the others.”

“Good advice,” you agreed. “Anything else?”

“Sam said…” if an android could blush, he would have, “if I really wanted to know if I had a shot, I should just kiss you and see what happened.”

You’re breath hitched softly in excitement. “Why don’t you try it and find out.”

His thumb swept your lip again, pulling down on it just slightly, and sending your heart rate skyrocketing. Red lips descended tentatively, hesitating just before they touched yours, and you closed the distance.

It wasn’t fireworks and earthquakes, but it was sweet, tender, and so very gentle. It melted your heart. “Vision,” you sighed when his head lifted.

“I am not well versed in this new path… but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me.” Earnest eyes and a soft smile were your undoing.

Shifting around, you straddled his lap and ran your hands lightly over his smooth head, following the lines of silver in his skin. “I’ve always been one to believe in hands-on training,” you said with a smile before sinking into his mouth and showing him what he’d been missing.

When you broke some minutes later, needing air, he looked remarkable hazy-eyed, a flirty smile on his lips as his hands caressed your thighs. “That was… fascinating,” he murmured, making you chuckle.

“It gets better,” you promised, rocking your hips.

His hands gripped you tighter. “(Y/N) I... am more than willing just… not yet.”

Cupping his face, you kissed him with all the care you could muster. “That’s fine.”

“You’re not… upset?”

“No, Vision.” you shook your head. “I care for you, a lot, very deeply. I’m not going to rush you into anything.”

He relaxed muscles you hadn’t realized were so tight. “There is something else.”

You placed a finger on his lips. “I understand.”

He was an android, created to house the consciousness that had been Ultron. While he may be willing, he was not able in the most carnal sense.

“When you’re ready, you need only ask, and I’ll grant you your heart’s desire,” you smiled with your words, for, that was your gift, your quirk of nature. For one hour, you could give people their greatest desire. Once the hour was up, everything returned to the way it once was. They didn’t call you Genie - or in some cases Fairy Godmother - for nothing. And while you could grant the same desire repeatedly, it only ever lasted a single hour.

It made you invaluable on missions. Need to be invisible? Poof! For an hour you could be so. Run out of bullets? Never ending ammo for an hour. It had taken time to train the others to block out their personal desires to be able to get what they needed in that instant, but for Vision, personal desires wouldn’t be a problem. If he wished to be simply able or wished to be fully human, the option was his, but either would be fine for you.

He pulled you closer, eyes full of warm affection. “Thank you,” he whispered before kissing you again.

When you broke apart the second time, a yawn escaped your control, and Vision was lifting you from the couch with ease.

“You need sleep,” he said in the same chastising tone as before, but now it meant something different.

When he settled you on your bed, you reached for his hand. “Stay? I won’t sleep if you go, not after that movie.”

“Is this another custom? My presence, somehow, counteracts the nightmares you may have in regards to the movie?” he asked, already settling to the bed behind you, pulling you into his warm chest.

“Mmm,” you nodded, snuggling back into his big spoon position.

“Very well,” he murmured, nose tucking into your hair where he rubbed it slowly and closed his eyes.

He didn’t sleep in the traditional sense, but he did occasionally power down.

The next morning when Wanda, Nat and Bruce returned early, it was Wanda who came upon your open door and just happened to peek in.

She smiled brightly, happy to see the two of you snuggled up and dreaming after so long of dancing around each other. Before Nat or Bruce could notice, she slipped out and shut the door, unable to contain her grin.

-The End-

[excrucian]

Unnamed Nobilis Game Session Two

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The four newly ennobled Nobles stood in the centre of their chancel. They felt the power flow into them from Tahom’s mighty strike, they felt that they were like gods now, attuned to the channels through which reality streamed through. Aureus and Luka, now Appearances and Disappointment, took this in stride as they had been a part of the miraculous world to some degree before. The Lizard stretched its claws and with its new mastery over Evolution, gifted itself two opposable thumbs on each hand. Opposable thumbs were pretty useful, it felt.

But as for the girl who had once been Mattie…

She was nothing now. She felt nothing. Nothing overtook and consumed her.

The Lizard looked over and saw that Mattie was not breathing or emitting any heat. It asked what was wrong.

“Don’t call me Mattie,” said the girl in a quiet voice. “I am Tilde.”

“Okay, Mattie,” said Aureus.

There was another Estate belonging to the great serpent Tahom, but it was nebulous and could not quite coalesce yet. With time, perhaps it would.

The new Familia took stock of their surroundings and their new selves. They explored, found where their homes were, looked up at the buildings that grew ever higher and the plants entwined with them.

Locus Eschaton’s Properties

Geography is not objective

You cannot be lost

Everything can grow

Everything is beautiful

Without care, everything fades away

Aureus had taken his driver, Jim, into the chancel as an Erus so that he may continue to serve Aureus in his new role. Jim was currently driving a limousine, which was quite the stretch limousine due to the players deciding that the property “Everything can grow” meant that the limousine was a growing snakelike being that regularly shed car scales in its path.

Everyone was getting into the lizard-mousine when an almighty, powerful voice shook the entire chancel.

“WHERE IS MY SON?!”

“DAD?!!!”

A man stepped into their view. He was a well dressed man, fairly unassuming except that he had an aura of terrible beauty and majesty. This was Lucifer, First of the Fallen Angels, Prince of Lies, the Morning, Sympathy and Prosecution. He was accompanied by two of his nobles – a well-dressed lady (though not as well dressed as Aureus himself) and a man who people vaguely recognised as a famous Russian ballerina who had gone missing a few years ago.

Lucifer was confronting Tahom and demanding answers as to why his son had been ennobled by this snake. Tahom, the chill dude that he is, was talking about fate and dharma and all that. This did not quite please Lucifer.

Aureus ran out of the car towards his father. His doting father asked if he was okay, obviously worried, but this degenerated into a bit of an argument during which a few things were revealed.

For all of his life, Aureus had expected that he would be the one to bring about the Apocalypse. He’d turn into a dragon, there would be all this fire and brimstone and it would be pretty sweet.

“That part of your life’s over, kiddo,” Tahom said. “Your dharma’s been replaced.”

Aureus really should have read the fine print. His father then accidentally let slip that Aureus was not the only potential Antichrist, and that in fact there were other children. He also said that he had plans for Aureus, like making him into his Noble of Lies, a position he had to grant onto this young lady instead.

Aureus glared daggers at “his dad’s new fling”, a fact that Lindsel Yi, the newly ennobled Mistress of Lies, denied. “Of course you’d say that, you’re Lies,” Aureus said. What he didn’t know was that Lindsel was quite a moral and upstanding public defender in her last life and she was so loathe to lie that she had a 4 point affliction against it.

The argument continued on for a bit, with Tilde in the background with an inability to care about this and the Lizard and Luka just enjoying the show. Jim was a bit unnerved, but who could blame him?

Finally, Lucifer said, “We’ll speak about this later. Come to my chancel, Aureus. We’ll have a family dinner with your new family.” He left, leaving his two Nobles behind. Aureus continued to glare at the “new woman”, while Fima Kozlov, the Baron of the Morning, apologised for everything.

Those two Nobles were to guide the new Familia to Lucifer’s own chancel. So everyone piled into the liz-mousine and set off.

The only way to get into the chancel was to draw a certain symbol on a certain vehicle and to use that vehicle to pass through a threshold. To get out of the chancel, one could take that same vehicle and drive across any threshold in their chancel, appearing at either a random border in the Ordinary World or the only place in the world that had a fixed entrance to the chancel – Aureus’ apartment.

So the Lizmousine appeared in Aureus’ apartment, a fact that Aureus was not happy about.

Lindsel stepped out and asked if Aureus had any charcoal. Aureus retorted with insults and “go look in the fireplace”. Sighing, Lindsel, who was a professional lady who really did want to work with these people to make things go smoothly, took out a stick of charcoal from her own pocket and drew a complicated looking glyph on the window of the apartment. While the Hollyhock God would have had a more evocative or complicated way to get to Lucifer’s chancel, it was figured that getting this lizmousine off the 59th floor of a random skyscraper in New York was a bit too much of a hassle.

Everyone piled back into the lizmousine, which was then driven straight into the glyph. “You better not break my windows,” Aureus said. “Oh god no,” he said as he realised the lizard-mousine had shed car-scales in his apartment.

They appeared on a highway in a dark, cold place. In front of them was a mighty city, built from ice with great big rivers of meat and blood winding around. The aesthetic here was rather like the game OFF, as the Hollyhock God had asked Aureus’ player for input.

Out of the corner of one’s eye, it seemed that every third bystander was a monster. But then you would turn around and they would be absolutely normal people – and there would be more monsters in the corner of your eye. The great skyscrapers made from ice seemed to have swirling faces in their midst.

This was Chancel Pandaemonium.

Lindsel, after arguing with Aureus, took over the driving duties from Jim and drove the party to one of Lucifer’s favoured nightclubs – the Club Inferno. There, they were greeted by a lady wearing a strange skeletal clothing who introduced herself as Aenor of the Morning. She was a much older Power of Lucifer, though not the oldest.

In the nightclub, most of the patrons seemed to be ordinary denizens of the chancel.

Aureus and Luka immediately made their way to the bar and ordered alcoholic drinks for themselves. Tilde ordered “nothing” and was given a cup with nothing in it, though Aureus then reached behind the counter and popped some cherries into it to make it into a Shirley Temple. She took the cherries out and began to talk to her Estate, which answered in negatory statements.

The Lizard looked around impassively.

But, there appeared to be some Nobles here who were not native to the place. These were Powers who sought an audience with Lucifer or one of his Powers, who had managed to make their way here into this cold dark place. While their requests would certainly not be granted, it may be worth a try. Lucifer was once the just prosecutor of the Angels, before he fell – and rumours said that he was not touched by the corruption of Hell.

There was a nervous looking young man in a cat skull mask and a hoodie who was obviously underdressed for the place. A beautiful baroque lady sat in the corner, sipping a crimson fluid from a glass and grinning with her exposed fangs. She was even more better dressed than Aureus, which rankled him greatly. A man in a labcoat was also here – Luka recognised him as the Power of Catalysis and stayed far, far away from him.

Aureus, being the social butterfly that he was and also rankled by the fact that his father apparently had other Antichrists, immediately came up to the young man and began to try and make conversation. The young man was not inclined to say much, stuttering and refusing to answer any direct questions. This young man then made the mistake of asking Aureus, “D-do you know someone c-called Licelte Rossmalt?”

This drew the attention of the Lizard. That was the name of an Excrucian that was quite dear to the Lizard, as Licelte had in fact rescued the Lizard from smugglers. The Lizard did not care why that happened, only that Licelte was clearly a friend. It marched up to the young man and demanded answers.

The young man refused to say anything else, and at this point Luka had joined in to hem this poor guy in a corner. Suddenly, a miracle was cast, a miracle that should have instilled in the Lizard the desire to flee in the manner that prey would- and then because the Hollyhock God is still trying to learn this system it’s my first time GM/HGing :’D it was shrugged off by the lizard. The young man, feeling trapped, then tried to shapeshift into a bird and then an ant to escape. This was stymied by Aureus’ idea to force the Appearance of the young man onto him, so that they would know where he is even if he tried to ant away. Tilde even helped by Negating the door to the nightclub, which raised many eyebrows.

The young man, giving up and turned back to human, confessed that his name was Esa Phoemi and he was the Saint of Prey. To this, the Lizard began laughing a lot. Ah, this was prey and the Lizard was a predator.

Aureus was a bit bored of this so he went and started chatting up the beautiful baroque lady. She introduced herself as Vanessa Amaranthine, Baroness of Paranormal Romance. Clearly she was here to act out her story and to score herself a paranormal romance, the players concluded. They danced to Hellbent by Mystery Skulls, because of course.

The Lizard continued to interrogate Esa. What do you want with Licelte Rossmalt?!

“She destroyed my chancel,” Esa said, a bit sulkily.

This was satisfactory, so the Lizard allowed Esa to leave. Which he did very quickly.

Aureus, bored now and tired of waiting for ten whole minutes for his dad to show up, began to complain. But as he did so, his father waltzed through the door (which Tilde had thankfully thought to un-Negate). He was accompanied by a silhouette of a wonderfully dressed being, which was his last Noble – Prosecution’s Regal.

Everyone grew silent, but Aureus continued to complain loudly to Make A Point.

Lucifer ignored his son and went to the bar. He called for everyone’s attention and then began to very loudly praise his darling baby boy for growing up and being inducted into Noble society as the.. Baron? Viscount? Of Appearance.

(This was because the HG temporarily forgot the actual title, but it was funny enough that it was now canon.)

“Oh, don’t you Nobles always throw parties and such things? Well, then, I decree that soon, we will hold a fabulous party for my son’s enNoblement!”

“DAD OH MY GOD DADDDDDD YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME”

Lucifer then left, and then his Powers converged on the player’s Familia. Oh god, all of them were going to have to throw a party and it was going to have to be a really good party and because it’s your fault that we’re doing this, clearly you must help us. Lucifer’s Nobles decided that they would take care of the managerial side of things while, well, you can go and do some errands. Like finding a suitable place to host this party. Perhaps your Chancel would do.

They then realised that Luka had ditched them during Lucifer’s announcement. Oh well, he’ll show up eventually. Maybe.

The Familia left the nightclub to go find their Lizmousine, their driver (who was a bit shaken up by being in this strange monstrous place) and Luka. They found all three and made their way back to Chancel Eschaton, leaving more car scales in Aureus’ apartment.

There, they decided they had to talk with Tahom. But they weren’t sure how to contact him. Luka and Aureus had the brilliant idea of blaring out Snoop Dogg to the atmosphere, because clearly a giant otherworldly snake knows what Snoop is, even if this snake does behave in a similarly chill manner to the Dogg. Eventually, Tahom came by and asked what was the problem. The giant void-snake was not pleased that a giant party was going to be held in its chancel, that would be such a security nightmare, maybe you Nobles can find an abandoned dimension somewhere to hold your little party?

Tilde decided to query her Estate using a Greater Divination as to if there were any chancels that were, well, empty or negated. She found a match, but she couldn’t exactly tell how to get into this chancel or where exactly it was.

The group decided to just head out into the world and see if they could divine any more  from over there. This was clearly a well thought out plan, to just emerge from a random border or threshold and look around. Fortunately, Aureus was quite Lucky and so the Hollyhock God used this as an excuse to just dump them close to where they needed to go.

They emerged from the border of Austria and Switzerland and began looking around. Tilde asked her estate again and got the distinct impression that there was a great negation or emptiness associated with libraries. They went to the closest library, followed by a suspicious sparrow that was very obviously watching them. The door was slammed in the sparrow’s face, and it nearly knocked itself out trying to fly in.

After a bit more faffing about, the Lizard discovered that they had the power to sense other Chancels and to work out the way inside. They found that one particular book called “The Plays of Ethics” in German was very clearly associated with the broken chancel, so the team took out the book and flicked over it. There were a lot of illustrations in there.

Huh, one of the illustrations seemed to involve someone that looked a lot like Esa being stabbed by a lady none of them knew. Well, they’ll be sure to recognise that lady in the future.

There was an illustration of a door, so the team decided to read out from it. They then found themselves falling out of the Ordinary World and into…

The sky was colourless. Cracks full of void ravaged the world around them. From what they could tell, this world was once a medieval fantasy-esque village, but now there was just… a whole lot of nothing.

There was a ghost. Formless, it drifted there.

What happened here, the group asked.

“We passed the test,” said the ghost. “There was light, and it blinded us.”

Aureus was busy working out how he could make this place into a truly fantastic party location. Over here, the DJ tables could be set, and there where the dead bodies with mutilated eyes there could be like a fountain of blood and over there we could have the seating…

“The light hurt us.”

From the reference to a ‘test’ and from the fact that Negation had conceptual links to unmaking, Tilde reasoned that perhaps this place was a victim of one of the Excrucians – specifically, a Warmain. The Lizard was wondering how it could contact its friend.

There was a thump, and the group turned to see Esa Phoemi land. He glared at them. “This was my home,” he said.

The sparrow was his spy, so Aureus mocked him for banging into a door.

“That wasn’t me, that was my spy!”

This was the chancel that Esa was born into. He managed to escape before it fell apart, and then was ennobled by another Imperator. But this place was clearly still important to him.

There were a lot of unanswered questions here. What happened to the Powers and the Imperator of this place? Could a single Excrucian Warmain really do all this?

Could they get this place fixed up in time for the party?!

Is it really a good idea to use a desecrated, broken chancel as a venue for a party?

Probably!

As a retrospective, this was really the Aureus Spotlight Episode and probably will be for the next few sessions. Though there are a few plot hooks for the other characters, particularly the Lizard. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing here, so I shoved all my plot hooks in - and then I did not expect the gang to immediately look for an abandoned chancel, which was meant to be just part of Esa and Licelte’s backstory. Oh dear!

Also, I still have no idea what I’m doing. But everyone seems to be having fun, so that’s good!