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beclynn-herondale · 3 years

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The Rich Boy

(ah, yes. that rich boy™ what is he gonna do?)

A fun fact about Valentine: his father is a wealthy and famous doctor, he's following in his father's footsteps. He also does woodcarving on the weekend. His family has a big secret (everyone thinks they're secretly killers or involved with a gang in New York.

(guess we don't know for sure *shrugs).

“It's not personal, it's the family way. I may be the villain in your story. But in mine I'm the hero. I am following in my father's footsteps because that's the way it has to be. The way it should be. And I'm not afraid to eliminate those who get in my way.” - Valentine

The Childhood Friends

(these three have been raised together since they were babies, they're parents were all friends. They're like sisters).

A fun fact about Jocelyn: she has been doing art since she was a toddler and it's her dream to become a famous artist. She also rebels a little in college due to being the "good child" for so long. Which is why we see her dating Valentine the "bad boy"

“I try to see the best in people, the beauty in them. But I also see the worst, the horror in them. And I even it out to find we are not truly composed of either good or evil, but in the middle. As an artist the color grey might seem bland, but to me it's a color that tells a story. A story of human kind's color.” - Jocelyn

A fun fact about Madeleine: she is the smart one, but she can also have fun with you. She doesn't let other people tell her who she is, and she isn't afraid to warn you about toxic people. She's also into the zodiac signs and has birth charts memorized.

“I live my life just as any other person. My sexuality doesn't change that. I know who I truly am, and I know what I truly want. I'm a person. I am a human. I deserve respect and rights just as much as the next person. I'm not broken, there's nothing wrong with me. I am perfectly myself. I am beautiful.” - Madeleine

A fun fact about Eliza: she is very outspoken. It gets her in trouble a lot, but she's willing to take the risk. she fights for the rights of those who have been denied rights. she also loves psychology, but her friends are tired of being psychoanalyzed. She's also one of those people who are just kind and full of cheerfulness.

(p.s. she's babie we must protect 🥺. Also she may have gotten into a heated argument with Valentine and outsmarted him).

“Love and respect are not the same thing, Michael. We often confuse them. We can love someone and let them disrespect us. He may love you, but does he respect you? You should ask yourself what you truly deserve. I'll always be here for you to lean on. Remember you deserve respect just as much as you do love.” - Eliza

That couple™

(you know what I mean.)

A fun fact about Maryse: she doesn't care how people perceive her, she lets them believe what they want. Her brother Max is always there to reassure her that she is so much more than how people perceive her. She has a pet snake named peanut butter. Maryse also secretly makes jewelry with Eliza (but don't tell anyone 🤫).

“In middle school and highschool they called me 'the bad girl.' or 'the slut.' So I took those as compliments, and made myself a queen. I say 'You're right. I am a bad girl. I am a slut. And I'm perfectly good at it.' But I'm so much more than that. A queen is many things, and it takes an open eye to see it. Most people have their eyes shut.” - Maryse

A fun fact about Robert: he is the star football player but also loves arcade games. He enjoys going to the lake in Idris with Michael, and also swimming with him in his family's pool.

(If only someone had told Robert that the skinny dipping thing he did with Michael was heterosexual activities. But we don't have time to unpack all that.)

“Do you ever fake it so much that you don't know what's real and what isn't, anymore? I fake my feelings everyday. I pretend everyday. I hang out with the wrong people. I say 'I love you.' But it's a lie. But that's what's expected of me, right? I'm supposed to do and say these things, right? That's what people like me do. That's what normal people do. I'm not sure I'm a ‘normal person.’” - Robert

(part two)

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mrs-cavill-wife · 3 years

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Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

#henrycavill rp #henry cavill x female reader #charles brandon x you #charles brandon x reader #charles brandon #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader

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starlit-serenade · 3 years

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ONEUS Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O

Summary: How would ONEUS react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together?

Word Count: 2,654 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 ONEUS Masterlist 》

Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

Youngjo would obviously trust his S/O with anything and everything. But seeing or hearing someone hitting on you would make his blood boil. He would get so aggressive, but not physically. He would want to intimidate the other person and scare them off. Or maybe he'd just start being very affectionate toward you in front of them.

You make eye contact with Youngjo across the CD shelf, and he smiles softly at you. You've come to look at CDs with Youngjo on both of you guys' day off.

"Look, I found one that reminds me of you!" you say, holding up a CD on your side of the shelf. It has a colorful album art with a black cat drawn on.

Youngjo smiles brightly. "Cute. Let me find one that reminds me of you."

He moves to a spot further down the CD shelf, searching for another CD.

After you continue seeking through the CDs for a couple minutes, someone reaches past you and grabs a CD right in front of you. They stumble and almost fall over, but they stop themself with their hand on the shelf on the other side of your body. They bump you a bit, and you hell as your stomach hits the edge of the shelf.

"Sorry," the person says, placing their hand on your shoulder in apology.

"No worries." You smile politely as you rub your stomach, and you can see Youngjo is watching you from a distance.

Are you okay? he mouths at you. You nod gently. You're fine.

"Hey," the person says, clearly checking you outaa. "How about, as an apology, I take you out to coffee?"

You shake your head. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

"No, really, I insist!" the person says.

You open your mouth to speak when you suddenly feel a hand snake around your waist. Youngjo is standing right next to you, holding you to him. When you look at Youngjo, he's smiling down at you softly.

"Hi," Youngjo says to the person. "I'm Y/N's boyfriend. Can you please respect when they say no?" His words are respectful, but his voice is very aggressive.

The person swallows. "Sorry. I didn't realize you had a boyfriend. Sorry, sir. I'll get going."

The person leaves immediately, vanishing around the corner, and Youngjo nudges you gently.

"I found you a CD," he says, grinning as he holds up a disk. You smile and kiss his cheek.

"Love you, Youngjo," you say.

Lee Seoho (Seoho)

Seoho would be so very upset. He would definitely be very possessive, and might try to be a bit intimidating, but you would know exactly how frustrated he was feeling and would undoubtedly have to comfort him afterward.

Seoho smiles as you both walk through the park together, cold drinks in hand. It's the first sunny day in a while, so Seoho wanted to take you outside.

"My legs are a bit tired," you mumble, almost to yourself.

"Do you want to sit for a second?" Seoho asks, gesturing to a bench nearby. You nod, and the two of you sit on the park bench.

"It's hot out," you comment. The past few days have been rather chilly and cloudy, and so today you were pleasantly surprised to find it was warm.

"Yeah." Seoho nods in agreement. He looks at his drink. "I'm finished. I'm going to go throw my cup away, I'll be back, okay?"

You nod. "Alright!"

Seoho gets up from the bench and walks away, waving sweetly at you before turning to search for a bin.

After a minute of waiting alone on the bench, someone sits down on the other side of the bench. You glance over, and it's a man around Seoho's age.

"Hey," the man says. You blink and nod politely.

"Hello," you say.

"Nice day out, huh?"

"Mhm." You nod awkwardly in agreement. You can feel the man's eyes on you, waiting for more of an answer. "It's very warm out."

"It really is." There's a pause, and you look over at the man. He's definitely checking you out, and you shift in your seat uncomfortably. "Can I buy you a cold drink?" he asks.

For a second, you're shocked. Almost speechless, you search for the words.

"Oh, sorry, I have a boyfriend," you say. You glance around, looking for Seoho, but he isn't anywhere in sight. You know you can deal with the situation on your own, but having your boyfriend with you would be a big help.

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be too much of a problem if I just bought you a cold drink," the man says.

Yes, it would be.

You shake your head. "That's kind of you, but--"

"Actually, it is a bit of a problem."

You turn around and see Seoho standing beside you. You can see from the way that his fist tightens, his jaw thenches, that he is very unhappy.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to offend you," the man says. "I just thought they might be able to have a friendly cup of coffee."

"As their boyfriend, no you may not," Seoho says. He reaches for your hand which you enthusiastically give him. "Let's go somewhere?" he asks you. You nod and let Seoho lead you away, barely sparing a glance at the man left on the bench.

Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

Geonhak, upon seeing someone hitting on you, would be so frustrated and furious. He would try to be intimidating--probably by lowering his voice much more than necessary--and would possibly be very affectionate and possessive. but you would absolutely be able to tell that he's feeling insecure and frustrated.

You and Geonhak are sitting at a table near the back of the library. You're taking care of some studying you have to do. You sigh and stand up quickly, and Geonhak looks up at you curiously.

"I'm just going to return some books and find some other ones," you say quietly. He smiles and nods.

You take up your books, put them on the return cart, and walk over to the bookshelf where you found your original books. You can still see Geonhak from there. Maybe you'll be able to find just the books you need this time. A man wearing an employee badge is standing next to the bookshelf, placing books into it. As you find a book that looks good, you grab it.

"Oh?" The employee is staring at you. "That's an interesting looking book." He looks up at your eyes and you nod politely.

"Yeah. I need it for my studies."

"Oh?"

You explain the topic to him a bit, since he seems curious.

"Oh, that's cool. Hey, I get done in about an hour. Maybe, perhaps, we could . . . talk more over coffee?"

You blink, taken by surprise. So that's why he's been looking at you like that. "Oh, sorry. But no."

"No? Why?"

"Well, because I have a boyfriend," you say.

"Oh? I'm sure I could take better care of you than he." The man suddenly freezes, and you frown in confusion. Suddenly, you feel someone's arms wrap around you, and you feel a familiar kiss placed on your neck.

"Hi baby," Geonhak says, his voice about an octave deeper than usual. He pulls away and speaks to the man in his deep voice. "Please excuse me. I'm not sure if you heard, but Y/N has a boyfriend."

The man blinks and opens his mouth to say something, but he stops. His face is red with embarrassment. You can tell that Geonhak is giving him an evil glare.

"S-s-sorry," the man says, backing away. "I'll get back to work." He exits the aisle to organize a different shelf.

Geonhak looks at you and kisses your neck again, before nuzzling his face into your neck. You can tell that he's stressed, and run your hand through his hair.

"Let's go sit down," you suggest. Geonhak nods, looking at you like a puppy.

"Okay," he says, smiling softly.

Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)

Keonhee's personality is usually carefree and friendly, so seeing how cold he'd act toward someone would be possibly intimidating to not just them but to you as well. He'd be so possessive, and would definitely want to signal physically to the other person that you're taken, by putting his arm around you or something.

"Wait here, I'll go order our drinks, okay?" Keonhee asks, smiling his sweet smile that makes your heart flutter.

"Mkay."

"The usual?" he asks.

"Mhm!" You smile, and he pecks a quick kiss on your cheek, before heading away from the table to the line to the coffee shop's counter.

You stare down at your phone, scrolling through social media, absentmindedly reading the news as you wait for Keonhee.

"Excuse me, is this chair occupied?"

You look up and see a man with his hand on a chair at your table. You note that it's one of four chairs at your table, and you only need two: one for yourself and one for Keonhee.

"No, you can have it," you say with a nod and a polite smile.

The man pulls out the chair from the table, pauses, and sits down across from you, and you can already tell this isn't going to go well.

"Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?" the man asks. In all honesty, he isn't bring creepy or disrespectful. But you already have a boyfriend and are not interested.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you say. "I, uh, I have a --"

Suddenly, a cup of your favorite drink is placed in front of you. You look up and Keonhee is smiling down at you, his drink in his other hand.

"Hi, angel!" he says, the most pleasant smile on their face. You can tell that he's purposely not paying the man any attention.

"Hi Keonhee!" you say. "Thank you for getting the drinks."

"Of course, lovely!" He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, and you can see that he shoots a quick glare at the other man, and you quickly tug at Keonhee's sleeve.

"Keonhee, let's head home," you say quietly.

"Sounds good!" he says. "Let's go, my lovely," he says, taking your hand and leading you out of the coffee shop. You don't miss the final glare he gives the man, who is sitting surprised and alone at your table.

Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)

Hwanwoong wouldn't try to be intimidating or anything. He'd definitely be possessive, and would show if physically, like his arm around you and neck kisses. He'd act very confidently, even if he wasn't feeling it. But he'd need a lot of comforting.

"Ready to head home?" you ask your boyfriend Hwanwoong. He looks up from where he's sitting on the floor, taking a breath after his practice on the other side of the practice room. A grin spread across his face.

"Sure! I need to gather my things, so how about you head out to the lobby and I'll meet you there, alright?" he says, gesturing to the room. His water bottle is against the wall in the corner farthest away from him. His jacket is in a separate corner.

"Alright, see you in a bit Woongie," you say, pushing yourself to the feet before heading out to the lobby to wait for your boyfriend.

You walk through the hallway and stand outside the elevator, waiting. As the elevator rings and you walk into the elevator, someone walks in behind you.

"Hello," the person says. You nod politely in greeting. You swear you've seen this person before, perhaps the hallway or something.

"Hi," you say. "I've seen you around here often. Are you a trainee?"

"Oh, yes. Yes I am."

You can feel this person's eyes on you, even when you look away. Their gaze is very intense.

"Are you a trainee here?" the trainee asks. You shake your head. Suddenly the elevator shudders, there's a ding, and the doors slide open. You and the trainee step out into the lobby.

"Oh, uh, no." You chuckle a bit. "No, I'm not a trainee."

The trainee raises an eyebrow at you. "Really? I see you around here often enough," they say. "What do you do around here, are you a staff member?"

You shake your head. "Oh, no. I'm not. My boyfriend works here."

The trainee pauses. "Oh? Who's your boyfriend?"

You feel an arm snake around your waist, and for a second you're surprised. But you can recognize your boyfriend from the slightest touch.

"I'm their boyfriend," Hwanwoong says, pecking a kiss to your cheek. The trainee looks absolutely mortified, and you really aren't surprised. A trainee? Trying to hit on Yeo Hwanwoong's significant other?

"Oh," the trainee says. "Well, that's great. I've got places to be. Goodbye."

The trainee quickly rushes away, and Hwanwoong nuzzles his nose against your cheek gently.

"Can we go get something cold to drink?" he asks.

"Of course," you say, running your hands through his hair a bit. "Let's get some bubble tea, how does that sound."

He smiles. "Sounds great."

Son Dongju (Xion)

Dongju would want you and him out of that situation as soon as possible. He'd be very firm and calm, but would not want either of you to engage with the other person. If he had to, he'd be very calm and stern with them, maybe even a little passive aggressive.

You examine the two noodle packages in your hands, debating which one to get for you and Dongju's movie night tonight. Dongju should still be getting veggies.

As you decide and put away the one you've rejected, someone walks past and accidentally bumps shoulders with you, causing you to almost drop the noodles in your hand, but manage to catch them. You do, however, drop the box of popcorn you had under your arm.

"Oh sorry." The man who has just bumped into you stops and picks up the fallen popcorn as you stabilize yourself and your noodles. You smile and nod as he hands you your popcorn.

"Thank you," you say.

"Maybe you should have a basket," the man says.

"Yeah." You laugh a bit and nod, too lazy to tell him that you did in fact have a basket, until Dongju took it with him to the next aisle.

The man doesn't move away. It seems as though he wants to keep the conversation going, but you don't.

You place the noodle package back on the shelf and fix the things in your arms so that they're easier to carry. You are overly aware of the man still standing next to you, watching you.

"Sorry, is there something you need?" you ask him.

"Uh, was just wondering if I could get your number?" the man asks.

You, surprised, find it difficult to find a detailed response, and can barely manage to say, "No, sorry."

"No?" the man chuckles nervous. "Why?"

"Because . . ." You're about to tell him that you already have a boyfriend when suddenly someone behind you clears their throat. You turn your head and see Dongju approaching with the basket in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

"Y/N, did you get noodles? Ah. Let's see if we can find you that candy you like," he says quickly, grabbing your hand and squeezing. He looks at the man, and his eyes narrow a bit. "Sorry to interrupt. I'm Y/N's boyfriend, and we have to get going for our movie night."

Before the man can say a word, Dongju drags you away, out of the aisle and down to the candy aisle. You watch him grumble under his breath as he looks among the candies for your favorite. He's fuming, so you walk over and plant a kiss on his cheek. You can see him smiling dumbly.

"I love you, Son Dongju," you say.

"I love you too," he says softly and shyly.

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wilder-minded · 3 years

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SFB Chapter 3

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I felt relief walking into my house, seeing the recap of the bloodbath on the screen and Katniss safe in the forest... as safe as she could be in the arena. I stopped in the doorway, watching for a quiet moment when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped in surprise, whipping around to see my father standing behind me.

"Oh! You startled me, father," I say, a sheepish grin as my cheeks flush and my heart rate thuds in my chest.

My father is a tall man, though not nearly as tall as Gale, with a thicker build than most in the district. I attribute that to the years of eating without worry and banquets with Capitol officials. He was balding but refused to remove what was left of the spare hairs. His blue eyes were striking, though softer in tone like my own.

"I thought I heard you down here," he smiles, nodding toward the television behind me. "She's your friend, the girl with the strawberries?"

"Yeah, she is," I confirm, my blonde curls brushing over my shoulder as I glance back at the screen too.

"She's caused quite the chatter in the Capitol, volunteering for her sister and all," he says, his voice casual as he pulls out a white ceramic mug, beginning to make tea.

"I'm sure she must hate the attention" I respond quietly, and he chuckles to himself.

"Yes, but that attention will keep her alive," he raises an eyebrow in my direction and I nod softly in agreement. "She's very skilled, but the donations that attention brings in will give her the advantage that she needs."

I knew he was right. "I heard that the people in the Hob have started a donation pot for her," I mention as my father finishes making the tea.

"As he walks past, he gives me a wink. "I know, I gave the first donation," he whispers before disappearing up the stairs. "Get some rest, Madge"

My father was always hard for me to read, but I suppose it had to be that way. Being an official in Panem meant walking a thin line to avoid retaliation for even the smallest offenses, though it seemed to be more relaxed here in Twelve. My father kept to himself mostly, but occasionally would surprise me like the day he began purchasing strawberries from the crafty Seam girl.

I sighed as I turned off the lights in the sitting room, the dim flicker from the broadcast now focused on the unnaturally colorful Caesar Flickerman and his cohost. I turned it off, effectively silencing the speculation that I wanted to avoid. For as long as I had memories, each year we hosted the victors and their entourage on the Victory Tour and each year I was appalled and amused by the gaudy appearance of the Capitolites. The ways in which they willingly mutilated their bodies in the name of "beauty" was something I could never understand, though I had become quite skilled at maintaining a neutral expression while observing them. My father was careful with the manner in which he handled the Capitol guests; any inkling of disrespect or discord would mean automatic demotion or worse. Though he never explicitly told me this, I knew I played a part in that and I did my best to stay within boundaries I set for myself.

As I walked into the bathroom, I saw my reflection in the small metal-framed mirror that hung above our sink. The bridge of my nose and cheeks were tinted a light pink; no doubt from sitting in the sun longer than my fair skin was used to. I could see the faint freckles developing and I thought back to my childhood with my freckled nose and blonde waves that my mother tried to keep contained with pretty ribbons. I always managed to pull them out, my long hair falling lose much to her dismay. There were shadows under my eyes—they were still bright though tired.

I sighed, combing through my blonde locks and brushing my teeth before retreating to my bedroom. Maybe sleep would find me tonight... or so I could hope.

Before I had fallen asleep the night before, I could not help but think of my father strolling into the Hob. Everyone knew what went on in there, but the district officials turned a blind eye. Many of them benefitted from it anyway, like the group of Peacekeepers that frequented it for lunch. It was harmless really, just people trying to support themselves and their families. But to imagine the Mayor walking in for nothing more than to show support for one of their own, it stirred something in my mind though I couldn't quite place what it was.

I was always awake before the rest of my family, and this morning I decided to walk through town as the sun rose and the dew was still slick on the uneven cobblestone streets. My father wasn't keen on my habit of taking off for walks, but he long ago ceased to mention it as I got older.

I saw a warm glow coming from a few storefronts, one that I immediately recognized as the bakery. I felt a pang of guilt that I had not thought of Peeta much at all throughout this, even though he was very much in the same situation as Katniss. Probably worse off, if I was honest with myself. Katniss had an instinct for self-preservation that came only from the circumstances that she dealt with for most of her life. Peeta had been sheltered as a merchant's son, much like myself. Peeta and I would probably fair the same in the arena, I thought. How could I defend myself, with deadly piano keys?

I thought of the sweet baker's boy, and how he had always been nothing but kind to me when we crossed paths. It was hard to imagine someone with his gentle disposition in an environment such as the arena, though I supposed that survival could bring certain things out in people. And I recalled his confession during his interview with Caesar, how he had been in love with Katniss since boyhood. I believed him, the pain in his eyes was too real to be a ploy for sympathy.

I sighed, trying to imagine what his family must be going through before my feet made the decision my mind was mulling over. I pushed open the bakery door and a small chime sounded as it swung open enough for me to slip through. Most of the merchants lived above their businesses which I guessed made the line between home and work blur more than the children would have liked.

I offered a good morning, choosing a few loaves that I knew my parents enjoyed. As the blonde boy placed the bread into a paper bag, I slid the money across the counter.

His eyes wide as he saw the extra coins I laid down, but I kept my face neutral. "Oh, I think..." he started but I shook my head to cut him off. =

"No, that's the right amount," I said, before gathering my things and leaving, noticing the small smile on the boy's lips. I didn't need the extra coins, I had decided. I would never need as much as had been afforded to my family.

#the hunger games #catching fire #gale hawthorne #madge undersee #gadge #gale x madge #fanfic #ao3 #slow fire burn

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krizaland · 4 years

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You know what? I love that random pilot from the movie. So despite not knowing his name, I'm going to use my dumbass energy and ask if you've got any relationship hcs for him?

Ooh! I love him too! He was the only one with enough courage and braincells to try to talk some sense into the Tallest!

Note: The pilot doesn’t have an official name. So I named him Skad.

By some miracle, Skad had somehow managed to survive the Florpus. However, the Florpus had left him stranded on Urth!

Needless to say, Skad was petrified! Being on the same planet as Zim aside, Skad was trained a pilot not an Invader! He had no idea how to adapt to life on another planet!

Anxious and alone, Skad frantically searched for shelter. He desperately tried to avoid drawing attention to himself. He didn’t want to even think about what the inhabitants of this terrible planet would do to him if he got caught!

Just when he thought he had found the perfect shelter the door swung open.

“HOLY SHIT! AN ALIEN!”

All of the color drained from Skad’s face. He had been caught by one of the inhabitants! This was it! He was going to die deserted on a foreign planet!

Skad took a deep breath and decided to brace himself for his inevitable doom.

The moment he turned the face the source of the voice, Skad felt his PAK spark.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” You squeaked as you slowly put your hands in front of your face.

Skad tried to speak but all that came out was gibberish. Never had he seen such a beautiful creature! Your eyes twinkled with stardust! And your voice! What a lovely sound!

“Ah geez, you don’t speak English do you?” Your face fell a bit as you rubbed the back of your head.

Skad shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Fear not, Urthinod! I am perfectly capable of understanding and speaking your language!”

“Oh! Sorry for assuming!”

“It’s quite alright. I take it this planet doesn’t get many foreign visitors?” Skad laughed nervously as he tried to sound professional.

“Nope! I mean, people have claimed to have seen an alien but there’s never been any actual proof. Like, I know this really creepy paranormal guy who keeps claiming that one of my classmates is an alien.” You replied casually.

“Creepy paranormal guy?” Skad parroted as he tilted his head to the side.

“Yeah, I think his name is Dib or something. He goes to my skool and he’s always screaming about exposing aliens and dissecting them. But that’s not what makes him creepy though.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry, how is wanting to dissect aliens not creepy?!” Skad gasped as he hugged himself protectively.

“Oh wanting to dissect aliens are definitely creepy but trust me, that’s only the tip of the iceberg with that guy. Speaking of which, we should probably continue this back inside. If Dib finds out that there’s another real alien running around, it’s not gonna end well for you.” You explained as you gestured for Skad to follow you into your house.

Skad reluctantly agreed and followed you inside.

“Alright, we need to be quiet because my parents are sleeping.” You whispered as you crept through the halls.

“My, this home is much more… primitive then I was expecting.” Skad muttered as he observed his surroundings.

“Heh. I guess things are a bit more advanced where you’re from.” You giggled as you led Skad to your room.

“Well, I am from planet Irk. We have the finest technology in the universe.” Skad boasted.

“Really? That’s awesome.” You gently opened your bedroom door and motioned for Skad to enter.

“Indeed. It’s really a shame how behind most of the universe is.” Skad playfully shook his head.

“So what brought you to Urth anyway?” You asked as you pulled up your desk chair and gestured for him to sit.

“Um, Well…It’s quite a long story…” Skad murmured as he slowly sat down.

“It’s cool if you don’t want to talk about it.” You reassured as you plopped onto your bed.

“Oh no! It’s not that! It’s just a long story! I simply don’t want to waste your time with my babbling.” Skad explained as he straightened up a bit.

“You’re not wasting my time at all! I’ve actually always wanted to meet an alien! Tell me everything! As long as you’re comfortable with that, of course.” You gushed as you pressed your hands up against your cheeks.

“Well, since you insist…”

Skad took in a deep breath as he begun to explain everything. He told you all about his life as one of The Massive’s pilots. He couldn’t believe that you were actually listening to his entire story! Not only were you listening but you were even asking questions!

For the first time in his life, Skad felt respected. It was a glorious feeling! Skad never wanted the feeling to end! He went into more and more detail of his life and even bragged about a few of his slightly exaggerated achievements.

However, all good things must come to an end. Skad soon had no choice but to talk about the dreaded Florpus.

He felt a twinge of bitterness bubble up as he remembered how stubborn the Tallest were. Had they listened to him none of this would’ve happened!

“So, that’s how I ended up on your planet….” Skad sighed as he hung his head.

“Oh, Skad…”

“You needn’t pity me, Y/N is it?”

“That’s right.” You nodded.

“We Irkens are highly trained! My survival skills are the best in my class! I can assure you, I will be just fine. I’m certain I could just….um…” Skad trailed off as his mind searched for the right words to say.

“You could always stay here with me.”

‘Y/N, I mean no disrespect but I cannot stay on this foreign planet! Not without supplies anyway.” Skad huffed as he folded his arms.

“Ok, well how about you just stay until you can find some supplies?”

“Well… I guess I don’t really have a choice do I?” Skad sighed as he buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I promise..” You reassured softly.

“How could you be so sure?”

“Because…. you’re amazing! I know you can get through anything!” You giggled.

“Wait…Do you really think I’m amazing?” Skad’s ruby eyes lit up.

“Of course I do! You managed to survive a deadly multiverse-destroying wormhole! How is that not amazing?!” You cheered as you pointed to the ceiling.

“Well, I’d consider it more lucky than amazing b-but I’m very flattered by your words, Y/N.” Skad stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

You let out a yawn and stretched out your arms.

“Alright, I’ve got Skool tomorrow, so I gotta get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning if you want.”

“Sleep? You humans still require that?” Skad blinked in surprise.

“Yeah- Wait, what do you mean still? Don’t Irkens sleep too?” You asked as you raised a brow.

“We Irkens haven’t required sleep for over thousands of years. Our PAKs are equipped with special charging cells that provide us with a constant stream of energy. Therefore, sleep is obsolete to us.” Skad explained as he gestured to his PAK.

“Oh damn! That’s crazy! So you guys don’t get tired? Like at all?!” You asked as your eyes widened a bit.

“Well that’s not entirely true…” Skad muttered as his antennas drooped a bit.

“Eh? I thought your PAKs provided a constant stream of energy or whatever?”

“W-Well it’s true that we Irkens don’t require sleep but we can still get tired if we get overworked. Or when we have to deal with frustrating individuals….” Skad’s voice tapered into a soft mutter as he spoke.

“What was that?”

“N-Nothing! P-Perhaps it would be best for you to get some sleep now! We can talk more in the morning!” Skad spluttered as he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Ok then…I guess I’ll get ready for bed.”

And with that, you dug out your favorite Pjs.

“Why are you pulling out different clothes? I fail to see what’s wrong with what you’re currently wearing/”

“Oh! Well, it’s not comfortable for me to sleep in what I’m wearing now, so I’m going to change into something that is comfortable to sleep in.” You explained as you gestured to your Pjs.

“Oh I see…..W-Wait what?!” Skad’s face flushed as his mind processed what you just said.

“Well you see, we humans don’t like to be uncomfortable when we sleep so-”

“Oh that part I’m fine with! It’s the…changing part that startled me!” Skad spluttered as a few beads of pink sweat dripped down his face.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Skad’s reaction.

“W-What’s so funny?!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m not gonna change in front of you! I’m gonna go to the bathroom to change.” You explained playfully.

“O-Oh right! Of course!” Skad let out a nervous chuckle.

And with that, you headed to the bathroom, changed into your Pjs and brushed your teeth.

While you brushed your teeth, Skad let out a dreamy sigh.

“That human sure is something….Perhaps staying here won’t be so bad after all.”

Skad rested his head in his hands as he let out a soft chirp.

ZAP!

Skad’s PAK sparked a bit.

Skad’s eyes widened in shock! That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Skad begun to panic! If anyone found out about his PAK sparking, he would no doubt be deactivated!

It was then Skad’s mind came to a realization:

Most of his people, including the Tallest, have no doubt been swallowed by the Florpus.

Therefore, no one else would even be alive, let alone be able to find out about his sparking PAK.

Skad let out a sigh of relief as he wiped away a few beads of sweat off his forehead.

“Alright! I’m back!”

The sound of your cheerful voice woke Skad from his thoughts.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You giggled as you plopped onto your bed.

“No! No! You’re fine! I was just um… Well sleep well. Would you like me to shut the lights off?” Skad offered.

“Oh, don’t worry, I can take care of that-”

“Really, it wouldn’t be any trouble for me.” Skad insisted.

“Well if you insist.” You yawned as you begun to crawl into bed.

And with that, Skad turned off the lights as you got cozy in bed.

“Good night, Skad.” You whispered.

“Good Night, Y/N.” Skad replied as he watched you fall into a deep sleep.

Skad stifled a chirp as he watched you sleep.

Yup, he was definitely going to like his new life on Urth.

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #invader zim navigator #Anonymous

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thesadvampire · 5 years

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𝕭𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉

...First encounter...

If there was one word to describe Joan right now it would be tired.

Three weeks straight of healing in the Continental seemed like three decades, nothing but sleeping and taking pills completely bed ridden,her bones aching for some movement after being in such a dormant state,it was almost as if her body prefered running on nothing but pure adrenaline rather then rest and stay put,that's just how she was; always on the go, contract after contract no time to stop, need to get jobs done, need to stay moving, need to fill the void inside with something other than pills,bourbon and vodka.

She missed the loud symphony of bullets.

The bitter metallic taste of blood.The sting of someone's fist against her flesh.

The sound of bones snapping.The sight of bodies dropping to the floor.

The sense of fear in her targets eyes.

The adrenaline. The rush. The thrill.

The euphoric feeling of taking down her opponent and claim their life before they're able to make any real damage.

She's a speeding bullet in a flower field.

Leaving the Continental was breathtaking, walking through the streets of New York almost aimlessly keep walking keep walking keep walking it was a relief to get out of that damn bed, out to the real world where she could keep moving.

Her nerves eased as soon as she could no longer see the Continental and almost instantly her brain shut off taking in the cold air deep into her lungs,slowing her pace to enjoy the city streets, maybe pick up something to eat,something to drink… her head started to fill with thoughts of how the day should go.

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When Henry told his parents he wanted to be a photographer he imagined himself going on grand adventures to the amazon to capture rare frogs,immortalize the most colorful birds, catch the beauty of insects and the breathtaking nature earth had to offer through the lens of his camera…

Not chase after pretentious assholes wearing overpriced t shirts and the most horrendous coat he has ever seen in his life good christ an animal had to die for that… he had no interest in capturing street fashion,nothing sparked a flame of excitement people aren't interesting and chasing after them in order to get a good shot was not worth the pay.

His lungs burned trying to shoot whoever looked the most ridiculous or less atrocious, he flopped down on the nearest bench to catch his breath, he looked around for more pricks to report to the tabloid magazine he worked for it was no GQ or Forbes but it paid the bills he ran his fingers through his head;tired from such a long but thankfully fruitful day in the streets.

And then he saw what must've been an angel…

He took in as much as he could as his train of thought focused on her… Tall,Dark, and drop dead gorgeous.

All of a sudden capturing people seemed like a blessing from the heavens for his eyes and not a painful curse on his legs.

Henry snapped out of his trance grabbing his camera positioning himself to get a good shot of the beauty strolling by.

Snap snap snap

Just as he was about to take another picture when it happened. His worst nightmare.

The beautiful lady had turned to look at him giving him a full view of her face.

He was mortified suddenly realizing how creepy he must've looked like;it was one thing to photograph celebrities and internet influencers this was a complete stranger , blood quickly rushed to his face all the way to his ears "Excuse me, did you just photograph me?" The beauty now walking towards him said,his train of thought crashed good lord her voice! Deep,raspy,and sexy-

Reality hit him once more as he snapped out of his little dream land where he and the lovely damsel were married with six children and a dog, embarrassment slapping him in the face as she crossed her arms waiting for an explanation her gaze on him like a mother catching her child doing something naughty.

"Im so sorry madam i didn't mean to upset you- you see I'm a photographer capturing street fashion and I was awestruck by your style and I-" he rambled on spitting out as many excuses turning on his good boy manners to the max to avoid getting knocked out by the woman with thighs bigger than his paycheck.

Joan examined the anxious man before her not sure whether to feel flattered or creeped out by the little man in front of her.

He couldn't be an assassin he was too skittish and wimpy to have the balls of taking her out with a punch never mind a gun…

He can't be a spy either… no subtlety or understanding of being invisible in plain sight…

She tried to think of all the possibilities before being content with the reality that the frail boy in front of her was just a photographer.

"- I meant not to disrespect or trouble you madam i hope you let me make up for my rude behaviour" she couldn't deny that the way she made him so flustered was rather attractive no this is stupid this guy could be a complete creep for all i know she thought to her self before coming to the conclution of fuck it he's cute.

"I wouldn't mind a drink." She said flatly,the man stopped rambling and looked up at her even redder if possible "I- Wait what?" She rolled her eyes "I said I wouldn't mind a drink." She repeated a tad bit inpatient, Henry wanted to crawl into a whole and die he looked like a complete moron "Wait! Yes of course i'm sorry i'm not used to these kind of things Im just a tad off today-``''Just a tad?" She smirked, enjoying the look on his face after teasing him, he was sure something else…

He swallowed the lump on his throat and clinged to his last bit of dignity and confidence, "Very well i guess since we're doing this a proper introduction should take place Im Henry Lovett" He said hoping to at least not look like a buffoon "Joan. Joan Wick" Joan… what a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman… he thought to himself, he extended his hand to shake hers but instead Joan intertwined her arm with his they almost looked like a couple.

A blush crept back to his ears and took a deep breath "Where to?" She asked "I know a place that's not too shabby I hope you enjoy my company Miss Wick" He flashed her a smile and for a moment the world slowed down,she didn't feel the need to rush into her next contract everything felt… right…

I hope I will enjoy it too Henry...

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