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Aaa tua escrita é perfeita, não consigo sair do teu perfil!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Gostaria de saber se você poderia escrever algo com a Irene?

YOU PAINTED ME GOLDEN — pt 1.

PAR: bae joo-hyun (irene) x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: smut, fluff e um tiquinho de angst

avisos: inspirado levemente em “o príncipe cruel” de holly black, casamento arranjado, irene e leitora são princesas, elas se odeiam, irene é feérica, leitora é humana, tem uma referência pequenininha a "queen charlotte" da netflix, menções à sangue e um toquinho de leve no que é a construção patriarcal que se chama virgindade e tudo que isso envolvia na época mas eu nem me aprofundo muito (é mais um adendo caso você ache essas coisas meio bleh mas é uma fantasia então eu adaptei bastante coisa do nosso mundo nessa fic), masturbação feminina (irene recebe), voyerismo, uma orgia básica (leitora não participa), oral!fem (irene recebe). vai ter continuação, se vocês gostarem ❤️

ME PERDOA PELA DEMORA SÉRIO! primeiro, queria agradecê-los pelos 100k 😭😭 vocês são uns amores e eu adoro escrever pra vocês. em segundo lugar, obrigada pelos elogios!! queria pedir desculpas pela demora catastrófica que esse pedido levou pra ficar pronto mas estava sem ideias e precisei pensar em algo um pouco novo pra desenvolver o pedido. não sei se ficou exatamente como você queria ou se você conhece a obra no qual essa história foi inspirada mas eu espero que você tenha gostado! curtam o pornô de fada 💀

Você era a princesa mais cobiçada do reino humano. Tão bela que parecia ter sido esculpida pelos próprios Deuses, cada detalhe. Desde o fio mais fino de cabelo até as perfeitas imperfeições que a tornavam tão real e individual. Desde pequena, tinha conhecimento de que seu grande dever seria casar-se bem, considerando que seu pai já possuía filhos homens para ascenderem ao trono. Sua tarefa era manter o status social da família. A graciosidade que carregava sempre ajudou nas milhares de propostas nas quais recebia.

Entretanto, sabendo que o pai nunca admitiria isso, uma das razões que explicavam a existência de tantas negativas em suas proposições matrimoniais era a falta de dinheiro que seu reino enfrentava. E nenhum dos reinos humanos ao seu redor parecia muito melhor do que o de vocês. Logo, requeria a combinação perfeita em seu casamento. Decente e rico.

A única esperança restante da parentela, seu irmão já casado não podia fazer muito pelas condição financeira de vocês. Você já não guardava rancor, mesmo que achasse engraçada a situação em que um futuro rei fosse tão impotente para com o próprio reino, até escolherem sua salvação por você.

"Vamos, irmãzinha, desfaça essa cara. Você sabe que papai vai ficar bravo se você receber a princesa Joo-Hyun assim", Taryn se senta ao seu lado, a camisa amassada é um indício claro que passou a noite fora. O pai de vocês ficará mais bravo com isso do que com qualquer careta que possa direcionar à princesa. "Entendo que a odeie, mas se lembre que estamos fazendo algo grande aqui. O Grande Experimento é como papai está chamando. Feéricos e humanos pela primeira vez em séculos."

"Não, você não entende porque não está casando com ela. Todos ouvimos os rumores de como eles são, creio que haja um motivo insanamente plausível pelo qual não nos misturamos há séculos", você rebate, irritada demais para distinguir que estava agindo feito criança. "Meu casamento deveria servir de segurança financeira para nossa família e não ser um experimento onde posso acabar morta."

O que poderia acontecer se alguma coisa desse errada? Seu irmão não lhe poupou esforços em responder mesmo que tivesse certeza de que nenhuma dúvida tivesse sido esboçada verbalmente.

"O pior que pode acontecer é ela acabar te matando", revelou ele zombeteiro.

Revirando os olhos, você respondeu: "Isso não parece muito desagradável pra você."

"Não diga coisas de tamanho descortês, querida", uma terceira voz se fez presente fazendo com que você e seu irmão virem suas cabeças em direção a ela.

Thomas é seu pai e o único que consegue separar as alfinetadas entre você e Taryn por tempo suficiente até que ele se canse, é uma dádiva. Você sempre diz isso. O irmão ao seu lado faz uma careta pelo que você vê no canto do olho e seu pai logo o repreende. Em ocasiões assim você quase, e enfatizando o quase, fica com pena de seu sangue. Preso em um casamento sem amor e sempre procurando satisfação na calada da noite.

Contudo, seu pai estava assinando-a para um destino não muito dessemelhante. Não ocorriam-lhe motivos para ser diferente de Taryn agora.

"Você está fedendo a uísque, trate de se trocar antes que a família Bae chegue e resolva desmanchar o casamento de sua irmã por conta de seus comportamentos vis", o patriarca ataca com um semblante sério e você não consegue disfarçar a carranca. "Já conversamos sobre isso, tesouro, está feito."

É claro que estava. Você nunca tinha chance nenhuma de dizer nada nos últimos tempos, seu pai parecia empenhado em amenizar a repulsão entre humanos e feéricos e, com isso, destruir sua possível felicidade. Como uma jovem teimosa, você bateu o pé ignorando o farfalhar das saias de seu vestido.

"Acho que são nulas as chances de tentar convencê-lo do contrário, papai", você responde amargurada.

"Você sabe que não me traz ventura alguma mandá-la para aquela Corte, mas...", e honestamente precisaria de algum acréscimo após tal revelação? Não tinha dúvidas de que era amada, seu pai nunca havia sido uma má figura para si enquanto crescia. Mas não deveria existir um 'mas' ali.

Não importava o quão complicada fosse a situação.

"Mas sua alternativa de paz é enviar sua única filha para lá em troca de não morrermos de fome", resmungando você se virou para frente. De repente rezando para conhecer sua noiva logo e acabar de uma vez com tudo aquilo. "Foi para o que eu nasci, de qualquer jeito."

Sua cunhada, que raramente aparece, estava certa, afinal, você pensa. Poucas pessoas em sua pele deviam casar por amor, tinha de se acostumar com sua realidade logo. O que deveria ser um conto de fadas se tornou o tipo de história que suas amas lhe contavam antes de dormir afim de torná-la mais obediente. Existiu um período de tempo em que criaturas mágicas e humanos conviviam em harmonia, você deve achar, mas há muito teria deixado de ser como tal. O reino feérico e o reino humano eram dois mundos separados por um portal pequeno, no qual eram proibidos de atravessarem a não ser que desejassem a morte eminente.

Lá, conheciam apenas a escuridão da noite e eram tão infames quanto eram devassos.

Nenhuma alma viva sabia dizer exatamente quando o desprezo entre mundos teria dado início a uma era insaciável de guerras, mas rumores corriam que um deles teria exterminado uma vila mundana há milênios atrás. Desde então, era inconcesso o contato entre seres mundanos e seres mágicos. Seu trabalho era extinguir tal inimizade. Por isso, trajava vestes diferentes das costumeiras. Escutou histórias sobre o estilo de vida dos feéricos e como encaravam o código de vestimenta mundano.

Era impróprio mostrar mais que centímetros de sua canela, quem dirá ter tanta pele exposta como tinha ali. O vestido de mangas compridas era de uma tonalidade tão escura de azul que poderia ser confundida com a noite, um low cut que mostrava bem o formato de seus seios formados e a fenda lateral expunha sua perna causando-lhe arrepios de frio. Os cabelos caíam como ondas por suas costas com uma tira dourada e enfeitada de cobras, o dourado ornava perfeitamente com a vermelhidão aplicada nos lábios.

Uma maneira de agradá-los por irem até ali, coisa nada costumeira da Corte.

O som das portas se abrindo te fez despertar. A família real feérica era incrivelmente longa, você se deu conta, quando viu pelo menos quatro cabeças femininas adentrarem o cômodo após os mais velhos e atrás delas, três homens idênticos. Provavelmente trigêmeos. Eram apresentados em retrospecto, mas você mal podia ouvir alguma coisa. Sucedia-se de recordar dos contos sobre a beleza feérica, as orelhas pontudas e os traços mágicos que pareciam desenhos de tão surreais. Sem embargo, jamais urdiu tamanha beleza em seus sonhos mais selvagens.

Uma princesa em particular chamava sua atenção, como o canto de uma das sereis das histórias de suas amas. A pele tão pálida que podia assemelhar-se à luz do luar em um dia de lua cheia, os olhos castanhos, não tão escuros mas não tão claros tinham o desenho perfeito para suas pálpebras. Cada fio de sua sobrancelha cabalmente alinhado. Todos esses detalhes que pareciam se fechar com a boca que formavam uma carranca, aos seus olhos, intencional.

Contudo, sua maquiagem não remetia aos anjos para os quais rezavam todas as noites. O que seus olhos tinham de suaves, o delineado preto fazia com que se tornassem felinos e sua pele brilhava em cantos que jamais ponderou serem possíveis. Um brilho quase dourado, os lábios pintados de uma cor tão nude que remetiam ao marrom. Os acessórios em suas orelhas, braços e pescoço todos eram ouro puro.

O vestido preto continha uma fenda desde o vale de seus seios até o umbigo, com detalhes dourados cercando a abertura. Ombreiras auríficas portavam uma enorme capa preta, se conectando diretamente ao seu colar de serpente. Quase que por instinto, você tocou os cabelos indiretamente. Então, aquela seria sua noiva. Bae Joo-Hyun.

"E essa deve ser a adorável jovenzinha que estávamos falando durante todas essas luas! Oh, querida, é um prazer conhecê-la!", o que você assumiu ser a matriarca da família silvou em sua direção. Os olhos pareciam com olhos de cobra e você se assustou um pouco, não perdendo a forma como a mulher agarrou seus braços em um abraço apertado ladeado.

Você olhou desnorteada para seu pai, que sorria encorajando-a, e por isso, respirou fundo. Necessitava de aproveitar o máximo que pudesse, teriam um jantar onde conversariam sobre melhores formas de juntar os dois povos e então, não veria as paredes deste castelo por um bom tempo. Estaria presa lá, sabe-se quanto tempo permaneceria viva na Corte Feérica, tão diferente da sua.

Era sua última chance de estar em casa.

Descobriu posteriormente, os nomes de suas futuras irmãs e irmãos. Ainda que a explicação viesse de uma forma um tanto confusa. O rei de Attadolon teria se casado cinco vezes, uma para cada herdeiro sentado em sua mesa. A última esposa era a mulher com cara de cobra e um silvar estranho em sua língua. Seu irmão parecia estranhamente atraído por ela ao seu lado. A cada cinco minutos, se lembrava de chutar distraidamente sua perna para que ele não causasse outra guerra entre raças.

Kim Yerim é a mais nova e, portanto, a mais entusiasmada de todos. A princesa sempre pareceu absurdamente interessada em quaisquer assunto mundano puxado por seu pai e, por isso, não admitiria mas teria ganhado seu coração. Um pouquinho. Com ela, talvez, não fosse tão difícil fingir sorrisos gentis e educados. Park Soo-Young era mais reservada e parecia conter Yerim continuadamente quando via que a irmã assustada algum de vocês com sua exultação. Existiam os trigêmeos, que não falavam muito, mas você teria descoberto seus nomes. Lee Taeyong, Lee Hong-gi e Lee Hyuk-jae. Kang Seulgi era a que encarava toda a situação com deboche e provocava um comentário ofensivo de vez em quando, era bastante bonita. Você era incapaz de notar, todos eles eram. Mas a beleza de Seulgi era semelhante a da irmã ao seu lado, algo quase mítico.

Referindo-se a ela, Joo-Hyun te encarava a todo o momento. Tinha a certeza de que previamente a se sentarem à mesa, os olhos castanhos dela já seguiam cada passo que ameaçava dar. Mas ao contrário de Kang, a princesa Bae não carregava um sorriso escarnioso em sua face. Permanecera com a mesma expressão impassiva de antes, a postura reta intocável lhe atraía ainda mais pela forma como seus seios quase pulavam pelo decote. Você sentiu seu rosto corando quando ela desceu o olhar lentamente de você para o próprio busto, notando seu particular interesse.

Foi a primeira vez que viu um brilho malicioso no olhar da feérica. Também tinha a certeza que teria sido a primeira vez em que ela veria seu rosto vermelho de vergonha, o que a fez notar que ela não era a única lhe olhando.

Falavam contigo.

"Sim?", quis saber desconectando-se de qualquer possibilidade de que tivessem visto qualquer interação entre você e a futura mulher que chamaria de esposa. As mãos em seu colo se apertavam tanto que os nós de seus dedos estavam brancos.

A rainha sorriu gentil. "Perguntei se está contente, querida? Afinal, logo partiremos para Attadolon!"

"Ela provavelmente nos odeia, mamãe, duvido que esteja animada para pisar os pés em uma terra no qual ouviu atrocidades sobre a vida inteira", Seulgi respondeu por você. A pequena sementinha do caos, você decidiu apelidá-la em sua mente.

Respirou fundo, vendo seu pai tomar partido.

"Não, jamais! Minha filha está apenas sem palavras, sempre foi uma criança quieta e tímida como lhe informei sobre nas cartas. Especialmente após a morte da mãe, pobrezinha. Se fechou tanto", continuou ele fingindo pesar. Desacreditada, você o encarou.

Ele mal tinha o hábito em mencionar a falecida esposa que lhe chocava a maneira natural como teria-na usado para uma desculpa tão banal, fazia sua respiração tropeçar e falhar visivelmente. A cena pareceu interessante para Joo-Hyun que se inclinou minimamente, os olhos presos em você. Queria gritar para que ela se virasse.

"Meu pai está certo, é apenas tudo muito novo para mim. Contudo, tenho certeza de que vou amar a Corte Feérica assim que a vê-la. Pelas histórias, parece encantadora", você retrucou encarando Kang Seulgi diretamente.

Ela riu alto. "Isso, eu vou gostar de ver."

Yerim, no entanto, pareceu pressentir a confusão se formando e interrompeu com sua voz suave e sobressaída perante ao mínimo murmúrio que se formava entre os trigêmeos.

"Talvez seja sábio que começasse a arrumar suas coisas, deixar tudo organizado para quando formos", ela proferiu gentil. E você, aproveitando a oportunidade de sair dali, assentiu.

Agradecendo e se retirando brevemente da sala de jantar, onde o clima era tão pesado que podia ser cortado com uma faca.

O caminho para seus aposentos não deveria demorar tanto quanto demorou, mas ali estava você abrindo a porta de tais e encarando as bagagens empilhadas. Não havia mais nada a ser feito, a não ser esperar a hora, mas gostava de fingir que precisava de alguma coisa daquele quarto para tornar aquele lugar mais parecido com sua casa. Portanto, permaneceu ali dedilhando seu espelho. O silêncio é bem recebido ao mesmo tempo que não é. Por um lado, você consegue respirar fundo agora, suas mãos secando rápido em comparação ao ar gélido. Pelo outro, você sabe exatamente quando passos contidos e elegantes são dados em direção a onde você estava.

Seu pai ou irmão.

Bae Joo-Hyun não podia ser vista com você, pelo menos não sem uma acompanhante. E os passos eram únicos. Contudo, sua futura esposa não assemelhava-se a alguém que se importava com regras, aparecendo de forma sobejante ao batente da porta. Despojava seus braços cruzados e as unhas pretas e gigantes eram visíveis agora.

"Não julgo necessário tantas malas assim", foram as primeiras palavras que proferiu em sua direção. A voz dela não era nada do que esperava, grossa ou sedutora como a de Seulgi. Sempre à espreita para atingi-la. Não obstante, era semelhante. Joo-Hyun continha um vocábulo suave e silencioso. Como se sussurrasse. Ser humilhada por alguém assim deveria ser bem pior. "Temos roupas para você em Attadolon."

A julgar por sua expressão nada surpresa, massageou o vão entre suas sobrancelhas disfarçadamente afim de dissipar o franze entre elas.

"Agradeço a gentileza, princesa, mas gosto das minhas roupas. Estarei as levando comigo", teimou. Joo-Hyun, todavia, suspirou expirou pesadamente. Mas se estava irritada, sua face não demonstrava.

"Não serão necessárias. Serão descartadas assim que chegarmos a Corte", ela insistiu tomando dois passos em sua direção. Os ornamentos dourados em sua orelha brilhavam, dando destaque perfeito a forma pontiaguda da mesma. Parecia uma figura direto de um livro infantil, sua expressão não afetada, no entanto, nada se assemelhava.

Seu choque, aparentemente, não surtia efeito ali.

"Como é?", questionou.

"Você se casará comigo, a herdeira do trono. Será a futura rainha consorte de Attadolon e deverá se vestir como tal", explicou a princesa. Deixando com que digerisse suas palavras, Joo-Hyun se aproximou de você levantando a mão fina e assustadora com suas unhas, que mais pareciam garras de perto, e enrolou alguns fios de seu cabelo no próprio dedo. "É metade feérica agora que entrou para a família real. Aconselho que se acostume com isso."

O sendeiro pedregulhoso foi um obstáculo e tanto em sua viagem, mas vez por outra a voz de Yerim tagarelando durante todo o percurso foi uma boa distração. A carruagem que a levou não equiparava tamanha grandiosidade, porém, era de se esperar que a partir dali a magia fosse um detalhe obstinado de sua vida. Com certeza, maior por dentro, o condutor branco e dourado levava toda a família de Joo-Hyun e você.

As lágrimas da despedida ainda estavam secas em sua bochecha quando se virou lentamente e viu seu pai acenando ao longe, seu irmão continha uma careta que você já sabia reconhecer como choro e sorriu afetada com isso. Apenas carregava consigo uma pequena sacolinha com seu espelho favorito e colar de pérolas que pertenceu à sua mãe. Joo-Hyun estava certa, as malas foram dispensadas quando tomaram consciência de que suas necessidades ali eram roupas.

Deixava ali sua parte humana para trás.

“Você vai amar Attadolon, estão todos muito ansiosos para conhece-la”, tentou Yerim. Você esforçou um sorriso trêmulo, que claramente atingiu a boa fé da menina que pareceu receosa em ter te magoado. Soo-Young interferiu repousando sua mão sob a da irmã, com um sorriso contido indicando apoio.

“A fiança de que será uma incrível consorte para nossa irmã, princesa, é tamanha. Perdoe-me a falta de jeito de Yerim, estamos apenas tentando-lhe fazer sentir-se em casa”, a Park concluiu. Era a primeira vez que ouviu sua voz. Um pouquinho nasalada, mas te lembrava as breves melodias tocadas no piano por seu pai.

“Obriga…”, mas você foi interrompida antes que pudesse agradecer propriamente as duas. Pareciam tão gentis, mas Seulgi grunhiu deslizando brevemente em seu assento ao lado de Joo-Hyun.

“Essa distribuição concórdia entre vocês está me deixando nauseada. Hospitalidade não vai transfigurar o que somos para ela”, balbuciou entediada.

Um estalo foi ouvido e você viu a rainha sibilar algo em voz baixa para a menina antes de se virar para você, os olhos mais claros do que nunca. Eram como os de uma víbora pronta para o ataque, mas não carregavam maldade. Apenas irritação. Esperava que não fosse direcionado a si.

“Absolva-nos do julgamento por desmedida malcriação de minha filha, princesa”, ela silvou em questionamento. Você apenas assentiu tímida. Não existia uma escolha onde não os perdoava, seria parte daquilo agora. Facilitaria sua vida se não os fizessem odiá-la.

O rei de Attadolon suspirou vagamente colocando a mão no rosto e, rapidamente, você pôde ver marcas de queimadura em sua mão. Franzindo o cenho, divagou consigo mesma antes que sentisse um olhar em sua direção. Joo-Hyun tinha as mãos conjuntas em seu colo e lhe observava firmemente. A expressão vazia permanecia, mas por trás de tudo, via faíscas de raiva pegando fogo por suas irises escuras. Os lábios carnudos naquele tom caído de sempre apenas ajudando na carranca natural.

Quiçá, não seria somente os pedregulhos que dificultariam sua chegada.

Mas o castelo não era muito longe assim que atravessaram o portal, era visível há quilômetros de distância. A neblina o tornava mais macabro do que parecia assim como toda sua terra, mas ele tinha uma tonalidade mais preta quase que puxada ao verde e as torres eram infinitamente mais pontiagudas. Ao sair da carruagem com a ajuda do cocheiro, sentiu o cheiro pressentido de barro molhado mistura com lavanda. Era bom e ruim ao mesmo tempo.

O interior do castelo era mais amistoso, decorado em tons de dourado e vermelho, continha uma escadaria enorme que davam para os quartos e milhares de serviçais andavam para lá e para cá. Os trigêmeos já se dispersavam quando foram chamados pelo rei.

“Nem pensem em fugir dessa vez, quero todos os três prontos em duas horas”, foi a rainha quem se pronunciou. Um deles, o mais polido de todos, assentiu reverenciando a mulher. Um sorrisinho debochado adornando a face. “Taeyong..”

“Como queira, minha rainha”, zombou ele se afastando com os irmãos. Ao passar por você, assentiu brevemente com a cabeça. Você viu triplicado mas sabia que seria um hábito quando estivesse perto deles agora. “Princesa.”

“Ah, e você querida! Suas damas de companhia já estão à espera para prepará-la, peço que suba o mais rápido possível. Estão esperando”, ela pediu afobado. As mãos finas te empurrando escada acima.

Confusa, você olhou de um lado para o outro. Esperando? Tinha a noção de que a noite naquele lugar era infinita mas aquelas pessoas certamente deviam ter momentos de descanso, não? Ou saberiam esperar que sua futura rainha estivesse exausta da viagem? Teria de encará-los hoje?

“Me esperando? Pensei que fôssemos recebê-los amanhã”, murmurou. A monarca sibilou uma risada que mais parecia uma cobra aprontando o ataque.

“O tempo se move diferente aqui, preferimos nos referir somente em horas e minutos. Dias não são úteis para nós, olhe em volta, querida. Vivemos na noite eterna!”, ela cantarolou. “Agora, ande! Ande!”

“Vamos leva-lá, mamãe! Não acho que a princesa saiba chegar aos próprios aposentos sozinha num castelo desconhecido”, Yerim exclamou arrastando Soo-Young junto.

A mulher não pareceu discordar, deixando que fosse levada pelas duas outras filhas. De relance, você viu o momento em que Kang Seulgi enlaçou os braços com os de Joo-Hyun murmurando algo com um sorrisinho ladino. Ela retribui levemente, quando achou que ninguém estava olhando. Por alguma razão, você se sentiu ofendida. Era mais reação do que jamais poderia esperar dela. E não direcionada a você.

Contudo, era sua irmã ali. E você era uma humana estranha.

“Ficará a mais bela dama de todas, tenho certeza”, pulou Yerim.

“Vai assustá-la, Yeri. Se acalme um pouco”, pediu Soo-Young com gentileza.

Vocês subiam as escadas lentamente, os saltos mortalmente altos faziam suas pernas tremerem e se não fosse a segurança dos braços de ambas em cada lado de seu corpo, teria a impressão que rolaria aqueles degraus de forma patética. Soo-Young te lançou um olhar caloroso e gentil.

“Já fomos apresentadas mas pode nos chamar de Yeri e Joy, assim soa menos informal agora que seremos irmãs”, ela riu fraquinho. “Vossa Alteza, a rainha, pediu para que sua damas separassem três vestidos para que assim tivesse opções de escolha.”

“Eu não entendo, precisamos mesmo recebê-los hoje? Não me levem a mal, mas estou tão cansada”, você mentiu. Esperava que elas não conseguissem ver a fachada de insegurança por trás de sua primeira mentira, mas não imaginava como ver um povo pelo qual passou anos temendo e tendo de recebê-los de braços abertos como sua futura rainha pudesse acalentar seu coração inundado.

Joy e Yeri compartilharam um olhar antes de rirem juntas. Você franziu o cenho em balbúrdia.

“Perdão, mas o que é engraçado?”

“Você realmente acha que irá somente receber o povo?”, Yeri perguntou. Embasbacada com sua inocência, ela riu mais. “Eles esperam o casamento, princesa. Por isso, precisa se arrumar logo!”

Inesperadamente, você demonstra seu choque por meio de um engasgo em sua respiração. O coração acelerado mostra a forma repentina de como recebeu a notícia. Se casaria aquela noite. Certamente, havia algo de errado com aquelas pessoas. Reinos esperavam semanas para grandes casórios, a família completa se mostrava presente. Uma celebração de votos, uma comemoração da união entre duas almas. Mas ali não.

Joo-Hyun não brincara quando lhe aconselhou para que acostumasse com tal. Humana já não era mais, no momento em que teria deixado sua família nos grandes portões de seu reino.

Serviria de uma espécie de atração humana para aquele público feérico, a noiva da futura rainha de Attadolon. Teria de ser graciosa e aceitá-la sem ao menos conhecer sua cultura, seus costumes. Uma boneca para que investigassem se seria apta ao governo sem ao menos uma preparação ou teste antes. E não poderia reclamar. Resmungos seriam inúteis ali. Não a escutariam.

Sua vontade não seria feita. Você se casaria aquela noite.

A mão de Joy em sua cintura lhe trouxe de volta e você percebeu que haviam parado, nem mesmo a metade da escadaria havia sido percorrida mas a expressão de preocupação em seus traços asiáticos indicava de que sua fisionomia apaziguava o afligimento que tomava conta das irmãs ali. Dispensando toques, apresentando-se com uma sensação horrível de abandonamento quando viu o semblante triste de Yerim preencher seu campo de visão, você endireitou a coluna como seu pai havia te ensinado e sorriu.

"Está tudo bem, princesa?", ela ainda assim quis saber.

"Está sim, peço que continuemos, por gentileza. Eu odiaria deixar seus súditos esperando", firmou segurando as saias do vestido.

Desassociou-se do mundo pelo que pareceram-se horas, mas sabia captar vez ou outra o quarto ao seu redor. Uma cabeceira, uma cama grande o suficiente para caber você ali e um armário de madeira com pequenas fadas encravadas no desenho ali. Memoriou vagamente a sensação de cerdas sob seu rosto e uma consistência pesada que podia conhecer como o pó de arroz que usavam em seu reino. Entretanto, aquele tinha um cheirinho engraçado.

Quando foi posta sob a grande plateia, era como um pedaço de carne que eram apresentados no vilarejo. Aqueles novinhos que ainda não continham moscas onde eram passados. O lugar que deveria ser de seu pai era tomado por Lee Taeyong que acompanhava lentamente seu ritmo, o braço enlaçado ao seu.

"Talvez fosse de bom tom se lembrar de sorrir, princesa, todos estão olhando", ele sussurrou em seu ouvido com um sorriso dócil o suficiente para enganar as moças mais inocentes de uma aldeia qualquer. Taeyong era o que mais se destacava entre os trigêmeos, com sua áurea naturalmente bela e a pele que parecia vir com um brilho consueto em si. A cicatriz debaixo de um dos olhos deixava a aparência angelical com o toque perfeito de imperfeição. "É o dia do seu casamento, afinal. Não deveria estar infeliz."

Você teria lhe lançado um olhar se não estivessem em frente a milhares de criaturas mágicas, mas ao invés disso, apertou seu braço e forçou as pernas a se moverem com mais lentidão. O sorriso brotando lentamente nos lábios brilhosos. Sua pele tinha uma sensação térmica quente terrível, que podia se dar graças ao clima úmido da terra, mas que fazia com que o brilho adicionado em você fosse ordinário.

O tecido tão bege bem a sua pele com os detalhes dourados. As mangas abafavam a sensação calorenta dentro de si.

Olhando para o altar, ali estava Joo-Hyun. Como um cisne negro perante à luz. Os lábios agora trajavam um batom vermelho enquanto os seus carregavam um brilho básico, invertendo-as nas posições. Te voltando como a pueril donzela enquanto ela era a rainha que te dominaria a partir dali.

Pateticamente, assumiria para si mesma que não tomou muito de si para dizer aceito no altar.

Os feéricos certamente tinham um jeito de festejar. Você ainda se recordava da cerimônia suas damas de companhia a despiam das roupas pelos corredores mesmo, era algum tipo de tradição, você as escutou dizer. Havia se sentado junto da família real e observado enquanto as criaturas ao seu redor dançavam e aproveitavam da noite eterna, a sensualidade em seu chacoalhar de quadris. Era uma dança muito bonita, você pensou consigo mesma.

Pétalas vermelhas caíam de um céu encantado e rodeavam o salão, desenhos que pareciam tão astrais quanto a biblioteca de seu pai guiavam cada fada, gnomo e feérico presente ali. Cada integrante daquela linda peça parecia tão empenhado e apaixonado, quase surtia o efeito de fazê-la levantar e se juntar a eles.

"Se chama O Encanto do Amor. É uma dança na qual usamos para homenagear casamentos em nossa cultura", Joy explicou risonha. Ou talvez, bêbada, devesse admitir. Sua taça de vinho já estava vazia. "Receio que possa parecer um pouco provocativa aos olhos humanos."

Ao longe, viu quando uma das mulheres dançando se encaminhou até a grande mesa depositando uma coroa de pétalas na frente de Bae Joo-Hyun. Livrando-se do espartilho, você se perguntou o que aquilo significava. Porventura, um presente a sua futura rainha a parabenizando pela união entre dois mundos. Mas dificilmente seria vista como um prêmio por qualquer uma daquelas criaturas.

Um sentimento estranho se apossou do colo de seu ventre e você tentou o espantar para a fora, com ele a raiva que borbulhava dentro de si. A princesa de Attadolon não a conhecia, o casamento era um arranjo político e já havia sido feito. Não teriam mais problemas em provar aos dois povos que humanos e feéricos poderiam se misturar a não ser pela consumação.

Você imaginava como aquilo tomaria rumo. Tinha consciência de que em casamentos mundanos, as damas de companhia checavam os lençóis no dia seguinte em busca de sangue. Suas damas lhe explicaram tudo sobre a reprodução feminina e o que deveria esperar de sua noite de núpcias. Quando se tratava de um homem. Não ocorria de incômodo algum o fato de se casar com uma mulher, já havia conhecido alguns reinos que o faziam.

Outros achavam extremamente inadequado, mas você não se implicava à tais discussões. Apesar disso, não era o tipo de conversa que suas damas tinham contigo. Mal sabia como beijar uma mulher direito, a vergonha quase te afogou quando sentiu os lábios joviais e ardentes de Joo-Hyun tomando os seus com agressividade durante a cerimônia.

Encarou o rastro de roupas atrás de si encabulada antes de entrar direto nos aposentos que dividiria com a princesa pela noite, a encontrando ali. Você trajava uma camisola transparente que ia até os seus pés, pelo reflexo do espelho ao lado da cama na penteadeira, era capaz de ver o desenho esculpido de suas auréolas pelo tecido branco e fino.

"Princesa", você saudou fazendo uma breve reverência. Ela vestia trajes semelhantes aos seus, porém os dela eram infinitamente mais justos. Deixavam pouco para sua imaginação fértil que podia ver os seios de Joo-Hyun quase pulando para fora do decote.

Ela reconheceu sua presença com um murmúrio, retirando o batom vermelho dos lábios. Você franziu os lábios em uma linha reta em irritação.

"Como prefere que seja feito, Vossa Graça? Posso me deitar, se quiser...", você empeçou.

"Não preciso que faça nada, não vamos fazer nada", Joo-Hyun retrucou brusca. Ao se levantar, viu a mulher pentear os cabelos e se livrar das joias. De repente, fazendo com que se perguntasse o motivo de estar ali. "Poderá esperar um pouco nestas câmaras e então, retornar aos seus aposentos. Não nos veremos de novo hoje."

Você odiava se sentir de fora ou interpretar algo de forma errada, mas Joo-Hyun não se preocupava em lhe dar explicações o suficiente para que não tomasse conclusões precipitadas. Ainda assim, você tentou:

“Implementei entes que lograssem-lhe importuno?”, você quis saber. Curiosa se havia algo que teria feito pra ofender a princesa. Nada obstante, era o fato de que Joo-Hyun não carecia de motivos pra despreza-la tal qual como o contrário. Não havia esboçado uma fagulha em reação quando se tratava de si, o mais próximo que tivesse visto de um sorriso na face da menina teria sido direcionado à Kang Seulgi.

Poderia simplesmente não querer vê-la aquela noite e isso seria motivo suficiente para dispensá-la para seus aposentos. Todavia, Joo-Hyun não se importou em te avultar da razão pela qual estaria se distanciando aquela noite. Também teria escutado histórias de casamentos infelizes, homens que retornavam às suas casas tarde da noite após passarem suas madrugadas em prostíbulos.

O casamento para pares como este eram a segurança de uma vida de luxo, pois a junção das posses significava muito naquele tempo, no entanto, um pressentir infeliz pelo restante de suas vidas eram o que lhes restavam depois de tais acordos. Vareite em pensar que isto seria sua realidade.

“Não. Importuno algum, estarei me juntando aos meus em uma breve comemoração e não deve me esperar aqui quando retornar”, ela informou. Sem muitos detalhes, sem expressão. Neutra como vinha sendo desde que a conheceu. “Peço que se retire para os seus aposentos, milady.”

Joo-Hyun não aparentou paciência em esperar uma concordância, apenas te deixou ali durante sua saída. Estranhamente, não se retirou pela porta frontal mas sim por uma breve passagem que se encontrava perto de uma estante de livros. O vestígio de seus fios morenos foram a única coisa que viu durante o tempo em que deixou-se impregnar com o cheiro dourado que ela emanava.

Tinha experimentado um gostinho festeiro dos feéricos em seu baile de casamento, as danças e todo o ar depravado. Neste ínterim, não era compreensível a presença de Joo-Hyun ser requerida e a sua não. Existia um plural em noivas e ao mesmo tempo em que entendi a importância da princesa para Attadolon, teria de ser inclusa agora que eram casadas.

Afinal, eram casadas. Que tipo de baile seria mais vultoso do que a consumação de seu matrimônio? Certamente, coexistiam leis naquele mundo que as forçassem a provar a legitimidade de sua união para as forças maiores do reino.

Imagens voaram por sua mente como flashes quando se recordou da bela dama que depositou uma coroa de flores na frente de sua esposa, um sorriso ladino adornando a boca. Forçando bem agora, podia se lembrar da risada cínica de Seulgi ao lado da irmã. A boca fina estampando um sorriso vermelho.

Agarrando um robe sedoso ali, você se cobriu não querendo distribuir a vista de seus seios para o restante do castelo e saiu porta a fora ignorando a expressão confusa dos guardas que protegiam o cômodo. Passando por suas damas de companhia à sua espera, procurando a única pessoa que poderia lhe dar respostas naquele momento. Não saberia muito bem dizer onde atinaria-na, porventura, se questionasse Joy ou Yerim.

Mas não precisou.

Kang Seulgi fechava a porta de seu quarto sorrateiramente com uma taça de licor na mão quando você se aproximou, mal dizendo alguma coisa antes que ela reconhecesse sua presença.

“Que as Fadas contemplem a noivinha indigente! O que devo o prazer da sua companhia?”, a mulher sibilou se escorando nas portas de madeira. Pode reparar que ela trajava roupas de dormir como as de Joo-Hyun.

Uma camisola de seda preta, a dela, no entanto, assimilava um grande vestido gótico. Os cabelos lisos ao lado da face, sem muito volume, acarretando na expressão esquelética e maldosa da mulher. As unhas grandes pintadas de um vermelho que se juntava ao preto no final. Uma verdadeira deusa demoníaca.

Ela levou o copo aos lábios com um sorrisinho macabro de quem sabia demais.

“O que está acontecendo?”, você pediu cruzando os braços. Não se importando se pareceria rude ou não.

“Terá que ser mais específica, princesa. Como pode ver, eu não tenho uma bola de cristal. Só orelhas pontiagudas”, Seulgi devolveu.

“Onde está Joo-Hyun? Deveríamos perfazer nossos deveres e ela me deixou sem explicações claras. Apenas me informou tinha planos para essa noite”, proferiu agressiva. Kang riu melodiosamente, como um canto de sereia te arrastando para as profundezas.

“Não pensou que minha irmã fosse realmente dormir com você, pensou? Está mergulhada demais em suas histórias mundanas, princesa. As coisas não são assim aqui em Attadolon.”

É, você já estava consciente disso. Ofendida, dispensou mais insultos se negando a ruborizar com a maneira lasciva que Seulgi te encarava. Imaginou se todas as fadas continham esse olhar caído e sedutor como o dela, ou se Joo-Hyun se incomodaria em ver a irmã dela olhando para você dessa forma. Mas, aparentemente, a resposta era um claro ‘não’.

“Volte para seus aposentos, as noites aqui são longas”, aconselhou ela te deixando no meio do corredor.

Você encarou os saltos de Seulgi desaparecendo pelas escadarias e se questionou se deveria segui-la, quiçá, estivesse se encaminhando ao mesmo local de sua noiva. Tinha de saber. Habituou-se ao que achava uma maneira sorrateira de se mover pelo castelo, seguindo a feérica. Os pés descalços entravam em contato com o tecido felpudo dos tapetes que enfeitavam todo o chão do castelo e volta e meia, você se escondia entre um pilar e outro até estarem fora do grande palácio.

O clima era mais frio agora, mas ainda assim possuía quentura em si. As folhas e terra sujando as solas de seus pés conforme você se movia pra dentro da flertes atrás de Seulgi, percebeu enquanto andava que a cada passo, uma peça de roupa era descartada. Os sapatos já estavam esquecidos e logo teria sido o robe. Olhando ao redor, viu centenas de outras roupas caídas por ali.

Uma grande iluminação vinha do centro de tudo, onde, quando chegaram, viu os desenhos nus dos feéricos que teriam parabenizado-na horas atrás. Homens e mulheres se misturando em pequenos grupos entrelaçados que se abraçavam e se amavam a luz do luar. Certamente, sentiu as bochechas queimaram com a visão. Isso era mais do que já teria visto em sua vida frágil e humana.

Pessoas como ela não se reuniam assim. Intimidades eram guardadas para o quarto. Entre quatro paredes, sequer eram proferidas em voz alta no mundo feminino.

Todavia, estavam ali. Prelados com as peles brilhosas reluzindo em frente à grande lareira, viu corpos conhecidos ali. O mais recente era Seulgi se misturando com outra mulher de cabelos loiros, seu corpo nu cobriu o da companheira e você arregalou os olhos ao ver ela se ajoelhando em frente a mulher. Uma trilha de beijos dourados sendo marcados em sua pele enquanto sua boca se enterrava naquela parte tão íntima.

O som devasso te tirou de sua observação. Lee Taeyong estava ali, não mantinha em grupo algum mas dispensava suas roupas como todos ali. Uma taça de ouro em mãos e os lábios manchados da mesma cor. Parecia Apólo, o Deus do Sol.

E mais no canto, seus olhos focalizaram a visão que procurava. Joo-Hyun estava sentada em um tronco de árvore, despida como no dia em que veio ao mundo. Os cabelos com pequenas ondas desciam pelas laterais de seu corpo e as pernas estavam arreganhadas enquanto duas mulheres se ajoelhavam a sua frente, tomando tempos em devastá-la. Os mamilos enrijecidos eram rosinhas e torcidos por ela, era o semblante mais animado que já teria visto dela.

Os olhinhos curtos revirados em prazer e a boca mordida, sons baixinhos ecoavam de sua garganta e você via de relance a vermelhidão de sua intimidade pulsando quando uma de suas companheiras se afastando o suficiente para apreciar a visão de sua esposa. Um dedo esguio esfregava aquela parte esponjosa e grudentinha, um líquido branquinho se afastava dela e grudava nos dedos da mulher.

Uma sensação quente se apossou de seu ventre e você precisou fechar mais as pernas. Sentia sua intimidade pulsar junto com a dela, as bochechas deviam estar tão vermelhas que pareceria que correu uma maratona. Até mesmo se sentia meio ofegante. Os bicos de seu peito estavam tão tesos que doíam com o peso. Você arfou.

“Prefere se juntar a nós também, princesa?”, uma delas perguntou se virando para você. Seu rosto era delicadamente traçado com linhas verdes assim como sua pele. Os cabelos eram ruivos e ela cheirava as ervas de hortelã que cultivavam perto de seu castelo.

Olhares se viraram para você, Seulgi riu esganada em meio a um gemido antes de se desligar da cena e você desviou o olhar. Sabia que a mulher não devia ligar para privacidade se se encontrava ali, contudo, não pôde evitar de dar isso a ela. Mesmo que inconscientemente. De longe, podia ver Taeyong se apoiando nos próprios joelhos para observar a cena. Atrás dele, os gêmeos Hong-gi e Hyuk-jae apareciam de supetão.

“Eu… Sinto muito pela interrupção, mas..”, a vergonha te impedia de falar mas nada mais foi necessário. A fúria que Joo-Hyun demonstrou ao fechar as pernas e se levantar foi reação suficiente para o restante de sua vida mortal, se era isso que esperava.

“Não fique acanhada, princesa, junte-se a nós”, chamou a mulher verde novamente. A princesa de Attadolon, no entanto, murmurou alguma coisa em uma língua irreconhecível que fez com que essa se calasse e se desculpasse.

“Ela não fará nenhuma dessas coisas”, proferiu ríspida. “Venha comigo, agora.”

Joo-Hyun agarrou seu pulso te arrastando dali. Os cabelos iam de um lado para o outro e a carne macia chacoalhava um pouco com a força de sua pisada, você perdeu na voltinha suave que a bunda dela nua dela dava. Vez ou outra, tinha um vislumbre dos seios. Passaram alguns minutos caminhando até que se visse completamente desligada da cena que acontecia há alguns metros dali.

Foi então que se deu conta da situação em que se encontrava. Uma frágil mortal perdida em uma floresta desconhecida, numa terra desconhecida, com uma feérica furiosa. Você, silenciosamente, rezou por duas coisas ali.

Que chegasse viva ao castelo e que, por alguma razão, o ódio de Joo-Hyun se dissipasse. Você não sabia se seria atendida.

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berry ballerina

yeri x reader / fluff, bf2 lovers, platonic love / wc: 300+

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One, two, three pirouettes.

“Excellent done!” Madame exclaimed passionately. The other girls had stopped their stretching and practice to observe quietly.

Yeri watched you attentively, lost in the movements, in the sentiment of the story that your limbs were telling. A story of love, heartbreak. You twirled and spun your frame, seemingly weightless, and Yeri felt as if she needed air, unable to even pay attention to her breathing. The silhouettes of the others became blurry, Madame’s voice turned muffled.

The sudden sound of clapping broke Yeri’s trance so she started clapping automatically, shaking her head and getting back to the present. In a blink you appeared in front of her.

“What do you think?!” your voice shaking, trying to catch your breath, but widely smiling to your best friend.

Yeri remained in silence. She now focused on the pink of your cheeks, the phanting of your chest, the glow in your eyes.

And your lips.

Berry red, puffy and glossy lips, mouth slightly open getting some air into your lungs. Yeri watched them attentively, feeling dizzy and drunk by imagining what it would feel to be able to kiss them.

“Yerim?”. You touch her shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

“Beautiful, just perfect!” Yeri smiles widely with both mouth and eyes. She takes your hand from her shoulder and squeezes both with encouragement. You sight in relief, nodding and relaxing thanks to the reassurance.

You have heard Madame’s praise, even the silence of everyone as you showed your routine was loud with approval. But not even the clapping at the end could convince you it was perfect, not until Yeri’s sweet smile told you it was.

As you two sit beside each other fixing the point and laces of your ballet shoes, you glance at her, and see her still slightly smiling. What would Yeri do if you confessed she was the only one in the room for you as you danced? That your performance was for her eyes only.

That seeing her cherry lips turn into a wide smile as you approach her is what makes everything worth it?

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LAST TRAIN TO JEJU

cw: none

angst to comfort

childhood friends to lovers

IRENE STOOD ON THE BUSTLING PLATFORM of the train station, her heart weighed down by a heavy mixture of nostalgia and longing. The air was thick with the scent of departing dreams and the promise of new beginnings. It had been years since she last saw Seulgi, the person who had once been her peace, her partner in crime, and the one who had always understood her without needing words.

Their first encounter took place during their formative years in kindergarten. Irene, being the shy and quiet kid that she is, was content in observing her classmates, marveling at their carefree interactions and the harmonious symphony of laughter that enveloped the playground. Seulgi, with an infectious smile, noticed Irene sitting alone on the swing and approached her, her eyes twinkling with warmth and her cherubic cheeks protruding playfully.

Since then, the two of them have been inseparable. They would share their snacks together, play alone together, talk about their favourite cartoon, share their dreams, and places they want to visit.

“Let’s visit Jeju!” Seulgi giggles, and Irene shakes her head.

“We’re too young, Seulgi.”

“Then let’s wait until we’re older!”

Throughout their high school years, their bond grew stronger. Seulgi being a member in the track and field team mirrored her vibrant energy, while Irene's dedication to the school's student council showcased her leadership and organizational skills. Despite their opposite activities and interests, their personalities drew them closer, effortlessly bridging the gap between their differences.

Each day, without fail, Seulgi would patiently await for Irene at her house, a familiar routine that signaled the beginning of their shared journey to school. And as the final bell echoed through the halls, signaling the end of classes, Seulgi would insist on accompanying Irene back home, even if it meant walking in the opposite direction of her own house. In those moments, Irene could sense a gentle flutter in her heart, knowing deep down that she had fallen for Seulgi.

“Thank you again, trackstar.” Irene mumbles, feeling her heart beat faster.

"Anytime, Irene. I'll see you again tomorrow?" Seulgi's voice resonated with a mixture of hope and longing as she watched Irene unlatch the small gate to her house and step inside. But just as Irene was about to disappear from view, she stops in her tracks and looks back at Seulgi.

Irene nods, and she gives the athlete a sweet smile. “Take care, Seulgi.”

Then, college had come and gone, the turning point where their once unbreakable bond had dissipated into a faded memory. Irene vividly recalls the farewell they shared, etched in her heart like a bitter melody. Seulgi's words echoed relentlessly in Irene's mind, a broken record playing on repeat, saying she had chosen to pursue her education in a far-off land. It left behind unanswered questions and a void in Irene’s heart that seemed impossible to fill.

"I don't believe in goodbyes, Irene," Seulgi whispered, her voice laced with a gentle tenderness. The thought of witnessing Irene's tears pained her deeply, compelling her to draw Irene into a tight, yet comforting embrace. In that moment, Seulgi's heart sank, overwhelmed by an indescribable longing. "I will search every corner of the universe if I must, but I will find you again."

Irene sniffs, her voice quivering as tears continued to roll down her face. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

As the train station announcer's voice echoed through the station, Irene felt a slight pinch of pain in her heart. "The last train to Jeju will arrive shortly." Jeju Island, a place they had always dreamed of visiting together, now served as a reminder of what they had lost–

“Irene!”

Lost in her thoughts, Irene was jolted back to reality when she heard her name being called out from a distance. Her heart pounded against her chest as she turned around, eyes scanning the crowd. And there, standing amidst the sea of faces, was Seulgi, her same infectious smile cutting through the chaos like a beacon of hope.

Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met, and a flood of emotions rushed through Irene's veins. The years apart melted away, replaced by the familiarity of their shared history. She watched Seulgi make her way toward her, weaving through the crowd.

Irene couldn't believe that Seulgi was finally within her reach again after years of waiting and yearning. She couldn’t believe that she’s in front of her. Even though they both stood in silence, their eyes mirrored the unspoken words between them.

Without warning, Seulgi pulled Irene into a tight embrace, burying her face in Irene's shoulder. Irene's heart swelled with a mixture of joy and relief, her arms wrapping around Seulgi's shoulders as she held on as if she would never let go. She tiptoed a bit to meet Seulgi’s height as Seulgi had grown a few inches taller.

Finally, they pulled apart, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. Seulgi spoke, her voice still gentle and soft that never failed to make Irene’s heart flutter. “I found you, Irene.”

Tears welled up in Irene's eyes upon hearing Seulgi’s words. If everything is a dream right now, she doesn’t want to ever wake up.

“How did you find me?” Irene tilts her head up a bit and met Seulgi’s loving gaze.

“How could I forget about our dream on visiting Jeju together?”

Irene shook her head, a tender smile tugging at her lips. Irene allows her hand to touch Seulgi’s face, a soft sigh leaving from the taller woman’s lips as she melts into the touch. Seulgi feels Irene’s thumb gently caress her skin, making her smile.

“I missed you, Seulgi. A lot. I thought I would never see you again.”

“I missed you, too, Joohyun. I missed you so much, but I'm here now.”

The last train to Jeju arrived, they exchanged smiles before boarding it hand in hand, leaving behind the pain of separation and embracing the hope of a shared journey. The train's doors closed, sealing their commitment to rediscover the friendship that had once defined their lives.

As the train glided along the tracks toward the picturesque island of Jeju, Irene and Seulgi allowed themselves to believe in the power of second chances and the boundless potential of a love that had withstood the test of time.

They would fulfill the promises made by their younger selves.

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noah-shin · 2 years

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ʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ - sᴇᴜʟɢɪ ᴍøøᴅʙøáʀᴅ

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I have put the pic twice in case you want to download any pic significantly (the 2nd one) and the first one is a collage in case you want to use it somewhere 🙂🙂

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mikadosis · 2 years

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ask box is open!

hi again! thought it be good to let you know that my ask box is open and. i'm a bit lost on where to start lol </3.

my current ults are enhypen, stray kids, tomorrow x together, bts, lesserafim, twice, red velvet and j_ust.

i will soon be posting a full list of all groups i know and stan, but for now if you have any requests feel free to ask!

you can request an imagine with any of the mentioned members / groups, group reactions and timestamps with any member of any group.

aside from that, i will be working on aus, fake texts and more of such. :D

alternative to requesting:

if you'd like to see one or several of these prompts, please open my ask box and type the number + member (group) of choice!

! i will try to keep most of my work gender-neutral unless stated otherwise or requested specifically !

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thekimspoblog · 1 year

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Iris: Why don't we get an RV? We could outrun the cops and the fires and I wouldn't lose half my stuff every time we have to move again.

Jimmy: All good points but the answer is no.

#rv ptsd #better call saul parenthood au #fluff and angst

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yvesette · 1 year

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RED VELVET in BED (nsfw)

★ genre: headcanons, wlw

★ warnings: minors dni

🐇IRENE - irene is a romantic at heart. she loves the intimacy and privacy of sex and loves to be pleasured and pleasure you the best she can. she’s supet passionate and prefers love making to quickies. when she tops, she’ll get so focused on making you come and listening to your moans that she’ll get quiet and forget to talk dirty lol. she fingers you very gently and presses light kisses down your body and up your thighs before giving attention to your core- lovingly swirling her tongue slowly where you need her and smiling against your center when she hears you moaning her name. she’s the definition of a switch. she gets so loud and sensitive when you eat her out, you have to hold her hips down while she mews and moans your name. she loves scissoring and it’s like heaven with her- the two of you rubbing against eachother skin on skin while she throws her head back, lips parted. she loves grabbing your ass btw - she’s an ass girl fs. after sex she’ll get so sleepy and tired poor thing is worn tf out. you’ll hold her and press kisses to her forehead - bare chests pressed together. she passes out pretty quick in your arms and wakes up first in the morning, playing with your hair and pressing a kiss to your nose. she loves to buy you lingerie (gift giving is her love language)

🎧SEULGI - sex with seulgi can be rough she’ll grab your neck with both hands and do it from the back. she’s a god at fingering you, with her long fingers and sultry gaze that makes you scream her name. she pants and groans as you both face each others cores and suck eachother off. she doms most of the time but can be romantic and giggly when it’s unserious. she fs owns a dildo to use on you and the two of you try a bunch of toys - she presses the bullet to your clit and overstimulates you until tears come out of yo eyes. she gets super clingy and affectionate afterwards and props her head on your shoulder while grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your wrist. you both look at eachother and smile - her eyes turning into crescent moons and her cheeks rounding.

🦢WENDY - she’s such a pleaser and a huge flirt. tops mostly. she adores pleasuring you and could spend her whole day between your thighs. “yeah- mhmm keep being loud for me.” ugh imagine her hair all messed up and her lips shining with your wetness. she loves sucking your tits and circling her tongue around your nipple while curling her long fingers inside of you. she’ll make you come a minimum of 2-3 times and loves to overstimulate you. “you can take it love, just one more.” she praises you sm - calling you beautiful and perfect and tight and how well you’re doing, how lucky she is to have you. such a cheesy romantic after - spooning you and pressing kisses to your shoulder from behind while her arms wrap around your waist. she’s probably shorter than you (girly is like 5’1) but still is the big spoon lol.

🎱JOY - she’s a lowkey pillow princess when she bottoms but when she tops she’s such a dom. she gives you attitude and teases you constantly - sending you pics of her in lingerie rubbing her clothed clit or wearing short skirts and bending over in front of you while she bites her plump lips. she’s a brat fs but when you give her the same attitude she fucks it right out of you. her mouth spewing all types of curses and your name all drawn out. she fucks you hard with her fingers and kitten licks at your clit. loves 69-ing with you. she sucks at your core and kneads your ass with her hands, she hisses as you blow on her clit before eating her out like you’re starving and slipping your middle finger inside of her tight walls. after sex she’ll be such a sweetheart - cuddling you and holding you hand/dragging you into the shower where she’ll end up pinned against the wall with one leg thrown over your shoulder while you eat her out again. she’s open to fucking in any location and loves the risk of getting caught + quickies.

🥥YERI - super giggly and sweet sex the first couple of times. she sweetly presses her lips to yours and licks your bottom lip before letting her tongue in- eyes shut in bliss. she can’t help but giggle as she struggles to unclasp your bra. she clenches around your fingers as you curl them inside of her and a high pitched mew comes out of her mouth as she begs you to go faster. she gently kitten licks your clit, eyes on you the whole time - watching your face contort in pleasure. the sex gets more intense through your relationship and you find yourself in showers, pools, closets, and cars moaning eachother’s names. yeri cuddles up to you after- smelling like sex and lilies and pressing a kiss to your cheek and grinning, she falls asleep in your arms and you wake up with her hogging all the covers.

┕━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┙ @yvego 2023

#red velvet #red velvet smut #rv smut #irene smut #seulgi smut #joy smut #wendy smut #yeri smut #gg smut #red velvet headcanons #gg headcanons #gg fluff #red velvet oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop gg #kpop aesthetic #kpop smut

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robinsvoid · 2 years

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Ok so its me again and im currently bombarding you with requests but this is one that has been just COMPLETELY taking over my brain atm.

Robin and reader getting into an argument and making up a few days later! And its just all brainrotting fluff and kissing and ugh ;(

༺ ˖࣪ all i need to hear

pairing. robin buckley x f!reader

content warnings. angst! with a happy ending. long post ahead! light makeout session.

note. sorry again for the late reply :sob: i hope u like it anon, i wrote it as fic than a blurb bc i thought it fit hehe

robin is amazing. the sweetest girlfriend you could ever ask for. she takes care of you, makes you happy, and loves you endlessly. you’re always on her mind, just as she is on yours. but it’s hard being together in this predominantly small-minded town, always having to hide your love for each other. you wish you could show the world how incredible she is, how happy she made you. but maybe in another time, you suppose.

and you miss her. even though you see her everyday at school; fleeting gazes during classes you shared with each other, hiding in the corner of the library on different occasions, meeting in the bathroom to share a few secret kisses when no one’s there. but then after school, she gets busy.

it bothers you, how robin seems to have enough time to hang out with everyone but you. she always meets you at lunch, and by your locker right after the last bell, then leaves for band practice and works right after. it’s nice hearing her voice when she calls at night right after she gets off work, but you can’t help but miss her still. you need to see her, be with her, touch her, hold her, kiss her.

luckily, you’ll be able to do all of that tomorrow on saturday before the sun sets, out in some field far from everybody on a picnic blanket you bought at joyce’s store. you had spent days preparing, making all the food robin likes, and cakes, and sandwiches. you couldn’t wait.

that’s why you walk up to robin when she’s packing her things from her locker, after the last bell when everybody rushes out to leave, to tell her all about your excitement. but she looked tired, stressed even, and you wish you could fix it. she’s busy all the time, and you wonder how well she is doing mentally. she also seemed to be rushing a little faster than she usually does, making you wonder what was going on inside her pretty little head.

“hey, rob,” you smile brightly at her, clutching the strap of your backpack a little tighter as she continues to pack, “no band practice? headed to work?”

“uh, no and yes.” she says rather quickly.

robin sighs and turns to look at you, her lips curving into a feeble smile. you looked pretty today, she wishes she could spare a minute to just stare at you, tell you all about how beautiful you are, but she couldn’t. not with the sound of steve’s horn blaring just past the school doors, when it seemed to get louder after each honk.

“is that steve—“

“yeah, we can’t be late to work or else keith’s making us work the morning shifts on the weekend and steve has plans on the weekends and, you know, i won’t get up early on the weekends, so we really have to go now,” robin rubs your shoulder with her hand and smiles. “but i’ll call you later!”

she mouths an ‘i love you’ and quickly rushes past you before you could say anything back. you turn around, slightly troubled, as you watched robin run through the school doors. you see steve in his car, waving briefly at you with a smile before driving off as soon as robin gets in.

a sigh escapes your mouth as you lean against the lockers, already missing your girlfriend’s presence. it’s fine, though, you tell yourself. she’ll call. and you’ll see her tomorrow. everything’s going to be okay.

at least you hoped it would be.

because, well, she didn’t call. it was almost midnight and robin usually calls you before eleven and she didn’t call. you sigh as you lay in bed, still waiting. maybe she fell asleep the moment she got home, because she does that sometimes. and she’ll tell you about it the morning after. that was probably the case.

you fall asleep waiting, shutting your eyes before the clock strikes one. the next morning you wait for her call again.

your phone never rang.

you hoped for the best, assuming that she was preparing for today, maybe she was already on her way to your house, the thought making you jump up from your bed, running down to the kitchen, packing all of the food into a basket your mom bought for you before running back up to dress up and make yourself all pretty for robin.

you do everything with all possible haste, checking the time and deciding that it was still a little bit early. laying in your bed, hoping you don’t mess up your hair too much, you wait and wait. and it was a lot waiting.

where was she? it was already three in the afternoon and it takes a while to get the field. you want to get there before it gets dark, but you also want enough time before the sun sets so that it wouldn’t be as hot as it was at noon. you pick up your telephone and dial her number. she doesn’t answer. where are you, robin?

you spend the next two hours glancing out the window repeatedly, hoping to see robin riding up on her bicycle, fluffy hair ruffled by the wind, a big jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders. but no one was there.

it had gotten partly dark already and your eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to smudge your eyeliner and the rest of your make up. you hated everything you were feeling; lost and dejected and stood up. you decide to get yourself out of your nice clothes and back into your pajamas, wiping all of your make up off afterwards. and just as you were about to get into bed, you hear a some shuffling past your window, then a multiple taps, pebbles clattering against your windowpane.

there was only one person who would do that. and it’s your girlfriend. you see robin looking up at you with a shameful smile, her bicycle laid flat in your lawn, her hair ruffled, her chest rising and falling rather quickly, panting as if she had just ran a mile as fast as she could.

after basically pleading, motioning you to come down, you mustered up all of your courage, still heated from earlier before running down the stairs of your house. stepping out the door, you tugged on your shirt watching as robin reluctantly walked closer. you could tell she had a lot on her mind, a lot of guilt sitting in her chest.

she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. and you can’t help but bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“why didn’t you call?”

robin flinched slightly at the tone of your voice. it was quiet. faint. like you’ve been crying. and she already knew that after seeing the way your eyes puffed up, nose a little red and stuffy.

“last night. i-it was really, really busy, i don’t know why. it was like the the whole town was in to have movie night or something and i-i got home and i just passed out the second i stepped into my room. i was tired, a-and i meant to call, but i fell asleep first! (y/n), i was just—“

“and this morning?”

robin answered truthfully, fingers playing anxiously with the hem of her denim jacket, “i-i was at work this morning. keith ended up giving us the morning shift anyway and i- i was rushing again earlier, didn’t have the time to call because steve was already in the driveway so—“

“you could’ve called me while you were at work, robin. it only takes a second.”

“i know! i know. i should’ve. (y/n), i’m so sorry i didn’t—“

“then, why didn’t you?” you say slowly, folding your arms and tears threatening to stain your cheeks once again as you watch robin fidget in distress. “you… you forgot, didn’t you?”

robin’s shoulders slump, eyes falling to stare at the cold ground. she didn’t mean to. she remembered before, but she had gotten so busy with work, practice, and everything else, stressing her out daily. her heart breaks as she watches the look on your face. she wants to take it all away from you; to hold you, to make you smile.

“i feel like you never have time for me anymore, robin. we haven’t done anything together in weeks and the day of the date we planned, you don’t show up. do you know how much i miss you? do you even miss me?”

“yes! of course, i miss you. i miss you everyday—“

“but not enough to remember me?”

robin swears she can hear her heart crack as she opens her mouth to speak, voice straining obscurely, “(y/n), please don’t—“

“just go home, robin.” your voice breaks.

and you don’t say anything else. instead, robin watches you rub your face hurriedly, wiping the tears that you didn’t even give the chance to roll down your skin. she watches as you step away from her, flinching softly at the sound of you slamming the front door. and she stands there for a while, just staring up at your window, hoping you would come to watch her leave like you always do.

but you don’t.

so she bikes all the way home, cries all the way home, misses you all the way home. she wants to go back, to see you again, to tell you how much she loves you. and she calls tonight, but you don’t answer. and she calls again, but you don’t answer.

it’s been happening for three days now; you avoid her during class, you pack your things and leave early after school, you don’t pick up the phone. she wonders what it’ll take for you to notice her, to talk to her. she missed you. she’s been missing you. she wants to hear your voice, wants to feel your skin against hers, wants to kiss you. she misses you so dearly. she loves you so dearly.

on the fourth day, you pick up when she calls you after school. it surprised her when the phone stopped ringing, when she was finally able to hear your voice at the other end of the call, leaving her speechless. in fact, you almost ended it when she went on for so long without saying anything.

“can i come over?” she was hesitant, you could tell by the sound of her voice. it was shaky and she talked slow, almost breathlessly.

you sat on your bed, holding the telephone to your ear for a couple moments, thinking about your decision. you missed her, too. dearly. you wanted her with you. even if you were mad at her. it was one of the many reasons you said yes.

robin bikes over in less than twenty minutes, surprisingly, as it usually takes her a little over thirty minutes to get to your house. she knocks on your door with a rhythmic pattern only you know of and gives you no less than a second to react to the hug she pulled you in for, stumbling a couple of clumsy steps into your house. you breathe her in, still hesitant to hug her back, but you can’t help but give in and wrap your arms around her waist. she smelled of grass and flowers and soon, you figure out why when you pull away from her. she held a flimsy bouquet of flowers that she obviously picked out herself, dirt slightly stuck between her fingernails, petals of yellow and white in her hair, and some of the stems were broken, flowers hanging on for their dear life.

“um, i-it’s for you.” robin, stretches her arm out, handing them to you nervously.

“thank you,” you reply. you could feel her hands shaking when you take them from her. “i’ll go put them in the kitchen. and… it’s just me here, so you don’t have to worry about my family...”

it has her in a daze, seeing you walk away. you were still in the clothes you wore to school, no shoes on, hair down. you look pretty. it’s a thought that often resides in robin’s brain, but you really do. you always do. she mindlessly follows you into the kitchen, watching your every movement. but you did everything to avoid her eyes, and it hurt her.

“are you hungry?”

robin’s eyes widen, your voice pulling her out of her daydream. you placed a tiny mug full of the flowers robin picked out for you onto the kitchen table. she stared at you, unable to formulate the words she wanted to say to you, not knowing if she should answer yes or no, questioning all of her decisions like her life depended on it.

“the cake i made you is still in the fridge. i don’t know if it’s as good as it was before but—“

“yeah! i’m hungry.”

and robin eats it all. not caring if she gets sick from eating too much cake. the only thing that mattered to her was the way you tried to hide your smile when you see some of the icing sitting at the top of her nose, the way you shifted to turn away from her, trying to escape from her.

her hand lands on the leg of the chair you sat in right next to her, dragging it across the tile floor, pulling you closer. she then uses it to lace her fingers between yours, bringing your hand up to her mouth, pressing her lips against your knuckles.

“i love you, (y/n).”

your heart pulsed wildly while she continued to press light kisses on your fingers, repeating the three words again and again against your skin as she watches you bite your lip. your eyes welled up rather quickly; the sound of her voice, her name in your mouth.

robin wanted to cry at the sight knowing how much she hurt you. and she hated herself for it. she wished she could reverse the time, do everything over, just so that you wouldn’t feel the pain you were feeling. now, all she could do was hold you, if you let her. tell you how much you mean to her. how sorry she was.

“i-i took the week off. steve said he’ll cover for me. and…i know i’m… i’ve been a pretty shit girlfriend lately. i know how much you were looking forward to our date. how hard you worked for it. all for me to just forget about it like the stupid idiot i am. it really sucks, and i am so, so sorry, (y/n).” robin’s voice trembles as she rubs her thumb against the skin your hand. “you didn’t deserve that. not from me, or anyone. especially not from me. i was just—“

robin stopped herself, not wanting to keep building up lame excuses to help her dig a deeper hole for herself.

“i know you were stressed, rob,” you tell her, staring down at your intertwined hands. “you were just tired and—“

“no. it doesn’t matter because what i did was not okay. i shouldn’t have done that in the first place. seriously, (y/n), what kind of person am i to forget that sort of thing? i’m honestly an idiot. a complete, total idiot,” robin scoffs at herself, free hand running through her hair in exasperation.

your can’t help but give her a weak smile, holding her hand tighter. it had been a while since you held hands, one of your favorite things as it is one of hers. her hands are a little rough, calluses at the palm of her hand, most likely from all that biking she does, and light cuts along her fingertips, probably from when she picked out the flowers.

“you are an idiot,” you mumble.

robin smiles, scooting her chair even closer, hands holding yours even tighter. she brings her face close, and for a moment, you thought she was going to kiss you. instead, she rests her forehead against your shoulder, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

you can feel her breath against your skin and you were almost positive she could feel how fast your pulse was beating at the moment.

“i can… i can kiss you now, right?” robin sighs when you don’t answer, pressing the crook of her nose against your neck, desperate to feel your lips after basically a week away from you. “please?”

you stare up at the ceiling and let out a breath. you missed the way robin felt against you, the way her skin felt against yours, and her lips, and her scent, and her hands, and everything else. you missed robin. you just missed robin.

you nod lightly, hoping she could feel it, but your thoughts clear as soon as she presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. it trails up alongside your neck, then underneath your jaw, her lips ending up towards the skin behind your ear. all of her kisses leaving you weak, moaning as quietly as you could. robin absolutely melts when you lean your head slightly, giving her more room to do her work, as she places her free hand underneath your sweater, rubbing at the skin of your waist.

“robbie,” you moan as robin hums into your skin as a reply.

“hmm…”

after long moments of sloppy but delicate kisses, her lips finally lands against your mouth, soft and plump. truthfully, robin’s heart hammers in her chest, butterflies invading the depths of her stomach. when she kisses you… it feels amazing. they’re delicate and caring, always leaving you wanting more.

robin carefully pulls you closer until you’re seated directly in her lap, hands palming at your thighs as yours dig into her shoulders, squeezing tightly. she takes her time, teasing you with her tongue, pulling away briefly to speak against your lips

“i love you,” she pecks your lips, pulling away to say it again. “i love you.”

and she does it again. and again. and again. and again. and again. until you say it back.

“i love you, robin.”

and she wants to cry. so she does. her hands leave your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you as tight as she could, shoving her face against your chest, forehead resting on your shoulder. she whimpers when she feels your hands run through her hair, soothing her, comforting her with your soft hands.

you feel robin’s kisses along your neck once again, making you tug her hair lightly, silently warning her to not leave any marks. but she never listens anyway. she kisses your lips again and again as you smile against her, giving her the chance to open her mouth while your copy her movements, until your tongues touch, leaving you moaning at the contact. your tongues slide slowly while you kiss, wet and sloppy. she hums at your reaction, your moans, god, she could do this all day. it’s fucking amazing how good this all feels, how right it feels.

you place a last kiss to her lips, making her pout slightly when you pull away from her, still seated on her lap.

“i’m still mad at you,” you tell her, all the while running your fingertips against her scalp, playing with her hair in a way that made her stomach flutter.

“i know, baby. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

and evidently, she does.

✦ navigation. © ROBINSVOID

#rv; robin <3 #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley imagine #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x f!reader #blurb #maya hawke #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fluff #angst with a happy ending #st x reader #robin stranger things #fanfic #stranger things smut

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rvlwrttn · 2 years

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The Color Yellow

Idol: Seulgi (Red Velvet)

{ Fluff }

Request: Here

Summary: After some thinking, you realize you want to start a family of your very own, with Seulgi.

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Note: This one’s been ready to post for a while, so I hope you guys will enjoy this short Seulgi fluff piece!

Seulgi had always fawned over anything baby-related, but lately the amount of baby clothes she fawned over had increased.

Babies this and babies that.

Once again you found yourselves in a clothing store, browsing the baby section. You could swear Seulgi’s eyes almost literally sparkled.

You smiled to yourself. You liked babies, what was not to like?

Except for the messes they made, the money it cost to raise them, and the time and constant attention they needed.

Still…

You and Seulgi were both at a secure point in your lives, with more than enough to start a family.

You could imagine Seulgi with a baby bump, cuddled up with you on the sofa. Feeling the baby kick for the first time. Going out at 1 in the morning to satisfy every craving. Insisting she lift or carry nothing until long after the baby came. Rushing to the hospital after her water broke. Seulgi squeezing your hand to cope with the pain.

Holding your baby for the first time.

You walked over to Seulgi, wrapped your arms around her and spoke softly.

“Want to have one of our own?”

Her eyes widened. “Do you mean that? Are you sure?”

“Yes and yes.”

You struggled to keep your balance as Seulgi threw her arms around you.

“Oh Y/N, I can’t wait until they’re here!”

“Me either. What do you say we get a head start on shopping for some cute and tiny clothes?”

“Yes! Let’s buy everything in yellow for now, since we don’t know if it’ll be a boy or girl!”

“Good idea. Besides, yellow is one of my favorite colors.”

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the-sunflower-room · 13 days

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scared half to death

🌪️tyler owens x fem!reader

☆ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

☆ wc: 2.7k

☆ summary: tyler owens is not easily angered, but when the love of his life runs into an incoming tornado without a second thought, his emotions get the better of him.

☆ warnings: a very upset tyler, yelling, language

note: so i watched twisters and it was actually everything to me! the brainrot is bad and i’ve been wanting to write for tyler ever since i saw it, so here it is! this is very much the idiots in love trope because it’s one of my favorites. enjoy! :)

“Where is she?”

Tyler isn’t sure if he’s ever felt this angry before. He considers himself a fairly easy going man, always quick to make light of a situation and put everyone in the room at ease with his charming, joking nature.

But this was different. This had his heart pounding, his ears ringing. His face is flushed red and he feels like he can hardly breathe.

All because of her.

He slams the door of his truck, approaching his crew in the gas station parking lot with a look on his face that’s so completely un-Tyler that it makes them all shift uneasily.

“Where’s…who?” Boone tries weakly, unsuccessful in his attempt to play dumb. Lily rolls her eyes and elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare.

Tyler clenches his jaw, for once not in the mood for his friends’ antics. “You know damn well who I’m talking about.”

They all exchange glances, his uncharacteristic demeanor both surprising and concerning. This isn’t the calm, charismatic frontman of the Tornado Wranglers they’re used to.

“She’s in the RV, but I don’t think-” Dani begins, but he’s already beelining for the camper before they can finish. He can hear his heartbeat pulsing in his ears as he nearly bursts through the door, finding her sitting at the small table in the back with her head in her hands.

Her gaze snaps up at the sound of his entrance into the RV, and her face immediately drops when she sees him practically fuming. “Tyler-” she says urgently, instantly on her feet as he approaches as if she’s about to defend herself. But he isn’t having any of it.

“You wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking out there?” He seethes, suddenly towering over her with his jaw clenched and hands on his hips. She swallows thickly, nervous around this version of him. Terrified to have upset him, disappointed him.

“Tyler, I promise, I was just trying to do the right thing-” she starts again, her tone practically pleading, but he just scoffs.

“The right thing?” He questions in disbelief, cutting her off with a shake of his head. “You call nearly getting yourself killed in the field ‘doing the right thing’?”

She squeezes her eyes shut at the reminder of what she’d done, at the venom in his voice that’s ordinarily so gentle when directed at her. Memories of what had transpired nearly 20 minutes ago flood her mind and she feels a lump forming in her throat.

“I couldn’t let our data get lost,” she whispers weakly, her gaze glued to the floor in shame. “Bullshit,” he mutters, jaw clenched as his breath picks up. His eyes search her face, grasping to understand why the hell she had risked her life the way she had.

“You don’t run into the path of an incoming EF3 to recover some stupid equipment for our disruption research,” he practically spits, his voice growing louder, more emotional.

“That equipment is completely replaceable. You sure as hell aren’t. So I want to know why on god’s green earth you thought it was a good idea to run headfirst into danger like that.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes welling up with unshed tears at the reminder of her brashness. She feels ashamed and almost embarrassed as Tyler practically berates her.

They were best friends, a pair that the rest of the team liked to call the “dynamic duo.” With a shared passion for tornadoes and a taste for danger, they had instantly clicked from the moment they met during a chase a few years ago, becoming inseparable. Which is why Tyler’s harsh reminder of her stupidity stung so painfully.

She wasn’t used to hearing him so upset, so emotional in the worst way. With her, his tone was always soft, teasing, sometimes so overtly flirty that it would leave her heart pounding and her cheeks flushed.

But this was different. Now his gaze was harsh, curses unnaturally tumbling from his lips as she struggled to explain herself. And she hated every moment of his scrutinizing stare.

“You’ve worked so hard on putting together the equipment for the disruption research. I didn’t want you to have to start from scratch…not after all the effort you went through,” she explains pathetically, her voice cracking slightly as her emotions begin to shine through.

Tyler shakes his head, stepping even closer into her space. “And you thought it was worth risking your life for?” He grits out, his furrowed brow and downturned lips looking so unnatural on his normally smiling face.

Another shuddering breath escapes her as she catches herself from revealing the true reason she’d been so careless, from baring her soul and telling him that she’d run into the path of an incoming tornado because she loved him more than anything. That the thought of his disappointed face, his devastation over months of work lost to an unpredictably large tornado, hurt her so much that she would have done anything to save that equipment.

Anything to make him happy, to be the hero that he was to her.

“I- I didn’t get hurt, I knew I had time to get at least some of it-” she stammers, but she can’t get the words out.

“You didn’t have time!” He practically yells, gripping her shoulders and giving her a gentle shake. His eyes are wide, his gaze burning as he stares down at her.

“If Boone hadn’t been close by with his truck, you could’ve easily not made it. You could’ve died,” he chokes out, his grip on her tightening. His eyes are watering now, his anger fizzling out into something more desperate, more panicked.

Tyler still remembers the pure, unadulterated fear he’d felt as she slipped out of the safety of his truck before he could stop her, sprinting out into the open field where the winds and torrential rain were getting worse by the second.

He remembers the devastated scream of her name that had ripped itself from his chest, lost to the howling winds.

He sure as hell can’t forget the feeling of overwhelming fear and helplessness that overtook him when the rain became so intense that he could not longer see her, no longer assure himself that she hadn’t been sucked up into the raging funnel or hurt by the flying debris.

It was only when he got radio confirmation from Boone five minutes later, stating that she was safe in their truck with some of the equipment intact, that he even knew she was alive.

It had been the most hopeless, terrifying five minutes of his life.

“Don’t you understand what you mean to everyone? What you mean to me?” He rasps, his voice quieter now, more broken. “Some stupid equipment for an experiment isn’t worth your life, Y/N. Not in the least.”

His eyes are tender now as they rake over her face, scanning the scrapes and cuts littering her cheeks, the patch of dried blood clinging to her temple. His heart aches at the thought of her getting hurt, even if the injuries are small.

She notices that nearly all of his anger has left his body, replaced by the emotion that had truly been brewing beneath the surface: crippling fear at the possibility of losing her.

A silent tear runs down her face at his softer, more vulnerable words, her heart breaking as she realizes the effect her thoughtless actions have had on the man she loves. He’s quick to gently wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch lingering on her cheek as he gazes at her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice breaking as she chokes back a sob. In an instant, he’s enveloping her in his tight, comforting hold, cradling her head to his chest and pulling her so close to him that their bodies are practically molded together.

“Shhh…it’s alright, sweetheart,” he gently hushes, his hand stroking through her hair as she cries softly against him. He’s back to himself now, all anger and frustration long abandoned in favor of his naturally calm, caring demeanor. Through her tears, she feels herself flushing slightly at his term of endearment.

“I’m the sorry one. I shouldn’t have yelled at ya, you didn’t deserve it,” he murmurs into her ear, his arms tightening around her.

He internally berates himself for defaulting to anger when she had also probably been scared and upset. But thinking she had died in that tornado just for attempting to recover his equipment had struck something so deep within him that his brain had reacted irrationally.

He stews in his remorse for a moment longer before admitting a truth that might be a little too vulnerable, a little too revealing of his deep and unwavering love for her, but he has to get it off his chest.

“…You just scared me half to death, darlin’. I can’t lose you...I can’t. It would tear me apart worse than a damn tornado ever could.” His whispered words are so raw and tinged with devastation that her breath hitches against his chest.

Slowly, she peels herself away from his comforting embrace to get a good look at him, and what she finds makes her heart clench in her chest.

His eyes are red and glassy, obvious signs that he’d been crying. His muscles are taught with anxiety, like every fiber in his body had been tense ever since she fled his truck. His hair is slightly tousled and she instantly knows he’d been running his hand through it the way he does when he’s stressed.

The thought that she could cause him this much worry, this much pain, sucks the breath from her lungs and makes her feel dizzy.

“I only tried to save the equipment because I knew how important the research was to you,” she whispers, her voice still shaky but full of sincerity.

“I know how much it means to you, finding a way to keep these tornadoes from causing so much damage to innocent lives. I just- I wanted to do something brave and selfless for you, the way you always have for me,” she admits softly, swallowing as she meets his gaze.

His lips part slightly at her admission, the reverence in her words staggering. Hearing that she cares for him, finds him brave and selfless, wants to return the way he makes her feel, fills his heart with a love so deep he feels like he’s drowning in it.

“Y/N, you’re-” he rasps, pausing to clear his throat when he hears how raw and weak his voice sounds.

“You’re so damn sweet. Your heart is so big. That’s what I love about you. But please, don’t be as stupid as me. I throw myself headfirst into danger so much because I don’t think first…my judgement gets clouded by the thought of helping someone and I get tunnel vision. Which has put me in one too many potentially life-ending scenarios,” he murmurs, his hands squeezing her slightly as they rest on her shoulders.

“I can’t- I won’t let you be that careless. You mean too much to me.”

Her eyes widen at the tenderness in his voice, the affection and worry dripping from every word. It feels like their conversation is breaching on something deeper, something much more vulnerable and terrifying.

Her mind is hung up on his soft that’s what I love about you. Even hearing the word love directed at her from the mouth of Tyler Owens makes her head spin and her face heat up, and she’s unsure if she’s even breathing anymore.

“Tyler…” she manages, her voice threatening to break with the overwhelming swirl of emotions running through her. She can’t help herself, knows that she’s finally going to put it out there, tell him how she feels no matter how scary it might be.

“I love-” his lips are on hers before she can even finish. The sensation of Tyler kissing her is unlike anything she’s ever felt, and she’s damn sure she never wants him to stop.

His large hand tenderly cups her cheek while the other snakes into her hair, tangling his fingers through the strands as he pulls her even closer. She gasps softly as his grip tightens, his lips moving against her own with an almost feral desperation.

The salt from her tears mixes with his sweet taste – something like honey and peppermint – and she melts further into him and his warmth. She can feel him pour every ounce of his turbulent, pent-up emotions into the kiss, and it leaves her completely breathless.

He’s waited for this moment for so long, and after thinking he’d lost her today, he’d be content to just kiss her like this for the rest of time. Reassuring himself that’s she’s still there, that she’s his. Showing her what she means to him.

Finally getting a grip on his emotions, Tyler pulls away for a moment, wanting to make sure he hasn’t misread the signs, misinterpreted what he’d felt brewing between them for so long.

But a wide, disbelieving grin spreads across her face as she fights to catch her breath, and he suddenly has no doubt that she’s been his all along.

“I’ve been waiting for that for- well, I don’t even know how long,” she laughs breathlessly, slightly woozy from his intoxicating taste.

He huffs a laugh in return, his eyes shining with an overwhelming adoration for the woman before him. “Yeah…I think Boone might owe Dexter and Lily some money,” he jokes softly, his thumb gently brushing her rain-soaked hair away from her face.

His eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her muddy clothes, her scraped up hands, the shallow cut on her temple. Regret courses through him at the way he’d raised his voice at her, even if it had been out of fear of losing her.

“Are you sure you weren’t hurt?” He murmurs, his voice lower and more serious than before. She gently nods, her hand moving to rest on top of his own as it cups her face.

“I’m ok, promise. It’s just a little scrape from slipping in the mud,” she reassures him, sensing his lingering gaze on her slightly bloodied face. She can practically feel the apprehension in his stare, his constant worry for her well-being so endearing that she just wants to kiss him again and again.

“I promise, Ty. And I swear, I won’t do anything like that again. I just got lost in the moment and didn’t think before acting.” He nods slowly, letting the sincerity in her voice wash over her and comfort his racing mind.

“You’d better not,” he teases softly, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. “If we’re doing this thing, no more running headfirst into tornadoes, you hear? Can’t have my girl acting like an irrational daredevil like me. I’ve been told she’s smarter than that.”

She feels herself blushing as he calls her his girl, the title rolling off his tongue so naturally that it makes her heart skip a beat. Tyler watches as a hearty laugh escapes her and she leans into his touch, his own smile growing wider.

Suddenly nothing else has ever mattered beyond this moment of her in his arms, blushing and laughing like he’s the funniest damn man in the world.

“Ok, alright,” she giggles with feigned exasperation. “No more running into tornado paths, I swear. Wrangler’s honor. But you have to swear it too. You’re an adrenaline junkie and a trouble maker, even more than I am.”

He chuckles at her playful jab, his body feeling lighter than it has all day as he finally lets the tension within him fade. She’s safe, he tells himself over and over. She’s alive, she’s teasing him like she always does, and she’s got him smiling like a damn fool.

“Baby,” he mutters with that teasing glint in his eye, “you need to get my head checked if I ever run away from you and into a tornado. No man in his right mind would leave a gorgeous thing like you for some wind.”

Before she can reply to his ridiculous comment, he captures her lips once more with his own, relishing in the way she smiles against him as he pulls her closer.

This is all Tyler’s ever wanted - all he’s ever needed. Just her, safe and sound, loving him in all his flaws and worry for her.

If her running into that damn field led to this moment, this reality where she’s finally his, then so be it. He’s never been more grateful for a tornado.

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I LOVE THE CAMERA SO, SO MUCH—AND THE CAMERA LOVES ME ! / / xavier , zayne, rafayel & sylus . . .

ever since you went viral on the internet, your relationship has become the evvy and dream of users globally. just what about you guys was so groundbreaking?

warnings: f!reader, established relationship, modern!au without the monster protocore stuff, ooc!sylus??? this is my first time writing him im scared yall, internet fame, fluff, suggestive on zayne's part, relationship tingz mostly inspired by douyin couple tiktoks (im so lonely brah.)

w/c: 2.15k (about 500-600 each.. whew. sylus ws the longest...)

author's note: if u guys can figure out what photo reference i ws talking ab in zayne's ily (hint hint that one nanami fanart) also did u guys peep the rv reference in the title??? #reveluv #streamcosmic art cred: angye on twt

XAVIER didn't think that he'd go viral for something as silly as interupting your tiktok by carrying you away, then again he didn't even know you posted it.

it didnt just go viral because the two of you were in the cutest matching hoodies, but because he swept you off your feet so smoothly and almost effortlessly.

soon after that, comments flooded your page gushing about how they'd wish they had a boyfriend as clingy and affectionate as him, and you two had started a new trend.

after that video, many followed you because they fell in love with you and your relationship, almost begging for more crumbs of you two. your page was then full of the two of you more so than before, photos of you two in onesies cuddling, stargazing, and even little day-to-day vlogs.

your fans just kept eating them up, and he had to deal with the impending consequences of it.

"XAVIER, come pose with me!"

the grey-blond haired man sighed, dragging his feet towards you. "don't you think we're done? we've taken so many already..."

you raise a brow, "we didnt take any this whole week? cmoon, the camera's rolling, let's do that dance i taught you!"

"but it's late, and i wanna go to sleep... we can take some tomorrow morning or something..."

you give him the sternest look you could muster, and he generates the biggest puppy eyes he'd ever done, looking down at you with a small pout as his hands hung loosely around your waist.

"a kiss then?"

you roll your eyes affectionately, "you can have your kiss after this i promise! pleaaaseee xavier?"

it seemed that he wasn't gonna take no as an answer, as he kept leaning in towards you, determined as ever.

your face was burning as you chuckle nervously, leaning away from him. he slowly inched closer, until you were at a point where you could go no further without any help.

realizing you had no other choice, you sighed with a pout of your own, and XAVIER took this as a chance to pull you closer and press a kiss to your lips, making you giggle. you pressed your fingers lightly to his lips as he swayed you side to side, and you couldn't help but laugh and follow suit.

"XAVIER!"

you posted the video not long after that, a cute song in the background to cover the sounds of your voices. within just 2 hours, it went viral, taking its spot as your number one video.

"ughhhhhh is this too much to ask for?"

"if you look closely you'll see me laying on the street."

"u guys r my fav couple ever pls don't ever break up!!!"

it was safe to say you never got your dance.

ZAYNE took quiet pride in being your boyfriend—and he took it very seriously as well. he'd fuss over you even more than before, making sure you were okay at all times

you'd joke about how he was acting more as your husband than your boyfriend. he'd brush your comments aside, saying you think too much (funnily enough his ears were quite red)

your relationship went viral due to the sillyness you brought into it, the little antics you'd pull around him as you two would go through your day-to-day life being the highlight of the week for your viewers

but what really made you two so popular was in the gentleness he'd treat you with. his words may seem curt and blunt, but his actions said anything but that. in your mini vlogs, ZAYNE would display tiny gestures of affection, ranging from delicately fixing your jewelry and carrying your purse to zipping up your dress and putting your heels on for you.

"hey god... it's me again..."

"i want a rich doctor bf too!"

"my parentsssss <3"

your viewers would nitpick at every little thing, hundreds of fan edits taking over the app by storm, and you'd repost every single one of them

"ZAYNE! i'm home! sorry, usually i'd be the one to be early but the association had-"

you stopped, frowning as you realized the lights were off, the only source of light coming from your kitchen. making your way there, you were met with the back of your boyfriend, seemingly working very hard on something.

"zayne?"

he turned around, greeting you with a soft look of surprise. "oh. you're here." he stepped towards you, and now you could see that he was wearing an apron over a dress shirt and pants.

"go to your room. i left a change of clothes for you on your bed."

you looked at him confusedly before realization and guilt struck you. "...oh! oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! i forgot it was our anniversary! i'll-"

you shut up as he looks at you with an amused lift of his brow, taking this as your cue to go get changed.

turns out, ZAYNE had taken a day off without you realizing it. he spent the day getting your apartment ready for your anniversary. and he had everything set alright.

"i can't believe you did all of this yourself... i mean- wow..."

you two enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner with your favorite foods and drinks, and you kept having to resist the urge to just tug him closer with his tie and plant kisses all over his face.

wait, unless...

"ZAYNE, could you come here?"

ZAYNE thought the two of you were done, wanting to spend the rest of the night with you in his arms-it turns out you had a different idea

"you still haven't gotten your reward."

you uploaded a new post to your instagram page, captioned "my sweet doctor <3" with pictures of your dinner that night

and on the very last slide, was a picture of him turned to the side with lipstick covered kiss marks over his face and shirt, ears a pretty shade of red, and your hand pulling him in by his tie

your fans could only ever imagine what happened after that

it was just after your date with RAFAYEL at the aquarium did the topic of who his lover was striked appeal to the media. apparantly, some fans recognized him and sneakily took photos.

at first, he was annoyed by it, but after seeing compilations of videos where he'd see you two, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to indulge the public.

soon after that, his pages both on instagram and tiktok had tiny easter eggs of you, whether it be your clothes, a second of you in the background of his videos or even in his paintings.

the comments would be full of "did u guys see the ___ in the background?" or "to have a painter as a bf... im jealous..."

to fuel the fire, you'd feed your already large fanbase your own easter eggs of him. one of his paintings in the background, a shirt of his on your couch, a split second of your wallpaper shown, etc.

you were just having fun, you didn't expect anything to really come out of the antics you both were pulling in front of the public.

however, you both thought wrong, as it didn't take long for the people to put two and two together.

"RAFAYEL... my legs hurt... when are the fireworks gonna start?"

"shhh just be patient, we can stop here if you want?"

you two were at one of the largest beach festivals at linkon, and after a whole day of running around and trying everything, your legs had gotten sore.

you and RAFAYEL sit down on the cool sand, the water from the waves inching closer and closer. you could hear the commotion coming from the festival, but all you could focus on right now were the waves in front of you.

"ugh... you're right. all that running around has made me exhausted. don't be surprised if you have to carry me home."

you flick him on his forehead as he weakly puts his hands up in surrender and lays down on the sand. you lay beside him, your arm propping your head up.

"i had fun today though. it's felt like ages since we went somewhere in public together."

he hums, pulling your hand towards him to rest on his face. "yeah... its too much... maybe we should just settle down back at-"

"oh my god, is that RAFAYEL? and... is that his girlfriend!?"

you quickly turn around and were met with a group of fangirls. you turn back around to rafayel to see him already sat up, motioning for you to follow him.

"i know you said you were tired but..."

you read his mind instantly, getting up and grabbing his hand. you both start to run away from the clicks and flashes of the paparazzi, giggling and laughing while doing so.

the fireworks had finally started behind you.

after that whole fiasco, you and RAFAYEL retired to his bedroom back at his studio, breathless and exhausted.

as you two soundly slept, the internet was currently in shambles after finding out your secret relationship, leaked photos of you two running together and getting into your car having made it on every platform.

and as his phone rang with notifications, he had an inkling of what happened.

"whatever..." he thinks tiredly as he pulls the covers over you and him.

"...i can deal with that tomorrow."

SYLUS was never shy in showing you off as his girlfriend, but never once discouraged nor encouraged your moves to post the two of you together

yet the moment you posted the huge bouquet of roses he'd sent to your apartment via luke and kieran and it blew up, it was almost like he was urging you to show him off

you didn't even mean for it to go that big, you just thought they were pretty

and yet, he'd sneak in small comments during your conversations like "the view here is pretty, wanna comemorate it?" or "look, our outfits are matching, i could get kieran to take a picture of us together if you'd like?"

you'd taken the hint pretty quickly, rolling your eyes as you brushed it off each time, until you had a change of heart one day

you posted a video of you touring the city on his motorcylce, one hand wrapped around his torso and the other holding your phone, showing off the view and the well, broad, shoulders and back of your boyfriend

and as you can probably tell, it went viral, with many users commenting how they'd wish they had their own biker boyfriend who'd take them across cities

he scrolls through the comments in his freetime, lips turned upwards and already planning your next hit

"SYLUS...? what's the meaning of... this?"

just a minute ago, SYLUS walked up to you and asked if you'd like to go shopping, that it was on him. you agreed hesitantly as you got up, suspicious of his intentions already.

and without giving you time to think, he picked you up with one arm and has not put you down since.

"well, i thought it'd be nice to treat you, it's been a while afterall."

"...we went to a michellin star restaurant like two days ago?"

"hm."

sighing, you reel your head back and notice a glint in the dark hallways of his manor, along with hushed voices and camera clicks.

was that... luke and kieran?

"wait, wait, wait, wait— i think i saw luke and kieran—"

he swiftly glaces behind you two with furrowed brows, and then gave you a small smirk. sometimes you can't tell if he's teasing you or not.

"pay them no mind, they're probably up to something again. best not to find out now."

he looks at you curiously, "or is this your way of saying you want out? i was gonna pay a visit to the claw machine with you... i heard they had a new limited edition plushie..."

your eyes snap back to his, "no, no! this is fine... i'm sure i was just imagining things."

he gives you a triumphant smile and keeps walking, yet your mind can't help but wander back to what those twins were doing...

and it turns out your suspicions were right all along, for after you came back home from a successful night of shopping, your phone was abuzz with notifications coming from your friends

luke and kieran had secretly recorded the two of you when he picked you up, and made sure to show the black card that was in SYLUS'S possesion

you'd have never thought he'd go along with a plan as silly as this with the two of them, but they were his assistants afterall.

later, you were bored out of your mind, so you decide to scroll through the comments.

"hows it feel to live my dream!?"

"i'll get it one day... one day...."

"if i ever had a boyfriend like that, i'd never let him rest."

and as you look over at the sleeping man beside you, you definitely understood them.

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