#i really appreciate the times u have helped me...and i always look forward to seeing your sets on my dash!!

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❄️ your winter gift has arrived, @xuseokgyu! ❄️

a series of gifts for mutuals through december!

[sexydreamgirl]

hey heraa, i would REALLYYY appreciate if you helped me out on this one question that has been killing me rn (it’s in bold on the bottom just incase u want to skip the tangent)

honestly, if i succeed in fulfilling myself that you replied, it'll raise my faith a little bit when/if I see that you replied.

I've been on this journey for the longest time I'm talking divineangelbee, planet, cine, bibi, dreamgrlsworld, daphne, the void obsession, the alpha waves, the mindless or just feeling while affirming, the self and void concept challenges for 2 weeks, and now applying states after edward art and neville and having things click with aphroditeapprentice and blushydior etc ; applying for months. But guess what idk what is happening and what's holding me back!

i know that if i was in the state, I obviously wouldn't be sending this message but since it doesn't matter what I do in the 3D and my human self wants to ask for help, I will ask for guidance.

I've even fulfilling myself, returning to the wish fulfilled whenever I think of my desire, I prioritize the inner man over getting physical results but you know, if someone was doing it right, it would reflected by now right? of course it would because it's the law.

I don't why it hasn't done so yet and l'm slowly and at the same time very quickly losing my faith because it's been like what, 2/3 years since I found out about the law from tumblr? I KNOW I'm meant to be living my dream life in a little cottage in Europe or big mansion in LA, I KNOW I was meant to succeed and live a life of my dreams because I deal with hard things in my life, I AM! MEANT TO SUCCEED. but what am I doing wrong if it's been months of fulfilling myself that it should've been my dominant state already? I feel good and every time I doubt, I know and tell myself that I ALREADY experience my desire in imagination and it HAS to reflect?

thank you, if you answer this I really would appreciate it :)

I'm going to try my best to answer this without further confusing you so sit tight and in the case that I do bring forward any confusion, do let me know.

In a nutshell, the point of manifesting (or moreso the purpose of life itself) is to appease hunger. That is, to free yourself from the feeling of desire (wanting something) by giving it to yourself whether it's money, the mansion, the dream life, appearance, I could go on and on because whatever you want to acquire is possible of being acquired (because imagination is limitless). If you know the law, you know imagination creates reality so imagination will always be your workshop and that is essentially how you change self (I AM).

Imagination isn't separate from reality because imagination is reality itself. Man's greatest downfall has been to separate the two as completely independent when that could not be further from the truth. When you turn to imagination and you use it to think about what it would feel like to have the face card and the mansion and the dream life, you are present in that moment to the point where it feels like a real experience. If you allow yourself to bask in the feeling of the wish fulfilled, it's as real of an experience as you reading this very post. Neville has previously discussed procuring the wish fulfilled in a way as if you are traveling through time to the end and witnessing the outcome firsthand, then you make your way back to the present and trust that it will unfold as you experienced. It's like when you watch a film you've previously watched and you already know what the ending is, you don't stop to think what could happen, you already know what will because you saw it yourself.

If time is a relevant concern for you and you're looking around to see if it's there, I'm afraid to say you haven't fully yielded to it. You simply thought of it and not from it. If you experienced it and knew that it was done, you would be appeased from hunger and you wouldn't desire it anymore. How could you want something you already have? Time is an obstacle that is standing in between you and the state of consciousness that asserts you as being someone who has the desire in question already in their possession. When you nail yourself to that state and I mean you fully yield yourself to it to the point where you don't feel separate from it anymore, the feeling of desire will vanish. You don't care about time, you don't care about the senses, nothing moves you. Why would it if you know it's yours? (Hint: this is the Sabbath)

I constantly receive so, so many "I did all of this, why hasn't it happened?" questions and I believe you when you say you really gave it your entire heart, but you should sit and ask yourself genuinely if you actually focused more on the thing itself versus quenching the desire you have for it.

I'm here once again to swear by the State Akin To Sleep and why I love it so much. I won't repeat the process since I went into it quite extensively so I highly suggest you read the post.

“Whatsoever you desire, when you pray, believe that you have received it, and you will.”

When I started understanding the SATS through the idea of it as "praying", it made so much more sense to me. You're not visualizing to get, you're visualizing to feel its reality so desire vanishes. If you use imagination to feel its reality (believe that you have received it), the 3D will follow and it shall materialize. This is one of the reasons why I love the state akin to sleep so much. It's such a simple and easy way to define the end and identify yourself with it.

When I use the SATS, I let myself sit with the wish fulfilled by thinking of what the end would look like, what would I hear, who would I be with, what would I see, etc. and I focus on it until I'm consumed by the feeling and acceptance of it and then bring myself back. I trust that my prayer has been answered because I felt the reality of it, so that must mean it's already mine. If for some reason I would feel doubtful or separate from that state of consciousness, I would simply induce the state again and focus on its reality. Do this as many times as you need to until you no longer feel compelled to because you're certain that your prayer has been heard (See: the Sabbath).

I highly encourage you to assess how you're going about manifesting and to use the State Akin To Sleep to catch the mood so you can nail yourself to it. You said it best yourself, you were meant to succeed and live the life of your dreams. Remember that failure is only an option if you let it be one. Don't give up, my love <3

[redhead-batgal]

Hey , I recently read your Damian Wayne one shot called she's so gone and I was wondering if you were going to make a part 2 . I absolutely loved it and would love to read a part 2 and I look forward to seeing more of your stories and if you don't write a part please tag me in a post that u are not gonna write part 2 I would really appreciate it. And awesome stories btw .☺️❤️

Type: Two-Shot (Part One: Here)

Pairing: Fem! and Best Friend! Reader x Damian Wayne/ Robin

Word Count: 7,462

Content: angsty, angsty times, arguing, confrontation babes, the sis is back, maybe some PDA, amazing friend! Jon Kent, fluffies????, language, violence, self-deprecating reader thoughts, batfam supporting reader, and aged up reader/Damian to 18 yrs

(P.S: Sooooo, yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this chaos cuz it may or may not get intense at some point but like.... you did ask for this, however y'all will like the ending I promise)

(P.P.S: Forgive me I'm really really bad at writing PDA)

Y/N: your name, S/n: Sister's name

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There is something hollow and empty in heartbreak. Some emptiness that consumes everything in a twirling barreling black hole that destroyed anything that entered its orbit. Transforming the raw and fierce emotions into a numb and darkness that overtook and elapsed time and almost even life itself. It was almost like a never-ending wave, water pounding in ears and honing the sound of a beating heart. Something about that feeling that was almost...addictive.

Though this feeling- this destruction was oh so painful. Part of you- part of you clung to it. Maybe it was because these horrible and draining emotions helped you focus on something other-other than the betrayal and other then... other than your inadequacies. After all, Damian wouldn't have chosen S/N right? if you have been better if you had been greater, if you had just been more, maybe- just maybe he wouldn't have left- he wouldn't have abandoned you.

These thoughts had you up at night despite the heartbreak roaring through your mind. It made adjusting to your new life in Metropolis so much harder. And even though you had developed a poker face of sorts, your new roommate Jon Kent always seemed to know when you were struggling.

It wasn't as though he could read your mind or that he had any feelings for you, but more as that he knew you so well. He was, in a sense, the sibling- the brother you had needed. A person to rely on and to confide in. It was surprising how willing Jon was to listen to your woes despite the fact that he was close friends with Damian. Despite the fact that he knew your sister, he knew her well, he still listened to everything that had happened and your point of view of it all.

It was even more surprising that he comforted you. Not in a soft way, but in the ruffling of hair and saying that your family, your sister and even Damian didn't deserve you. Before continuing with even if you really are annoying. You had laughed, tears spilling from your eyes before nodding.

Regardless of Jon's comments and the quiet messages of encouragement from Oracle saying she won't tell Damian where you were at and that you were in the right, your mind still scrambled and screamed.

It's all your fault

he left because you aren't good enough

you should have died that night

These swirls of terror overtook you at the worst of times. In the dead of night when you were all alone; in crowded rooms at parties Jon had convinced you to go to; even in your sleep. Yanking you from the one peace and bliss you had to the roaring of self-hatred and scorn. And today was no different.

Just as the soft hues of light brushed the horizon, your mind bellowed and twisted, pulling you from sweet dreams of the past you longed to return to.

Partially panting you sat up, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you intertwined a hand into your hair. Squeezing your eyes shut you focused on your racing heart instead of the thoughts that fought to be known.

Moments later there was a knock on your door. Sighing heavily, you slipped from bed and walked over to the door. Opening it with a weak wave you turned back towards your bed. In the doorway Jon stood a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, having clearly been awoken by your frantic episode.

"I guess, I mean nothing out of the ordinary is happening." You grumbled in reply, rubbing your brow.

There was silence between the two of you and Jon walked into your room flopping onto your bed with a slight grunt, "So all the fun times?"

"Of course, what else would you expect from me?"

Jon laughed slightly and you sank onto the ground leaning your head half against the bed, half against Jon's leg. Something stirred and shifted in you and closing your eyes you muttered a question,

"Do-do you hear it too?"

"Your voices? no, I think those are your special friends."

Shooting him a glare of sorts you swatted at his leg, and he chuckled before letting out a soft yawn. There was more silence before he sighed.

"Okay, okay you're serious... yeah. I do. I mean it's not like what you're going through but I hear the doubts and negative thoughts too."

Something about his words made you want to protest, to say it wasn't that bad, or really untrue. Something also struck a match in your chest, alighting warmth and comfort and something almost burst.

Swallowing back your tears you leaned back a bit to see his face before you continued.

"So... I'm not crazy or awful for having voices tell me all the bad things I've done?'

Jon snorted and you had to resist the urge to punch him. He sits up glancing down at you before sighing dramatically.

"No, that doesn't make you crazy. You are perfectly crazy all on your own."

With that a wave of relief came over you as you jumped to your feet. Jon rose and you pushed at him a smile of sorts on your face. He gasped dramatically before reaching out to push you back. You dodged his hands as laughter began to build in your chest.

"oh, it is so on." Jon muttered and a laugh escaped you.

Turning you skidded out of your room, avoiding Jon's attempts to push you as you hurried down the hall into the kitchen. Your feet slid across hardwood floors almost gliding when your foot caught on a chair leg, and you practically flew forwards, your face slamming straight onto the ground.

A bit of pain raced over you, but it was familiar enough for you to know that the most you would have is a bruise.

There was silence, then roaring laughter and you hazily pushed yourself up to see Jon cackling. His hand pressed to his stomach as he laughed at your fall.

"You are such a dick." You mumbled as you pushed yourself up.

Jon did not seem to care and continued to laugh. You rolled your eyes before pushing yourself to your feet. His laughter seemed to halt as you turned towards him. He paused, weakly smiling, "Is this the part where I run?"

Smiling slowly, you tilted your head and shrugged.

"It can be; however I am willing to negotiate."

He hesitated, eyes going wide as he looked around the room clearly noticing the hardwood floors and his feet in socks.

"Ah okay, uhm how does hot chocolate sound?"

You narrowed your eyes taking a step forwards, Jon's hands went out and he blinked a few times taking a step back.

"And a donut or pastry or whatever you like."

You took another step forwards and Jon flinched raising his hands to cover himself as he squeaked out,

"From Nonna's!"

You hesitated, recalling the Italian woman's small cafe and all the baked goods inside. Including her delightful assortment of drinks.

"I want extra whipped cream on my drink and a bag of stuff."

Jon paused, looking up at you slowly, his eyes narrowed, "Is that all?"

You thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

He held out a hand slightly shaking, and you grinned, "Deal."

After a somewhat civil handshake, you took a step back feeling something warm in your chest.

"I'll get my shoes and coat!"

Bounding back to your room you grabbed a pair of shoes and a coat before practically skipping back into the kitchen. Jon had his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, a strange look on his face. As you pulled your coat and shoes on you approached him.

"Ready?"

He hesitated, making eye contact with you and blanching. He cleared his throat, eyes darting towards the front door.

"I- i I uh... I don't think going now is a good idea-"

You rolled your eyes, "You promised, we are going no backing out, we shook on it!"

But something about his hesitance made your stomach churn, pins and needles beginning to bounce on your chest.

Jon opened his mouth to say something else and you walked over to the door, your hand resting on the handle when something escapes him.

"Wait!" He almost squeaks.

You hesitated for a moment before looking back to the door and slowly opening it. An empty hallway stood before you and you tilted to show Jon. Snorting a laugh at his surprise you scrunched up your nose giving him a teasing look, hoping to make him roll his eyes- or at the very least stop his nervous behavior.

"Does the big bad empty space scare you Little Johnny?" You asked in a voice you'd use on a child.

Jon seemed to relax, his shoulders dropping and air leaving him as he stared at the doorway; clearly not registering your taunt. A second passed before his head snapped in your direction and he narrowed his eyes.

"Seriously? Little Johnny?"

You shrugged, "What else am I supposed to call you? Your name???"

This made him laugh, which calmed the buzzing on your chest and churning in your stomach. Yet, something about the look in his eyes made the pins and needles dig deeper, moving to the back of your neck and shoulders.

Jon moved towards you and the door, seeming more relaxed than before but... something seemed off. However, you didn't know Jon well enough to know what exactly that meant.

He gestured out the doorway smiling slightly, "Shall we?"

Pausing you nodded, a slur of worries being pushed back in your mind as you smiled, "Of course!"

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Surprisingly, despite the early hour, Nonna's was in fact open. You were not in fact Nonna's first customers; however, you were able to get your order in. You had to wait but waiting for Nonna's goodies was worth it.

Though, Jon was acting a bit odd. Looking at his phone frequently as he shifted from one foot to the other, eyes darting to the door every once in a while. After nearly ten minutes of this behavior, you were suspicious. Elbowing his side, you tilted your head and opened your mouth to ask him what was going on when Nonna called out your name. You moved to get your order, smiling at Nonna from behind the counter.

"Here's what you asked for piccolina, I added some extra's since you and that patatino," She gestured to Jon who was staring at the door frozen, "over there are looking a little thin."

You nodded smiling, as you took your bag and hot chocolate from her, happy for the food but worried as the pins and needles stabbed into your neck and shoulders, dancing around your heart.

"Buongiorno Nonna."

"Torna Presto, Piccolina!"

Nonna beamed as she moved on to her next customer. Turning back towards Jon you moved towards him, brow furrowed as you stopped at his side.

"What the heck, are you okay Jon?"

He didn't reply, instead he stiffed as the bell to Nonna's rang. His eyes locked on who just entered as he took a breath in slowly. Confused, you looked to see what was making him so still.

Standing in the doorway, disheveled and sweating was none other than Damian Wayne. The two of you made eye contact and you felt the air and color leave you. Heart hammering, you froze for a singular moment, long enough to see the recognition and relief in his eyes.

Something warm blossomed in your chest, a wave of joy that wrapped around your throat. It squeezed at your heart as a bitter taste coated your tongue and you weakly took a breath in. He was here, he was here. It was almost instinctual to lean in and hug him. To start some sort of physical contact as if you make sure he was here-truly here. Then the tight pulsing of your veins and breathing of your lungs yanked you back into reality. He- he had betrayed you, he- he had abandoned you. Pulling back, you squeezed your hand into a fist, eyes raking over him before noticing the movement just beyond his shoulder. No, the person behind him. She looked a little frazzled, but still as perfect as ever. Looking back to Damian the sluggish feeling of betrayal up your spine.

A wave of emotions fierce and roaring climbed up your throat as you backed away from the door. For a moment you couldn't breathe, and the world was spinning as a realization crashed down around you.

He was here.

Why was he here? Why did he have to come just as you were starting to get numb to all those emotions? Why did he have to come after you just made it past an episode? Why did he come? Why? Why?!

Swallowing you pushed back your worries and fears, back the questions and pain. Gripping your hot chocolate tighter as you let out a slow breath, then you began walking towards the door. Hoping your nonchalant attitude would make them ignore you or so baffled you could slip past. As you made it to the doorway, you began to slide towards the street, outside of the store-the place with no escape, to the open and free air that allowed you the opportunity to turn and leave.

Unfortunately, your hopes were in vain. A hand clamped down on your arm, pulling you in. And you blinked, looking to find Damian Wayne practically towering next to you. Eyes frantically racing over your face and body, worry covering every feature as you felt his heavy breaths on your skin. Hell, his heaving chest nearly touched your arms as you felt his heat.

"Y/N."

Taking another breath you gave him a blank look, your eyes instantly drawn to your sister loitering behind him. A muddled mixture of emotions on her face.

"If," You began calmly, your eyes locking on his nose, so you don't have to look into his eyes, "you're here because you think I'm trying to steal Jon or poison him against you, you should know I'm not. And there's no reason to worry."

You saw his jaw twitch and his grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you in even closer. Faintly, you could feel Jon lingering behind you. Clearly watching and waiting for a moment that deemed too much for you or a spot to intervene.

"I am not here because of that."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from Damian's face. Eyes once again drawing to your sister, whose brow was furrowed, a scowl of sorts on her face.

"Then why are you here?" You softly asked nails digging into your palm as you looked towards the floor.

"I'm here for you."

Snapping up, you raised your head and made the unfortunate mistake of meeting Damian's gaze. There was some kind of pain you noticed in his eyes. Pain, worry and something you refused to believe was real.

Longing

Looking away you tried to focus to stay calm, but your heart refused to listen.

Liar one side of it hissed

For me? the other side sobbed

Pushing down your feuding heart, you tried to think, think of the real reason he could be here. It took just a moment for you to come to what you thought was a viable conclusion.

He was here to show you how awful you really were.

He was here to prove he was in the right, and you were wrong.

To show that you weren't good enough.

That your sister was and that's the whole reason he chose her was because you weren't good enough.

Because you weren't enough.

The air stopped in your chest, and it was then you noticed your sister's gaze locked on Damian's hand gripping your arm. Forcing a breath you swallowed, your free hand to touch the one holding you there.

Almost instantly, Damian let go of your arm, his brows creased as his gaze flicked, just for a moment to Jon. Quickly looking back at you, almost as if he was scared, you'd disappear or be gone since he took his eyes off of you, Damian let out a long breath. Then, he stepped back until he was on the sidewalk, out of the doorway but blocking any escape onto the street.

Part of you hated that he knew you well enough to know you'd try to escape. Knew you well enough to know cornering you in a public place would not only make you even more hostile but frustrated people knew your personal business. Damian knew you well enough to know that even though you wanted to run, you did not want to impede on others.

Grinding your teeth, you exited Nonna's. You didn't have much of a choice other than moving out of the doorway fully and standing so close to Damian you were practically pressed into his side.

His hand was brushing your cheek, and you found a frown searing itself into his face.

"There is a bruise forming... what happened? How did this occur? Did someone harm you? Who hurt you?"

It took everything in you not to shove him away screaming,

YOU

YOU HURT ME

YOU CONTINUE TO HURT ME, OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

when will you stop hurting me?

Instead, you gently moved his hand from your face and tightly smiled your eyes drifting to Jon, confused why he hadn't stepped in or tried to help you escape yet.

"I'm fine, I just fell earlier. It was an accident, don't-" You stopped.

Don't worry.

Why did you need to say that? Why did you need to reassure him you were okay?

Why why why?

"You fell?" Damian murmurs, eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced.

"Yes," You retorted, taking in a breath, "I was running around the apartment and my foot caught a chair leg. Ask Jon, he was there."

"I know."

Stepping closer to you, your sister cleared her throat, smiling tightly, fully capturing your attention, "Y/N how are you liking Metropolis?"

"It's fine," You began narrowing your eyes as you looked her over, "why-"

Before you could even finish your question, she interrupted gesturing to Jon with a smug look on her face.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Who, Jon? No, no. He's my friend, a good friend, but just a friend."

Part of you wanted to look at Damian as you said this, but you kept your composure enough to keep your gaze on S/N. However, she rolled her eyes at your comment almost as if she didn't believe you. And there was a look on her face that made something in you snap. Taking a step closer to her you scowled, crossing your arms.

"What the hell are you doing here anyways? I thought you were happily living in Gotham now," You hesitantly shot Damian a look before turning back to her, "I thought you both were."

Your sister weakly laughed, "Well, things have been... interesting. Adjusting to living in a new city is difficult, you should know that."

"I'm doing perfectly fine here; in fact, I was doing great until you- until the two of you showed up."

S/N blinked in surprise almost recoiling from your words. She opened her mouth, clearly prepared to spin a sob story to make you feel bad when Damian pulled you away from her.

"Be quiet, S/N."

"But Da-"

"I said quiet. It is atrocious enough that you followed me here. I do not need you aggregating things with Y/N by lying again."

"It's not lying exactly-"

There was a loud crash that rocketed you all straight into silence. You paused, looking around before taking a step forwards, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

At first you couldn't even see past the roof of the stores just beyond Nonna's. But as you slid into the empty street, you noticed a blur of colors. A familiar blur of colors.

Red and Blue.

"Oh shit," You whispered as an alarm of sorts began to blare.

You turned to shout to the others what was going on when a blast of sorts had you stumbling backwards. Looking up you saw a building tumbling towards you.

Blinking, everything seemed to go deathly still as a low whirling began in your ears. You turned, your eyes slowly blinking again as the building got closer to you and figures- blurred figures raced towards you as the whirling rose to a rumble then a voice, shout- no screaming your name. Before dust and rubble covered your eyes and something heavy struck your head sending you into pitch black darkness.

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Dust and what must have been ash floated in the air. Catching on your eyelashes and blurring your vision as you stirred. Blinking to find heavy rock and metal-rubble surrounding you. Wincing, you shifted in an attempt to get on your feet when you heard a groan.

Turning, you found just a few feet behind you a dusty and twitching person. Rubbing the dust away before you got closer you noticed a slab of concrete, a crimson splotch barely visible just on the area it made contact with the person's leg.

Moving closer, you noticed the familiar figure- the face and eyes. Moving closer you realized it was Damian. Going still you bit your lip as he grunted, clearly waking up.

Part of you wanted to just stare, to wait for him to notice you. But you also- the pain in your chest grew at the sight of him. Fallen and pinned, injured-bleeding; he was hurt. And-and in front of you. How could you just stand by and watch?

How was he even here? He was far away when the building fell and yet-here he was.

Moving closer you began to focus on his pinned leg, he blinked clearly trying to sit up.

"What are you doing here?" You muttered as you crouched near the slab.

"Pardon?"

"What are you doing over here! You should be by Nonna's safe from falling rubble and being trapped in a growing hellhole!" Peering around the slab, you noticed it wasn't too large. And there was definitely enough room for you to lift it up.

"You-"

"I what?" You snapped, shooting him a glare.

He hesitated, seeming to realize what you were doing as you took in a deep breath and slid your fingers under the concrete.

"I was attempting to reach you. To-to- remove you from danger."

You froze, air stopping in your lungs as sweat coated your hands. Gripping the slap harder you yanked upwards, heart racing. The slab rose just enough for his leg to slip free. Rolling, he cursed and scrambled away from the slab as the sweat weakened your grip and the slab fell back in place.

Silence overcame the two of you and you sighed deeply before remarking, "... you pushed me out of the way of falling rubble?"

"It is possible that situation occurred."

"Damian-"

"It is my belief that in consideration of our current... situation, we would be at a loss in continuing to bicker on what exactly occurred so that I would result in being confined here with you."

"Then what exactly should we be doing?"

"Perhaps we can discuss what truly occurred in reference to when your sister came to Gotham."

Your teeth sank onto the inner part of your cheek as you let out a hissing breath. Nails digging into the palm of your hands as you turned to him.

Frustrated, sad and-and angry.

Angry that this whole situation came about and that you were being pushed once again to listen. To understand. That what happened was always going to happen.

But part of you... part of you wanted to listen. To hear his explanation and get rid of the ever-growing pit of abyss in your chest. To listen and understand what he did. That it never really was between you and her. That you were enough and that, that.... he would choose you.

However, you knew it was too late for something like that to occur. He had chosen her. Just as everyone else did, just as everyone always will.

You were never and will never be anyone's first choice. Especially when your sister was an option. Especially when you were just simply you. Not something greater or grander like she was, like others will be.

So, you need to make a choice. Hear him out, listen to the same story you've heard hundreds of times before or sit in the unknowing. Questioning whether or not it actually was the same, whether or not you weren't enough. Questioning if he really did choose her over you.

And you weren't exactly good with questions, with curiosities and wonderings. But you were tired of hearing all the reasons your sister was better...

Maybe this time will make you realize the truth. Maybe this time, hearing the words of devotion to your sister from someone who you so deeply loved and trusted would make you realize it will always be her. Maybe it will make you realize you need to stop hoping and wishing and wanting it to be you. Because in the end it never will be.

Swallowing, you relaxed your hand and jaw. Sinking onto the dusty ground with a sigh you shrugged.

"Fine, fine. Why the hell not, tell me your little sob story. I'll listen. I won't cry or shout or say you're lying. Tell me the truth and it will all be over."

He began pulling himself across the ground closer to you. You locked your jaw, wincing before going still.

"It- There- A misunderstanding occurred. I wish to rectify this, because... for a lack of superior terminology, it is not what you think."

You raised an eyebrow as he slid even closer to you, sweat beading on his brow. Mixing with the dust and dirt that clung to his face, sliding down his face drawing your eye to his face- his jaw and- no.

no

"Really now?" You sneered.

"Y/N-" He began and you rolled your eyes.

"Damian stop with the antics, call me as you usually do."

"... I regularly address you in this manner."

"Wha- no- wait..." You paused blinking a few times as faint memories raced across your mind, with his voice always calling you by your first name, "when did you stop calling me by my last name?"

"Is that what you truly wish to know?"

You took a risk and met his gaze, seeing the unwavering determination in his eyes. Almost as if he'd tell you anything you wanted to know.

"Y- no. No, just continue, continue please."

He paused for just a moment before nodding weakly and continuing, "When your sister first arrived in Gotham, I was... concerned. You had previously stated that your accounts could be biased. Therefore, I desired to comprehend the truth in your... contemptuous relationship. Thus, I enacted a strategy to ascertain your sister's true intentions."

Strategy... a plan-he- he wait

"You-you... you wanted to know what my sister wanted with me?"

Eyes still locked onto each other you watched him sigh heavily, his jaw locking as he readjusted himself.

"In essence, I yearned to distinguish if your belief is correct or if your judgment was clouded due to... past grievances."

He...wa-he wanted to know the truth. Was there really anything wrong with that? After all he wouldn't have come all this way if he... if he truly chose your sister.

Speaking of your sister... what- what did he find that made him- made him decide to lie to you??

"... And what exactly did you discover?"

At this he broke eye contact and your stomach dropped. You were wrong, you were wrong she wasn't trying to hurt you. She wasn't being cruel. oh lord what had you done-

"You- you... your perspective on the matter is accurate. Extensively accurate. In fact, according to my comprehension, your sister not only dislikes you- but she wishes to have you... under her control."

wait, you were right? You were right? Then- then what exactly was she trying to do? Why was she so cruel? Why did he use those methods to discover this?

"So, you're telling me that you flirted with and went on a date with my sister because you wanted to know what her intentions with me were?"

"That is correct."

"And... she hates me."

Damian winced as he attempted to slide even closer to you. It was then you realized how you were leaning back, shoulders straight, arms crossed and nails in palm. Tense you were so tense.

"Hardly, rather she- well rather it appears to me she is... envious of you."

This startled you. What, what on earth could he mean by envious?

"Envious?”

"Ugh, perhaps the word jealous provides more clarity."

"She's-... she's jealous of me?" You were barely able to get the words out as your shoulders sank and Damian's hand brushed against your leg.

He shifted once again, pulling himself so he was seated at your side. He was panting and his brow was soaked in sweat.

"That is how I have come to understand it."

It- none of this made any sense.

"Why?"

"As far as I was able to discern, she envy's your strength against society and peer's ideals on who you are and how you should behave."

He reached out, gently grabbing your hand and holding it in his own as you stared at the rubble surrounding the two of you. There was more silence when he squeezed your hand. You turned to him and he half heartedly gestured to his leg before remarking,

"Is this not when you scold me for causing further injury to myself? Better yet, why have you not voiced any complaints or objections to my actions?"

"Because you did it to yourself, who am I to tell you what to do?" You snorted rolling your eyes as you took his hand in return, "besides would you have actually listened to me?"

"I do not believe I would."

"Exactly."

For a moment or two, it almost felt as though everything was going back to the way it was supposed to be. In fact, you were just about to lean into him when a thought crossed your mind.

why did he hide it? Why did he not include you? Why keep it from you?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He was quiet and you swallowed, waiting for the weak explanation of how he realized he didn't like you all that much. Instead, you got,

"I- wished to inform you of my discoveries... but only after I obtained a method to prevent her from ever... from allowing her envy to create contention between the two of you."

Contention... wait-wait was- was he trying to protect you?

"You- you were trying to figure out how to prevent her from being mean to me?"

"I was attempting to, but... you ran away."

A heat of sorts rose up in your chest and burned away the fleeting sensation of relief and regret.

"I did not run away," You snapped, pulling your hand from his as you glared, "I left."

"I apologize," He said, his face pale as he reached out for you once again, "It seemed, at the time, that you were running."

It wasn't a wrong assumption exactly but... how- how did he-

"How did you find me?" You whispered.

"I- I will give you this information under an immovable condition."

You raised your head brow furrowed with suspicion rising in your throat, "And what is that?"

"You- you cannot act and must think through all I will tell. You must listen because there is much I will say."

Someone- someone had given you up. Someone had betrayed you...again.

"Fine."

"My... family, those who knew, would not even acknowledge your absence. So do not worry, they still hold your confidence in high regard."

You relaxed slightly, swallowing as a weight on your shoulders lifted. Making eye contact you raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"I searched for any trace and found none. It is my belief that Gordon erased your tracks... regardless I- i had begun to lose hope when... when Kent reached out to me."

You froze, your chest tightening as your nail instinctively stabbed into your palm. Biting your lip, you looked away as a heavy darkness clouded your mind. Clutching onto your shoulders and sinking into your skin as a pain of sorts danced across your veins.

"He was... concerned about my wellbeing. And soon, yours. He informed me he knew of your location, but it wasn't until he said you were looking gaunt- that it was evident not only with your action but with your appearance. You- he said-" Damian paused, swallowing as it seemed almost as if he was in pain as he continued, "you were suffering. And that though he did not wish to betray you, your welfare was far more important."

This was, this was odd. You had never experienced someone- someone doing something for your own good even though you were against it.

"Jon- Jon told you where I was because he was worried?"

"Yes, he- he ordered me to come to your side," Damian chuckled, "To explain and clarify what occurred. That he could not bear to see you in such a state for any longer."

"Ah... and you didn't originally tell me because-because you were trying to protect me?"

Damian blinked a few times, turning to you, confusion clinging to his features as you noted his flushed cheeks, more than likely due to his strenuous efforts to reach your side, "Pardon?"

"You approached my sister, trying to figure out what she wanted because you didn't want me to get hurt. You even wanted to come up with a plan to stop her from hurting me. So, you wanted to protect me."

He tilted his head and shrugged, eyes raking over your face as if he was taking it in for the first time.

"With it phrased in that manner, yes. It appears that way."

"why."

"What?'

"Why did you-" You hesitated faintly recalling Damian calling you friend and you stopped.

You knew why he did it. At least most of it. A better question to ask- a question ringing in your mind over and over again was,

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"I- I am afraid I do not understand."

"Why didn't you tell me you were planning on figuring out what my sister wanted? Why did you lie to me? Why did you hide this from me?"

"I feared it would harm you."

"How?"

"You- you tend to be... excessively sensitive with matters involving your sister. I did not want you to... worry whether or not your intentions or beliefs about what happened with your sister were incorrect."

You paused, something sparking in your chest. A light of hope or joy. Something warm and happy that began to spread, the fact he knew you well enough to know you'd think that way-

But it didn't entirely make sense.

Damian would usually be there with you shaking his arms crossed as he sighed at your thoughts. Saying something along the lines of "you need not think that way. While I loathe to admit it, I made mistakes as well. And as Father has said, to make mistakes is human.... though I doubt he himself follows this proverb."

Looking him over you raised your head, eyes once again narrowed. Suspicion-a light more curious suspicion- rose up on your skin. Itching and crawling as confusion clouded your mind.

"What doesn't make sense."

He blinked, looking to you his brow furrowed pain etched into his face as he let out a ragged breath.

"I would appreciate some elaboration."

"That reason doesn't make sense."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You-... just as well as you know me Damian, I know you. And I know that me being worried I was wrong about my sister is not a good enough reason you'd keep that plan from me."

He faltered, wincing as he avoided your eyes, "It- at the time it appeared to me that you were... compromised emotionally due to your sister's unexpected arrival. I did not want to-to pressure you more with this... scheme of mine."

You snorted, crossing your arms as you gave him an irritated and amused look.

"Damian, even after my grandma died, who I was really close with. After I got back from her funeral, you still felt the need to tell me I was lacking when on patrol."

He shifted, eyes drifting away from you, his jaw locked.

"I do not understand how that circumstance and the present conversation connect."

"You are lying to me right now. I don't know why, and I honestly don't really care. I just want the truth."

He breathed out a heavy sigh before meeting your gaze, "I have grown a great deal since then. I now better understand what is appropriate and what is not."

"Damian."

Something stirred in you, it ached that he was still lying and-and you couldn't understand why. You didn't care about why truthfully. As long as you knew the truth, he could keep all the secrets about why he had lied that he wanted.

"I am telling you the truth." He seethed.

"I don't believe you; it doesn't make sense."

"Y/N-"

"Why would you do that?" You threw your hands up, shaking your head in confusion, that ache turning into a burning flame" Why would you care all of the sudden-"

"BECAUSE I HAVE AMOROUS FEELINGS FOR YOU!"

The flame went out and all of the anger and frustration disappeared in the blink of an eye. You tilted your head, confusion overtaking everything, "...what?"

"I have amorous feelings... for you."

Confusion grew and grew buzzing in your chest and throat. None of this made sense what- amorous, what in the hell did that mean?

"I- I don't understand, Damian what are you saying-"

He pressed on, "Just as you told me when saying goodbye, it hurts to see you in such a state-it burns me alive to harm you in any way because- because."

Your throat went dry the confusion beginning to fade, "Damian-"

"Because I am in love with you."

The world went still and you couldn't breathe. His words ringing over and over again in your mind.

Because I am in love with you

I am in love with you

love

A faint shifting sound caused you to let out a breath, air flushing in and out of your lungs.

"You-you... what?"

"I, myself, do not fully comprehend the scope of these... emotions. However, I am not going to deny them any longer."

His voice dropped, and he reached out, taking your hands in his, pulling you in closer.

"I am in love with you, when I heard you say that you felt the same and-and that I had hurt you. It nearly destroyed me. Especially since I could not fix my mistake. Especially because I could not comfort you. I could not even see your face. But your voice- I heard all the pain and sorrow I had caused." He released your hands and cupped your face pressing his forehead against yours, "Knowing I had done that in an attempt to keep you safe- that it was all my fault... I have not slept since you left. I have not ate- I have not lived since you left me."

You swallowed heat racing across your cheeks as you met his gaze. That longing you saw earlier burning so much brighter. The regret and sorrow swirling in between his eyes as you felt the tremble in his grip.

"I regret every action of mine that led me here- that hurt you. And I ask you to forgive me for my lunacy-for my arrogance and stupidity."

Head spinning you breathed slowly, confused and-and happy. He- he hadn't betrayed you.

"Seeing you once again-I... " He paused, shifting his grip, "I could not breathe for a moment. You- you were so stunning standing before me.... I understand if you-you feel different, but I beg of you. Please let me stay by your side. I care not if it is in Gotham or here. I- I am certain that without you- without your mere presence I will not survive."

In fact, he was always on your side. Always. He never chose he- it was- it was always you.

He chose you

You

You squeezed your eyes shut, heart hammering in your chest as your eyes burned and something warm slipped down your cheek.

"Oh-ah I- I apologize. I did- I did not intend-"

Something bubbled in your stomach almost making you laugh at his worry and frantic words that happened merely because of a few tears.

"Damian I'm okay," You whispered, opening your eyes seeing the panic on his face as you sniffed, "Happy- these are happy tears."

"oh- I... so you are not angry with me?"

"No- no I'm happy," You replied wiping away your tears, "happy I was wrong, happy you feel the same and-and..."

Damian went still and you pressed your head fully against his closing your eyes.

"I love you Damian, I still do. And- I-i... I accept your apology. It will take time for me to-to be comfortable once again but... I am willing to try-try at something more."

Opening your eyes, you felt your face flush even darker as you could see the pure and utter joy on his face. He leaned in and you did as well, eyes beginning to flutter when there was a crash of sorts.

Your eyes flew open, and you found just a few feet away from where you and Damian sat was now a hole. A gaping hole that led outside-into the clear open air and warmth. Just outside of the hole a figure floated faint streams of light catching to reveal colors to you.

Red and Blue.

Weakly laughing you raised a hand, "uh, ha, Hey Supes."

There was silence for a moment and Superman floated into the small alcove of rubble and dust. He looked at the two of you and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you both alright?"

You nodded slowly before hesitating, "Uh no- no."

You turned to Damian who was very pale and clinging to you. Swallowing you gestured to his leg turning back to Superman.

"His leg- it got caught under some stuff when we got stuck here. I think it might be broken or something."

There was a moment of silence before Superman flew closer to the two of you and in a second, he had pulled the two of you into his arms.

It was a matter of moments before you were outside, the sun bright as he set the two of you down. Pointing towards the paramedics nearby.

"You can get help there."

"Thank you!" You said with a smile as you grabbed onto Damian's arm.

Superman nodded with a smile before taking off, probably to help others. Damian half shuffled towards you wincing slightly and you began to reach for him when he said under his breath,

"And here I was desiring the opportunity to rescue you."

A heat rushed over you, and it almost seemed as if your body moved on its own. Your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt as you pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his.

There were a few moments, with your lips pressed against his, where nothing happened. Then, in an instant, with a wince of pain and body shaking, he grabbed onto your arm and kissed you back.

Heart, hammering you pulled away, almost panting as a slight feeling of regret coating your throat. Looking at his face you found a dazed look and released his shirt. Almost instantly he began tumbling towards the ground. Arms shooting out you captured him, pulling him close.

He winced muttering curses as he used your shoulder to pull himself up. Looking around you found people staring phones up and lights flashing.

"Oh shit," you whispered.

Damian shifted and you realized he wanted to move. Slowly walking half carrying him you began your trek towards the paramedics. Leaning against you he began muttering things,

"They will be relentless in their mockings for months."

Rolling your eyes, you steadied him, his head resting on your shoulder as you moved closer to the paramedics.

"Is it, all of this, the teasing and pain... is it all worth it?"

Shifting so he could look at your you he smiled, eyes locked on your face a soft and warm gaze- so heartfelt and yearning as he replied,

"If I am with you? Always."

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[soshiharin]

forever and then some

summary: in which harin and dongwook get married

set: 18 november 2023

word count: 7.3k

warnings: swearing, mention of food

an: literally who allowed this to get so long??? this exhausted me, so enjoy! words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin woke up to the sounds of Dongwook’s muttered speech. She pushed the blankets off her shoulders, seeing him sitting on one of the chairs in front of the mounted TV and fireplace.

“Lee Dongwook,” she called out, drawing his attention as she pushed herself up against the headboard, “don’t tell me you’re just now writing your vows,” she teased, hoping to ease the tension in her husband-to-be’s shoulders. Something she was successful in, watching as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Yah, I’m not writing my vows,” he told her, waving the piece of paper in his hand. Harin cocked her eyebrow at him in response. “I’m going over it, making sure it’s perfect.”

“Baby, whatever you say, I will want to listen.” Getting out of bed, she padded over to her fiancé, sitting in his lap. “We’re getting married today,” she voiced, framing his face with her hands. “That in and of itself is exciting. You don’t have to write some complicated vow, I already told you this.”

“I want to, though,” he said. “I only get one chance to marry you, I want my vows to be…”

“Perfect?” She guessed, chuckling. “What do you have so far?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not showing you my vows. You’ll just have to wait until later, Mrs Jang.”

“Miss Jang,” she corrected, removing her hands from his face. “You don’t get to call me Mrs until later.”

“And before I can call you Mrs, I need to make sure my vows are amazing.”

Rolling her eyes endearingly, she chuckled. “Baby. We are getting married today. If you stress yourself out about these vows, you’re not going to enjoy the wedding. Besides we’re only getting at, like, two pm. You have time to fix it,” she pointed out.

Dongwook looked at her. “How are you so calm right now?”

She shrugged. “I’m oddly calm when I need to be anxious and oddly anxious when I need to be calm.”

“I also want to be calm right now,” he complained. “I’m panicking so much. It’s worse than when I did my first acting job.”

“Aigo, Dongwook.” She pouted at her fiancé. “Eotteohge? Are you even going to make it down the aisle?”

He chuckled. “You’re not really helping.”

“How should I help?” She asked, settling against his chest.

He smiled as he thought of something. “You can sing for me,” he said, smiling bigger when Harin groaned. “What? You don’t want to?”

“You know my voice sucks in the morning. I just woke up.”

“I like your voice. All the time. And it would really help me calm down,” he bargained.

She sighed. “What song?”

“You’re really going to sing? You never agree to it.”

“Say the song before I change my mind.”

Dongwook chuckled. “Okay, okay. Um…” He looked around the room as he thought. “Ah! That one.” He started humming A Sunday Kind of Love. “The one you always sing.”

Harin smiled softly before she started singing for Dongwook. He brushed her hair out of her face as he listened, admiring her voice.

“And you say your voice sounds bad in the morning,” he said with a scoff when she finished singing a verse of the song.

She playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She stood up, stretching her body out. “I have to go wash,” she said, “and you need to make breakfast for the dogs.”

Dongwook sighed, also standing up. “Right.” He gathered all of his papers and went to put them on his bedside table. He walked to where Harin was standing in front of the TV. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she replied. She leaned forward to kiss him, but was deterred by him taking a step back. “What is going on?”

“Our mothers have asked that we don’t kiss until the ceremony,” he told her, making sure to maintain distance between them.

Harin gaped at her fiance. “Why?”

“They read an article–”

“Fucking hell.”

“–and couples said that when they didn’t kiss until their ceremony, it felt more special.”

She sighed. “Okay,” she said, turning around to go to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

Harin looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m going to wash.”

Dongwook’s mouth floundered open and shut a few times. “Just like that? You’re not going to fight me on it?”

“No.” She walked around the bed, going behind the wall facing the bed. The wall facing the bed allowed the bathroom to be hidden with single access from the right, serving as support for the long, stone trough sink and the mirror, located at the back.

“The one time she chooses to listen to her mom,” he mumbled as he left the room to give their dogs breakfast.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” Harin asked, taking a bite of the breakfast Dongwook made for the two of them.

They had both washed and were downstairs eating in their informal dining area in their kitchen, their dogs resting on the bumped-out window seat to the right of them.

Dongwook hummed as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’m going to take the dogs to a care centre, get my hair trimmed, go with our dads to pick up the rings and finish working on my vows,” he said, Harin nodding as she listened. “Then I’m going to the venue and getting my hair styled there after I put on my suit. What are you doing?”

“Going to a spa with our mothers, doing my nails, going on a forced walk, going to the venue, changing into my dress, getting my hair and makeup done and then waiting for everyone to arrive,” she listed off, finishing with a sigh.

“We’re both busy,” he commented.

Within ten minutes of them finishing their food and moving to the family room off the side of the kitchen to wait for their parents, they heard a knock on the door. Their dogs — Cucumber and Poppins — rushed to the door alongside the couple.

“Hi,” Harin greeted when Dongwook had opened the double door, watching as Poppins attempted to jump on her mom. She bent down to pick up the dog, stepping to the side to let everyone in.

“Your house is so beautiful!” Dongwook’s mom, Doosoon, complimented as her son closed the door. They were the first guests Harin and Dongwook had after moving into their house.

The couple led their parents out of their parents, past the first floor landing and into the formal living room. Harin went to pour everyone a glass of water, giving Poppins to her mom before she left, as Dongwook made small talk with everyone. When she returned, she put the tray with the glasses on the coffee table, sitting down next to her fiancé.

“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?” Harin’s dad, Siwoo, asked.

“I’m more excited than nervous,” Harin answered, “but oppa’s nervous.”

Dongwook, who had just picked up Cucumber to place her on his lap, looked up at Harin. “I’m not nervous.”

“Yah, it’s okay if you’re nervous,” his dad, comforted, waving his hand dismissively. “I was also nervous on my wedding day — we both were. Just have fun.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Your house is so beautiful!” Doosoon complimented again, looking at the building they were sitting in. “Who built it?”

“I’m not sure who exactly built it,” Harin began to answer, “but it was designed by a Spanish architect, that’s why it has a Mediterranean feel to it. He designed three houses like this in Korea — we happened to get the one in Seoul — and he apparently spent a long time looking for plots of land to build the houses because he wanted to have space for the backyard.”

“Is the backyard big?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Wow,” she softly exclaimed.

“Eomeoni, do you want a tour of the house?” Dongwook asked.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to offer,” she joked, causing everyone to chuckle.

The couple proceeded to give their parents a tour of the house. When they got to the backyard, they all exclaimed at just how big it was, Dooson in particular — “I never knew there was a place in Seoul with this much space,” she had said. The exclamations continued when they went upstairs to see all four of the bedrooms. After talking about the future, possible children to fill out all of the rooms — and causing Dongwook and Harin to get shy — they all returned to the family room.

“Should we get off now?” Siwoo asked.

Dongwook’s dad nodded. “Yes, we should.”

The group of people broke into two groups — women and men — so that they could each embark on their different errands. The men took the dogs with them to leave a care centre for the day. The wedding venue, unfortunately, had a strict ‘no pets’ policy.

“It’s very warm today,” Eunkyung, Harin’s mom, commented as she got into the passenger seat of Harin’s car.

Doosoon nodded, entering the backseat. “They chose a good day to get married.” She watched as their children locked the door to the front door. Dongwook stood to the right of Harin, using his hand to block the sun for her. They laughed about something before Dongwook kissed Harin’s cheek, the two of them going to their respective cars.

“Okay, we can go now,” Dongwook said as he started his car.

The couple embarked on their separate errands to prepare for their big day. By half-past eleven, they were both at the wedding venue, changing into their outfits and getting their hair and makeup done. Harin finished first and walked from the dressing room to the bridal waiting room.

When she walked in, Eunkyung gasped in awe as she looked at her daughter. Her hair and makeup had been finished and she was wearing her dress. “Is this why they call you the Nation’s Goddess?”

Harin shook her head endearingly. “I’m going to assume you like it?”

“So much.” Her mother stepped towards her, cupping her cheeks. “You look stunning, darling.”

“Thank you.”

Doosoon entered the room after being in the main hall to check on the decorations. “Almost everything is set up and re– Omo!” She exclaimed, noticing Harin in her dress as Eunkyung stepped back from her daughter. “You’re so pretty!”

Harin smiled in response. “Thank you.”

“Dongwook is a lucky man,” she complimented. “Tell me if he ever does anything to annoy you, okay?”

“Okay, I will.” She promised. Brushing her hands down her dress, she sighed in awe. “I love this dress.”

“You made a really good choice,” Eunkyung said.

Meanwhile, in Dongwook’s dressing room, he had finished putting on his suit.

“Adeul, are you ready?” His dad asked.

Dongwook opened the door, exiting the changing booth in his room. “I’m done.”

Siwoo groaned in approval, “That’s a very nice suit!”

“Thank you, jangeuneoreun,” he said, using the formal honorific for father-in-law.

“Ay, that’s too formal–” Siwoo waved his hand dismissively– “just call me jangin,” he suggested.

Dongwook nodded. “Okay.” He toyed with the lapels on his suit. “I’m so nervous,” he breathed out.

His dad stepped forward, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s good to be nervous.

“I’m a wreck. And I have to go over my vows.”

“No, you don’t,” Siwoo disagreed. “What you showed us earlier is more than fine.”

“But you know Harin,” he argued softly, reaching for his vows that were on one of the coffee tables. “She’s going to write something so exceptional. I should at least make mine half as good.”

“She’s a songwriter, you’re not,” his dad deadpanned, Dongwook flashing him an unimpressed look.

Siwoo nodded in agreement. “Harin’s been writing poetically for most of her life. She’s practised and honed her craft. It’s obvious that this will come naturally to her. Don’t stress about it too much,” he told Dongwook.

Dongwook nodded, looking down at the vows in his hand. “Okay… Okay. I’m good. I–I’m good.” He placed the vows back on the table.

“Your shoulders look awfully tense, though,” Harin commented, standing in the doorway. She watched as the three men turned to face her, shocked to hear her voice.

Siwoo gasped softly. “You look beautiful, Harper.”

“Thanks, dad.” She walked to her father, giving him a hug. “Do you like the dress?”

“It’s totally your style. It’s stunning.”

She smiled at him before turning to her fiancé. “You look great,” she complimented him.

Dongwook, who was staring at Harin, struggled to respond, coughing up a response when his dad hit his back, “T– Uh, thank you.”

She winked at him, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “I was thinking of going with oppa to look at the hall, if that’s okay? I heard the setup was almost done.”

Dongwook’s dad nodded. “You guys can go ahead.

Harin turned to walk out of the room, not checking to see if Dongwook was following her. As she walked out of the room and into the hallway, she could hear his footsteps behind her, a smirk appearing on her face. They walked in silence to the hall, both gasping at the decor. Everything had been set up and all of the staff had already left the room.

“I told you not to doubt the potential of me and Pinterest,” she bragged softly. Most of the wedding decor had been decided by Harin — with input from Dongwook, of course — and she had created a Pinterest board to organise all of their ideas.

Dongwook walked onto the aisle, holding out a hand to Harin, who looked at him confusedly. He led her to the middle of the aisle, wrapping his arms around her. He started swaying, singing Love you thousand times softly in her ear. Harin smiled, placing her head in the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

They stayed like that, swaying softly, as Dongwook kept singing. When he had finished singing the chorus for the eighth time, he pulled back to look at Harin.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she replied. He leaned in to kiss her, but was stopped by Harin holding his face in her hand. “Not until the ceremony,” she reminded him, her right eyebrow quirking up.

He groaned behind her hand. “We need to limit their internet access,” he muttered in mock anger.

Harin laughed, stepping out of his hold and releasing his face. “You can’t stop them. Even if you take their phones, they’ll find a way.”

“That’s true… There’s nothing we can do. There’s nothing we can do about it, and we just have to accept it.”

Harin nodded before quickly pecking his cheek and turning around, walking away. “I’m going to my waiting room. I’ll see you later.”

Dongwook jogged to catch up with her, holding her elbow. “I didn’t tell you this yet, but you look gorgeous.”

“I could tell that’s what you thought.”

The first guests — Seungheon and Yeonseok — arrived at 13:24. They were greeted by Dongwook and both sets of parents at the entrance to the floor. Their wedding was taking place on the top floor — the one that offered the most privacy.

“Ah, Dongwook-ah!” Yeonseok exclaimed upon seeing his labelmate.

“I thought this was all a prank,” Seungheon said. “I thought it was a lie.”

“As we arrived, hyung turned to me and asked, ‘Dongwook wouldn’t go to such lengths just to trick us, right?’” Yeonseok added, making everyone laugh.

“I wouldn’t go through all of this trouble just to prank you,” Dongwook assured them, waving them off.

“You mean it?” Seungheon asked, pretending to still be sceptical. “I can’t hear any voices from inside. Why are we the only ones here?”

“Because you arrived first!” He softly exclaimed, laughing.

”So this isn’t fake?”

“It’s not, it’s not. Harinnie will tell you.”

“If Harin’s here, then it’s not fake,” Yeonseok said. “She wouldn’t spend this much money on a prank.”

“That’s true,” Seungheon agreed. “Okay, I believe you.”

The two men walked off, following the hallway, until they reached Harin’s bridal room. They found the actress sitting on the couch, doing something on her phone.

“If you could just confirm for us,” Seungheon began as he and Yeonseok walked in — startling Harin, who looked up from her phone, “that this isn’t a prank, we’d appreciate it.”

Harin stood up to greet them. “Why would I spend this much money on a prank?”

Yeonseok snapped his fingers. “That’s what I said!”

The three continued to talk for a short while before having the photographer take their photo. The two actors walked into the wedding hall shortly after, and Harin went back to being busy on her phone.

A few minutes had passed before Harin heard footsteps coming in her direction.

“Harin!” Taeyeon squealed. She entered the waiting room, holding flowers in her hands. Behind her were Sunny and Seohyun.

“My sweeties!” She responded, putting her phone down and standing up.

Seohyun rushed to Harin’s side, giving her a tight hug. “Unnie, you look so pretty!” She complimented.

“Really? That’s a relief, I spent a lot of money on my look,” she joked.

Taeyeon gave her member the flowers she brought. “Our Visual Goddess always looks good,” she said.

“Are we at the age to be getting married already?” Sunny wondered aloud after hugging Harin. “Didn’t we debut yesterday?”

“Unnie, time flies when you have fun,” Seohyun pointed out.

Taeyeon nodded. “That’s right.”

“Where are the other unnies?” Seohyun asked, taking her phone out of her bag.

At that moment, Sooyoung peeked her head around the curtain of the waiting room. “I’m here,” she announced, holding a gift bag in her hand.

Tiffany pushed past her member. “Get out of the way, oh my god.” She squealed when she saw Harin. “Yoona, hurry up!” She called over her shoulder.

Yoona appeared a few seconds later. “You guys left me in the car,” she complained. “I hadn’t even stopped the car before you left.”

“We were in a rush,” Sooyoung told her. “It’s not everyday one of us gets married.”

“It’s the first time one of us got married,” Seohyun pointed out.

“That makes it even more special,” Tiffany added. She squealed once more, taking hold of Harin’s hands. “I love your dress!”

“And the gloves.” Taeyeon pointed at the lace garment.

“Yeoksi, our fashionista is gorgeous.”

“You know you wouldn’t have met him without me?” Sunny asked her member as she sat down on the couch.

“I know, I know,” Harin said to humour her member. To say Sunny was the only reason she met Dongwook was an exaggeration, but she knew her member was only teasing.

“I’m like Cupid,” she bragged.

“Find me someone,” Taeyeon jokingly whined. “I also want someone, cupid-nim.”

“Who wants what?” Yuri asked, walking in with Hyoyeon. She gasped when she saw her member in her wedding dress. “Gorgeous, gorgeous!” She complimented, snapping her fingers.

“Are you a goddess?” Hyoyeon asked Harin. “Why do you look so good?”

As the members talked amongst themselves, they didn’t notice the photographer taking candid pictures of them.

“Who do you think is going to cry first?” Yoona asked.

Sunny thought for a second. “Hyoyeon, Yuri, Yoona or Seohyun,” she answered.

Yoona looked at her older member in shock. “Why me?”

“Yah, you’re basically Harin’s child,” Sooyoung said.

“Your mom’s getting married,” Tiffany added, causing Yoona to roll her eyes.

Harin laughed. “If you guys don’t cry now or when I walk down the aisle, you’re most definitely going to cry when you sing,” she told them.

“I can’t argue with that,” Hyoyeon agreed. “We’re going to be like, ‘Geudaewa bareul matchumyeo geotgo,’” she sang the chorus, pretending to sniffle and cry.

“That’s right.”

“Are you ready to take your picture?” The photographer asked.

“Ah, yes,” Taeyeon answered.

The members sorted their poses for the photo out: Harin in the middle on the couch, Sunny, and Tiffany on her right and Taeyeon, and Hyoyeon on her left. Sooyoung, Yoona, Yuri and Seohyun were standing behind the couch. They all smiled for the pictures.

“And before we forget, we got you a gift,” Sooyoung told Harin. She passed Harin the gift bag she was holding as Harin sighed.

“If I open it, I’m really going to cry,” she complained, staring at the bag.

“It’s a good thing you’re a pretty crier,” Hyoyeon commented, making everyone laugh.

Harin opened the bag, seeing a book inside. She took the book outside of the bag as Taeyeon took the bag from her. The cover of the book read To Our Harin. When Harin opened the book, she was met with a picture of her and Taeyeon from their debut days. The next page had a more recent photo, and the page next to that one had a letter that Taeyeon had written to her. Harin skimmed over the book — not wanting to read it all now — and saw that that was the case for each of her members. The last three pages had an old group photo of them, a recent photo of them and a letter all of the members had written together.

“You guys…” Harin trailed off, closing the book as she teared up. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Tiffany said, also tearing up.

A bunch of the members started sniffling as they got emotional. Seohyun pulled out tissues for each of them from her purse so they could dab the corners of their eyes.

“Unnie, you can’t cry now,” Yoona warned, “your makeup is too pretty.

“Then you shouldn’t have given me this present!” Harin complained, trying to fight her tears. “It’s your fault!”

The members pulled themselves together and finished taking their photos before entering the hall. After that, there was an influx of all the other guests. Dongwook and Harin had both agreed on not having a big wedding, wanting to keep it small and intimate, so they agreed on inviting twenty people each — twenty of their closest friends and family. Dongwook greeted the guests when they arrived and Harin greeted them before they entered the hall.

By the time there was five minutes until the wedding was scheduled to start, all of the guests had arrived and were seated. Soft piano music played as everyone talked amongst themselves. When the time for the wedding to start arrived, the music quieted down and Jaesuk went to the podium.

“Hello, everyone. I’m today’s MC, Yoo Jaesuk,” he greeted from a pulpit to the side of the altar. “We’re about to start the ceremony. On behalf of the couple and their parents, I would like to thank each and every one of you for being here today.” He moved from the podium, bowed to the guests, then moved back. “Now, the mothers of the couple will light the candles,” he announced.

Both Dongwook and Harin’s mothers entered the hall, walking down the aisle until they reached the altar. They then separated, Dongwook’s mom going left and Harin’s going right until they reached their candle lighting stations. They both picked up the lighters that were provided and lit up the candles before walking to the front of the aisle, bowing and separating to their respective sides of the hall.

“I request everyone to turn their attention to the parade of the wedding entourage. Let’s please welcome the luckiest man!”

Everyone’s heads turned as Dongwook stood at the foot of the aisle. He walked down the aisle as My only love started playing through the speakers, waving at everyone as he walked. Once he reached the altar, he bowed to Jaesuk before turning around and bowing to the guests. He then moved to stand where he was motioned to by a staff member, fidgeting with his suit as he waited for Harin.

“We just welcomed the tall and good looking groom here. Now, let’s welcome the most beautiful bride,” Jaesuk announced.

Everyone turned once more as Harin and her dad stood at the foot of the aisle. They walked down the aisle as You make me happy started playing through the speakers, Siwoo glancing at his daughter every so often. Once they reached Dongwook, who had finally stopped fidgeting, Siwoo let go of Harin’s hand and hugged his almost son-in-law. Breaking apart, he moved to sit next to his wife.

“You look pretty,” Dongwook whispered, taking Harin’s hand.

“You’ve already seen me today,” Harin whispered back as he led her to the top of the altar.

“And you continue to look pretty,” he said, gently letting go of her hand once they were in position.

“Welcome family and friends,” Jaesuk. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin. This is not the beginning of a new relationship but an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives together. Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has become. Today, they will affirm this bond formally and publicly.”

“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will mark their transition as a couple not only by celebrating the love between themselves, but by also celebrating the love between all of us — including the love of their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would be far less joyous. The bride and groom have each prepared vows that they will read now.”

Harin cleared her throat, accepting the microphone and velvet vow book that was handed to her. “The first time I said ‘I love you’, your eyes sparkled as your face broke into one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. It was in that moment that I finally understood what my dad meant when he said that true magic lives in those three words.”

Dongwook exhaled, feeling his eyes grow wet as Harin continued speaking. “My love, what I have found with you is the great love I always hoped existed. I have adored every single version of you that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and I promise I will continue to love every single future version of you that you choose to become.”

At that point, Harin was no longer reading from the book, but instead reciting as she stared at Dongwook. “I will love you my whole life. You and no other. I will give you strength when you are weak, and give you comfort when you are sad. I will be with you until the end of time. Let’s live a happy life together, and grow old together,” she finished, handing the microphone and vow book to Dongwook.

“I should’ve gone first,” Dongwook complained, causing everyone to laugh. “If I could give you some things, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then will you realise just how special you are to me. I would give you my heart so that you know how much I love you, from every heartbeat there will be a melody calling your name. I would give you my ears so that you could hear your voice every morning. Even though you say that you sound the worst after just waking up, it’s when your voice is at its most gentle and soft.”

He took a deep breath. “You’re not a one-in-a-million woman, you’re a once-in-my-lifetime type of woman,” he said, causing everyone to gasp at his smooth words. “That was good, right?” He asked, everyone laughing at how cocky he sounded. “I will cherish and adore you for years and years, until you are a constant in my memory. You give being in love a whole new meaning, my heart is in your hands. I love you,” he finished, quoting lyrics from Right here forever.

The guests clapped as Dongwook handed off the vow book and the microphone.

Jaesuk exclaimed into the microphone. “Such sweet words from the couple. I didn’t know Dongwook could be that poetic, but he surprised me,” he joked. “And now, “Lee Dongwook, do you take Jang Harin as your wife? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”

“I do,” Dongwook said, not breaking his eye contact with Harin.

“And do you, Jang Harin, take Lee Dongwook as your husband? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”

“I do,” Harin answered.

“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Your wedding ring is a circle — a symbol of love never ending,” the officiant said as Dongwook’s father brought them their rings. “Lee Dongwook, please place the ring on Jang Harin’s left hand and repeat after me.” He said the vow, pausing every so often to let Dongwook repeat after him, repeating the process with Harin.

“To make your relationship work,” Jaesuk began, “will take love. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger with time. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another — and to learn and grow together.”

He exhaled, looking at the couple, who only had eyes for each other. “And now by the power vested in me, it’s my honour and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. Please bow to each other.”

The couple smiled at each other before bowing. Once they had stood upright, Harin waggled her eyebrow at Dongwook.

“Now, we will have two congratulatory songs,” Jaesuk announced. “I know many people are expecting it to be Nam Changhee-ssi,” he joked, making everyone laugh, “but it is actually K.Will-ssi.”

Hyungsoo walked up onto the side of the podium from Dongwook’s side of the hall, accepting a microphone that was handed to him. “Honestly, I forgot that Dongwook and Harin were dating,” he admitted, everyone laughing at his confession, “so when I received my invitation, I was a bit confused. I immediately called Sangbum–” he pointed into the crowd at the actor– “and asked him what was going on, and he reminded me that they were in a relationship. Yeah, that’s my story. Um, I was asked by Dongwook to sing a song, so I decided to sing Love Blossom. It’s a very good song that I think fits this couple.”

He cleared his throat, waiting for the instrumental for Love Blossom to play. He started singing the song as Dongwook put his arm around Harin — who had begun to feel emotional —, the couple swaying along to the music. As Hyungsoo sang, he would occasionally point at the couple or signal to the crowd to cheer. When the song finished, he bowed to the couple.

“Have a prosperous marriage,” he said.

“Thank you,” Dongwook said as he and Harin walked to hug Hyungsoo. They returned back to their position as Jaesuk started speaking again.

“Now, there will be another congratulatory song,” he announced. “Contrary to popular belief, it is not IU who will be singing, but instead Girls’ Generation.”

Harin’s members walked onto the podium from her side of the hall, accepting the microphones that were handed to them.

“Just as I predicted, Harinnie is the first member to get married,” Yuri joked. Harin wetly chuckled along with everyone in the hall. “Now, we’re going to sing a song. Um, it may sound weird without our harmony leader–” she gestured at Harin– “but we’ll try to sound good. Um, we all wish you happiness.”

She toyed with her hair, trying to stop herself from crying. “Can we start now?” She asked her members.

“Yes!” Seohyun responded.

They started dancing as the instrumental to Kissing You played. Harin clapped her hands softly as she listened to her members sing. By the time they got to her part at the end of the bridge, most of the members were in tears.

“Live a happy life!” They shouted when they were done.

Harin and Dongwook went to the members to thank them. Tiffany hugged Harin tightly, the other members joining in before remembering that Dongwook was also there.

Jaesuk started talking again as the members went back to their seats, “Now, we’ll have a short break for lunch. Your food will be brought to you, so you don’t need to stand up and go anywhere,” he told them before walking away from the podium.

Dongwook led Harin to their table just in front of the podium on her side of the hall as there was no space on his side. They sat down as staff members entered the hall with trays of food for the guests.

Usually, in Korean weddings, the guests go to a buffet and dish up their food, but when Harin and Dongwook sent out their wedding invitations, there was a section for everybody that was RSVPing to select which foods they would like to eat, so the staff already knew what everyone wanted to eat.

“I’m so hungry,” Harin commented after her food was placed on her table. Besides her breakfast, she had been snacking on dried fruits all day so as not to get full before the ceremony. “Also, I liked your vows.”

“I worked very hard on it,” he bragged nonchalantly, eating his food. “I had a thousand first drafts.”

“You chose a good final version,” she complimented. Looking around the room, she smiled. “We just got married.”

Dongwook reached across the table for her hand. “Yes, we did.”

They continued to eat until everybody had mostly finished, then Dongwook signalled to Jaesuk to continue on with the program. After mock complaining, Jaesuk stood up to resume his MC duties.

“Okay, everyone,” he started, “now we will enter the second last section of today’s program: speeches. We’ll first hear a speech from Harin’s namdongsaeng, Hajoon!”

Hajoon walked onto the podium, touching his sister’s shoulder as he passed her. He accepted the microphone that was handed to him, pulling out his phone so he could read his speech. “Hello, everyone. I’m the brother of the bride. Um, noona… For most, if not all, of my childhood, noona was a role model to me. But since I’m a boy, I always felt this… innate protectiveness when it came to her. She proved time and time again that she didn’t need me over her shoulder doing my best to intimidate people that were twice my size,” he joked, making everyone laugh. “But, yeah, noona was a role model to me. She still is. She’s someone that continuously drops everything for me when I ask her to, even though she might have been in the middle of something important.”

He cleared his throat, feeling himself get emotional. “One of my earliest memories is when I had lost my teddy bear — I had had it since I was born — and I was crying, I was screaming… I was letting the whole neighbourhood know that I had lost my teddy bear. And noona was going over maths with appa, but she suddenly stood up from the table, walked to me, held my hand and told me to breathe deeply. She then proceeded to walk me around the house so we could search for the teddy bear together. We ended up finding it under my bed and I was immediately happy, and noona played with me for a while before going back to studying with appa. Four months ago, I found out that noona had picked out that teddy bear for me when she came to visit me in the hospital after I was born,” he revealed, causing everyone to gasp.

“Noona is someone who… I don’t know, she acts like she doesn’t care, but she actually does. When I was in culinary school and was really stressed about an essay I had to do, I would call noona and she’d answer, even if she had to be on stage in a few minutes. And I still call her all the time. I call her when I’m sick, I call her when I’m happy… Hell, I call her to find out how long chicken is good in the freezer, which is ironic because she doesn’t know how to cook and I’m a chef.” He paused as everyone laughed. “Um, noona has been there for me whenever I needed her and I’m glad she’s found someone to be there for her whenever she needs it. She doesn’t like it when people hover over her and observe her every move, but she’s going to have to get used to it because Dongwook mehhyung watches her like a hawk. I don’t really have much else to say other than I love you, noona, and I’m always wishing you the best, and I hope you stay this happy forever,” he finished, passing the microphone off to Jaesuk before walking back to his seat as everyone applauded.

On his way back, Harin stopped him, hugging him tightly as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. “I love you, Hajoon,” she told him before pulling apart and letting him go to his seat.

Jaesuk groaned, impressed at Hajoon’s speech. “That was very sweet, wasn’t it? I just found out that all of the food here was prepared by Hajoon-ssi, which adds to the sweetness, doesn’t it? Now, we’re going to have a speech by Dongwoo’s yeodongsaeng, Seonghee!”

Seonghee walked onto the podium, accepting the microphone that was handed to her. “Hello, I’m Seonghee. Most people aren’t able to say that they have the smartest, most amazing and caring sibling in the world, but oppa… I am so glad that you can say that,” she joked, pausing so everyone could laugh. “You’re really lucky,” she added. “I’m so glad that you decided to give him a second chance and proceeded to make him earn his way into deserving you. Years later, I’m making a speech at your wedding, so… I would like to apologise to oppa for telling unnie that she should make him beg for her to even look in his direction.”

Dongwook looked at Harin in shock, his wife laughing with everyone else. “Did she really say that?”

“She did, she did,” Harin confirmed through her laughter.

“Oppa, I’m truly grateful that you met and chose to spend the rest of your life with someone as incredible as Harin,” Seonghee said, looking at her brother. “I think she makes you the happiest you’ve ever been and I think she pushes you to be a better person.” She shifted her gaze to Harin. “Unnie, I didn’t know you before oppa, so I’m honestly not really sure what he does for you,” she joked, laughing along with everyone. “He could make you worse and I honestly wouldn’t know, but you seem very happy with him. I wish you well, and hope that your married life is good,” she concluded, walking off the podium and giving her microphone to Jaesuk, who was still laughing.

“Yes, that was Seonghee,” he said, trying to calm himself down. “She gave a very comedic speech that made everyone laugh. Now, we’ll take a group photo and after that, you can hang around and talk with the couple or you can go home and enjoy the rest of your day. I would like to call everyone onto the podium.”

Everyone stood up and walked to the podium. Harin and Dongwook were made to stand in the middle, the formation of everyone else was decided by having the shortest people in the front and the taller people in the back. After taking photos, Harin and Dongwook were led to the front of the aisle so they could take a kissing photo.

“Are you excited for this one?” She asked him as they were positioned for the photo.

Dongwook squeezed her hip. “I’m the most excited for this one.”

The photographer gave them the okay to kiss, so they did, the room erupting in cheers. Harin had to put her hand on Dongwook’s chest to softly push him away. He poked at her side, knowing that she was very ticklish. They joined their guests once more to thank them for coming.

“You’re really the prettiest bride,” Seoyeon complimented, hugging Harin.

Harin thanked her. “But with how pretty I am, it’s not hard to be the prettiest.”

“Ah, there you go again,” she groaned. “I have to go now, but congratulations, okay?”

Harin nodded as she watched Seoyeon walk away. A hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned around to see Minho. “Since I’m married now, does that mean we’re not dating anymore?” She asked, joking about their long-time rumoured relationship.

“It’s about time we break up,” he joked. “The relationship has been dying out.”

“Right, right. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, noona. Kibum said to tell you that he loves your dress.”

“As he should.”

They continued to talk before he had to go to a schedule, not before taking a selfie together. Harin spent another twenty minutes talking to guests — her EDAM labelmates, Eunjung, her managers, Kwangsoo, Doyeon, Goeun and more. The last guests that hung back were her members.

“Thank you for coming, my loves,” Harin thanked them. “Especially you, Tiffany, because you’re supposed to be on hiatus at your house.”

“A little health concern could never stop me from missing your wedding!” Tiffany waved her off. “Besides you had me seated near the heater, so I was fine.”

“This was seriously the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” Yoona said.

“We’re very happy for you,” Taeyeon.

Harin smiled. “Thank you. Now I get to fetch my dogs and go home.”

Yuri groaned. “You’re such a homebody.”

“I love that place.”

“Invite me over.”

They all laughed at how eager Sooyoung sounded. They talked some more before the members left — not before taking a few selfies, dried tear streaks visible on their cheeks —, leaving Harin and Dongwook with their families. Dongwook was in a conversation with Dooson and Eunkyung, talking about the ceremony, so Harin went to Hajoon.

“I liked your speech,” she told her brother.

“Thank you, noona. I meant everything I said, you know. About you being my role model and all.”

She groaned. “Don’t get all sappy on me now that I’m married. And remember to take breaks and come visit me once in a while.”

“Of course.” He smiled at his sister. “Right now, though, I need to sleep. For a week.”

“You made everyone’s food by yourself, it’s understandable that you’re tired. Go home. It looks like appa is also tired.” She pointed at their dad, who was walking towards her with an envelope his hands.

“Did you already register your marriage?” He asked, still holding onto the envelope.

“Yes, we did it yesterday,” she told him, eyeing the envelope in his hands. “So, what’s that?”

He looked down at it as if he had forgotten he was holding it. “This is... a little something from your mother, brother and I,” he said, hading it over to Harin. “And before you protest, we wanted to give this to you. It’s your wedding day and this is the least you deserve.”

Harin smiled at her dad and brother. “Thank you.”

The newly formed family then took a few more photos with the photographer before everyone decided to go home. Harin and Dongwook changed out of their dress and suit and into the clothes they were wearing earlier, making sure to take all of the gifts they received. They then took their separate cars home — Dongwook’s parents went home with Seonghee, and Harin’s parents went home with Hajoon —, Harin went to fetch Poppins and Cucumber as Dongwook went to pick up some takeout for them.

By the time the couple had both returned home, put their things away, and plopped down on their couch, they were exhausted. It had been a busy day for the both of them and they just needed to rest. They watched their dogs run around the family room, playing together.

“How are you Mrs. Jang?” Dongwook asked.

Harin sighed contently. “I feel great, darling.”

an: their slow dance moment was inspired by this. also idk much about dongwook’s family so i just kinda went based off of different articles. you can send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist 💐

tagging: @moongrlz

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Fireleaf (Part Thirteen)

Hi! Hope you’re all well 🥰 just wanted to say thank you, as always, for the lovely support on this series; @greeneyedivy and I really do read all your comments and appreciate them 🥹

Warnings: Some smut. Depictions of violence.

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Oh, you were so very, incredibly fucked.

If such a revelation hadn’t struck you like a ton of bricks already, well — it certainly had now. 

There was no getting away from the fact as you stood across the room from Lucien and watched. Watched him flicking through a book with a child on each knee. 

This was the third village you’d stopped at, now, and yet he didn’t seem to tire one bit. He’d showed the same keen enthusiasm with every family he spoke to, every child he took the time to chat and play with. Eyes alert and glistening. Cheeks slightly flushed. 

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him smile so much. 

And it was for that reason that your eyes repeatedly strayed to him as you saw to the little girl in front of you, who, when Lucien had asked what toy she’d like to play with, had said she wanted you to put a braid in her hair like you had in yours. 

Poppy, her name was. Poppy, who just so happened to also have bright, Vanserra-red hair. 

It didn’t exactly help to still the rapid melting of your heart. 

“Why is it called a fishtail?” Poppy asked you — full of questions, now that her initial shyness had dissipated. 

You smiled fondly, recalling that you’d once asked the same of Linden. “Because,” you leaned around her, showing her the strands of hair that you’d braided, “see how the hair is weaved together? It looks like a fish’s scales. Cool, huh? I wear a braid in my hair every day.”

You didn’t know why your eyes crept to Lucien again right in that moment. Or perhaps, deep down, you did. Your braid, that had once solely reminded you of Linden, had other thoughts attached to it, now. Thoughts of his firm, intricate fingers pinching the hair. Russet eyes catching it when you moved.

Those russet eyes stared back at you from across the room. 

Lucien’s gaze met yours, and you found your cheeks heating. You shifted, refocusing your gaze on Poppy.

But children, of course, did not miss a trick.

“Are you and Lucien married?” She asked, tipping her head back to look at you.

You suppressed the urge to choke, fastening her little braid with a band. “Me and Lucien? No. We’re…friends.”

It still felt weird saying that. Even though there’d been nothing but warm, good feeling between you the entire day, you felt like you were waiting for old habits to seep back in. For him to change his mind about wanting to be your friend.

“My papa smiles at my mama like that.” Poppy continued — and you knew. Knew that Lucien was still looking your way, even though you avoided his gaze. 

“Finished.” You knelt in front of her, brushing her gorgeous, vibrant hair forward. “We match now, see?”

“Pretty.”

Well. That deep voice certainly hadn’t come from the little girl in front of you. You stiffened slightly, glancing over your shoulder to find that Lucien had approached. 

He was smiling. Utterly in his element. And he kneeled beside you, also studying Poppy’s hair. 

“It suits you, Pops.” He grinned brilliantly. “Y/N did a good job, huh?”

Pops. He visited these villages so often, made such an effort with the less fortunate families, that he had nicknames for the children. 

An urge arose in you to hug him. You quickly shoved it away. 

Poppy was beaming, utterly delighted, but her brow furrowed as Lucien turned to you and said, “We should probably get going before it gets late.” 

The disappointment in the little girl’s face had you almost tempted to pitch up in that room and stay the night. But you knew you’d taken enough of a risk, today, by just coming here. By disappearing from the estate with Lucien, before everyone else had even woken up. You’d left a note for Dion, informed him that you were helping Lucien run some errands, but…best not to push it. 

“Can’t you stay longer?” Poppy frowned up at Lucien.

Lucien smiled gently at her. “Wish we could, sweetheart, but we need to get home. But I’ll come see you all again real soon, okay?” 

The little girl’s green eyes slid to you. “You, too, Y/N?” 

You hadn’t thought your heart could possibly swell any more, and yet there you were, wanting to snatch the child up into your arms and squeeze her tight. So little, these families had. So much they wanted for and lacked – and yet what she’d enjoyed the most from the day wasn’t the toys, but the company. The ability to forget and be a normal child for a little while. 

“I’ll come back, too.” You smiled, tucking her braid behind her ear. “Promise.” 

As you readied yourselves to leave, you were met with similar protests from the other children – and from some of the adults, too, who offered you dinner; offered to share the food they had so little of. And it was mighty tempting, to stay in the company of people who were real, genuine. Who cared about things other than social standing and wealth. Who smiled, despite their many reasons not to. Being around them for the day had been…refreshing, in its own roundabout way. 

But there was no use putting off the inevitable. Pretending that you didn’t have your own reality to get back to. 

With the evenings being lighter, now, the sun was a dusky hue of pinks and oranges as the two of you set off on your horses. You rode side-by-side in a comfortable silence, nothing but utter peace between the two of you. Even as little as a week earlier, you wouldn’t have imagined you and Lucien being so at ease with one another. And yet it just felt…natural.

Like you should have been friends this whole time. 

You’d enjoyed the steady quiet for a while, just the sounds of your horses’ hooves clopping against the path, before you became aware of Lucien’s gaze set firmly on you. It was ridiculous — the reactions a mere glance of his drew from your body. The way it thrilled you all over to know that he was just…looking at you. For what reason, and for how long, you didn’t know.

You turned your head, meeting his stare with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?”

His head tilted, hair rippling beautifully in the evening light. “You’re good with children.”

That drew a short laugh from you. “You didn’t think I would be? Am I not soft enough? Too much of a dragon, perhaps?”

“No—I mean…I didn’t mean…I figured you hadn’t had many dealings with them—”

“Lucien.” You cracked a wicked grin. “I’m teasing you.”

He stared at you — and then snorted, shaking his head. Amusement danced in his eyes as he focused forward once more, and you…you wanted to laugh. To continue to grin. To enjoy this. It felt good. Better than good. 

It felt right.

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Pausing your journey home to watch the sun set had seemed like a good idea at the time, when the mellow hues of the skies had shifted and bled into a vast expanse of deep blues and blacks pockmarked with stars. 

It hadn’t seemed like such a good idea when you’d finally ascended the long, winding path up to the Vanserra Estate, and the very late hour had become all too apparent to you. The manor was cloaked in darkness, the entire place just as still and slumbering as it had been when you’d set off in the morning.

You and Lucien had been gone together the entire day, and that…that was sure to raise a few eyebrows.

But you decided that was a problem to be faced after some sleep — not now, when you were still so blissfully warm inside from spending the day how you had. Doing something good and constructive and necessary, instead of just walking prettily around the grounds of the estate. 

You and Lucien returned your horses to the stables, a strange energy zipping between you. Because you knew it was time to call it a day, to say goodnight, and yet you didn’t want the day to end just yet. 

You’d enjoyed yourself. When was the last time you could honestly say that?

It was what had you turning to Lucien, who was gathering up the empty sacks that had held the supplies and toys, and asking him, “Want some help with those?”

And gods, it was so pathetic — because those firm, golden arms, corded with muscle, could quite easily manage a pile of empty hessian sacks. Lucien met your gaze, like he knew the true reason behind your offer, and your cheeks flushed. You waited for teasing or rejection—

But then he straightened himself out, handing you a handful of the sacks. His tone was hushed. “They’re kept in one of the outbuildings at the back.”

Which meant crossing the vast green of the estate, over to the cluster of older buildings that housed a whole array of random items. Lucien held the stable door open for you, and you slipped back out into the night, the two of you seeming to silently pretend that the pile of coarse sacks you each carried held the weight of the world. 

Anything to make your best day yet stretch just a little bit longer. 

Lucien led you into the crumbling outbuilding, allowing just a single, dim faelight to light the area. It was strangely…cosy in there. You looked around at the few shelves stacked against the wall, the old, worn chair in the corner. Even a throw was draped over the back of it. 

He took the sacks from your hands, reading the look on your face. “If the weather’s bad,” he said, “I come in here to read instead. Just like the barn you hole yourself up in — nobody bothers to find me here.”

You studied him, feeling strangely…touched, that he’d shared it with you. He could have just explained the space away as a disused building that old tat was kept in, but lo and behold, as you peered closer, you glimpsed the few books scattered about. A couple of daggers and some wooden carvings. Some leather-bound journals. It seemed incredibly personal—

“I have the only key.” He explained, as if he’d read your thoughts. Again. “I snagged it ages ago and nobody noticed. Nobody comes in here anyway.”

You couldn’t help smiling. So this was one of the places he might be when he appeared to have wandered off. Wrapped up in a blanket, reading and writing…

Gods, this day had utterly destroyed your misconceptions about him. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but…dangerous. Risky.

You cleared your throat, figuring you should probably get out of there. “Thank you for letting me come with you today. Really — I enjoyed it.”

Lucien turned, staring at you. There was a strange quality to his features. Something pensive and brooding, and yet…soft. Accepting.

“I enjoyed it, too.” He said quietly.

You nodded once. And made no effort to move. He watched you.

“You’re a good person, Lucien.”

You could have sworn a light pink pinched at his cheeks. He dipped his chin, allowing his hair to shield him for a moment, as though your words had touched some unseen, unreachable part of him. He was…still. Thinking. Until he glanced up again.

“It was nice…” He took a slow step towards you. “You know — not fighting.”

Right. Yes. The peace had been nice, had been good. You were friends. now, and it was—

Lucien stopped a hair’s-breadth away from you. Close enough for your bodies to brush. Every single one of your senses was on high alert as he stared down at you.

“Yeah—yes.” You forced yourself to respond. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. “It’s way better…being friends.”

“Yep.” He dipped his chin. “Friends.”

You swallowed. Nodded. “Friends.”

Being friends was appropriate. Sensible. Responsible. 

What was none of those things was the way Lucien closed that tiny, minuscule gap between you. The way his hand went down to your waist, and he began walking you backwards, backing you up until you were boxed in against the wall. 

He was so, so close to you, now, his hair brushing your face. And he just…stared. Stared down at you.

He stood like that for so long, unmoving, that you forced your eyes up to his. And the intensity in his gaze almost had you looking away again. 

Those dark eyes were like pure, scorching fire. His mouth was slightly parted, and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, his throat bobbing on a hard swallow. His other hand — the one not occupied by your waist — moved to your face. 

And the touch was feather-light. So soft, so gentle, as he cupped your face in his large hand. His eyes didn’t move from yours, not once, as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, down and along your jaw, across to your lips, where it lingered. 

“Friends.” He repeated the word — like he was trying to remind himself of it. 

And you…you nodded. 

It seemed like an eternity passed of him just staring. Gazing down at you. You couldn’t understand what he might be seeing or thinking or feeling. What might be going through that mind of his. Your friend. 

“…what is it?” You asked quietly, surprisingly wary of the answer.

But the answer that came wasn’t a verbal one. Not as Lucien’s eyes gripped yours. 

And then he was dipping his head just a little, his breath fanning your face. He swallowed again—

And then his lips were sliding over yours. Soft. Gentle. Slow. Not a bruising, needy kiss, but a kiss that was for…for feeling. For experiencing. 

It reminded you of the kiss Linden had given you when you’d asked him to show you passion and intimacy. One that was light and exploring, barely-there and yet entirely consuming all at once.

And you were powerless to it. 

You’d just threaded your fingers through Lucien’s hair when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. 

“You are so not what I expected.” He murmured, and then he kissed you again.

There was more fervour in it this time. More need. His hands fell to your waist, tugging you up and against him, and his tongue brushed the seam of your mouth and slipped in the second you granted him entrance. You couldn’t help moaning against him as your hands explored him — the broad expanse of his shoulders, his back, his sides. This was absolutely not what friends did, and yet neither of you had the power to stop as your fingers inched around, grasping at the buttons on his breeches. 

Lucien groaned as your hands brushed the hard evidence of his arousal through the fabric. He pulled away just slightly, pressing his forehead against yours, the words breathless as he bit out, “I want you.”

And you wanted — needed — him. On you and in you, touching you. You wanted the hair-raising pleasure that you knew damn well he delivered.

You wrapped your leg around his, pressing him against you, and another groan whooshed out of him that he smothered with a kiss. 

There was nothing quick about what followed. It wasn’t like the burst of anger and passion that had existed in that little room at the inn. Neither of you sunk to your knees to prolong what happened. 

But it was different. And it was evident to you almost as soon as both of you had shoved your breeches down, and Lucien was hiking your leg up and lining the head of his cock up with your entrance. 

Different — in the way that his eyes stayed locked on yours as he pushed into you, your mouth falling open on a gasp. Different in the way that he cupped your jaw with his hand, and he leaned down to kiss you, just as he began to roll his hips.

His other hand secured on your waist, and every one of his thrusts was languid, indolent, unhurried. You’d learned from your previous escapades that the two of you were very vocal lovers, but each of your gasps and moans and groans were hushed, shared just between the two of you — and not consciously so. Not because you were aware of being so close to the manor, but because around your kisses and quickening breaths, the noises he usually would have drawn from deep within you took a backseat.

That familiar, pleasant warmth coiled tightly inside you, reacting to every touch. Every thrust. Every kiss. Because Lucien kept kissing you, over and over, huffing his breaths into your mouth. 

His pace picked up, his hand sliding down to grab at your breast and then down further, further, until he was holding both of your hips and encouraging them to roll with his. The angle had him pressing into you deeper, and Lucien bit out a groan, rocking you on him and causing a delicious friction that licked through you like spreading flames. 

“Y/N.” He ground out, gasping. “Holy gods—”

Your arms came up, hands splaying on his back and pressing him against you, and the intimacy was almost too much, almost had you looking away, but Lucien’s eyes commanded you to hold his as you gasped and writhed, the crescendo of sensations building and curling—

And then the flames snapped out, claiming you and Lucien both at the same time. Those last few thrusts of his hips were harder, faster, and he was staggering, pressing his hand to the wall to hold himself up as he slid his lips over yours once more, swallowing every one of your breathless moans and emptying his own into your mouth as he spilled inside you. 

His body went still, and his mouth parted from yours — just for a split second. Just to take a breath. And then he was kissing you again. A trembling hand rested on the back of your neck, kneading the muscles there.

It seemed like ages before he was pulling out of you, the sensation in itself causing you to nip at his lip. He stepped back, pulling his breeches up — and pulling yours up, also. Refastening the buttons.

And then he just stared at you. 

You waited — waited for him to say something quipping and brash. Friends you may now be, but you’d overstepped the mark again. Already. And he…he was bound to regret it. Bound to take it out on you. 

But then he was reaching out. Brushing hair out your face. He leant down and pecked your lips once, quick, and pulled away. And it was…tender. Not like him. 

You didn’t get it. And after such a positive day…you weren’t sure you wanted to wait around for his regret to eventually seep in, like it undoubtedly would. 

You cleared your throat, pressing your hand against his chest. “I should…get to bed.” 

Lucien studied you. Seemed to think, for a moment, before he nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you.”

You lingered a moment longer. And then you were stepping past him, trying to ignore the unsteadiness of your legs as you headed towards the door.

“…Sleep well.” Lucien said behind you.

You stopped in the doorway, glancing over your shoulder. Dipped your chin. “You, too.”

You weren’t entirely sure what had just transpired, in between you stepping into that crumbling building and now. But something had. Something was different. And it made you…panicked. Anxious. 

One day — you’d been friends for one day, and you’d already fucked it up. And you didn’t regret it, but…

But as you headed into the manor and up to your room, you weren’t stupid enough to believe that Lucien wouldn’t, either. Like he had before.

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Lucien stayed standing a while after she’d walked out, a heaviness in her shoulders that had been absent all day.

And then he’d collapsed into the chair in the corner, scrubbing a hand over his face. His lips still tingled from her touch, her taste. He wanted all of it back. All over him. 

And he knew — fucking knew what she’d been thinking when she’d hurried out of here. And he couldn’t blame her for thinking it, either.

Because Lucien had been awful to her, hadn’t he? He’d made her feel like a fleeting moment, a regret, all the previous times he’d been inside her. Especially the last time, at the inn. Why would she assume tonight to be any different?

It wasn’t just enough for him to say they were friends, now — not enough for him, and not enough for her. He needed to…to start treating her how he wanted to. How he’d wanted to for a while, now. How she deserved to be treated.

In a way that wasn’t appropriate for friends, but…friends be fucking damned. 

He couldn’t allow her to feel like a mistake when she was the furthest thing from it. 

And as he sat there, alone with his thoughts once more, her scent clinging to him, he knew there was no undoing what had changed. 

He was on a path, now. And he needed — wanted — to follow it.

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You were trying your hardest, two days later, to will enthusiasm into your features as you followed Dion to the receiving room, your arm linked through his. 

The fact that he kept shooting you concerned glances told you that he was dreading this meeting just as much as you were.

“You know,” you said. “You don’t need to keep looking at me like that.”

Dion turned his wary eyes onto you. “Like what?”

“Like you’re worried I’m going to get into a verbal sparring match with your father.”

“…Well — are you?”

“I told you, I’ll be on my best behaviour.” You paused, shooting him a wicked grin. “Just so long as he is.”

If you were speaking honestly, you’d have rather spent the morning boiling your own head than discussing the details and arrangements of your wedding with Beron, of all people. He never usually deigned to involve himself in such discussions, but as Dion had told you—

“My father’s trying to make an effort to show interest.” He said — not for the first time that hour. “We should do the same. And…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

“Well, he wasn’t best pleased when you disappeared for an entire day to aid Lucien in his errands.” He opened the patio door for you, stepping aside. “And without asking first.”

Your body went taut. “I was under the impression that I’m free to come and go from the estate as I please.”

The two of you were in the corridor, now, your voices seeming far louder. You took a step forward, but Dion pulled you to a stop. 

“You are, Y/N, it’s just…” he sighed, pursing his lips. “It’s about perception. Reputation. Everything we do is. And for you to go running off with my brother for the day without informing anyone, when you’re marrying me—”

“I did inform you. I left a note.”

The way he stared at you was…exasperated. Like he was begging you not to be difficult, confrontational, when it came to this. Because there was so much pressure on him already, and you being brash and contrary didn’t make it any easier.

“Sorry.” You sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. In the future, I’ll…ask first.”

Even if it utterly pained you to consider doing so. To leave your independence in someone else’s hands. 

You stepped forward once more, but Dion was stopping you again. You frowned over your shoulder at him. 

“You and Lucien…” He said, and your entire body stiffened. “You’re getting along much better now.”

It wasn’t a question. A statement. One you weren’t sure why he was making. 

“…We are…” you replied, pleading that your face revealed nothing. “Turns out he’s pretty alright when he’s not brooding.”

Dion continued to stare at you. Study you. Like…like he was searching for something in your expression. What, you weren’t sure.

But then he smiled. Relaxed his shoulders.

“Good.” He said. “That’s good.”

He brushed past you, pulling you with him, and you were left with no choice but to follow as the door at the end of the hall opened, and Barric beckoned you in.

But as you stared at the back of Dion’s head, you couldn’t help wonder what the fuck he was thinking.

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Two hours. 

Two godsdamned hours of poring over wedding details you didn’t give a single glimmering fuck about. 

Your head pounded. So did Dion’s, beside you, going by the drawn look on his face. Barric looked just as bored at the table, and the Lady of Autumn was on what seemed to be her eighth or ninth cup of tea.

Not to mention the various reputable business owners that had been invited to showcase their products. Food and decorations and floral displays you might use at the wedding. Not that they’d had much success pitching what they offered. Every one of you would rather be anywhere else in that moment. 

But Beron Vanserra fucking loved this. Listening to himself talk. Feeling in charge. He’d barely let anyone else get a word in edgeways.

Your patience was wearing thin. That softly-dangerous way that he spoke was beginning to grate on you. 

You slumped back in your chair in a most unladylike way, exhaling a deep breath. His eyes flicked to yours, a cold scrape of claws on your skin. If nothing else, it kept you alert enough not to doze off in your seat. 

“So anyway,” he leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the table. “What I’m saying is that this wedding is more than a mere joining of two families. It has to be a ceremony fit for a potential High Lord. Dion is my spare, after all. If something were to happen to myself and Eris, he’d assume the role.”

Spare. The word had your lip curling, no matter how much Dion had probably been beaten over the head with it. If nobody else saw the slight tensing of his shoulders, you certainly did. You pushed your leg against his beneath the table; as close to a subtle comforting gesture as you could get.

Beron’s eyes turned onto you. “It’s not going to be some quick, fleeting nuptials in a temple with no audience. It’s a wedding, yes, but it doubles as a statement. That Dion can deliver to the people. That he can put on a wedding fit for a High Lord. People like to feel important, to feel involved in all the pomp and circumstance.” His lip, also, looked like it wanted to curl, but he kept a mild expression on his face as he said, with false humour, “No matter how much you may wish for a backstreet ceremony in a tatty pair of breeches, Y/N.”

The dig had various titters and chortles breaking out around the table. And you knew — knew that to anyone else, it would appear as your future father-in-law fondly poking fun at you. But it wasn’t. It was a jab dripping with distaste. Disapproval. 

And you were fully aware of all the information he thought he was bestowing upon you. You were no fool. To be treated as such didn’t exactly ease your tension.

“So.” The High Lord continued. “I’ve gathered here the absolute best people for the job. Bakers and caterers and florists and musicians who have done countless Vanserra weddings—”

“Actually.”

Every head in the room turned to you as you spoke. There was no mistaking the way Dion stiffened beside you. The way Beron’s eyes flashed with ire at the mere sound of your voice. And that you’d had the audacity to speak.

“With the greatest of respect,” you plastered a smile onto your face. “I was thinking we might use smaller businesses for the wedding.”

The expression on Dion’s face would have been comical if not for the thick tension that clouded the air. His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, and the words he didn’t speak were abundantly clear: what the fuck are you doing?

Beron pursed his lips, clearly trying to rein in his tempter. “What.”

And gods, you knew you were playing a dangerous game, fucking poking an already extremely grizzly bear. But you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t stop yourself from putting on as much of a show as the High Lord himself had, as you clasped your hand over Dion’s on the table. Smiled at him like any adoring bride would. 

“It’s just…” Your voice was sickeningly sweet. “When I aided Lucien with his errands the other day, I saw so many brilliant, growing businesses in the little villages we passed through. There are excellent merchants all across this court that we aren’t even aware of because they hail from the less wealthy villages. But they work hard and have just as much potential. What better way to showcase their work and bring them new custom than at our wedding?”

Silence snaked around the table. And you smiled in the face of it, even as you noticed Beron’s jaw tighten. Even as Dion shifted in his seat. You squeezed his hand. 

“Uh…” was all he said. 

“Out of the question.” Beron stared at you. “We have traditions. Businesses we remain loyal to—”

“And I have the utmost respect for you all.” You turned your gaze on the merchants sitting around the table. “But once upon a time, your businesses would have needed the leg-up that we could offer to these smaller ones. Businesses that would be overlooked, simply because of where they are. Isn’t it right to give them the chance—”

“It’s a wedding. Not a charity case.” The High Lord’s tone tightened, and you knew — he was seconds from exploding, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “And considering it is my coin that is paying for the whole affair, I will choose who supplies for the event. You just need to focus on being the beautiful, blushing bride.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

There was no room for argument — not then, anyway. And Dion made that clear by the way he tightly gripped your hand. 

The Lady of Autumn looked like she was going to faint beside Beron as he inclined his head at his guests. 

“I do apologise for the bride’s insolence.” He quirked a distasteful smile. “We are…steadily righting some of the wrongs impressed upon her from her upbringing. Too much freedom is bad for a female, no?”

Another chorus of titters broke out. Dion’s hand clamped down on yours — a warning. To sit back. To keep your mouth shut.

“I doubt we’ll be needing you for any more of the discussions.” Beron waved a hand at the two of you. “You’re both dismissed.”

You wanted to stay rooted to the spot; just to be defiant. But Dion stood up without hesitation, yanking you to your feet with him.

“Thank you for your time.” He said, bowing his head. “It’s greatly appreciated.”

You didn’t acknowledge the sentiment. Didn’t even nod. Your eyes merely locked with Beron’s, so many unspoken words lingering in the air.

And then Dion was pulling you towards the door. Out of the room. 

Only when you were in the hall did he let go of your hand and release a breath that he seemed to have been holding for the past two hours. And then he stalked towards the doors without sparing you a glance.

“Dion.” You sighed, following.

But he merely held a hand up.

He didn’t look back as he bit out, “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

And then he was storming away from you.

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Maybe you’d pushed it a tad too far. 

You hadn’t meant to. And you weren’t sorry for challenging Beron, High Lord or no. You didn’t regret speaking your mind.

You did regret how much it had obviously bothered Dion, though. Going by the way he’d avoided you for the rest of the day. 

The last thing you wanted was to cause him any grief. And you weren’t too proud to apologise for doing so. Especially with how much of a support he’d been for you since you’d arrived here. 

So after taking your supper alone late that night, you went in search of him. It turned out he could be as elusive as Lucien when he didn’t want to be found.

You looked all over the manor, in the places he could usually be found — the games room or the tea room, the library and the general study. You’d even knocked on his bedroom door…and received no response.

So perhaps he was favouring the fresh air for a change. You were just heading back downstairs, intending to check the gardens, when a strange awareness settled over you. 

The wing you wandered through was empty — as it normally was this time of night. And yet it was like walking with a hand poised on your shoulder, a figure at your back. You turned into the dim-lit corridor that had one door that opened out into library, another that led outside—

It was so suddenly that clipped footsteps rushed you from behind, there was barely a chance to glance over you shoulder as a hand snaked over your mouth, and you were yanked backwards against a hard body. 

Your attempt to scream got caught in your throat as you were dragged back, back through a door, your feet barely keeping you upright. Linden would tell you not to panic, that panicking would mean it was over for you before you had a chance to fight. You clawed at the hand covering your mouth, your nose.

You hoped it was Eris playing a prank, or even Lucien dragging you in here for some fleeting passion, but the scent that filled your nose was one of musk and too-strong aftershave—

Beron. 

The High Lord kicked the library door shut behind him. Locked it. All while he still held you in an ironclad grip. And then his hand was moving from your mouth. 

You sucked in a deep breath, but it was short-lived as his fingers grabbed the back of your neck, pressing against your skin. And then he was marching you backwards…slamming you so hard against a bookcase, it winded you and unsettled the large, heavy tomes it housed. 

You coughed, gasping and clawing for the breath that had been stolen from you. Beron slammed you back a second time, and then his hands were  pressed either side of your face, his lips pulled back in a sneer as he glared down at you. 

“I don’t know what game you’re playing at.” He snarled, his voice pure ice. “But it stops. Now.”

You couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think over the desperate need to suck in air. You clutched your abdomen, trying to straighten yourself out. Pain splintered through you. 

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Beron’s hand moved to your throat, his fingers lightly brushing the delicate, soft skin there. He watched his own movements like a predator sizing up its prey. “You think you’re so much more than a spoiled little girl.”

“And what are you?” You managed to choke. “You can parade your title all you like. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re a vicious, violent—”

The fierce flash in his eyes completely solidified your point. His fingers coasted the area, gentle enough to leave no physical indication that they were ever there, and he stared down at you, his eyes whirring with a million cunning thoughts.

And then he smiled. Or smirked. Or…something. You didn’t think Beron Vanserra was capable of smiling, but…the corners of his mouth twitched up, and his fingers began to crawl downwards.

“Did I not tell you,” he hummed, toying with the top button at the bust of your dress, “that you were already on thin ice?”

“Something like that.” Your eyes tracked his hand, your body tensing as he twisted the button absentmindedly. “I fail to see what I’ve done that would further weaken said thin ice. I merely voiced a suggestion—”

“You undermined me in front of my subjects. I will not be undermined. Even if it means I have to use my own time to teach bratty little whores a lesson.”

You swallowed, still watching as his hand lingered at your cleavage. Just a shudder of relief seeped through you as it moved back upwards. 

But then he was grabbing you by the hair, yanking your head back so it hit the bookcase with a resounding smack.

“Perhaps I should write to your father and inform him of your endeavours. I’m sure he’d be mighty interested to learn what his daughter gets up to. He is my friend, after all. Seems only right that I should share my concerns.” He pulled harder, and tears burned the backs of your eyes. “He should know his daughter is disappointing him. Perhaps he’ll advise me on an appropriate punishment to dole out.”

Your lip curled, and you tried to move away, to get him to release his hold. But it only made him close in further against you, his body brushing yours. 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do that, Y/N.” He cocked his head. “Why shouldn’t I tell your parents what a fucking embarrassment you are to them?.”

You knew what you should do. That you should apologise, beg for his forgiveness. Promise to be on your best behaviour. And your brain urged your mouth to say that, pleaded with it to. 

But you opened your mouth, your lip inching up. And that was not what came out. 

“Because if you do such a thing,” you sneered, “I may have to let slip about your own poor behaviours. So unbecoming, High Lord, to pervertedly ogle your future daughter-in-law’s tits from across the room, is it not? And how do you know I won’t accidentally slip up to somebody about that Faebane-imbued fire at the hamlet? I hear you have an arrogantly big cache of the stuff—”

You heard the slap before you felt it. The sound echoed through the room. A smack so hard, your neck clicked, and you bit into your cheek. The metallic taste of blood bloomed in your mouth. 

“I’m warning you, girl.” Beron growled, his voice deeper, more guttural. “Do not cross me.” 

And then he was shoving you back against the bookcase one last time. And letting go. Your legs gave out beneath you as he turned and strode to the door, as casually as though you’d been talking about the weather in here. 

He didn’t say another word. Didn’t look back. He was nothing but a mere shadow as he slipped out of the room, his footsteps fading as he disappeared. 

And you…you trembled all over. Felt like your heart was going to trip over itself. 

Tears pricked your eyes, and you wiped them away furiously, flinching at the stinging of your cheek. 

“Don’t cry.” You hissed at yourself furiously. “Do not cry.”

It took a few moments to compose yourself — but you did. You caught your breath, easing yourself back to your feet. The soreness of your back was no doubt indication of a bruise forming there.

On weak legs, you tread towards the door, steadying yourself on various pieces of furniture as you went. 

Once again, your godsdamned mouth had landed you in hot water.

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The responsible thing would have been to retire to bed and keep your head down until the tension blew over. Until the High Lord found something else to grouse about. 

But you opted for walking — or, rather, limping — and trying to leach the tension from yourself with the help of fresh air. 

And with the help of the whiskey you’d snagged from the games room. 

The latter certainly did the trick. After a while, you barely noticed the pain in your body or the cold bite of the air. You wandered the grounds, drinking straight from the bottle, not caring who you came across and what they may have thought. 

Perhaps your behaviour was deliberate. Maybe…maybe you were still looking for an out, still hoping for Beron to send you home.

But he wouldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t. Not after that little hint of a threat you’d dropped tonight. You knew he’d been behind that fire, and now, he knew that you knew. He’d want to keep you where he could see you.

He wouldn’t act — at least not until he came up with a solid plan that would work in his favour. 

As you walked and drank, the moon bearing down on you, you couldn’t help wondering why you were like this. Why you’d always been like this. Why you had to be so…outspoken and confrontational and brash. You were here with a duty, with people counting on you, and yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from being so…you. 

It was no wonder, really, that Dion would rather have Willow than you. 

That Lucien would rather fuck you than know you.

Lucien. His name was a constant claxon in your head. Everything you thought and felt seemed to end up right back at him. 

You’d even crossed the grounds without realising it, stopping just outside the little stone building you’d taken each other in two nights earlier. 

He might not even be in there, but it didn’t stop you slumping drunkenly against the door, the wood creaking beneath you.

“Lucien.” You called, a giggle bubbling up your throat. You tapped a nail against the wood. “Loo-shun.”

A vague noise came from inside, the sound of a key being turned, and then the door was wrenched open. 

You immediately went toppling down to his feet. His hands caught you before your body could slam against the ground, and he blinked.

“Whoopsy.” You laughed harder. “Looks like I just fell for you.”

“…Are you drunk?” He studied you as you turned in his arms — glimpsed the bottle that was grasped loosely in your hand. “Fuck.”

Suddenly, you were being gently dragged inside. Lucien held you upright with ease as he shut and locked the door behind you. None of it was at all like the threatening, malicious encounter with Beron.

His hold on you was both soft and firm as he turned to face you. And then he studied you, frowning.

“Do you like my dress?” You tried to twirl on the spot, stumbling into a small table. “Dion made me wear it to the meeting.” 

Lucien just…watched you. There was no ire or distaste on his face or in his eyes. And even through your inebriation, you thought…thought it looked like something akin to concern.

“Y/N.” He took a step towards you. “What…why are you drunk?”

“Because I drank alcohol.” You thrust the bottle towards him. “Want some? We can make it a party.”

“I think I’ll pass.” Still, he prised the bottle out of your hand. And then turned, placing it atop of a cabinet — far out of your reach.

You pouted up at him. “Bor-ing.”

“Y/N.” His voice was firmer, now — commanding. “What the hell has happened to get you in this state?”

You stopped, staring up at him. You didn’t want to be asked questions like that, didn’t want him to…to get to you. To try to reach you. 

You stepped towards him to do…something. Kiss him, maybe. But both his hands clasped your arms in the most heartbreakingly gentle way, stopping you. Russet eyes stared down at you intensely.

“Tell me.” He murmured, his thumbs beginning to make gentle sweeps across your skin.

You held his gaze. And you…you thought you may just cry. You begged yourself not to as you shrugged, attempting to seem indifferent.

“I figured I’m gonna disappoint everybody anyway.” You croaked. “Might as well have fun doing it.”

His brow furrowed, and you loathed the pity in his eyes. You didn’t want to face it — couldn’t. You turned away. 

But his hand slid down to yours, gripping it. “What’re you talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It matters, Y/N.” He snapped. “You matter.”

Your entire body went still, your mind emptying out. You didn’t want to think, to talk. Didn’t want to matter. Not right then.

A sudden, heavy tiredness weighed on you, and you frowned, easing your hand out of his. He let you go, watching you carefully as you dragged your feet over to the chair and slumped down. Even the alcohol couldn’t mask the ache in your lower back as you did.

Lucien immediately caught the way you flinched. He frowned. “Are you in pain?”

“No.” You lied. “Just tired.”

He stared. And it was so, so clear that he didn’t believe you. But he didn’t push. “You should probably sleep this off.” 

You lifted your head. “In here?”

“…do you want to stay in here?”

It wasn’t much of a place to sleep — just a ratty old armchair for you to curl up in and a blanket that probably wouldn’t keep you all that warm. But none of those things seemed to matter, because…

Because Lucien was here. And that was what you’d come looking for. For him to just…be there. 

Why you’d so naturally sought him out, above everyone else, wasn’t something to think about right then. 

You buried your head against your forearm, merely peeking up at him as you murmured. “I wanna stay with you.”

He was still for a moment, staring at you. And you could have sworn his cheeks slightly pinkened.

And he nodded. “Then we’ll stay.”

You felt…safe, in there. In that tiny little outbuilding. Safe, despite the monster that was across the green. Warm, despite the cold. 

And you felt even warmer, inside, as Lucien approached you. As he pulled a blanket from the back of the chair and draped it over you. There was a pause, and then he…then he leaned down, kissing the top of your head. 

“You should sleep.” He said again, brushing your hair back. 

“You won’t leave, right?”

“I won’t leave.” He perched himself down beside the chair. “I’m right here. You can close your eyes.”

You did. But a moment later, they were opening again. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you like my dress?”

Lucien studied your face.. “I do.” He said. “Very much.”

You smiled. Closed your eyes once more.

And opened them again. “Will you read to me?”

He blinked. “What?”

“There are some books in here.” You pointed. “You like to read. Will you read to me?”

“…do you promise to go to sleep if I do?”

You released a comically dramatic sigh. “Yes, Lucien, I promise.”

He didn’t laugh or roll his eyes or smirk. He simply stared at you. And his voice was quiet, gentle, as he said, “I love it when you say my name.”

You were too drunk to know what that meant. It was all you could do to grin, tipping your head back and telling him, “I like your name.”

Which you absolutely did, intoxicated or not.

He gazed at you a moment longer. And then he was pushing to his feet, striding over to the sparsely-stocked bookshelf against the wall. You watched from the chair, your eyes tracking his firm, muscled legs through his breeches, his hips—

He turned, a book in his hands, his eyes finding yours. And he cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you staring at?”

“Nothing.” You beckoned him. “Come on. Read to me.”

“So bossy, lady.”

But he strode back over. Reclaimed the space he’d been in moments before. You rested your head on the arm of the chair, gazing at him. And with the stunning flash of his hair, the serene sight of him tucking his legs beneath him and cracking open the book, your eyes were already growing heavy. 

And that was how you drifted asleep to the lilting caress of his voice.

And as exhaustion dragged you under, the last thing you glimpsed was the book’s cover.

Poems and Sonnets Volume II.

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[lumibuns-blog]

*busts down door* IT IS I

I’d like to order SDC with an S/O that is very quiet, shy, kind, not the type to pick a fight? But during the journey to egypt one of their boys gets hurt and the S/O rolls up their sleeves like “u mess with them u mess with ME” type and just proceeds to beat the living hell out of the enemy stand user right in front of them LMAO? Bonus points if you include their reaction afterwards

Ahhh this is adorable!!!!!

Sorry this took me a bit to write I've been in school so I've less free time lol, but tysm for requesting

SDC with a shy S/O who would fight for them

It's not like you to get very upset, calm, kind, shy, and level-headed is how you're usually described. But something inside you snapped when you saw your S/O, the person you've been traveling with for weeks, get hit down more than they could handle. You wouldn't allow them to get hurt, with reckless abandonment you approach the enemy.

Jotaro

First time in his life he can remember being truly speechless

He only took a blow from an any stand user, he tried his best not to look in pain

But it's almost like you knew he was faking

He saw you take one confident step forward

"Hey idiot don't-"

You were already up in the users face

He had never seen you so angry

You had your stand out, you ran towards the enemy, curses flying from your mouth

Jotaro would get back up, and have you out of harms way before things got worse

He might seem angry after the fact but he was just worried for you

Kakyoin

A little terrified of that look in your eye

He knows deep down what's about to happen as you step around him

Your protective side has been activated

He knows there's nothing he can do to calm your anger so he fights along side you

If you're going to protect him, he'll protect you. Simple as that

"I appreciate how much you care for me, put try to think of yourself a little more alright<3"

He's so sweet

Polnareff

Smitten

It's hard for him to always keep up his "knight in shining armor" persona

Of course he want you to be safe

But letting himself be saved by you, that angry, determined, look on your face

He can't help but fall in love all over again

He likes seeing a different side of you and it makes him feel special

He holds you close after holding back his emotions "thank you...my love"

Joseph

Yells

A lot

He for real doesn't Believe it's you who is throwing punches at the enemy

not your regular skilled, precise movements. You are throwing aggressive and fast blows, your face full of aggression

Honestly he probably thinks it's really attractive to see you like this

Loves this part of you so much (after he's finally convinced it's actually you)

"That was incredible! Maybe I should make you made more often!" He's a lot to handle

Avdol

Nope nope nope

He sees you tense up and he's already holding you back

He's happy that you're passionate and caring for him

But he won't let you get hurt

He knows you can handle yourself but strong emotions can get the better of anyone so he tries to calm you down

He can't even try to stop you when your enemy comes back for round 2 though

"HEY YOU GOT A PROBLEM?? HEY LOOK AT ME IM TALKING TO YOU BITC-"

"Y/N WAIT FOR JUST A SECO-"

Not even the ever fortified avdol can talk you down now

Patches up your injuries and scolds you for being so reckless when it's all said and done

[taeraeszn]

hiii i know your rqs are closed but i wanted to put this in your inbox before i forgot/lost your account.

the headcannons u made on zb1 missing their date.. can you do an extension of yujins where he makes it up to you?

abs fine if you dont wanna do it but id love to see how youd write it 🫶

(if u do end up doing it, pls write yujin being a bit bold. or asking his hyungs for help. hes always written so shy in the other ones 😅)

when zb1 misses a date - yujin extension

hi anon <3 i thought i could write something quickly for you as i've never gotten an ask like this! i actually had to look back at what i wrote bc i forgot what i had written for yujin lol. enjoy!!

link to original

"i feel like the worst.." yujin mumbled while sitting his bed. gyuvin who was laying next to him sat up while comforting him.

"don't worry. i'm sure they forgive you. their coming here today right?" he nodded then checked his phone, seeing a notification from you on kakaotalk. in the message you were informing yujin of what time you'd be there at, three.

"do you think they'd be okay with just watching something inside with some snacks and drinks?"

gyuvin took a bite of the popcorn that just came fresh out of the microwave, "yeah indoor dates are cute...hey, these taste really good!"

as time was ticking till your arrival, gyuvin ended up leaving and yujin had the entire afternoon to himself. his family would also be out leaving the house to the two of you.

the doorbell rang and terry rushed to the door, jumping in excitement. he took a deep breath in and opened the door to reveal you standing you. terry pounced in excitement and you picked them up (idk terry's gender forgive me).

"hi terry!" you greeted, petting their head gently. as you put them down, you faced yujin.

"hi..." you said to your boyfriend, he smiled, "hi, did you get here safely?" you nodded then making your way inside and to his living room.

"yeah the bus was a bit crowded but otherwise it was fine." yujin guided you to his couch and you sat down with the blanket over top of you, terry also decided to accompany the two of you. you took notice of the drinks and snacks on the coffee table.

"i know i already said it but i'm sorry, i still really guilty about it. i wanted to make up for what happened so i brought all of your favourite snacks and drinks. i want today to be better. we can do whatever you want today, this is your day."

you were surprised at yujin's forwardness but appreciated the effort he put into making this day special. without words, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"i'm so happy you all of this for me yujin! you didn't have to though. honestly just doing nothing with you is all i need." he quickly turned on netflix to look through some k-drama's to watch.

"y'know what.." he handed the remote to you, "choose what you want to watch." he scooched a bit closer to you and gently held your hand.

"oh-what? really?"

"for sure." you grabbed a handful of popcorn then scrolled through the selection, eventually picking one. as it began playing, silent embraced the two of you but however you enjoyed it. this was the best type of date to make up for yesterday.

but just then.."(name)." you turned away from the tv, "i love you." you giggled, "love you too."

the rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and smiles between you and yujin. he was sure to make this the best date ever, even ordering pizza later in the day.

in the end, yuijin did follow up on his promises and in the best way ever.

[venuslovesmascs]

Hi!! I don’t really have a certain style or outline for readings so every one will be a little different im sure, I don’t like to limit myself and let the spirits and universe tell me what’s needed.

if it resonates pls leave a tag or comment 

I’m begging, talking to tarot and spirits

alone can make a girlie think they need psychiatric help

first guy - happy shark ? he looks happy

- queen of cups up, queen of wands reversed were the first two cards to come out - which I thought was really interesting. they want emotional maturity first , before intimacy or passion if it’s that type of connection. they don’t seem to be a sensual person, they like to emotionally get to know others however. they don’t accept “childlike” energy or people who can not commit. they have virgo energy. also cancer. always reminds me of queen of cups. they like security and balance.

honestly to me this doesn’t seem like someone you are seeing, either a crush you are scared to come forward to, or just a friend in general. it it’s a friend, they want to know you more intimately , to be able to care for you more. to emotionally support you more. if you reach out a hand, they will always want to grab it to help you.

they like to stay home. don’t like to go out and party. do not invite them out, especially with a large group. maybe a study sesh, baking, movie. honestly im not getting too much to pick up on here, they seem like a pretty chill person who likes to be in their own world. like I feel bad for interrupting their energy or peace lmao. if you want something, you have to make it known. they will NOT make the first move. but this person has good communication skills, and emotional maturity. definitely worth talking to. i think you will both learn more about each other if you have an honest conversation about how you are feeling. this person appreciates honesty, straightforwardness, and vulnerability. i honestly really get the vibe it’s a friend u want to communicate feelings for. don’t come on too strong or passionate, take things slow, they don’t like to rush. you’ll scare them lol. they are sensitive. don’t like change. u got this. let things flow. i know it’s hard, I suck at it that part.

- it only takes a taste, waitress the musical - came to my mind

- they have mom friend energy , maybe u have dad friend energy, “accidently parents to found family trope”

pile 2 - curved sharkey

this person may tend to take more than they give. we got the devil card. which isn’t always bad, but can involve lust or deep fantasy, living too much in a dream world, not being practical enough. they don’t desire commitment or balance right now. or communication. if they want to….,18+….. they like things firey and passionate. quick. they are the type to “get what I want”. no thinking. they want you to maybe relax a little more about communication. to live more in the moment. everyone wants different things from connections and that’s okay, you don’t always have to be on the same exact page, but you need to find a common ground. make sure you aren’t always walking the extra mile for them.

this person is fast. moves on quickly. like they don’t want me in their energy. they are like… sorry got to go. I’m bored.

you may be blinded to some red flags. they seem really sweet!! just not looking for anything serious, do not have time for commitment. but also have not communicated that, yikes :/ they like to indulge. I’d be careful with their energy honestly. you do not owe them anything. i wish I had more to say but there’s not much left lmao. they do not like the mushy feelings, or letting people in. you won’t be able to change that any time soon. feel free to engage if you don’t mind, just remember to stay true to yourself as well. do not hide your wants and needs. be honest that you are meeting them where they are for now. don’t build any resentment before something even begins.

pile three - cartoon shark

seems like a connection that has had separation, big changes in the past. a lot of hurt for both ends. one being more silent about their pain than the other.

this person wants a change for sure. numbers 3 or 12 could be important. they want to be more integrative . they seemed stuck in the past before, and feel guilty for so. they may have left you in the cold, “dropped your hand while dancing” / champagne problems. they want to bring you peace, if not come together, at least give closure. i think they had a lot going on, and want to explain. if you want to talk or not, that is your choice. just make sure you aren’t letting your “ego” decide - the part of you that holds resentments , pettiness, the part of your animalistic desires or patterns - dont make this a quick decision, take some time to think about it, not what would bring you short term fulfillment, but long term fulfillment.

they will understand if you do not want to integrate again, but either way want to help in whatever way possible.

this person cared about others opinions in the past, let status/family/friends/affairs get in between the connection. they care about their reputation. maybe they have already done some things in the past they are ashamed of, and are still afraid it can come into light. they felt like they were holding on my a thread. i still think their fear of reputation hasn’t changed if I’m being honest, im not sure they are still willing to put in any fight against others, but maybe for your connection. but don’t expect this person to change over night. they care, but still have issues being publicly outgoing or seen. they don’t like conflict. which is probably why they ran from you too lol. definitely avoidant. but if they come forward, it shows they are making change - remember that.

they didn’t fight for something like you wanted them to. they have never been good at communicating. they have worked on that for months, for themselves, not just you.

you are good at strategy. planning things out. they admire you for this. they are not. they are not good at looking into the future. they live in the moment. but are learning either way they fear what is to come. and they wish they had you to rely on , to be in the future , if nothing else. they don’t want to put the burden on you however , this scares them, maybe you are more financially/ emotionally put together, they may not feel good enough for you.

okay there’s a lot going on here but I think I’m going to end it here, feel free to message me for any clarification but, I think this is something that can only be worked out between you two in divine time.

PILE FOUR - SHOWER SHARK

this is definitely an ex or a past lover or current situation that’s getting less intimate . something has recently gone wrong. some kind of trust has been broken.

i think you are waiting for this person to change. but you two can not change together. they do not want the same things, you are both lacking fulfillment.

if I’m being honest, I don’t even think this person wants closure or to talk. they want a clean break, a fresh start. im sorry if you feel left out in the cold. there’s some new journey here that you have to take on your own. and I don’t think you are used to being alone. i know it’s scary, but I think the universe is high lighting some lesson or journey here. maybe this is long distance. starting college, or studying abroad, a new job, that kind of energy . i think you have a lot to look forward to. all these new changes coming are a blessing in the future. take time to mourn and heal, but know that when you are ready, you have a lot of fulfilling things ready for you. new friends, passions, hobbies

i think you felt really bogged down by this persons energy. that you were too similar. “twin flames” energy , not the western Instagram post “twin flames” but the idea that you meet someone who mirrors all the parts of you that you have ignored for years. that feels like your soulmate - how quickly and intimate you knew them. but it’s just the catalyst for your change and self growth. you will heal and grow into a person that people will love and understand, a person that this past energy won’t even recognize. i think you will always have love for them, it dosent feel too toxic in a sense, more just confusing, and hard, too hard. love dosent need to be hard.

focus on taking a break. mourning. going no contact seems like the best route here. we all have free will, im not telling you what to do. however , I think your energy would be best preserved if you had a clean break. no meeting up again. no drunk texts. no giving back some old tee shirt from the back of your closet that they don’t even want. bring it to goodwill. you will feel better in the long run if you focus on feeling empowered by yourself and not others. it’s okay go want community, and human connection is natural, but we still need self reliance and independence to be able to help others too. okay that’s a lot hope ur ok , much love. bye.

pile five - teeth sharkey

I’m getting this person wants to call you lol. they want to come back around, maybe from the past but not too far back.

they want to cleanse whatever has happened , maybe a fresh start. you may have noticed they have changed a little , dress differently, talk differently, new confidence?? new haircut ?? new phone?

they are a “shape-shifter” , they want to be a person that can change and provide for you. i don’t know how long term these changes are, they seem to change a lot - that is for your judgement and not mine. they seem smooth , I can like feel myself blushing??

welp - there’s definitely some big change spiritually within them with the death card I just pulled. they want change in your situation. maybe they link k***nk …. u know. they want to know the dark parts of you. show you the dark parts of them. “For better or for worse” energy. idk if they want long term commitment so to say? but they definitely want a more stable emotional connection. i may not be your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner but I’ll treat u and know u better than any of them energy.

there’s some secret they are hiding . i still don’t think they want to tell you everything, im not sure they want me to even be clear of what they want, maybe they do not know. they for sure want u tho. especially physically. wow they are attracted to u. possessive energy. maybe u like that, maybe u don’t. that’s urs to say. they want more eye contact, they think you have pretty eyes. they may like the occult / spiritual. OOO u know what, maybe they know you like it , they either researched it to impress you or actually had an awakening and want to share with you. they love your energy. they like being with you at night lol. maybe for some non-pg 13 stuff, but also I think they just want to be “spooky” in general with you and look at the moon and wander at night , do spells, that stuff. you seem to have changed them if I’m being honest. maybe opened up their heart. maybe you are their death moment.

if I’m being honest, idk if this is a person you see as “the one”. more like, a fling or fwb. but they were brought into your life for a reason. don’t let fears of the unknown / future hold you back from connecting with them. they have a lot to teach you.

[klaissance]

Do you have any dad klance headcannons?

Thank you so much for asking dear sweet asker I appreciate you so much. I actually,,, lowkey don't? Dad!Klance is not something I think about that much, I think bc as a teenage girl in my 20s I am not in a parent/family space that often BUT FOR YOU IMMA TRY HERE WE GO:

for starters I think they're really good at it let's get that straight from the jump

Lance always wanted to be a parent I think--comes from a big family, has watched his siblings become parents, is obsessed with his cool uncle status, has always seen parenthood ahead as something to look forward to

Keith is the opposite, never in a million bazillion years thought that was in the cards for him

he's gay so that came with its own list of things to be worried about that would be difficult in terms of, like, acquiring a child, plus he just sort of had a shitty time as a kid, has a funny relationship with the words "parent" and "dad" and hasn't had the time to hash that out with a therapist because he's been in space

really truly Keith is a feral desert child and when presented with the thought of turning a small being into an adult suitable for society his brain shorts out

...until they get together

actually, both of them flip on this while they're in space OKAY NOW WE'RE COOKING

Lance, my poor sweet darling prince, is a little less sold on children. He grows up hard and fast and violent in the intergalactic war they're thrust into, sees terrible things happen to good people all over the place, sees kids left parentless and parents lose a child, sees himself nearly die more times than he can count (oop that one time he did die lol), and suddenly the idea of kids in the future isn't tinted golden and sparkling with the memories of his childhood. He's an adult and anything could happen and it's terrifying and hard and he knows he loves what he does--loves helping people, loves interacting with children, wants to teach or something later for sure maybe--but the actual parenting is soured by the thought of his mom back home thinking her son is dead and not even having the closure of a burial or anything. He learns that nothing is certain in the way he used to think it was, and stops expecting specific things for his future

Klance gets together [how?? girls idk any infinite number of ways that is every post I'll ever make until the end of time but not this one--trust though it was juicy] and they stay together while they're fighting the space war, and slowly and then all at once Keith "Lone Wolf" "Not A Family Man" "Feral Desert Orphan" "Kids What Are Those" Kogane is, like,,,, thinking about his life and his future beyond like,,, the next hour,,, and is imagining kids in the picture??? trust it shocks him too

This actually is a version of their relationship that I really like thinking about! Lance pivots on all of his hopes and dreams that he'd had all his life about certain milestones for things--marriage, kids, the white picket fence and all that jazz--and throws it all out the window. Because piloting magical sentient lions in a space war is fucking crazy and life is nothing like what he thought and what is important to him reshapes; it isn't the milestones it is the feelings they represent, the security and companionship he is seeking, the fulfillment he can find from interacting with others in different ways. Keith is the opposite; he never thought any of the milestones were important because he assumed they were for other, non-broken people. People--not him--who could have nice things like spouses and houses and children to raise in their image or whatever. And to make a long and introspective story short he gets to hold Lance's hand and suddenly all of those nice things are back on the table and he gets to want them and finds out that he does

I guess this is where it gets fuzzy for me I've seen some things where they space adopt and that's really fun and fresh

Or they wait until they get back to Earth after having the Cool Uncle Era with Lance's nieces and nephews which is my shit i love cool uncle klance

I do think I subscribe to them adopting older children out of the foster system as opposed to however infant adoption works

but any way you slice it Keith is So Pressed About Getting It Right he's reading books he's asking Shiro and then wanting to die because Shiro is So Cringe about his caretaking advice UGH

and Lance is back in a comfy phase about it now that they've decided to do it, regaling Keith when he freaks out with tales of times he and his siblings totally almost died or that crazy shit happened or that his parents did x y z totally sideways--his point being: and look how well it turned out anyway

the important thing is that when they do have children they love them more than anything and demonstrate a positive healthy relationship for them and they try to meet them where they are and also give them opportunities to grow and be happy and therefore it all works out perfect :)

Also as an added bonus here are some of my favorite depictions of dad!Klance for your perusal:

deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's True Love or Something ok these were like my earliest favorite fics ever when I tell you this raised me and reset my brain chemistry I am being so serious. They aren't dadding until later in the series [THIS ONE] but actually the whole thing is so excellent

that,,, actually is the only one coming to mind right now but people SOUND OFF IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE PLS <3 i will return to this post with more if i find any

I hope this was good for you obviously I just stream-of-conscious dumped into the text box but it was super fun to do, if anybody has any other prompting thoughts I would love to ideate more I just,,,, love thinking about them so much,,,, ok everybody have a great day!!

[lovedazai]

greeting mai <3

while i do not consider it entirely impossible to top chuuya, he will basically always top and i think a large part of it (looking into his psychology) has to do with the sheer amount of trust in another person it takes to allow them to take control of you in that way, especially in such a vulnerable state. even if chuuya could technically throw them off with his ability, he wouldn't be letting them top if he felt like he might do that anyway.

relating to soukoku, specifically with dazai, who can cancel chuuya's ability, i think the likelihood of dazai always topping chuuya isn't very high. (i know half the fandom believes otherwise, and you're not wrong for your own interpretation, this is just how i see it. i also think it would be way easier to top dazai, let me know if you want me to tell you why).

not to say that chuuya doesn't trust his partner, whoever they may be. keeping his guard up is just instinctual with how many times he's been stabbed in the back.

i think that as a top, he enjoys the power rush that comes from it, and he also likes knowing that he's doing a good job and taking care of you (he takes pride in providing for you, likes buying you gifts, wants you to know how loved and appreciated you are).

there's definitely a safe word established between the two of you (as there should be in every relationship) and i think that would help if you ever brought up the idea of him letting you top. (like actually top, not him being a power bottom while you ride him)

assuming that there's already a mutual sense of trust between the two of you to the point that chuuya would be comfortable sitting back and letting you drive things forward, the next trickiest thing to get over would be his pride.

he's already a bit insecure physically (about his height) so being topped by someone would only add to that embarrassment. you can't degrade him, let him know that there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but you also can't over praise him, he doesn't want to be treated like a baby.

paint the idea as something you're doing because you want to make him feel good. maybe it's to help him destress, or to pay him back/reward him for all the times he's focused on your pleasure. just don't forget to tell him how good the experience is for you too.

he's a bit of a tsundere, so he'd probably hold himself back a bit at first, but if you can get him to really relax and allow himself to enjoy it, he'd be melting into the bedsheets. especially if you touch his hair. please run your fingers through it. please scratch at his scalp. please give it a light tug. he's a puddle.

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anyways, i obviously have a lot of thoughts on chuuya nakahara, he's very interesting to analyze. if you have anything to add or contradict i'd love to hear it.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

*bows*

me & u are on the same page nonnie !! i think chuu would pride himself on providing for his s/o in all ways including sexually. i can only imagine chuuya letting u top him if he was feeling esp worn out / sleepy or if it was like a little treat cus he knows u like it. he def loves the dominance that comes from being on top of u, i personally think chuuya is an ass man & prefers positions where ur back is to him

im not big into skk content cus of how ppl mischaracterize dazai & esp chuuya :< i feel like chuuya gets feminized in a way that isnt accurate to him at all. even in the way he speaks he comes off very masculine (i’ve never watched the dub so mayb it comes off less strongly in english) no offense to anyone who writes or likes content like this, its just a pet peeve of mine. i totally agree w u, the way i view skk is dazai is the pretty princess, hes the one who wants to be taken care of & babied & the little spoon

ty for ur perspective nonnie <33 if u ever want to let out any other thoughts my inbox is always open !! mwah!

[poppurini]

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[soleilnomoon]

CONGRATS ON 555+ FOLLOWERS!! THATS AMAZING!! AND AN OPPORTUNITY TO THROW IN A REQUEST TOO?? DONT MIND IF I DOO~

may I order a caramel mocha latte, with a konpeitō, a lemon drop, and a candy necklace? and maybe a dollop of whipped cream too? the name for the order will be Trafalgar Law from One Piece, please! 👉👈🥹🥰💕✨

omg thank you so much, i really appreciate that 🤭💛💕also thank u for your patience, this was a beast to write - law is impossible and i'm stubborn, but i finished it and survived (i hope u survive too) <3 please enjoy your sugar rush ༺♥༻❀༺♥༻

4.2k words (i know, i know), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff (somewhere, it's there, believe me), a bit of angst bc i'm a sucker for that stuff, and a lot of smut; modern/office au (hope u don't mind), fake dating/marriage; law's a little mean but reader dishes it right back & has a solid bite, so it balances out, i think; also lots of pining and flirting, tiny bit of jealousy, etc.

“absolutely not.”

you place your coffee mug onto the counter and stare, wide-eyed at the tall bastard before you. trafalgar law is the most audacious man you’ve ever met, and even more so, he insists himself upon you whenever he can — almost as if he gets off on seeing you fly off the handle and mouth off at him. men who are handsome like him — dark, enigmatic, a force to be reckoned with if you’re not careful — are a complication that you don’t need in your life.

“a favor,” he says, leaning against the counter, towering over you in a way that makes you want to slap him, “and it’ll just be for one night.” 

again you stare, and shake your head, curls bouncing around in defiance, almost as if they too agree with your decision.

“no. i don’t know how many more times i need to say it for you to get it through your thick skull.”

you’re laying it on thicker than necessary, but the truth of the matter is, law makes you nervous. most people don’t; if anything, you’re the one who intimidates others. but him? you can’t accurately get a read on him, nor can you ever guess what he’s thinking. he always looks at you as if he’s figured you out, giving you sly smiles that make you want to dump your coffee on him daily. your friends say you overreact, your mother implies that there’s something going on between you two — made worse by the fact that law is too damn good at buttering her up with his politeness — and your coworkers are under the impression that you’re one argument away from fucking in the break room.

you don’t know which of those is worse.

“you’re being dramatic,” he counters, tongue running along his bottom lip as he considers switching tactics; you get distracted, stare at his mouth a little too long, which of course catches his attention. a smirk slips onto his lips as he leans forward. “i’ll make it worth your while.”

a scoff leaves your mouth faster than you can stop it. 

he presses his lips together and tries again. “let’s make a bet, then. if i win, you’ll be my date for my friend’s party.” a wedding anniversary of all things; a completely useless affair, but law is loyal to a fault, and he already said he was going and bringing someone. everyone else annoys him, except you; so naturally you’re the perfect candidate. it also helps that he knows you’re as attracted to him as he is to you — you’re just stubborn as hell.

“go on,” you say wearily and dump the remainder of your coffee out in the sink. “what happens when you lose?”

it’s not cockiness that drives him to say, “i won’t lose, but if it does happen, i’ll let you have one of my high profile clients.”

a lucrative deal, one that has you roll your bottom lip in between your teeth, and internally debate as you consider the slight possibility of you losing. on the other hand, if you win you’ll walk out with the satisfaction of beating law at his own game, and scoring another client; this might actually work if you put your mind to it.

“what’s the bet?” you narrow your eyes at him but lose a bit of nerve when you see the heated glance he sends your way; you busy yourself with rinsing your mug out several times over for some reason, the water cold enough to shake those pesky thoughts away from your mind.

law’s mouth curves into a devilish grin as he drops his voice. “i can help you with your,” he pauses, giving you a knowing look, one that brings a silly flush to your face, “little problem.”

if your rising blood pressure doesn’t kill you, his incessant teasing will. “what ‘little’ problem is that?” you’re already regretting this, but you’re too curious to not see this through. “whatever it is, i doubt you’ll actually be able to help, as useless as you are.” it’s not true, he’s far from useless, but you know that if you feed him a compliment, you’ll regret that too. 

“see that’s why your problem will never go away,” he sighs at that before continuing, “i’m talking about the problem where you can’t seem to cum no matter what you do.”

he has more to say, but you shoot forward and clamp your hands around his mouth — his foolish, stupid mouth — muffling the rest of whatever nonsense he wants to spew. “who told you that?” your voice comes out in a harsh whisper, which only makes him laugh behind your hand, his breath tickling your palm, your face growing hotter as you look around to make sure that no one else is around.

there’s no way he’ll reveal that, but you look so cute when you’re all determined like that.

law pries your hands off of him. “it doesn’t matter. so, what do you say?”

you have so many questions, but know if you hurl them at him left and right, he might be prompted to do something and you’re not prepared for what he has in store for you. 

“let me get this straight. if you somehow manage to make me cum,” your voice is so soft, he has to lean close to hear you properly, “i have to accompany you to your friend’s party.”

“it’s a simple bet, really.”

nothing about the bet is simple, but the point is that you’re fairly certain you can win this — if you remain strong, that is.

“fine.” 

you steel your face, hoping that your lip stops quivering so you can appear every bit as unaffected as you claim you are. he doesn’t buy the act, and leans forward, his face just a breath away, the tip of his nose grazing yours; you’re sure he’s going to kiss you and, on instinct, your lips part — you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious or excited over the possibility. 

law tilts his head slightly, envisioning the satisfying checkmate that lies in his future, eyelids lowering, partially obscuring his amber eyes; you swallow thickly and don’t bother taking a step back. you know if you do, you’ll lose — and you’re not sure if the bet has started or not, but you need all the strength you can muster to survive. 

“wonderful,” he says, voice resonant — vibrating against your skin, another bothersome flush stretching over your cheeks, making it impossible to breathe — “see you later, then.” and then, he straightens up and walks away.

small, crescent-shaped indents appear on your palms from how deeply you sink your nails into your skin. it’s not anger you feel at him, so much as it is agitation with yourself. if only he could be a little more predictive, you’d have the upper hand. but, as you watch his retreating form, you realize, belatedly, that maybe — just maybe — you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. you don’t like the thought of that, at all.

you expect him to find you after work, but he leaves early; strange, but not entirely abnormal. to say you’re disappointed wouldn’t be untrue, but you have no intention of openly admitting that. the following morning, he comes in late, grinning and joking with the manager, loud enough to catch your attention. you carefully peek outside of your office, doing your best to look casual and inconspicuous; he feels you watching him, but since your attitude needs a bit of taming, he ignores you. 

normally, law finds a reason to appear at your office around lunchtime, always inviting you to eat with him and a few others — and, while you tend to decline more often than not, you feel a bit unsettled when he doesn’t come by. strange. very, very strange. on the third day you’re sure you’re losing your mind. he hasn’t spoken to you in 72 hours — you haven’t been counting, that would be absurd — which should bring you some semblance of peace and joy, but it doesn’t. 

disappointment makes your coffee taste sour. it sits in your stomach, hard like concrete, impossible to digest, and even more annoying to chip away at.

you think about the way he almost kissed you — and you were very sure he was going to kiss you, if you hadn’t been so opposed to him crowding routinely crowding your space — and the way your skin never fully recovered, a feverish madness taking over your mind, filling every crevice of your thoughts with images of him — his lips, his long fingers, the way he always seems to have some sort of inside joke with himself whenever he looks at you. 

it affects your attitude at work; you snap at your coworkers, refuse to participate in whatever menial meeting the manager tries to drag you to, and spend most of your day in your office. until you can’t take it anymore.

four days, that’s all it takes. he’s impressed with your resolve and even more impressed with the fact that you haven’t cursed him and his future descendants to hell and back for keeping you at bay. he knows that you’re like a dog with a bone, eager to investigate, determined to see things through immediately. but law is much more feline, and enjoys the hunt more than anything. he didn’t know how much longer he could keep away from you, but he’s very grateful that you’ve finally made up your mind about things.

you stomp over to his office on the other end of the hall, barging in, irritation prickling underneath your skin at the sight of one of the temp workers leaning over his desk and going above and beyond with showing him some simple graphs she put together. you don’t like the way her fingers graze his, don’t like the way she intentionally drops her voice to whisper something unintelligible at him, and you really don’t like how he glances up at you, a slow, amused grin spreading onto his lips with ease.

the other woman glances over at you, confusion etched into her pretty face; you absolutely detest her right now. 

“umm,” she starts, straightening up, eyes widening at the sight of you. her nervousness should be a sign for you to ease up a bit, but you don’t. “hi, i’m not sure we’ve met properly yet, but i’m—”

you glance at her for no longer than a few seconds, your indifference pushing you to curtly say, “move.” she stutters over her words, not quite understanding, so you say it in a different way. “get. out.” of the office, you mean. she doesn’t wait for you to say it again. when the door shuts behind her, you march over to him, lips fixed in a thin line, eyes blazing as you jab a manicured finger against his chest. the sight is plenty unprofessional, what with the top buttons of his shirt undone, his jacket draped lazily over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his button up rolled up and exposing his thick forearms. 

you try to ignore it all, but you can’t.

“you,” there’s nothing else you want to say, nothing else you can say; you’ve already scared off the newbie, you know there will be a memo or meeting about it later. but you don’t care; you really, truly don’t. “what is your problem?”

he supposes he likes this side of you best — the petty, jealous side, the one you try to keep hidden but can’t help but let out whenever you feel threatened in the shallowest way. still, he knows better than to say this out loud; he’d like to leave the office in one piece today.

“that was unnecessarily harsh of you,” he says in lieu of answering your question. you’re normally not that venomous, but for some reason, you felt compelled — jealousy is not something you deal with well, and you know you’ll need to apologize properly later, but you can’t think about that right now. all you can think about is somehow wiping that disgustingly handsome look off his face. law grabs your wrist, his long, tattooed fingers wrapping around it securely, the contact from his skin searing you, stirring a frenzy within you, making you want impossible things all at once. your breath catches in your throat the moment he pulls you onto his lap, your brain ceasing any functional capabilities as you straddle him, skirt riding up higher, exposing your thighs, your skin smooth and silky to the touch.

all your fight leaves your body as you concede to your desires.

“took you long enough to come to me.” he presses a single, burning kiss against the inside of your wrist, setting your body and nerves aflame. “four days is a long time, y/n… i’m not a patient man.” he really isn’t, but for you, he always will be.

you roll your eyes, do your best not to whimper when he kisses your other wrist, all your self-preservation and stubbornness melting away. “it’s your fault,” you say childishly, earning a quiet chuckle from him. “you said…”

he raises a brow at you, prompting you to continue.

your nerves almost get the best of you, but you don’t let them win. “you were going to—”

“make you cum, yes.” you’re taking much too long, and the softness of your body only makes it that much more difficult to concentrate on your words; he doesn’t bother hiding his erection, nor does he seem to mind when you jerk your hips against his when he kisses the palm of your hand. 

“god, are you going to make me say it?” you can’t believe him; if you had the energy, you’d slap him, you really would — but you’re tapped out, too hot and bothered to fight him anymore. 

“i’ve never been called god before,” he muses out loud, you narrow your eyes at him and he laughs again. “yes, i need to hear you say it.” because what’s the point if he has to do everything himself?

your throat constricts, face grows hot all over again, and you’re sure you’ll regret this later, but you manage to squeak out, “i want you.” it’s a confession that’s a few years too late, but he’ll take that over rejection any day. you forget that the point is to prevent him from winning his bet, but the idea of him touching you, of him making you beg, makes it impossible to do things the way you want to.

“now, doesn’t that feel good? to say it out loud, finally?” 

his arrogance knows no bounds, but you can’t continue fighting him, not when your body is at its limit. 

“stop teasing me, damn it.”

he really can’t help himself, but he supposes he ought to throw you a bone for coming this far. “sit on the desk,” he says, and releases his hold on your wrists.

when you don’t move, a hardened edge coats each word that comes out of his mouth afterwards. “it’s not a request.” you suppose you might as well listen, there’s no turning back at this point, and you want to get this over with — and prove to yourself that once and for all that you don’t actually like him, that this is a one time thing, and that you’ll be able to move on with your life afterwards.

you’re gravely mistaken, but you don’t know that yet.

he watches you scramble off of his lap and hoist yourself onto his desk, scattering the papers he was reviewing onto the floor. swiveling in his chair to face you, he tilts his head again, eyes darkening as you squeeze your thighs together. the way he unnerves you, the way he makes you want to act out, it’s so unsettling; you want to keep chasing that feeling until you’re certain it’s a fluke.

“do i need to keep spelling things out for you?”

licking your lips, you understand the silent command, tugging your skirt up higher and spreading your legs for him. for a moment, neither of you say anything, a charged tension hanging above both of your heads, making you light-headed as your breathing slows. it’s not like you want him to know, but it’s too hard to hide your arousal, especially with the dampness that stains the front of your panties. 

“take them off.” 

you don’t know what possesses you to listen, but you do, hook your thumbs underneath the lace band of your panties and pull them down slowly. because he’s so dedicated to observing you, he watches carefully, gaze sharp and hawkish, another flush crawling along your face, down your throat, spilling onto your chest — making it difficult to breathe again. he wishes he could capture this all on video, so he could revisit it later, because the sight of you, so vulnerable, practically trembling on his desk as your arousal seeps onto his desk, ruining one of the documents sitting underneath you. 

his laughter isn’t mocking so much as it is just thinly veiled amusement at your compliance; it takes on a life of its own and nestles itself inside of you, warming your chest, making your heart beat faster than necessary. 

law flicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his cock hard enough to make him want to fuck you right then and there; but, because he waited this long already, he’s willing to move at your pace. he runs a finger along your folds slowly, your irritation spiking at the way you melt at his touch, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the insufferable noises that dare to come out of your mouth. he glances at you, disapproving of your choice to keep your true feelings hidden as he stands up suddenly. with his free hand he tugs your lip free, sucking his teeth at your defiance, hand gripping your face roughly.

“i don’t think you understand,” he says briskly, his finger running up and down your slit, a soft whimper prancing along the back of your mouth, tumbling into the air recklessly. “we’re playing by my rules, not yours.” you inhale sharply, eyes widening at his words, your whimpering steadily increasing in volume when he grazes your clit with the tip of his finger. “now,” his lips graze your jaw, breath warm and dizzying, “be a good girl and spread your legs wider.”

you do your best to comply, gasping when you feel him slip his finger inside of you — a welcomed intrusion that has you rolling your hips forward; his eyes never leave yours as he plunges his finger into you, your warm, tight walls squeezing, making him insert another finger in response. you let out a moan, one that you attempt to keep hidden, but his hand slides from your face down to your neck and he wraps his hand around it — a warning, of sorts, for you to behave. you’re not sure if it’s the taboo of fucking in his office, or if it’s just him, but your hips buck against his hand wildly, the fleshy part of his palm bumping against your clit with each thrust of his fingers.

the walls in the office are thick but not soundproof, and you don’t think about any of that when you repeatedly call out his name, his fingers scissoring inside of your throbbing cunt, your arousal dripping down to his wrist. he can tell you hate how much you’re enjoying this right now, which only makes him squeeze your throat — firm enough to hold you still, but not tight enough to bring you any lasting pain. 

“law, w-wait, wait,” you gasp and moan louder, a familiar buildup pooling in your lower abdomen, making your breathing erratic and your mind fuzzy.

“hm, i think i know what the problem is,” he says lightly, curling his fingers, wrist angling so he can reach a spot you’ve never had the pleasure of reaching by yourself. your subsequent cries are music to his ears; he smiles down at you wickedly, a third finger finding its way inside of your pussy. “you’re sensitive.” very sensitive at that. you don’t know what he means, but you don’t question it — after all, his fingers are commanding your body with ease and skill, and where you normally don’t push yourself past this point, possibly in fear of enjoying it too much, he doesn’t let up. law is every bit as relentless as you knew he’d be, finger-fucking you until your words come out garbled, your chest heaving as an orgasm nearly splits you apart.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you can’t believe it, you should be pissed off but you’re not; you’re relieved. he works you through the orgasm and plucks his fingers out when you settle down. releasing his hold around your neck, he takes his time to lick his fingers as shame courses through you. and just when you think he’s done, he pulls you closer and finally kisses you. his tongue thrusts into your mouth, every bit as deadly as his fingers were; you don’t expect tenderness, but you’re surprised by the ferocity behind his kiss. teeth nipping at your lips playfully, you press your chest against his, hands reaching between you so you can unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants.

he didn’t expect you to take initiative, but he’s glad you’re on the same wavelength as him now. pre-cum slithers out of his slit, the head of his cock a reddish-pink, his length heavy in your soft hands. you’re not in the business of dragging things out, so you mumble against his lips, begging him to fuck you — so you can maybe carry on with your day without issue. because he’s such a benevolent person, he acquiesces almost immediately, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance, hands grabbing onto your hips as he snaps his hips forward and buries his cock inside of you. 

stuck in a trance, you lift your hips to meet his, euphoria wrapping around you — an exhilarating rush, magical and overpowering — no matter how many times you imagined this exact scenario, it’s nothing like the real thing. a thundering sound echoes inside of you when he pushes you down onto the desk and drapes your shapely legs over his shoulders. it has you calling out his name so loud that you’re sure the occupants in the neighboring building can probably hear you.

he pulls back before slamming his cock into you again, strokes long and daunting as his thrusts grow frenzied with each passing minute. you can hardly breathe, and he trails kisses down the length of your throat, tongue sampling your skin, enjoying the way you can’t seem to stop clenching around him. he moans against your neck, voice vibrating through you, and you sift your fingers through his hair, yanking when his cock hits a certain spot. law fucks you like you’ve pissed him off somehow, which confuses and arouses you; isn’t this what he wanted? to have you at his mercy, begging him for more?

but, what you fail to understand is that he’s mostly pissed at himself — pissed for taking so long, pissed for not being more frank and straight-forward with his intentions, pissed that you pushed him away when you both could’ve had this. 

and the soft pants that leave your mouth only makes him yearn for you even more; it’s silly, slightly obsessive, but he can’t help it. you’ll be the death of him, surely, but for now, he’ll enjoy this slow descent into madness. “you’re taking me so well,” he says smoothly, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear, “fuck… i don’t think i can let you go after this.” what he means by that is beyond him; it sort of spills out, a small nugget of truth he can’t afford to part with. he powers into you, over and over, your pussy puffy from the ruthless way he fucks you, and when you cum again he follows shortly after, panting, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead as his cum thickly pours into you. 

you inhale deeply, hands clinging onto him, almost as if you’re afraid to let go; similarly he feels every bit as light-headed and drunk off of you. an impressive feat, one he can admit to freely. you’re not sure if he won because he made you cum more than once, or if you did for making him cum hard enough to make him reconsider things. still, you know just as well as he does, that there’s no coming back from this; you can’t simply act as if everything is fine, not when you’ve seen just how much you affect him. you didn’t know — or, rather, you chose not to know — and now that you’re cognizant of it, you’re hooked on him. 

not that he minds, it only makes everything easier; he’s sure that your coworkers are probably collecting on their bets now, after all, the entire office knows just how much you both liked one another. you sealed your fate when you walked into his office, and now that he’s had you, he’s definitely going to keep you.

[silk-scarlet-ribbons]

i just wanted to let u know that your fic about tim drake and the shrimp allergy is making its rounds on dctwt and that i actually liked your fic, and im sorry about people are being mean. i thought it was well written and interesting and its not often i see a fic talking about medical abuse via allergies, which is sadly more common than people realize. i also didnt think that the twist at the end was all that shocking, and i was actually looking forward to it, lol... i also liked the humorous parts, especially jaybin (he was so funny and cute!) so yeah, i hope you have a good day, and keep writing!

Hey anon! If I’m being honest, I didn’t even know much about dctwt (or really anything at all, because I don’t have a twitter lmao), but thank you for the reassurance! There are always going to be people who don’t care for my interpretation of Tim in certain fics and whatnot, and that’s perfectly alright. I mean, I do sort of cobble together what I know from canon with my favorite bits of fanon so it all ends up being some sort of affectionally fucked up amalgamation of everything LOL. There are times I stick more faithfully to my interpretation of canon and there are times when I just don’t, not really. I can’t even really take credit for the shrimp allergy thing, I just read it in one of motleyfam’s wonderful fics and adopted it into my heart lmao.

Anyway, I guess my point is that I’m always going to focus my writing for people who I hope are going to like it— like my lovely friend @silverandsunflowers, who I wrote capillaries for —and try not to linger too much on the comments of people who don’t (ofc, setting aside room for constructive conversation that helps me grow as a writer), because it’ll honestly just make me spiral haha

But I appreciate that you liked it, and I think it’s very sweet that you reached out to say so. You don’t have to apologize for something like that— a kind comment will always stay with me for so much longer than the others. I’m glad you enjoyed the Tim whump and I hope you have a great day ❤️

[acescorazon]

Hiiii not really a question, just wanted to say that I discovered your fics recently on Ao3 and they're all my absolute favourite since then, I'm always looking forward to receiving an email saying that you posted something!!! I just joined Tumblr today and I have no idea how it works ahah but I'm so glad I can follow you there now, because you truly are one of my fav fic writers. Your Buggy is always absolutely perfect and he did not help with my obsession over his character eheh. Anyway, thank you for your good work, and know that the way you write Buggy influences me a lot on how I perceive him and how he acts in my AU (not actually writing anything, just creating little world in my head eheh). Oh and also: it's thanks to you that I now ship Buggy with Mihawk and Crocodile! Since I've only seen the live action, I didn't really know enough about Mihawk and, obviously, nothing about Crocodile; but because of your fics I now ship them SO much. Thanks to you, Buggy has 3 boyfriends in my AU and he's very glad ahah. Anyway, it's a long message for nothing but I guess the most important thing here is: thank you, keep your amazing work <3

I'M ABOUT TO WRITE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS RESPONSE.

Hiiiiiiii bbyyy :((( Thank you for writing me something so nice! I really appreciate it!!! Nice comments and asks like these really make my day and i mean that!! Thank you!!! Tumblr is shit (derogatory) but it could be worse, it could be tw- Jk it's not that bad here and i think you'll like it :) Also ofc thank you for the follow :) Thank you for everything really! I could write an essay on Buggy alone but i won't...not today at least kljlsdjksdjlakjsdasdas. nobody asked but i'm obsessed with the idea of Buggy being a brat and or just a little shit in general which is why i often write him the way i do LMAO. He's a funny little guy, and i love him in the live action as much as i love him in the anime/manga but i think he could be a little more pathetic. i do remember seeing the trailer tho and being like "lol" but two seconds later being like..."Idk...WHY'S HE KINDA..." LMAOOOOO. i don't know if you write or draw but if you do, then you should cook something up. ((We support and encourage others in this household.)) also bestie. B E S T IE. Best friend. i ain't telling you how to live your life but if you have access to the Shounen Jump app wherever you live and you got 2.99 (some of us don't, no hate here.) and if you got some time, then i recommend you read a little story called one piece LMAOOOO. I ain't one of those people who will tell you it gets good in ch/ep 80938423984023984023948 lol. i've liked it since the beginning but thats ME. You ain't gotta read or watch all of that shit to know if something's good and if you like it lmao, or at least that's how i feel. anyways it seems like it takes 80 years to get through but that's really only bc of the pacing in the anime lol, it comes out weekly and ofc the animation studio wouldn't want to catch up with the actual manga sooooo they act a lil sily in terms of pacing LMAO. it's still that bitch in my opinion though, but that's my opinion and you can see that it has 1000+ episodes and be like ..."i aint watching all that shit." LMAO FAIR. IT'S GOOD THO. BOTH THE ANIME AND MANGA ARE GOOD!!! and they both have their pros and cons when it comes to consuming them. ANYWAYYYYYYS. yeah if you have like, time, 2.99, And the shounen jump app is available wherever you are (also u can go to like Viz's official website and your shounen jump subscription will carry through there too :) ) THEN I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE PIECE!!! (btw you can read 100 chs A DAY of op or they have other mangas too bby YEEEEEE) or if you have time then i also recommend watching the anime its... it's that bitch, i don't know. If you do end up liking it then netflix can help you take a nice bite out of the series, there's also like funimation/crunchyroll... or... *whispers* there are other...ways...to watch the anime....*whispers* ...are you a cop? LMAOOOOOO.

It's really good though with a whole bunch of lovable characters that the live-action doesn't even begin to be able to get into. you didn't ask, you didn't ask, but me personally, my favorite arc is Alabasta, which is the place they should be going to next season in the live action!! it also introduces one of my favorite little villains: Crocodile!!! idk i love it and i love him LOLLLL which i shouldn't bc he's...he's not a good man but i'm 26 i'm allowed to like toxic anime men, i've earned that right. (also you can like things and criticize them/acknowledge their flaws.) ANYWAYS, ANYWAYS, I'M RAMBLING, but yeah, it's good eating, and i highly suggest you get into the actual series if you liked the live action because the series itself is more in depth. Plus, P L U S, there's more Mihawk, Crocodile, and Buggy content AND THATS A WIN TO ME. lajsldajskdajsdlasjd. it's fun and as an added bonus there's a sense of community and you can always come back here and scream your thoughts to me (and everyone else) if you like it. Like i'm honored by your compliments but nothing i write could ever compare to the actual series itself LOLLLLL.

ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH!!!! ILYYYYY!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY, A GOOD WEEK, A GOOD YEAR!!!!!!!!!! MUAH!!!!!

[noogit9000]

Noogit9000’s 2023 (DCA) Fic List

Preface:

Before I started reading fan fiction this past year, I hadn’t actually read anything for fun in about five years. The work that these authors shared has gotten me through one of the toughest times I’ve ever been through and has helped me grow as an artist. I even ended up writing something of my own this month, which is a leap I wouldn’t have taken if it weren’t for these works and authors. I have an immense appreciation for these.

Here is a compilation of all the fics I had read this past year!

Bamsara’s Solar Lunacy

This is the fic that got me into the dca fandom as well as reading fics in general. I owe this author a lot for the connections I’ve made through this fandom.

I also highly recommend these other works by Bamsara:

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks)

Also some more Solar Lunacy stuff that I really enjoyed:

Bytes of Lunacy

Simply, a Head Cold

Wireless Behavior

Three Days, Three Nights, One Eclipse

Saturday Night Insomnia

This author also introduced me to Cult of the Lamb and has a delectable fic for it:

The Rehabilitation of Death

This one is a highly praised Invader Zim series that I had started reading and am enjoying so far:

Cryptids, Emotions, And The Possible End Of The World

Alright on to the next one;

Naffeclipse’s Cryptid Sightings

The thing about Naffeclipse’s writing is that each story has its own unique flavor that really makes them stand out from one another as its own Magnum Opus level piece. When I’m recommending fics to others, I’ll always throw in “anything Naffeclipse has written” because you truly can’t get the whole range without reading all of them.

Other works that I feel are a must-read include

The Sleuth Jesters Series

These ones are all unique merfics:

Apex Polarity

Crush Depth

Soul Bound to the Astral Sea

These are just the ones I’ve read, I personally aim to read the rest of the collection as well.

Holding the World Series by StarvingMe and SmuttySkitty

These authors have delivered some of the most memorable scenes I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. I think about them a lot.

I See You, Sundrop! by ShiraCheshire

This particular one just so happens to be the best written work I have ever read. I had picked up the fic just as it was concluding and spent a week straight just reading. Every chapter is a memorable one. I think about moments from this fic on a near daily basis.

So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar

Gotta be some of the best original characters written. I really like the characterizations in this author’s works and I look forward to seeing the development of their own IP.

Also read:

Bethroned

This one has some delicious world building.

Ghost in the Machine by Qwille

If you came into this fandom through the UTMV/Sans pipeline, you’re gonna love this one. This is one of those fics that is practically it’s own IP and has its own dedicated fan base.

Celestial Sundown by Clutterspace

This is I think the second fic I’d ever read for this fandom. I especially love the character designs and the original characters. What a beautiful world to have been born of a literal dream.

To Understand You by Dysfunk

When I saw this in my list I went “awww I love that one!” Tender moments and an excellent action sequence that will have you on the edge of your seat.

Holler If You Need Us by CasterCassette

Cowboys! I am a sucker for old western type stories, and this author crafts it perfectly. The artwork is iconic and this was one of the fics that I was really looking forward to reading on my “fic hit list” hehe.

Video Killed The Radio Star by TiaAndLulu

Also one that I highly anticipated after seeing some eye-catching artwork. As a WTNV fan, I love me the allure of the mysterious voice on the radio.

Alrighty, folks!

This concludes my 2023 fic list!

I’ve read at least a million words this year. I’ve taken up the role of a serial commenter. I’ve created a little bit of fan art, even.

I’ve experienced worlds and lived lives through these incredible works. I’ve talked my siblings’ ears off about them. No amount of blabbering could properly articulate the impact these works have had on me as a reader, a writer, an artist, a storyteller.

Thank you,

And here’s to another year of reading copious amounts of fan fiction!

[urszn]

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HEART TO HEART from esther.

( @soov ) REI ! — to be honest i was quite surprised that you even followed me back, lowkey was scared of u maybe bc i thought u were cool and i’ve seen ur pics in my recommended all the time, your so sweet tho and super funny ! i love when we gang up on ppl (..sia and mari) absolutely love when we do tomato tomato, anyways i look forward to ur fics since ur so talented! love you rei <3

( @wonieleles ) SIA ! — my pookie oh my god! ur fics are so good like scrumptious LMAO ok but fr i remember liking ur jungwon smau and then u asked to be on my taglist and i said how i liked ur smau, i was so scared to say if we could be friend and then like a month later i think we followed each other and you sent an ask saying hi and boom we started texting, so glad u sent that hi ask bc imagine if u didn’t omg? ur so smart and talented seriously tho ur such a nerd which i love abt u ! even tho sometimes i bully u, ur writing is so good and i hope you know that!! also u give such a good advise and ur so funny, love you sia !!

( @lov3niki ) KIMMY ! — rizzy kimmy omg i remember the day you followed me, someone tagged me in one of those games and i reblogged it and then u followed me bc u also participated in the game,, tell me why i was so shocked and excited when u followed me cause i fr ate up ur smaus and i think i sent an ask saying hi and the rest is history. ok but i love texting u abt ideas and i love feeding into ur delusions abt riki and then sending u those sneak peaks of my smaus omg,, seriously appreciate u always liking all my posts and commenting, one of the best ppl on this app fr and u definitely deserve all those followers bc gosh u make such good fics,, excited for ur upcoming work kimmy, love you always.

( @aerisfy ) AERI ! — no bc seriously ur blog is breathtaking!! ur so talented? ur carrd, ur account and basically everything you do makes me happy, if i’m not mistaken i think u tagged me in the game thingy and i was lowkey really happy bc most of my moots never interacted with me ! i love talking to you? ur so relatable and fun to text with, and pretty sure ur like one of the first ppl to actually me, i love giving u advice and helping with stuff and all ur smaus sound so good like ?!???! they’re so good !! always text me when u want to, i love you <3 mwah

( @flowers4thalia ) QUINN ! — even though we don’t interact much i always see you like my stuff like fr it’s so nice and whenever you do send asks they’re always to positive and cute !!! i can’t say much rn but please definitely interact with me more <3

( @yenqa ) YEN ! — i’ll be honest i was scared of u. NOT IN A BAD WAY i just felt like reblogged a lot of ur moots posts and UR ACCOUNT IS PRETTY no seriously so pretty and i love ur riki smau omg it’s so good and i think ur in my taglist for my smau so i was like ahhh anyways thank you for supporting me!! i’ll continue to support you too ur so kind and supportive and everyone needs a yen(qa) in their life’s, love u pookie <33

( @mokiverse ) MOKI ! — THE MOST DOWN TO ESRTH SWEETEST KINDEST PERSON EVER. my little mochi <33 everyone needs to send ml a inbox message that says just positive things!!! theme is so pretty first of all, so glad we did those matching profiles with kimmy, already have a lot of respect for u even tho we texted like a little bit but seriously,, ur funny, talented, positive, gives good advise ?!? like what so sweet i’m def adding more to this later but already my little mochi, continue smiling and being urself my love <33

( @trsrina ) INA ! — now where do i start…ina my first moot my love my pookie my yunjin my 1/2 number one honestly, u and yeni my fav ppl seriously, so thankful u started texting me!! i think i already showed u that ss of when we were interacted, genuinely so happy that i’m able to see ur account grow, ur fics are so good, i’ll be ur number one supporter no matter what idc, every time we talk it’s just like a stress reliever like ur so understanding and patient everyone who’s moots with you is so lucky bc ur just so kind and lovely, and ur funny ur such a green flag like ?!?? love you so much ina idk what else to tell u,, u basically saw my account grow with me :( like i think i had barley 100 when we started texting, and i’m just super thankful for you,, my yunjin!

( @yeniiverse ) YENII ! — I COULD NEVER FORGET MY CHAEWON gosh ur so funny, make me laugh out loud 24/7 i remember meeting you omg i was taken aback bc u were funny like i’m so serious everyone go talk to my chae bc she’ll make you laugh and SHES TALENTED GUYS !!! like wtf best combo fr me you and ina my loves,, i think you followed me like when i had 200 and i was scared of taking to ppl but YOU omg so glad u said hi !! and you’ll always listen to ppl like i can’t appreciate you enough !!! the chaewon to my sakura, my pookie, my 1/2 number one, i’ll add more for you soon dw ml tbh i’m tired!! but expect there to be more later ;) stay being funny and making ppl laugh <33

( @hanniluvi ) SOPH ! — maknae of saf <33 ok so i think i told u already but u fr scared me, u were actually one of the first ppl who i followed after i saw u talked with sona LMAO no but i fr was scared to even check ur account cause like u always posted for ur smaus and they’re actually good like ?!? i was impressed cause u fr remind me to update im so serious like ajajkaka ok but now that we talk wowow most nicest, understanding, interesting, funniest person ever, ur so sweet and ofc sonas other half, u seriously deserve everything !! like u update constantly and give good advise too !!! love u it girl soph,, hopefully yk who sees this cause they’re ur biggest fan LMAO love u soph <33

( @son4taa ) SONA ! — SAFS FAKE MAKNAE AKA OLD GRANDMA AKA ANCIENT,, IM JP IM JP my fav old lady tho, even though u have L rizz and ur ancient ur actually really cool, soph other half yk, ok but… fun fact ur the first person i followed apparently,, which is cool bc we didn’t start taking till like a couple weeks but seriously so talented ,hardworking , show stopping, entertaining, funniest ppl, u also scared btw like how tf do u post consistently?!!! no but fr everyone needs a sona GO FOLLOW SONA,, love you ancient pookie <33

( @sunoksunny ) SUNNY ! — AMAZING SPECTACULAR SHOW-STOPPING, like everything evey single time u say something it’s just the facts, rei’s gf OMG !!? no but i always saw u in my other moots accounts, but did i ever say anything ?!? nope :( but it’s okay cause we talk now !! BUT UR CARRD AMAZING !!! i think i saw some videos of u in the gc of u dancing ? not sure but if yes then ur so talented what ?!?? i did ballet like for a bit BUT SERIOUSLY SUNNY IS SUNNY , my lil sunshine yk always backing me up tbh against sia LMAO but fr stay being urself and don’t let other bring u down

( @blossomnct ) MEG ! — oh em gee MEG BÆ seriously love you, ur so sweet and chaotic, everyone loves meg seriously aka i do, always will be megs cheerleader, so happy we’ve became moots, and also always interacts with me !! and when you say hi to me when i say hi in the gc >>> like meg never ignores anyone, i love meg, meg is life. love you pookie.

just a little something to appreciate my moots

more ppl to be added ! want to be added comment here !