#the title is horrible but i couldn't think of anything else

[i4oba]

nct dream as… / fanfiction aus 𓈒✳︎🏡

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✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au

life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.

✰ JENO — coffee shop!au

it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au

when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.

✰ CHENLE — blind date!au

you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.

✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au

you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?

[kunaigirl]

Long post ahead, but I really want to talk about this...I think? Oh lord here we go, lol. Anyways, confession time!

I struggled with illiteracy and learning to read for a chunk of my life. I've mentioned it (in passing) in this post that I made about my experiences with having epilepsy, but I decided to make an whole post just for this for a change.

Somewhere around when I was in the second grade, I lost my ability to read and write due to a bad seizure I had. (That combined with the medications I was given too.) A lot of my memories are blank from that era, except for a very few instances I remember clearly. What I do remember though, has nothing to do with the seizure or even what lead up to it, all of that's still gone to this day.

I had lost my ability to read, and also was diagnosed with dyslexia during the quest to re-learn from scratch. (On top of already being diagnosed with ADHD when I was about 6.) I remember very vividly how HORRIBLE everything felt. I couldn't remember the names of things, and I had to re-learn, from preschool up, both reading and writing from scratch.

Somewhat luckily, I didn't lose anything else besides those chunks of memories and my ability to read, and I still remembered who I was, what cartoons I liked, my favorite music, etc. But suddenly, I couldn't read the CD titles anymore. I couldn't read the VHS covers. It was gone, ripped away from me very suddenly, and I knew it was missing. I knew that I already learned how to read and write, but it was forced out of me by a malfunctioning brain. I was home schooled because of it from grades 3rd-5th. (2003-2005)

In the third grade, I had made just enough progress to get books for 5 year olds. Everyone around me acted so proud, but all I could do was cry. I was humiliated. I felt so incredibly stupid, as being illiterate leaves you with no choice but to feel stupid. I threw those baby books around my room and sat on the floor crying. It wasn't fair, I didn't do anything wrong, it was my damn seizures. I had no control.

When I went back to public school for 6th grade, I got called stupid, the r-slur, illiterate, slow, basically every name in the book. Both kids and adults, all throughout those years while I continued to re-learn in real time. In middle school, my reading level was still low for my age, and I had to be in a special program with extra assistance and teacher accommodations. As soon as word got out, the kids were RELENTLESS. It was 06-07, nobody cared about bullying/etc, especially for a public middle school. The bullying never stopped.

I kept working and studying, slowly making progress. Years of struggling, learning to cope, inventing my own short-cuts to help read a little easier, using rulers and paper edges to help guide my eyes, everything. I was still in "special" classes with accommodations all through high school too. My senior year of high school, I graduated on the honor role list. Did that make me happy? It felt nice for sure, but better? Not by much. I knew how hard I still struggled, and still felt very embarrassed by it all. I'll never forget.

As a kid, the pain I felt was so intense. Physically from the seizure, and in every other way with having to re-learn how to spell t-r-e-e. Starting over with pre-K toddler books at 7. Kindergarten level at age 8, and a first grade level as a 9 year old. The feeling of having my memories ripped away just enough to leave me unable to recognize the symbols that decorated everything from posters to TV to book covers. Being told by a room full of doctors and neurologists what had happened, and being quizzed and tested to see what I still had left.

I have never forgotten those long nights. Even though I was a child, the shame and guilt and fear I felt were VERY real and very tense. And the jokes/remarks from both kids AND adults, the notebooks filled with raw squiggly anger, the uphill climb to regain what was taken from me. I will NEVER forget it. Even in college, I struggled with those heavy textbooks and their tiny fonts. I did well enough, but no one else struggled the way I did with them. I did my work and wrote my essays, but it would take full entire days. It still does.

At times, as an adult, I still get stuck on words. I can obviously read and write again, as you can see with this exact post, but it's not over. I struggle with certain fonts, and some books are just to difficult. I still work at it and still try as hard as I can even to this very goddamn day. It never truly ended, all these years later, 20 years later, I still sometimes fight to understand. I feel like an angry and humiliated kid again in those moments, but I'm not that kid or teen anymore. I lived thought it somehow.

I had a dream back when I was 17, where I'm standing in from of my 9 year old self and that pile of baby books. She's crying and looking at me, desperately. I walk over and hug her, proudly telling her "We read The Great Gatsby in high school, and we understand it."

To anyone who has struggled with illiteracy at non-toddler-points in their lives, I see you. To anyone who's struggled with reading comprehension, I see you. To anyone who struggled with writing, I see you. We don't talk about it enough, and I want to change that. I don't want to hide that side of my life experience anymore. Fuck shame, we climbed out of it.

And to this day, a copy of "The Great Gatsby" is still on my shelf. Because I read it in high school, and 9 year old me would've thought that was the coolest achievement ever.

[altxrrmelancholy]

The me of Yesterday, The me of Today, The me of Tomorrow - Jwy and Cs

Tags: poly relationship, woosan x reader, body insecurities, Wooyoung is just being annoying for no reason, crying, San is very sweet, suggestive, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

Note: This is for a friend (and anyone struggling with this) on here who told me about her insecurities about having smaller boobs than her sister's firmer and larger ones, and getting made fun of because of it. This is for y'all, wherever you are 🩷 (this was requested by her, I'm not spilling any secrets so dw)

If you can guess which song the title is from then you're a real one.

•••

Wooyoung couldn't have asked for a better night. He was with the two people he loved so much, lounging on San's bed. They couldn't find any other day to be together, as their schedules have become packed these days, forcing them to meet at night instead. He was happy that, despite annoying his lovers constantly, they agreed to meet in yours and San's apartment, with him still living in his frat house. Safe to say that he was content, laying on San's stomach on his bed with his eyes closed, as the man doom-scrolled on TikTok. He loved this so much.

"So you guys think I could pull off implants?"

Until an annoying grating voice spewing nonsense sounded from the corner of the room. "What the fuck are you on about this time."

Wooyoung looked in your direction to find you topless, cupping your boobs while facing the mirror. You turned yourself in different angles, looking for... who the fuck knows before frowning. Wooyoung would have said something pervy already about him not having his mouth on your chest when you're topless, but a slap on his cheek stops him in his tracks. "Hey!"

"Woo." He looked up to see his boyfriend look at him disapprovingly before narrowing his eyes. "Baby what's wrong." His attention turns to you, still dejectedly staring at your boobs.

"She does this all the time, San. Are you looking for attention? Is that what you want? Is me sucking your boobs not enough?"

"Woo stop." San's voice raises a little startling both you and Woo. "I swear if you say anything else, you're not spending the night here. I mean it."

Wooyoung scoffs and shifts away from San, making himself comfortable on a pillow. "Fine then. Whatever."

You look at both of them bickering silently. You knew what Woo meant when he said what he said. But that didn't make you any less dejected. Sure, your boobs filled your hands as you cupped them. But you had small hands. San's and Woo's however were bigger than yours and couldn't fully cup them. In the middle of intimate sessions, you would sometimes feel embarrassed when either of them kissed all over your chest, wishing that your breasts were bigger, so they could squeeze and prod them however.

"Y/n. I know what you're thinking, stop." You look towards San enchanted by his sweet soft voice. His eyes however told a different story. He waved you over to sit next to him. You bent down to pick up your top when you heard San exclaim.

"Aht! Leave your clothes. Come as you are."

You hesitated a bit before walking over to San, slowly but surely. Woo was still turned away from the both of you but you could see his eyes were still open, listening in.

San dragged you by your arms towards him and sat you on his thighs facing him. He allowed you to take the duvet that Woo was using, to cover yourself up. You then settled, your eyes spelling sadness as you waited for San to speak.

San couldn't really understand why you made comments like these all the time. In his eyes, you were perfect. You were strong, independent and could easily rely on yourself. Both him and Woo were proud of you. They loved you so much, and to see you dejected over something like this was obviously making them sad too, especially since they loved your boobs. Woo couldn't really say it as it is, but he's sure he feels horrible too. He wanted to somehow make you know that it doesn't really matter what size your boobs are, but this isn't the first time something like this has ever happened. After all, you can't really see the love others have for you if you don't love yourself.

"Y/n." You looked up at your boyfriend's kind eyes. "Did anyone say anything to you?"

You shifted a little, eyes slightly furrowed. "What? No. What do you mean?"

"Because you couldn't have started feeling like this out of nowhere, especially after we reassured you last time." He swept some hair away from your face, behind your ear.

You looked down. Why do you keep worrying your boyfriends? Why couldn't you just be perfect enough for them?

"Love, look at me." He lifted your chin to look up at him. "Hhmm? Tell me."

You felt your eyes start filling up. Your boyfriend had changed his tone and was speaking way softer, realizing that this was not a time to repremand or scold you. "It's just... O-on the internet, this pretty girl with bigger boobs... And all the men were saying that... that she was ideal. And th-that, they were attracted to her and I just wanted to feel the way she felt." You were crying at this point. Wooyoung wanted so badly to turn around and say something but hw knew whatever he would say was the wrong thing. That's why San was there. That's why there were three of you.

San understood now a bit clearer. He glanced at his boyfriend to check on him and then to you. He wipes the tears away, like he always has. Like he always will.

"Do you want other men's attention?"

This made you look up. "Huh?" The softest he has ever heard.

"Do you want other men to see you as an object? Do you want to only be known because of your boobs, and not the other amazing qualities that you have? Do you want to spend the rest of your life sad, because a part of your body pisses you off because of other people's opinions?"

It was often hard for you to fully process words like this, especially in a puddle of your own self hatred. You often worry they would leave you especially Wooyoung, who is surrounded by younger girls with bigger boobs than yours. You've seen some of them. How pretty they look. But you understood at that moment what San was trying to put across, and you did not like the sound of seeking male validation. The only validation you needed was your boyfriends'.

"No..." You shook your head after a while. "I don't like the sound of that."

"You see?" San lips stretched as he smiled. "Then what's making you feel like this? I know it's not about some random ugly nobodies."

Wooyoung laughed at that one. San looked at you as if trying to read your mind. He heard what you said earlier about wanting implants. He never really paid attention to such comments as he thought that if he ignored them, you would too. He guesses that it didn't really-

That's it.

"Love? Are you doing this because of us?" He says with revelation. The way you looked down told him what he needed to know. Wooyoung even shifted to his back to look up at both of you. "Love, you know we love you, right? You don't need validation from us to form an opinion on yourself, you know that right?"

"But I just want to look good for both of you San."

"Y/n trust me right now when I say this but you're the sexiest person ever. The way you move, the way you exist... You're so perfect Y/n. So who the hell is telling you that you can't love yourself, huh? Why are you trying to change yourself for us, when the only one who sees a problem with yourself is you?"

The tears weren't stopping, damn it.

"But-"

"Y/n shut the fuck up."

San didn't even say anything. Just one glare at Woo and he was always looking away. San turned your attention from Wooyoung to him. "I love you everyday, I love you all the time. So it baffles me why you do this to yourself." He lowered the duvet from your chest and grabbed your arms. You looked at him like he made you. "I love you." He kissed the top of your left breast. "I love you." He kissed the other. "And I love... you." Then finally your lips.

You felt Wooyoung move behind you after he heard you sob. He too sat on San's legs, hugging you from the back. His head was buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. If he couldn't offer support verbally, he sure could offer it physically. You sat there as both your boyfriends both hugged you as you sobbed. And you felt so full inside. Sure, San's advice and reassurance didn't just work immediately. He knew this would take you a while to get over. But you also knew that you would overcome these thoughts. And feel good about yourself to love yourself.

"Besides, you can wear certain outfits that people with bigger boobs can't, you know."

"Woo."

"What San I'm right and you know it."

That managed to make you chuckle a bit. I mean, yeah, he was right.

You completely miss the mischievous look that Woo gives San.

"Since Y/n doesn't appreciate herself, what so you say we show her how much we love her?" He says as he grabs your tits from behind, pinching your nipples. You look at his hands on your chest, and begin to get nervous.

San smirks past you. "Woo, that's like the only thing you've said today that has made sense."

Wooyoung bursts out laughing instead of being annoyed as San leans forward to kiss you. He truly couldn't have asked for a better night.

•••

Note: I'm not at all dissing girlies with bigger boobs. The point was that you should learn to be kinder to yourself and love yourself, for there is literally no one that's you. That is all. 🫶

[iggy5055]

Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 1

Suitless Vader, Vader uncrispy

Summary: (Y/N) is taken away from her remote home planet and forced to spend the rest of her life with the new emperor.

Warnings: death, fear, yandere, obsessed, manipulation, gore

Peace, peace was a hard thing to come by now-a-days , close to non-existent and it was an even harder think to keep. The empire had completely taken over in just a few month, completely and total control over the inner rim and quickly making their way out to the mid rim. No one was safe and no one had hope, not anymore, but who could really blame them.

First the clone wars, long, tiresome, painful, always to risk to be caught in a battle, be killed by a droid or even taken as a slave in the aftermath. Then the final battle, all seemed to go well, hope started to swell in everyone who was apart of the Republic, Only for things to crumble horribly, first the rumours of the Jedi trying to assassinate the Chancellor Palpatine, a man beloved by many, then the rise of the Empire ruled by the newly anointed Emperor Palpatine. 

The thing is that my planet was as back water as you could get, if you wanted to hide then this was the place to do it, a down side to this though was that news as slow as heck so it was almost a month till we learned of the final battle that ended Count Dooku and the end of the war. It didn't take us long till we where told about the rise of the Empire with the rise of our Emperor and his right hand who no one had ever heard of. 

It was a good thing we had a lot of pirates, bounty hunters, and even just some travellers come here to relax and re-fuel their ships because without them we wouldn't get a majority of our information. But what shocked us all the most was when we heard that the emperors right hand had killed Emperor Palpatine and taken his title. 

Some where relived, some where scared. The former Emperor had been kind, not doing anything to warrant such hate but some though that he would have turned out to be a horrible man after a few years, many thought his right hand couldn't be any better.

I didn't really feel much regarding the constant changing of plans, I wasn't directly effected by it, none of us were really. We just whet about our days like normal, do our jobs, take care of our familys, on the days we heard about a a new innocent planet being taken over all we would just thought ‘oh, well that's to bad.’ and just moved on.

In my case I worked with my family in our little tavern/inn. we where always the first ones to get news, mostly by bounty hunters, they would come here and stay a night or two, usually waiting to get payed. Being the one;y daughter to my mum and dad I was the waitress and I would lead the people staying at the inn to their rooms, witch meant I was the first to ever get any information. Me or the man who owns the fuel depo. 

It was peaceful, but like I said peace is the hardest thing to keep.

It started like any other day, I woke up before anyone else, cleaned the tavern and started to get food ready for the hungry bounty hunters and travellers who stayed at the inn that night and that I could already hear getting up and walking on the wooden planks that make up my roof and their floor. 

One of our regulars in the tavern, but never the inn, Cad Bane was alway one to enjoy a good meal. 

After a few minutes the food was warm and drinks where cold and tables where clean when my first customer came in, but not one I was expecting.

Really high up bounty hunter like him came around a lot since the rise of the Empire, being hired by said Empire to hunt their enemies and the Jedi, most of whom hid in the outer rim, so our planet just at the edge of the mid rim was a good place to stop, rest and fuel up. 

Bane was the best of the best but never took work from the empire, but his work did seem to move more to the outer rim now that wanted people needed to hide even more.

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

Despite me being twenty years old he always called me ‘kiddo’ but to be far he was in his mid fifties... I think.

His voice was modulated and gruff, definitely the voice of a bounty hunter in his fifties but regardless of how harsh and gruff he sounded his tone was still friendly, probably because I gave him alcohol. 

“Hi Bane. Usual?”

He sat down at the bar I was currently working at and nodded sighing deeply and leaning back into the chair, happy to be off his feet. 

I turned to the kitchen right behind the bar and grabbed a plate of nuna and water. He usually liked hard liquor but I imagine he never drinks water and even Duros need water.

I set down the plate and cup in front of him, He took a bite of his meat and when he reached for his drink he realized what it was and looked up at me un-impressed. 

“I would bet you never drink anything but hard liquor, hard liquor dosen't keep an old man like you at his top game.”

He barded his teeth, more like fangs at me, but took a sip none-the-less. 

Bane was harsh, I never would have done something or said something like that before when I first met him during the clone wars. I knew who he was, a bounty hunting Duros with two custom blasters and a hat with the biggest rim in the entire galaxy was easy to recognize. 

He came in the evening, luckily my parents where in the tavern with me. since I turned seventeen I was the one who took care of the inn and the tavern being a much warmer person then my mother and an extraordinary cook. Mum mostly cleaned and prepped the inns rooms, she was always a neat freak, a hard women who had a 'no one can do it better than me' kind of attitude. But despite her hard exterior she was very warm on the inside. My dad was also just like my mum, harsh outside sweet inside, he had a nack for hunting and growing, he would grow all our vegetables and fruits himself. You'd never think it to look at him but he had quite the green thumb.

It had already gotten dark, a few customers where still around when he came in, every conversation when silent and everyone shifted at the change of mood in the air. He came in, sat in one of the booths in the corners and waited for me to come over and take his order. For a solid five minutes of me shaking in fear once I realized who he was till my mum gave me a harsh shove in his direction forcing me to go over and take his order.

I fumbled over my own feet and my words, by the time I had gotten everything out, welcoming him and asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink I had already made a huge fool of myself. My cheeks red as a tomato.

He stared at me for a minute making me all the more scared. I shifted on my feet a little, never looking him in the eye. 

Finally he said something, well, he chuckled at me. Low and quiet but still plenty amused. 

“Don't worry girly’ I won't bite ya’.”

I relaxed a little, his tone was light and playful, besides he had no reason to hurt me.

I nodded but still didn't say anything.

“Get me some nuna and the hardest liquor you have.”

I nodded and when to get what he wanted. We had plenty on nuna but we didn't really have hard liquor. Most of the townsmen liked beer or ale but every bounty hunter seemed to like a wider variety of alcohol mostly different kinds of hard liquor. 

I got his meat and a mug of our hardest ale, I gave it to him, but before he could comment on his drink I spoke first, rather meekly but still loud enough he could hear.

“I’m sorry about the drink, we don't have any hard liquor, this ale is the hardest thing we have.”

I keep my head down, not wanting to piss him off in any way. to my surprise however he took sip and didn't hate it.

‘Not what I normally get but still good.”

I lifted my head and smiled out of relief, glad I wasn't going to get shot. I nod at him in silent thanks.

‘Thank you sir, we are getting a shipment of hard liquor soon because of all the bounty hunters like yourself who come here now-a-days, if you ever had to come back we will have a much wider variety for you.”

He nods and I turn to leave. He left after he was done eating and we didn't see him for another two months. When he came back again I was the only one in the tavern, mum prepping the rooms upstairs and dad out on a hunt. 

This time he came over to the bar. I turned around for the hot table we had just bought to replace a broken stove, it was much better then the stove and much bigger. Instead of just four elements to cook on now I had a whole table, it was awesome. I gasped a little when I saw him again but I wasn't scared or frozen in place, more just shocked, I didn't think I would see him again. 

He gave me a nod in greeting.

“Kiddo’.”

I nodded back.

“Same thing as last time, but with some real hard liquor.”

He gave me a smirk and I laughed a bit and turned around to cook him his meat and grab some hard liquor I think he might like, I got out a brandy, whisky and rum placing the bottles in front of him.

“Any preference?”

He pointed at the whisky.

“Straight.”

I nodded turn to finish up his order.

After that he came in every other month till the rise of the Empire, know I saw him about three times a month.

I was polishing some cups, having nothing else to do, the food done being prepped ahead of time, i just needed to wait for it to heat up and having no one else in the tavern to serve I had to busy my hands with something.

“Empires getting’ ballsy.”

I look up at him and tilt my head to the side, he didn't normally chat with me aside from some important news and rumours, which if he was telling me weren't rumours but truths, Bane wasn't the kind of man to waist words on rumours or things he deemed unimportant.

“Oh?”

He nodded again, swallowing some nuna.

“Yeah, some say the new Emperor going from planet to planet trying to find a women for himself.”

He looked up at me, I knew what he was getting at but I just laugh a little and shook my head head down and eyes closed, thinking what he was insinuating was ridiculous. 

“Bane, come on, if he is looking for a woman he's looking a noble girl or princess, do I look like either?”

My tone was playful and light, dramatically flipping my hair like I was some royal brat. 

He rolled his red eyes at my antics.

“No chance.”

He said gruffly. I laughed again going back to polishing the cups. 

“Even so, he won't come here, we don't have anyone royal, just a bunch of small farming and mining villages littered all over the planet, come to think of it, I don't think we even have a senator.”

He looked up at me again,

“You sure talk like a royal brat, just missing the royal part.”

I laughed again, this little banter with him was always fun.

“Mum made sure I had an education, learned lots of fancy words.”

He rolled his eyes again. I never know from his eyes, having a lack of pupils made it a little hard but his eyelids gave it away. Moving up a little every time.

He didn't say anything after that, just finishing his meal, a few more people started to make they're way down to grab some breakfast.

After I served a few people I went to go do some newly made dishes. Just before I made my way to the other side of the bar a big cold hand grabbed my upper arm. I looked up to see Bane staring at me silently.

“Be carful, kiddo. Girls like you are few and far between.”

I smirked and put my free hand up to my chest, face gasping in shock.

“Is that an actual compliment Mr. Bane?”

He rolled his eyes again and handed me some credits.

“Later, little lady. I expect to see you here the next time I'm back.”

Rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time I scoff at him.

“I don't have anywhere else to be.”

And with that he left. 

The rest of the day when on like normal, flirty customers and funny regulars, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing wrong. 

Most my age hated our lifestyle, alway wanting more, never having enough but I was happy. No one on this planet was ever hungry and we where always safe and we knew how to do hard work, that was more than most of the galaxy had had in hundreds of years. 

Little did I know my life would crumble in a matter of days.

I woke up early, just like everyday but today was different, Once a month we got a shipment of foreign food and alcohol. We didn't have a capital but our biggest city did have a port that we got our delivery's from. I had to go pick up our delivery today.

I got our our old speeder bike that wasn't all that speedy anymore and hooked our little trailer to it. But in all honesty I didn't really need to go very fast, and once I had my cargo if I went to fast it would spill all over the place. 

My parents where still in bed, they both had me late in their marriage so while I was just twenty they where in there sixties and loved to sleep in, besides I did most of the work in the tavern, they needed the extra sleep, besides most oir patrons wouldn't be up till the afternoon so why wake them up?

I left a note and grabbed a sandwich for lunch later and hung a sign saying no food till the evening when I would be back. I wasn't too worried there was another food place in our small little village me and the cook there often shared recipes so we where always on good terms.

As I get closer and closer to the ‘capital’ something felt odd. nothing looked wrong, it was probably going to rain tonight, the sky was a light grey and you couldn't see the blue sky anymore but it wasn't the grey clouds that felt foreboding.

The trip to the ‘capital’ was scenic. lush trees and plant life, sun light coming down in beautiful rays making it seem like a fairy-tail. I loved the forest. Our planet was covered in them, that and our tall mountains to the north that we mined from. No dura steel or anything like that, but beautiful crystals and some coal. Nothing of real interest however. 

I ignored it and kept going, I was probably just being paranoid with the now darker grey sky dampening my mode, but I should hurry and get my cargo so that my mood is the only damp think.

I make my way over to the port, my shipping order in hand to give to the pilot. I was really early, people just starting to start working here, usually I stayed longer but with rain I should probably get back soon, guess the guests at the inn may get lunch after all,

Being so early I arrived at the port just as the cargo ship landed. I went over to the pilot Anthony, we never were able to talk long but he always knew who I was.

I smiled brightly and waved but he lacked his usual pep. He was always pretty playful and joking but this time he seemed, almost anxious.

“Mornin’ Anthony.”

He nodded but didn't say anything, I handed him my shipping order so he new what crate of stuff was mine. As we waited for the droids to bring out the crate I couldn't help but get more worried.

“Whats wro-”

Before I could finish my sentence I was interrupted by a scream and the sound of... an ion engine.

I look up, my face dropping completely. Right above us emerging from the clouds was three of the biggest ships I had ever seen. Clearly owned by the Empire the one in the middle much bigger than the others, I bet its shadow covered the entire town.

My hand covered my mouth, this was crazy, three giant ships? here? why would there need to be three? such a unpopulated planet like this, one of those ships would be enough to bring enough solders to cover the planets populated areas three times over. the solders would probably outnumber out whole planets population five to one. But three ships, the number would probably more like for every one person there would be fifteen solders.

The port was at the edge of the city, only having forest for hundreds miles, the closet other village being mine. We watched as the biggest of the ships landed onto the forest. Completely decimating it. Destroying it for generations to come.

I couldn't stop shaking. Why three ships? Why here? And for makers sake what would we have to offer the Empire?

I as frozen in place till Anthony shook me. I turned to look at him as the ginormous ramp to the ship started to lower.

“You need to leave. NOW.”

His words where hard. He was right whatever this was I needed to warn my parents. we might even have to leave. By the time I am able to move my feet again the ramp had already lowered to the ground with huge groups of stormtroopers marching down it, but that wasn't what scared me.

The storm troopers all wore white, but in front of them all was one man. he was impossible to not notice and impossible to not know who he was. pitch black armour, a mask that seemed to cut through your very soul, foot steps that seemed to shake the planet itself to its core and breathing as foreboding as you could get.

It was the Emperor, a man who possessed a demanded attention. Impossible to ignore, even more impossible to not be afraid. only a crazy man wouldn't be scared of him.

I was almost in tears, so scared and so confused, Why would he come here. Bane mentioned finding a women, maybe he was here for slaves.

Just before I could speed off I felt eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder to him. It was impossible to tell with his helmet and mask covering him, but I swear he was looking at me, burning a hole in me with his eyes. 

Before I could even think I was racing away as fast as the bike would let me, terrified.

The second I got home a few hours later I was still in tears, I couldn't stop them. I had never felt fear like this. the fear I felt now made the fear I felt for Bane when I first met him seemed like nothing. 

I rushed inside, not even bothering to hold in my fear. No one was in the tavern, most gone to their next bounty or finding food elsewhere .

“MUM, DAD!!!”

“(Y/N)?!”

My voice was breaking, so scared I was just a sobbing mess, not knowing what else to do. I collapse on the floor shaking like a leaf when my mum came rushing in. 

She was worried, scared seeing me like this. She rushed over taking my trembling form in her arms and holding me close to her chest. Her heart as beating fast, but not as fast as mine. I thought it would explode from the stress and kill me before I could even warn her.

“Shhh, sweetheart, what's wrong, who hurt you?”

She started to look all over my body for any injuries but got confused when she didn't see any.

“H-he is he-here.”

My voice was hoarse from all my sobbing, I couldn't help my fearful stutter. 

“Who, sweetheart, who?”

I griped onto her shirt so hard I probably left holes in it my knuckles and most of my hand white, probably as pale as my face.

“The Emperor.”

Her eyes widened. She probably would have thought I was joking if I wasn't on the ground sobbing and shaking. thinking I was just playing some kind of sick joke.

Just before she could say something my dad came rushing into the room.

“The Empire Is here.”

Dads face was almost as pale as mine was, the colour slowly draining out of my mums face as it dawned on her.

“We need to leave.”

Dad started to run around grabbing things we might need.

“How, with what ship?”

“I don't know but it doesn't matter, we need to leave before more come, them being here is already to much, we need to leave, NOW.”

Moms face dropped even more, she must have known what that meant while I was still a scared shaking mess on the floor.

“You don't think that there isn't already a blockade of some kind around the planet they won't let anyone leave, and leaving right when the emperor gets here is much too suspicious.

“Well we have to try something!”

I couldn't make out their yelling after that, the ringing in my ears getting far to loud now. I have no idea how long it was till I felt my dad strong arms and calloused hands pick me up and walk out of our tavern only to freeze and go stiff as a rock, becoming as cold as one to. 

I look up confused, why were we just standing in the doorway. I look over at mum and she was just like dad, stiff and cold, frozen in place like she was ice, her eye unmoving but focused. I look up to dad again seeing his eyes the exact same way. I look ahead and almost screamed. Right in front of us was a battalion of black armoured stormtroopers and the Emperor himself, starting right back.

Still in my dads arms I could feel my breath catch in my throat. My eyes wide.

Why? Why here. This planet was absurd enough for him to come to, but our small little village, only full of farmers or bounty hunters and travellers passing through. No one had moved here in the past almost thirty years so they wouldn't be hunting someone. 

The only possible reason would be he was looking for slaves. A weak planet, an even weaker village, we where a perfect target. Meek and docile and hard working. Perfect slaves. 

At the realization fresh tears slid down my pale cheeks. I would be separated from my parents and probable tortured. I felt my dad put me down to the ground. If he didn't hold onto my upper arms my knees would have buckled under me and i'd fall to the floor in tears. Dad handed me over to mum, her moving me behind my father holding me up, pressing me into her side.

Staring back at me was the Emperor. I didn't know how I knew but I just did. The mask made it impossible to truly tell but while the black stormtroopers where staring at my dad ready to take aim at the giant of a man in front of them.

My dad was huge. About six foot three and very wide. Years of work hardening his muscles. To look at he was very intimidating but in reality he was a gentle giant who get uncomfortable with the sight of blood. Feeling a little safer and a little brave I peered past him a little only to freeze in place again all that bravery disappearing in a second. 

Slowly the Emperor came closer, I felt like throwing up only to remember I never ate my sandwich so there was nothing to throw up aside from stomach acid. As he got closer I realized how tall he was Just a foot shorter them my dad, also a giant of a man in his own right, at least to me. I only came up to the bottom of my dads chest with the emperor I was the same height as his chest. 

The hight difference only made me more scared. He was also wide, ripped with muscles. Despite what looked like ridiculously heavy armour you could tell how strong he was. He was right in front of my dad now, it was all the more obvious he was looking at me now, his head tilted downward and to the side to peer around my dad to look at me. As we stared at each other I became aware of his loud breathing through his helmet.

I tried to back away a little, both wanting to put some distance between myself and the most powerful man in the galaxy, lowering my head in the process realizing it was probably rude to stare and not wanting to piss him off.

But as I try to move I found the second I moved one foot back and started to move my head down an invisible force seemed to wrap around me. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortably tight. It forced me to stay in place, looking up at him. 

“Name.”

I almost didn't register he was talking, so distracted by the invisible think keeping me in place. 

Everyone knew what a Jedi was and what the force was and that the Jedi are force sensitive and had a special connection to it. Being able to do extraordinary things. I had no doubt in my mind that this was the force, which only made me all the more scared. He could snap my neck with just his mind. 

His voice was so deep but not gravely like Bane’s, it was very smooth.

Realizing silence wasn't the best option with my new revelation I opened my mouth to speak only for dad to bet me to it. 

“My name is Dex, this is my wife Luma and our daughter (Y/N).”

For the first time he broke away from my gaze, opting instead to look at my dad but the force didn't pull away, it only seemed to get tighter when his gaze lingered on dad making me squeak in pain a little. 

The second the unwilling sound came out of my chapped lips the feeling loosened immediately. The Emperors eyes on my once more. Suddenly I felt a hand? Nothing was there but it felt like a hand was stroking my cheek lovingly, like mum would do when I got sick as a kid, I couldn't help but relax a little. 

“May I ask why you honour us with your presence my lord?”

Dad sounded so formal, clearly knowing not to piss him off and show him the respect a man of his station demanded. However the second he spoke a black stormtrooper came closer, his trigger finger clearly itching. 

“Do not speak to the Emperor unless spoken to.”

Their voice was hard, seething with entitlement and power. I realized I still couldn't move when I tried to grab the back of my dads shirt wanting to feel some semblance of safety. 

The Trooper had his gun against my dads head, all my dad did was stare at him. I tried to move to hug him, still unable to move, I cried out.

“NO! Please... pl-please don't hurt h-him... please.”

My voice was pathetic, pleading to whomever would listen to have mercy.

“Oh, (Y/N).”

I turned my head as much as I could to see my mum with her hand to her mouth and tears on her face. I hadn't even realized she was still here. It only made me more scared knowing someone else I loved was here and in possible danger.

I turned back to the Emperor and the trooper holding his gun up to my dads temple. If It wasn't too scary it would have been funny, the trooper being shorter than my dad so he had to reach up pretty far to have the barrel of the gun pressed to dads head. 

“Please.”

My voice was pathetic, broken from crying and fear, begging the emperor for mercy.

The Emperor raised his hand, signalling to the trooper to lower his weapon. Without hesitation the trooper did. Clearly loyal to his Emperor. I breathed a sigh of relief as he fell back into formation with the other troopers only for my breath to stop when the emperor pushed past my dad and towered over me.

Dad didn't dare make a move but mum tired to come close to me again to hold me, fearing for her only child's life. But before she could get too close the Emperor shot his left hand out using the force to hold her in place, much like he was doing to me.

I still couldn't move but I could still turn my head to see her. She wasn't completely forced in place like me. She was holding her neck, she was breathing but it was clear the grip of the force was pretty tight. Tight enough to keep her in place. 

I turned back to the Emperor, eyes brimming with even more tears I didn't even now I had, scared for my mums life. 

I opened my mouth to beg again only for him to raise his right hand to my face. I thought he was going to slap me, put me in my place for daring to speak to him again without permission. But instead I felt his pointer finger press gently to my lips silencing any cry or pleas for mercy. 

My eyes shot open, not expecting the gentle touch from the man I assumed would make me a slave. I gazed up at his helmet. The place where his eyes would be are covered by a very dark red, almost black visor. It would be impossible to tell if I wasn't so close to his face.

After a second he pulled away. His left hand still raised keeping mum in place and turned to dad, straightening a little. I didn't even realized he had to bend down to look at me. it only made me more scared. Everything about this man screamed power and intimidation. His heigh, his strength, his men, his ships and especially is ability to use the force. He was a man to fear.

“How much?”

My dad blinked, having been more focused more on his scared daughter and distressed close to choking wife.

“M-my lord?”

“Your daughter, I want her, but I will not leave you with nothing. How much do you want for her.”

I left out a sob, I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. If the force wasn't holding me up I would have colapsed onto the ground, my hands covering my face. 

My dads looks over at me, fear plain as day in his eye. He would never give me away, but at the same time this was the Emperor of the entire galaxy, who was he to say no.

It was silent for a while the only sound being that of the Emperors breathing, me trying to hold back my sobs and mum trying not to choke as my dad was forced to make an impossible decision.

He could give me away and get a good pay out, giving us all a chance to live or he could say no and have all of us killed for defying the Emperor.

I understood. If he gave me away I would never hold it against him, never hate him. How could I. We are only human. It hurt but I would be happy knowing that they had survived this terrifying ordeal and got enough credits to live lavishly for one hundred life times. 

“Dex... Dex no.”

Mums voice was hoarse from the force choking her, barely getting out the words.

Dad looked so scared, so conflicted and so mad at himself probably for entertaining the idea of giving away his only child for credits, ashamed he ever considered it in the first place. 

He looked over at me, my eyes pleading with him to just do it. To stay alive and too have plenty of credits to live happily and easily the rest of their lives, tears brimming in my eyes. 

“No.”

The words rocked me to my core, my heart stopping for just a second as I almost screamed at him. Begging him not to do anything stupid.

Before the Emperor could even do anything the trooper from before came back over. Kicking the back of dads knees forcing him down to the ground. Shoving his face into the ground with his boot. 

I struggled against the force, trying to break free and run to my dad, wanting to shield him from the trooper ready to shoot him at a moments notice. Only to be held still, my effort pointless.

The man keeping me in place turned to me, staring at my tear stranded cheeks, not having anymore tears to even cry. Staring at my drained and withering body and I tried to break free. 

“How dare you, you dare deny the Emperor, even after he offered you more credit than a skug like you ever deserved”

I pleaded for the trooper to stop to have mercy even directly begging the Emperor saying I would do anything he wanted if he just let my family go.

He never stoped looking at me, just staring. I felt naked under his gaze, exposed and weak. Pathetic.

Finally he turned away, looking back at my dad who's face was so close to his boot dad was practically kissing it. 

“I’ll say it again, give me your daughter willingly and I will pay you handsomely, resist and I will kill your wife and make you watch, then kill you and take your daughter anyway.”

Dads eyes widened, even more scared now.

“No, no plea-.”

Mum begged again, only to be cut off by the force squeezing around her neck to tighten lifting her slightly off the ground, really choking her now.

“No, no please, please my lord have mercy on them, please. I’ll do anything... please.”

The last please was almost inaudible. Barely even a whisper. 

Clearly tired of the silence from my dad his left hand that was still extended towards my mum went from a pincer shape to a closed fist, followed by a sickening snap.

Everything when silent, my eyes wide and my mind blank.

I looked over to my dad. His hand where tied behind his back with binders as he screamed and struggled, three more troopers having to come over and help hold him down. I saw he was screaming but I couldn't hear any sound as he fought tooth and nail to get out of the troopers grasp.

Suddenly I felt very light, the force had released me, Contrary to my thoughts I didn't fall, I just stood there. My brain had completely stoped working, not registering anything but the need to turn around. Something had happened and I needed to see. 

I turned slowly I kept my eyes level but when I didn't see anything behind me I looked down. 

There, about a foot away from me lay the body of my mother.

Suddenly all the noise hit my at once, my dad shouting profanity's at the Emperor who had just killed his beloved wife and at the troopers holding him down.

Her neck was twisted at a sick angle. Her once beautiful blue eyes open and dull. Lifeless. 

I felt to my knees, crying out as I crawled over to my mum. I reached out for her, cradling her body in my arms, holding her close to my chest. Begging for this to be a bad dream. That I could wake up any second and be in my bed, my parents still safe and sound,

It took me a second to realize but I couldn't hear dad screaming anymore and I was cooler, like I was in a shadow, The only sound being that of my soft hiccups and loud breathing that didn't belong to me. 

I look up at the Emperor. He was looming over me and my mums lifeless body, staring at me again.

I didn't dare say anything, just stared back, getting ready to beg for mercy again but the Emperor spoke up before I could.

“One last chance. Give me your daughter, I pay you and let you live or I kill you in front of my poor girls eyes and take her away anyway.”

He clearly wasn't talking to me but he never took his eyes off my trembling figure still wrapped in his shadow.

I look past him to see my dad completely restrained, unable to move with a gag in him mouth making it impossible to get any words out. How was he supposed answer?

Unable to answer, dad fought against the troopers and his binders with all his strength, a fury in his eyes I had never seem before. 

The Emperor crouched down on one knee in front of me. Without a word he pried my cold hands away from my mums body. I struggled against him as much as I could, not ready to leave her. But my fight was pathetic, I was frail and weak from all the crying and fear, exhaustion hitting me all at once. 

My weak attempts to get away from him and back to my mum was nothing to him. 

He pulled me away from my mum. Lifting me in his arms like I weighed nothing. Hoisting me up to his hight with one arm. I grip onto his shoulders holding tightly onto his black cape, my hands shaking uncontrollably. 

He lifted his free hand up to my cheek, stroking it lightly with his gloved thumb.

“You had your chance.”

I look at him in utter fear, snapping my head over to my dad trying to push away from the evil man holding me trying to run to my dad only for the hand under my thighs to tighten and the hand that was once on my cheek to wrap around me tightly keeping me pressed to his chest. Before I could do anything the sound of a blaster bolt rang through the air and my fathers body went limp with a burning hole in his skull.

I scream as loud as I possibly could. pushing as hard as I physically could trying to get to my dads limp body.

“Shhhhhh, little one, I have you... relax.”

And with that everything went black.

When I woke up I was surrounded by warm blankets, I breathed a sigh of relief, a bad bream, it was all just a bad dream. I almost let out a cry in relief, but I hold back, not wanting to wake up mum or dad. I curl up a little more, enjoying the feeling of my bed a bit more till I got up and had to work for the day. I move my head further into the pillow snuggling close only to freeze.

I started to shake, this wasn't my bed. My bed was comfortable, but not this comfortable.

I refused to open my eyes. I didn't want to admit where I probably was, and how my life had been shattered. I kept my eyes shut like they where vaults holding the most precious treasure, because if I opened them it felt like I was really saying goodbye.

Even with my eyes closed so tightly it didn't stop my tears of mourning slipping past my eye lids, my thoughts couldn't help going to my parents, I think of all the good times and the bad, all leading up to their brutal and cruel deaths by a mad man. I was all alone now and to make matters worse I have no idea where I am and I wasn't brave enough to open my eyes to find out.

I herd the whooshing of a door open behind me. I wanted to curl up even tighter in the foreign soft blankets, the atmosphere seemingly getting cooler. Not freezing, but enough to rase a few goosebumps.

I heard heavy foot steps coming over to me. I tried to calm my breathing to make it look as if I was peacefully sleeping but it must have been a pretty poor try considering I had tear stains on my cheeks. Once they left I would open my eyes and look around, figure out where I was and collect myself but I didn't want anyone in the Empire to see me like this, weakness wasn't something I wanted to show right now.

It was so quiet, too quiet, it had only been a few second but it was so quiet I almost forget he was there. How could someone be so quiet. The only reason I knew he was still there was because I didn't hear his heavy footsteps leave or the opening and closing of the door.

I lay as still as I could, not daring to move as the figure made its way towards me, standing right in front of my 'sleeping' body and just stood there, unmoving and still as stone.

The silence blanketed us, I started to break out in a cold sweat. If this kept up pretending to sleep was going to fail me if the look of me didn't already the stains on my cheeks and I was probably too stiff looking to seem peacefully asleep.

After what felt like several minutes of unbearable stillness -but was probably just a few seconds- I finally heard the shuffling of fabric followed by a heavy weight placed beside me. The stranger had sat down beside me.

I was still laying in a kind of fetal position, my knees where bend and tucked a little but not touching my stomach with my hands resting beside my head on the pillow. The stranger was right beside my stomach almost pressing against it

I stiffen a little as he sits not expecting him to do that, but I immediately relax as much as I can and try to get my breathing under control, hoping the stranger just thought that it was his siting down on the bed that jostled me a little.

After a few more moments of silence, what felt like a hard gloved hand finds its way into my hair. His hand lightly brushed through my hair, stroking my head gently. But despite the gentle calm touch I still flinched. Bad.

I had no Idea where exactly I was but I did know I was with the Empire after Emperor Vader had murdered both my parents in front of me. That was enough to want to gather my bearings alone and try not to freak out with someone from the Empire in the damn room.

A deep chuckle came from the man, It was powerful and even sexy, sending an unwilling pleasant shiver up my spine. His hand was clearly gloved, feeling leather like and hard, almost like the hand of a droid. It was a gentle and kind touch but hard none-the-less.

"I'd suggest you stop pretending, little one. Pretending to sleep won't work with me."

The voice was light in tone almost playful but his voice itself was deep, it sounded vaguely familiar yet so different at the same time.

I slowly open my eyes, know that I had been figured out. I rub my eyes a little trying to prevent any tears from falling. The mans fingers were still wrapped in my hair, I brushed my fingers on his arm a little accidentally. I bring my hand back down to my chest as quickly as I could. I shoot my eyes over to the man who sat beside me and I freeze.

My eyes where met with a strong torso, and the pitch black armour of the Emperor who killed my family. This couldn't be worse, I was in a room with the Emperor himself. This wasn't some random imperial officer it was the Emperor of the entire galaxy who ruined my life.

I couldn't help my shaking, a sob coming from my dry lips as salty tears wet my cheeks. I look further up, seeing his right arm extended to me, his hand in my hair to his broad chest to his face.

He didn't have his helmet on, that's why his voice was different, his vocalizer wasn't twisting his voice. Thats why it sounded vaguely familiar.

He had curly hair that went close to his shoulders, and amber eyes with red around the rim of his irises. He had a scar going down his right eye. He was very tall and clearly strong but he was also very young looking, close to my age, probably just a few year older.

He tilted his head to the side a little, a grin on his face. It wasn't mocking or insulting, more like looking at a scared kitten, which to be fair probably is what I looked like right now. He tsked at me, still running his fingers through my hair.

"No need to be so scared, little one. You are safe with me I swear."

His comforting words where lost on me. I only saw red. I grit my teeth and steel myself. All my fear disappearing. This man killed my parents in front of me and he calmed I was safe with him?

In a fit of anger and temporary bravery I hit his hand away as hard as I could ready to scream at him, but the back of my wrist was met with a ridiculously hard surface as I try to swipe him hand away.

I yelp and cradle my wrist in my right hand, holding it to my chest.

He tsk's as me again. I try to move away from this evil man only for him to grab me by the waist and yank me into his lap. I keep my hurt wrist close but I pound on his armoured chest with my uninjured hand. In hind sight, not a good idea. him being so well armoured, not like without his armour I could do anything to him but in all my grief I could think of nothing else to do.

"Le-t me go, you b-bastard let me g-go."

My voice was shaky from my tears but still clear.

You would expect someone so powerful like him to hit me back, yell and tell me to be quiet but he didn't. He held me close, wrapping his large arms around me holding me to his chest.

After a minute or two of beating on his chest he seemed to realize that I was hurting myself. I didn't care I didn't even notice the pain. Too angry to even realize.

He grasped my hand, his completely covering mine and my wrist.

"Come now, little one. You're hurting yourself."

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly all over. My hand was in a hard fist and was covered in little bruises from hitting his armour.

"Your only hurting yourself, calm down, little one."

I didn't want to, maker I didn't but the second he spoke his words I felt something wash over me, a feeling that wasn't mine but controlled me regardless.

I relaxed completely, the Emperor kissed my bruised hand a few more times till I slipped it out of his grasp. It wasn't a hard hold, it was actually very light. I cradled both my hands to my chest and let silent tears fall.

'What's happening to me?"

I wasn't stuttering in sobs anymore, now I was just very quiet, quiet and pathetic.

The Emperor moved his hand to stroke my hair again, rocking back and forth lightly making sure not to make any sudden movements.

"You know of the force, yes, little one?"

I nod silently, I didn't want to give in, I really didn't, but what choice did I really have. I had no idea where I was or how to get away and my parents where know dead. I didn't have any other family so I had no where to go. Best to just play along till I could escape by myself.

"I am a force user, I can do many things with it, including coxing my beloved little one to calm down a little bit."

I felt calm, yes, but I was shaking like crazy. I was a scared lamb in a lions claws. I cling to my clothes only to realize they weren't even mine. I wasn't wearing my usual work clothes I was earlier, old and tattered from years of work but still as comfortable as ever. Now I was wearing a black gown. it was also very comfortable and very fancy but if felt so wrong.

It was long, going down to my ankles with a slit going up to my upper thigh. It had an open back, I could feel the cool leather of his arm on my back. It had thin straps and a dip in the chest that didn't leave much to the imagination. The straps almost looked like they would snap if I moved my shoulder too much.

I curled in on myself a little, feeling much more exposed than I wanted to, feeling all the more vulnerable. The gown wasn't very thick, it was very thin and flowy. It didn't hug my body tightly but being curled up in the Emperors lap made the fabric fold around me more then it would have.

I could feel my eyes well with tears but they wouldn't fall, no matter how much I wanted them too, like the force wasn't letting me cry, forcing me to feel 'calm'. But these emotions are not mine, it felt wrong, but it was too hard to resist. It was like a hand had wrapped around me, controlling everything I felt.

"Please... stop."

My voice was still so small, but in his presence it was hard to not feel pathetic and weak.

He hummed down at me in question, his lips resting in my hair as he continued to rub my back. I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good, it became harder and harder to remember what he did to my parents and feel the anger and sadness that accompanied it. Now I just felt odd, I was scared to be with the damn Emperor of the whole galaxy but It was like I was slowly forgetting them. I figured it must be his use of the force, the thought sent a wave of fresh naked pure fear through me. I didn't want to forget, it felt like a betrayal to forget them by the hands of their murderer. I wouldn't let that happen.

"Stop."

I forced myself to seem more confident in my words, Pressing on his chest trying to get up, to put some distance between us, hoping that it would weaken his hold on my mind with some distance or even just my resistance. I didn't know much of anything about the force, just that force sensitives could do things with it like put words in your mind and lift things.

I pushed a little harder. If it came to a fight I would clearly lose but he may be willing to give me a little space.

My poor little one, I could feel her fear, her resistance even her confusion rolling off her in waves. She was so scared, scared of me, the force, she didn't want to give in and by no means was she weak minded but she didn't understand the force nor did she know how to fight it.

She was pushing away from me, I could feel how stressed she was, she felt so many emotions none of them the ones she should feel in my arms, just fear. She needed her space, but I didn't want to give it to her.

From the moment I saw her I knew she had to be mine, she looked so vulnerable, so weak and so scared with confusion, having no idea why we had come to such a small insignificant planet. But from that first moment I saw her I knew I would have her, no matter what, she was mine.

I knew killing her parents would have a negative effect on our relationship, but I wouldn't let something as insignificant as them get in the way of having what was rightfully mine.

I was broken out of my thoughts when I felt another push on my armoured chest by her small hand, calloused from all her days of hard work, She would never have to work again, I didn't want to let her go, but giving her some space would be beneficial to gain her trust.

I let her go reluctantly. She stood up, a little wobbly after taking a few steps away from our bed. The second I saw her shake as if her knees where about to give out made me want to rush to her, pull her in my arms and never let go again.

She pulled her hand up to her head, her head down and eyes closed. She knew I was using the force to keep her calm and I could see she suspected that I was easing her parents out of her mind. She was smart, my sweet little girl, but she didn't know the force well, and while she wasn't weak minded her thoughts where loud and very clear to a master of the force.

Her voice was so weak, she really was so scared. Again, I wanted to hold her to my chest and never let go, make sure she knew that she was safe with me, but all good things come to those who wait and she was a sweet thing I would wait for and give her her space, within reason, of course.

"Stop."

"What do you mean, little one?"

I knew what she meant, but step one of making her mine would be coxing her to tell me what she wanted, what she needed, even if I knew

"My mind... s-stop toying with I-it."

I could practically hear the tears in her voice, but with my use of the force they wouldn't fall. She must have felt so pent up, unable to get her emotions out, cry like she needed to.

I loosened my hold on her mind slowly, enough to let her feel her fear but not enough to let her truly focus on the memory of her parents.

The second I did fresh tears spilled from her face, I hated it. Hated seeing my little one cry and hiccup softly, her hands unable to keep up with all her tears, some one them falling to the cold floor.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to hold her shaking form, how much I wanted to comfort her. But she would only push me away.

I reach into her mind again, not to control her emotions but to see what she was thinking. But she wasn't even really thinking anymore, she was just scared and confused. Not knowing what would happen to her next. I realized she didn't even take the time to look around, see where she was.

She kept shaking, she was mostly shaking because she was scared, she didn't even notice how cold she was. Space was a cold place, and in a metal ship with bare feet and a thin gown that showed so much of her skin it must have felt that much colder, my poor little one.

I wanted to pick her up, tuck her back into our warm blankets, take off my armour pull her into my warm chest and watch as she slowly drifted off into sleep.

Instead I walked over to the fireplace. It was a few meters away from the foot of the bed with two couches and a table between them where I often did work when my office was no longer suitable.

I start a fire and strip away some of my armour leaving me in a pair of pants and a lose black tunic. it felt good to be rid of the heavy armour, It worked well for intimidation and making me seem inhuman, it made people fear me all the more, but my dear little one is not someone that should fear me.

Once the armour is put away and the fire is large and burning brightly I move towards my little one. She was still crying, her hands still trying to wipe away all her tears that just kept on coming.

I was much taller than her, she only came up to my chest, if that. she was so small and frail and in need of protection, my protection.

I stand close to her, I wanted touching her, my hands where outstretched to her. her head was held down as she tried to cry as silently as she could, my poor baby girl.

'Come little one, you must be so cold, come sit by the fire."

She looks up at me with puffy cheeks and red eyes and swollen lips, she must have been biting them trying to keep quiet.

She was very hesitant, backing away a little, albeit shakily.

Despite wanting to grab and hold her close, I resist the urge, it would only scare her more. I hated having to take things slow, but she would give in eventually, with a little assistance.

I slipped into her mind again, she was trying desperately to think of her parents, any memory at all, scared to lose them. it was sweet how much she cared for them but now they where gone, I would have to teach her how to rely on me now.

I use the force to project some of my feelings, making her feel that I wouldn't hurt her, that she was safe and that I only had her best interests at heart.

She was so tense, it hurt me to see her this way.

I step closer, she tensed even more, her hands now at her chest clutching the hem of the gown with shaky hands. I place my hands on her upper arms, rubbing lightly, smiling lovingly at her.

She jumped a little but not out of fear, She looked down to where my right hand was placed then over to my left and my right again. I chuckled lowly at her realization, she didn't seem to notice before that I had a fake arm. For a moment all her fear washed away, replaced by her curiosity.

I loved the look on her face, not scared, not confused, nothing but a good healthy curiosity and the want to ask questions.

She kept staring at my mechanical hand, wide curious eyes that I longed to get lost in, but first things first.

I rub my right thumb grabbing her attention again. her head whips up to me so fast, I think she might have gotten whiplash, but then looks down again with red cheeks, ears and shoulders, embraced at her staring.

"I'm sorry."

Again, her voice was soft, but this time she wasn't scared. I chuckled at her.

"No need to apologies, little one. Its quite the interesting thing to see. I assume it's safe to say you've never seem anyone with a missing limb before?"

In her more calm state I was able to slowly lead her to the couches on the edge closet to the fire, she slight shaking stoping completely now that she was warming up by the fire.

Once she is sat down, I sit beside her. Her back faces the fire and her front faces me but her knees as tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

To my surprise she shakes her head.

"There was an old traveler that came to the tavern once, he had lost his left arm in some freak accident when he was young."

I tilt my head a little, a silent suggestion for her to continue.

"I had just never seem anyone with a working moving prosthesis before... I-I didn't mean to be rude."

At her last statement she turned her head away, not wanting to look at me with her embarrassment.

This was perfect, I got her talking, I just had to keep her that way. it was the perfect distraction for the time being. That and my slight use of the force helped keep her parents out of the forefront of her brain, she was much more calm now.

She curled up into herself more, hugging her knees to her chest tighter than before, I knew I couldn't expect everything to be prefect from the get go but I hated seeing her like this, too scared to even sit openly with me. It broke my heart.

"Ohhh no, little one~ it wasn't rude."

I moved a little bit closer to her, she didn't seem to notice with her head down. I wished she would look me in the eye so that I could see hers. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

"Its quite the engineering marvel, It was custom made from me during the clone wars but I added modifications and designed the gold and black design it has now. I can even feel with it a little, not like a real limb but if I wasn't looking and someone touched my hand I would know."

I hold my right hand out to her for inspection, hoping she would grab it. Giving her the option to do or not do something was a good first step in making her feel more safe and secure.

I hold my hand palm up, a clear invitation to hold it. She lifts her head up to get a better look at it, clearly interested. I could feel her curiosity with the force but I could also feel her fear. She just needed a little nudge.

I was already manipulating her mind a little, keeping my force signature weak, she may not be force sensitive but she knew I was and a random unknown feeling in he brain that one had never felt before is a pretty big give away.

I strengthen my hold on her mind a little, just making a wash of calm run over her, Making sure she always felt calm and safe around me would be important and with a little help from the force it made the process that much quicker.

After a few moments she slowly reached out, she wasn't as hesitant but her hands moved at a snails pace.

I almost grabbed her and pulled her in my lap when her soft hands grabbed mine. I couldn't feel it very much but I could feel a light buzzing, the hands sensors going off. I wish she was holding my real hand, I could feel my fingers twitch at the thought as it rests on my thigh.

Her hand moved mine around, feeling much more confident now or maybe she was just distracted now that she had something to fiddle with.

Her fingers gently prodded at mine, curling them and un-curling them. She moves to my palm, tracing the design of it for a second then moving up to my wrist to my forearm. Finally after what felt like an eternity her fingers made to where my fake arm meets my real one right underneath my elbow.

I closed my eyes in bliss when her fingertips gently brushed my skin. I loved being able to really feel her, If only for a few moments at a time.

I opened my eyes again to stare at her lovingly. Her eyes where full of curiosity, being able to explore something she had never seen before. It just made me all the more obsessed.

My fingers kept twitching with ever touch she gave me, feeling the need to hold her more. Keeping her still with the force earlier was good, the feeling of holding her like that felt amazing but it wasn't enough.

Even while caring her back to the ship my heavy thick armour was in the way, not allowing me to really hold her. I only wore the armour for intimidation proposes. No one alive had seen me without it now that Sidious was dead. The anonymity and emotionless feel that suit gave me made me all the more intimidating.

As I take in her features I was brought back to reality when I heard a grumble.

(Y/N)'s hand slipped away from mine and wrapped around her knees again, her head to the side trying to his how red her face had gotten but her ears and bare shoulders gave her away.

"Hungry, little one?"

She nods embarrassed. I couldn't help chuckling at her, my outside appearance playful but on the inside I was seething. On her planet it would be around ten at night, of course she was hungry, how could I have been so neglectful to not take care of her needs.

I get up, brushing my fingers lightly on her knee. She didn't flinch this time, instead looking up at me shyly, this was improvement.

"Ill be back with some food, till then feel free to roam about, this is your room so you have a right to everything in it, alright little one?"

I felt the need to tell her that everything in here was hers. I didn't want her to be shy about her exploring, the more she got used to her new surroundings the better. One problem however was that our rooms on my ship was different to the rooms on Coruscant. That would be a whole new place to get use to, but I would cross that bridge when I get there. We still had time before we jumped into hyper space and several hours in hyper space so I had plenty of time to think on it. That is, If I can keep my mind off my little one.

The second the Emperor left to get food I fell forward shoving my face into the cushions of the couch, I felt so embarrassed. First I blatantly touch and explore his hand but then my stomach growls.

After a few seconds of not being able to breath with my face shoved in the cushions I decide to get up and explore.

The room was very large, a king sized bed with now unmade blankets was right by the fireplace, the fireplace facing the foot of the bed with couches and and a coffee table on a carpet then went under both couches as well.

To the left of the fireplace was the door the Emperor left out of, it was very big but I guess it had to be considering how tall he was but the door was also really wide, about the width of two doors. to the right of the fireplace was another door, just as tall but only the width of one door.

I walk over, getting goosebumps immediately once my bare feet touch the cold metal. I walk over to the door and open it with the button panel on the side. It was a refresher with a door to the left. the fresher was pretty standard. It looked very clean and fancy. Like the main room it was mostly black. I assume that it was just his colour of choice but both rooms did have come colour. The sheets, pillows, carpet and towels in the freshen are a dark bloody red.

I go to the door on the left, it was a wardrobe, filled with all black clothes. the room wasn't very big but it didn't really need to be either, what scared me was the full set of armour at the end of the room. In my head it solidified the fact I was with the Emperor, without his suit it was easy to forget, seeing a living face and not an emotionless mask. the only clue that it was a person and not a droid being the sound of his breathing.

I could feel my tears well up, thinking about my parents again. The second I think fo their dead body's I feel like a fog has been lifted from my brain, Like I was remembering something I had forgotten for years.

I start to dry heave, not having anything in my stomach at the time, especially because I never got a chance to eat my lunch I packed. I feel my knees shake under me, threatening to give out any second.

I look up from the floor while I leaned against the door frame of the fresher. I feel my stomach drop. I never noticed it before. I don't know how I didn't, now that I see it its painful obvious its there. To the right of the bed it a window. The whole wall was the window but it was pitch black until I cared to actually look at it.

I slowly make my away out of the refresher, my hand over my mouth trying to ground myself and not throw up stomach acid.

before It just seemed like all the other black walls in the room, but now that I take a closer look it was a window. The sky was pitch black, like it was in the dead of night but now I could see little dots in random order all over. I walk closer, placing my hand on the window just to conform it was one.

I fall to my knees for the umpteenth time, fear racking thought my body as the realization hit me. I knew I wasn't home that much was obvious but know seeing the large never-ending expanse of stars that was space really hit me.

I wasn't home, I was with the emperor on a giant ship in the middle of space going maker knows where. I wasn't home, and I would probably never be able to go home again.

I crumple up into myself and sob uncontrollably. The tears seeming never ending as I cry my heart out.

As I walk down the hall to my little ones room I find myself more rushed then I normally would have.

I could feel my little ones distress, I pulled away for a few minutes getting distracted by my chefs incompetency and when I realize I had pulled away I gently eased myself back into her mind only to find her in pain.

She wasn't physically in pain, but her head was a mess of sorrow and trauma. I was a fool to leave her when she was still so emotanally fragile. Even more of a fool to be so carless as to pull away from her mind.

I couldn't get to our room fast enough, opening the door only for my heart to break a little. There on the floor leaning against the window was my poor little (Y/N) crying her little heart out.

She looked as broken as her mind felt. Huddled close to herself, her hand clenched tightly to her chest as her sobbed uncontrollably. Her cheeks and eyes red and puffy, her eyes shut so tightly that it looked like she would not open them again.

She didn't even seem to notice my presence yet, I quickly set her food down on the coffee table and rush over to her. I fall to my knees and wrap her in my arms pulling her into my lap. She was cold as ice despite the fire burning. She didn't even acknowledge my holding her, just sobbing in my chest as I hold her as close as I possibly could, slipping back into her mind in an attempt to ease her pain and her parents from her mind. It would be much harder now, she was focus on them, their faces, how they died.

My force signature was heavy in her mind, she seemed to notice what I was doing. Her parents slipping from her mind regardless of how hard she tried to hold on. Finally acknowledging me she pushed against me, her hands shoving on my chest trying to get out of my hold only for me to hold on to her tighter.

"Shhhhhh, little one. Relax, let me help you. I will make it stop hurting."

My voice was quiet and calm, my lips brushing her ear a little. I was happy to have her in my arms but this wasn't how I wanted it to happen.

Her hands where shaking, all of her was shaking really, trying to get away. She seemed to think that if she got out of my hold my hold on her mind would also leave.

"No- no let me go."

"Shhhhh, (Y/N) I need you to calm down. Let me help"

She pushes harder but I wouldn't let her go, not when my little one was in so much distress whether she wanted me to or not.

"No."

She was clearly adamant about not letting me hold her or help her so I guess I have to do this the hard way. It would be easier to work with her mind without any resistance anyway.

I sigh deeply, I didn't want to have to do this but it was my best option.

Before she could push on me again I grabbed both her wrists in one of my hands, she was so much smaller then me, her wrists where so small that my fingers overlapped as I held her.

My other hand shoved her face into my neck, holding her by the top of her neck and the bace of her skull. She struggled as hard as her little body could still shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhhhhhh, little one~. I promise by the time you wake up everything will be ok."

With that I force her to sleep with he force. She would wake up with a hell of a headache, her mind was so active and in distress, being forced to sleep wouldn't be pleasant.

I pick her up and tuck her back into bed. I look over at her forgotten food. She will be starving by the time she wakes up, I'll make sure some food is waiting for her when she wakes up.

I walk over to the fresher, It had been a long day for us all.

I figured have a few minutes to let her mind calm down and relax fully would be good before I go rooting around in there. I strip and have a shower. Enjoying the feeling of the water wash over me I allow myself to relax knowing my love was waiting for me in our bed.

I never thought I would love anyone the way I loved Padmé but my love for (Y/N) put all out time together to shame, I knew the second I saw her she would be mine. I had to have her and this time I would make sure nothing ever happened to her.

Once I was all dried off I put on some loose fitting pants and made my way to bed. I make my way under the blankets for behind her and pull her close to my chest. With the open back on her dress I could feel her skin pressed up against mine. It felt so good having her so close. My arms wrapped around her stomach holding her close.

I slowly reach my hand up to her forehead pressing it into my neck. I slowly start to work her parents from her mind, sealing away her thoughts and memory of her parents, making the memory of my taking her very foggy. I couldn't give her memory's that weren't hers but I could make sure she wouldn't think about them.

I take my time, if I went to fast her headache would be ten times worse when she wakes up, but already its going to be pretty bad. Messing with someones mind was never a comfortable thing for the victim.

I would give her some pain meds when she woke up too.

Once I was done and was sure she wouldn't remember anything I make sure the blanket was pulled up to her shoulders and tuck her close to my chest, intertwining our hands As I breath her in, finally able to relax with my little one safe in my arms.

Soon we would be home, and our new life would begin.

[crush-like-that]

You asked for Solangelo asks, so…. HEADCANONS GO!! Everything from little outings there went on, Nico meeting Naomi (assuming you HC her as alive), small things they do to annoy each other, angst, etc. literally anything!! Go wild!!

i am shaking like a feral animal with too much energy and no outlet omG Will hurt his wrist once when he was younger, practicing archery with Lee. It was a delicate thing, the way Lee wrapped him up with an ace bandage and smiled at him. "You did good! It's okay." A golden smile that managed to stop Will's tears. He's older now. He can't remember the last time he hurt his wrist. He wears an ace bandage every day of his life. His siblings, the younger ones that weren't there to remember, question him. Will smiles and ruffles their hair "It's okay! Everythin's good, don't worry bout it." Some part of him wonders what Lee would think.

Will is actually good at many things. Healing and medicine is his main focus, but that's because it's the only thing he thinks he's good at. Many demigods, many of Will's siblings, have one specific thing that they excel at. Which is why Will feels so horrible that he's not good at anything. He is though, he's just too thickheaded to realize that. He sings well, maybe not as good as his siblings or his mom or whoever else, but he's got a good campfire/lullaby voice. Soothing and warm, crackles like a fire or a candle light. Calming, always skewed by a smile. If he could only hear himself... Will gets tattoos for every patient he doesn't save. At first, the idea had come up to him because he couldn't stop thinking about it. The feeling of blood wouldn't wash off his hands, every time he closed his eyes he could see that strain in their face... He needed to do something about it. Then it became something to help him remember. New campers come every year, and they don't know the stories of those that passed before them. It feels unfair, to let those people's memories fade. So for each patient he can't save, Will gets a singular black line tattooed on his forearm. Will is very good at volleyball. I have nothing else to say about that. (well, maybe I do. I like to think that Nico sits off by the sides of the court, a step in "water boy" for Will's team. He gets so distracted, though, he may as well not even have the title. Kayla and Austin tease Will about his "cheerleader") Will uses petnames and nicknames like it's the only thing he knows. Kiddo, sweetheart, hun. Tacked on to the end of every sentence. It's not anything big when he starts coming up with nicknames for Nico, that's just how Will is. Nico, however, doesn't understand nicknames. He doesn't know how they're supposed to be used, when it's appropriate and when it's not, how close you have to be to a person to use a nickname. It's a big deal, the first day Nico calls Will "sunshine." Not a teasing statement, like it normally is, but tied on to the end of a sentence. Nico stutters over the word, his cheeks flushed red. Will stops what he's doing to stare at Nico, slack-jawed.

Nico doesn't like to sing. He doesn't like to talk, really. His voice is raspy, he can imagine it grating on the ears of those he speaks to. It makes him nervous. Will loves Nico's voice. Nico doesn't ramble much but, oh, when he does... Sometimes Will asks Nico specific questions that he knows to get a rise out of the boy, just to hear him talk

Nico was very nervous to meet Naomi. Will loved his mom (mama, he calls her) very very much, that was obvious to everyone. With more time to relax, Nico tries to dig up memories from his past. He doesn't remember everything, but he does remember how much he loved his mother. How beautiful she was, in her fine dresses, perched on a chair watching her children. She was a proper woman, manners were a necessity, etiquette was too. In some was, Sally Jackson reminded Nico of his own mother. A knowing smile, the tilt of her head when she spoke to you. But other than that, she was so different. Nico doesn't know how to act around Naomi. He had already asked Will on a date, had already come out to the whole camp, before Will suggests going to Texas for a few days. It brings Nico a bit of peace, knowing that he'll have the chance to ask Naomi for her permission to date her son. But it terrified him regardless. The conflicting emotions gave him a headache. Will thought it was sweet that he cared so much.

Contrary to popular belief, Nico does not cuss. He has a very vivid memory of his youth, messing with Bianca and saying very specific words just to annoy her. His mother had heard and made him wash his mouth out with soap. Percy cusses, casually enough, but never in front of an authoritative figure. Nico frowns at him when he does, and Percy laughs. Jason doesn't cuss, but he uses just about every filler word known to man. Reyna doesn't cuss, but she doesn't have to. The change in her tone, her composure, is scary enough on it's own. Hazel doesn't cuss. At least, not until she's angry. She has the foulest mouth Nico has ever heard. Will cusses like it's no bodies business. Strings of foul words in a southern drawl yelled as someone walks into the infirmary on Will's day off. Nico gasps the first time he hears Will speak like this.

ugh and there's more in my brain but i feel like i've already said too much so here you go!

[sassy-cass-16]

man. the locked tomb is so funny and so full of memes and so beautiful and sometimes it just hits me that it's also so fucking sad.

gideon and harrow spent their entire childhoods hating each other for no reason. they never had to hate each other. harrow had gideon's blood on her hands when she opened the tomb and lost her entire family and it was all for no reason. just because gideon had no one to stick up for her. and when they were both orphans they couldn't even talk to each other about it. because they hated each other.

gideon fell so in love with harrow that she died for her and then harrow spent an entire year pretending she didn't exist just so she wouldn't lose her forever. gideon literally tells harrow's story for her and takes such reverent care of her body for the short time she's in it. gideon first saw her own father through harrow's eyes and called him Lord.

and john. and john is terrible. and he is so human that he becomes terrible. he breaks down weeping because no one else in the entire universe will ever understand his jokes again. he lost everything and he is the only one who even remembers the thing that was lost. he is so completely ordinary that you almost feel like you can't blame him for everything he's done but he is terrible. he let his friends die over and over and over again and he wants to wipe everything clean and start over and he is a man who has gone so completely insane from loneliness that he's circled back around to seeming horribly normal.

he greets his daughter with a dad joke and names her as best he can and gives her a title and a body with speed holes that help her go fast. and he's not malicious. and he's not good. you can't even really call him a villain--what the hell else was he supposed to do? in any of these circumstances? but he is trying his best and his best is simply not good enough. the true horror of god is that he is just human.

all the lyctors. all the lyctors are a tragedy in their own rights. augustine and mercymorn are just the two examples that we know the most about, and their own god/father/brother/lover/beloved/teacher killed them both.

(admittedly, mercymorn struck first. admittedly, john was defending himself and his entire empire. admittedly, it was ianthe's choice to save john in the river that killed augustine. less than an hour before that, augustine was apologizing for raising his voice and john told him to have a cigarette and do you see what i mean about it being hard to blame john for anything?)

and the whole concept of the fourth house in general. we don't talk about that enough. that is almost an entire planet's worth of child soldiers, from what little information we have. what does it say about ulysses and titania that they were the ones to found that house? isaac was thirteen. jeannemary was fourteen. they were expected to become full lyctors before isaac's voice had even dropped. there was no way they could make it off canaan house alive. these kids were doomed.

protesilaus ebdoma had a wife and kids. his wife's name is mia and she probably has no idea what actually happened to him. same with abigail's brother and nephew. corona and ianthe's parents must be losing their shit--they think their eldest daughter is dead and their younger one is now a fucking Saint with a gold skeleton arm.

that's not even getting into alecto. or nona. or camilla and palamedes and paul. this series is so fucking sad even without getting into the revelation that all the lyctors are slowly merging with their cavaliers.

[george-weasleys-girl]

I’ve been binge reading your fics all day, and i’d love to request one!

So, we all know that Fred Weasley is always energetic, loud and a troublemaker, right? He’s totally golden retriever energy. Maybe he meets a girl the exact opposite of him- Quiet, Shy, maybe somewhat emo? Like a golden retriever boy x black cat girl trope? Id love to see your perspective on this! 🤍

Such a fun request! I hope you enjoy!!

Opposites Attract Pt. 1

Fred's POV

Fred stopped his loud, boisterous bouncing around and watched as Y/N sat down in her favorite spot under the big oak tree and pulled a book out to read. Of all the girls at Hogwarts, Y/N was the one that fascinated him the most. With her jet-black hair, all-black wardrobe, and her quiet manner, she was the exact opposite of every other girl he'd ever fancied. She was shy, reserved, and even though she had friends, she seemed to prefer being on her own most of the time.

"I wonder what she's reading." Fred strained, trying to make out the title.

George glanced up from the invention he was tinkering with. "Looks like a book to me."

"Don't be cheeky," Fred grumbled. "You know what I mean."

George grinned. "I see you're crushing hard on our little black cat girl."

"I am not crushing on her." Fred looked away to hide his faint blush.

"Ok." George shrugged.

"I'm not."

"Ok."

"Seriously, George, I'm not."

"O-K."

"Ok."

"Ok," George finished. "Now come help me with this."

Fred snuck one final, quick look at Y/N before turning his attention to his twin and their newest invention.

~•~

Y/N's POV

Y/N was nervous. She knew she was being watched by Fred Weasley. And she also knew he had taken an interest in her. At least, that's what her friends said anyway.

She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She'd never had a boyfriend before, and it would be nice to have one. But Fred Weasley? Mischief maker extraordinaire, the life of party, the center of attention everywhere he went. If she dated him, she'd get sucked into that, and the possibility terrified her.

Y/N had spent her life happily being a wallflower. Sure, her black-on-black style garnered a bit of attention from time to time. But it was usually only momentary. Once people realized she wasn't going to do anything interesting, they got bored and turned their focus elsewhere. That suited her just fine. She liked being the invisible one. The one everyone's eyes slipped over.

Daring a quick peak through her bangs, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw she was no longer being scrutinized. Good, she thought. Now, maybe she could relax and get some reading done before dinner. Putting the older Weasley twin promptly out of her mind, she turned her attention to her newest potions book.

~•~

Fred's POV

Fred stared at the back of Y/N's lovely head as she worked on an assignment in Potions. She excelled at the subject and was probably the only non-Slytherien student who didn't think Snape was horrible. "He's really not that bad." Fred had overheard her telling one of her friends.

Indeed, Snape did treat her differently than most of Hogwarts' students. While she didn't receive the preferential royal treatment reserved only for Slytherin, he never tormented her as he did everyone else. He generally just left her alone, occasionally praising her on her potions work.

Fred couldn't help but wonder what sort of spell she cast to achieve this unprecedented feat. Maybe when he asked her out to Hogsmede, she'd share her secret. He sighed, gazing at her lips as she turned to speak to her partner when someone slapped the back of his head.

"Ow!" Fred looked up to see Snape glaring down at him.

"Save your Don Juan scheming for after class, Weasley." Snape ordered, rolling his eyes.

Fred rubbed the back of his head, pointedly ignoring George's smirking, knowing look as he watched the professor stalk back to his desk. Once again, he wondered why Snape left Y/N out of the matter. If she'd been anyone else, he would've made a point to embarrass her, too. What was so special about Y/N?

Snape's POV

Snape had a soft spot for Y/N. Aside from her loner nature and her penchant for black, which reminded him of himself, she was one of the most brilliant students he'd ever taught, and that was not a term he threw around lightly.

A few days into her first year, Y/N approached him after class to discuss a particular potion in her textbook. She was shy and uncertain of herself, but her questions and insights broached ideas that went far beyond anything he taught in his most advanced classes. Snape was impressed in spite of himself.

Y/N didn't have much practical experience with mixing potions, obviously, being too young to practice magic outside of school. But, she was incredibly well-read on the subject, spending hours pouring over any potions book she could get her hands on.

Mid-way through her second year after she'd read every potions book in the library, Snape began letting her borrow books from his private collection. Every couple of weeks, like clockwork, she'd stop by after class to trade out another book and ask a litany of thoughtful questions.

Much to his surprise, Snape found himself looking forward to their little chats. It was lovely to have a student who wasn't a complete dolt for once. And whose mastery of potions made her a worthwhile conversationalist. However, if he were completely honest with himself, he mostly enjoyed them because it was like having a friend.

~•~

Fred's POV

Y/N was sitting in her usual spot reading. Fred smiled at her. She looked extra adorable today with the little fall leaf that had fluttered into her hair unnoticed.

"Hi!" Fred greeted, striding over to her.

"Umm, hi." Y/N looked up at him for the briefest of moments before her eyes darted away.

"Mind if I join you?" He was all but bouncing in place.

"I-uh-ok." Y/N stuttered.

He flopped down beside her with all the grace of a drunk walrus. "Beautiful fall day, yeah?"

"Yeah--" she mumbled, shrinking away from him.

Fred noticed. "Oh shit, sorry, am I coming on too strong?"

Y/N only blinked.

"I am, aren't I?"

Unsure how to respond, Y/N continued to say nothing.

"Dammit! George told me to tone it down," Fred rambled on. "But did I listen?" He shifted away from her so he was no longer up in her face.

Y/N swallowed, watching his every move. "C-can I help you with something?"

"As a matter of fact, you can," Fred smiled. "You see, I have this little problem. George and Lee both have girlfriends they're taking to Hogsmede on Saturday, and I don't, and I'd really prefer not to go alone. I'd love it if you accompanied me. What do you say?"

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

~•~

[onyourowndaisymae]

"are you plannin' to fuckin' scram anytime soon, or am i gonna have to run you off myself?"

your fingers still over the spine of a thick tome, stiffening at the sudden snarky comment from the other side of the library. the air is thick with his irritation as you turn to face him.

jude jazza sits opposite the bookshelf you're browsing. his ankles are crossed and propped up on the coffee table in front of him, just narrowly avoiding a mug you suspect is his (and also notice he's neglected to use a coaster underneath). the large, luxurious coat usually draped across his shoulders is instead neatly tossed over the back of the velvet loveseat. a small light illuminates the corner of the library he's in. in his hands is novel with the title obscured.

all in all, it appears the wicked businessman had come to the library to read in peace, something you unknowingly ruined by daring to enter the common area.

"uhh... sorry." the words feel heavy and dumb in your mouth. his glower from across the room pinned you in place. "i didn't... realize you were... in here."

"well, now ya do. so get the hell out of here. i'm trying to enjoy my afternoon."

as if to assert his point, jude slumps back a little further into the cushions, readjusting his feet until the heels of his polished shoes thump loudly against the wood underneath them. his eyes don't leave your stilled figure. if looks could kill, you'd be gasping for air-- all for the crime of intruding upon his afternoon.

you quickly turn back and begin to fumble with the bookshelf. you were grabbing... what, again? what was the name of it? all of the spines, with their foiled titles and fancy script, seemed to blend together with the pressure mounting in the room.

"what are ya even lookin' for, anyways?"

crass and nosey, it seems. still, though, it's in your best interest to stay on his good side.

"... i'm doing some research on the fairytale curses. i figured i'd start with william, since he's open to discussing his curse with me. so i'm looking for any information here about the queen of hearts curse."

jude snorts, loudly, and shakes his head. before you have time to ask him what could possibly be so funny about the mundane and arguably studious task you've been trying to do since entering the library, daggers fly from his mouth.

"look at ya, workin' so hard on that dumb ass job victor gave ya. fairy tale keeper, was it? fuckin' ridiculous." another amused snort. "looks like he found the most gullible broad for the job."

anger starts to build in your chest, and that smug grin on his sallow face makes you want to pluck a book off the shelf and spill that mug on his new shoes with one well-timed throw. you swallow hard and turn back to the shelves wordlessly. through your hazy gaze, you spot a title you'd been searching for. god, he makes you so mad. crown is an organization founded and ruled by bastards. yet most of them had been surprisingly pleasant and even kind to you in your temporary stay-- jude jazza was clearly the exception. he had fun pissing you off. unfortunately for him, he wouldn't get the satisfaction of getting under your skin today.

you snatch the book from its dusty hiding spot and tuck it into your arm, before turning on your heel and stomping off without acknowledging his taunts.

but you spot something interesting on your way out: the title of the book in jude's hands. a nonsense word upon first glance, but as you're wandering the halls in an attempt to clear your head, the word starts to make sense. rumpelstiltskin. that old, creepy fable about the man and the spinning wheel? it was not at all the book you'd expected such a grimy man as him to be reading, yet you couldn't think of anything else it could be. a small chuckle escapes your lips despite yourself.

... maybe you're not the only one interested in fairy tales after all.

a/n: inaugurating my blog's ikevil content with this horrible, horrible man. my type of mean men should be studied

[fandomwe1rd0]

In defense of Rick

Now ik this might be confusing because of the title, but I am NOT defending any of his actions, he is most definitely a piece of shit (I still love him though) but I feel like a lot of people who hate Rick Sanchez don't take enough stuff into account, so that's what this post will be about!

Now Rick has done many, MANY bad things, if I even attempted to list them, we'd be here all day, but I'll mostly be focusing on the way he treats Morty, now the way he treated him in the earlier seasons, especially season 4, is inexcusable, and I'm not defending him, but I would like to explain why he did it, he did it, and to do that, we need to get into his backstory.

So everyone knows the basics, right? Rick Prime went over, offered him the portal gun, but if he takes it, he'll have to leave his family, Rick C-137 refuses, Rick Prime takes it EXTERMELY PERSONALLY and kills his entire family in front of him, Rick C-137 goes on a decades-long revenge trip in an attempt to find Rick Prime, but it was to no avail, and when he finally fell in love again with Birdperson, he got rejected and Rick C-137 distances himself away from the first person he fell in love with after Diane, this could NOT have had a good impact on him, the only good influence on him is no longer a prominent presences in his life, then he helps with the citadel, he hates the citadel, but he helped with it. He created something he hates. This couldn't of done anything good for his self-esteem, which we already know is low since he literally made a Diane AI that was meant to torture him because he felt like he deserves it, he blames himself. Diane and Beth died, Bird person left, see a pattern?

Then he goes back to Prime's dimension and lives with Prime's family, his worst enemy's family, he lives in his house, sleeps in his bed, and due to this, he meets Morty, one of the only things that made him happy after decades of just misery. But in his experience, bad things happen to people he loves.

And it keeps happening, Bird person gets shot in front of him, Unity left him, Daphne left him, no matter what happens, he can't hold onto someone he loves, they either get hurt or leave him. Rick couldn't handle it if something happened to Morty, he needs him, it's not healthy, but it's the truth.

So he protects Morty in the only way he knows how, using insults as a defense mechanism, this isn't ok, this isn't healthy, Morty clings to Rick being his only friend, and Rick, despite knowing it's unhealthy, lets Morty cling to him. He clings to Morty as well, and does whatever he can to keep Morty around. He can't let himself love. So he insults Morty as an attempt to also stop himself from loving Morty, but it doesn't work. Morty is his favorite person and he hates it. He wants to care, but he knows he can't. He can't care or else they'll die.

Then comes the heist episode, one of the major bad things Rick did to Morty, now this is nondefendable, but here's why he did it. Morty was already skipping out on adventures to write his heist script, he's drifting away from Rick and Rick can feel it and it fucking terrifies him. He can't show his true feelings, so he hides it behind insults, then Summer mentions that he could lose him, this terrifies Rick more than anything, he'll do anything to keep Morty with him.

Anything.

So he manipulates Morty into giving up on his dream and it works. Morty stays codependent. Rick should feel horrible, but it's hard for him to hate himself more. He's just proud, proud that he was able to pull this off. To keep Morty by him.

Vat of Acid, Morty starts getting a lower opinion of Rick, this again terrifies Rick, the more Morty insults Rick, the more Morty will realize how true the insults are, the more likely he is to leave him, Rick traumatizes Morty in hopes that Morty will stop insulting him. It works for the moment, but it's not permanate.

The season 6 finale, this is when Rick truly thinks Morty doesn't care. This complety breaks Rick. He gets to the lowest point we've ever seen him at. He completely stops taking care of himself, looks for Prime, isolates himself from everyone else, then when Morty was rightfully pissed at finding out that Rick replaced himself with a robot, Rick doesn't get why, Morty should be happy! He stopped caring about him, so why is he upset that he replaced himself with a more loving version of himself. Rick doesn't understand that Morty still loves him and cares about him, because he didn't hear the words Morty said to Rickbot which was "I love you, Rick." Rick didn't hear this, he thinks, and I quote, "I've become dogshit to you (Morty)"

The things I've mentioned are horrible, but what Rick haters fail to realize is that Rick doesn't do this because he thinks it's fun or because he wants to. He's a broken man clinging to the only thing that makes his life stable, one of the only things that makes him happy. It's not healthy. Rick knows that. But he needs it. He needs Morty. Rick is not a good person, but there's more to him than what he does, and a lot of people that hate Rick don't get that.

[yourlocalstranger123]

I HAD THIS DREAM WHERE I WAS A GOD WITH A VEIL WHICH COVERED MY FACE AND LONG SLEEVES AND IT'S LIKE A ROBE? AND OMG, IM NOT EVEN SURE IT WAS ME BECAUSE THE PERSON I WAS 1ST PERSON VIEWING THEN 3RD WAS HOT AS HECK.....BUT ANYWAYS, IMA WRITE ABOUT MY DREAM.

Gn reader/no specific pronouns used. (You/they/unknown person) (lol)

(I would be happy if you reposted my dream or like <3)

welcome, outlander God(S) ♥︎

CREDITS: [I was in a rush and my friend found it on Google for me, so I am not sure if it's correct so here's the title] Art, manga, boy anime #730263 on animesher.com [or you can just type what my friend searched "chained up hands manga"]

Traveler steps into a abandoned domain. They moved the tree branches that over-grown into the domain and searched around the area.

"Nothing seems to be here Paimon. I think we were just hearing things."

"But Paimon was sure she heard something!"

The traveler tries to reassure Paimon that they were just hearing things until the traveler leaned on the wall and pushed a hidden button. They both paused as they heard some stone moving.

Traveler carefully stepped into the new founded room...nothing...happened? They went in the room still cautious. It was pitch black so the traveler has to spread the arms out and just try to imagine what the rooms looks like and so they don't bump their head on something.

Suddenly, the Paimon screamed, the traveler quickly turned around and headed towards Paimon's scream. The traveler stood there shocked and horrified. They saw a eyeball staring at them. Black liquid drips from the opened eyeball as it stared at the 2 trespassers. Suddenly, the liquid that seems to come out non-stop became read then gold.

The light was suddenly on.

"WAS THAT EYEBALL THE LIGHTSWITCH?!"

Paimon was grossed out as the traveler tried to not laugh at her reaction. A chill went down on their spine, then panic as both of them couldn't move. Their heart almost dropped into their stomach as they heard a voice.

"Oh? I didn't expect guests to be here. My, my."

The unknown person chuckled. They got closer to them as the traveler shivered from the cold hands that touched their face.

"Quite a beauty. Such pretty golden hair."

The unknown person was finally revealed. Well...not really since seems like a veil is covering most of their head. It was quite a length. While the clothes were fully covering their body.

Both of them were stunned when they heard multiple voices that sounded exactly the same if some didn't sound like their vocals was damaged or something.

"Look! There's a flying kid!"

"You mean a fairy?"

"No. It must be a realistic, human machine"

"Emergency food?"

Paimon stomped her feet in the air, pouting from the comments.

"Don't be mean. I'm sure she's just a living person" [The original you]

Paimon almost broke into tears. You're the first person who hasn't called her emergency food or some fairy at least once.

Their voices was terrifying in a way. Some was fine, but one of them had some kind of glitch in their voice or maybe gurgle noises as if their Drowning.

"Ah. Don't mind them. I'm the original."

'Original?' The traveler thought before stumbling into your arms when they were finally released from the paralyzed state they both were in.

"So....their your clones?"

The unknown person (you) laughed. Clutching their stomach as they fell on to their knees and holding on to the wall for support.

"Pfft- haha! That's quite funny"

Gosh. Perhaps would you die from laughter with Cyno's jokes because of your horrible humor? They thought.

"Well....they aren't exactly clones. They are just....versions of myself? I have many, perhaps infinity of them. But there somewhere else. These are just "me's" who will go soon. So just ingore them."

The traveler was stunned, before they could say anything, they witnessed the "you's" turning into statue, liquid or anything then disappearing. Although, they didn't question further since you looked tired from the questions. They looked over to the chains on your legs and wrist. About to ask this one last question but you soon changed the subject.

"Oh. Are you...ah, yes! Lumine/Aether?"

The traveler paused. Sweat dripping from their forehead as they looked at you in fear. They haven't told anyone their name. How did you know?

"No need to fear me....I wouldn't dare to hurt such a beauty. You're quite too cute to do that"

The person chuckled, seeing the traveler face flushed a slight bright red. The traveler finally opened their mouth to say something after 5 minutes of awkward silence.

"Do you know....my brother/sister?"

You paused. Seemingly hesitating.

"And....what if I say I do?"

The traveler looks at you and went straight forward.

"Please! Help me find my sister/brother!"

The traveler begged.

"Well....sorry to disappoint you, I don't know their location. But I could help you on your travels."

You hold their chin while smiling. The traveler heart suddenly quicken and pounded into their chest. You and the traveler noticed that Paimon was passed out on the floor, cold. You gladly offered them to help lead the way to the exit while carrying Paimon.

*later*

"Teyvat....looks so different......how long did I sleep?? God damn, I slept better than sleeping beauty for real!"

The traveler looked at you cunfused before you coughed awkwardly and asked them where do you go with them. Suddenly, the 4 archon appeared.

"[Name]...is that.....really you?"

Zhongli asked. Hands trembling as he reached out to you.

"Yes Morax- wait. Rex Lapis? No, God Of Contracts?"

"Zhongli. It's Zhongli"

He awnsered. Ei interrupted,

"[Name]..! You look......exactly the same"

You nodded. You almost fell as Venti jumped on your back.

"Barbatos?"

"I'm going by Venti!"

"Venti, the famous drunken bard?"

You chuckled, Laughing at Venti's reaction. He pouted and hit you in the shoulder even though it felt like nothing.

You looked down, seeing a child.

"Oh? And who are you?"

Nahida looked up at you and fidgeted her fingers.

"I'm Nahida....I heard a lot about you from irminsul!"

She said excitedly. The traveler just stood there in the background, with Paimon in their hands. Although...you felt the presence of someone but quickly ingores it as you listen to everyone's words. Perhaps Nahida should introduce you to Wanderer

You should be careful with the Fatui and Tsaritsa

—to be continued—

[jiro-kino]

❝ VISION ❞

WANDERER ( SCARAMOUCHE ) X READER

contains; spoilers for 3.3 archon quest, sagau , reverse comfort ( in a way ), slight storyline changes ( the Archons are the ones that give out visions )

Scaramouche wasn't the kindest, most certainly wasn't a saint. He had done many horrible things. The ink having enough time to dry itself by how long the list of awful crimes he committed.

And he knew he wasn't favored by anyone. He had seen a few gain approval from the Archons themselves. Those visions... Their ambitions being proven to be something that gods praised on.

His ambitions were neither selfless, nor morally right.

So why...

As he tunes out the Traveller and their companion's conversation with the Dendro Archon, his eyes stared at the glowing item in his hand.

Why was there a vision, Anemo ( the symbolism of freedom ) , in his hand?

"Thank the stars— Finally! I've waited years to do that!" A sudden voice was heard. And if it had been anyone else, they would've instantly got down on their knees as a greeting.

But he needed answers. The wanderer could only stare at the figure with eyes lightened with confusion and swirls of emotions.

"Your grace..."

The person smiled, nodding as to confirm his words. The glow they had earlier had vanished, and yet- they continued to shine in this place of memories.

"Soo, what do you think?" They questioned, barely containing their excitement as they glanced once at the vision in his hand before looking at him in the eyes.

Scaramouche's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I don't..." He started, feeling like the empty shell he was before he unlocked the truth of his past, "I don't understand.."

This vision.. it wasn't given by an archon.. no. It was given by the divine Creator themselves.

"Is this some kind of cruel joke?" He forcibly laughed out, glaring at them through glass eyes. Figure slightly shaking and breaking over the emotions that were begging to be let out.

"You.. you out of all gods.. giving me a vision? For what?" He asked, voice cracking. His grip on the vision hardens as he takes a step closer to them. With a crazed yet forced smile, he threw another question at them-

"You gonna make me your new vessel? Your new puppet to play with, o-Divine Creator?"

It was silent. Yet actions seemed to be enough to answer his questions. A hand was raised and placed on his cheek, gently caressing it before pulling him into an embrace.

The puppet's eyes widen, his face pressed against their chest and the vision continued to glow in his hand that dared to drop it.

It's cold. Cold and yet.., comforting.

"I'm so sorry..." Their words entering his head and their hand buried in his hair as the other was wrapped around him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't have done anything sooner, Kunikuzushi... To only stand by and watch as you fight this world and fate alone.."

He hated being reminded of that version of him.

But for once in his life...

The name that brought him to dismay, had gave him the warmth he longed for.

And as his hands find themselves holding onto them, do the tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks. He cries silently, his face hidden in their chest.

He doesn't believe in the Divine Creator. He refuses to worship them the same as everybody else.

Because he prefers the one behind that title.

For the truth is something he holds onto dearly.

Shitty rushed work that popped out of no where, I needed it out of my head despite not knowing how it goes

[alexissara]

Happy Day of Visibility for Non-monogamy

[Image From Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko!]

Today is Day Of Visibility for Non-monogamy, I am polyamarous, I've written about it a few times in recent days so feel free to ya know search Polyam on my blog and you'll see plenty of writing if you want more but today is gonna be completely personal chat. So strap in for my asexual lesbian polyamarous life.

I personally attempt to be as non hierarchical as possible, I am engaged [and have been] to my Fiancé whom i've dated since I was in Freshmen year of high school so obviously we have tons of history and in these 15 years of love i've never felt like I needed monogamy in my relationship with them. I've dated a set of long distance partners for around 8 years now and I love all of those women and wouldn't replace them for the world, we spend hours and hours every single day talking. I had a recent ex girlfriend whom I almost dated for 2 years before our break up and I have a non traditional subby dommy kinda thing going on with a really sweet girl that's been going on for over a year now.

My Fiancé has been dating another amazing girl who I think is amazing [as a friend] for like 5 years now and she has a boyfriend who is married to another woman but he lives with her. My Girlfriend has been dating another girl who is like one of my best friends ever for a lot of years now too. I have a pretty good relationship with the whole polycule and I am really happy to be able to not just have all this love but to have all this love for my partners. It's super fun to see my partners date and fall in love and explore themselves in new ways, it's fantastic.

I would say my approach is mostly a relationship anarchist style in that I let relationships be what they are as opposed to feeling like a strict line from what interactions with people of particular titles can be. That said when we decide on a title I do take them very seriously and want to respect when a relationship has elevated into something clearly romantic between me and those other people. I love, love but I also understand that I only have so many hours in the day and I want to make sure I am treating everyone well.

Non-Monogamy can be a little bit of work but relationships can be too. At first I was really bad at polyamory, I thought you had to be in a relationship with everyone dating everyone and tried to like force that kind of dynamic which neither of my partners appreciated and they sat me down to clear it up with me that they weren't interested in each other romantically. I also worked to stop comparing people to each other. It had always been that different partners had given had given me different things in my life.

Two years ago I was really sick, like constantly in and out of the hospital sick. During that time I only grew to appreciate my polycule even more. Having my loved ones all in a group chat giving each other updates, having people be awake at different hours so I couldn't be alone and depressed and feeling horrible. I felt so lucky to have so much love and to be showered in that affection all of them trying their best to help take care of me. Honestly, I don't know if my mental health could have been as okay as it was in such a terrible state with that constant affection from everyone.

I hope we can live in a world that becomes more accepting of non monogamy and that we have more rights. My partners matter so deeply to me and I couldn't chose between them. Like a body needs a bunch of different vitamins I need a lot of different love to stay healthy. This is who I am, this is who my heart is, this is me. To every other non monogamous person out there, your not alone, your seen, your loved and we have each other if we don't have anything else.

[mymarifae]

I'd like to ask Aventurine for the character bingo

the crowd yearns for kakavasha... me too man

to elaborate on some of these boxes:

- i'm going to go ahead and boldly assume that the penacony arc is very much not the last we've seen of aventurine and he's going to show up more in the future. and he'll be like. important to the progression of the story again. you never know though. hoyoverse is really stupid. hence the golden '?'s

- so like. i've come to really adore ratiorine, but holy shit the way this fandom has reduced aventurine (and veritas too but this ain't about him rn) to ship fodder 😭 like. aventurine exists outside of his interactions with veritas. he has relationships with other characters. i'm really tired of the way some people frame veritas' note as the one thing that saved him from sinking into the nihility like... bro he wouldn't have even looked at the damn thing if acheron hadn't talked him off the metaphorical ledge and reminded him it was still in his pocket!!!!! and like, why do you think veritas just left him with the note instead of loudly hinting at him to look at it right then and there? it would have saved him the trouble of having to go and nearly kill himself. probably. maybe. idk he would have had the opportunity to rework his plan at least. but!!!!

veritas was respecting aventurine's independence and autonomy. he knew he couldn't just swoop in and provide him with all the answers and "save" him. not only would it be poorly received (like aventurine is EXTREMELY protective of his independence and autonomy; for much of his life, things have been entirely out of his control, and now that he has [some of] that control back he's not about to let it go, and if you block him from doing something, even if it's for his own safety and well-being, he'll Lash Out. Badly), but also it would mean aventurine leaves penacony without learning anything. and he'll ultimately pull the exact same stupid reckless suicidal stunts until something does finally kill him. if anyone was going to save anyone here, it had to be aventurine saving himself. nothing else would make the lesson stick

idk. like, aventurine is just so fiercely independent. he doesn't need veritas to pick up the shards of all his insecurities and traumas and piece him back together. he doesn't want veritas to do that. he wants to do it himself. i think he probably needs a really good hug and he deserves to learn what it's like to be cared for again, but he's not a fragile delicate little thing that needs to be babied

- ^ on that note, what i mean by "it's complicated" is like... he's not a horrible person but he's not exactly the most innocent perfect victim. he has a reputation throughout the universe for being cunning and dangerous and manipulative and it's very much deserved lol. there's a lot of gray here, in his sense of morality. a lot of it is probably born from the fact that he just stopped caring after he earned his stoneheart title and discovered he was too late to exercise any of his newfound power to help the people he wanted the power to help, but like. he's a grown ass man. he's pulled more than one shady stunt. The Babying, man 😭 i'm sick and tired

- and! i adore every part of his design except for how pasty white he is. this man should have been brown. this is another point for the "done dirty by fans" because not nearly enough people are willing to deviate from canon to give him brown skin lol

[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Twenty-fourth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: A Traitor's Punishment

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Original Female Character

Relationship(s): /

Rating: M

Words: 975

Prompt: Mouth Stitched Shut

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Torture, Blood & Injury, Kidnapping, Major Character Injury

A/N: Prequel to "To Hope"

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ A Traitor's Punishment ~

Robert "Robbie" Scott no longer knew how long he had been held captive in this room. He couldn't remember how long he had been persecuted and punished for something he hadn't done.

They accused him of stealing information about Section 31 and planning to sell it. They said that he was a traitor and that he had to pay for it.

Robbie laughed humorlessly, tears in his eyes, while he just shook his head.

He hadn't done anything. He hadn't stolen any information. But he couldn't deny that he would have loved to.

These people should be punished. The members of the Section who committed crimes on a daily basis in order to achieve the Federation's goals. People who had no scruples and did not stop at blackmail and torture. Someone should expose them publicly and put an end to it all.

They had forced Robbie to work for the organization when they had discovered his potential as a technician by threatening to harm his son Chris. He had had no choice but to comply.

The door opened for what felt like the hundredth time and Robbie sighed in exhaustion when he saw who entered the room.

Alexandra.

The pretty, slender woman was in charge of one of the groups in Section 31, and Robbie had been put under her command. She was a truly horrible, unscrupulous person. And she really enjoyed torturing people.

"Good morning, Robert? How are we feeling today?" Her voice dripped with scorn and she smiled wickedly at Robbie as she stepped in front of the chair he was tied to.

He said nothing. If he answered anything, he would surely get a punch in the gut. On the other hand... even if he remained silent, Alexandra would certainly hurt him. But why should he waste the rest of his strength talking? It wouldn't get him out of this situation either way.

"I thought I'd like to try something new with you today. This constant beating, waterboarding and all that other stuff is getting really boring." Alexandra put the suitcase she was carrying on a nearby table and opened it.

Robbie couldn't see what she was taking out of it at first, but the glint in her eyes told him that it was certainly something very painful.

"Look at this, Robert. Isn't it beautiful?" Slowly, Alexandra turned around and showed Robbie something he had only ever seen in books.

A needle.

"It's crazy to think that it used to take people hours to repair clothes with something like this. I'm really glad that it's quicker and easier today." Alexandra took something else out of the suitcase. A long piece of thread. "But I've discovered that this old sewing kit can also be good for something completely different."

Robbie watched as the woman carefully threaded the thread through the needle and then tied a knot at one end. He felt sick to his stomach as he imagined what she could do with it.

"As we've established, you haven't revealed the stolen information to anyone yet, so... let's make sure you never will."

Alexandra grinned maliciously as she grabbed Robbie's hair with one hand and pulled his head back briskly. He tried to move his head as best he could, but the hours of torture over the previous days had weakened him beyond belief. He had no strength to fight back.

When the needle pierced his lower lip for the first time, the Scotsman let out an agonized whimper. Tears flowed from his eyes and he gave Alexandra a pleading look. But she paid no attention to him.

With a satisfied smile, she kept her eyes fixed on the needle, making sure that every stitch was in place.

Robbie felt hot blood flowing from his lips, both into his mouth and onto his chin. Alexandra made every effort to ensure that each stitch hurt and she worked very slowly.

"Perfect! I should have been a surgeon in the dark ages," she finally announced proudly.

Robbie sobbed quietly to himself. He would have liked to scream and curse, but that was no longer possible.

He lowered his chin exhaustedly towards his chest as his tormentor let go of his head and he tried to breathe through his nose. After all the crying, however, it wasn't easy.

Alexandra seemed to notice. The smile on her lips widened even more and she turned her head to the side thoughtfully.

"Then again..."

Robbie's eyes widened in shock when Alexandra suddenly held his nose. His heart and pulse raced from the sudden lack of oxygen. He couldn't breathe through his nose or mouth.

Panicked, he made unintelligible noises and somehow tried to move his head to free his nose, but he wasn't strong enough.

So he squinted his eyes desperately and did what he knew Alexandra had imagined he would do.

He tore his mouth open. Hellish pain shot through his whole body as his lips tore open and he screamed as loud as he could when air finally flowed through his lungs again. He coughed and sobbed and cried pitifully.

But Alexandra just laughed.

"Wonderful! A really great method of torture. What do you think of a second round, Robert?" She waved the needle around and the Scotsman just shook his head helplessly.

Not again. He didn't want to have to endure this pain again. He didn't want to –

Alexandra's communicator beeped and she pulled it out to see who had sent her a message. With a broad grin, she put the device back in her pocket.

"Unfortunately, we don't have time for another round. We have a visitor coming soon. It looks like you might still have a chance of surviving, Robert."

With these words, Alexandra strolled out of the room and left Robbie to his thoughts and pain. But she would be back very soon.

[orionsangel86]

Good Omens S2 Episode Review - 201 The Arrival

You know how here on tumblr we often voice our grievances about modern film and television? Everything is too dull and washed out, too dark and grimy, too muffled to the point we can barely hear, and the writing seems to be done in such a way that you can almost feel the contempt oozing off of the writers for their own fanbases?

Maybe Neil Gaiman came across those posts and had a good chuckle, before nodding in agreement and taking notes, because at least so far in episode 1, GOS2 makes none of these vital mistakes! I can already tell I'm going to fall headfirst into obsession over this series again, and I've only watched one episode!

Spoilers for episode 1 only under the cut. Safe for anyone who hasnt watched any further (because I haven't either at this point!)

Gods its gorgeous isnt it? To the extent that I think gifmakers wont have to spend hours and hours doing colour corrections for once! The opening scene blew me away. I wonder if we'll ever find out who Crowley was before he fell? Seeing as he was clearly a high ranking angel. This is where the Crowley-was-Raphael truthers are throwing a party lol.

From that first scene its clear they are going heavy handed on the AziraCrow romance. Zira's little double take when he thinks Crowley is calling him gorgeous before realising he was talking about the nebula was already less subtle than anything they gave us in the entirety of season 1. So we are off to a good start!

"How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?" Oh Crowley, my poor naive little angel! :'(

It's interesting how already there seems to be a general mockery of creationism and creationists (which I love btw) because of how idiotic these beliefs are. Crowley is asking all the right questions of course. Creating the universe just to center everything around a little planet called Earth just seems a bit, well, silly doesn't it!

The title sequence is an absolute ball and I consider it sacrilegious to skip it!

This episode sets up an interesting new dynamic for Aziraphale and Crowley that raises questions. If we consider where things were left off at the end of season 1, you would think they would be on very good terms, happily enjoying their retirement together (whether as friends or something else) but that doesn't appear to be the case. It was already something I picked up in the promo scenes, but seeing the full episode now it really isn't subtle that something has gone sort of wrong or at least somewhat disjointed for them. There is a tension between them which is completely new.

"There's only three reasons why you ever call me.

You're bored.

You have to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop.

Somethings wrong."

Do I detect a hint of bitterness there Crowley?

That plus the clear jealousy towards Aziraphale's "naked man friend" and the anger with which he responds "SO DID I!" indicates that Crowley is very much not happy with the current state of their relationship. Why would Crowley not be happy with their relationship when he should have everything he wants? Freedom from Hell, relative safety in retirement... okay so he's living in his car which isn't ideal (but something tells me that's more because he's waiting for Aziraphale to invite him to live at the bookshop than that he couldn't find another apartment if he wanted to). What else could Crowley possibly want thats causing this tension? Hmmmm.

I love how with Crowley, there is at least consistency in his motivations to do anything. In that if it's something that he doesn't want to do, but Aziraphale is in danger if he doesn't do it, he'll leap head first into the fire just to protect Aziraphale. Beelzebub's threat about "extreme sanctions" is clearly a horrible thought, and what would Crowley even be if Aziraphale was erased from existence? It raises the stakes beyond the threats of the first season. Destruction is bad enough, but at least you'll have your memories of your friend/6000 year old life partner, but to be erased from the book of life completely? Ooof that's worse. Far FAR worse. Poor Crowley.

So he returns. Of course. The catty bitchiness between them when Crowley returns though and has to grovel with that silly little dance (and I do hope I see at least a dozen gifsets of that silly little dance when I eventually remove my filters!). OMG Aziraphale you are such a bitchy gay I love you! But does Crowley tell him about the threat? No of course he doesn't. Because draaamaaaaa babes!

I have to scream about Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy being the first Queen song to play. You gotta hand it to Neil, he clearly knows his fanbase well!

Moving on to Maggie and Nina, I find their dynamic lovely and awkward, though I do think the narrative parallels are more heavy handed than in a season 8 monster of the week Supernatural episode (which is an impressive feat of brick-wall-to-the-face obviousness believe me). Still, I love narrative parallels as a storytelling device, so I am of course gonna eat all this up and gorge on "the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one" tropeyness to my hearts content.

Clearly Maggie is the Aziraphale and Nina is the Crowley (the twist being that Maggie fell first, whereas we all know Crowley has been holding a flame for Aziraphale since the Garden - then again, that opening scene puts Aziraphale's feelings in a new light!) so I am looking forward to seeing how else their budding relationship compares in future episodes!

Re the central mystery around Gabriel, I've gotta hand it to John Hamm, he's hilarious. I love him. I have absolutely no idea where this is going after only 1 episode, other than to giggle at the fact that if all of Soho didn't already assume Aziraphale was "as gay as a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide" then they certainly do now!

"You're funny. I love you." Amazing. No notes. Keep making Aziraphale squirm lol. Though doesn't it also pose an interesting question? Gabriel is still an angel right? Beings of love. They are supposed to feel love and I think part of the point of the beurocracy of Heaven is that the angels have forgotten their original purpose - to love others. Right? Maybe I'm just making that up, but I found it interesting that as soon as Gabriel found himself enjoying Aziraphale's company, he was so comfortable just expressing his feelings like that.

(side note that I love how in GO, they always give a fairly accurate representation of the streets of Soho, too many films and TV shows filmed in London underestimate just how bloody crowded the city is. You can't move without bumping into someone in the West End at any point and GO has gone all out on filling their film studio with extras which is a nice touch.)

So whats in the box? What's in the matchbox? I'm calling it now there is a connection. I also don't think either are actually "empty". Gabriel said his arms were heavy from carrying the box around, but if it was empty then it wouldn't have hurt his arms to carry it. A trick of some kind perhaps? Something invisible perhaps?

The Book of Job quote on the matchbox "Out of his mouth go burning lamps and sparks of fire leap out" Probably important. Isn't one of the episodes coming up about Job? Still, I am in no way a bible scholar I haven't even read the thing, so I'm not gonna attempt to analyse all this and I am sure some other very intelligent person on Tumblr has already done so!

It was a really good really enjoyable episode with some laugh out loud moments. I like the mystery, and all the new characters are interesting. So far nothing has bored me and I really am gagging to watch the next episode ASAP. Its wonderful having Aziraphale and Crowley back on the screen again, like coming home to see some old friends, but this time for some reason its all a bit awkward and the tensions a bit off and so I am sitting here wondering if maybe they got really drunk one night and almost fucked but then didn't go through with it and refuse to discuss it so now i'm going to have to subtly get them to talk about their relationship drama. Lmao.

I'm a slut for other peoples relationship drama though, and Neil Gaiman just handed it to me on a platter. ;-)

[bteezxyewriter12]

Rebounding/4

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, Past Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 7.5k

Includes- Angst, sex from behind, table sex, kitchen sex, public sex, cock riding, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @kjqueen05 @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3

Tae POV

"Yo Tae!", Jungkook calls as I walk into practice

"What?"

I just woke up and rushed here

Raon forgot to set an alarm like I asked her to

I woke up to Namjoon calling me and yelling at me to get my ass to practice

"Tell Jo congrats"

What?

Congrats about what?

"Uh what?"

He raises his eyebrow, "You don't know?"

I shake my head

I don't

I haven't spoken to her since I called her those names

The guys don't know about that

They think I still talk to her regularly

I finally texted last month trying to get her to talk to me but she never answered

And I didn't try hard enough to reach her although I know where she lives and works

I'm a horrible friend

"She's dating an idol. Seonghwa from ATEEZ. He just announced their relationship. And get this, his fans are happy for him"

She what?

What's going on?

"What?", I ask tiredly

Jungkook hands me his phone, the news at the top of Google's page

There's a picture of him and her, the title of the article reading, "Idol Park, Seonghwa of ATEEZ has a girlfriend"

I clench my jaw, my eyes popping open

It's one of the guys that she fucked that day

She actually dating one of them

"I texted her but she hasn't answered back yet. So tell her congrats when you talk to her"

"Uh huh", I say distractedly, reading the article

He announced their relationship through social media first then his company KQ confirmed the post and their relationship

The statement from KQ says they've been together for ten months and they hope ATINY will continue to support him, his relationship and ATEEZ

Clicking on the link to the Instagram post, I'm taken to ATEEZ's Instagram

The picture is of them together, sitting in a dressing room

I can tell she's sitting on his lap as she faces the camera because he's leaning forward, his chin on her shoulder, face next to hers

She's leaning towards him, her head resting against his, smiles on their faces

He is good looking I'll give him that

But her....she's stunning

Her big beautiful brown eyes are shining, black around them in her signature winged eyeliner

Her hair is a lot longer than the last time I saw her, the color a pretty bright cerulean

She's smiling and it's gorgeous

She looks so happy and a spark of jealousy erupts in my chest

Ok what the hell is wrong with me?

There is not reason for me to be jealous

I have Raon and now Joanne has someone

I should be happy for her

I am happy for her

It's just....I miss her

In every way possible

And why him?

Why one of the guys she fucked?

She couldn't find someone else other than the guy who used her?

Is she in love with him?

Or is she just with him for sex?

And why am I questioning this like I'm her father?

My eyes move to the caption, "Me and my jagi💗", more jealously washing over me

This is insane

She's not mine, she's his

I shouldn't feel like this

It has to be a fluke

Probably just because I miss sex with her

Raon still isn't too open in bed and I'm getting bored of the same thing

Almost anything I suggest she turns down

She only lets me blind fold her which is getting dull

She still won't play into the daddy kink or let me tie her up or anything

She also doesn't ride me that much, getting tired easily

It's not like sex is everything because it isn't but it's not something I'm craving from Raon like I craved it from Joanne

I need to stop thinking about this

She's with Seonghwa now, out of reach and I have Raon

Handing Jungkook his phone back, I don't say anything, just get in to position for the first song we're gonna practice

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Two weeks later

J POV

"Hwa, harder!", I moan, in so much pleasure from his cock fucking into me from behind

He grips my hips so hard, his snapping into me harder than before

I keep my cheek against the table, my hand crushing napkins and the tablecloth in my small kitchen

The wet sound of his cock moving inside me adds to his sexy moans and the sounds of his skin hitting mine

I don't even know how we ended up like this

He slept over, I made breakfast, we ate and as we were cleaning up I bumped into him and that apparently did it

I shouldn't be surprised though

We have sex any chance we get

I can't get enough of him

His kisses, his touches, his body against mine, his cock inside me

I swear I could sit on his dick all day, kiss his sweet lips all day, run my fingers in his hair and touch his soft cheek

I've almost told him I love him so many times but that fear is still there and keeps me from saying it

I hope he knows I love him from my actions but I know he'd love to hear it

I'll get there soon

"Mmm getting so tight jagi", he whimpers, "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes Hwannie. Fuck", I moan, teetering on the edge

His cock hits my spot and I scream his name, coming for the third time, pleasure wracking my body

"Yes jagi. Fuck such a pretty messy you're making"

He pulls out when I finish, turns me around and lifts me into the table

He moves between my open legs, moving my legs around his waist, his cock plunging inside me

"Hwannie", I cry, leaning my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

He wraps his arm around me, hand on my ass as he pulls me to the edge of the table

His hips move lightening fast, fucking me stupid

His free hand wraps around my boob, fingers pinching my nipple and tugging on my ring, sending pleasure down my spine

"Fuuuccckkk", I whine

His hips slap into me, cock moving so fast it's hard for me to clench around him but I do my best

He buries his cock inside me, grinding into me, his head rubbing my spot as I desperately moan his name

"Oh fuck yes", he moans, hips pressing into me, cock rubbing faster, "Cream my cock baby. Throb harder"

"Mmm, yeah baby. I'll make your cock so messy", I murmur, the pleasure turning off my brain

"Do it. Now baby. I want it now. Let me feel you"

Ecstasy slams into me as I fall over the edge, pulsing so fast around him, I can't stop

"Seonghwa!", I yell, hearing him moaning, "Fill me Hwa. Give me your cum baby"

"Joanne fuck", he cries, burying his face in my neck, cock throbbing inside me as he unloads his cum

I feel the warmth from his cum and I fucking love it

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him tightly as he cums, kissing his beautiful neck and shoulder everywhere

"My baby", I whisper

"My jagi", he murmurs, kissing my neck

We stay hugging each other for a few minutes but of course it has to end

He'll be even later for practice than he already is

His phone kept ringing and I know it's Hongjoong calling him

"We have to go Hwa"

He hurrumphs, squeezes me tightly then lets go

"We'll be together later ok? After work I'll come get you from...whenever you are", I assure him

"I know baby. I just...miss you"

I smile, "I miss you too Hwa"

He leans closer, giving me a quick sweet kiss, then he helps me off the table and we get dressed

"Jagi?", he says

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

I look over at him, "Sure"

Inside my heart is pounding wondering if this is finally it

If he's going to leave for good

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to the Fact music awards on Saturday"

I blink, taking in what he asked

It's completely the opposite of what I thought he was going to say

Then my mind catches up to what he said

"An award show?", I gape

That's big

I don't know of any idol who have brought their significant other to an award show

Then again I don't really watch the whole awards show and almost never watch the red carpet part

"Yeah jagi", he smiles, "I want you to come with me. Everyone knows about us and the managers agreed"

He's not wrong

So far ATINYS have accepted us

Of course there are some who send hate and say nasty things but they're far and few in between

From their comments, ATINY likes me apparently and think I'm good for Seonghwa

They love the pictures we post and always ask him for more so he gives them more

He asked me to make another Instagram so I could post pictures of us and told me not to use my name in the username

He didn't want me to use my personal Instagram either so I took his advice, privated my personal one and made a new one which he linked on one of the pictures he posted

Overnight I got millions of followers on that Instagram, asking for more pictures of us too

Needless to say our relationship has not had a negative effect on ATEEZ

"This is big Hwa. Are you sure?"

"Definitely jagi", he says, coming over to me and taking my hands, "I want you with me. I don't care what anyone says"

I think about it for a second then nod, "Yeah Hwa ok"

"Yeah", he smiles, "You sure you wanna go?"

I nod, "Yeah Hwa. I want to be there with you. I'll always support you and be by your side baby"

"Thanks jagi. You're the best", he says, kissing me again

I fall into his amazing kiss, not wanting it to end

His phone goes off and he groans into the kiss before he pulls away

"Let's go baby before Hongjoong had a cow", I giggle

"Yeah yeah", he mutters, texting on his phone

I take his hand and pull him through my apartment door so I can get him to practice as fast as I can

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Three days later

"This dress?", I gape

"Yes", Aera, one of the stylists nods, "You need to hide your tattoos"

I mean yeah I know that but the chest area is....kinda revealing

Not kpop like at all

When I agreed to go to the music awards I asked Seonghwa what I was supposed to wear

I had nothing to wear at a red carpet award show

He told me not to worry, that they stylists were already working on a dress, hairstyle and makeup for me

I just had to show up

Easy

I already had my hair washed again, even though I showered before I got here, and had my makeup done

I insisted on winged eyeliner and the makeup artist, Mina, sighed but added it in

"Joanne, just put the dress on. Grace still has to do your hair"

I just nod, letting Aera lead me behind a curtain

She stands there with the dress and I'm wondering why she's still here

"Ummm", I stammer

"Take your clothes off"

I raise my eyebrow, "What?"

She rolls her eyes, "Please. You don't have anything I haven't already seen. Take your clothes off, get in the dress and let me fix you"

Alrighty then

I undress, although I am uncomfortable

At least I can keep my bra and underwear on

Aera helps me into the dress, zippering the back for me

Moving in front of me, she sticks her hand in the front of the dress, grabs a handful of boob and pushes it up

"Hey!", I protest

"Oh shush. You have the boobs for this dress so flaunt them"

"I thought kpop was all about being modest", I grumble

"Not if you're Seonghwa's girlfriend apparently. He picked the dress out"

He did?

Why didn't he tell me he did?

He has good taste

The dress is nice, something I'd wear or choose myself

After Aera puffs up my boobs, she directs me to a chair

Hae the hair stylist, starts immediately attacking my hair while Aera puts on my shoes

Like I couldn't do it myself

I sit in the chair for a long time, Hae doing god knows what to my hair

"Where's Seonghwa?"

"He's getting dressed with all the other members", Hae answers, "He's going to come get you when you're ready"

When she's done, she tells me to stand and gives me a hand mirror so I can look at the style

It's a pretty braided waterfall style, with pieces of silver leaves in it

"It's so pretty", I tell Hae, "Thank you"

"Sure. I love getting the chance to play with long hair. I don't do it often as a stylist of a boy group"

"Well you're so good at it"

"Thanks"

"Jagi?"

I turn to Seonghwa's voice, my mouth dropping

Oh my god

He looks.....fucking..... incredible

Black vest, long black suit jacket, black pants, black boots

And his hair

Up in a half ponytail

I clench my legs together, my boyfriend totally turning me on

But that's a given

His eyes are huge as he looks at me

"Jagi, you're.....fuck Jo....so beautiful baby"

I smile, walking closer to him

"Please baby, you're so sexy", I say, going right into his arms, mine around his neck, his around my waist, "You're hair Hwa. So sexy"

"Yeah? You like it like this?"

I nod, "Uh yeah. Like is an understatement"

He chuckled, "I'll wear it like this for you more often"

"Only if you want Hwannie. Don't do anything just for me. You know I think you're hot all the time"

"Oh yeah?", he smiles

"Duh", I laugh

"Yeah well, I happen to think you're always-"

"Stop Hwa", I tell him, "You don't have to say anything back just because I said it to you"

"Don't do that jagi", he says, shaking his head, "Don't stop me from telling you the truth. You never believe me when I say that you're hot or sexy or beautiful. But Jo, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life"

I smile softly, looking into his brown eyes

I know he's telling the truth

It's just crazy how he can have anyone and he wants me

"You're my sexy, super hot, beautiful girl"

I giggle, "You're my sexy, super hot, handsome boy"

He laughs, leaning down, his soft lips against mine

I fall into his kiss, loving every single time his lips are on me

He could kiss me anywhere and I'd love it

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth, my tongue immediately against his

His hands move to my ass, squeezing hard as the kiss gets heated

As I press my body against his, I feel his hard on through his pants

I swear, this man has a ridiculous sex drive

First this morning, then right before we came here and now

And fuck, my sex drive matches his because I want him right now

"Baby's hard"

"Always around you jagi", he murmurs, "Can you help me fix it?"

"Always", I answer

He pulls away from me, taking my hand and leading me into the next dressing room

Which happens to be empty

He locks the door and when he turns to me, I press my lips against his, kissing him, my hands opening his jacket then his belt

Taking his hand, I break the kiss, dragging him to the armchair and positioning him in front of it

Getting the rest of his pants open, I pull them and his boxers down, shoving him lightly down on the chair, his big hard cock already straining and leaking cum

"Time?"

"Not much jagi. The guys are almost ready"

I nod

Blow job later then

Climbing on his lap, I hike the skirt of the dress up, his hand reaching out and pulling my panties to the side

I don't even have to hold his cock in place, he's that hard

I get his head in, then slide down his amazing length, my pussy opening up just for him

I'm so wet, I get his entire length in so easily, sitting flush against him, rocking on his dick, head brushing against my spot

"Oh god, jagi", he moans, his hands on my hips, "Fuck so good. God baby, it's like you were made for me"

I nod, feeling that way too, "Yes baby. You were made for me"

"I was jagi. I was", he assures me, "I was made to be inside you"

"Mmmm baby", I whimper, moving my hips faster, listening to his quickening breathing, feeling the pleasure only he can give me

No one else

Just him

"I was made to be on you Seonghwa", I murmur, bouncing slightly on him, "I was made to be with you"

He pulls me to him, his lips against mine as he kisses me deeply

I keep bouncing, holding onto his vest for balance

"I was made to be with you Joanne", he says through kisses, "Only you jagi"

"Only you Hwa", I confirm, kissing him back

His hands move to my hips, helping me bounce on him, our lips not leaving each other's

His hip move us, meeting me and going so deep, feeling fucking incredible

I love when he goes in this deep, it's so fucking pleasurable and I just want him there all the time

How he turned me into this mush for him I don't know but I'm glad he did

"Mm faster baby", he murmurs, between kisses, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing hard, "Cum for me baby"

I take his cock in and out, his tip hitting my spot

I tighten on his length, riding him fast to make us both cum before anyone starts looking at us

We're both breathing hard into each other's mouths, still kissing desperately as the pleasure tips over

I feel his cock throb, his warm cum spilling inside me just as I orgasm around his length

Stars blast in my vision as I moan against his lips, the pleasure so fucking intense

We ride it out together, clinging onto each other

When we finish, I lean my forehead against his, looking in his eyes, touching his cheek softly

I realize in this instant that I can't live without this man

That I will do anything for him

The love I feel for him is immense, I can't even describe it

I didn't love Tae a fraction of how much I love Seonghwa

Seonghwa is my life, my everything

"Hwa", I start, "I-"

"SEONGHWA!", Hongjoong screams, pounding on the door, "We have to leave now!"

"Alright!", Seonghwa roars

"Now!", Hongjoong screeches, "I knew he'd do this! He can't keep it in his fucking pants for one fucking afternoon! Goddamn it!"

"I think Hongjoong just had that cow I'm always saying he's gonna have", I giggle

"Yeah", Seonghwa grumbles, "He's such an ass. When he had a girlfriend he did the same thing I am and no one said shit to him"

I shrug, "Maybe he's just mad he's not getting any"

Seonghwa snorts, "He needs to get laid"

I giggle, nodding and getting up from his lap

My panties fall back into place and I pull my dress down while he fixes his pants

"Jagi, shouldn't you uh...do you need tissues?"

"Why, is it leaking?", I ask, not feeling anything coming out from my panties

Yeah his cum is pooling in them but that's fine with me

"No uh...I mean...isn't it in.. .your-"

"Panties? Yeah", I smirk, moving closer to him, "But won't you like knowing that your cum in is in my pussy and my panties during this award show? When we're on the red carpet and you're doing interviews?"

He swallows hard, "Yeah jagi, I like that idea"

"Good baby", I say, standing on my toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek, then taking his hand, "Let's go"

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The car we're in pulls up to a section of the red carpet and I am gaping at how many people are here

Reporters and other idols on the red carpet, screaming fans all around

I see Monsta X is here, Blackpink, Stray Kids

And BTS

They're already on the red carpet, doing an interview

There are so many people

"Jagi"

My eyes move to his

"Don't be afraid jagi ok? I'm here with you ok? Just hold my hand and follow me", he says

I nod, "Ok Hwa"

He leans forward, kissing me softly, then opens the door

Screams of his name penetrate the car and I'm so fucking nervous, I feel sick

He turns to me, takes my hand and helps me out of the car

Lights flash in my face, blinding me as screams of "Seonghwa's jagi" ring in my ear

He hasn't revealed my name yet, so they call me Seonghwa's jagi, which I think is cute

"Stay with me", he says and I nod

His fingers lace with mine and we start walking

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Standing at the side of the stage, I watch my baby performing

He walks on the stage, his beautiful profile on display as he sings

Right before he went on stage he asked for a good luck kiss

I told him not to be silly because he didn't need any luck

He never does, him and all the guys are amazing at their performances

But I kissed him anyway because he asked and because I always want to kiss him

He smiles as he dances, the camera focusing on him

I can never understand how they're so in sync with each other

Or how they can keep going while sweating up a storm

I can't imagine

I hate sweating

I only allow it when Seonghwa and I are having sex

Because other things are preoccupying my mind at that moment

I admire him and all the idols who perform and give it their all

Seonghwa is back in the middle, sweating so much, singing and his eyebrow raising in such a sexy stare

I can't with this man

My man

I decide that I'm going to tell him

Tonight

When we get back to my room, I'm going to tell him that I love him more than anything in this world

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Tae POV

I sit on the couch, waiting for the rest of the guys to get ready for our performance

We go on in like half an hour

I'm once again scrolling through Joanne's new Instagram

Clenching my jaw at the photos of her and Seonghwa

Ever since he announced their relationship, her Instagram is full of him

Pictures of dates they've been on

Pictures of them backstage at their performances, at their dance practices, backstage at photo shoots, music shoots

A lot of them are candid pictures I guess his members take

They're not looking at the camera, only at each other, smiling or talking

One where they're asleep on a dressing room couch

One where he's kissing her hand, her smile so wide and beautiful

One where he's getting his hair done and she's next to him both of them laughing in the mirror

And it sends me into a rage every time I see them

Every time she adds a new picture

Every time a picture of them comes out in the media

And to add to it, their fans, ATINYS, love her

They love him and her together

I heard them today when they came out on the red carpet

The fans screaming "Seonghwa's jagi"

I almost had a heart attack when I saw her with him

At an award show, in that fucking short revealing dress

His hand in hers as she followed him and ATEEZ

She stood behind him while they did interviews, stood next to him when the reporters asked for couple pictures

I didn't even come here with Raon

She came with her group, I came with BTS and we've been apart for the entire award show

We're seated close to ATEEZ and I've had to watch her with him, his arm around her waist, her leaning her head on his shoulder, their hands grasping each other's

Him whispering in her ear and her giggling

It's torture

Raon is not in my mind at all

I don't even know where her group is sitting, I haven't looked for her

I just can't take my eyes off Joanne and I realize that I love her

I'm in fucking love with her

I had her and I gave her away

Chose another girl who I thought was better but isn't

I was so dumb to think anyone could know me better than her

And I don't know what to do

I can't call her out of nowhere, after all these months and say "Oh by the way, I'm in love with you"

That would never fly, even if she did feel something for me

I just don't know what to do

I want her back

I shut my phone off, rubbing my forehead

I can't even complain about how unfair this all is because it's my fault

I drove her away

I'm stupid

People pass as I sit and wait and I do nothing but think about her

Someone passes and I look up, surprised to find her walking towards a door a few rooms away from us

And I make a split decision

Standing up, I leave our dressing room, calling her name

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

J POV

"Jo", someone calls, making me stop

I turn around, surprised to see Tae behind me

I haven't spoken to him for a long time

He just dropped me after he called me a slut and whore

He didn't even text when Seonghwa announced our relationship

I know he saw all the stuff in the media

The guys texted me, wishing me happiness with Seonghwa

But nothing from him

Not a fucking word

"Uh hi Tae", I say awkwardly

It's so sad

He was my best friend, the one who I could tell anything to

The one who was always there for me and me for him

And now it's like we're strangers

I hate this is what we've become

"Hi Jo"

"Uh how's Raon?", I ask, looking everywhere but at him

"Oh uh, she's....she's good"

He doesn't say anymore and I wanna get back to Seonghwa

"So uh congratulations on BTS wins so far. I can't wait to see your performance", I say, "I'll uh, I'll see you around"

"Wait", he asks, before I can turn around

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh now isn't a good time. Seonghwa's waiting for me"

"Seonghwa", he mutters, rolling his eyes, "The rebound"

What the fuck did he just say?

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I uh-"

"No, what was it you said? What did you call him?", I snap

No way he is saying some shit about my boyfriend

I never said anything negative about Raon and he has the balls to say something about Seonghwa

Who he's never even met

"No, tell me what you said. You had the balls to say something under your breath. Say it to my face"

He looks nervous and he should

He knows I don't fucking back down

"I said the rebound ok?"

"The rebound. From who? You?", I snarl, "How the fuck can you say that about someone you never met?"

"I uh...I didn't think ok?"

"Yeah great. I never said shit about Raon. And let me tell you I had a lot to fucking say!", I growl

"Jo-"

"I can't believe you! You didn't even text me when he announced out relationship! All the guys did but nothing from you!"

"I know. I...I didn't know what to say"

"How about congratulations! Or fucking acknowledge that we're together. Something. Anything!"

He just stands there not saying anything and I'm just completely done

I turn around without a word

"Joanne wait! I wanted to-"

"I don't have time, Tae"

"I just... Fuck. Joanne I love you", he shouts

I stop in my tracks, turning back to him, so fucking shocked at his words

"Excuse me?"

"I love you. I'm in love with you", he confesses, coming closer to ne

What the fuck is going on?

Why is he telling me this now?

When I'm finally happy with someone else

"You're with Raon", I point out

"I know. I know but I don't...I don't love her. Us, we haven't been working out for months. I kept thinking of you. I realized I love you"

Yeah now he realizes, when I'm with Seonghwa

"I want to be with you. I don't want Raon. I'll break up with her. I was stupid. It was always you not her"

I can't believe this

This is really happening now?

Tae is confessing his love for me when Seonghwa hasn't yet

But even though Seonghwa hasn't, I won't ever leave him

He's my one

The one I want to spend the rest of my life with

If Tae said this before, then maybe things would be different

But they're not

I love Seonghwa and nothing, no one will change that

And Tae needs to know that

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Seonghwa POV

I'm hyperventilating

I went to see where Joanne was

She said she was going to the bathroom but she was gone for a long time

I thought maybe she was lost

But I found her outside the dressing room a few doors down talking to Tae

Which isn't a problem in itself

I know he's her best friend or well he was

I wasn't jealous, I hung back, letting them talk

But now I'm freaking out

He told her he loves her

Yelled it when she tried to walk away

And I moved closer to hear what he's saying to my girlfriend

He wants to break up with his girlfriend and wants to be with my jagi

And I don't know what to do

Do I interrupt them and tell him to fuck off?

Do I wait for her to answer him?

Do I run away and cry, hoping for the best?

I don't know

All I know is I love her so much

I was waiting to tell her and now I may never get a chance

This is Taehyung we're talking about

Her best friend

She was in love with him for years, sleeping with him for close to a year

Wishing he'd see her, wishing she was with him

And she was so hurt by him that she almost didn't give me a chance

And now that guy, the one she always wanted is telling her he loves her

What chance do I have?

I know she likes me but I don't know if her feelings are deeper than that

I keep hoping I wasn't the rebound guy, the one she was with to make her forget about Tae but I don't know for sure

I hope she sees me and not just a placeholder for him

"Jo? Please say something", he asks

I'm might lose her and I don't know how I'm gonna survive

"Tae", she says, my heart pounding in my chest as I look down, "I...I love-"

Fuck, she's gonna say she loves hi-

"Seonghwa"

My head snaps up, shock entering my body

She-

"I love Seonghwa", she repeats, "I'm sorry Tae, but I don't feel that way for you anymore. After everything....he was there. He wasn't just a one time fuck like you thought he was. He's not a rebound like you think he is, he never was"

The look on Tae's face is pure disbelief

Like he can't believe she'd choose me over him

"He wanted me Tae. He...he's amazing and he makes me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life"

My eyes fill with unshed tears as I hear what she thinks of me

"He knew about me and you. About how hurt I was after you dropped me. And when he asked me to be with him, I was hesitant. I almost said no. He promised he'd never hurt me, he promised we'd go at my pace and he kept his word. He's so understanding, he's sweet, caring, loving. He's funny and his smile lights up my world", she says, "I can't imagine being without him. It hurts to think of being without him. I see my future with him. I love him more than anything in the world. He has my whole heart, forever."

I feel the same way

She has all of me, my heart, every part

"I'm sorry Tae. If you came to me before I fell in love with Seonghwa, then I'd probably would have been with you", she says, "But not now. I'm never leaving Seonghwa. He's my world. He's the love of my life"

I can't stay still, my feet bringing me to her

"Jagi", I call softly

She turns around, her eyes wide, a little fear in her face

Fear I'll make go away

"Hwa-", she starts

"I love you", I blurt, taking her hand, pulling her to me, "I love you so much"

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers in a sweet kiss, putting all my love into it

She kisses me back and I can feel her love in the kiss

It fills my body with so much happiness

After the kiss ends, she looks up at me, "I love you Seonghwa. I.... I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I was scared"

"I know jagi, it's ok baby. I was worried too baby. I didn't know if you were ready to hear it, that's why I didn't tell you first"

"I'm not afraid anymore Hwa. I love you. I love you so much"

I swear I've never been happier in my entire life

"I love you Joanne. More than anything"

She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and I can feel her love for me in the kiss

I pour all of my love for her into it and I know she feels it too

After we pull away, she takes my hand, lacing our fingers and turns to Tae

"I'm sorry Tae but I love Seonghwa. I'm his. Always"

Tae looks upset but he just nods

"By the way Tae, this is Seonghwa", she says, "Seonghwa, Tae"

"Hi", I say, "Don't ever try to take my girlfriend from me again or we're gonna have problems"

I don't care that I love BTS and am a huge fanboy

No one is taking her from me

"I have no problems if you want to be friends with her but that's all she will be to you. A friend. I'm not letting her go and I will fight for her"

Tae nods, "Noted"

I nod too, "As long as we're clear"

"Tae where are you- Jo?"

Jungkook comes out from one of the rooms, his face breaking into a smile when he sees her

"Jo!"

He jogs over to her and she lets go of my hand to hug him

"Hi Kookie!"

"Jo I missed you! Where the fuck did you go?"

"No where. I've still been around", she laughs

"I kept telling this idiot to bring you around", he says nodding to Tae, "But he never does"

"Oh yeah well....we haven't been talking much", she answers

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae, "Well whatever, I'll text you and you come to hang ok?"

"Definitely", she agrees

He looks at me, smiles and holds his hand out, "Seonghwa right?"

I shake him hand nodding, kinda in awe that he knows who I am

"I'm Jungkook"

"Hi"

"Congrats on your relationship announcement. Jo's a great girl"

I smile, "I know. I'm so lucky to have her"

"Oh shush Hwa", she rolls her eyes

"Now now, let the man talk", Jungkook laughs, "I'm glad you're fans accept you guys. That was a ballsy move, I'll give you that"

I shrug, "Yeah well it worked out good"

He nods, "That's great"

"Jungkook!"

He turns to his name, Jimin coming out of the room

"Jo?", he says

"Hi Min"

"Jo's here!", he yells into the room, then comes over to us and hugs her, "I missed you!"

"I missed you too Min"

One by one all the BTS members come out and hug her, telling her how much they miss her

They all say hi to me too, already knowing my name and congratulating us on our announcement

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!", Hongjoong yells, coming out of the room with the guys, "You are not going to go off and have sex right now! We have to go back to our seats! Keep it in your pants until you get home with her!"

I blush so hard, mentally facepalming myself

"Goddamn", Hobi laughs

"So I hear you getting some on the regular Jo", Jungkook teases

"Shut up", she rolls her eyes

"Joongie, shut up and come and meet BTS you dork", she yells at him

"BTS?", I hear Mingi say

"How do you know BTS?", Wooyoung exclaims

"Tae is my best friend", she answers

"Why haven't you told us that!", San shrieks

Why are they like this?

Why are they so loud?

When the guys get to us, she does the introductions between both our groups

"Joonie, Joongie, leader and leader/ captain"

Namjoon and Hongjoong shake hands and before I know it everyone is shaking everyone's hand and saying hi

There's lots of "I'm a huge fan" and "I love you guys" on our end

And on their end they say, "You guys are really good" or "Great performance"

I watch the groups mingle together for a few minutes while I just stand with my baby

"Jo you are so fucking cool!", Wooyoung exclaims

"She is right? And funny", Jimin laughs

"Is she sarcastic with you too? Because that sass is insane!", Hongjoong laughs

"Yeah she taught Yoongi the art of sarcasm", Hobi laughs

"Hey I rubbed off on her too!", Yoongi adds

"What did I do?", she giggles

"It seems you united fifteen dorks as you like to call us"

"Yeah I did", she laughs

After a few more minutes, Namjoon says that they're going on in a little so they have to get ready

Everyone says bye, the BTS members making plans to hang out with her and inviting us too

She is our link to them after all

The guys say bye and they walk away, toward the arena

She hugs all the BTS members and they go back to their room one by one but when she gets to Tae, she stands in front of him

"Tae, you're my best friend", she says softly, "I miss you so much. I'm sorry I can't be what you want but I can still be your best friend. I'll still be here for you, support you, always. Whenever you're ready for that, you can call me. Don't be afraid to ok? I'll never turn you away"

He nods, then pulls her into a hug, which she returns

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm sorry I hurt you. I want to be your best friend again. I miss you. I'm sorry things are shitty between us but I'll fix it ok?", he says, "And congratulations on your relationship with Seonghwa. He's a good guy. Willing to fight me and all for you. He's a keeper"

I smile to myself hearing him

Like I told him, I don't care that they're friends

I would never tell her who she can and can't be friends with

As long as he keeps his love confessions to himself then we're good

"He really is Tae", she smiles, "I hope you can take the chance to get to know him. I think you'll like him a lot. I want the two most important guys in my life to be friends"

Tae nods, "I will"

I will too

For her, I'll get to know him

She lets go and he comes over to me

"Look Seonghwa, about before, I'm sorry"

I nod, "It's over with. Just no more ok"

"Yeah", he smiles sheepishly, "You're so lucky, she's amazing"

"Yeah she is", I answer, smiling at her

"Look as the best friend I have to say this ok? You hurt her, I kill you"

I chuckle, "Noted"

"Men", she sighs sarcastically, rolling her eyes

"I gotta go", he says, "But I'll see you guys soon"

Her and I nod

"I'll call you Jo", he says

"You better Tae"

He smiles, waves then goes back to his dressing room

"Well, shall we?", I ask

She giggles, "We shall"

As I turn to lead her away, she tugs on my hand and I face her again

She stands on her toes, pulling me into a sweet kiss

"I love you", she says, making my heart explode in pure joy

"I love you", I tell her, watching her gorgeous smile form on her face

My phone goes off at that moment, making both of us crack up

"Hongjoong", we both say without even looking at my phone

"Let's go-", she starts

"Before he has another cow", I finish

Laughing we both head towards the arena to finish out the award show

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Kissing her soft lips, I slowly unzip her dress

The rest of the award show was fun and we won Artist of the Year

I was so happy we won and after hugging the guys, I actually kissed her in front of the whole arena

Those pictures and the video are already circulating like crazy

I don't care though

We finally got back to her apartment and I just want her

I want to kiss her, hold her in my arm, be with her all night

She lets the dress fall to the floor, stepping out of her shoes then the dress, her hands softly pushing the jacket off me

She reaches for the vest, undoing the buttons, taking it off me

Bending down, I kiss her neck, undoing her bra while she undoes my pants

Stepping out of my shoes, pants and boxers, I pull her panties down at the same time, getting them off

Pulling her to me, she wraps her arms around my neck, her lips against mine as her beautiful body presses against me

Lifting her up, I turn us, placing her on her bed, moving on top of her

Her fingers move into my hair, pulling the ponytail out, then running through my hair

Her legs wrap around me and I move forward, sinking inside her slowly

She moans in my mouth and I swallow it as pleasure runs up my spine from pushing through her tightness

She's so wet, already clinging onto my length and throbbing soflty

Leaning my arm by her head, I run my fingers in her hair as I kiss her and start moving

Slowly

In and out, over and over, I open her around me, feeling everything

Her hips move with me, meeting my thrusts

The pleasure takes over and I just feel

Feel every pulse around my length, every brush against her spot, every move of her hips letting me go so deep inside her, every brush of her clit against my pelvis

But what's more, I can feel every touch she gives me, her hands on my back, slowly running her fingers up and down, shivers running up my spine

I can feel her every breath, every moan against my lips, every shake of her body under my fingers, against my skin

Every kiss to my lips, every touch of her tongue to mine

I love every single thing about making love to her

She moans my name softly, her throbs getting harder the closer she gets

"Seonghwa", she breathes, as her orgasm starts, "Oh god Seonghwa"

Pure ecstasy hits my body so hard, causing my orgasm to start as well

"Joanne", I moan, leaning my forehead against hers

"Seonghwa, I love you", she whimpers, her body arching into mine

Hearing those words makes everything I'm feeling so much better

"Joanne, I love you", I tell her, "I love you so much"

"So much Hwa", she murmurs, holding onto me tightly

The pleasure ebbs as we both finish, yet we don't let go of each other

She looks up at me, her hand touching my cheek soflty, "My Hwa. I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything"

I nod, turning into her hand, kissing her palm, "You're my everything Joanne. I love you more than anything. More than being an idol, more than awards, more than absolutely anything. You're my jagi now and always"

He smiles softly and she looks so ethereal

"Kiss me Hwa. Don't stop"

"Never jagi. I will never stop", I promise, pressing my lips against hers

She's mine and I'm never letting her go