#➤ a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ you blossom under kindness like a rose ❜

[wpip-raham]

B A S I C S

Name: W'pip Raham (ex Tia)

Nicknames: Pip, Pippin, Pippy, the Lad

Age: ~26-27

Nameday: 25th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

Gender: Male

Orientation: Some degree of bi or queer with no apparent preference in gender/sex (aka whatever he can get)

Profession: Pit fighter

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: A sandy blonde mop that's an amalgamation of wave, frizz, and poof. He generally wears it tied back (as seen in game) but had braids as a boy (he doesn't know how to braid, his mother did it for him). His hair is almost never down, save for sleeping.

Eyes: left: pumpkin orange, right: desert yellow

Skin: Deep tan, freckled.

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos, but many many scars--most of which are minor and not worth mention. A large scar cuts across the bridge of his nose diagonally, is mostly healed over his cheek, but still visible on his jawline.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both alive, his mother is W'Ahra and his father is unnamed. Part of me wants to flesh out his backstory entirely, and the other part is lazy but pretends its left open for potential RP.

Siblings: Initially I had Pip be the only kit of W'Ahra but I'm thinking of changing this. He, of course, has several siblings in his tribe and a few brothers but I think having grown with an immediate brother (to W'Ahra) can help back his pervasive competitiveness.

Grandparents: In the tribe, yes but nothing specific written out.

In-laws and Other: Unmarried. Roric Raham, his late tutor/mentor was the father his Nunh wasn't.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Pip has no magical affinities or abilities. The only thing of note in his skill in hand-to-hand combat.

Hobbies: Fishin', drankin', trainin', being a nuisance to the public of Ul'dah.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Social, agreeable, welcoming.

Most Negative Trait: Annoying, constant peacocking, unsympathetic.

L I K E S

Colors: Loves a little color, especially warm or earth tones--gold, yellows, oranges, tans, greens, etc.

Smells: He loves the smell of water--sea, pond, river--the fishier the better. Leather and tack. Fresh and delicate perfumes/soaps like orange blossom, honey, etc.

Textures: Leather, hemp, linen, warm sand under the toes.

Drinks: He's never met a drink he didn't like.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Doesn't.

Drinks: Coffee in the mornings, though not opposed to tea. Water. Otherwise, something alcoholic.

Drugs: He's been known to use elixirs and potions during his fights. He doesn't ask what's in 'em but he has some ideas.

Mount Issuance: He canonically does not have a mount or anything of that nature. But in game and OOC I typically use the Flying Cumulus on him.

Been Arrested: Somehow, no.

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Tagging: @bonespyre (any muse), @aroseyetbloomedwrites, @ooc-miqojak ( I know you were tagged already so use this additional tag to talk about a different muse if you feel up to it), @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat, @thestarsfury, @the-sycophant, @captainqster, @but-first--tea, @zhauric, @yloiseconeillants

[daevastanner]

C H A P T E R   S I X

“You must be the best judge of your own happiness.”

― Jane Austen, Emma

“You’re certain,” Azriel asked her.

Gwyn let her eyes rake over him, taking in the hard lines of his bare chest and the way his sleeping trousers hung low on his hips. Fiddling with the tie of her silk dressing gown, she swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat so that she could answer him. 

“I’m certain,” Gwyn said, mastering herself. 

Azriel glanced about his warmly lit chambers, gesturing to the space around them vaguely. “And you’re comfortable doing it here?” The priestess dormitories were not an option, that was for damn certain. He’d also offered to procure one of the many vacant guest rooms for their first joining. A clean slate. Gwyn hadn’t liked the idea of sharing this moment with him in a space that belonged to no one. A space with no memories attached to it. She’d instead insisted on making use of his personal chambers. 

“I am,” she finally said.

Azriel grimaced at her. “I know it seems like I’m repeating a lot of questions you’ve already answered,  but I want to ensure you don’t have any regrets, Berdara.” 

The gesture warmed something in her, bringing a smile to her lips. Any lingering uncertainty vanished. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear shyly. “No regrets, Shadowsinger. I can’t imagine anything more perfect.”

Azriel’s brows drew together and he closed the distance between them, coming to stand just before her at the foot of his large, mahogany bed. “First, sex is not about perfection, and neither is your first time. Don’t put that pressure on it for yourself.” He cradled her face in his hands, locking their eyes. “This is about us. This is supposed to be something we do for enjoyment. Alright?”

Heartened, she lifted her hands, placing her fingers over his where they laid on her face. She nodded her understanding and her heart began to pound in anticipation. 

“Good. Now, second,” he began, “while it isn’t about perfection, I do want to make sure the circumstances are ideal for you. Beyond the setting, are you sure you want this now? It’s only been f–”

“Five months,” Gwyn interrupted, an amused grin on her lips. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t ready for. You know that.”

Azriel seemed to drink in her answer, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. Then his gaze dropped to her lips. Gwyn’s heart thundered against her ribs, her breath catching in anticipation. The shadows seemed to still on Azriel’s shoulders, watching and waiting with her. 

Then his hands slid from her face, down her neck, over her breasts and to the ties of her robe. His eyes met hers again. “We can stop at any time.”

She hesitated a moment, trying to calm her racing breath enough to memorize every action Azriel was taking. Then, she replied softly, “Don’t stop.” 

The shadowsinger’s scarred fingers plucked at the ribbon tied around her waist, and in a silky rustle, the fabric dropped from Gwyn’s shoulders and pooled at her feet. She was bare before him, nothing of her to be hidden. Watching as his eyes scanned every inch of her, Gwyn chewed her lip. She was not such a fool to think she was nearly as handsome as he was, but she hoped her form was pleasing to him. 

He took a step back, a scarred hand coming up to cup his jaw as their gazes locked. “Fuck, Berdara.”

Heat bloomed in Gwyn’s cheeks and blossomed low in her belly. Her lips spread and she fought the urge to hug her sides and tell him not to lie to her. But there was such reverence in his expression, such admiration and devotion, she could only bring herself to bask under his stare. Then, she demanded in a voice husky with want, “Take off your trousers, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel chuckled, “Bossy, aren’t we?” 

Gwyn didn’t deny it, only waited expectantly. 

The shadowsinger pulled off his trousers then, the length of him springing free. Standing upright before her, his wings looming above him and shadows wreathing his shoulders, Gwyn was reminded of an angel. An angel sent to tempt her. To ruin her. 

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[nonnieapple]

⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 2- Hidden Underneath☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)  • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 7 0 4 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 31.12.2023     🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: a new visitor appears in your garden. TW: Mentions of lurking/stalking/trespassing.

It had been a week since the incident. It felt like much more, somehow. Probably because he was there, each night, picking a peach or two, eyes and earrings shining golden, staring at you. You had begun having nightmares nightly, and it was hard to tend to your farm. Of course, you tried your hardest, shoving those fears down. One night the oni lurked too close to your door and you threw soybeans at him. If you get mean, you get the bean. 

  You were out at sunrise, the mist settling on various plants. The peach blossoms looked beautiful. None had been touched. 

  You sat under a large sakura as you polished your dagger. Such a peaceful moment. The early morning had always been soothing, unlike the harsh nightfall. 

  But without the bitter sunset, there would be no sweet sunrise; there was a price for all beautiful things. 

  A white shape sat at the edge of the forest. A ghost? Ah, no, a beautiful white fox. A rarity. 

  The dreaded. 

  The horrid. 

  The death sentence. 

  The night. 

  Woe is you. Good luck dealing with a lurker.

  The sun set and the moon rose, and you didn't dare to look outside. You checked your hip, and while the scars from claws were there, your dagger wasn't. Panic set in quickly and you turned over every object in your house. 

  Nothing. You screamed silently. 

  You must've left it outside. 

  You hung your head. If you were quick, maybe he wouldn't notice? You took the beans... just in case. 

  You quickly dashed to the sakura, relieved that no one was there. 

  And neither was your dagger. 

  You wanted to break the damn tree. You breathed in deeply and breathed out. 

  "Stay calm. It's fine. It's probably somewhere around here..." You pinched your nose bridge. 

  "Indeed it is." 

  You froze. It wasn't Akura ou's voice. It was a tad higher and calmer. Almost monotone. You weren't turning around, last time that didn't go well, and now you didn't have your dagger. You swore internally.

  The person behind you turned you around. Their touch was gentle and well-orchestrated.

  His hair reached his hips. It was a pristine white. Like snow. He wore a loose and long kosode with a chrysanthemum pattern. He held your dagger. 

  "Is this yours?" He turned the dagger over, purple eyes studying the sheath. He had a fox tail and fox ears. You frowned. You nodded. He held onto the dagger. He circled you. 

  "So you're the one Akura ou has been visiting..." He raised his head. He looked down at you. His tail twitched. 

  "He has been terrorizing my peach trees," You stated simply. 

 He stopped behind you. 

  "Are you going to kill me?"

  "No." He answered simply. "I'm not like him." 

  "I figured." You gave him a glance.

   He leaned down to you, tilting your head with his perfectly manicured hands. He rose a brow languidly. 

  "What does he see in you?" He mumbled. 

  "Nothing, he's here for the peaches, I tell you. Check the tree bark." 

  He retracted his hand, gazing over to the trees. His eyes studied the scars left by distinct claws in the bark. You didn't see a thing, but he did, perfectly. His eyes were set on you once more. 

  "Peaches? Really?" He asked flatly, ears lowering. 

  You crossed your arms. 

  "I ask myself the same," You whispered. "Can you ask him to leave?" You fidgeted with your sleeves. A true wildcard of a question, which after it left your lips, you regretted asking. The kitsune didn't react. He flicked his tail. 

  "I doubt that the likes of him will be swayed by my words." Petals of the sakura fell from the strong wind. "I'm not going to help you, human. I could care less if he tore you to shreds." He caught a petal and incinerated it with blue fire. You flinched. 

  At least you tried. 

  "Try not to anger him. I'll be watching you." 

  He disappeared. 

  You didn't get your dagger back. 

  You didn't get his name. 

  That night, Akura-ou didn't show, and even if you had slept better, a part of you, a horrid little sliver, wished he had been there to take a peach. 

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[the-character-lounge]

Spinel’s Giggle Fit

Spinel relaxed again, feeling a little bit warm and fuzzy when he kept thinking about the fact that he was fed a grape and had a flower put in his mane. And under the moonlight too, on top of all that. Wasn't this just the stuff they made up for the movies...? He felt more than nice, he felt glamorous. In an old abandoned overgrown garden of a failed project. How....? He was quietly sampling the different cheeses, perplexed brows but a warm smile none the less.

The colors of the flower fluctuated from a shiny copper, to a brilliant glowing purple. Eventually it settled on pulsating blue, with swirls of yellow and light green blossoming and colliding with one another as they danced and swirled from petal to petal. Randy looked over at Spinel, and watched him silently. After a few moments, he finally spoke. “.. Y- You know, you look ab- absolutely radiant Sp- Spinel..” he smiled and gently pressed his cheek to his shoulder. “.. especially wh- when you don’t think any pony’s looking at you. B- Because you’re not tr- trying so hard. Y- You’re just… being you. And there’s this.. glow that comes fr- from you when you’re just b- being yourself.” He smiled and nuzzled him gently. “.. I- I like that a l- lot.”

His cheeks couldn't be any redder, and he choked on a bit of wine dipped bread for a second. He was in shock for a moment, but then felt these bursts of overwhelming emotions that he really didn't know how to contain because he didn't recognize them. He just started... Giggling. Over and over, just, giggling and shaking his head before hiding it as quickly as he could with the blanket.

 Randy blushed a bit, and he looked away, feeling suddenly embarrassed for some reason. He took a sip of his wine, waiting for Spinel to rip into him. He didn’t even bother to check the flower, he felt like he knew what was coming. He looked away, stared towards the door where a crack of light was flooding in, and dipped his bread in the wine and snacked on it nervously.

 As the giggling continued, one of Spinel's hooves reached out blindly to pat around Randy's foreleg, and between giggles he managed to speak, "G-g-Go on, t-tell me more!" He made a weird restrained 'Mmmm' noise after that, moving the blanket away but hiding his face at an angle. His ear tips were a deep red.

Randy looked back at him, and raised a brow. “.. U- Um..” he scooted a bit closer and chuckled awkwardly. “O- Okay um…” He stared at him and opened his mouth a few times to say something, but he chuckled again. “I- I’m sorry, i- it’s hard t- to think of something wh- when you’re giggling l- like that. Y- You’re making me nervous!” He said, playfully nudging him.

He caught his breath, rubbing Randy's foreleg absently before giving a deep, relieved sigh. When he looked up he had a very relaxed flush on his face, a bit worn out from the force of the giggling and having to catch his breath. "I don't know what that- ahahh... was about but... Whoo...."

 Randy scooted a bit closer and chuckled with him. “W- Well.. that’s another thing I- I like about you. Y- You have a cute giggle.” He smiled and leaned forward, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “Th- That flower must’ve been g- going berserk h- huh?” He hadn’t actually seen it, he was too busy feeling embarrassed.

"I don't have a- F--" He had to hide his head again. Jeeze, what was wrong with him? Why did he feel this need to cover himself up and why was his stomach bursting with wiggly things? "You can't tell any pony!" he snapped shyly, horn closing the portion of the blanket around his face.

Randy chuckled and softly pulled the blanket down. “Not a s- soul will kn- know you have the c- cutest giggle in all of E- Equestria.” He leaned closer and pressed his nose to Spinel’s. “S- Scout’s honor a- and all that.”

He just couldn't process this. At all. The wiggling things in his stomach were apparently explosive, and it produced a strained, high pitched sound that was a near yelp but a single 'ha' laugh. He made a few of these sounds, then managed to clump three of them together before he simply went as limp as a noodle with a dumb, overwhelmed smile.

He smiled, and gently kissed him on the lips before sitting beside Spinel again and letting him lean on his shoulder. It got a bit chilly. But instead of reaching for his own blanket, he took half of Spinel’s and wrapped himself up in it. “Brrrr! A b- bit cold up here.. Th- The mountains corral all that freezing air and blow it straight down in here.” He looked out over the balcony of the open roof, and out over the expanding countryside. This being the last building on the edge of the Canterlot, they didn’t have the lights of the city contending with the stars and moon. The sky shimmered in all its glory, the arms of distant galaxies mingling amongst the endless sea of stars.

Spinel went quiet and stared up at the stars as well. He was always looking down on everything from his 4th floor, where it was high up and seccure and all his. Everything below his hooves was disgusting and not worth his time, but the stars were beautiful and shining so bright despite being so far away. He aspired to be up there with those stars. Quietly, he whispered, smile still on his face but eyes warm and looking for a nice answer, "So what's a better view? Me or those stars...?"

 “Hmmmmm….” he said, still looking up at the stars. “I dunno,  those stars are looking pretty good tonight…” he chuckled and looked over at Spinel. “But then again, they don’t l- look nearly as b- beautiful up th- there in heaven as they do in your eyes.”

And there was that nice little sweet spot. He was a melted noodle once more and this seemed to suddenly transform him in to a clingly snuggler. He levitated some grapes and happily popped them in his mouth, tail wagging a bit.

Randy softly kissed his temple, and rested his cheek against the top of Spinel’s head. “.. Hey I just realized something!” he said, pointing up towards the stars again. “I- I was wondering where..” he chuckled and squinted as he stared upwards. “I’ve seen th- this all before!” He softly bopped his forehead. “Duh I’ve seen i- it like.. a m- million times!” He stayed staring for just a moment, before he took his eyes away from the stars. His voice grew tender as he gently touched Spinel’s cheek and looked him in the eyes. “All of that out there.. I’ve seen it every single t- time I look deep inside those gorgeous eyes of your’s.” He chuckled and gently stroked Spinel’s cheek as he whispered softly, “F- Finally, Heaven caught up with the beauty y- you were born with.”

Spinel's expression was... a mess, to say the least. He made a twitching smile but it was going between a smile and a shocked gape, and then there was the occasional violent lip quiver which was twitched away each time. His eyes became glassy and his eyebrows couldn't decide what the hell they wanted to do. His throat couldn't figure shit out either, first came out a choke, then a fluttering breath, then what sounded like a mild moan of distress, one of those weird laughs, and finally he just crumpled down against Randy's hooves, yanking the blanket down with him as he hid once more under it. He felt embarassed and ashamed, he felt admired yet he felt he didn't meet expectation, happy and sad and longing and lost all at once.

Randy was.. for lack of a better term.. completely and utterly confused. He didn’t know if he had said the right thing or the wrong thing, but all he knew was now he had a unicorn with a downy blanket hiding in his forelegs, and he couldn’t decide if he should feel guilty for saying what he did, or if Spinel maybe misunderstood what he said. He nervously swallowed, and gently hugged the bundle of unicorn to him, and cringed. “D- Did I.. I say something wrong?” he asked in a hushed voice, feeling really conflicted and kind of embarrassed all at the same time.

"I- No, you-- Khahaha, I don't know." he peeked out, flushed still, staring up with his cheek pressed up to one of Randy's hooves. "It's... like, I wanted to hear it." he paused, slowly hiding once more, speaking in a softer voice, "But I feel.. wrong believing it, even if I want to so so much..."

Randy softly stroked his cheek, smiling a very kind smile. “I never th- thought I lived to see the d- day th- that you would show a l- little modesty.” He chuckled and kissed one of his ears. “Well b- believe it. I- I think you’re absolutely dazzling.. I al- always have~” He felt himself flush a bit, and he gently stroked his cheek still.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm perfect enough sometimes." He stared at Randy, "And it isn't like ponies haven't told me time and time again I'm stunning, gorgeous, perfect even." He laughed, slightly strained, "And I know I am but it's somehow never enough. But then you..." He managed to sit up, hooves pointing to all of Randy, "You make me feel....." he stared off blankly, speaking in an aloof manner, "... Weak and needy. I need it. I need... I need to feel... like this all the... time..." He shook a bit, then gradually started to look more upset.

 Randy held his cheek and looked a him with a worried smile. “Hey hey hey, d- don’t get upset…” He scooted a bit closer and took Spinel’s hooves in his. “I- I’m here.. it’s o- okay…”

"But I don't. I don't even though I hear those things all the time, it doesn't feel real." He bit his lip, breathing and scooting closer, trying to contain the helpless anger that was trying to push its way out through the misery. His eyes focused once more, seeming to snap out of his daze. "Why is it different now...?"

Randy softly squeezed his hooves. He didn’t know what to say. He just softly held Spinel’s hooves, and listened to him. It was important that he talk this out. Randy wasn’t going to try and pretend he knew and understood Spinel. What little he did understand was obviously not enough to help Spinel when he asked questions like that. Randy wasn’t in his head, he had no idea what it was so different when compared to other ponies. Maybe it was because he actually cared about Spinel? He stared intently, ready to jump in when he felt like he could say something useful or meaningful.

Spinel took a few more focused breaths, then sighed, forcing a smile and moving himself to lean against Randy again. He levitated some more wine for himself and dipped the bread in it, eating quietly and slowly, giving a soft swallow before he spoke again, "Whatever. I'm going to enjoy feeling like this right now."

 Randy gently kissed the top of his head, and snuggled into him. “H- Hope you don’t mind i- if we share that feeling,” he said in a hushed, but sweet and tender voice. He kissed Spinel’s ear softly, and rested his chin on his shoulder. He smiled and looked over at the flower tucked behind Spinel’s ear. It was still a flurry of colors, and he didn’t think it would ever settle on just one. He gave up trying to figure out how Spinel was feeling based on the flower, and went back to cuddling with him, sighing happily as he rocked the unicorn back and forth softly.

#spinel #rp snippet

[nessalochs]

n e s s a   l e i t h   b u c h a n a n

basics:

name: nessa leith buchanan. pronunciation: neh·suh leeth byoo·ka·nuhn. meaning: nessa- miracle, pure, butterfly, not gentle. leith- broad river. birthday: may 20th. age: twenty. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: cooper buchanan, logan buchanan, ethan buchanan. parents: filip buchanan, fiona buchanan. other family: maisie buchanan (grandma). languages: english. scottish gaelic. current residence: tbd. hometown: scotland.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: hufflepuff. year of graduation: 1977. occupation: general manager of hexcade. pet: a raccoon named pacman she found in the highlands one day and lured home in secret. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: weasel. those who cast a weasel are as playful and mischievous as anyone would expect. many of these witches and wizards are spontaneous and quick to make decisions without taking much thought on the consequences. this means they can bite off more than they can chew and get in way over their heads. in the long run, they rely on luck more often than not to keep them out of trouble. even if these witches and wizards can get themselves into deep trouble, they are feisty when threatened and can pack a punch when you least expect it. It is when they are faced with a real challenge that they start to show amazing strategy and wit. if it seems these individuals think everything is all fun and games your assumptions are all wrong. boggart: nessa is more terrified of cars or car crashes than anything else. especially when it could potentially involve one or any of her brothers. amortentia:   orange blossom. the sweet floral scent of notes just citrus enough to tickle your nose have always been among her favorites. it sparks an endless slew of happy memories, and her mother shared the preference. she always wore a perfume with that scent. static. the smell when the television first clicks and spatters to life or when a balloon pulls your hair up to a clingy end or a heat storm overhead leaves the whole world feeling tense with potential energy. fried eggs. nessa is a big believer of breakfast. she is a fan and tries her hardest never to miss one. if she does, you can catch her eating breakfast for supper that day. never forget the eggs and toast. wand type: 10 3/4″, sycamore wood wand with a thunderbird tail feather core, buzzing. the sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. it is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored’, and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. as may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world’s most highly-prized wand woods. thunderbird tail feather wands are very powerful, but difficult to master. they have a skill in transfiguration. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present. affiliation: neutral currently.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: flaxen. eye color: tawny. typical hair style: wavy and frequently unwashed while pulled into a scrunchie or stuffed under a hat. fashion style: nessa has probably never worn a shirt that didn’t at some point belong to one of her brothers or her dad. her preference is vibrant patterns and warm colors. she tends to lean towards sneakers with really good grip for skateboarding and accessorizes with scrunchies and old hats. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: nessa tends to look a little like she hasn’t slept in a really long time, but still has a wired amount of energy buzzing through her. her fingers, knees, and elbows are regularly covered in brightly colored bandages of various sizes from accidents. it regularly appears that her hair is frizzed out and static.

personality:

positive traits: sprightly. handy. engineering. negative traits: flaky. pesky. erratic. theme song: I like giants by kimya dawson

headcanons:

nessa has a personal goal to own the high score on every arcade cabinet in the shop, or anywhere else she’s seen one, and has put in hours and hours working towards that goal. her best scores are usually on pinball, though.

by the time it was nessa’s turn to start school, a brand new wand would be pushing the budget of what the buchanan’s could afford and instead suggested that nessa might like a wand that belonged to her great aunt instead. it has a rather rare core and a large personality that results in it occasionally casting spells of its own accord on nessa’s behalf.

nessa mostly skateboards everywhere she needs to go because she has a petrifying fear of cars and has never managed to figure out apparation. for distances too long to board, she sticks with the floo network or a broom. before the crash, her parents often had to reprimand her for leaving it out in dangerous places for others to slip on all the time.

biography:

tw: death, depression

at this point who doesn’t know the story of the buchanan family? it is certainly one that has been heard before; the dad’s a muggle and mam’s a witch. the lovely young couple were completely in love anyway. filip and fiona married without a regret and set about to begin an idyllic pastoral life right on the scottish borders. they built up a family farm and soon filled it to suit the name. cooper was first. an eldest boy dashing as he was daring, he always fearlessly lead the way, even if he didn’t know which direction he was going. next born was logan who certainly helped balance the scales with forethought and planning. he was always clever as he was capable. then came ethan. he was sensitive, sincere, and sometimes a bit secretive. yet the complete array of specific personality was never really complete until their little sister was finally born. nessa leith buchanan jolted into the world nearly at the dot of midnight right on the cusp of summer. she carried in her very presence a certain warmth and revitalized energy much like the season. their mother used to claim that nessa was like catching lightning in a bottle- breathtaking and so close to being a disaster. childhood bustling between the farm and the family was brimming with excitement, especially as each of the children began to discover their own talents. between sports, fine art, and music, it seemed like the only thing they shared was a devastatingly accurate hand-eye coordination. even nessa, who spent more than her fair share of time not thinking things through, figured out her love of game cabinets when she spent two months worth of saturday afternoons helping her dad rebuild an old pinball machine he recovered for them. she had a talent for the circuitry as well as ticking up a higher score every day. the fast pace matched her own. nessa always seemed to lean more towards the muggle side of things than the magic. yet still, she showed the signs early on of being a witch. a letter of acceptance to hogwarts came as no surprise. still by the time nessa received that simple wax sealed parchment with welcoming emerald ink, she could barely manage to contain the electric energy inside of herself. unlike any of her brothers, nessa was almost immediately sorted into hufflepuff house. it turned out that was where she belonged. nessa thrived amongst the hardworking and fair-minded yellow badgers. however, she never did show proclivity towards any particular magic. her marks remained average in every subject until graduation which did not leave her with much direction on what to do afterwards. nessa returned home to work on the farm until she could figure out what exactly she wanted to do in life, but nothing magic ever seemed to feel right. the options just never suited her. apparation even proved to be too tricky for her to ever get a license. admittedly, she probably lingered far too long with indecision. although it seemed obvious to everyone else, nessa had developed a real skill with electronics. there was nothing that she couldn’t eventually figure out how to rewire and fix. tinkering turned her ever jittery fingers adroit and adept. then the crash happened. it felt as sudden as that. their parents where here loving and living and laughing, getting ready to celebrate with them all, and then they were gone. the world seemed cruel for it. nessa still wonders if she hadn’t pretended to lose that damn necklace, could the timing have been different. would the collision go unmet? could everyone leave unscathed? should she have simply reminded her mother how beautiful she looked and let them go? was it her fault? the pointlessness of that question forced it’s way to the forefront of her mind on those days following when nessa no longer seemed able to light up the room or even pull herself out from under the covers. no one needed to know about those days, though. those days happened somewhat less often now. the distance between them much greater now that life had started to grow around the grief. nessa needed to find something else to do. she found a job as the general manager of an arcade that cater towards magic. it was a perfect fit for her, and recently, she took over all operations as the owner left town to go on tour. between fixing the broken machines, she spends her spare energy trying to get the high score on them all too. anything to distract from falling back into that listless lost absence again.

#ahintro #;nessa #;about #;biography #;inspo

[offreedom]

Get to know Keira♡

MEET THE MUSE POWER HOUR!! ━━ take a seat and REPOST this detailed little bio with criteria to introduce the world to your muse.     no reblog karma or tagging ━  if you see this on your dash, feel free to partake in it!

☆ ━ B A S I C S .

NAME:: Keira F. Kennedy

NICKNAME(S):: Kei, Keir-bear, K

AGE:: 247

GENDER:: Female

NATIONALITY:: American. Very American.

☆ ━ A P P E A R A N C E .

EYE COLOR:: Central heterochromia ;; blue with green around the iris.

HAIR COLOR:: Golden blonde

HAIRSTYLE:: Always done properly ; straightened to maintain the frizz of her natural waves & curled.

HEIGHT:: 5'8" | 172 cm

WEIGHT:: 135 lbs | 61.2 kg

BUILD:: Lean with healthy fat around her thighs & obvious muscle in her biceps. Looks frail but could probably bench you.

TATTOO(S):: : This on her left ring finger, this on her left thigh, thirteen stars in a circle on her back to represent the Original Thirteen colonies & this under her breasts.

SCAR(S):: Has a scar from the nape of her neck to her lower back; it represents the San Andreas fault. It’s been inactive since 2008 but is overdue. The scar is paler compared to the rest of her skin tone, so it isn’t as noticeable but if you feel her back it’s very obvious.

Representing the Twin Towers & attack on the Pentagon in 2001, there is a small burn scar on her chest close to where her heart is. It’s healed over & blends into her skin but very noticible when examining her skin closely.

Various bullet holes that scarred over.

PIERCING(S):: Tongue, belly button & her nipples.

PREFERRED FASHION:: Comfort but god can she pull off high fashion & alternative. Really, there isn't anything she doesn't look good in.

TYPICALLY SMELLS LIKE:: Coffee, honey & vanilla, orange blossoms with hints of bergamot

☆ ━ P E R S O N A L I T Y .

POSITIVE TRAITS:: allocentric || appreciative || calm || caring || challenging || charming || creative || compassionate || dramatic || efficient || focused || imaginative || liberal || loyal || neat || non-authoritarian || observant || witty ||

NEUTRAL TRAITS:: stubborn || perfectionist || sarcastic || confident || prideful || competitive || rash || unsentimental || artful || casual || complex || emotional || honest || outspoken || sensual ||

NEGATIVE TRAITS:: abrasive || argumentative || blunt || crass || cynical || egocentric || fatalistic || hesitant || indulgent || irritable || lazy || libidinous || meddlesome || moody || neurotic || passive || possessive || vague ||

LIKES:: sex, alcohol, cats, disappointing her father figure, pole dancing, music festivals/concerts, hiking, camping, traveling.

DISLIKES:: Extreme cold, unnecessary gossip, vegans, unexpected confrontations.

PHOBIAS / FEARS:: fear of commitment/marriage, fear of being abandoned.

HABITS:: talking with her hands, coffee cup constantly glued to her hand, scrolling through her phone when talking to someone, refuses to make eye contact, swears, mutters in another language under her breath

☆ ━ R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Bisexual. god gave the world both men & women & there are people in this world that only choose one? She's unapologetically bisexual. Raging.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:: Biromantic. The things she will allow either a man or woman to do to her is between her & God. Raging. Let her love all the men & women.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:: Watching the 1997 cinematic masterpiece Titanic & stopping before Rose has the chance to let go of Jack's hand towards the end then re-starts from the beginning.

☆ ━ H E A L T H .

CHRONIC CONDITIONS:: Depression (undiagnosed) & Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD).

ADDICTIONS:: Sex, marijuana, alcohol

ALLERGIES:: Animal dander & pollen

☆ ━ H O M E .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE:: Studio apartment in Los Angeles, has multiple residences across the US but has remained within California.

METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION:: Motorcycle

PETS:: None

☆ ━ W O R K  &  E D U C A T I O N.

JOB:: Diplomatic representative of the United States | Oversees Internal/External affairs of the United States | Exotic dancer.

SCHOOLING:: Holds a bachelor's degree in computer science & engineering from MIT, plans to return to school but has yet to do so.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:: English (American English & Standard British), Irish Gaelic, Spanish, Canadian French, France French, most Indigenous language, Russian & Belarussian

SKILLS:: Cooking, pole dancing, being annoying, dancing, writing, gun shooting, axe throwing, photography.

☆ ━ R A N D O M .

QUIRKS:: Extremely bubbly & ready to bounce off the walls. Sex appeal but she should be locked up in a crypt to never see the light of day. She's every intrusive thought you had & never fell through with, she is the devil on your shoulder & your lack of impulse control.

RELIGION:: Puritan Christian | Atheist.

THEME SONG(S):: Savage - Megan Thee Stallion

#✰ ➤ sᴛᴜᴅʏ. ᴡɪsᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴏᴏʟs. ( ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ) #((did ya'll need to have this much info about her? #((no but here it is

[createwithlove]

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keeping things in order pt. 2 

aesthetic tags

aesthetic tags: ➤ a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ you blossom under kindness like a rose ❜ ➤ w o r d s ┊ ❛ write to settle the rage within you ❜ ➤ i s m s ┊ ❛ i mean different things to different people ; but who am i to me? ❜ ➤ m u s i c ┊ ❛ maybe we will wake up singing ❜ ➤ m o v i e s ┊ ❛  trouble is that she falls in love with every pretty thing ❜ ➤ f a s h i o n ┊ ❛ a romance with certain old clothes ❜ ➤ r e v i e w s  ┊ ❛ books gave her a comforting message ; you are not alone ❜ ➤ b e a u t y┊ ❛ chain smoking tastes like 50′s perfume if you try hard enough ❜

➤ a r t ┊ ❛ paint play ❜ ➤ f a s h i o n┊ ❛ if we studied birds maybe we could learn to be free ❜ ➤ e s o t e r i c ┊ ❛ i was a goddess and now i ache ❜ ➤ i n t j ┊ ❛ i am mine before i am ever anyone else’s. ❜

#➤ a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ you blossom under kindness like a rose ❜ #➤ w o r d s ┊ ❛ write to settle the rage within you ❜ #➤ i s m s ┊ ❛ i mean different things to different people ; but who am i to me? ❜ #➤ m u s i c ┊ ❛ maybe we will wake up singing ❜ #➤ m o v i e s ┊ ❛ trouble is that she falls in love with every pretty thing ❜ #➤ r e v i e w s ┊ ❛ books gave her a comforting message ; you are not alone ❜ #➤ b e a u t y┊ ❛ chain smoking tastes like 50′s perfume if you try hard enough ❜ #➤ a r t ┊ ❛ paint play ❜ #➤ e s o t e r i c ┊ ❛ i was a goddess and now i ache ❜ #➤ i n t j ┊ ❛ i am mine before i am ever anyone else’s. ❜ #➤ f a s h i o n ┊ ❛ a romance with certain old clothes ❜

[blu-joons]

DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Donyoung

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

Doyoung tends to love to be affectionate when it’s just the two of you. He’ll often cuddle up closely to you when no one else is around and whisper a lot of sweet nothings into your ear. And of course, leave his lips against your skin.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

The two of you met through Johnny at a party for his birthday. You were stood at the bar all alone, and so Doyoung came over to say hi, as he was never one to leave a damsel in distress. He offered to buy you a drink to try and get you smiling again, and the two of you soon struck up a conversation with each other.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

Your friendship soon blossomed into something more, you spent a lot of time together as friends, and not long after did the two of you begin to wonder if there was something more between you both then just being friends. Doyoung ended up confessing to you one night at the dorm when he invited you round for a quiet night, in the middle of a competitive game to try and take more of the attention away from what he said to you.

D ⇴ DATES 

Your dates were often very homely, Doyoung loved being in his own space so he’d often invite you to the dorm and set up a romantic space for the two of you. Movie nights were very common between the two of you, wrapped up tightly in a pile of blankets and cushions as close as you could be together. Doyoung gives the best hugs, so being able to lay against him all night long makes for the perfect date night in your opinion. You’re happy doing what makes Doyoung comfortable, and if the dorm is it, you’ll never complain.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Dating was very much a mystery to Doyoung before he started dating you. When he fell for you, he fell with his whole heart and wanted to make sure that he did things right. He often turned to his elders in the group for advice and encouragement whenever he doubted himself. Sometimes, falling in love with you scared him as he never imagined himself falling so hard, but with the support of his friends around him, they’d always assure him that he was doing the right thing and keeping you happy.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

At times, Doyoung could be a little bit snappy which led to a few squabbles between the two of you. He had a bit of a shorter fuse in comparison to some of his other members, and you weren’t an exception to feeling the wrath of that at times. He always tried to remain calm around you, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but bite back. When the row of you argued, Doyoung would often leave for a little while to give you both some space to think, and after a few hours, would return so that the two of you could talk things through with each other, and he could apologise for being so abrupt.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

Doyoung couldn’t wait to introduce you to his family, he wanted to show off the girl that had stolen his heart. It led to a lot of expectation being placed on your shoulders, but every time you saw them, they loved you a little bit more than they did the last time they saw you, and saw how happier Doyoung was with you too.

H ⇴ HOME 

His space was very valuable to him, so Doyoung didn’t want to rush anything when it came to moving you in. As much time as you spent at the dorm, knowing you still had your apartment was incredibly comforting, and seeing you give that up was often an intimidating thought for Doyoung in case anything went wrong.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ at the end of one of your movie nights after watching a harrowing romance. Doyoung found himself incredibly teary at the end of the film, and when his eyes met yours as the credits rolled, he couldn’t help but whisper those three little words down to you whilst you wiped away his tears.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

There were definitely times when Doyoung would get jealous, selfishly he wanted to have you all to himself, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Whenever he got jealous, he would stare a lot, it was also a pretty subtle hint to any of the other members who were around you that they were overstepping the line. He couldn’t help but often be quite protective of you, even though he trusted you implicitly, it all often felt too good be to true as if he was waiting for someone better to come along and blow him out of the water.

K ⇴ KIDS 

Having children was definitely something that Doyoung saw in his future, but he was definitely in no rush. He wanted to take things slowly with you, even after several years he didn’t want to do anything that would scare you off. With that, he wouldn’t mention children around you often unless you brought it up and then he would know that you were happy to talk about it and wouldn’t get frightened if he suddenly brought it up.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

The sound of your laughter was what Doyoung lives for, he loved being there to make you laugh, and also wear a proud smile on his face whenever you made him laugh too. You could often be heard by the other members laughing away in his room at even the most random of things. There was something infectious for Doyoung about being around you that just naturally made him laugh, his cheeks were always hurting whenever he was with you, there was never a dull moment as long as he had you with him to keep the smile on his face. Any time the two of you laughed together, usually spelt out mischief for everyone else.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Being on tour and away from you was always an emotional time for Doyoung. He hated the distance of being away from the dorm, and from you. You usually stayed at the dorm to keep an eye on things when he was on the road, but seeing that you were there and he wasn’t was almost like a torture for him. If there was one bonus about having you there, it was that as soon as he got home you’d already be there and waiting for him in his room. There were definitely a few occasions when Doyoung would get teary about being away from you, the other members would often see him wiping under his eyes with his sleeve to try and hide his tears before he was spotted getting upset.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

It was a nickname that Doyoung hated, but you loved to call him ‘dodo.’ It was one you used to try and sweeten him at the end of an argument once, which just so happened to stick with the two of you, much to his disapproval.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

He’s obsessed with your waist, he’s an incredible hugger, and loves to keep his arms wrapped tightly around your waist whenever he pulls you close to him or rests against you.

P ⇴ PDA 

Affection in public isn’t something the two of you are huge on, you’ll usually feel Doyoung hugging onto you from the side or behind, but that’s as far as anything goes. It’s enough to make sure that he knows you’re safe and with him which is all he worries about whenever the two of you are out in public.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

The two of you would often ask a lot of questions to each other late night at just before you went to sleep, cuddled up to each other. Neither of you could ever just fall asleep, so you’d stay up and chat for a while about whatever thoughts came to mind for you both.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

Every single thing that reminded Doyoung of you, he kept. Underneath his bed he had a whole folder alone dedicated to all of the cards that you’d given him over the years, either for his birthdays, anniversaries or something else. He found himself attached to it all, just knowing that you had given it to him meant that he didn’t have it in him to throw the stuff away, instead he’d hoard it all under his bed where no one else could see it.

S ⇴ SEX

Would often be a very cuddly affair, Doyoung would love to hold you as close as he possibly could to you so that his hands could run through your hair and his lips could press to yours. Doyoung loved to take his time with you, he was never one for a quick fix or to rush anything between you both, you were worth a lot more than that, and he wanted to spend a lot longer making sure that you felt loved and safe with him.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He’d often text you with suggestions of films for the two of you to watch that night or a takeout that he fancied ordering. He’d always ask you what you thought about it, and if you liked it, he’d always set it up for you both.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

Doyoung loved welcoming someone into his own world, even if he enjoyed his own company at times, there was still something so comforting about knowing that you were even just in the room with him, even in silence.

V ⇴ VACATION 

The two of you never really tended to go away, you knew that if Doyoung ever had any time off then he’d like to spend it at the dorm and just enjoy his own comforts and his own personal space. You were more than happy to do whatever Doyoung was comfortable with, just being able to spend a bit of time with him was enough.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Doyoung doesn’t tend to whine too often, unless you’re spending too much time with the boys and not him. He likes to make sure he’s always your favourite member.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

Whenever he cuddles you, he just can’t help but kiss you too. It almost comes as an instinct to him to kiss your cheek whenever you reveal it to him, or press your lips whenever there’s a short distance between the two of you. If you’re feeling down, Doyoung knows that a kiss from him will usually be the medicine to put a smile back on your face. More than anything else, he loves to make you blush by pressing as many kisses to you as he can.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his team mate, the two of you together were inseparable.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

He’d cling to you every night, without fail whenever the two of you went to sleep together. He loves having you close when he sleeps, it’s incredibly comforting to Doyoung to know that you’re that you’re right there beside him, especially when he has a restless night.

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Masterlist

#nct #nct imagine #doyoung #doyoung imagine #dongyoung #dongyoung imagine #nct scenario #nct reaction #nct doyoung #nct 127 #nct 127 imagine #nct 127 doyoung #kim donyoung #kim donyoung imagine #nct drabble #nct fluff #nct headcanon #nct one shot #doyoung scenario #doyoung reaction #doyoung fluff #doyoung one shot #kpop #kpop imagine

[amive2567]

If you use these prompts and alphabets, please reblog it and note it. Of course you can also order something with these prompts.

A: Affection (how do they show affection?)

B: Bonding (what do they do to connect to you?)

C: comfort (what do they do to comfort you?)

D: domestic (do they want to settle down with you?)

E: ending (how would your relationship end? breaking up ?)

F: Friends (would you be friends before getting together?)

G: Gentle (are they gentle to you physically and emotionally?)

H: handling (how would they handle stressful situations, like arguments, etc.)

I: Intimate (How romantic are they?)

J: Jealousy (how fast would they get jealous, and what are they doing when they're jealous?)

K: Kisses (where are the favorite spots to kiss you? What are their kisses like?)

L: Love (how (often) do they say I love you and when?)

M: marriage (what is their opinion about marriage?)

N: nicknames (what would be their nicknames for you?)

O: open (do they talk about their problems?)

P: protective (are they protective?)

Q: Quirk (what is a quirk they find adorable or slightly annoying)

R: remember (what would they do to remember the dates and stuff? What would they do for your anniversary?)

S: self-care (what do they do with you to practice self-care)

T: Thanks (would they help to do the housework?)

U: united (what would they do when you left for a longer time, for a business trip or something like that?"

V: vision (what do they want in the future?)

W: Wacky (what is their reaction when you do something crazy?)

X: Xtra (a random headcanon)

Y: youngsters (what is their opinion on kids?)

Z: Zzzz (sleep habits? nightmares? how would they hold you while sleeping?)

A: anger (do they get angry fast?)

B: bad habits (what are bad habits of them?)

C: crying (what makes them cry?)

D: death (what would they do when you die?)

E: ending ( how would they end the relationship?)

F: force (would they force and/or threaten you to do something you don't like?)

G: guilt (what are they guilty about?)

H: hurt (how would they react when you got a huge injury?)

I: Illness (what do they do when you got an untreatable illness?)

J: joints (what would be their addiction? what would change the relationship between the two of you?)

K: kidnapped (what would they do if you got kidnapped?)

L: lying (when and why do they lie to you?)

M: murder (would they kill for you or get killed for you?)

N: need (how would they react if you needed emergency surgery?)

O: objectionable (would they disagree with you often or offend you?)

P: phobia (what are they scared of?)

Q: question (would they question your relationship?)

R: rejection (how would they reject your confession?)

S: snake (did they cheat on you?)

T: toxic (what is their toxic trait, and when comes it in use?)

U: ugly (what do they do that you would leave them?)

V: violence (would they hurt you?)

W: widower (what would they do when you died while giving birth/having kids?)

X: Xtra (random sad hc)

Y: yandere (would they have yandere behavior?)

Z: Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

~ "You're too cute for your own good."

~ "I love you to the moon and back."

~ "You have something there. Can I take it away?"

~ "Your lips look lonely. Would you like to meet mine?"

~ "Someday, we will get married."

~ "You seem tired. Let me carry you."

~ "You smell nice."

~ "You can come under my umbrella."

~ "Come closer. I don't bite."

~ "Can we cuddle?"

~ "You are awesome."

~ "Waking up next to you is the best event of the day."

~ "You are allowed to take time for yourself."

~ "I will never leave you."

~ "Never in my life had I thought I would meet someone like you. A person that could safe me from the darkness."

~ "Shh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

~ "Honey, your rambling again."

~ "I want ice cream."

~ "I don't care if I get sick."

~ "Let me sing you to sleep."

~ "I marked some lines that represent our love."

~ "You're my person."

~ "Even the cherry blossoms have no chance against your beauty."

~ "You look stunning, babe (or another nickname you would like)."

~ "Let's go shopping."

~ "I need to say, I never thought I would ever love someone more than (the favorite food of the character or Y/N)."

~ "It's too cold! Come back."

~ "Let me carry you to bed."

~ "I can't do this anymore."

~ "I know I should be here."

~ "I loved you, but you never loved me back."

~ "You always get hurt, and it hurts me to see you like this."

~ "You cheated, and there is nothing you can change about it."

~ "I loved you, but know it's too late to confess."

~ "Get out. I wished we never met."

~ "I don't need your stupid behavior right now."

~ "I wish I could hate you, but you don't even deserve this."

~ "I need to be with someone who actually wants me. And I know it's not you."

~ "I won't make it."

~ "I am sick."

~ "Please wake up. I can't do this without you."

~ "Hold on, I still need you."

~ "Don't you dare to leave me? Not now."

~ "I lost everyone and everything. I can't lose you too."

~ "I am sorry. I came too late."

~ "How much do you miss them?"

~ "You're so annoying."

~ "Stop laughing. I got scared."

~ "You saw it first. Why don't you kill it?"

~ "Bite me."

~ "They stole my garlic bread."

~ "You sneezed into my face."

~ "Your partner is way hotter than mine."

~ "Come out, come out where ever you are."

~ "Take my hand. We need to jump off this building right now."

~ "Shut up! We don't have time to be afraid."

-> more to be added

#ami writes #ami's prompts #writing prompt #fanfiction prompts #angst prompt #fluff prompts #writing alphabet #fanfiction

[spiderling-space]

Hi, Liho! Can I please ask for some cute kissing headcanons where Silver, Epel, and Cater catch their fem s/o wearing one of their clothes? (like a sweater or hoodie) thank you! ~🌸blossom anon

Can I ask for some fluffy headcanons for Sebek, Silver, Epel, and Riddle catching their fem! s/o wearing one of their 'oversized' sweaters + their reactions to how cute she looks, please? Thanks! 

Since these are close to each other, I’m merging them.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Riddle Rosehearts

The moment Riddle sees (Y/N) wearing his sweater is the second he starts reciting the rules.

“It is against rules to not wear proper size clothing.” He can’t just ask her to take it off in front of him so he adjusts it as best as he can.

Riddle finally looks at (Y/N)’s face, not realizing how close they stand. He is frozen when she plants a chaste kiss on his lips. He can’t look her in the eye for the moment so he hides his blooming fire in him behind The Rules of Queen Of Hearts. “The color doesn’t match which is against the rules...”

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️

Cater Diamond

Cater lives for all relationship cliches. He may be acting as a womanizer but he doesn’t have experience in that department in actuality.

He has heard of girlfriends wearing the boyfriend's clothes trope and he wanted to see that on (Y/N) so he will subtly suggest that she can wear his clothes.

When (Y/N) shows up in his oversized sweater, Cater thinks she looks cute and takes her and their photos. After the photo session is over, Cater will pay attention to (Y/N), stealing a few kisses here and there.

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

Epel Felmier

Epel is the shortest person in the school minus the cyborg from Ignihyde. He certainly did nıt expect to meet someone shorter than him and let alone date (Y/N).

He also doesn't have any experience in the dating department and isn't knowledgeable much about the girlfriend/boyfriend tropes.

Epel is dumbfounded when he first sees (Y/N) in his sweater and how it looks big on her. Then he is proud of himself for not being the big one in the relationship and now he understands why people find small people cute as he looks at his girlfriend. He has an urge to kiss her but he doesn2t think they developed their relationship that much to kiss her and he doesn't want to freak her out or maybe it is he who is nervous about his first kiss.

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Silver

Silver trains daily and doesn't take any day off because he thinks it can lead him to be lazy. Needless to say, he is buff under those clothes.

Lilia taught him everything he knows about courting. Though he sometimes thinks he should have researched how a human courts another human since the things Lilia taught was based on fae courting so when (Y/N) asks to wear his clothes, he doesn't understand why, yet he still gives it to her.

Silver thinks she looks cute with big size clothing and asks her if others see his father, Lilia, the same way since he also wears oversized jackets. The conversation ends with Silver not getting a kiss for he brought up a family member during the romantic time.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek also trains daily so he is buff too and not to mention, his height so it is easy for his girlfriend to wear his clothes and them being oversized for her.

Lilia also taught him the ways of courting and Sebek takes it to heart. He sent letters to (Y/N) before they started dating and he is quite the gentleman toward her. One day he realizes his sweater is stolen and looks for the culprit, only to see (Y/N) is the one wearing. it.

Sebek scolds her for wearing inappropriate clothing, he doesn't even check how she looks. When he does, he can't find anything to say at first then he starts screaming Lilia's steps to courting. He is trying to repress the blush from spreading all over his face. He certainly won't kiss her on the cheek, let alone on the lips. They aren't betrothed yet!

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #epel felmier #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #heartslabyul #pomefiore #diasomnia #twisted wonderland silver #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #headcanons #female reader #prefect

[sunlightinourheadlights]

HANANENE HUB SECRET SANTA FICS MASTERLIST

Happy holidays everyone! This year we did an art/fanfiction secret santa swap on the Hananene Hub, and here is the masterlist of the christmas/winter themed fanfics! They are in alphabetical order according to fic title. Thank you to the amazing writers on this list and for everyone who contributed in the event. 

[WARNING: it may be the holidays, but do check the ratings and read the tags for each fic carefully. Not all the fics are fluff. This is still JSHK after all.]

Hope you all enjoy!

Give Me Your Stars to Hold by sincerelyand (me!) for Rapid (@rapidfur) -  If Nene knew one thing, it was how difficult it was being childhood friends with the Yugi Twins.

Honey, Don't Feed Me, I Will Come Back by thebonezone  (@fangirlingforeverz) for sincerelyand (me) - Nene wants to marry a prince more than anything.And what price will she pay for that wish? (Bluebeard AU, Aged Up Characters) 

Imperfect by thatsrightdollface (@thatsrightdollface) for hopesartcastle ( @thehopeelias)- When she was young, Aoi Akane had liked the funny-shaped, imperfect sugar cookies best of all.

if anything happens i love you by zileywrites (@muffindounat​​)  for teafloof (@teafloof) - Amane was a young precious boy with stardust running through his veins and galaxies swirling in his soul, who had been trying in vain to protect himself from the harsh realities of life. [or, three times Yugi Aname felt utterly alone in december after the passing of Tsukasa, and one time he didn’t.]

Lemon and Peach (and you and me under the mistletoe) by Baronesscmd (SweeterThanYourDarkestSin) (@baronesscmd) for HanaNoHanabira -  Tsukasa has a plan. It may involve threatening his brother's little assistant and making Natsuhiko's life a living nightmare, but if Sakura is happy in the end it will all be worth it.

No Place Like (Someone Else's) Home for the Holidays by Hammsters (@uglierdaikon) for Sharkbytez - Yashiro Nene is down on her luck; dumped and alone in a new city where she knows no one, she's preparing to spend her holidays alone for the first time. That is, until the flirtatious bartender at the restaurant where she works makes her an offer she might regret accepting- an invitation to spend Christmas with his family instead.

Once Upon A December (Things I Almost Remember) by banjjakz (@banjjakz) for piyo_nii (@piyo-nii) -  Aoi went missing last Christmas, and the chilling bite of the new year rendered her case cold to the touch. This year, on December first, Nene opens an anonymous Christmas card to find a lock of deep purple hair. Terrified, jaded, and freshly incensed, she teams up with the boy next door to track down her best friend before it's too late.

partly cloudy, chance of snow by sourlemoncandy (@sour-lemon-candy) for Naomi -  Amane is right in at least one respect- his apartment is close to her job, vacant, and perhaps most importantly, he makes the best chocolate chip cookies she's ever tasted. 

Pining Amongst the Pines by corologs  (@corologs​) for Cheyenne / Anu (@anubis-005) -  Just as Prince Hanako had found his favorite little gardener, news of an accident brings about an opportunity for Nene Yashiro to prove her usefulness.

snowfall and frostbite by lilaflo (@istoleyourboat) for sourlemoncandy ( @sour-lemon-candy) - After blossoming into a stunning, young college student, Yashiro Nene decides to push all her past regrets and mistakes behind her.That is... until her graduating class decides to throw a high school reunion on Christmas Eve. After finding out that her ex will be there, Nene seeks out a fake boyfriend to spare herself the humiliation.And who better than her best friend, Yugi Amane.

Time, Space, and the Worlds in Between by milkteamoon (@spades-queen) for Indigo_Floof (@indigosienna) -  Amane Yugi is an astronaut stationed on a planet far away when he catches a glimpse of something he's not meant to see.

the golden age of something good by piyo_nii (@piyo-nii) for Hammsters (@uglierdaikon) - Under the silver-streaked heavens, you pray to whoever is listening. You vow to become someone she can come to rely on. Someone who can protect her, someone she can learn to love.(That night, you dream of Yashiro’s shy smile and the clicking sound of a turning lock, and that can only be an omen.)

The Greatest Gifts Come in the Most Unorthodox Places by insipidenvy (@insipidenvy) for paopu_moo (@macey-wacey) - Hanako and Tsukasa spend Christmas catching up on lost time and opportunities. The past and present couldn't be any more different.

Threads of Nettle, Threads of Gold by Indigo_Floof (@indigosienna) for thebonezone (@fangirlingforeverz) -  Nene's siblings have been cursed to turn into swans, and as for the solution...she literally can't say anything about it.

When you get together with your friend to bake, it's usually a good idea to get the recipes beforehand by Chykori  for Miko (Mito Mitochondria) -  Amane and Nene cooking together at Amane’s house! With no adult or Kou supervision. Lots of fluff, no angst allowed here in this household. At one point they do pull up Kou on the videochat because he is on a vacation trip with his family and couldn’t make it to their baking day.

Please make sure to leave the incredible authors kudos and comments! Everyone worked very hard! ❤️

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #fanfic #jshk secret santa 2020 #all of you are amazinggggg #steadily making my way through the list

[statelies]

(   *  💀  /  jessie mei li, questioning, she/they )  —  is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.

LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance

nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane

pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them

birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old

birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex

childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm

weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb

body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure

hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ right

FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li

voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li

special characteristics ➵

small waist

has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple

pierced septum

smells of ➵

lavender hand lotion

pomegranate

cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon

MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)

positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.

negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.

likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats

dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby

amortentia ➵

birthday cake

fresh mint

old books

orange blossom

M A G I C

blood status ➵ muggleborn

wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard

wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

patronus ➵ Hippo

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981

Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981

Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Astronomy - E

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - E

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

walnut allergy

hayfever

pets ➵

Jíngyi; the long-eared owl

Shu; the white cat

handwriting ➵ Abuget

F A M I L Y

Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980

Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980

Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive

Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive

Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive

Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.

for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.

in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home. 

he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.

#revelio.intro #emmeline; #god this is actually a mess but i am way too tired to deal with it #SDFKJDSF #so! here's. something ig. i'll decide if i hate this after i pass out and wake up tomorrow lmfao #implied racism cw #racism cw #i guess???? #it's mentioned so briefly. #but #better safe than sorry

[leggomylino]

Roses Are Red | Bang Chan

Genre: fluff, a little (ridiculous) drama, and a whole lot of crack

Pairing: Bang Chan x princess!reader

Au: royal / fantasy au

Word Count: ~11.2k

Warning(s): some censored language…?, author rambling on and on, some underdeveloped plot what can I say this is mostly for laughs and giggles

Summary: Royal Gardener Christopher Bang only ever wanted to make music all his life, but being orphaned due to a senseless war against the Fire Nation left him at the hands of the kingdom to decide his fate. When tending to some of the many royal roses one day, he happened upon the kingdom’s princess, Y/n, and love at first sight was quite the understatement. However, what they are both unaware of is that she may already be betrothed to another…

A/n: Requested by @hanniiesuckle17​ | Masterlist linked down below and in bio!!!

Tag List: @hanniiesuckle17​ / @distrikt9​ / @hanstagrams​ / @hyunsunq​ / @smolboiseavey​ / @jisungsjheekies​ / @iluvlix​ / @straycozy​ / @stay-nctzen​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added! Comment, ask, or DM me! <3)

ღ Stray Kids M.List | M.List ღ

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Howdy y’all

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything in this format…

I know many of you are still waiting for me to finish light switch and let me tell you it IS still...under construction ._.”

I can’t stay loyal to one story at a time and life gets hectic ya dig?

...But I promise that EVENTUALLY MAYBE SOMETIME SOON I’ll get around to carving the second half of it

N E way let’s get this ball rolling! ->

So once upon a time in a far away land…

...Did you just roll your eyes or yawn? >:(( Don’t do that this is totally exciting

Okay so once upon a time in a far away land

There was a princess named Y/n <3 yes, that would be you, sis

She was the cream of the crop, the bees knees, the peanut butter to everyone’s jelly

...Well maybe like 90% of the jelly

There’s always gonna be haters or skeptics nothing we can do about that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway you were basically loved by almost everyone in the kingdom, for your kindness, hospitality, forthcomingness, honesty, bravery, generosity, and sophistication

Also, you were quite beautiful <3 like now teehee

But there was only one problem

Besides the fact that 10% of the jelly jar had peanut butter lodged in their brain

And that was that your father, the king, refused to let you go outside. Like ever. The only time you saw the sun and felt the wind through your hair was from your highest-Rapunzel-tower window, during required festival appearances or during emergency evacuations because THE FIRE NATION WAS ATTACKING!!!! 🔥 (╯°□°)╯🔥🔥🔥

This, however, rarely happened...er, maybe just once, but it was a false alarm because your half-brother Felix had stayed up too late playing video games (YES there is technology in this medieval au sorry not sorry) and he was just...seeing things

He’d been really stressed because his mother, your actually kind and not at all wicked stepmother, had been lowkey pressuring him to find a lovely princess consort or young fletching maiden

He didn’t necessarily have a problem with that, except for the fact that the whole thing was a huge problem that was stressing him out...marriage??? What was that again??? He kinda just wanted to run around the forest practicing archery with his friends, Dark Knight Changbin and Court Jester Jisung (read: pizza and video games)

BUT THIS WASN’T ABOUT HIM, THIS STORY IS ABOUT YOU (ง'̀-'́)ง

...Which is what I was getting at

You see

Felix was a great brother regardless of his mistake of screaming about a false Fire Nation attack and throwing you out of bed at 4 am

Besides being fun and great support/company, he also had this...friend...

A boy named Christopher Bang (♥‿♥)

He often went by Bang Chan tho, and he was ALSO your kingdom’s royal gardener

You know this because you often enjoyed watching him tend to the roses outside your tower, and occasionally would hide in the closet when you were SUPPOSED to be at violin lessons but instead dressed Felix up as your stunt double to spy while Chan watered and changed out the soil of the daffodils in your room

Daffodils were your favorite flower next to tulips and cherry blossoms and sunflowers

And 

Almost every other flower in existence that Chan had anything to do with (♥‿♥)

...What could you say, you were hopelessly in love

But he didn’t know that

And the odd thing was

He felt the very same way about you

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Can we finally get to some real-time story now?

Okay well

Channie’s pov now here y’all

Bang Chan had been the castle gardener for what felt like eons

His parents had disappeared to fight in the war with the Fire Nation and never came back…

:(((

So from a young age, before he was old enough to count, his mom and dad entrusted him to kingdom’s orphanage with care

The local nuns raised him well, and blessed him many times over

He grew up with two best friends there -> a shy boy named Han Jisung and a more confident one named Seo Changbin

The three of them were transferred to work under the kingdom after the local coming-of-age ceremony given to all children when they turn 15

And I totally didn’t steal half of that from an anime or anything...well, just a bit; 25%

So the three of them were whisked off to be given roles of their own to fulfill in order to contribute to society

Changbin was given the title of Dark Knight for his bravery and supreme combat skills

Jisung was awarded the title of Court Jester due to the fact he always made everyone laugh, despite his naturally shy and more introverted demeanor

And Bang Chan, as he preferred to be called, was granted the title of gardener...because...well, they actually denied his musician application, believe it or not

Now, before you get mad

I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!

ARE THESE GUYS FOOLS OR SOMETHING???

WHO WOULD DENY SUCH A TALENTED--

...Well, they were ignorant buffoons, unfortunately (｡•́︿•̀｡)

So he was forever stuck as a royal gardener because, he worked hard, the court knew it, and their predecessor gardener at the time was kidnapped by the Fire Nation

No one knows why and it’s not important (sorry random garden dude)

He’s okay though...we think

Anyway

So Bang Chan fit the role

And now at 23, to this day he still fit the role

It was the same mundane routine every day

W a t e r  t h e  p l a n t s

C u t  t h e  v e g e t a b l e s

S n i p  t h e  t h o r n s

T r i m  t h e  v i n e s 

C h a n g e  t h e  s o i l

U G H ! ! !

It got to be downright tedious and vexing repeating the same routine like a Zombie by Day6

Which is the song he often hummed with a lull in his eyes as he w a t e r e d and c u t and s n i p p e d and t r i m m e d

And c h a n g e d eua;bhuisahfvirs WAIT A SECOND

(Oh, we’re backing up to age 16 for a sec)

He’s outside the tallest tower s n i p p i n g the thorns on another rose bush when

He looks up to see what time of day it is and stretch his aching back

And he sees

Up in the window

A g i r l ? ? ?

……

Who is she

She’s GORGEOUS

WOW

HE HAS TO SQUINT BUT HE’S STILL GOT 20/20 VISION AND HE KNOWS A CUTE GIRL WHEN HE SEES ONE

HE’S GOT TEENAGE BOY RADAR

Wowza

She’s h o t 🥵🥵

Like the sun beating down on his face right now

Hot hot

Bruuuuuuuuuuuh--

OUCH! The thorns…

He can’t be getting lost in the waking daydream glancing out her window above him, he’s got a job to do

Flashforward to a few days later, when he makes an excuse to go back to Tower C and tend to the roses that don’t need tending to

She’s not there :((

Darn

He looks left and right before burying himself into the bushes so he can wait and see if she shows up

But this poor boy is so overworked that he falls asleep

Poor guy needed a nap anyway 😔😔

He’s having a peaceful dreamless sleep when a song enters his mind

It’s actually a song he wrote, when he applied to be a castle musician

He wakes to hearing the song above him

The sweet, sweet melody just wafting daintily through the air

It’s coming from somewhere above him

...But he’s snagged in the thorn bush and can’t get out 🗿💧

O o p s 

Rip

Maybe the bushes did need some work after all--

By the time he rips himself out and basically lost half of his shirt in the process, the song is almost over, coming to a soft decrescendo into a gentle pianissimo

That’s fancy music talk for slowly growing softer and more quiet and ending with a soft, maybe slightly breathy tone

Thankfully it’s cloudy that day so he doesn’t have to squint this time

And BOY IS HE GLAD ABOUT THAT BECAUSE GOOD GRAVY

IT’S HER AGAIN

THE LOVELY MAIDEN HE SAW TWO DAYS AGO

WHO IS SHE?!?!

“Oh, that’s Princess Y/n.”

JISUNG?!?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

Boy deadass just pops out of a rose bush like a weasel 🗿💧 what the what

His court jester hat has a few loose thorns in it, and it’s fallen askew to cover half of his face

“...That’s Princess Y/n?” Chan askes, totally in awe

You have such a lovely voice

And he’s bewildered as to how you know his song, seeing as it was a confidential piece he only played for a private group of royals once when auditioning

Jisung just nods, fixing his hat only to have a few of the bells bounce around and whop him in the face

One jingled all the way right into his eye…

But he carries on unaffected; must be used to it <_<

“Yeah, her dad is a total overbearing crazy-protective psycho. ...Well, maybe not psycho, but...he’s crazy protective of his daughter. He’s scared if she takes one step outside, some Fire Nation goon is gonna come popping out of a bush like Team Rocket in almost every old school pokemon episode and kidnap her like Pikachu.”

“...I thought Pikachu always got away.”

“...Oh yeah. 🤔 Bad example then.”

“You are a bad example.”

“Oh yeah?! Well you’re...a good example!”

“...Jisung that was a compliment. And thank you.”

“.........”

...Moving on

“What can you tell me about her?”

“OOOOOOO...Why? You got a crush on her, bro?”

“...I’m just...curious why the king would wanna keep her locked away in a tower like a Christian Anderson tale.”

Jisung sighs and places his hands on his hips like a lecturing mother. “Are you serious? I just told you, His Majesty is crazy overprotective of his only daughter...also, wouldn’t you wanna keep a beauty like that locked away if she were your daughter???”

Chan gives him a disgusted look. “No? Because I’m not an insecure psychopath?? Everyone deserves to be happy and free…” He glances up to the tower. “That can’t be healthy being held prisoner in a giant dungeon like that.”

“True, true...I’d still keep her locked away, though.”

“Jisung!!! Seriously?!”

“WHAT?” (ง'̀-'́)ง “I KNOW HOW TEENAGE BOYS ARE!!! THEY’RE GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS BEFORE I LET ONE OF THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE--”

Chan clamps his hand over his friend’s mouth. “I’m gonna stop you right there. Goodbye, Jisung.”

He looks at you one last time, marveling at your beauty with a hint of pity in his eyes before walking away

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You hadn’t noticed that day, seven years ago, being too lost in a daydream over whether you wanted tea or a nice iced latte with your lunch...despite how loud they were being

It was one of the few enjoyments of your day

One the few things you got to look forward to: choosing what to have for a meal

Choosing what to wear that was within your parent’s standards

Choosing whether you wanted to wile away the hours reading a book or watching Royal TV or scribbling some poorly drawn comics of what your life COULD be like were you NOT a princess with an overbearing father…

S i g h

You’re hanging upside down on your giant canopy bed in a very unladylike fashion when Felix enters the room. You must have not heard him knock, and he’s like

😳😳💧

To which you “oop-” and quickly throw yourself over in an upright position

“...Sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs a bit and closes the door behind him. “So, whatcha up to?”

“......”

Did he have to ask you that? The question sort of burned. What were you supposed to do??? “Just...chillin.”

“Like a villain?”

“In the...millen.”

He laughed at your attempt to carry out the rhyme. “What’s a millen?”

You shrugged. He sat down at the dining table you normally ate at, crossing his feet over the table. “Well, I’ll do you one better. I came to ask if you’d like to accompany me to--”

“WHERE?!?!?!”

\(ಠAಠ)/

You’re right there in his face, shaking his shoulders before he can get another word out.

Felix, wanting to take you OUT OF THE PALACE?!??!?!?!?

THAT WAS HUGE

THIS WAS HUGE

OMGRAVY WHAT WOULD YOU WEAR?!

YOU DIDN’T EVEN CARE WHERE YOU WERE GOING, JUST THE FACT THAT YOU WERE GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE WAS ENOUGH

...You should still probably let him finish, though

Felix (@-@) <- was dizzy for a moment, but once he got his head back on straight, he explained that he’d ask your father if the two of you could go shopping together-- just for a few hours

Felix was the sweetest brother ;-; the sweetest BOY ಥ_ಥ

You were going to have so much fun browsing the shops that you’d only ever read about in novels and seen on TV

The two of you would get popcorn and ice cream and feed the pigeons and do rain dances around the park fountain

And you’d come back with so many souvenirs and nostalgic timepieces from your little journey (╥﹏╥)

It was going to be the BEST. DAY. EVER!

*insert that Spongebob episode here*

……

Or not

Because

Shortly after the two of you skipped hand-in-hand like Hansel and Gretel down to the Royal Throne room

Your father gave the two of you a big fat N O

Jerk…

His booming voice declared, “NO BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE SEEN BILLOWING ABOUT THE CITY STREETS!!! That’s like asking to be kidnapped and used as a means of war!!!”

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUASDFGHJKL;;SVBU;IABV;SIFABVIFARHVS

HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING BUT WAR AND TAXES!!! IT WAS SO ANNOYING!!!

So, the two of you are forced back to your room alone…

And Felix comforts you and apologizes a thousand times over, words that should coming out of your father’s mouth instead

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

~LATER THAT DAY~

Well, it’s more like evening now

The sun is setting comfortably over the horizon

And Felix has just returned from his shopping trip without you 😔😔

Now before you get angry and call him a traitor, he actually had a fit and refused to go

He even came close to knocking over a table

But that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly and his mother was present

It was his mother that insisted he had to go in order to make a required public appearance for the kingdom and “hopefully find a lady that spotted his fancy” or whatever

Yeah, Felix rolled his eyes too

But he had no choice ://

If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t enjoy himself at all

He spent the whole time thinking about you and looking wistfully at the palace in the distance, to the tower you were most likely glaring wistfully back from

He was now tromping tired princely feet up the winding steps to at least give you a nice gift he’d brought back for you, and some flowers he’d gotten from a recently opened flower shop called Christopher’s Garden

A very nice not-yet-elderly couple ran the shop in honor of their lost son, who they hadn’t heard from since they returned from war

The story was quite sad and bittersweet

……

Shhh we’ll get there later it’s called foreshadowing（∩‿∩）

He’s about three-quarters of the way there when he’s suddenly ambushed by-- you guessed it-- Team Rocket!1!1

Jk it’s Jisung and Changbin

They’re the new Jessie and James of this story except they’re actually good

“Felix!!!”

“SH*T!!!”

Oop

They nearly gave him a heart attack!!! >A<

He almost beats them with the flowers, too, until he remembers last minute they’re for you

“WHAT DO YOU WANT NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”

“I CAN’T MAKE ANY PROMISES BUT WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING”

“WHAT IS IT”

Changbin sighs in his heavy, overzealous knightly gear. “Maybe the two of you can keep it down before you wake the princess?”

Felix shrugs. “Eh, Y/n is always up at this hour. She’s actually a night owl, but don’t tell the king that. Or her teachers.”

Bin smirks. “Noted--”

<_<

Felix has to smack him, which is a hard two second decision but you’re his sister and family comes first 😔😔 But he makes it up by giving Bin a flower, which he awkwardly accepts

“So what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Jisung nods his jingle bell hat all over the place like a bobblehead. “Yeah, okay, so-- check this out!”

He jumps a few steps ahead so he can have room to put on a one-man show. Changbin groans and crosses his arms, while Felix eyes him curiously

“I have this friend, right? Well, we do, actually! Me and Changbin!”

The Dark Knight tilts his head. “You mean Chan?”

“YEA-- I mean, yeah!” He starts bouncing around, mining walking around the garden surrounding the palace walls. “So...I never told you this, but a few years ago...more like seven, I was going for a walk when I spotted him outside the princess’ tower! And I stopped and went ten-thousand stealth mode!”

He mimes diving into the bushes. Changbin rolls his eyes.

“He’d totally fallen asleep in the rose bushes, so I--”

“Could you maybe not talk like you’re twelve?”

“......”

Before the two can start quarreling like a couple of twelve year olds, Felix takes on a responsible air, stepping between them

“Hang on...your friend? Was loitering outside my sister’s room?”

Jisung pops his head over Changbin, which really isn’t that hard. “Yeah, he’s the royal gardener! But like, I don’t think the roses needed tending to that day...and after I revealed myself, he was asking a LOT-- well a few...questions about her. Hint hint, my boy’s in love.”

“Love?”

“Love, bro. Like the real sappy stuff.”

“...Love.”

“...Yes.”

“Your friend. Is in love with my sister.”

“...That would be what I just told you, yes.”

“...Wait. Chan as in, Bang Chan? ...OUR friend Chan?!”

“That’s him!”

“Okay okay hold on,” Changbin waves his arms through the air. “Love is a strong word...and this is Chan we’re talking about. He loves just about everybody. He’s nice and empathetic to everyone. Just last week I had to turn away two maids and a palace chef who’d gotten the same mixed signals.”

Jisung shrugs. “Yeah, well…”

“Also this was seven years ago?!”

“...Yeah…”

Changbin deadpans. “So you got me all hyped about jumping Felix for some love story that probably isn’t even real. Seven years is a long time, Jisung. He may have forgotten about her already-- NOT THAT SHE’S SOMEONE TO BE FORGOTTEN.”

He had to finish that last sentence real quick from the look Felix was giving him. The boy sighs, shifting his gifts into one arm so he can run a small hand through his wind-blown hair. “...This is kind of crazy Jisung, even for you. Why are you bringing this up now of all times?”

“...Well…”

👉👈

“I overheard a royal meeting I shouldn’t have about an hour ago...and your dad was talking about having Y/n engaged.”

“What?!?”

“To the Fire Nation king.”

“WHAT?!?!”

“People often refer to him as Zuko, for reasons unknown, but his real name is Minho.”

“.........”

With fever and a newfound energy, Felix tries bursting up the steps to your room. But unfortunately, Team Rocket stops him.

“MOVE! I have to talk to Y/n about this!!!”

“Hang on! The whole reason I brought up my homeboy in the first place was to maybe stop this suspiciously dangerous and shady deal! If Y/n has already fallen in love with someone else, maybe the king will have a change of heart!!!”

Felix groans, glaring harshly in a manner that isn’t really like him. “Han, her father keeps her locked away in a plush-tailored dungeon and refuses to let her go outside, not even on a short shopping trip with her own brother. He doesn’t want her to be seen, and he certainly doesn’t want her falling in love.”

“Well--!” Han balls his hands into fists. “I WAS TRYING OKAY?! I LIKE Y/N TOO, SHE’S A TIMEPIECE GAL WHEN I’M ACTUALLY ALLOWED TO BE WITHIN TEN FEET OF HER!!!”

“Dang…” Changbin groans. “So you don’t think I’ll be able to ask her out this weekend?”

“......” “......”

The glare he gets from both men is a definite no

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

So what are we to do about a situation like this?

Well I’m glad you asked because we’re about to find out

IRONICALLY right at that moment, you were supposed to be in a late-running math session on how taxing the economy works but 

Instead you were blissfully hidden in the closet, watching Chan plant a newly discovered breed of roses on your balcony the author forgot to mention you even had

It was an indoor balcony of sorts; fenced in with mesh and curtains to keep the bugs and trespassers out

There was a cute little garden table with comfy chairs and a small bookshelf

As well as a mini bar and even a small stereo system B))

You’re the princess sis

This was your world since you weren’t allowed to experience the real one

To explain, you had a window right next to it that you often looked out, since your balcony was more or less closed off…

Hopefully that makes sense ._.”

Alright anyhoo

So Chan is planting some gorgeous purple roses that only ever existed in Animal Crossing until now

The most lusciously soft and purpley purple that ever was and ever would be

And here’s you, hunkered down in the closet like a stalker spying on him with one eye and a slit through the cracked door

 WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN

Bang!

The door flies open!

A wild Felix appears!1!1

Uh-oh

He’s probably looking for you, but given the equally wild look on his face

He’s probably not aware of Chan’s job, coming in to tend to your plants when you’re scheduled to be absent

Wait they’re friends right

So he isn’t gonna kill him...right?!

Or does this mean he was gonna kill him that much more?!

OH NO

FELIX NO PLS

You’re holding your breath and waiting for the right moment to pounce and topple your half-brother to the floor when apprehensively

He checks his surroundings quickly before shutting the door behind him

……

What the what is this about--

“We need to talk,” Felix starts, pacing to the dining table where he usually sits. Chan freezes, blinking a few times into the roses and the air above them before turning a blank stare the prince’s way.

“Okay,” he states back, “what’s on your mind?”

“About Y/n…”

About you?

“Princess Y/n? What about?”

Yes, what about you?

“...Jisung…” he sighs. “Look, I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Let me start by apologizing about that.”

“Oh, no need to apologize. You’re the prince, and I’m the gardener. We’re both quite busy with our—“

“Jisung told me you like Y/n.”

………

…………

……………

I’m s o r r y

WhAT WAS THAT

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!

Okay okay hold up

Han Jisung was the court clown and notorious for pranks and lying his ass off

Surely this was just a (albeit cruel) joke…

...Right?!

…

Bang Chan’s ears are turning red

Redder than the roses outside your window

He’s biting his lip, like he wants to say something, but is trying hard to suppress said something

His hands are clenched down into the dirt…

“...Well?” asks Felix. “Is it true?”

“...It’s…”

!!!

WHAT WHAT IT’S WHAT

TELL ME FLOWER BOY WHAT IS IT

SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY

Haha get it…

Beans……

Like seeds……..

...Anyway

“......”

He nods, softly, barely. Bang Chan nods his approval at Felix’s proposed statement.

Is this even real right now…?

Is this allowed?! 😩

Instead of jumping the guy like you thought he would, Felix instead smiles, so brightly it would be enough to scare off the Fire Nation and save thousands of lives

“Oh wow. Oh f*ck. You like my sister. This is...shouldn’t I be mad right now?”

He begins to pace

“...But I’m not. I’m genuinely okay with this. Better than okay. It’s...weird.”

“Probably because Y/n may be saved from marrying Prince Hellhole of the Underworld now.”

The two of them (and you still in the closet) jump at the sound of a new voice wafting in from the ceiling. Looking up, a set of bells can be seen hanging out if the air vent

...Has that always been there?!

Oh my gravy what if Han Jisung has spied on you before

What if someone else has?!

EW

Felix scowls angrily at the vent before lifting a pen off your desk and throwing it with surprisingly good accuracy

It must have hit something because next thing you know Jisung is saying “ow!” and climbing down at the Prince’s demand

“What the hell were you doing up there?!”

“Detective work.”

“You’re banned from doing detective work anywhere near this room.”

“What about Changbin?”

“What?!”

“Oh uhhh...nothing.”

The clanking of heavy armor trying to escape travels across the ceiling…

And Felix huffs.

“CHANGBIN I KNOW THAT’S YOU.”

~~~

So I’m gonna do a mini skip right here to get the ball rolling

After Bin is dragged down and everyone (minus you) is accounted for

The four guys are sitting around your dining table, a sinister(?) plot coming to notion

“Okay,” Felix begins, “So what we know is, according to what Jisung overheard, this arms race war of sorts against the Fire Nation is coming to a rock and a hard place for both sides. And to resolve this issue, it would appear that Y/n is being offered as a bargaining chip. A wedding to unite the two kingdoms.”

…… 

Everyone is pretty silent

You included, not that you can say anything at the moment…

But just because you’re silent on the outside doesn’t mean you don’t have a million thoughts racing through your head

Let’s get to the most pressing one that’d likely catch your attention first: MARRIAGE?!?!

With whom?!?!

How dare some old geezers try and pawn you off without your permission?! To the enemy?!? To a man you didn’t even know?!?!

WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY OLD

OR GROSS

OR BOTH

OR WHAT IF--

Han suddenly has something to say

Then again when does the boy not

He lunges across the table to grasp at Chan’s hands. “PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO MARRY THE PRINCESS SO SHE WON’T BE SENT AWAY AND I CAN STOP AWKWARDLY CATCHING YOU SPYING ON HER OUTSIDE!!!”

!!!

OH UH

WHA?!

Chan’s ears are turning red again. He’s got a brow quirked like he doesn’t know what Jisung is talking about, but averts his gaze all the same in a guilty manner

Felix is tapping his fingers against his forearm in an attempt to ignore that confession

And Changbin is just sitting next to Chan half confused and half annoyed

“I- I can’t just… Jisung what you’re asking is…”

“It’s too much,” Bin cuts in. “Jisung you can’t just ask someone, much less tell them, to marry a person they have a far-longing crush on, but really know nothing about. They’ve never even spoken to each other before, I can assume, and you’re telling them to spend the rest of their lives in a commitment? That’s intense.”

Jisung pouts. “Yeah, but…!”

“What if we just faked a marriage?”

Three stunned faces (four if we’re counting you) turn eyes upon the eldest and only prince. He smiles warmly, sending a warily comforting shiver down your spine that you have trouble placing as good or bad.

“What do you mean?” Changbin asks.

“I doubt the king is going to accept Y/n’s wishes in all of this, so we can’t just have her or Chan ask to be wed. But if they’re already married…”

Jisung’s face lights up. “Then there’s nothing the king or Fire Nation fools can do about it!!! That’s BRILLIA--”

“But it would just be a ruse. We’ll have a fake license made, and I can supply the rings. I’ve got plenty of underground connections~”

You’re looking at Chan’s face to see what he thinks of all this, but unfortunately his back is to you, and Changbin is blocking 90% of your view…

You can, however, see that his ears are still a flushed scarlet, as well as the base of his neck

“Would you be okay with that?”

He jumps. Felix and the others blink expectantly. 

“...Huh?”

“...Are you okay with being my sister’s fake husband for a few hours?”

It’s gotta be the awkwardest question you’ve ever heard coming out of your brother’s mouth, but then…

“Yeah. If it’ll protect Y/n...let’s do it.”

……

It’s the first time you’ve heard him not refer to you as the princess, but rather, just yourself

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

OKAY WE’RE GONNA TRY AND START CRAMMING THINGS WITHOUT CRAMMING TOO MUCH BECAUSE HNNNNN I DON’T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG AND DRAWN OUT ಥ_ಥ

SO ON THAT NOTE

Meanwhile in a diabolical castle not too far away but still kinda far 

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)⊃━━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

We’ve got an evil firelord named Zuko over here

But he’s not really evil :(( In fact he’s not evil at all!!!

His name isn’t even Zuko it’s Minho

And he’s just kinda mean is all…

Just a smidge | |

“My Lord Zuko!!!” An attendant bows, groveling at the steps to the throne

He’s some weird guy with an eyepatch

Not important but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Fire King growls, swirling a glass of something strong

“I told you that’s not my name,” he states, tossing the glass after a single gulp. Dang. Intense.

The attendant :((, covering his face like a scared manchild. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME YOUR GRACE!!!”

Minho rolls his eyes. “If I do, will you man up and give me the details on the Nation of (Your Kingdom Name Here)?”

“Oh, yes, yes! Thank you, sire!!!”

“...S u r e.” He blinks a few times, only sparing the slightest hint of a smile when one of the three cats wandering the kingdom jumps onto his lap. “Well? Get on with it.”

“Yes, sire, right away!” Patchy pulls out an enormously large scroll that should NOT have been able to fit in his pocket similar to the mechanics of Animal Crossing (seriously how is it you’re able to fit a giant whale into your pocket and like a freaking tarantula and a hive of wasps like idk about you sis but I would NOT be putting those things in my pocket-) “It would appear that the Princess of (Nation) has given her consent to marry His Royal Highness of the Tallest Order Fire Nation King Zu-- ...L-Lee Minho of the Tallest Order of the Nation of Fire and All Things Cat Related.”

Minho is nodding, a pleasant smirk on his face. Things were just going swimmingly for him. “Perfect. Just as I thought they would. Seungmin? Jeongin?”

From the shadows, two boys stepped forward. “Yes, Your Grace?”

“Please plan my arrival to the Nation of (Your Nation) at once. I’d like to arrive no later than the end of the week.”

“...Sire, with all due respect…” Seungmin swallows. “That’s in two days. Normally, I’d have to send a carrier pigeon to customs since you banned technology after that one disapproving cat commercial, and as you know, your cats are constantly eating both the birds and the notes…”

“......”

“......”

Minho shrugs. “And? So? Just write a new note and buy more birds. There’s no time to waste!”

Seungmin and Jeongin share a look. Arguing against the King would be suicide, so…

“...Yes, Your Unreasonable Grace.”

“Grea-- wait what?”

Comically, they both vanish before any more words can be said.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Moving right along here

That night, after the sun has fully set and you’re getting ready to tuck yourself into bed

There’s a strange sound coming from the window…

. . .

Creepy but probably nothing

It’s just the wind, right?

You choose to ignore it and continue organizing the pillows (and dolls?) on your bed in a fashion that suits your fancy when

Tap Tap Tap

. . .

It’s either an incredible coincidence that wind can tap in such a rhythmic fashion, and not so sporadically, or…

There’s someone at the window

...No, really

SOMEONE IS OUTSIDE SIS

THERE’S A FREAKY LOOKIN’ SHADOW RIGHT THERE

On the twelfth floor tho?!

…

Should you answer it

Survey says no

Are you going to?

The stars say yes

BUT FIRST WE MUST ARM OURSELVES BC WE AREN’T TOTAL DUMDUMS 😩

You grab an ornate candlestick from your nightstand and start heading that way

Slowly, carefully, one foot at a time

The closer you get, the more prominent the shadow outside the window becomes…

It almost looks kinda like…

...A tumbleweed? A scarecrow???

……… 

You’re scared

SOMEONE COMING THIS HIGH MUST BE SKILLED AND DETERMINED AND HAS TO KNOW IT’S YOU OR MAYBE IT’S A THIEF THAT--

“Princess? Princess Y/n?”

!!!

Gasp you know that voice

It’s… …

Without a moment to lose you ditch the candlestick and unlock the hinges, tossing the windows open to…

Watch your beloved…

...Almost fall and crack his head open ._.”

Chan is laughing nervously hanging onto the windowsill with a faint pink mark on his cheek from where the window popped him

You cry out nervously and with an effort on both parts, manage to hoist him inside

Where he clichely falls on top of you 🌚🌚 Teehee 🥴

You can feel the heat rising to your face and swirling around your head that’s already been spinning with thoughts for a while now

And Chan, catching his breath over you, practically mirrors that reaction

I Am You

I see me in you--

Okay sorry

Chan laughs the whole thing off and rolls himself off like Nishinoya performing his famous Rolling Thunder, and helps you up while profusely asking if you’re alright, if you need to sit down, you should probably sit down, oh I’m so sorry Felix told me you stayed up late so--

Ah wait

“He told you that? When?”

You’re now sitting on the side of your bed, and Chan is standing a few feet away with windblown hair that could easily be mistaken for a tumbleweed through the dead of night

The fact that you’re staring at it makes him a little self conscious, but really you were just thinking about how cute he looks

“Uh, he told me a few hours ago. We were just...chatting, and um…”

……

He cuts himself off and sighs into his hands

“I’m so sorry. You probably don’t even know who I am.”

“I do.”

“You do?”

“I do.” You smile. “You’re the gardener. Your name is…” You blush. “Christopher Bang. You take care of the roses at the base of the tower and you planted the purple ones on my balcony today. You’re also a friend of my brother’s.”

“Wow, okay yeah.” He smiles back. Seeing him smiling at you while acknowledging the other, the faint flicker of candlelight (Felix broke your lamp during a karate stunt to make you laugh)...it’s almost too much to handle. “That would sort of explain why you let an absolute stranger into your bedroom at night.”

………

Oop

He had a point there

Blame the author sis she’s got three other WIPs rn and wanted to get this done while doing a semi-decent job (｡•́︿•̀｡)💧

“I-I just...have a strong sense of adventure,” you lied. Kinda. Reality was, you really WERE longing for a chance to explore and have just a little excitement in your life instead of the same boring gray stone walls each and every day

Lucky for you, that’s exactly what Chan was here for

The next thing you see is his hand in your face (a still-respectable distance away), offering you quite the gentlemanly smile. He managed to fix that windblown hair of his in the seconds you spent spaced out over your longing to leave this place

“Come on. I actually came here to ask if you’d like to go somewhere with me.”

~~~

A little disclosure here

Normally, you should never, EVER let someone you don’t really know into your home (much less your bedroom) late at night, and you certainly should not agree to go somewhere with them

This is just common knowledge, I know

But, for crack, time, and in the spirit of classic fairytales, I’m going to allow it to happen :)))

~~~

AND SO, Y/n chooses to defy common sense, and takes the hand of the boy she really likes (▰˘◡˘▰)

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

To make things slightly less weird and insanely unnatural, Chan gives you a note from Felix. It’s got his secret seal of approval that he only uses when addressing letters to you, one that only the two of you know about, so it’s gotta be legit and valid

🙄🙄

Just pretend it makes things A LITTLE bit better for me, okay?

“Author do you know how illogical this all is and that, like, ANYONE could figure out--”

YEAH OKAY JUST GO WITH IT PLS 😩😩

The note says:

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒴/𝓃, 𝒴𝑒𝑒𝓉! 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 ;) 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇...𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉, 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃...𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉? 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒢𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒫.𝒮. - 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃, 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒴/𝓃!

𝒜𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝓃𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓉. 𝒴/𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒. :)

-- 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓍 (ℱ )

...Well, there you had it

Now, onto the date! …

WAIT DID THIS COUNT AS A DATE?!

uHHHHHH

ಥ_ಥ 💧

IDK SIS JUST GO WITH IT FOR NOW, GO GO GO!

Chan is about to take your hand and wisk you out the window like Rapunzel or some Romeo and Juliet au (hey btw??? That ain’t a bad idea someone request this from me)

He nearly forgets about the height difference and the fact that he don’t have any rope or long flowing locks to grab onto to :D so instead the two of you opt for an idea that comes to you after nearly tearing your room apart to look for rope:

THE AIR VENT!!!

You have to move some furniture around but it’s not like anyone is gonna come into your room or find out about you missing anyway

Reader: “Chan came into my room tho--”

SHHHHH THAT’S DIFFERENT IT’S CALLED PLOT CONTINUATION

Now

After getting lost for approximately ten minutes in the winding air ducts, Chan manages to get his poor sleep deprived brain together and leads you down the right path, coming to a purifying viel(?) he knocks out of the way to kick the door open to outside

AND THEN

IT’S THE MOST GLORIOUS AND MAGICAL THING

IT’S

（ つ﹏╰）

SIS IT’S OUTSIDE

IT’S THE OUTSIDE WORLD

YOU DID IT--

……

You can’t do it

Chan jumps out easily onto the grass to some East side of the palace, but you just sit there, hunkered down in the opening space of the vent

Just staring at it

The grass

The trees

The tumbleweed that is Chan’s hair blow by

It’s almost too much…

Your body won’t move. You’ve been locked away in the palace for so long now...something inside of you is telling you it’s morally wrong to change that now.

“Hey wait author I have a question”

I’m kinda in the middle of telling a semi-deep part of the story but okay sure

“If Chan and I were on the twelfth floor how is it that we made it to the--”

SHHHHH AGAIN JUST HUMOR ME AND DON’T OVERTHINK THINGS

Chan is watching you with some sort of softness in his eyes illuminated by starlight. He holds his hands out to you.

“It’s okay. If you need me to, I can carry you for as long as I’m able.”

…

But you refuse

You need to cross this bridge

And then you need to burn it 🔥

NO GOING BACK SIS

NO GOING BACK 😤😤

...Except you’re always open for an excuse to be close to Chan so 🤪💓

You jump in his arms without much of a second thought, and without thinking he spins you around, and a moment later

Both of your slippered feet hit the ground below

Soft earth enveloping your heels

Blades of grass tickling your skin

It’s so WEIRD BUT

It’s a good kind of weird

A kind of weird you’d love to get used to

Hand in hand the two of you slip off after that, out into that starry starry night that looks like a Van Gogh painting

It’s beautiful and blurred yet sharp and soft yet bright and you feel like queen of the world as you’re running through Central Park, riding on Chan’s shoulders

Dancing around the center fountain

Nearly blowing your cover when a racoon runs by

It’d be kinda bad if someone saw you, much less recognized who you were 😅

The two of you lay on the hillside, where Chan makes up stories about the stars and you smile at the sound of his voice, and the feeling of wildflowers against your cheek

You’re so enthralled that you scarcely notice when his voice trails off as he’s watching you, admiring your beauty as he often has in days gone by, only this time it’s up close and nearly surreal

The girl of his dreams lying in a bed of flowers

Not palace-tainted ones either -> wildflowers, flowers that are free to billow any way the wind takes them

And the moonlight casting perfectly angular shadows over your body

He has to get a hold of himself and tear himself away with a sharp breath

……

But he’s adding the image to a memory in his heart, that’s for sure

He takes a moment to mull over it a few more times before dusting himself off, standing, and reaching out to you. Something you also want to get used to other than being in the Great Outdoors. “Come on,” he says, “We’ve almost used up all our time, and I haven’t even been able to show you the town yet.”

SHOPPING~! (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

...Ah wait it was night time 😔 You’d have to settle for just seeing the sights and playing pretend

“We’re gonna do something called window shopping.”

“Window shopping?” You ask, taking your first steps down main street. “What’s that?”

Surprisingly, there were a few stragglers still out and about at this hour, so you had to keep your head down and wander as seamlessly as possible off to the side of the road.

“Window shopping is when you wander around a shopping district just to look at the stuff on display. You shop with your eyes and pick out things you like.”

That sounded kinda fun

Of course anything with Chan sounded like a good time to you (♥‿♥)

And so, still hand in hand, the two of you quietly walked the cobblestone streets, examining clothes and trinkets in the large glass windows of stores and commenting lightly on things you liked/disliked

And, over a short span of time, you felt a gentle shift as Chan entwined his fingers with yours

ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ

You wander the streets for a while longer, taking a left here, a right there, when after pacing a little ways down a side street connecting to a sleepy neighborhood, Chan stops quite abruptly

His arms and posture is rigid af, so it almost yanks you back a bit, and a little startled you look up to see what it is he’s gawking at

…

It’s a flower shop

And the big sign across the roof’s edge says, “Christopher’s Garden”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Christopher’s Garden was the name Chan’s parents had wanted to name the flower shop the two of them had dreamed of opening together

Chan knows this because of the letters he’d receive at the orphanage during the war

The last letter he received was when he was eleven years old; a simple “hello we miss you” update with a miniature bouquet of pressed wildflowers

Flowers he still kept in his small room at the palace, tapped to the inside of the box where all his letters are stored

Faintly, he reaches out towards the sign, like it’s the only thing around him; suddenly there is no village, no night time, and there almost isn’t a Y/n either

Not that you aren’t important…

He just simply can’t believe that…

…

This couldn’t be real, it had to be a coincidence

A cruel one, but still

A coincidence nonetheless

And he’d continue to think that had he not lowered his hand, and found the face of an older man staring back at him

A man with burn marks on his cheeks and the scars of war apparent in both his features and his eyes

He has to grip the doorway to keep himself from falling backward

For it may have been many years, but he could never forget the face of his own son; not even after time had aged him

The parental spark was just there, a father’s intuition

…… 

As if seeming to understand, Y/n lets him go

She retreats stage left, one, two paces

And watches with heartfelt joy as the two men embrace somberly beneath the moonlight.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You wanted to stay and watch

You really really did

You wanted to be that support beam for Chan, but

In a way, you also didn’t want to intrude on such an important family moment

...And you were more or less due back at midnight 🙄 Cinderella much?

You’re racing along the alleyways right now

Slippers puffing a muffled breath with each step along the pavement

Buildings casting shadows and jagged shapes of light along the way

A random cloth you borrowed from behind a grocery masking your head

You found it lying over some crates of produce; and you may or may not have borrowed a few plums for the road, too…

...You’d have someone pay them back with interest 🤷

You probably should have told Chan you were heading back, but

He needed his family, right?

This was really important to him, you could tell he obviously hadn’t seen his dad, uncle, or whoever that man was back there in a while

You could catch him up later, right?

He’d probably spend the night there and be back by morning or mid-afternoon

You’re just now reaching a fork in the road

You could keep going straight or make a slanted right venturing toward the front gate, which connects the pastures of hills (making up Central Park) to the palace

……

It would probably be better to stick the backways, but you didn’t know the area that well…

If you went back into civilization, although it was after curfew and despite your disguise, someone may still spot you

What to do what to do what to--

“So you’re the Princess of (Kingdom Name).”

!!!

Did

Did someone just--

ARE THEY TALKING TO YOU?!?

RUN?!

DO WE RUN ...

“You don’t have to be frightened.” the voice says, stepping closer. “I’m here to take you home.”

……...

🚩🚩🚩

:)))))))) 

Yes okay now we RUN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨

You make a break for it down the straight path, letting your veil fly away from your body and temporarily blind whoever’s following you

You also make good use of those plums you stole, tossing them like bombs over your shoulder

“Argh--! Dang it, sh*t, I can’t sEE--” Your pursuers flail about before shredding the cloth to bits, whipping the fruit off their faces. “AFTER HER!!!”

!!!!!!

DID HE JUST SAY--?!

HHHHHHHHHHHH

The sound of heavy metal clanging against cobblestone bounces off the space behind you as you’re pounding, scrambling, flinging yourself in a zigzag pattern in case someone is trying to snipe you

IT’S WHAT ALL THE RIDICULOUS HEROES IN MOVIES DO, OKAY?!

IT’S MORE OR LESS EFFECTIVE

But alas there are so many boxes and wheelbarrows and junk in the way...

MOVE FASTER YOU CAN HEAR THEM GAINING ON YOU

But wait who even is “them” anyway???

Do you even need to know?! It was probably some councilman your stepmother or  father pissed off

You’d seen it all on TV and read plenty of horror stories in books to know there were endless reasons why someone would be targeting you for vengeance

...And, also…

……

Blast it all

You could hear your father’s voice echoing:

“NO BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE SEEN BILLOWING ABOUT THE CITY STREETS!!! That’s like asking to be kidnapped and used as a means of war!!!”

“A means of war!!!”

“A means of war!!!”

…………………………………...g u l p 

ಥ_ಥ

YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A GOOD TIME OKAY

THAT’S ALL

GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN 😩😩

HE SHOULD TRY SITTING ON HIS ASS DAY IN AND DAY OUT IT’S MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING 🔥🔥🔥

But boy were you getting your fill of excitement now

If you could just make it back to the palace, maybe you could use this as an excuse

Say you were kidnapped and made a grand escape

...It wasn’t a TOTAL lie…

“Oh Princess~ Princess Y/n, slow down, won’t you please?!”

LIBSDIBVISAFBILSFIL

NOT ON YOUR LIFE BUDDY 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨

WE AIN’T ABOUT TO DIE

GOTTA

HURRYYYYYYY

~ t r i p ! ~

Oh-- ...

THUD

Owowowowow… (｡>︿<｡)💧

………………

……………………………

ಠ_ಠ

You slowly look up to the enemy

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤️ “Guess who? ...Oh, wait, we’ve never met before.”

………………..

Crap.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

The plan was going to be very simple: swoop in, rescue the princess, and take her back home to appease to the King and speed up the royal wedding of the century

Unfortunately, nothing was ever simple in the Fire Nation

That and, well, Minho had spies everywhere

He’d seen your photograph

He knew what you looked like

And when one of his minion’s squeaked saying they spotted a certain soon-to-be-and-technically-already-so engaged princess and coming-soon queen of the Fire Nation running around after hours with another man, well

He just couldn’t have that

It simply wasn’t allowed

The king had promised him your hand

And that’s exactly what he was going to get

“Tie her wrists tighter. Yes. Now a little closer to the left…”

He smiles at you from inside the back of the carriage. He was about to make this go his way faster than he could have hoped for.

He leans forward, now dressed in some ridiculous royal garb festive with plated armor and flapping ribbons, patting your knee with smooth-lined fingers that shouldn’t belong to someone ruling the Fire Nation. And he knows this, too. He was and still is the youngest king to ever hold the throne. “Don’t worry, Princess, I simply wish to escort you home. This is, however, a pleasant time for us to get acquainted. Since I will become your husband in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”

To this, the Princess of (Your Castle) makes some sort of a scoffing remark beneath her cloth-covered mouth and fidgets herself away, as far back against the plush carriage interior as she can. Even beneath the pale moonlight and faint swaying torchlight outside, bobbing in the hands of soldiers, he can see the scowl of disapproval and hatred on her face.

That would have to change real’ fast. No way he was tolerating a disobedient bride for long.

A rapping comes from outside the window. Carefully, Minho opens the small glass door, pulling the curtain aside along with it. “What is it?”

Seungmin’s face appears in the open space. “We may have a problem. Two, actually.”

“Yes, yes, what are they?”

His first attendant licks his lips nervously. “Well for starters, Jeongin is going to have a mental breakdown if Doongi scratches his face one more time. Your pets--”

“My family.”

“...Your family is getting antsy being cooped up in the carriage for so long.”

A hissing can be heard in the distance, followed by Jeongin’s muffled scream. Minho sighs.

“Fine, Fine…” He glances tentatively at his soon-to-be bride. “We’ll stop at the next fork in the road and switch passengers. I will ride with the children and Jeongin can accompany Princess Y/n until we arrive.” 

“Very good, Your Majesty.”

Minho makes a face, suddenly. “...It shouldn’t be long now, yes?” ((After all, you and Chan did WALK into town.)) “What’s taking so long? How much farther?”

Seungmin looks a bit grave. “...That’s...the other thing I wished to speak to you about.”

“???”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You can hear the shouting from your new location inside a smaller (yet still quite plush and fancy) carriage that’s covered in cat fur...and a pitiful attendant with a bloodied face

“So we’ve been traveling in circles this whole TIME?!?!”

Oof

That kind of anger didn’t bode well for whoever’s plan this was

“Ahh…we’re so sorry, Your Majesty! But the guard won’t let us through! They refused to take us seriously when we proclaimed to be the Fire Nation escorting the Princess home…”

The Fire King let out a groan.

You zoom your attention on the boy before you, holding a dampened cloth of alcohol to his face and hissing as it makes contact with several wounds. Poor guy is young, and he couldn’t be too much younger than you. Give or take three to four years.

“M-mm-m, mm mm-mm mm m.”

He looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues. Which, quite frankly, you may as well be. “...What?”

“Mm mmm, m-mm-m, mm mm-mm mm m!”

“.........”

Peering left and then right, he makes sure both curtains are closed before leaning forward and pulling down the cloth over your face. You cough a bit, spitting out pieces of string and fabric and the dry taste in your mouth. “...”

“......” Jeongin seems to be admiring you in a new sort of light. It’s a bit weird, but flattering. “Um, what was it that you tried to say?”

You look him dead in the eye, which is somewhat hard to do, but your anger helps you manage. Jeongin winces backward, something twitching in his mind. “I said, if I were you, I would blow this joint.”

“.........” Jeongin glances down at his shoes, staring hard at the laces. He seems to be taking your words quite seriously, though you’d half meant them as a joke. “...I’m in no position to do such a thing. Just thinking about it is treason.”

“Treason? For having thoughts? You don’t have any mind readers in your country, do you?”

Slowly, he shakes his head no. It was kinda cute how seriously he was taking your words...and a bit sad, too. “No, we don’t dwell in psychics or anything supernatural. But the author of this story has been kinda thinking about making a supernatural au for some time now--”

“Huh?”

“Hmm?”

“.........”

A rapping comes at the carriage door. Jeongin acknowledges it with a nod. “...Never mind.” He opens the window. There, again, was Seungmin’s floating head alongside a ball of fire.

“His Majesty Pain-in-the-Ass is being difficult again. Imagine that. He wants us to make camp and then plans on playing the martyr card come tomorrow morning.”

“...He expects us to camp out in the woods?”

“That’s the order.”

Jeongin groans. He leans back in his seat, tossing the rag down in frustration. “...Maybe I really should consider running away…are you hiring, by chance?”

It was meant to be a joke. But you take it all too seriously.

“Why, yes, actually, I am.” :))))))))))

“....................”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

And so that is how you have now ended up here

In front of a roaring fire

All comfy cozy in the new fleece pajamas Jeongin and Seungmin sewed for you out of one of Minho’s extra capes and some “spare” fabrics

Sipping some freshly pressed apple juice and flipping through King Minho’s edition of Royalty Daily

Seungmin, to your left, is fashioning you a new pair of slippers that you can wear both indoors and out and will feel as if you never stepped out of bed

And Jeongin, to your right, slowly moving an electric fan around your face, in a pleasant manner that wasn’t at all distracting

It was glorious, really ٩(˘◡˘)۶

You never imagined being so relaxed in an enemy camp held hostage, even if you were a Princess…

...The only thing sour was the sour look of King Minho brooding at the other side of the fire.

“What is the meaning of this?” he hisses, eyes flitting back and forth between his two former attendants and you in-between. “Why aren’t the two of you doing your normal duties?”

“We are doing our normal duties,” Seungmin explains, snipping the thread he was working with.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Are you defying me right now?!”

Minnie scoffs. “Defying? You? Wouldn’t dream of it, Sire.”

“......” Minho dramatically rose from his seat, snatching a slipper off the boy’s lap. “Then what is the meaning of this,” he demands, shaking it about. You notice from a new angle of lighting the cute white polka dots patterned along dark pink fabric. Adorable. “Why are you...restyling my slippers?!”

Seungmin gives a reputable glare, snatching the slipper right back in the sassiest way possible, and dusts it carefully, as if it were tainted by the mere touch of another. “These are not for you, dear King. They are for My Lady, Princess Y/n.”

O-O

Now surely you can imagine, the look on Minho’s face is not a good one. “They’re… They… Y-Your whAT?!?!”

“SHHHHHHH!!!” Jeongin chimes. “Lord Zuko, you must keep your voice down! The Princess is trying to read, and she has sensitive hearing!” >:((

“.........”

(✿︶‿︶)

*Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp*

You sip that apple juice like it’s the sweetest tonic out there

And Minho, stunned, can only watch...until he throws down his foot and starts having an unroyaly absurd hissy fit

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR PRINCESS?! SHE’S MY BRIDE, AND THE HOSTAGE!!! And what do you think the two of you are doing?! What are you saying?!? Have you...are you telling me you switched sides?!?!”

“Well…”

“We aren’t telling you, we were hoping you’d get the memo by watching.”

!? “ARRRGH!!!”

._____.

The three of you watch with second-hand embarrassment, along with a couple of nearby guards, until

The King has to pause mid-fit

For a rustling in the bushes pulls his attention aside-- along with the others.

Minho seems to gain his composure surprisingly quickly. With serious glint in his eyes, he pulls his sword, in unison with the surrounding army he’d brought.

Behind you, Jeongin respectfully pulls you close, Seungmin brandishing his own blade and standing protectively before you.

You’re confused, almost, at how high the tension had magically become

You can feel Jeongin’s heartbeat against you back, and the silence amid the rustle is deafening

A single bead of sweat rolls down your neck…

And then evaporates when a field mouse screeches at the glinting of sharp metal objects and flees. 🗿💧

“Oh...false alarm…” the Fire King sighs. His army groans, reupholstering their swords and spears

And then jump in surprise at the ambush that comes after

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

I know we’re 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ flying through this story kinda fast now but just hang tight

Cause a few familiar faces had come to save the day B))

Familiar faces known as Sir Changbin, Newly-awarded Knight Jisung, and brother who loved you a little too much, Felix

The way your brother’s sword clashed with Minho’s as your new attendants hurried you into the awaiting cart was a sight to behold

And you could still hear the screams of startled men even now :(((

Luckily Felix held a philosophy unlike your father to not cause any permanent damage at all costs, so no casualties occurred; just a lot of smoke-bombing and a few cuts and bruises

Then there was Jisung, who had to hang on to the roof bc he went flying during the ambush and landed in a tree and there just wasn’t enough time to get him inside so Changbin had to snap a branch and let him fall on top...but

You know

No casualties :))))

“Are you okay?!?!” Felix is demanding, checking you face, your neck, your hands. You sigh and shake your head, which at first he takes as a no and has a small panic attack but you give him a little shove followed by a hug

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I was gone for so long...but thank you for saving me.” <3

Felix hugs you back, though a grim look resides on his face. “I’m gonna have a serious talk with Chan. I can’t believe he just left you out in the city-- or the forest-- to find your own way home in the dead of night when you’ve scarcely left the palace before!”

!!!

You jump back, startling him a bit. “Chan didn’t leave me! Please...don’t be mad at him.”

“Wha?” He lists his head. “Then what happened?”

“......” Oops. “I...I left him. I thought I could make it back on my own.”

His arms cross. “And what the heck made you think that?”

>:((((((((

At this, you almost felt a sense of defiance. Almost.

Felix didn’t think you could make it on your own?! You?!? A twenty-something year old young woman?!?!?

...Well he was right because you had absolutely no sense of direction except where the shampoo was in your royal bathroom 😔

BUT HE DIDN’T HAVE TO RUB IT IN Y’KNOW?!?!

“I--!”

“You? Yes?”

“......”

“......”

“......” Sigh. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you...but first you have to let my friends go.”

The screen pans over to Seungmin and Jeongin, tied back to back with apples shoved in their mouths. Seungmin stared a hole into Felix’s head while Jeongin was actually making some decent progress getting a bite out of the apple to free himself...until some juice went down the wrong pipe and he started choking.

“RhUK--!!!”

“Your friends?” The prince huffs. “These are the Fire Lord’s attendants. I’ve met them on two occasions in the past. Trust me, they aren’t your...friends.”

You stamp your foot, to which everyone comically flinched. Outside, Han howled at the branches slapping him in the face and the dust in his eyes. “They work for me now, and they’re my friends!!! 😤😤 So let them go right now or I’ll push them out and roll out of here right beside them!”

“!!!”

Felix couldn’t have this, so

He gets to untying, and once freed, the four of you sit on the empty cart floor: you and your attendants on one side, Felix on the other. He exchanges a few words with Changbin up front and Han still on the roof before settling down for your story

“We should be arriving to the west gates shortly. Also, Han is fine, so don’t worry about him. Tell me everything that happened.”

You do. You start from the beginning, with Chan, and the wonderful time the two of you shared. Then you tell him about the village, and how lovely window shopping was, and the moment that all came to a halt. You explain Christopher’s Garden, the aging man who sleepily walked out the front door, the exchange that occurred between him and Chan...the way they embraced. You’d felt so happy but out of place, you decided to venture off and give them the privacy they very much deserved.

Then you come around to Minho. How you’d tried to run, but only made it so far thanks to your new mortal enemy, rocks. You’d become a hostage, and you quickly rush through the rival king’s evil(?) plan to lie his way to victory.

And, of course, you mention the proud and wise decision of his most loyal and trusted adversaries switching sides and how good you are at making friends (ღ˘⌣˘)♥ so that happened

By the time you get through the whole (short? Not really) story, the six of you have arrived at (Castle’s) West Gate.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

M E A N W H I L E

In the past tense bc the author’s random switching is a meme

A certain evil(?) king named Minho was angry

You can understand, right?

I mean, his future bride had escaped, his former friends(?) betrayed him, and he got his ass beat pretty flawlessly by some punk prince who didn’t even injure him that badly...ON PURPOSE

This was a DISASTER

A TOTAL NIGHTMARE

😭😭😭

SCREW THIS HE WAS GOING TO BE VICTORIOUS WITH CHAMPAGNE POURING OVER US AND ALL HIS FRIENDS AND HE WOULD BE GLORIOUS NO MATTER WHAT

In fact, he was following the trail with a few uninjured guards as he spoke

“Keep following the tracks,” he demanded from the window of his carriage. Doongi, Soongi, and Dori all meowed in agreement. “I want those fools hand-tied and the princess back in her station before the sun rises. Is that clear?”

“Crystal, Sir!!!” They all cried. Minho scoffed, closing the window and falling back exhaustively in his seat

He messaged his temples...since Jeongin wasn’t there to do it for him

How did this happen?

How could he lose?

How could he let you and the others just escape like that...and fall for such a subtle, dumb trick?

Also…...there was the matter of his childish behavior from before

In front of the princess, his future wife

His friends

His army

……

That really hadn’t been like him at all

He just...was so stressed lately

And exhausted

Did he mention exhausted?

What time was it, like, 1 am???

That might be fine for you, but normally this king had his ass under covers by 11 pm

He could scarcely keep his eyes open were it not for all the rocks and potholes and--

…

And the curious young man that just stumbled out into the road.

Minho leaned forward, staring through the open front window, squinting in the darkness to make out a face; was that one of the boys? Was that Seungmin, or Jeongin perhaps?

It certainly didn’t sound like it-- the sap was calling out a name, and seemed to be dressed in tattered old clothes. Probably a peasant looking for his lost sheep or dog.

But then his men pulled the carriage closer, since that previous battle had spooked all the horses away, and Minho was able to make out a name: “Y/n!!! Princess, say, “here I am!!!””

…………

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gottem.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

To be continued...maybe.

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[grabthemhorns-old]

Smut Alphabet - Diavolo

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- very attentive, almost leaning on adoration. Long, laboured strokes across your limbs as you recover; gentle kisses by your ear, your wrist; wrapping his wings around you in a gentle blanket that barely touches, your skin so sensitive, but the action comforting. He’s someone with a LOT of energy, and it takes a while for him to wind down after. But you soon can’t do without his rhythmic motions as he unwinds.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- Diavolo loves his chest. He’s very happy to walk around shirtless, showing off his tattoos. That extends to his arms too. And when you pay particular attention to either, it’s like wrapping a leash around him - he’s yours.  -For partner, it’s shoulders, neck and back. He’s very into Devildom’s appreciation of the back and spine (I HC that the back and spine are admired and desired in Devildom, especially by other species and lower ranking demons who want to attract a High Demon. They decorate them with jewels, tattoos; accentuate the back with specific clothing etc) - especially since he’s the highest ranking demon in Devildom.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Dia often prefers to finish inside. He loves to feel that connection with your body as he fills you up. But, he also has a big thing about finishing on your back and you cumming on his chest.  Please, hell, cum on his chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He likes to jack off in public places.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- Diavolo knows what he’s doing. Being the Prince of Devildom, he’s never had trouble getting what he wants, with who he wants. But it’s always been hollow, lonely. With you, it’s real.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- He loves to do you from behind, clawing at your back (if you’re okay with that), kissing your neck, and letting his wings spread. But in honesty, he loves to let you take charge more often. Relinquishing control and trust to you so he’s on his knees or lying on his back looking up while you ride.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Diavolo flits between a fierce intensity, and the lighthearted humour that he also carries day to day. During those intense moments is when you can feel and start to understand the darker side of him that you know is there, and why he carries the title of Prince of Hell. You sometimes wonder if he’s afraid to show you it. But during sex, it’s there. You see it, feel it, and coax it out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- Very well groomed and trimmed. Diavolo cares about how he presents himself, above and below.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- From the start, Diavolo’s intimacy is intense. He’s not afraid to show his romantic feelings and attraction. He wants you to know, to feel, and it only heightens the moment, making you heady, giddy, happy. The Prince wants to make you feel like the Queen.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- He does it quite regularly, and has a big thing about being watched while doing so, and doing it during inane moments like when you’re reading a book, or making a drink or food or tidying.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Voyeurism, which we’ve covered. Diavolo loves to have eyes on him.  He also enjoys bondage a lot. Especially having his wings bound. The loss of control, the stripping of his status to you is such a turn on. It extends to shibari too. The intimacy in the act something that he especially loves and it blossoms your relationship, as he uses it as a time to talk with you. Quietly, gently, intimately.  Roleplay! Diavolo loves fun, he has a vivid, exciting imagination and would absolutely be up for roleplaying with you. From the simple doctor patient scenario, to something pulled from a human world fantasy show or game where you both play the characters, starting from ‘bumping into eachother’ during the day, and playing out a whole scenario that leads to the bedroom. Diavolo just loves to play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- Places outside the bedroom are Diavolo’s favs. Tables, walls, the garden(!!), classrooms, office, you get the idea. He loves the thrill of someone catching you both and being seen.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- Touch especially. Diavolo is a very affectionate person, and having it reciprocated as much as he gives is a huge turn on. Strokes along his arm, fingers curling around his shoulder; tapping his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos you know, but can’t see; fixing his hair, squeezing his thigh, while you slip a hand between and inch up, up.  He loves listening to you talk about what you love. When you’re passionate about something - even if it makes you angry - it really does it for Diavolo. He loves people showing their love, especially you. And probably one of the biggest things - laughter.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- As a demon, there’s little they won’t do if you’re up for it ;) Lack of motivation from you would be a turn off - say if you’re only doing it to please him. He wants you to enjoy it just as much as him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- He loves to please, to hear you moan because of him. He prefers to give, especially if you ask, so he’s sinking on his knees.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Diavolo’s default is sensual, but not necessarily slow. It matches his usual bright, fun energy. However, there are times he will be rough and fast, when his darker side pushes through, when the claws are out, when the wings snap wide, when he bites.  When you take control, however, you dictate the pace. And he loves when you do that. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Diavolo is a fan of quickies. It ties in well with his voyeur and outside kink.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Whatever you are up for, Diavolo is up for too. Being a demon, there is very little that is no. Taking risks is part of the fun, and his kinks. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- As long as you can go, Diavolo can go. When you first experienced demon stamina, you could barely move the next day, your body in a delicious ache. And now, you couldn’t be more thankful for it, nor could he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- Diavolo doesn’t have that many toys. You probably introduce him to more toys, if that’s your thing. Diavolo is a very��‘do things with his own two hands’ demon. And that extends way into sex. He’s delightfully skilled with his hands and tongue, feeling an ache of satisfaction and joy when he feels you climax against his skin. But, when you introduce him to toys, he finds the fun in them. Especially the type you can wear under your clothes and the partner can control ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He prefers to be teased more. Having attention on him from you is delicious, and he wants more, more, more. You both love to play a game of how long he will last. But when you start playing with his chest and arms - he doesn’t last long. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- Diavolo is fairly quiet. Because he enjoys sex outside and in public places so often, he’s learned to keep the volume down. He enjoys keeping you quiet too with a hand, or letting you bite onto his shoulder or arm.  His moans are smooth, sublime, the deep quality of his voice pushing through with his pleasure. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Diavolo doesn’t mind sharing. He is up for a threesome or more, especially if he’s the centre, the filling, and all attention is on him. But on the flip, he’d love to fill you with pleasure with another, feel you writhe between two bodies, moaning, groaning, as you’re wrapped in wings, in tails.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- Demon cocks relate to their visage. They have scales? So does their cock.  With Diavolo, his cock has ridges in a single line from hilt to tip, with the tip elongated more than a humans - like his horns. His tattoos extend across his cock too, the black lines circling the thick flesh. It isn’t straight up and down, but thicker at the base, then thinner, then thicker again, the texture rougher than you’re used to. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- Diavolo probably yearns for attention more than sex. But that yearning often leads to sex. He wants to be seen, to be known, to be wanted; needed. And when he feels the latter two especially, his sex drive is off the charts. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Diavolo has often struggled with sleep due to the expectations of his position and life; due to the loneliness, despite the crows. But now afterwards with you, he’s never slept better, nor sounder.  He does love to wait until you’re asleep first though, to hold you close, to feel your fragile beauty breathe against him, wrapped so lightly in a wing, sometimes too scared to touch.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me dia #obey me headcanons #obey me masters #desdi writes #diavolo

[rottenrodentruby]

And now... Pinky Suavo headcanons because I can~ <333

While purple is his favorite color, he also loves red and pink.

Valentines Day is his favorite holiday

Likes the lovecore aesthetic

Wears both cologne and perfume (mostly the ones with a rosey fragrance)

Would definitely wear makeup (I can see him using eyeliner and purple eyeshadow for his lavish looks)

Suavo sleeps with a pair of purple satin silk pajamas on with a matching eyemask. The top is long sleeved and buttoned loosely with black frills at the end of the sleeves. The bottoms are shorts also with black frills.

Suavo wears his usual purple robe loosely because oooo seggsy aaaAAAAAAAAAA-

Loves to read angsty romance novels. And ones that are steamy don’t @ me-

Bisexual chad like all Pinkies

Theater kid (totally did not steal that headcanon from Sil-)

A very dapper gentleman who respects women. Take it or leave it.

Strawberry is his favorite ice cream flavor

LOVES alcoholic beverages. Mostly likes champagne, fancy liquor, wine (especially Rosé), vodka, cocktails and even alcohols that are considered “girly”.

Suavo likes to decorate things with roses despite Brain’s allergies.

Wears nail polish 💅

Is a good singer and would definitely do karaoke, love songs, and sing you serenades.

Suavo is a big ol’ softie for someone he loves inside and out and is very good at making the first mood and flirting.

Can dance very well. Not only do I imagine him being a disco man, I can also see him doing ballet and stuff like that.

Suavo purrs when he’s being fluffy with you and it’s the most soothing thing to listen to. You’re practically play dough.

Certified fashion icon he will rock any outfit he wears

His fur is silky smooth and soft~. It even smells good with whatever cologne/perfume he’s wearing.

A top. That is all. /j

Loves doing photo ops for magazine covers, albums, etc. he especially does pinups too~.

Bathes with bubble bath and rose petals in his water and candlelight because yes

Suavo would enjoy listening to smooth jazz to relax, even when he’s spending time with you.

Despite being skinny AF, he also has a little bit of muscle too! He can look like a twig and you can still grate cheese on his abs-

I just imagine Suavo doing tango with you

Likes to have latte and a croissant in the morning because French

Suavo will not tolerate anyone not pronouncing croissant as “kwason”

Not only can he sing he can rap 😎

I imagine that Pinky Suavo is an expert in therapeutic massage

Flexible AF

A very sassy boy

Okay, now I’ve recently seen people complaining that Pinky Suavo does not have his verbal tics and doesn’t show any neurodivergent qualities. My ADHD having ass begs to differ. Pinky is still neurodiverse even when he’s Suavo! So here’s why, along with some neurodiverse headcanons sprinkled in.

“Yeeeees~!” is his main verbal stim/tic.

He slicks his hair and ears back as a stim.

Dance, fashion, and music are his hyperfixations.

Suavo twirls his mustache like it’s a fun little fidget toy! <3

He’s hyper empathetic, especially towards someone he loves like you <3

Definitely would be the type of man to imagine badass andsexy music videos of himself to some music.

I can just imagine Suavo having texture issues when it comes to certain articles of clothing

Mumbles incoherent French to himself when he’s feeling overstimulated

Would definitely dance and/or sing as a stim

Wrist flicks as a stim

Still says narf, zort, poit, etc. but doesn’t do it in public very often because he fears he’ll be frowned upon for doing so.

Pinky Suavo does masking because he fears that nobody would like to see a celebrity being openly neurodiverse when that isn’t true.

Off topic but it pissed me off when the fangirls became disgusted by Pinky Suavo being neurodivergent and rejecting him. It shows how hurtful ableism can be, especially when it comes to media and the entertainment industry.

Suavo’s facial expressions would sometimes stay as one expression like some ND people have. Like his bedroom eye look for example.

Has no need to mask when he’s around you because he knows you love and support him

Now it’s time for some self indulgent simpy fluff headcanons so don’t throttle me I just love him a lot

Pinky Suavo loves it when you sit on his lap (he’s very comfy)

Pinky Suavo loves soft silky textures, even ones like your smooth warm skin. He loves to kiss it when he’s all cuddly and fluffy with you.

He will wrap his tail around your waist like it’s a belt of love

His body is so warm and snuggly and it’s perfect for cuddling

Suavo’s heartbeat is super soothing and it makes it fun for you to listen to

Suavo loves to give you neck kisses

Affectionate and passionate towards you at the same time

Playing with his mustache makes him a blushy and flustered mess

Loves to carry you and just hold you in his arms~

You and Suavo will discuss hyperfixations together with no end and no problems

Suavo loves to play with your hair. He’ll also style it all up, make it pretty and decorate it with rose hair clips (or better yet, flower crowns).

Pinky Suavo will not hesitate on pampering you. You’re like a little Barbie doll and he loves you a lot.

You would also flirt with him too. His charisma has rubbed off on you. And whenever you do flirt with him, he becomes all gushy and lovey doveyyy~.

To tease you, he says “narf” in a prolonged purring tone. Your legs become jelly and your skin is shrouded with goosebumps each time you hear it.

H A N D H O L D I N G

Calls you fluffy pet names like mon amour, mon cheri, rose blossom, baby, deary, darling, etc.

You would also give him pet names too. He LOVES that.

Cuddles and hugs you like a koala when you and him sleep together. He wants to be as close and snug to you as possible.

He will become H Y S T E R I C A L if anything bad happens to you, even when it’s a minor injury, like a paper cut.

If you’re ever having a bad day, Pinky Suavo will make the effort to comfort you until you’re feeling better again. Whether it be cuddling in a blanket and exchanging nuzzles and kisses, or a slow dance session alone with him in his bedroom.

Tummy is soft pillow,,,, S O M F T

Pinky Suavo wants to make every date with you impressive as possible when he really doesn’t have to. All that matters is that you love him and spending time with him. And him hearing you tell him that makes him so happy that he hugs you and kisses your face all over and AAAAAAAA-

cw // suggestive ................................................................................................................... Makeout sessions with Suavo are *chef’s kiss* c'est magnifique

Duets with Suavooooooooooo

He would definitely be the kind of man to feed you snacks on dates

Now I just imagine you and Suavo becoming so affectionate for each other you happy stim together~

Okay I think that’s all the headcanons I have! If there’s any more you would like me to add here, leave a reply under this post! Thanks and I hope you love this!

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[over-under-through1]

Master post + Introduction

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