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therealnuclearplatypus · 11 months

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hi hello @leovaldezdefender has given me reason to start writing vz fics again woot woot

theme: superhero

There's no such thing as fate. No such thing as a saving grace, or luck. There are no superheroes.

Or so Leo Valdez had taught himself to believe. Ever since his mother died and the rest of his family abandoned him to the mercies of social services, he had given up on any hope of being saved. He'd always have to save himself.

The innate knowledge that no one would help him never stopped him from hoping, though. And that hope was more dangerous than any predicament his family's abandonment put him through: it meant he was constantly disappointed when he had to realize, over and over again, that he'd hoped in vain, and that he'd been stupid to think otherwise.

So, when he laid eyes on Frank Zhang, he didn't let himself hope he'd like him back. He didn't.

And yet hope he did.

The passing of years did little to diminish his want, but if Zhang reciprocated the sentiment even slightly, he was a master at hiding it. Leo told himself to stop hoping. Hope never lead anywhere.

Superheroes don't exist.

***

Frank had always loved reading about superheroes. As a kid, he'd childishly aspired to be Spiderman when he'd grow up. Or Batman, even. They were all so cool. He wanted to be just like them.

He wanted to be a superhero like his mother, too. She was a soldier, and she saved lives. He wanted to be as brave as her.

In comics, the superheroes always won. They were always thanked for their courage. They always lived to see another adventure.

Not so Emily Zhang.

Her loss broke him, and suddenly superheroes didn't seem so appealing. What was the use of being so brave when all it brought was death?

Then he met another superhero. Leo Valdez. Frank told himself to stay away, that souls that bright burn fast and fade faster. It'd only hurt him to love him.

Superheroes are a lie.

***

They found their superhero in each other. In the depths of their despair and loss, they found each other, helped each other out of the dark, and thrived side-by-side.

The existence of superheroes was suddenly a lot more believable.

You're my superhero.

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mystickingstuff · 2 years

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If there's one thing on this fandom that makes me lose it, it's when people just decide to ignore the fact that Frank is fat. Like, it really makes me angry. And don't come up with "oh but Mars's blessing" FUCK YOU. That was temporary, you should know it. Oh for fucks sake

#frank zhang #fai zhang #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #percy jackon and the olympians

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softmoonlightmelody · 10 months

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frank zhang would not say 'eh'

he's western canadian not eastern canadian. know your species of canadians.

thank you.

#frank zhang #zhang fai #pjo #hoo #toa #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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lxvesick-stars · 7 days

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"Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?"

"Yes, Grandmother."

"Good, there may be hope for you yet"

absolutely underrated moment right there

#riordanverse #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #frank zhang quote #frank zhang #frazel #grandmother zhang #pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo funny #pjo quotes #hoo quotes

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theersatzcowboy · 10 months

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2046 (2004)

Director: Wong Kar-wai

Cinematographer: Christopher Doyle, Lai Yiu-fai, Kwan Pun-leung

Starring: Tony Leung, Gong Li, Zhang Ziyi, Faye Wong, Carina Lau, Maggie Cheung, Takuya Kimura, and Chang Chen

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partiallypearl · 1 month

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“His grandmother’s chastisement: Men do not cry. Especially Zhang men. You will endure, Fai. No one called him Fai except his grandmother. What sort of name is Frank? she would scold. That is not a Chinese name. I’m not Chinese, Frank thought, but he didn’t dare say that. His mother had told him years ago: There is no arguing with Grandmother. It’ll only make you suffer worse. She’d been right. And now Frank had no one except his grandmother.”

#frank zhang #frankzhangedit #heroes of olympus #heroesofolympusedit #*mine #*mine: graphics #baby boy #i miss him

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nepobabyeurydice · 6 months

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If You Look For War

Summary:

Emily Zhang in 640 words of denial, emotional damage and paranoia

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If you look for Death you will find him, it is not the matter of simply wanting, it is a matter of searching. With War, it is a touch more difficult to distinguish. You find him and Death in the same place, amidst battle and blood and the tense silence between one breath and the next.

Emily doesn’t remember how she found Mars instead of Letum, but she thinks this is a kinder thing that she could offer her mother than a flag.

Mars is charming, they always are. He speaks of her talent, of her family gift, given to them by Poseidon. He speaks of battles that she had spent her whole life studying, and he praises her beauty no matter how covered in blood she is. And so, Emily finds herself falling bit by bit.

He keeps Letum away, slinging an arm over broad shoulders and referencing past events in front of Emily, and she thanks him because it means her compatriots can survive another day.

Then, one day, her stomach starts swelling. They send her back, and she goes without a fight, a little numb, more than a little shell shocked and wondering how she’s going to explain this to her mother. Emily had promised she would do better instead of just being reckless with herself like she was back then.

Her mother says nothing. She pokes at Emily’s belly, asks for Mars’s name and then takes her to the OBGYN.

Emily waits for the condemnation, the exasperated looks, the disowning, the yelling. It never comes, she waits breathless for seven months for the bitter words and chidings. They never come.

“Zexi,” Mother says, and all Emily can think is this is it. “What will you name the child?”

Emily pauses, breathes, thinks of Letum, thinks of Mars, thinks of her grandfather seething at the Romans that kicked him out.

“I,” she says, “have no fucking clue.”

Mother nods like she expected it and brings Emily a book. The title proudly says: Names Not Cursed By The Gods And Guarnteed To Keep Your Demigod Baby From Being Name Dragged by Lucina Juno.

Emily is silent for a moment, takes the book and walks away. She didn’t want to know how her mother had come upon this book which looked brand new.

She comes out with Fai for a boy and Xue for a girl. Frank and Sue when Anglicized. A bit basic but apparently most gods didn’t have a grudge according to Lucina’s book and Emily was more keen to keep it that way.

Soon enough she’s in the hospital room, gasping and crying as she trembles and forces out her child.

Mars appears. Childbirth was a battlefield after all. His eyes are suns behind his glasses and his hands are gentle as he holds her hands.

Pull yourself together, soldier, he whispers lovingly to her.

Emily does and two hours later she’s holding Zhang Fai and she tries not to burst into tears.

Her mother takes them home, and Juno comes with them.

She points at the firewood and Emily knows she can already feel Fai turning cold in her arms and his lips are tinged blue. Her mother lunges and pulls the firewood out, Fai takes a breath and the firewood goes out but the burns remain.

Emily thanks Juno as best she can and locks the firewood in a vault at the bottom of the house. No one would ever think anything of it and it was fine. As long as she could pretend she didn’t see Letum watching her with sad golden eyes that she had seen a year ago during the war she could convince herself that it was perhaps a cosmic prank.

She still never takes the firewood out.

She goes to war. She looks for war. She finds only death.

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#heroes of olympus #frank zhang #emily zhang #my writing #queue for the queue god

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moonlightswritingandstuff · 3 months

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if only i could break the chains of disappointment weighing me down (shake off the ghosts that whisper warnings)

It's the middle of the night. Frank Zhang can't sleep. Instead, he picks up his old kid's version of Journey to the West.

read on ao3

(sorry i forgot to do this one :/)

The stick burns, and Frank stares at it.

He does nothing.

It burns up. He collapses. There is nothing else.

And then he wakes up.

(The first time he had that nightmare, he tried to stop it, throw it into the snow. Frank learned quickly. Now, he thinks, he'll just be surprised to not wake up after it burns for real. Or maybe death is like sleep? He supposes he could ask Hazel.)

He wakes up in his bed in the praetors’ quarters.

It's two am, and Frank doesn't have to wake up for another four hours, but the world is quiet and Frank likes it that way. Reyna's sleeping in her room, so Frank walks out to their 'hang out room' - as they like to call it - and turns on the small lamp.

His copy of a kid's version of Journey to the West sits on the bookshelf. Reyna had raised an eyebrow at it, but to him it's a marker of when his childhood was a little easier, a little happier. His mother used to read it to him.

And then she went to war.

His mother was a wonderful woman; she loved more than Frank ever thought possible.

Emily Zhang also left.

Those two halves Frank has never quite been able to reconcile; Emily Zhang, the loving mother, and Emily Zhang, the absent parent. For so much of his childhood, it was his Lao Lao - maternal grandmother in Mandarin - and him.

Smashed pottery, pretty blue and white, and his grandmother’s disappointment.

“Zhang Fai,” she’d trill disappointingly. All of that disappointment could never hide the pain in her voice when she sent him away, could never hide the pain in her voice when she found her daughter to be dead, could never hide the pain in her voice when she spoke of her late husband’s death.

Frank had never been fully certain if his grandmother ever even had a husband. Zhang was her married name; Jade Zhang Yu has always been more Chinese-Canadian than Chinese, despite her pride.

Frank used to know his Tai Poh Poh - great-grandmother, Cantonese instead of Mandarin like the rest of them - or, he met her once in his memory. Her mind was failing her by then, her speech muddled with Cantonese words. Frank understood little - of course, his last Cantonese relative was his great-grandmother. She'd speak and through the curtain of language he could understand bit-by-bit, fragments painting a whole.

She had come from China, escaping Mao Zedong (who his grandmother always intermittedly pronounced as ze-dong or see-tong) and his communist regime with her family, moving to Hong Kong and later Canada.

But from what Frank understood, his great-grandmother was only saying a few Buddhist prayers, maybe intermixed with something else. Something for her final days, something about her late husband, Frank's grandfather.

He had never met Shen Lun, who moved up from San Francisco, to meet Frank's great-grandmother in Vancouver's Chinatown.

Frank likes Chinatown. It's sort of chaotic, but it smells strangely like a home. There's a bakery that makes amazing apple fritters and disappointing ma lai goh, a sort of spongy cake. There's Chinese herbal remedy shops whose aroma floats in the air, baskets upon baskets of herbs like star anise and ginger. There's slightly dirty shops with roast duck hanging in the window, rotating slowly. There's the gate, and the grand dragon dance on every New Years'.

Frank misses Chinatown, all the time. He misses the crowded shops. He knows that the Chinatown he knows is no longer present, he knows that Chinatown's been slowly gentrified over time. He also knows it is no longer the centre of Chinese Canadians in the Vancouver area - Richmond has taken that, but again, it was also where Frank grew up.

(But Chinatown still sounds like home to Frank. And even though he'd never met Shen Lun, he had to bear his mistakes anyway. Filial piety, loyalty to your parents. A never-ending cycle of shame and guilt given from parent to child. Frank is Chinese-Canadian. He finds other ways.)

(And that's not getting to Richmond. Because Frank knows it must've changed in the years he's been gone. Or two years. It was changing fast by the time he left.)

New Rome is too clean, clean to be unnatural. It's odd and strange and kind of weird, but Frank is praetor, and his obligations rest on his shoulders here.

Frank resurfaces back in the present, and takes the copy of Journey to the West off of the shelf. The characters and drawings are achingly familiar, a children's book that is still decently long, due to the nature of how long Journey to the West is.

Frank's grandmother's favourite goddess is Guanyin, or, as she pronounced it the Cantonese way, Ginyam, with a hard g. Goddess of mercy and compassion, a bodhisaatva in Buddhist tellings. Guanshiyin, in her long form. The children's book has a drawing of her; Guanyin sits on the blooming lotus flower, wise and compassionate.

Frank's mother liked her too.

("Mercy is restraint, Frank," Emily said. "It has just a place in war as violence does.")

Frank supposes it is fitting that he likes her too. Taoist gods are much more... well, Frank can't quite place it, but Taoist gods are different than Roman gods. They have different concepts of filial piety and duty attached to them. The Jade Emperor gained power via compassion. Jupiter’s came from force.

Guanyin is nothing but benevolent; she assists Sun Wukong in helping Xuanzang (Frank did not find the other characters as notable; his favourite was always the peaceful Xuanzang, and, well, Sun Wukong is hard to forget). Her one fault, his mother had always said, was that she was a deux-ex-machina for the protagonists. But, as Emily had always reminded Frank, deux-ex-machinas can be good things, too.

"Why are you up at this ungodly hour?" Reyna asks, stepping in place beside him, breaking Frank out of his reverie.

"Just… reminiscing. Had a nightmare.”

“Fair enough,” Reyna says, rolling out her shoulder. “Nothing important?”

“No. You can go back to sleep.”

Reyna smiles, but it’s ephemeral. “You know you can talk to me, right? We’re not super close but we are working together. And you can talk to Hazel.”

“I know. It’s nothing important.”

Reyna nods and leaves him alone to his thoughts and the kid’s version of Journey to the West.

She reminds him of the burden of duty. She’s bore it for all too long. Frank doesn’t know how she did it. He’ll be praetor for just under ten years, and the toll’s already been felt. And alone, too. If Frank’s honest, Reyna has always seemed frightening to him. She’s great at what she does, self-confident and assured in her every move. And duty is something Frank is familiar with - Shen Lun’s stain has long been felt. Frank’s grandmother’s pride had long been kept.

Reyna has a legacy. Of her family and of her own. She may have created it with her sister Hylla, but it is hers nonetheless.

Frank has one too. But his is conflicting. Shapeshifters, prisoners, immigrants, exiles, war heroes.

His mother would've told him he had his own path in life. His grandmother would've told him that children must follow their parents.

If there is one thing the Roman and Taoist gods are in agreement about, it is filial piety. It is loyalty to your parents, to the state. If there is one thing all of his ancestors would have probably agreed on, it would be that.

Obey your parents. Obey the state. Your parents gave you everything; you can never recompensate that.

He puts the kid's copy of Journey to the West back on the shelf.

He wants a good bowl of noodles - whatever it is. Crossing-the-bridge, udon (in Chinese dishes, yes, that was Chinese-Canadian). They don't have any decent Chinese food in New Rome (only terrible Chinese food allowed solely by , and he's not allowed to go to San Francisco, or, gods forbid, Vancouver. Even as praetor).

Maybe he should send one of his distant cousins a message - or his grandmother, if she's still alive. He thinks he could find her. Or perhaps it is more hope.

Plus, the praetors have their own kitchenette. He could probably make something. As long as it can be put in the microwave.

Frank smiles.

He thinks, if his grandmother is alive, she may be proud of him in this moment. For nothing else but where he's come and who he wants to be. For nothing else if that he has turned the Zhang family into what the Shen family could never be.

He thinks, if his mother were here to see him, she would be proud of him. Not for everything he's come to, but simply because she loves him. He thinks Emily Zhang would as well.

#frank zhang #pjo hoo toa #pjo #hoo #toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo

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captain-peanut110 · 4 months

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‘Stupid Fai Zhang, if all your friends were drinking poison, would you do it too?’

🤣🤣🤣

House of Hades is many things, but it is also absolutely hilarious

#percy jackon and the olympians #house of hades #frank zhang #grandma zhang

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therealnuclearplatypus · 2 years

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valzhang Childhood Enemies to Lovers 👀👀

slaying, anon

lemme just...

~❃~

3 years old:

"Mommy, look!"

Leo brandished his Lego-built contraption. Esperanza smiled indulgently at him, trying to make sense of her son's multicoloured creation. "What did you build, mijo?"

Leo frowned at her like the answer to her question was obvious. "It's a flying ship!"

"Ah, I see," Esperanza said, tilting her head, trying to see the vague shape of a ship in the thing in the boy's hands.

"And it has a dragon as a ... the front part," Leo continued.

"You mean the figurehead?"

"Yeah! That one!"

Esperanza laughed. "Oh, bebito. So creative. You'll do great things one day."

Leo looked up at his mother with large eyes. "Like you do?"

She smiled gently. "Even better than anything I can ever do."

***

She dropped him off at the playschool, much to the boy's annoyance. He walked in and sat down in a corner, fiddling with some wind-up toy he'd found.

"Can I have that?" a small voice asked.

Leo looked up. He saw a taller, chubby Asian boy squinting at him. Leo squinted right back. "No. I'm still playing with it."

"But you've had it for ages!" the other boy protested, getting angry the way only a three-year-old denied what he wants can.

"Not true!" cried Leo, getting angry as well. He instantly disliked this boy.

"Hey hey hey, what's the racket? Frank, c'mere," called a teacher. The boy—Frank—reluctantly made his way back to her, but Leo could see in his face that he hadn't made a friend.

Oh, well. His loss. Leo could live without annoying presences in his life. He was only three. He didn't need that sort of stress.

~❃~

7 years old:

A new school year. Leo missed his old school, but a prank gone wrong had seen him expelled. Now he's in some new school he already hates. With not a single familiar face.

He walked to his locker. All around him, people who already knew each other talked and yelled and laughed. He closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he saw a boy attempting to open the locker next to him. The boy was tall and well-built, a bit on the chubby side, with buzz-cut hair and Asian features. Leo thought he was beautiful.

Then he recognised him. Now grown, the boy from his old playschool was his schoolmate.

Frank. Frank Zhang.

Leo didn't still hold a grudge over the fact Frank had wanted his wind-up toy. But some sort of resentment still bubbled within him. He'd been his childhood nemesis. He needed a nemesis to spur him on.

It was as if he'd grown so used to resenting him that he didn't have the energy to feel anything else towards him.

Such was the brain of a seven-year-old.

Frank noticed him staring. And he seemed to recognize Leo, too. But, unlike Leo, Frank tried his hand at niceness.

"You new here?" he asked, still fumbling with his locker.

"Mhm," Leo hummed, eyeing Frank's hand on the lock.

"Cool. I'm Frank."

"Leo."

"Did we ... forgive me if I'm wrong, but have we met before?"

"I don't know."

"Playschool maybe?"

"Possibly."

Frank narrowed his eyes at Leo's dry responses. He gave up and resumed battling his locker.

Leo rolled his eyes and sighed. He reached over and helped him with the key.

Frank looked at him sheepishly. "Thanks."

Leo shut his own locker. "Don't mention it."

No matter how beautiful he was, he still didn't like him.

~❃~

13 years old:

Leo sat down. The school canteen was full of bustling students. Leo still hadn't integrated with too many kids, despite it being his sixth year here. He had a handful of friends, but they weren't here today. The biology students had some field trip or other, and all of them had chosen biology but Leo. So he sat alone at the table, picking at his mac'n'cheese.

He heard a familiar chatter of voices behind him. Hazel Levesque, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Lavinia Asimov and Frank Zhang.

He turned. He caught Hazel's eye and winked. He'd always thought she was cute. There was no getting anywhere close to her though. She and Zhang were a couple, and proudly so. Leo had absolutely no chance with her.

Not that he'd stand a chance if she were single, either.

Then Leo caught Frank's eye. The Asian was as beautiful as ever, not that Leo would ever admit that aloud. Plus, he still didn't like him.

He really didn't.

Zhang was rich, which automatically made Leo dislike him. Then again, his best friend from his old school was Piper McLean, daughter of the rich and famous Hollywood star Tristan McLean ...

But Piper was Piper. He liked Piper.

Plus, Zhang still had his mom, despite her being in the army. Leo would never wish the pain he'd felt at his mom's passing when he was eight on anyone else, but it was a bit of a slap in the face, seeing Zhang, whose mother had such a dangerous job, and still had her, when he'd lost his own in a warehouse fire he'd started.

It was a dumb train of thought. But he still felt the sting of it anyways.

Leo looked away and made eye-contact with Reyna, who immediately scowled at him. Leo smiled winningly at her. Her scowl softened.

Lavinia waved at him. Leo waved back. Then he went back to his food.

He felt a hand on his back. Hazel.

"Are you just gonna stay here alone?" she asked, golden eyes gleaming.

"Well, yeah." Leo shrugged.

"That's not fair. Come sit with us!" Hazel insisted, and didn't relent till Leo was sat wedged between her and Reyna, who munched on her mashed potatoes in silence. She seemed reluctant to even breathe Leo's way.

Which was fine. Leo knew Reyna was like that.

Lavinia talked nonstop, about her ballerina father, her tap-dancing lessons, how she wanted to dye her hair pink.

"You should dye your eyebrows too while you're at it," Leo said through a mouth full of mac'n'cheese.

Lavinia's eyes lit up with delight. Hazel's lit up in alarm.

"Oh no. Oh no you don't. Valdez, why?!" she cried while Lavinia laughed. Leo was laughing, too.

"I'd pay good money to see Vinnie dye her eyebrows pink," Frank put in, "or at least, try to."

"Hey!" Lavinia protested, still laughing. Hazel elbowed her boyfriend, who laughed along with the rest of them.

As they left the canteen, Frank walked alongside Leo. Frank seemed to want to say something but remained silent, which infuriated Leo.

"If you wanna say something just say it," he said, sounding more snappish than he'd intended to sound.

Frank looked taken aback. "No, I just ... you always seem so distant. Have I ... hurt you, in some way? Did I say something? I'm sorry if I did."

Leo stared. Sorry, it's just a one-sided rivalry because you live a better life than I do, it's not you, you're quite nice, but I'd rather hate you and villanize you in my head to make myself feel better than actually try to get to know you and realize I was wrong about you all along. That was the truth. But of course he didn't say that.

Instead, he said, "No, you didn't do anything."

"Then ..." Frank was still staring at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. They looked like smoky quartz. Beautiful.

"Then, what?" Leo said, not even looking at him.

"What's your deal?" Frank burst out, cheeks reddening. "I know we're not exactly friends, but that's no reason to—to hate me, the way that you seem to do!"

Leo looked at him coolly. "Maybe we're not friends because I hate you."

Frank stopped dead. He looked at Leo, hurt written all over his face and Leo just wanted to take back what he'd just said but he couldn't, he never could.

"Oh," he said in a small voice, "okay."

Then he walked away.

~❃~

17 years old:

The sky was a lovely shade of blue, the colour of forget-me-nots. It was summer, and Leo was going back to his apartment after meeting up with his old friend, Piper.

They'd spent the entire morning laughing and reminiscing, until Piper had to go. Leo walked back home, to his rented apartment in LA. The rent was quite high, but it was close to his high-school. Plus he shared with a roommate, Calypso. His ex-girlfriend.

They were still on good terms. All was good.

Cal was back home making dinner for the two of them, and Leo's mouth watered at the mere thought of her homemade chicken pie. He quickened his pace.

He wasn't looking where he was going. He walked straight into a broad-shouldered young man, who squeaked, "Sorry, sorry!"

Leo took a step back and was about to apologise when he saw who he'd bumped into.

God, why couldn't he ever shake Zhang off?

Recognition made Frank's eyes widen. "A—Are you okay?"

"'M fine," Leo said. Then, after a noticeable pause, "Are you? I rammed into you pretty hard."

"It's alright." Frank looked awkward. "I, uh. How've you been?"

Oh no, a conversation. "I'm doing well. You?"

"I'm fine. It's a really nice day today, isn't it?"

Leo eyed him suspiciously. Ever since he and Hazel had broken up, Frank had seemed more ... nervous around Leo. He was yet to discern why. "It really is. Was out all morning, the sky's as clear as it's ever been."

"True, true." This idle talk was tiring both of them. Just as Frank was about to bid him goodbye, or at least that's what it seemed like he was about to do, Leo burst out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've been a real immature asshole, and you've constantly been at the receiving end of my assholeness. And I'm so sorry for that."

Frank looked surprised. "Oh. Uh. It's not like I've done anything to remedy our barely-there friendship, so ..."

"But I started it! I was so jealous of you, you seemed fo have everything. Money, a big house, friends, a mom. And I thought, I'd resented him as a dumb three-year-old, maybe that doesn't have to change, maybe—maybe I could just hate him and have it be justified because he has so much more than I do. But hate can never be justified, can it? Even if you had it better than I did. But over the past year, and it's embarrassing that it took me so long to come to terms with it, but over the past year I thought, having a mother in the army can't be easy. Being Chinese in a very racist country can't be easy. Nothing was easy for you, but I was too caught up in my own head to see that. I needed someone to bring down, so that I could feel better about myself, and for some godforsaken reason you ended up being that person. You didn't have to be, you didn't deserve to be. No one does. So I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I've wanted to say that for a while now."

Frank just smiled. "I'm sorry, too. And, for what it's worth, I'm sorry about your mom. When my mom died last year, it felt as if the world was ending."

Leo stared. "Your mom ... died?"

Frank looked away, pained. "Yeah. In Afghanistan."

"I—I'm s—"

"Don't say that accursed word again. It's unbecoming of the loud and crazy and unapologetic Leo Valdez I know." He smiled again. "But then again, I don't really know you, do I?"

Leo made up his mind right there and then. "We'll fix that. We'll fix everything."

Frank was still smiling. "Okay."

~❃~

23 years old:

"FRAAANK!"

"I'M COMING!"

"That's what he said!" Leo called with a laugh.

"Oh, shut up," Frank muttered, entering the kitchen and walking to the stove, where Leo was making pancakes.

Leo planted a kiss on his boyfriend's jawline. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"Yum," Frank murmured sleepily, burying his face in the crook of Leo's neck. The latter smiled. Pure, unbridled joy swept through him like a tidal wave. The way it's always been since he and Frank first got together.

And even before that. Back when they were just friends.

All the pain of having him as his nemesis, translated into all this happiness of having him as his love.

An enemies-to-lovers type of story. Leo honestly hated that trope in books and movies. It always seemed so ... unrealistic. But then he understood. He'd resented Frank for being everything he could never be, but only because he couldn't see the truth of who he was. Who they both were.

For behind every smile and frown is a story. Leo hadn't known Frank's, so every easy smile meant utter idyll to Leo, and he hated him for it.

Then he grew, and saw the immaturity of his errors. Now, grown some more, he's grateful for the fruit of his labours.

Frank kissed his neck. "'M hungry."

"They're almost done," Leo repeated. "Patience!"

"But it's too early for patience," Frank retorted. Leo laughed.

"I love you, you know," he told him.

"I know," Frank said, and that was the beauty of it. He knew. He didn't doubt it. "And you know I love you, too."

"Yeah," Leo said softly, "I know."

He didn't doubt it, either.

~❃~

well, this is complete and utter crap. but im too attached to it to delete it. oh well. 😕

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mysymmetry · 6 months

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NEW FANFIC SERIE - PROBLEMATIC SEASON 1

18+ content, minors dni

NOTE : this is all for fun, please keep in mind that no hate is sent to any of the people mentioned, THIS IS A FANFIC FOR FUN 🩷

All of the people mentioned in the fanfic are adults

synopsis : Suite à un bal de promo plus que désastreux, tu va passer tes vacances avec tes amies dans un hôtel luxueux réservé qu’à l’élite de la jeunesse de Los Angeles, vous croyez que les vacances allaient être de tout repos ? vous vous trompez.

FR FANFIC

Mentions de Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Woonggi (Boys Planet), Jay (Enhypen), Ningning (Aespa), Rosé (Blackpink), Intak (P1H), Jake (Enhypen), Zhang Hao (ZB1), Natty (Kiss of life), Chaewon (Le Sserafim), Kazuha (Le Sserafim), Mingi (Ateez)

EPISODE 2 - CAMP - FIRST DAY IN PARADISE

Les premières lueurs de l’aube glissaient doucement à travers les rideaux, caressant ta peau.

Tu te réveilles doucement, ton téléphone indique 07:30 et 43 messages non lus.

Tu jettes un coup d’oeil sur le lit situé en face du tiens; Woonggi dort encore.

Au vu de la soirée dernière, un peu plus de repos ne t’aurais pas fait de mal.

Tu décides de te lever enfiler un peignoir en satin avant de te diriger dans le hall afin de faire le petit déjeuner.

En marchant dans les couloirs de l’hôtel Paradise tu check tes notifications de la nuit dernière, c’est sûr que cette dernière soirée de lycée a été inoubliable…

Natty est venue vous chercher Woonggi et toi vers 01:30 du matin à la maison de tes parents avec vos valises, vous êtes arrivés à Paradise et vous vous êtes couchés après toute cette agitation au bal de promo, tu as complètent ghosté Jang après l’incident avec Intak… prépare toi aux foudres de la princesse présidentielle aujourd’hui.

En rentrant dans l’ascenseur tu croises Mingi qui te regarde avec un air assez curieux.

« Je ne souhaite pas parler d’hier soir si tu voulais commencer à discuter de ça » tu lui dis sans même qu’il ne prononce un mot.

Il répond en rigolant « Ne t’en fais pas, je ne m’aventure pas sur ce terrain, je suis juste surpris de te voir aussi tôt à Paradise, tout le monde arrive pour 10h normalement, Kazuha devait passer te chercher. »

Kazuha est l’une de tes meilleures amies, c’est vraiment la bonne copine, tu sais que tu peux tout lui dire, rien ne sortira d’entre vous, elle donne de bons conseils, est toujours à l’écoute et elle prend vraiment soin de son corps. Elle donne des cours de fitness à la salle FitLife Gym tous les mercredis et elle fait également du yoga.

Mingi est son grand frère, ils n’ont qu’un an d’écart mais sont très différents, Kazuha est plutôt douce et bienveillante tout en étant modeste, alors que Mingi RESPIRE l’aisance financière, toujours à porter des vêtements et des lunettes de soleil de créateur, il est également très mystérieux et ne se fait que peu d’amis; ce qui ne l’empêche pas d’aimer faire la fête et vider le stock de champagne d’une boite de nuit en une seule soirée. Mingi est l’hériter principal de la fortune de leur père, il possède TOUS les Yachts de Los Angeles.

Est-il utile de préciser que tu as déjà eu un crush sur Mingi il y a deux ans ? Évidemment tu n’as rien dit car Kazuha pourrait tuer n’importe quelle fille s’approchant trop près de Mingi…

Kazuha et Mingi ont également un petit frère que leur père a eu avec une autre femme, Heeseung, lui refuse catégoriquement d’entendre parler du business de son père et préfère passer ses journées à surfer sur les vagues de L.A.

Tu t’empresses d’envoyer un message à Kazuha en indiquant que tu es déjà à Paradise et qu’elle n’aura pas besoin de venir te chercher, avant de répondre à Mingi « mais qu’est ce que TOI tu fais ici alors ? »

Il te montre la serviette qu’il à autour du cou en disant « Je viens profiter du sauna avant que tout le monde n’arrive, je n’aime pas partager le Spa.. sauf si c’est avec toi » en lachant un petit sourire en coin.

Tu lèves les yeux au ciel en disant « plus aucun homme ne rentre dans ma vie Mingi » avant que les portes de l’ascenseur ne s’ouvrent sur le rez de chaussée.

Il répond en rigolant avant que les portes ne se ferment « Et pour ceux qui y sont déjà ? ».

Tu souffles bruyamment pour qu’il puisse entendre et va en direction de la salle du petit déjeuner.

Tu ouvres les doubles portes et découvre un vaste espace baigné de lumière naturelle, les larges fenêtres laissant filtrer les premiers rayons du soleil. Les murs sont habillés d’un riche lambris en bois sombre, donnant une impression d’élégance intemporelle.

Au centre de cette salle, une longue table en marbre poli, ornée de délicates nappes en lin, invitent à savourer le petit déjeuner dans un cadre somptueux : croissants au beurre de noisettes, jus de plusieurs fruits exotiques, ces mêmes fruits étant sur un plateau offrant une symphonie de couleurs et de saveurs évoquant les contrées lointaines et envoutantes, le tout, reposant sur un socle en marbre finement sculpté.

Quant aux chaises, elles sont rembourrées en velours d’une nuance douce et opulente et entourent la table, offrant un confort luxueux que tu apprécies tant après cette soirée exténuante.

Tu t’assois à cette table, dégustant un croissant et scrollant tes notifications, n’osant pas ouvrir les messages de Jang.

Tu ouvres les messages de Ning : ‘’MA BELLE CA VA ???? ATTENDS QUE MON AVION SE POSE ET JE LE TUE’’

Ning, de son vrai nom NingNing est l’héritière d’un constructeur automobile de luxe très populaire, elle fait partie de tes meilleures amies. Ning est très bavarde, souriante, très (trop) curieuse, coquette, elle parle très fort et possède un compte twitter comptant 10M d’abonnés, postant des ragots et infos croustillantes sur tout Los Angeles (même sur ses propres amies).

Ning est en déplacement en Corée du sud pour accompagner Rosé dans le cadre de son diplôme a l’étranger.

Son message t’as fait sourire, tu lui réponds ‘’Ça va Ning, ne tue personne, j’ai hâte de te voir tout à l’heure’’.

Elle répondit dans l’instanté ‘’ TU RÉPONDS ENFIN, JANG EST FURIEUSE ET MON AVION EST RETARDÉ D’UNE JOURNÉE C’EST UNE CATASTROPHE ALERTE ROUUUUGE’’

Suite à cette annonce tu te rappelles que tu n’as toujours pas répondu à Jang ni checké les réseaux sociaux, être la bête de la foire ne t’intéresse pas tant que ça, donc pas de réseaux ce matin.

Tu finis de boire ton verre de jus avant de quitter la pièce de petit déjeuner toujours vide, tu prends un croissant pour Woonggi.

Tu prends l’ascenseur et reviens à ta chambre, où Woonggi dors toujours, tu ouvres les volets avec la télécommande centralisée et tu entend Woonggi gémir en disant ‘’Mais il est 09h laisse moi dormir’’

Tu lui réponds « je t’ai ramené un croissant au beurre de noisette et les autres arrivent dans une heure wookie » avant de déposer le croissant sur sa table de chevet.

Woonggi s’assoit sur le rebord de son lit avant de croquer dans le croissant.

Il continue « Tu as choisis quelles activités pour aujourd’hui ? »

Tu réponds « Je n’ai pas encore regardé ce que Paradise proposent cette année, tu as une idée toi ? »

« Le jet ski me tente bien pour ce matin » il répondit la bouche pleine.

Adjugé, la première activité à Paradise sera donc le jet ski.

Vous vous préparez, tu enfiles le plus petit bikini que tu possède car hors de question d’avoir des traces de bronzages disgracieuses, et de toutes façons, tu n’es qu’avec Woonggi.

C’est ce que tu croyais.

Woonggi viens vers toi avec un petit sourire que tu ne connais que trop bien maintenant.

« J’ai proposé à Hao de venir faire du Jet Ski avec nous.. ça te dérange pas hein ? »

« Non non ne t’inquiète pas Wookie mais si Jang viens faire du Jet Ski avec une tronçonneuse parce que tu colles trop son frère, je ne ferais pas le bouclier humain »

Il rigole avant d’aller se mettre de la crème solaire.

09:45, tu as encore un peu de chance d’éviter de croiser Jang avant qu’elle n’arrive.

Tu arrives au point indiqué pour l’activité et vois Hao sur le Jet Ski attendant Woonggi en lui faisant signe.

Tu te diriges vers le deuxième Jet Ski, mais quelqu’un a été plus rapide que toi et à sauté sur le Jet Ski.

« Mingi descends immédiatement, c’était le miens ! » tu lui dis en fronçant les sourcils.

Il baisse ses lunettes, te regarde et te dit « Le tiens ? Ces Jet Ski appartiennent à mon père, donc ils sont plutôt à moi qu’à toi poupée »

Il marquait un point.

Il continue « Si tu veux faire du Jet Ski tu va devoir monter avec moi » en te faisant un clin d’oeil.

Tu réfléchis, tu décides de monter avec lui, après tout, tu es la pour t’amuser (mais tu pries pour que Kazuha ne voit pas ça).

Tu t’approches doucement, une lueur d’excitation dans le regard, ta main frôlant le dos de Mingi avec une légèreté à peine perceptible. Tes doigts suivent les lignes de sa colonne vertébrale, découvrant chaque muscle puissant sous sa peau hâlée, une symphonie de force et de grâce. Tu ressens la puissance du Jet Ski résonner à travers lui, comme si chaque virage et chaque saut étaient une extension de son être. Tes mains se glissent jusqu’a ses épaules, captant la tension de ses muscles dans le mouvement fluide du sport nautique. Un sourire joueur danse sur les lèvres de Mingi, une complicité naissante qui transcende les mots.

Tu ressens la fraicheur des éclaboussures d’eau salée qui caressent ta peau. Tu sers Mingi contre toi. Il est tel un cavalier des vagues, ses doigts agiles et délicats manient le jet ski avec une habileté remarquable.

Tu te perds tel une spectatrice émerveillée devant la magie de ce tableau vivant, une fusion sensuelle de l’homme, de la mer et de son propre désir de liberté. Mingi était fait pour ça.

« Ca te plait ? » dit-il en ralentissant.

Tu admires la vue avant de répondre « Je ne te pensais pas si doué avec les Jet Skis »

Il rigole et rétorque « J’excelle dans tous les domaines tu sais »

Woonggi et toi decident de passer la journée avec Hao et Mingi.

20:00, le crépuscule s’installe doucement, peignant le ciel d’une palette enflammée de teintes rosées, orangées et pourpres. Les derniers rayons du soleil, chauds et caressant, embrasent la mer dans une étreinte passionnée.

Tu fais signe à Mingi et Hao pendant que tu te tournes vers le bâtiment principal afin de vous préparer pour la soirée d’ouverture de l’été de ce soir.

Tu va faire un tour dans le dressing de ta chambre avant que quelqu’un ne toque à la porte de ta chambre.

Tu décides d’aller ouvrir et trouve Natty derrière la porte avec une robe sous un plastique.

« Coucou ma beauté, je ne t’ai pas vue de la journée, je t’ai envoyé un texto cet après midi pour te dire qu’Intak t’as fait livrer cette robe mais je n’ai pas eu de réponse donc je te l’emmène directement » dit-elle en te tendant la robe.

« I-Intak ? Hwang Intak ? » tu repondis en prenant la robe.

Natty te regarde en levant un sourcil « Ah parce que tu connais plusieurs Intak toi ? »

Non, c’est vrai que c’était le seul que vous connaissiez.

Tu trouves ça bizarre après son comportement de la veille, cependant tu remercies Natty.

« J’ai ouvert le plastique pour jeter un coup d’oeil, portes la ce soir tu seras sublime » dit-elle avant de fermer la porte.

Tu sors la robe du plastique, l’enfile et va devant le miroir du dressing.

La robe choisie par Intak, courte et légère semble être une caresse de soie et de dentelle contre la peau, sa jupe délicate effleure le milieu de tes cuisses, révélant tes jambes dans un mouvement fluide et aérien.

Cette robe de soirée évoque parfaitement l’effervescence d’une soirée d’été, la légèreté d’un baiser sur la brise. Elle incarne grâce et féminité dans une harmonie parfaite entre tissu et forme. C’est une invitation à danser, briller et à être l’étoile lumineuse de toute soirée.

Tu te retournes et voit Woonggi bouche bée te regardant dans la robe.

« Ok j’allais te dire de brûler cette robe quand j’ai entendu que ça venait d’Intak mais tu la portes si bien.. je suis entièrement d’accord avec Natty, mets lace soir » dit-il les yeux encore écarquillés.

Tu hésites, mais si ça vient d’Intak, pourquoi ne pas le rendre jaloux tout en portant la robe qu’il t’a offert ?

Ton téléphone vibre : *JANG YUANYING - APPEL ENTRANT*

N’étant toujours pas prête pour cette conversation, tu éteins ton téléphone avant de le ranger dans ton sac a main.

Woonggi et toi sortent de ta chambre, en discutant vous croisez Jake, Woonggi te dis qu’il t’attend en bas (histoire de te laisser 5 mins avec Jake).

« Tu-tu es encore plus belle qu’hier » dit-il sans te lâcher du regard.

Tu ris et fais glisser une mèche derrière ton oreille en le remerciant.

« Je m’inquiétais hier soir je suis passé te voir en revenant de la soirée mais Woonggi m’a dit que ce n’était pas le moment, tu vas mieux ? »

« Je pense que ces vacances à Paradise vont me faire le plus grand bien » tu répondis

« Si jamais tu ressens le besoin de parler de quoi que ce soit tu as mon numéro » dit-il en souriant.

« Merci Jake, ça m’a fait plaisir de te voir » tu conclues en enlacant Jake avant d’emprunter la même direction que Woonggi.

Tu as cru ressentir le battement du coeur de Jake contre ta poitrine, à moins que ce n’était le tiens ?

L’ascenseur dans lequel tu es se dirige vers le bar/nightclub de Paradise, cependant une autre personne entre dans l’ascenseur, Chaewon.

« Tiens tiens, ce ne serait pas notre Cendrillon qui s’est échappée du bal hier soir ? » dit-elle avec un sourire narquois en se remettant du gloss.

Décidant de ne pas rentrer dans son jeu tu ne réponds pas.

« Donc ce n’est pas la chaussure que Cendrillon a perdu hier soir mais sa langue ? » rétorqua t’elle, en s’appliquant une 36ème couche de gloss.

Tu attends qu’elle approche son gloss pres de son visage pour donner un léger coup de coude dans son bras.

Elle décolle l’applicateur avant de dépasser ses lèvres.

« Raté, tu te crois maligne ? je t’ai vu arriver à 10 kilomètres, j’aurai toujours une longueur d’avance sur toi ma belle » dit-elle avant de sortir de l’ascenseur.

Tu essaie d’oublier ce qu’il vient de se passer et te diriges vers le nighctlub.

L’atmosphère est imprégnée d’une musique envoûtante, une symphonie de rythmes vibrants qui pulsent dans l’air. Les murs habillés de panneaux de miroirs et de motifs artistiques amplifient la sensation d’espace, créant un jeu fascinant de reflets et de perspectives.

Des lustres majestueux pendent au plafond voûté, jetant une lueur dorée qui baigne la piste de danse. Les sièges et les banquettes sont drapés de velours somptueux, invitant la jeunesse dorée de Los Angeles à se détendre dans un confort luxueux tout en observant l’effervescence de la foule.

Le bar, un écrin de verre et de chrome, brille de mille feux derrière des barmans habiles qui jonglent avec les bouteilles et les shakers, créant des cocktails exquis capturant l’essence de la fête.

Chaque détail, de l’éclairage sophistiqué à la sélection musicale soigneusement élaborée, crée une expérience sensorielle immersive.

Tu t’avances en direction du bar pour aller prendre un verre, tu commences a demander au barman ton cocktail favori avant qu’une voix que tu reconnaitrais entre mille ne le fasse avant toi.

« Un martini pour la sublime jeune femme à ma droite chef »

Tu te tournes et réponds « Mingi ? Depuis quand tu connais mon cocktail favori ? »

« Je sais beaucoup de choses… jolie robe au fait » dit-il en bloquant sur la vue de tes cuisses.

Tu lui releves le menton avec le bout de tes doigts, prends le cocktail et t’enfuis vers la piste de danse en disant « Merci pour le verre Mingi » en lui envoyant un bisou.

Tu te faufiles entre les corps dansants au rythme de la musique, tu aperçois Intak au fond du nightclub, les yeux rivés sur toi depuis peut être 10 minutes.

Tu laisses la musique t’emporter, tu bois ton verre, en récupère un autre, et ainsi de suite.

Tes sens sont éveillés, amplifiés par l’euphorie de l’alcool. Chaque contact, chaque effleurement de tissu contre ta peau semble se transformer en une caresse électrique qui éveille une sensibilité accrue.

Dans un élan de confiance tu balances tes bras dans les airs et renverse un cocktail sur un homme étant avec son groupe d’amis.

Jay se retourne, t’attrapes la gorge et te dis « Tu sais combien coûte la chemise que tu viens de me tâcher ? »

« On peut aller le demander ensemble à ton père si tu veux, tout le monde ici sait que c’est l’argent de papa que tu dépenses » tu lui réponds avec un air malicieux.

Furieux, il commence à serrer ta gorge de plus en plus fort, serrant sa mâchoire tout autant.

Heeseung s’interpose entre vous deux et pousse Jay.

« Ça va pas Jay ? Tu comptais faire quoi là » dit-il

Jay grogne en ré-ajustant sa chemise.

Tu sens qu’on t’attrape le bras en te tirant hors du nightclub, c’est Woonggi.

« Qu’est ce que tu nous fais là ? prends ça et remonte dans la chambre, t’as pas l’air super sobre » dit-il en te tendant une bouteille d’eau.

Tu le remercies et prends l’ascenseur.

Tu déambules dans les couloirs, tu sens l’alcool redescendre, en prenant le couloir en direction de ta chambre tu entends une voix crier et frapper une porte.

« OUVRE CETTE PORTE AVANT QUE JE TE TUE DE TOUTES LES MANIÈRES POSSIBLES »

Tu t’avances doucement et distingue une silhouette élancée, portant une petite robe rose moulante, le petit diadème sur la tête t’as tout de suite indiqué qui était la folle qui tapait à la porte : Princesse Jang.

Tu essaies de reculer lentement sans aucun bruit.

Jang arrête de taper à la porte, tourne la tête dans ta direction et marmonne « Alors toi »

Tu ressens un frisson traverser tout ton corps, une sensation de peur mélangée à tout le reste, tu étais bien trop sobre pour ce qui allait se passer.

Jang ne prend même pas la peine de retirer ses talons et se mets à courir dans ta direction telle une furie.

Tu essaies de reculer plus vite mais elle à été beaucoup trop rapide, le pire arrive.

Jang saute et te plaque au sol tel un rugbyman.

Elle se met à hurler pleins de choses totalement incompréhensibles tellement la rage parle sa place, tu ne l’a jamais vue dans un état pareil.

Tu lui dis « Jang parle moins vite et moins fort je comprends absolument rien »

Elle répond toujours en hurlant « TU NE RÉPONDS PAS À MES MESSAGES DEPUIS 2 JOURS, NI LES APPELS, TU LAISSES WOONGGI SORTIR AVEC MON FRÈRE, CHAEWON EST COURONNÉE ET EN PLUS TU TE BATS AVEC JAY ? TU AS PERDU LA TÊTE ? »

Elle marquait un point pour les messages, les appels, et Jay.

« Je suis désolée Jang, j’étais pas dans mon assiette à cause du bal.. »

Jang se relève et réajuste son diadème « J’aime bien ta robe tu l’as achetée où ? »

Effarée par son changement d’humeur soudain tu lui réponds « C’est Intak qui me l’a offerte »

« brûle la » répond t-elle sans une once d’empathie.

Tu te relèves, Jang te fait un câlin immédiatement.

« Tu m’as manquée, je m’inquiétais, désolée de m’être énervée mais ne me ghoste plus aussi longtemps, promis ? » demande t-elle

« Promis » tu réponds.

Jang remets ses talons avant de continuer « on a beaucoup de choses à se dire toi et moi, monte au penthouse avec moi ».

Tu suis Jang jusqu’a l’ascenseur.

Vous arrivez à l’aile « présidentielle » comme elle l’appelle.

L’appartement de Jang, perché au sommet du gratte ciel majestueux qu’est le Paradise, offre une vue imprenable sur la ville scintillante. Les portes d’entrée, ornées d’un laiton poli, s’ouvrent sur un vestibule élégant ou des vigiles impeccables en costume sombre et cravate veillent avec une présence assurée.

Une fois entrée, tu es transportée dans un univers de luxe et d’opulence, le sol en bois exotique est doucement éclaire par des luminaires en cristal, créant une ambiance tamisée et raffinée.

Au centre de l’espace, un bar élégant s’étend, paré de marbre veiné et de détails en or finement ouvragés.

La terrasse s’ouvre sur un panorama à couper le souffle, ou des canapés en rotin confortables sont disposés pour profiter de la brise légère et du spectacle nocturne de Los Angeles qui s’anime.

Une piscine à débordement épouse les contours de la terrasse avec une élégance incomparable. Entourée de chaises longues recouvertes de coussins moelleux, elle offre une vue panoramique saisissante sur la ville.

Des palmiers en pots, majestueux, encadrent la piscine, ajoutant une touche de verdure exotique à l’environnement.

Dans cet espace, le luxe se mêle a l’intimité, la sécurité à la sophistication.

C’est un refuge exclusif, un sanctuaire où Jang peut s’immerger dans une atmosphère d’élégance et de détente, tout en profitant d’une vue à couper le souffle sur la cité scintillante.

« fais comme chez toi » t’indique t’elle.

Tu t’assoies sur une chaise longue de la terrasse et commence a lui expliquer la soirée d’hier.

00:10, « Un spa ça te dit ? va prendre un peignoir dans l’une de mes salles de bain, j’arrive » te dit Jang avant de se lever de la chaise longue après avoir été informée de toute la situation.

Tu te lèves et va trouver un peignoir ainsi que des chaussons avant de descendre au spa.

Arrivée au sauna, tu entres et vois Intak déjà assis a l’intérieur.

« Bonsoir Princesse, j’espère que la robe t’a plu » dit-il en te voyant

tu réponds « Je ne pensais pas que le sauna était déjà occupé, je te le laisse » et commence à partir.

« Reste . » dit-il d’un ton autoritaire et assuré, il tapote le banc à côté de lui, te faisant signe de venir t’assoir.

Tu t’assoies donc à côté d’Intak.

« Merci pour la robe, elle était parfaite. » tu murmures en regardant face a toi.

Il répondit « tout le plaisir était pour moi, j’ai pu voir tes jolies jambes toute la soirée, et tu viens me remercier dans le sauna, que demander de plus ? »

Tu le regardes en haussant les sourcils et réponds « Tu as déjà oublié ce que tu as fait avec Chaewon hier soir ou tu vis sur une autre planète ? »

« on est quite, je t’ai vu avec le petit blond pétrolier » te réponds t-il en parlant de Jake.

Sur le point de rétorquer, la porte du sauna s’ouvre à nouveau : Mingi rentre torse nu avec une serviette autour de la taille.

« Le spa était réservé ? je n’ai pas vu de panneau le précisant » demanda Mingi, surpris de te voir avec Intak

« Oui il est réservé pour elle et moi » rétorque Intak en posant la main sur ta cuisse.

« Non, tu peux rester si tu veux Mingi » tu réponds avec un grand sourire.

Tu sens la main d’Intak resserrer de plus en plus ta cuisse.

« Ta petite robe t’allait comme un gant » dit Mingi en s’asseyant

« C’est moi qui lui ait offert, je connais son corps par coeur » réponds Intak prenant un air supérieur.

Tu lèves les yeux au ciel et essaie de retirer la main d’Intak de ta cuisse mais impossible, ses doigts étant enfoncés dans la chaire de ta cuisse.

Mingi regarde la main d’Intak posée sur ta cuisse et te dit « Je ne pensais pas que tu étais du genre à partager ton partenaire »

Intak réponds avec un sourire « Les femmes savent faire un effort lorsqu’elles voient l’argent »

Ton sang ne fait qu’un tour et tu gifles Intak.

Il retire sa main, tu te lèves et pars en direction de l’ascenseur, Intak se lève pour te suivre mais Mingi se lève avant lui et lui dit « Toi restes à ta place, fais lui du mal et t’auras à faire à moi »

Intak ris en touchant la joue sur laquelle tu l’as giflé.

Les portes de l’ascenseur commencent à se refermer lorsque Mingi mets sa main de sorte à arrêter la fermeture et monter avec toi dans l’ascenseur.

Tu soupires et regardes Mingi.

Il te tend les bras, tu l’enlaces.

« Si cet enfoiré te fait le moindre mal, viens me voir, je lui ferais regretter chacune de ses actions. » dit-il en touchant l’arrière de tes cheveux.

Tu ne réponds pas.

« D’accord ? » enchéris t-il

« D’accord Mingi » tu réponds, le visage dans son torse.

« Bien » conclue t-il.

Tu retournes en direction de ta chambre, pensant à a soirée que tu viens de passer encore une fois.

Avant que tu ne rentres dans le couloir menant à ta chambre tu aperçois Jay caresser et embrasser quelqu’un avant de rentrer dans l’une des chambres du couloir.

Cette personne n’était définitivement pas Jang.

Tu te faufiles dans ta chambre sans faire de bruit et fait comme si tu n’avais rien vu.

La chambre est vide, Woonggi n’est pas encore rentré de la soirée.

Exténuée de ta soirée encore plus fatiguante que la précédente tu tombes sur ton lit avant que le sommeil ne prenne ton corps.

Tu ne pensais pas que ces vacances allaient être aussi mouvementées.

FIN DE L’EPISODE 2

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verminviscount · 8 months

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ive been made aware that i have strong opinions on my personal ranking of percy jackson characters so im making a post about it. bc thats what we do here on tungle.hell. experiencing brain worms? spread the word. @garecc i invite you to include your own brain worms here

for those who may not know, which i expect is most of my followers here, Travis (garecc) and i go way back to the days of a trials of apollo discord server that has since crumbled under the weight of various discourse and does not exist at this time. so if anyone understands pjo brain rot, its him.

ONTO THE RANKING. ill be focusing on main characters bc if i include side characters we'll be here all day and Sally Jackson would be every character in this top 5.

1. Hazel Levesque. Deserves better in the eyes of fandom. Gained pretty good control over the mist within one book. Has a cool magic horse. Similar tragic backstory to Nico, but not sulking about it. No shame in sulking, but its cool to see someone go through bad shit and come out still feeling mostly okay.

2. Will Solace. Unfortunately for me, I haven't finished the trials of apollo series yet, so i dont know THAT much about Will as he's primarily a background character. But Apollo kids and medics both get my utmost respect and appreciation, always. and he's a little bit of a sarcastic little shit, but the kind where people dont get annoyed with you bc its almost always funny and lighthearted. i know from hearing people talk about tsats that he's also a Sad Boy (which is to be expected as a demigod, tragedy physically cannot leave you alone.), and im excited to read about someone with my personality go through a mental breakdown :D!

3. Frank Zhang. Listen to me. How can he not be this high up. I don't even know where to begin with this guy, he's so gods damned cool. He's just such a good character and a good dude too! I'd love to be his friend. What a sweetheart, iirc he was the only person at camp jupiter who wasnt freaked out by Nico? he's so nice. children of Ares/Mars are usually mean, and he's so nice. i love him so much. also his life force is connected to a chunk of wood, which is kinda neat. he's a legacy of poseidon. he's canadian. im pretty sure his first name is Westernized bc his grandma calls him Fai, my last name was westernized when my great grandparents came over so i sort of get it though not nearly to the same degree. I ALMOST FORGOT HE CAN SHAPESHIFT!!! DUDE what a cool guy. we gotta move on, i gotta cut myself off. give him more attention in your fan works

4. Nico di Angelo. obviously a fan favorite, but im talking canon Nico here. im not talking about an uwu soft emo boi. im talkin about a sarcastic, pessimistic, deeply insecure little dude. listen, im not gonna talk about the things i love about nico because its been said a million times. its nothing new. im just gonna say that i love reading about characters that go through awful awful trauma and still overcome and find joy on the other side.

5. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. so my impulse is to put Leo here bc i adored him when i first read HoO. and if i didnt really think about it, i wouldve put him. but... Rachel!! how can you not love her! a mortal lady who can see through the mist, she fought with a hairbrush, she's the liveliest and loveliest oracle of delphi camp halfblood has ever and will ever know, she’s from money and hates it, she's an activist, an artist, way more helpful than the last oracle for sure. the mummy in the attic just left you to fend for yourself, Rachel will at least try to help you interpret what a prophecy means. she's blunt and talks a mile a minute, i love seeing my "flaws" represented positively in media.

honorable mentions: Leo Valdez of course, easily my number 6 spot. Apollo/Lester, we love seeing immense character development. Grover Underwood, probably the first time i ever had a definitive favorite character. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, romance would be dead and we wouldnt have a series without them.

#percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #character ranking

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riveramorylunar · 2 years

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Lovestruck Masterlist:

Starship Promise~

Mirra(Admiral) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rhea Everleigh(Empire Solider) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Dr. Xendalia(Scientist) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Jessa Flexand(Bartender) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Zhora Leonis(Outlaw & Arms Dealer) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nova(Galactic Protester & Superhuman) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Gangsters Fall In Love~

Lucky(Member of the Diamondbacks gang) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Queenie(Works for the Diamondbacks) Masterlist-Coming Soon

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Aurora James(The Hustler) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Havenfall Is For Lovers~

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Roshni Nassar(Djinn) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Annabelle Sheppard(Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Liliane Labasque(Leader of a vampire clan) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Levana Helsing Masterlist-Coming Soon

Necahual(Second bride of Dracula) Masterlist-Coming Soon

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The Beast(Silver Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Mackenzie Hunt(The Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vanessa Helsing(The Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Reigning Passion~

Ruelle(Princess of Autumn,Spy & Bodyguard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Varuna(Sea Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rosie(Orc) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Thea(High Priestess of Summer) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Xenia(Mistress of Spies/Spymaster) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Amara(Captain of the Royal Guard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Sin With Me~

Ripley(Former Envy assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vinca(Pride Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Onyx Wren[Envy](Tightrope walker & Envy Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Esperanza Gutierrez[Wrath](Ringleader & Wrath Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Yvette Holte [Greed](Illusionist & Greed Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Astoria: Lost Kisses~

Athena(Goddess of Wisdom) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Eryn(Bartender) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Scylla(Gang Leader) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Prime(Original Chimera) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Aphrodite (Goddess of Love) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Medusa(Bookstore Owner) Masterlist-Coming Soon

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Bella (Ghost Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Fiona Eichen(Mystic Bandit) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Cecelia Visconti(Vampire Ranger) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Ever After Academy~

Mallory Strup(Gothel/Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Blossom(Peasblossom/Student & Sorority Member) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nora Le Fay(The Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Lavinia Le Guin(Ice Queen) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Villainous Nights~

Andi Kim[Cat](Snapshot Star) Masterlist-Coming Soon

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Juliette Optima[Bat](Optimus Head of Cyber Security) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Sweet Enchantments~

Axia Bloodsparrow(Advisor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Runa Amberthrone[The Waitress](Waitress) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Emeril Everbloom[The Hostess](Hostess) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Liora Skyheart[The Boss](Cafe Owner) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nysa Dawnvale[The Misfit](Waitress)

My Siren Crush~

Mia Masterlist-Coming Soon

Lexi Sweetwater(Artist) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Arianna Nitida(Treasure Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Queen Of Thieves~

Ariana(Poison Handler) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Daisa Khoury(DJ Visage) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nadia(Leader of Flashpoint) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Zoe Banks[The Hacker](Hacker) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vivienne Tang[The Seductress](Thief) Masterlist-Coming Soon

To Love & Protect~

Cal Egret(Chief of Metropolitan Police Department) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Madison Lane(Secret Service Agent) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Castaway! Love's Adventure~

Serena Zhang(Doctor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Edge Case Love's Pursuit~

Blythe Hawthorne(Art Curator & Owner of Hawthorne Gallery) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Eko(Android) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Gael Kavanaugh(Member of the FDI/Police Organization) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Korin Reyes(The Mentor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Tales of the Wild~

Maeve Lewenn[Scout](Dinae Bird) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Marya Pel(Dinae) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rae Ketola[Skald](Dinae Wolverine) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Revi Pel[Tenderfoot](Dinae) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Evina Arwel[Druid Exile](Dinae Swan) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Love & Legends~

Iraia Idreis(Crown Princess of Elves) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Mireille(Bodyguard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Helena Klein(The Sorceress) Masterlist-Coming Soon

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amesliu · 2 years

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*sees SOHAE updates* *is in class* *has classes and a meeting back to back with no breaks for a while* *cries*

*finally reads it* FRANK ZHANG I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO SMACK YOU SO MUCH IN MY ENTIRE LIFE YOU ADORABLE CINNAMON ROLE!

I am mentally prepping for all the near miss kisses that will inevitably keep getting interrupted by everyone else 😂

zhang fai watch ur back

#not art #asked and answered #the reviews are in

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