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lily-drake · 3 years

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Thank you @johannaiii for letting me write this!!!! It was so much fun and it was a really good prompt!

Talia didn’t like the process of giving birth, in fact she loathed it. She swore she would never, and she meant never do it again. But when she was giving birth, and she found out that she was having twins, and she got to hold her children that she sacrificed and suffered for, she loved them. When she learned that one of them was a girl, she knew that her father would be furious and demand her death. So she immediately summoned one of the monks from the Tibetan temple that her father was allying with and gave them the girl. She demanded that they train her and protect, and that she would never, ever be mentioned to Ra’s. She even killed the nurses who helped her give birth to make sure that there was no one left who would know. It wouldn’t be hard to find replacements for them anyways, it’s not like their lives were significant. They had served out their use, now there was no need for them. When it was time she presented her son, Damian, to her father claiming him to be the only child and heir to the Demon’s Head. Ra’s was very pleased with her and she felt pride at being able to carry out her task properly that her father was very much pleased with her and her child.

Even though Marinette, as she had named the child before she had given her up, was no longer in the league, she made sure she was still in her daughter’s life. Once every year she left for “training” purposes with Damian and went to the ancient temple in Tibet to visit her daughter and make sure that the two siblings got to spend time with each other. Marinette was growing up so fast and the monks would report to her of her daughter’s progress. They told her that Marinette was destined for greatness and to be a powerful leader, and that pleased Talia greatly. The man in charge of her daughter's training, Master Wang Fu, would show her photos of her daughter and her accomplishments; she wished that she would be allowed to do the same for Damian. But the League and the Temple of Order, while partners, were two separate entities when it came to how they were trained and taught. She smiled as she saw her children sparing on the temple’s grounds, each assessing how strong the other had become since their last meeting a year ago.

They were both 6-years-old now, and Marinette had lost one of her top baby teeth. She wore the traditional light blue training robes the monks wore while Damian wore his traditional black and red armor with his katana sheathed on his back. She watched her children and a small smile graced her lips as she watched the two. They were opposites in almost everything, yet they were still so similar. Damian’s fighting was aggressive and forceful while Marinette’s focussed on out maneuvering and tiring out the opponent from a distance before striking where it hurt the most. Their personalities were like fire and ice with Damian being aggressive and mighty while Marinette was soft and humble. Damian was assertive and forceful in the way he spoke, while Marinette was gentle and descriptive. Though, like she said before they had many similarities that helped to cement their relationship. They both were very artistic, in battle they both would get up and personal with their challenger if given the opportunity, both were very intelligent and soaked everything up like a sponge, and both were highly competitive. The sound of metal being hit together sounded from the training grounds as Damian and Marinette fought with their respective weapons; Damian with his katana and Marinette with her two daggers.

“You’ve definitely improved since the last visit, 'ukht, but so have I.”

Damian announced as he went in to sweep his sister’s legs all while bringing his blade down towards her. Marinette used her daggers to lift Damian’s blade and flipped backwards as Damian tried to perform his strike. She was very flexible and graceful when she was in the air. It sometimes looked as if she were flying when she performed some of her stunts.

“Maybe you have, Xiōngdì, but I seem to still have the upper hand.”

Marinette replied with smugness dripping from her voice as her brother glared at her. Marinette carefully crafted her words to manipulate while Damian spoke his mind and used his to order and command. They were opposites, but they completed each other in a way few will ever know.

The day Damian and Talia were to begin their trek back down the mountain Fu ran up to Damian and placed a piece of paper in his hands. He bowed respectfully to the old man and looked at the picture. It was a picture the old man had taken a few days ago. Marinette was smiling brightly and had her arm around his shoulder while he had his arms crossed in front of him and leaned into his sister’s touch with a small smirk. They were both in their training clothes and stood in front of the mountains that hid and protected the Temple of Order. He smiled at it and glanced at his sister who was waving goodbye with a big sad smile. He simply nodded and left not knowing that this would be the last time he would for many years that he would lay eyes on her once again.

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The Order, it was gone, destroyed! Marinette felt tears rush down her face as she watched her friends and mentors perish in the flames of miraculous magic gone astray. She could feel the cold wind passing by her as Master Fu dragged her away, but she couldn’t remove her gaze from her home that was falling into pieces. What would Damian think, she had to leave something for him to let him know she was okay! But she was never given the chance because she couldn’t pull away from her master. They were the last ones left, and Marinette couldn’t wrap her mind around it at all.

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Damian and Talia hiked the trial many months later, and as they neared the top they could sense something was definitely off. The top of the temple would usually be in view by now. When they finally reached the top they froze as they saw the ruins of the burned and destroyed temple in front of them. Talia was the first to break from her daze and ran to the ruins searching through them to find any remains of her daughter. Damian soon joined his mother, but it was no use. Damian and Talia believed the worst had happened to her, and with silent tears flowing down his face he stabbed his sword into the ground in front of the burnt remains and fell onto his knees in front of it. The sword would serve as a gravestone for the fallen warriors here, but it specifically would serve as Marinette’s grave marker. She was a brave warrior, one of the best, and she was gone now. Talia stood by her son’s side and soon kneeled in front of it as well with her hand placed on her son’s shoulder. As they traveled down the mountain Damian swore that he would never be vulnerable again, he would never care about anyone ever again, because the pain he felt was too intense and never wanted to feel it ever again.

So both He and Talia took on more missions, Talia was rarely at the base, always gone doing whatever her father needed. The training in Tibet never happened again, and Damian grew closer to his grandfather. He trained harder, attacked ruthlessly, and channeled all his pain and rage into his strikes. He held onto the photo that Fu had given him of the two of them so many years ago. He had it tucked away in a secret place in his room where no one would ever find it, because he wanted to keep her with him in some way. Never again, he wouldn’t be hurt like before ever again.

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Marinette lived with Master Fu in a tea parlor under the guise of Marin Fu. She helped him run his parlor and distribute his charms to the people through the teas she brewed while he placed charms on people through the massage therapy he did. Fu let her be home schooled as she already knew way more than any normal school could teach her. She would just be repeating things when she could be learning more new material. She was also taught how to better practice her magic and use the miraculous. She was going to be the new guardian one day, she was going to be the last guardian one day, and that thought scared her and brought back all of the nightmares. She locked that night and anything before the fire back up in her mind only remembering what she needed to when she needed to.

Fu wanted her to interact with people though, so with the money he made he sent her to a gymnastics class where she could still retain her skills and get better at them. She honestly loved the classes and she felt so free when she did them. Nobody could beat her, in fact she advanced to level 10 quickly and was well on her way to the elite by the time she was 13. And that’s when Hawkmoth struck Paris.

Lady Rouge and her partner Chat Noir made a decent team, but he was nowhere near her skill level which often annoyed her. He wasn’t a true black cat, her brother was. He was her balanced counterpart, and this cat was just a stand in. And as time went on the imbalance continued the boy became corrupted by the destructive energy of the ring. She had continually told Master Fu about it, but he would not listen. And then it was time for him to pass, and she became the grand guardian, the last grand guardian. Tears fell down the young 15-year-olds face as she watched her mentor's spirit leave him in his peaceful slumber. He was so old, and it was just his time for him to go, but now she had nowhere to go, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hello, M’lady.”

Chat Noir said in a flirty tone as he spun his staff as if the speed he was doing it at would impress her.

“Hello, Chat.”

She replied terse with her arms crossed in front of her as she leaned on the railing of the Eiffel Tower and gazed at the sky that held little stars due to all of the lights of the city below them.

“Are you not excited to see your soulmate? Come on M’lady,”

He said grabbing one of her hands with a large smile and deep voice,

“let me take you out somewhere, just the two of us.”

It took everything in Marinette not to break his wrist in that moment, but she had to play along.

“Okay.”

Chat’s eyes widened and his leather tail began to move side to side in an excited manner.

“W-wait, really?!”

“You know what, ya. This week has been really tough and I could use it.”

Chat’s smile turned into a smirk and a dark twinkle lit up his eyes. He took a step back and held his hand, his ringed hand, out for her to take. SHe smiled at him gently and innocently and took his hand, and as he was about to pull her forward she took hold of the rings and ripped her hand off, taking the ring with her. There was a blonde boy with green eyes staring at her with shock and hurt written all over his face, then eventually anger.

“I am revoking you from being able to wield the Black Cat Miraculous. You are not compatible to wield this power as you are not my balanced counterpart. The ring has been corrupting and harming you after all of your exposure to it when you are not the right one to wear it while I hold the earrings. Thank you for the help you have given me in the past, but I’m afraid that I can not risk hurting you any longer.”

The boy stared at her with wide shocked eyes and nodded. She could see that he too had now noticed the change as with the ring it didn’t feel like he changed at all. She helped him get to his house and left after shaking his hand and thanking him one last time for his help. And as she was about to leave the property she heard the sound of something above her opening and through the now open window she saw an akuma flying out of it.

She quickly caught the akuma and crashed through the glass window into the dark room. Before Hawkmoth could even realize what had happened she had tied him up in her yo-yo and he was pinned in place with the tight cord. If she pulled it any tighter it would cut into his skin and draw blood. She grabbed the broach from the middle of the suit --which was as hideous as his akuma designs, if not worse-- and watched the man detransform making sure the camera on her yo-yo recorded the whole thing.

“You will be subject to the curse of whatever your abused kwami sees fit for you, and then the people of Paris will have you.”

Was all she said as she brought the man onto his knees so he could properly respect the kwami and the God’s they are. Nooroo appeared and stared down at the man in front of him with an angered fiery glare.

“Gabriel Agreste, you have abused me and my miraculous for too long! I bring upon a curse upon you, that no one will ever believe a word you say, and that your craft of manipulation will only work against you!”

And with that, pain courses through Gabriel and the wings of a butterfly were branded on the left side of his chest just above his heart. She left soon after that and sent the footage for the police. She watched from a distance as the police took him in, and told one of the officers that Adrien was innocent and had no connection to his father’s scheme. Once she was sure Gabriel would not be able to escape his justice she pulled the horse miraculous from her yo-yo and summoned a portal to wherever she needed to be next.

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Damian was in the cave training when Todd burst in and began to run towards him with a stupid smug grin on his face. Damian rolled his eyes and watched Todd stop in front of him holding something small and flimsy in his hand.

“Demon Spawn,”

He breathed out, his smug smile growing wider,

“Did you have a girlfriend in the league?”

Damian was….confused. He had no such thing, but as Todd showed him the thing in his hand his blood froze. It was the photo of him and Marinette. How did he find it?! Why did he even have it?!

“Give it back, Todd.”

Damian growled lowly hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

“She is! Guys, Damian had a-“

He tackled Jason after that and wrestled the photo out of his grip and held it close to him. He glared daggers at Todd and made absolutely sure that the old photo was still intact. Once he was sure. Todd was back on his feet and Damian had the urge to run him through with his sword for daring to rummage through his belongings and to dare touch his picture. He opened his mouth to spit out fiery words of anger, when a portal opened right in front of Damian. A girl walked out of it and the portal immediately closed. It was absolutely silent in the cave as the other occupants who were also there stared at the person. The girl was rigid as she stared Damian directly in the eyes, and he felt a familiar pull to her.

“Kaalki, Tikki separate. Tikki spots off.”

She spoke quickly, and her voice, and those words, and he knew who she was. But that was impossible, because she had died, hadn’t she?! Arms wrapped around him and he could hear sniffles and he felt his arms wrap robotically around the small frame of his sister.

“Xiōngdì, I missed you so much! I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner! Th-the Order was destroyed and Fu woul-wouldn’t let me leave a message, and-and someone was misusing the Butterfly in France (sniff). And-and…..”

She took a long shaky breath in and sighed,

“I missed you so much.”

It took a while to realize that silent tears were falling down his face, and he hugged her even tighter against his chest. Because his sister, his twin sister was alive, and she hadn’t died in the fire and destruction of the temple.

“It’s okay, 'ukht. I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for a few precious moments before Todd yelled,

“What the f*!”

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360iris · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabets: Sirius Black (Poly!Marauders Edition)

In which Sirius is in a polyamorous relationship with James, Remus, yourself and Lily.

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the type that almost immediately launches into your specific after-sex routine. He’ll leave the holding and kissing part to the others while he gets warm rags and a pitcher of water.

Makes sure you’re all cleaned up and having a clean set of sleeping clothes on; might even fix your hair so it’s not all over your head depending on how crazy the night was.

Very much the quietly caring type.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite aspect of himself is his hair, he devotes so much time, money and care into keeping it soft and long. He loves when you or the others play in it (despite how many times he might grumble, it’s an act). Not to mention when he’s giving oral and you pull at his roots? He’ll work even harder to please you.

His favorite aspect of you are your hands. He loves that you’re almost all hands, always subconsciously grabbing for him; it makes him feel wanted, needed even. Enjoys when your hands are in his hair, holding his own, or mischievously drifting over his thighs.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves seeing you swallow, there’s just something hot about it that gets him going? He also gets a kick out of coming on your chest, thighs or butt? It’s probably a marking territory type of thing.

D - Dirty Secret

Extreme throat fucking is probably his favorite way to get off. Forcing himself down your throat until your lips are touching his base and then holding you there by the hair at the base of your neck until you’re crying from the strain? Most definitely his thing.

When he has to pull out for a second to let you cough and try to catch your breath, he’d 100% spend the time degrading you.

“It wasn’t even that long, stop you sniveling and get back over here. Didn’t you say you wanted to be good for me?”

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very! Probably the most experienced out of all the Marauders.

The man is downright gorgeous, with the darkest onyx locks that fall past his shoulders; not to mention a tongue and wit that’s sharper than a sword. Interested partners flocked to him and he got plenty of physical use out of those encounters, but he never paid mind to them emotionally. His heart was set on particular group of dummies.

He knows what he’s doing and knows how to pinpoint what you like by watching your reactions. He’s very adaptable and changes his approach around your needs. A very sexually intelligent and intuitive partner.

F - Favorite Position

Doggy style for when you’re being punished, it’s a way to distance the intimacy and focus on the act. Also allows for easy spankings.

The Ballet Dancer and the Upstanding Citizen are his usual go-to positions bc they allow for face-to-face interaction.

He loves getting to see your reactions during sex, not only does it allow him to gauge how to best please you, but also gives him a sense of satisfaction to see you come undone up close.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?)

His during sex humor is usually derived from him degrading you. He’ll laugh at you for how whiny and needy you’re being or for how quickly you came. He enjoys being a sarcastic asshole.

H - Hot Spots (A place that drives them crazy when touched)

Massaging his scalp really gets him going regardless of if he’d directly admit it or not. The second your fingers begin caressing gentle circles in his hair, he’s melting into a puddle. Very puppy of him to be honest.

Rubbing the back of his ears probably gets him too, I have a feeling they’re quite sensitive to touch.

I - Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantically?)

His intimacy is very serious, all lingering steely stares, face-to-face closeness and caressing of your hips. His love is quietly passionate and searing.

Because of his childhood and being disowned at sixteen, he’s been very weary of caring about others. He had Remus and James and that was enough for him. He could love them freely and know it wouldn’t burn him.

With you however, he couldn’t begin to control his love. The way you seemed to understand who he was at his core. The way he could love you no matter the weather or the consequences. The way your opinion of him never swayed, even when he was hurting the most.

His love for you is the unsung and unspoken kind, no need for the words because you can feel his adoration through his actions. Through his unwavering stares and tender caresses.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s not obsessed with it, but if he’s feeling particularly overstimulated in the mornings or after a Quidditch match, he just might stroke himself in the showers. He could also be into the idea of mutual masturbation.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Impact play + sadism

He enjoys seeing the aftermath of sex. The bruises on your thighs, love-bites on your neck and the lingering redness on your butt.

Corruption kink

Remus was the first partner you’d had before he’d introduced you to his friends. Sirius loved seeing how they slowly trained you into becoming more confident and sexually aware.

Degradation

The process of getting you to point where all your inhibitions are abandoned and the only thing you can even think of wanting is him, thrills him like no other. All shame, embarrassment or guilt gone.

Voyeurism

Whether it’s in an abandoned classroom, the library or an empty hallway, he loves the anticipation; the paranoia and pleasure in your eyes.

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere but his favorite has to be abandoned classrooms. Your button-up wrinkled, skirt hiked up and figure bent over a desk. What can be better than that?

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

His love for you motivates him like no other. The need to see you under him with watery eyes and puffy lips begging him to do something, anything.

N - No (Something they won’t do, turn offs)

Big no to bodily fluids that aren’t spit. Doesn’t do CNC, he wants his partners to be eager and willing so even the act of genuinely not wanting it turns him off.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s fine with either because they give him a different sense of pleasure. He’s very observant so once he’s assessed what pleases you the most, he leans into that hard until you’re shaking.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Slow but impacting, allowing you both to savor the way he slides into you. The pain of the stretch but also the pleasure of the veins and ridges of his length.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

He’s definitely not the type to say no to a quickie unless he’s intentionally playing a long game. Usually he has no problem pulling you away from to group to fuck in a random broom closet.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc?)

He’s all for trying new positions or fucking in different locations. By no means is he vanilla.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Three rounds at most on a good day! He could probably last an hour or two, with foreplay and all.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)

He has dildo for himself when he wants to masturbate or for when he lets you peg him. The rest of the toys are for the sole purpose of overstimulation either you or himself.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

A teaser one hundred percent! The power edging gives him over you is intoxicating. Denying you release until you’re sobbing makes him overly giddy. Definitely the time when he’s smiling the widest.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Grunts, curses and sighs are the most you can get from him regularly. Introducing vibrators can easily change that however.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s secretly into pet play? Loves reminding you that bunnies don’t make noise. You can bet on pastel collars, lingerie and tail butt plugs (if you’re into of course.)

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes)

A very lean torso, he’s not insanely built but definitely has firm muscles. Very nice abs from all those years of obsessively playing Quidditch.

His penis is about 6-7 inches hard, a few veins along the length of it with a protruding, pink tip.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average, he’s not always thinking about sex but he’d never turn down an advance from you or the others. I’d say a healthy amount.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Pretty quickly? He’s not one to stay up chatting so I’d drift off after making sure you’re all comfy and properly taken care of.

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shatteredatthealtarofwinchester · 3 years

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Umm, wait. It's more a 15x20 rant than an analysis. I'll call it... a ranalysis. 😏

I just saw J*reds last online panel again, where he called the finale "magical full circle storytelling". 15x20 is his "favourite episode ever" because he "is a fan of good storytelling". Uh-huh... Okay. So the following just was built on pure rage. This makes it more of a rant than an analysis. As usual. You guys know me.

Well. There are various possibilities here, Jared. Possibility A is, you are lying, what I do not believe. To lie that obvious you have to be a talented actor, which you are not. Possibility B is, you really think that way. You believe, the finale was "magical full circle storytelling" and you actually loved it, it was indeed your favourite episode. This again brings me to the only conclusion: You have no fucking idea about good storytelling, not even decent storytelling.

Lets look at every single ending, shall we?

Dean. We all know you think Deans death was a "success story." You think that Dean "ultimately gave his life for his number one on planet." I am sitting here, laughing in pain. First of all, let me say that Dean didn't died for Sam, Jared. He didn't took a bullet for Sam or sacrificed himself or whatsoever. He died in the most ridiculous accident I've ever seen. But lets go back to the very start.

Dean’s childhood was highly abusive. Dean was 4 years old when he saw his mother burning alive and learned that monsters are real. In that age he developed PTSD and stopped talking. Dean had a childhood with a father that was an alcoholic and physically and mentally abusive, who had believed that Dean had a “killer instinct". When Dean was about 6 years old, John forced him into a nurturing role for Sam. In the same age Dean was forced into the soldiers role as well when John taught him how to shoot and hunt. Dean had to obey orders without questioning. If he acted “out of line,” (aka something John didn’t like) John chewed him out or left them alone. Dean was trained to be Daddy’s blunt instrument. Dean gave up his own life to keep Sam safe, because he had no other choice. More than a brother Dean had to be a father and a mother to Sam. He suppressed everything, every psychological pain, every emotion, he just lived to protect Sam and to obey as Johns blunt soldier. Short: Dean gave up HIMSELF for Sam and John. Not because Dean wanted to, because he was forced into it! Dean hated himself, he was suicidal. He was convinced he isn’t worthy of anything, especially not being loved. Dean never had a life for his own, never had a choice, never had a chance, never had own original thoughts, never felt safe or loved. He was used to being left. He felt like he was nothing. Worthless. He was dead inside. Broken. You get what I mean, Jared? Since you own a mental health campaign, you should. And guess what Dean did? He kept fighting. Despite everything, he kept fighting. And his mindset slowly changed. He understood that his father was an abusive bastard, he unterstood that he was forced into a life he never wanted. He understood that he is more than that, that he is not like John. He changed. He opened up. He even wanted to retire. And now it gets interesting, because something happened that REALLY is the start of magical full circle storytelling. Something in Deans mind clicked while Cas' confession. His confession was fundamental to Dean to finally accept his own goodness and the value of his life and love, of his identity. It was the moment of breaking free of the structure that had controlled and corrupted him his entire life. It was the only way out of his abusive and traumatizing cage to experience something for his own the very first time. For the first time in his life he had a chance. A choice. The start of his very own life. Free will, baby! Well, no. Because exactly in that moment he stumbled into a nail and died. Do you even realize how dumb this is? Do you even realize what you did? Wait, it gets worse. Yeah, that's possible, even if you dont believe it. In heaven he goes right back to the life he has spent his whole journey learning to free himself from: Left only with the persons he had been forced, time and time again, to sacrifice his identity, goals, and soul for. None of the family, support, or love, nothing he has built or chosen for himself remains. This is not magical full circle storytelling, Jared. This is abysmal pointless butchering. This has NOTHING, not a single percent of magical or good storytelling! YOU call that magical? YOU call that a success? Seriously, what shit are you on? If it would've been full circle storytelling, there is not one single fucking possibility that Dean would've died in the end. I don't know whats going on in your twisted brain, but Deans death never was and never will be a success. To make it magical full circle storytelling, he MUST have been the one who survives and overcomes his trauma (and raise a certain someone from perdition.)

Sam. He's actually the one who kinda got the best ending, huh? I mean, it was fucking horrific, but it was the best if you compare it to the others. When Sam was young, he wanted a normal life far away from hunting, while the truth is, Sam always was more like John than Dean ever will be. Over time his mindset clearly changed. He even said: "When Dean came to get me at school, I told myself, one last job, you know, (...) it was always one more job and then I was gonna go back to law and to my life. I guess, I really understand now that THIS is my life. And I love it." Sam couldn't imagine a normal life anymore. He had the chances for that and he declined. He loved hunting. He loved working and making progress with the BMOL, he very much enjoyed being a MOL and even took the lead often. I can clearly picture Sam as the lead of a rebuilt version of the MOL, that would've made sense. What did Sam get? Right, the ending he didn't wanted anymore, but since we yeet every single development of every single character out of the window, Sam has to be Season 1 Sam again, BUT with a fancy party wig! And there he is! And what a happy life he lives, exactly what he wanted, woohoo! So much joy, so much fun! Oh look, there is BlurryWife™, who Jared made sure is not Eileen, because “Dean wouldn’t want Sam to be with Eileen”. But wait, didn't Dean wanted Sam to be with Eileen? Didn't Dean literally said: "If it was to work, Eileen, you know... She gets it, she gets us, she gets the life. You could do worse. And she could certainly do better, like SO much better. I'm happy for you, Sammy." Yeah, NO. This was just a writing AND acting AND producing mistake and had no matter at all. *cough* So... As you can see, magical storytelling strikes again. I can feel the magic, I can feel the full circle, it's... Amazing...

Castiel. Castiels story was magical, it was mindblowing. I've never in my entire life seen such a meaningful and deep storyline and I mean this. It's fucking massive. There is this blunt angel soldier, one of the post powerful forces, who was built to blindly obey, who lived for aeons of years, who wasn't supposed to feel anything, but he fell for a broken, suicidal, abused human who never felt loved or worthy the very moment he touched him. He fell so hard he rebelled against his own race, against his own family, against everything he had without any safety. He was the ONLY one in Chuck-knows-how-many universes who GREW outside of Chucks CONTROL! His love was so fucking massive, it couldn't be controlled by the God who built every-fucking-thing. Chuck built millions(?) of parallel universes, heaven, hell, life, death, purgatory, the empty, he created every single being, the light, darkness, every single angel, demon, leviathan, monster, animal, plant, sea, blade of grass, every centimeter of mountains, the four seasons, emotions, what the fuck ever. Everything you can ever think of, Chuck created it. And he controlled it. In every single one of his fucking millions of universes. But not Castiel.This is actually not possible. You can't outrun god. You can't outrun the one who creates, writes and controlles everything. But Cas did. Out of love. And not only that, you also imply that what happened between Dean and Cas was the only thing that was real. Everything else was corrupted, controlled, manipulated, written by Chuck. But what happened between Dean and Cas, he couldn't affect.

Seeing Cas standing there, crying, confessing his love to Dean actually even makes me think that Dean made Cas human. Dean completed Cas. Cas didn't simply said "I love you", he actually said "In all existing universes, in all millions, all aeons of years, you are my only happiness." And Cas completed Dean. He freed Dean. While Dean was used to being left, was used to feeling worthless and unlovable, Cas saw Dean exactly the way he is and chose to stay. With every obstacle, every difficulty he loved him even more and yes, freed him from the abusive structure that had controlled and corrupted him his entire life. Something that no one else could, not his parents, not Amara, not God, not even Sam. Beautiful, isn't it? Unique. Mindblowing. Pure. You enjoyed it? Let's fuck this up in 3...2...1...

Castiels story ended exactly the same way it started. A blunt angel who doesn't care about people and feelings, blindly carrying out instructions from a new God, obeying heaven. No progress. They threw away 12 years of character development and managed to give him the same stupid and senseless ending like they did with Dean. Dean died and Cas... Wasn't there?! WHAT!? There is no single fucking way Cas wouldn't save Dean or wouldn't be there when Dean enters heaven! There. Is. No. Fucking. Way! The way they represented Cas in the end doesn't only imply that Dean isn't important to Cas anymore, he even ended up exactly the same way as if Season 4-15 wouldn't have happened. The ending is exactly the same! He's with God in heaven, supporting him with instructions, not caring about anything else.

Okay, I got it. Summarizing you can say: Jareds "magical full circle storytelling" is to yeet 95% of the past 15 years. No other characters matter, the story itself doesn't matter, every single characters development doesn't matter, it even doesn't matter what the brothers really want, they don't get it anyway.

Okay. But that's not all. As if this wasn't bad enough, they didn't just butchered ... EVERYTHING, they also salted and burnt every single Mantra they ever stood for. I'll make these short, I promise!

Team Free Will. *snort* Dean couldn't escape his fate, he always believed he'll die on a hunt as Daddys blunt instrument and he did. He kept fighting to die exactly the way he felt he was "supposed to". Message? No matter how hard you keep fighting, no matter how long you'll keep it up, you can't escape your fate. Sam couldn't change his fate, he ended how he started. Cas couldn't change his fate, he ended how he started, same for Jack, he ended how he was supposed to. YEET THE FREE WILL, NONE OF THEM CAN CHANGE ANYTHING!

Family don't end with blood. The biggest lie that has ever been told. Do I even have to explain that? No need, right? Don't make me wanna throw up again, please. We all know that 15x20 blasted "Family don't end with blood" in millions of pieces.

Always keep fighting. THE AUDACITY to praise that while Dean is dying! After everything Dean has dealt with, It makes me wanna scream. Dean kept fighting, he always kept fighting, no matter how hard it was, no matter what forced him to his knees, he stood up again, and if he wasn't able to stand up, he crawled. He kept fighting no matter what, despite everything. His mindset changed. He wanted to live, he wanted to experience things, feelings and people differently or even for the first time. He changed. He wanted to retire, toes in the sand. He knew he earned it. Thats why he kept fighting. For what? To die the very first moment he had a free will. To die the very first moment he had a choice, had a life to build for himself. Always keep fighting, but the moment you come close to what you want, what you fought for, you die. It's been more than 3 months and I am having tears in my eyes while typing this. As for Dean, no matter how hard you fight, no matter how long you fight, you don't reach what you deserve anyway. Give up. As for Sam, AKF leeds to Emptiness. Grief. Psychological Trauma. Mental illness. Absolutely nothing worth fighting for.

I wanna go cry now, bye.

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maries-gallery · 3 years

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After work = thirsty hour begins

I have a hobby where I love collecting lingerie cause' it helps me feel confident on days where I'm not. Also who say wearing sexy/cute lingerie is for your S/O it can be for yourself!

Matters aside, the main course question would be:

What are IkeVamps & Ikerev's suitors taste of lingerie that is an instant turn on for them! What would they do if they see their S/o in it!

Hehehe Have fun! Do add any pictures if you have a distinct one!

Ah my first thirst !!! Gosh I love this so much. I do that too, collecting lingerie for days I don't feel good. Hope this is what you expected !

Okay so here we go !

casual :

Mostly neutral and pale colours ; naked, their shirt, their boxers or very simple lingerie set

Fenrir, Ray, Zero, Luka, Napoleon, Dazai, Vincent

Okay these men just worship your body like it is a freaking temple and to them you could wear anything and they honestly would grovel at your feet. But something about you being so simple and comfortable around them... Just gets to their head. Like wear something like their boxer and nothing else or their shirt and they are just drooling for a piece of that cake. You just have to be unapologetically yourself.

sexy :

Mostly dark colours (red, black, dark blue...) ; corsets, garter belts or a very intricate set

Seth, Lancelot, Kyle, Loki, Blanc, Napoleon, Arthur, Shakespeare, Theo

Something about the dark colours and form fitting you so well and letting through a crack of your not so innocent self (all for them to see) just gets them wild. Maybe it is their dirty mind speaking, their bondage kink or their wish to dominate or be dominated by you, but they just want to tear it off of your plush body to have a touch for themselves. You just look so ravishing and so damn ready for them.

pure :

Mostly pastel and white or cream colours ; silky sets, simple and cute, dentelle

Sirius, Luka, Lancelot, Edgar, Harr, Oliver, Isaac, Jean, Leonardo, Comte, Vincent, Arthur

Something about you in a babydoll lingerie, pastel colours and soft fabrics just makes them head over heels. Maybe it’s how innocent and oh so pure you look in these lingerie, maybe it is their slight corruption or daddy kink speaking... But the thought of unravelling you and cracking this pure facade of yours just gets them going. You just look so sweet ! Can you blame them for wishing to have a taste ?

elegant :

Mostly white, cream or black colours ; simple sets, pearls and accessories, robes, silk and satin, corsets, bodies

Jonah, Harr, Blanc, Jean, Mozart, Comte, Shakespeare

They just love how ravishing and lovely you look, all dolled up for them yet so poised. They nothing more than to treat you like the lady you are and please you, bring you to your knees under the weight of pleasure. And then it’ll be there turn to have you beg. You just look like a goddess ! They want a piece of heaven !

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Send me a text if you'd like to be added

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jasontoddsbae · 3 years

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Distraction

Request for: @princesslanawe

Warnings: smut (sex againts a wall), curse language

Out of everything in yours and Jasons shared closet you had to pick one the sexiest things in there to go out in. Jason was planning on taking you out for the day..clothes shopping seeming as you two don't get to have quality time together often and your 2 year anniversary was coming up. You needed stuff for that special occasion.

"Baby come on. You've been in the bathroom for about 45 minutes" Jason called not wanting to go out too late. He was wearing a black off white hoodie with black fitted jeans that looked amazing around his thighs and a pair red and grey vans what you got him for his birthday.

"Just a sec, Jay" you called back. What were you doing in there? Just moments after you called out to Jason he heard the creak of the bathroom door open. He was sitting on your shared King sized bed and looked over at you wondering why it took so long for you to get ready.

The sight he saw made his jaw drop. You were wearing a very fitted velvety Red juicy coutour tracksuit with a J zipper. The zipper was lowered just under your boobs and a white tank top showed off your boob line. You also wore perfect length false eye lashes and Red lipstick to match your clothing. Your brunette hair was put up in a messy bun. You were also wearing white air force 1s to match well with your whole outfit.

"H-holy shit. You look so hot" Jason complimented with stutter. His eyes were wide open and his mouth still hadn't closed. Your curved hips were showing perfectly..enough to drive him crazy. Your boobs were teasing him the most.

"Thank you, handsome" you giggle with a little blush that had spread across your cheeks. You slowly made your way to the hallway of your shared apartment and thats when Jason felt like he was going to lose control. His eyes darted straight to your ass. Perfectly fitted by the bottoms and pretty much showing to anyone that walked behind you. His mind was corrupt with dirty images of him fucking you with your pants just below your ass.

"Baby? Babe!" You called staring at your boyfriend "Jay? Come on. We gotta go" you chuckled. His face had frozen as he slowly stood up to meet you in the hallway. His face, neck and ears matched your lipstick colour. He tried holding himself back. He didn't want to walk around with his bulge poking at his jeans.

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The car drive to your first destination was filled with laughter, smiled and small pecks on each others lips. Jasons hand didn't leave your thigh while he was driving. He gave it an occasional squeeze and rub knowing that you liked it causing you to blush a little more.

You two had reached your favourite clothing store and you excitedly hopped out of the car.

"Thank you for taking me out today, baby" you smiled and gave Jason a short loving kiss.

"I need to treat my girl like the queen she is" he said in a cheesy and teasing tone. He took hold of your hand and you walked inside of the store. As soon as you entered you were receiving stares from men and women from all directions. It made you uncomfortable and jason could tell by how you pushed yourself closer to his side.

Jason gave a few of the men death stares..jealousy starting to rise a little. He didn't like men looking at his girl. Not one bit. He subconscious placed the hand he had in yours on your ass and growled at those who still dared to stare.

"What is it with these people? Don't they know what respect is?" You said out loud causing the rest of the creeps to mind their own business. Jason faced you

"Its kind of hard not to stare at you, baby" he sighed and lightly squeezed your ass not remembering he placed it there. You looked at him with a little giggle and lightly tapped his hand off your ass making him sigh once more.

Once you reached the sexy underwear area you bent over to look at the matching bra set that lay on a lower shelf. Jason stood a little behind you and caught the whole view of your ass refusing to look away. He felt himself become a little hard as he got a better view. He could see your pussy lips pushing against the smooth material of your pants. Fuck..were you not wearing any panties?

"Baby" he desperately said "Y/N" he repeated. He shoved his hands in his pockets to stop himself from touching you.

"Whats wrong, jay?" You stood up holding 3 bra and pantie sets. 1 red, 1 black and one white. He bit his lip and eyed his crotch. His bulge just poking againts his pants.

"You got a hard-on while being in the underwear section?" You grinned and went back to looking around for things that you liked

"N-no. Its those fucking pants, baby. They are begging me to rip them off you. The full moon is showing" Jason whispered following to where you were going

"Oh god, jay" you laughed. It made you laugh so hard that you had to bend over and clutch your stomach. You were not expecting that. "You are such a mess" you continued laughing causing jason to grumble. The humiliation made him turn red and a frowned his eyebrows at you..unimpressed.

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Clothes shopping was done. You ended up getting 2 sets of grey sweatpants, 3 sets of lacey matched underwear, 2 pairs knee high socks and some perfume that Jason picked out. You two were walking down a highstreet with more stores that Jason had driven you both too. There was a makeup store that you were interested in seeming as you needed more eye lashes and lipsticks.

You and Jason proudly walked in to the store smiling at the work assistant that was putting up a new stand. His hand gripped your waist and his pinky ended up playing with the waistband of your pants.

"Jay. Do you think a black or dark purple lipstick would match my anniversary dress?" You looked over at him holding out 2 shades that you really liked and you caught him staring at your semi revealing cleavage which made him lick his lips. You rolled your eyes and took both moving on to the eyelashes. The eyelashes were the easiest to pick out. You get the exact name ones everytime. You like wearing them when you're going out or on very special nights and jason spend together. He thinks they make your e/c pop more and the way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth makes them more attractive.

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You both made it out of the store with your shopping and made it to the car. You went to put your things in the trunk of Jason's black BMW when you felt two pairs of big hands wrap around your waist, a chin on your shoulder and a very hard poke againts your ass causing you to squeal.

"Baby you've been torturing me all day" Jason groaned as he rubbed against you not caring if you were in public. "You and that fucking tracksuit. Your ass jiggling at every step you took, your boobs bouncing along with your ass. You bending over right in front of me showing me a full view of that pussy and ass..baby I've been walking around with a noticeable stiff one all day and you've been ignoring me" Jason whined

"J-jay. Fuck. I didn't know" you innocently said letting out a needy moan.

"When we get home..I'm going to destroy you" Jason growled giving you a light suck on side of your neck from behind. His hand placed a firm slap against your ass as he released you and headed to the drivers seat in the car. The car drive home was filled with teasing touches and dirty words causing your knees to feel weak and a puddle to form againts the crotch part of your pants. You could see your wetness through them.

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You and Jason reaches the small private parking lot that was only meant to be used for people who lived in your apartment building. You both wasted no time getting the things out of the trunk of the car and headed up to your apartment. Jasons eyes stayed on your ass as you lead the way to your door.

"Hurry up baby" Jason demanded as you grabbed the keys from Jason. His hands were full with your shopping bags. You both heard the lock unlock and hurried inside of your home.

"Please take me..right now" you begged as you closed the door behind you. Jason dropped the bags just in front of the door and wasted no time reaching out for you and attaching his lips to yours. Once again his hands found your ass and he pushed you against the wall of your hallway.

"I'm going to fuck you in to this wall, ok? I'm going to drill in to your pussy until you feel numb. Do you understand?" Jason breathed out, his husky and raspy voice turning you on even more

"Yes..please. I understand" you begged feeling so weak in the legs. Your wetness was leaking more and you could feel it drip down your leg.

"Good girl. Take off your shoes for me and toss that jacket on the floor so I can fuck you in your pants and that sexy tank top that has been driving me just as nuts" he demanded once more. You loved following his orders because once you did..he always gave you what you wanted. His cock.

After discarding your jacket and shoes you palmed Jason through his boxers causing him to let out a low groan that shot right to your core.

"Patience, kitten" Jason teased. He locked his aqauamarine eyes with your dark ones and hurriedly kicked his shoes off and undid his zip and button pulling down his jeans and kicking them off in to the direction of the lounge leaving him his hoodie and boxers.

"Jay. Hurry up. I can't wait any longer baby" you begged more and with that jason wrenched down your pants just under your ass so he had access to your pussy and pulled his boxers down causing his thick and vainy, leaking cock to spring out and hit his hidden stomach. Jason then lifted you in his arms and pushed you against the wall so that your back was firmly against it placing his hands on your ass

"What do you want, y/n?" He teased, lowering his head in to your neck and started to suck a hickey againts your pulse.

"I want you to fuck me. Take me here..right now.. and take me hard. Fuck me please" you sounded so desperate but you knew he liked it when you begged

"As you wish, princess" and then Jason plunged his cock balls deep inside of you causing you both to moan and you let out a scream. He instantly started drilling in to your pussy making you moan out for him and grip his hoodie like your life depended on it.

"OOOOOOH FUCK YES! Yes! Yes! Right there!" You screamed letting him know how good he felt inside of you

"MmmmMMM fuck!! Your pussy is so weeeetttt" he dragged out his moans making no effort to hide the pleasure he was receiving. "You like that?" He bit his lip almost causing it to bleed. His hair was already beginning to stick to his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

"Yes baby! Yes! I love when you fuck me hard and rough" you cried out. His thrusts becoming more chaotic causing you to bang againts to wall but not the point where it hurt. While continuing to thrust jason placed the bend of your legs on the inner crease of his arm for deeper access..this new angle almost making you cum as he rubbed againta your g-spot perfectly.

"ooooOOOOH my fucking goooOOODDDD!! Just like that!! Just like fucking that!! Keep fucking me!" Tears were streaming down your face at the feeling of his cock rubbing against that one spot that always drove you crazy. His cock filled you so nicely stretching you to the max.

Jason raised his head from the attack he did on your neck marking you up from your collarbone to just below your ear and shoved his tongue in your mouth. His thrusts were becoming a little sloppy as his release was near. Your tongue gladly accepted his and you both fought for dominance

"MMMMMMMM!!" You moaned out load in to the kiss and threw your head back once more "I'm gonna fucking cuuuuuuuuum!!" Yup. The neighbours definitely heard you both. You never really bothered hiding your moans

"Uuuuggh fuck. Then cum baby. Milk my cock! Fuckfuckfuck!" Just a few more sloppy thrusts sent you over the edge and you were screaming louder than before

"JAAAASON! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! I'M CUMMING!!!!" you literally cried at the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Jason continued to rock you through your orgasm and that caused you to clench so hard on his cock that your pussy pushed it out of you and you squirted all over him and the floor.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!! You feel so fucking good! Please! Keep fucking me! Please baby!!" You moaned. He plunged his cock back inside of your soaked heat and began fucking his way into your cervix. Your legs were dead and your throat was sore from all of the screaming but you continued letting jason fuck you until he met his release.

"I'm gonna cum, ok? I'm gonna..fuuuck..I'm gonna fill you with my cum, baby" jasons voice started to break at the load he was holding in. 1. 2. 3. 4- more thrusts later and "Y/NNNN!! Fuck!! Fuck! Shiiiit! Baby!!" He pretty much cried out at the feeling of a very powerful orgasm he just released inside of you. He latched his lips against yours to calm himself down from his high..lightly thrusting in to you to make sure every drop of cum is fucked inside of you.

After about 3 minutes of panting and heavy breathes jason slips out of you slowly as you're both still so sensitive. You gripped on to him not being able to stand without his support

"Fuck..that was amazing" you giggled breathlessly

"I agree, baby. Now let's get us both cleaned up" he chuckled placing a loving kiss on your head

"You're the best. I love you, Jason Peter todd"

"I love you too y/l/n"

Is this ok? 🥺

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raindropsduringthesunset · 3 years

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Forests and Fae (That Fateful Day) (TSS Fae AU)

Ao3 ~~~ Wattpad

First Part, Last Part, Next Part

Characters: Virgil, Janus, Patton, Remus, Roman, Logan, Original background character(s) (mentioned)

Relationships: LAMPDR (Platonic), Eventual LAMPDR (Romantic)

TW: neglect, mention of implied non-consensual kissing, blood, non-consensual touching (non-sexual),

CW: cursing, panic, Janus (sympathetic), Remus (sympathetic, Patton (sympathetic), nose bleeds, injury, dehumanization of a nonhuman (it/it's)

Enjoy!

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The world is such a strange place.; strange and violent- at least from Virgil’s experience. He wasn’t mad about it honestly. At least He couldn’t say he was surprised. After all, being born in a small town filled to just melt into the touch and let it consume him. He honestly had every reason to; nothing was stopping him from just accepting his fate in this moment. Well, nothing except the boiling anxiety that was making his stomach tumble in somersaults every second he stood still.

Virgil was always under fire from something for something. His hair was always too long, his face always dusty, and his clothes were always dirty, his eyes were weird. He found that he couldn’t really complain- most of the town didn’t really have much going for them so they needed something to pick on. It’s also not every day you meet someone with purple eyes.

Magic of course wasn’t unheard of either. Gods know that mortals tend to blame everything that inconveniences or scares them on magic. It was raining when you had to walk to work? Magic. The room was a little darker than you remember it being last? Magic. Someone’s eyes are purple? Magic.

Virgil couldn’t say he was surprised once he realized that the town was very very against magic use- despite it being awfully convenient from what he’d read in spare newspapers that would be left by teens visiting from the next town over.

Man Miraculously Healed By Local Sorcerer Physician, read a headline. Wizard Scholars Put Out Fire At Museum, another had said.

Sometimes though he understood. Headlines of warlocks starting fires and enchanters cursing whole bloodlines and getting arrested made him understand.

What he didn’t understand was why he was feared. He didn't practice magic. He wasn't born with magic. His eyes were just purple because they were like that. He couldn't change that.

Okay maybe he felt like he was over exaggerating their distaste for him, at least at first, but the nail in the coffin for the town was when one of the boys happened to think he was hot, and happened to kiss him in the middle of the street, and happened to use the excuse that he was enchanted by Virgil as to not get kicked out. Word spreads quickly in small spaces, the incident quickly making Virgil the talk of the town.

Cursed they had called him. Disgusting, Corrupting, Evil. Virgil had to go. Half the town was out for his head and he was not about to become a statistic.

Not a week after the incident Virgil had decided. Not even bothering to pack, Virgil ran for it and never looked back.

Timeskip

Branches and thorn bushes scratched at his legs as he ran through the forest, his heart pounding in his ears. His feet hurt from the pebbles and stickers poking roughly at his soles, but he couldn’t slow down and risk getting caught. He really didn’t want to learn what the town did to runaways.

A twig snapped loudly under his feet making him stumble forward. Despite hoping he wouldn’t trip, he ended up falling face first into a pile of twigs and pebbles. Virgil groaned and pushed himself up, wiping the blood that was now dripping from his nose.

Panting heavily, he turned and looked back between the trees. No one. Good. Virgil let out a shaky breath and leaned over on his knees, waiting for his nose to stop bleeding. The ground was hard and rocky, leaving small dents in his knees and his hands.

A small crack to his left caught his attention, his eyes snapping to a tall figure halfway hidden behind a tree. Oh fuck. Cringing slightly at the taste of copper, Virgil pushed himself up and onto his feet. He glanced around, wanting to kick himself when he noticed the small border of mushrooms and flowers behind him.

“Well, well, well,” The figure sneered, sounding closer than it appeared, “What business does a mortal have doing in my forest?” Virgil was frozen in place, his knees locking. The figure finally stepped into the light.

Long, straight black hair flowed down to the person's waist and seemed to glimmer from the sunlight. It wore a long golden cloak over a warlock cloak. What really caught Virgil's eye was the person's face which was plated with shimmering scales on one side, it's eyes glimmering golden with it's pupils sharpened.

Wait. The eyes. Oh. Oh fuck this was a fucking fae.

As if that wasn't already obvious from the whole… thing the fae has going on.

Virgil gulped as his hands began to shake. He decidedly ignored the overshadowing fact that he also seemed to think the fae was very attractive. But of course he did- fae and their fucking rules and fancy flair making Virgil swoon for no reason.

“Are you lost, little one?” The fae strode closer, it’s cloak drifting gently above the grass, avoiding getting snagged on scattered twigs. It felt like thorny invisible vines had tied their way around Virgil’s ankles.

He had run right into a hunters trap.

His eyes shot around, looking for the fastest way out. He paused, breath hitching while looking at a nearby tree. Moss had grown only around the bottom of the tree, wrapped firmly all the way around like a ring. No sense of direction. He was in a fae garden- very deep in a fae garden may he add. Just wonderful. This was by far the worst situation he had ever gotten himself into.

Blood dripped down his lip and onto his shirt, the taste invading his mouth and probably dying his teeth red. The fae frowned slightly at the blood, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at the stones below Virgil.

“You fell.” Yeah, that's fucking obvious. The faery smirked, sending a sharp shiver down Virgil's spine.

“You’re remarkably snarky for the predicament you're in darling.” Virgil blushed, though he couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment from his lack of filter or the pet name.

“You look awfully red, do you like when I call you darling?” It moved closer, “Would you like me to clean your face for you, darling?” Virgil could've sworn the word was enchanted. He found himself leaning toward the fae, the realization of his own movement causing him to flinch back, stumbling slightly. The fae pursed it’s lips, furrowing it’s brow before gliding forward and gently taking Virgil’s head in his hands.

“Oh little one,” the fae wiped away the blood from Virgil’s face, “you must relax.” Virgil stood frozen in front of the fae. He wanted to run, he wanted to kick and fight and scream and just get away. Fear- and maybe something else in the raging dumpster fire of emotions he was feeling- shot through every nerve in his body. Blush rushed up his neck, coloring him pink from his shoulders to the tips of his ears. A cough from a few feet away caught the two’s attention, making the fae’s head snap to the side.

“What’ve you got here J?” A voice perked up, a series of steps quickly following as Virgil stood helpless still in the fae’s grasp. The fae- apparently named J- sighed and rolled his eyes before reluctantly passing Virgil to the other.

“I was having my fun Pat, why did you have to come?”

“I felt something in the bond; do you expect me to just ignore when you find something interesting?” The new fae joked, walking in front of Virgil and gently holding his chin.

God, the fae was so warm. It felt like a hot evening cider had seeped it’s way into Virgil’s bones, warming him oh so gently and leaving the intoxicatingly sweet taste of comfort on his tongue. He was so tempted to just melt into the touch and let it consume him. He honestly had every reason to; nothing was stopping him from just accepting his fate in this moment. Well, nothing except the boiling anxiety that was making his stomach tumble in somersaults every second he stood still.

“Oh aren’t you just the sweetest thing, I ought to be offended that J didn’t tell us about you sooner. Us? Virgil pushed away the thought in favor of trying to assess the situation- again.

The fae holding him, Pat, had coily blonde hair, it’s- their, Virgil couldn’t pretend these fae weren’t as serious as they were anymore- skin a warm shade of brown with a seemingly constant red-ish blush across their cheeks. Virgil would say it was makeup if it weren’t so hard to get it around these parts- then again these were fae. It’s eyes shone with a beautiful light blue and just a shimmer of gold around the iris. Several freckles dotted across Pat’s face, giving them a more gentle appearance, only adding onto the comfort that they seemed to radiate from them. They wore more casual clothing than J did, simply a sweater with various plant life sewn onto it and a pair of slacks.

Everything about them seemed to draw Virgil in, making him lean slightly toward Pat with a dazed expression before his brain seemed to snap back into place and start working again. Pat frowned slightly at the sight of Virgil’s swollen nose and used their other hand to oh so gently swipe a finger from Virgil’s forehead to the tip of his nose repeatedly, making him feel like he was floating.

“What happened to you, dear? Are you alright?” Pat asked in a loving, parental tone.

“He fell, look down, ya' numb-nut.” A new voice said, gravel very quickly cracking under what was probably very heavy boots.

A pair of bright emerald and- you guessed it- golden eyes bore into Virgil’s as a fae with an extravagant dark cloak and black princely suit with fine sparkling green trims stood beside him. Their hair was a brown, raggedy mess, their face surprisingly dirty despite their formal appearance. What managed to really throw Virgil off was the large handlebar mustache that seemed to be plastered onto the fae’s face. He… Supposed it didn't make the less attractive- wait fuck no stop dude what the fuck.

“Duke, please step away from the mortal, they're already overwhelmed,” J said, making Virgil realize that he, in fact, was breathing pretty fast. Pat hushed him and put their hands on his cheeks and ghosted their thumbs over his cheekbones. J rolled their eyes from a few feet away.

“I can never have my fun without you two interrupting,” J huffed, a humorous smirk crossing their lips.

“Oh, don't go acting like the Duke now, you've had your fun and it's our turn.” Pat said, earning a quiet ‘hey!’ from the Duke. Virgil glanced to the side and back to where the Duke was only to find him no longer there. Confusion and panic invaded his system only for a pair of arms to tightly wrap themselves around his waist.

“He’s so small!” Duke shrieked, making Virgil flinch.

“Quiet down Duke, you’re going to scare him.” Pat’s expression softened as they tapped the tips of their fingers against Virgil’s cheek.

“Oh, I hate to say, but he’s already…” J looked him up and down, “terrified.” Gods, Virgil hated that they were right. Pat looked between J and Virgil for a few seconds before slowly letting go of his face. Virgil might have appreciated it more if the Duke wasn’t holding him hostage.

The blood under his skin felt like it was boiling- but somehow in a good way. The touch both made him want to scream and want to curl in closer. The feeling of the Duke’s fingertips tapping along his stomach as they spoke to the other two that were there made him feel like he was on fire. He couldn't put the fire out, he was going up in flames and burning down.

“Duke, let go of him, he needs a break,” Pat said, looking worriedly at Virgil. The Duke looked hurt for a moment before looking at Virgil's face and slowly uncurling their arms from around him with a small huff, causing Virgil to stumble forward a little. He felt like he could breathe again, his body finally stopped feeling like a fire pit. His skin still crackled with adrenaline, Virgil holding himself back from scratching at it.

“I do believe it's my turn.” Another new voice added. Gods, how many are there?

“Prince, didn’t I just say that he was overwhelmed?”

“Oh hush, as if he wasn’t just holding him,” The Prince tilted their head to the Duke. Pat pursed their lips and gave them a look. The Prince rolled their red-tinted eyes and huffed dramatically, playing with his cloak. Virgil realized the Prince looked just like the Duke but inverted- maybe they were twins or something, he didn’t really have the mental energy to deal with the semantics of that though.

“Gods, you’re just fun fun police today aren’t you?”

Virgil felt like a spectator, standing still and watching the two argue playfully. Argue over him. This was weird. Everything here was weird, it was bright, it was loud. He could feel the forest’s energy thrumming under his skin. His heart beat rapidly, his breath speeding up.

“Hey, little one, take a breath for me, yes?” A new fae that seemingly suddenly appeared in front of Virgil said, reaching for his hand before hesitating and retracting their touch. Virgil took in a shaky breath and let it out in a rush, hearing a small coo from a few feet away that was followed by fierce whispering from what he thought might be one of the twins. He repeated the process a few more times until his breathing seemed to regulate.

“Good, good, can I touch you little one?” The fae reached their hand out again. This time Virgil reached out himself and took it, earning a small nod from the fae.

“I’m L, you’re safe little one, we have you,” L looked back at the others, “I apologize for the others being so… insistent. They don’t do boundaries well.”

“He started it!” The twins called out as one, pointing to J who rolled his eyes.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He said as if he’d repeated it a million times- and maybe he has.

Virgil redirected his attention to the fae in front of him. L and J looked similar, L shockingly looking more formal. They had a flowing tailcoat of black with dark blue accents, a very well tailored black suit. They were sun tanned but seemed to share the same pale complexion as Virgil- if you ignored the literal star shaped moles that were sparingly scattered around their body. Virgil would be concerned if the fae weren’t, ya’ know, immortal.

“Dear, why is the mortal injured?” L asked J who just rolled his eyes and pointed down. L spared a glance and nodded before swiping his thumb against Virgil’s hand.

Virgil gulped and glanced around, counting the fae. Oh yeah, he was royally fucked. He was pretty sure he was going to die. It was fine, everything was fine. This was fine. He had to admit that he couldn’t really be mad. Hey, if his last sight was a beautiful fae, he was not going to complain.

“I can feel you lying to yourself,” J said, stepping forward, “What is going on in that pretty head of yours?” L took a step to the side to let J cup Virgil’s chin, making him shudder. Virgil turned his head slightly and let out a cough, his palm feeling sweaty in L’s hand.

“I, uh, fuck,” He sputtered out. The fae let out a chorus of laughter. His blush deepened as he reached a hand up to cover his face.

“Oh beauty, that was precious.”

“Watch your language sweetheart.”

“That was adorable, I could just die.”

“You can’t die Duke-”

“Figure of speech L.”

“Darling,” Virgil peeked through his fingers, “why are you so tense?” J gently moved his hand, smirking slightly when they saw how deep his blush was.

“I-” Virgil’s words got caught on his tongue. He panicked and glanced around, his eyes jumping from fae to fae. “I uh, express extreme regret for entering your territory without thinking.” L chimed with light laughter, giving a small smile that made something well up in Virgil’s chest.

“Oh you are very smart, well done little one.” They praised, squeezing his hand before letting go and walking to talk quietly to Pat.

Gods this was so fucking weird. Of all places Virgil could have stumbled into- a coven, a ritual, a prayer circle, maybe just some kids messing around- this was probably one of the worst scenarios. He supposed it could be worse; at least these fae seemed keen to not terrify him or want to eat him alive… at least so far. He wondered what he’d owe the fae after this.

Stumbling into their forest like a bumbling idiot, snark one of them- clearly the more powerful one as well-, comfort that in all honesty he knew he didn’t deserve. Oh yeah, Virgil was a dead man for sure. He’d have to give them his soul and then some. This was an absolute disaster.

“You can say that again.” The Duke said with a loud cackle, making Virgil jump and stumble back a little bit. J grabbed his arm and stopped him from falling, carefully setting him back on his feet.

“What part of this is a disaster kiddo?” Pat asked, casually taking L’s hand and sending him a quick nod. Virgil glanced around and took a shaky breath.

“What do I owe you?” He started, looking down at the floor and stepping away from J’s touch. “I… I don’t have much, I don’t know what I owe you or what you count as a favor but,” he sighed, “I’m bound to owe you something, yeah?”

The forest was suddenly quiet, still thrumming with faint energy. The five fae looked around at each other, having a silent conversation. The twins looked at each other, then at Virgil, and back at each other, and nodded in unison. Pat nodded, then L, then J.

Virgil blinked at the five, confusion clear on his face as he tried to figure out what the hell they were agreeing on- if anything. Were they figuring out what to charge him? Whether or not to kill him? At this point, Virgil thought that might be a better option. He didn’t have anything to give really, so why would they keep him alive after he had taken so much. He was in debt and couldn’t pay it back.

“If you’re going to kill me, please just make it quick.” Eyes snapped to look at Virgil, making him squirm under the attention. Pat’s expression softened, J and him locking eyes before J stepped to the side and let Pat walk up.

“Actually kiddo, we were thinking of just… keeping you,” Pat said, “If you would like to stay of course. We don’t really like the idea of taking anything from you. Plus you don’t really look… prepared.”

What. What? WHAT? Why would they- what are they- what? Words and questions spun through Virgil’s head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented- well, he was already disoriented by the forest but that was hardly the point.

“But- why? I haven’t done anything, why would you-” He paused, licking his lips nervously, “Why would you want me? Is this some sort of joke? I’m- I’ll guess I’d be a servant or something but- why not just kill me? Aren’t souls like- super valuable?”

The fae looked… horrified? Virgil really couldn’t tell anymore. He was tired, okay? Pat took a few more steps closer and took Virgil’s head in his hands. Virgil’s heart sped up and he just couldn’t help but want to melt into the touch.

“Kiddo I-” he cut himself off, “I understand why you may be… distrustful of us. We aren’t- fae don’t really have the best reputation and…” Pat’s words got stuck on his tongue. He looked back at and sent a quick pleading stare. L blinked at the two for a moment before sighing under his breath.

“We understand if you do not wish to stay with us. From what we have discussed, we are fully willing to let you leave with, ahem, no strings attached.” L looked to the Prince, his face twitching up when the Prince nodded.

What? What?

What even was Virgil’s luck at this point? These fae were so fucking weird. Virgil blinked blankly at the chorus of fae in front of him, still processing what he just heard. The Duke chuckled gently and quickly walked up to Virgil, pushing Pat out of the way. He ruffled Virgil’s hair and squished his face, smiling when he felt how warm Virgil was to the touch. A shiver went down Virgil’s spine at the sight of his slightly sharpened teeth.

Is it worth it?

I have nothing to lose.

So why are you so scared?

… I don’t know.

So? The universe is your guide, right?

As if the universe has been anything less than harsh.

Have they given you a reason not to trust them?

… No. But gods I wish I could. It feels like the universe is throwing every stone at me and I can’t escape it. I want to trust them but it’s just so hard to when everything- every odd is pinned against me.

Karma comes back to help in times of need. Why not take a chance? Just this once?

This is a big chance to take so blindly.

You said it yourself, you have nothing to lose.

“I… sure?” Words tumbled out of Virgil’s mouth, regret crossing his face for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The Duke let go of Virgil’s face and walked a few steps away. Here goes nothing.

“I can’t promise I’ll be anything… special for you but,” he opened his eyes and looked up, “I’ll try to repay you.”

“Oh little one,” J, suddenly in front of him, gently dragged the back of his hand against Virgil’s cheek and took his chin between his pointer and thumb, “You owe us nothing.” The moment seemed frozen in time. Virgil felt something warm well up in his chest, spreading through his entire body.

“What can we call you, little one?” J asked, gently staring at him with his magic-filled eyes. Okay, so Virgil was dumb, but he wasn’t that dumb. He also didn’t have a death wish so:

“You can call me V.”

The fae smiled at him, looking between each other. A silent phrase was passed in the air.

This will be an interesting journey.

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warning: violence mentions | the rivalry au based off kick it mv

diamond dragons

jaehyun

the head of the diamond dragons, as the only child of the prestigious and almost obnoxiously rich jung household it was only right that he take over as the new and young leader

he grew up with most things being handed to him on a silver platter - but spoiling him didn’t make him less calculating or smart

he likes consistency and is fiercely rigid about social order - that being said, if someone who doesn’t even have the status to be able to look in jaehyun’s eyes as much as raises their voice or hand against him

with a snap of his wrist, he’ll crush their entire existence

so you can see, not many people choose to test their limits

he becomes known as a silent and cutthroat businessman, his family’s ties and his ability in finding only the best, most qualified people to work for him has allowed him to build a gambling empire

sitting on the boards of famous hotels and casinos

and when things don’t go exactly his way - well he has other members of the diamond dragons take care of that for him

he just blinks or tilts his head and that’s enough for his men to know their job

quite frankly, you don’t know how you ended up in a position like this - you had just finished your shift as the nightly poker dealer and were going to head home

when a sleek, long black car had pulled its way directly in front of you

you brace yourself, digging around in your purse for your keys because you’ve seen this in movies - you need to at least defend yourself

but then to your shock, the keys falling from your hand - the window rolls down and you see

jung jaehyun

“you’re the dealer from table 127, right?”

unable to speak - seeing someone so glamorous, so rich up close - you nod

the driver suddenly hurries around from his seat and opens the door of the car

jaehyun steps out, tall and glorious, the suit he’s wearing is made of silk and the cut between the lapels is deep - showing the beautiful and clean skin underneath it

you also make out the peek of something dark on the dip of his left collarbone

it’s the dragon tattoo everyone in seoul knows he has

“i’d like you to quit your job and work for me.”

he leans down a little - your eyes suddenly drawn to his own

a smile unfurls on his lips when he sees the shock of his proposition seep into your expression

“why?”

“let’s just say i have a soft spot for dealers, it’s the uniform. it turns me on.”

he chuckles, the sound low in the back of his throat as he toys with a strand of your hair and lets his hand settle on the bright red vest you wear for work

with that he turns and disappears into the shadow of his car, the driver rushes to close it and then turns to you with his hand extended

in it is a playing card, you see a “J” and think it’s the joker, but it’s actually not a card at all.

in the center where there should be an ace or a spade, is a curled dragon and the contact number jung jaehyun

you want to ask - exactly what does this job entail? but the car curves left and out of sight

the spot on you where jaehyun had touched sears a little

something tells you he’s had his eye on you for a while.

taeyong

a martial arts specialist, trained since before he could fully walk a straight line

he has two major interests: perfecting his technique and lace

he is a very very very big fan of lace

for someone who knows over three hundred ways to break bones - he craves and adores soft, beautiful things

people assume it’s because he himself is basically ethereal - that he wants to emulate it in his lifestyle

but really he just thinks there’s power in in it - no one ever said you had to knock someone out in bloody, dirty clothes

he agreed to be a part of diamond dragons partially because he respects jaehyun’s meticulous commitment to fine aestheticism

but also because beautiful things aren’t cheap

now he’s jaehyun’s main source of protection - quietly appearing in the shadows when jaehyun is threatened and taking care of “problems” without leaving a mess

he’s always dressed in white silks, lace collars and even lace ribbons on his arms and fingers and even in his hair

some members nicknamed him an angel of death because to be hurt by something so beautiful,,,,,,can’t be all that bad

you know taeyong, not as a member of the diamond dragons, but because he’s a customer of yours

you work with all the fabrics he adores, so when he needs tailoring he comes to you - always wearing something gorgeous and insanely expensive

long fingers adorned in jewels, yellow-brown eyes hidden behind blonde strands of hair

he claims no one else can tailor like you do - you treat the fabric with such care

it flusters you to be complimented by someone like him, but you never think twice about a man so polite and gentle

not until taeyong happens upon your shop in the middle of a robbery

and you frighteningly back up into a corner as a figure looms over you - money clutched in hand and wicked eyes

you think something bad is bound to happen until suddenly - the figures head is gone

you look up to see taeyong

his leg outstretched in a perfect high-kick, one angry flash of silver in his eyes

it takes you a moment to put things together - to understand what kind of force it takes for someone to do that

taeyong calmly straightens back out and steps over the slumped body

he takes your hand in his, still as gentle as ever and smiles

“i’ll make sure this goes away, now tell me - did you finish that order of mine?”

you cant breath for a second

his beauty had turned ravenous for a second - and yet, you aren’t horrified by it

instead the impact has somewhat enchanted you

you simply nod, leading him over to your work desk

the two of you ignoring the rolls of money that have fanned out on the floor

when you tilt your head to look over, taeyong pulls your chin toward him and he says it again

“ill make sure this goes away.”

yuta

a one shot fireball

some people have perfect pitch, he has perfect aim

any weapon, any size, any power - drop it into his hands and he’ll know what to do with it

and how to do it perfectly

yuta used to enjoy traveling alone, a sort of transit lifestyle that let him do and see whatever he wanted

much to the shock of many of jaehyun’s companions, hiring yuta was kind of out there

he was closer to a street banger than the refined masters jaehyun had a preference for

but yuta didn’t care about the stuck-up opinions some people had about him

it had been simple, jaehyun had bumped into him at a gala where he was attending as a guest and yuta had been hired to take care of a festering problem known as a corrupt governor who was also in attendance

jaehyun had sat back with his glass of wine, watching yuta do his work

even in a packed ballroom of people - he had got his mark - and then had calmly turned on his heel and disappeared

jaehyun had found him, of course, and had offered a position with the golden dragons

yuta had laughed at it, he wasn’t going to be a second hand call dog to some rich boy with a taste for refinement

but the money and the possibilities jaehyun spoke of had turned his tide

even though doyoung would scrunch his nose up when yuta strolled into meetings in less than appropriate attire or playfully twirled explosives in his hand

he was a true golden dragon now, he even had a small symbol tattooed behind his ear to show solidarity

you are the child of an extremely powerful casino owner, and therefore jaehyun knows and is acquainted with your family

the problem is - your father refuses to work with jaehyun on a certain amount of issues

yuta doesn’t think much when the order comes down and he gets himself ready for the job

your family is going out to dinner as usual, and yuta strolls through the restaurant and your table where you and your father are laughing

he sees the target - but something causes him to stop

your smile is so vibrant, shimmering with a kind of light he’s never seen before

you briefly glance up at the awkward, but handsome man but then refocus on your father

yuta takes his seat and stares down into the perfectly white plate - what he has hidden in the pocket of his jacket now feels heavy and unfamiliar

a sensation so new and obtuse to him that when he fishes it out

taking a second to line up his shot - the trigger feels wrong

the room disappears and like tunnel vision he sees you

usually he looks at people through crosshairs - yet something soft glows around you

once again you turn your head a little and catch his eye

a pretty smile accompanies it and yuta grinds his teeth

when he lines up the shot again - something happens that’s never happened before

he misses

the bullet ricochets to the left, hitting the wall to the kitchen

a flurry of panic breaks out and you get up, hand on your fathers back

yuta sees you one last time before he’s getting up too

a small voice reminds him that jaehyun will not be pleased

but yuta can only think

fuck jaehyun. i need to go toward them, i need to go toward that light.

doyoung

the famous lightening thief, whose reputation comes from being able to steal anything from anyone

and not petty grabs like cars or wallets or whatever

his repertoire includes everything from art museums to royal family homes to top corporations

if you want it - and you can pay the price for it - kim doyoung can get it

the police have made disgruntled points about his hands being kissed by midas or something, considering he’s never left fingerprints anywhere so they can’t tie him to the crimes

but it’s public knowledge that paintings and sculptures hanging in the homes of the affluent got there somehow

and that folders upon folders of incriminating evidence against powerful and corrupt ceos had to come from somewhere

his broad web of connections and perfect organization has made him a vital part of many rich families business

but he particularly enjoys working for the diamond dragons because the commission fee he gets is triple what he usually sees

and jaehyun’s missions for him always test his mathematical brain

he does, in fact, have one thing he can’t steal

and it’s tortured him for years

watching you work for jaehyun’s most despised rivals - the ragtag group that calls themselves the golden tigers

you’re the close confident of their leader, mark lee, and although doyoung has figured out enough to understand that you are nothing more to mark lee than a friend

there’s something about that closeness that doyoung craves

and so whenever jaehyun comes in contact with them, doyoung makes himself there

he watches you, wearing the thick leather jacket with the prowling golden tigers climbing up both sleeves

your eyes are always on mark or jaehyun, and doyoung looks at you past the frames of his glasses

no one has ever been more beautiful and more unattainable ,,,,,,,, he’s thought of multiple ways to get you to be his

but all of them are dark and horrible - unacceptable

doyoung swallows when he sees you approach at mark’s side, your hand settles on his hand and mark whispers something to you

doyoung doesn’t understand - why doesn’t jaehyun just take care of this group of children, he could spare you and let doyoung-

suddenly something turns the blood in doyoung’s blood freeze over

your eyes, linger on him, they start from his face and travel downward

you’re scoping him out - you’ve never done that

doyoung’s shoulders tighten, his lips thin and he can’t help but feel the heat of your stare

he’d dream of the day you noticed him, but he could have never imagined it would feel like this

he meets your gaze and the side of your mouth twitches into a small smile - a secret smile - it causes him to step back

a couple of the members throw glances at him, but doyoung’s mind nearly breaks

what did that mean? why are you finally look back at him?

jaehyun moves taeyong and yuta in front of him and mark calls upon on haechan and jungwoo

you lurk back into the shadows and doyoung knows its against his better judgement but he does too

while everything breaks out into hell - he watches you slip away and this time he doesn’t want you to go

he chases after you and falls right into your trap - he feels your hand against his back

“have you always had a soft spot for me? sorry it took me so long to notice”

you say, your voice like a goddesses hymn.

doyoung wants to say something, but everything suddenly dims.

golden tigers

mark

break it till you make it kind of mentality, from a hard working family that lost it all because of evil people in power (most likely because of something jaehyun’s family did - but that’s too deep in the lore for now)

he’s been making his own money and helping out friends since he can remember

and even though he looks like the most gentle, kind boy and he is - when you’ve been training to protect those you love your whole life

you can grow a tougher skin

and at some point it clicks for mark that he doesn’t have to sit around and do nothing - he can actively stop the people who hurt others for their own gain

and that’s kind of the whole reason behind the golden tigers

that and mark’s always felt an affinity for the animal, his mom used to call him little cub

and when he wants to be - mark can be ferocious, especially when it comes to jung jaehyun

who resembles everything mark hates, and jaehyun doesn’t fancy mark either - seeing him as one of those people whose social status just doesn’t match up

you’re mark’s childhood bestfriend whose seen firsthand how hard mark has fought for everything

how he’s taken the things the rich have done to the people of his community and reversed it

a lot of people owe debts to the jungs in your neighborhood, your older brother being one of them and on numerous occasions mark and the golden tigers have saved his and your life

you hate to fall into the cliche, but you think you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember

so watching him wear himself out - worrying about everyone else but himself - it’s made you anxious

you find him slumped over in an alley one night, dropping your bags of groceries to run over to him

a small drip of blood streamlines down his lip and he explains that he’s fine

but you can tell he’s been jumped - probably by one of those underlings for the diamond dragons

you help him back to your home and mark starts insisting that he go, that he leave

and for once you stop him - hand on his, still bandaged from when he broke it the week before

“mark lee, you can be a fierce tiger and fighter and protector - but have you ever thought about protecting yourself?”

he falters at your sudden straightforwardness

“i protect myself-”

“well! that’s not good enough. from now on, im your protector.”

you lean up to wipe the blood away with your sleeve and drag him with any force needed into your home so you can make sure he’s really alright

but thankfully mark kind of falls into step behind you easily

this side of you new, but inviting in some kind of mysterious way

“do-do you want to be a part of the golden tigers?”

he asks when you’re standing in front of him with wads of cotton, and hot tea on the counter

“i thought i already was - mark lee, you’ve bleed on my carpet like a billion times.”

mark laughs a little and his hand comes shyly to rest on your waist

he admits it now. you’ve always been there for him too.

but right now you just look so much more beautiful than all those times before,,,,,,,,,,,,,he can’t really explain why.

haechan

particularly skilled interrogator - he has a keen sense of reading people and fishing out their weaknesses

its not to say that he enjoys psychological games as much as he’s natured to be insanely good at them

he says he’s not a golden tiger, but he is - probably more than anyone else

because he understands mark and when he isn’t pretending like he’s not interested in this whole vigilantism

he too doesn’t particularly have a good history with the powerful

which is why maybe,,,,,,,,,it is sometimes to watch them squirm

with nothing but words

he does adore the other members as well, especially taeil who haechan thinks is just the most entertaining person in the world

he describes him as a matrix - his personality and his skill set just do. not. make. sense.

haechan loves it!

you’re actually a student at the university haechan attends, because as much as he is a golden tiger - he still wants to do something outside of the group for himself

you, of course have no idea about his affiliations, but boy do you and haechan get into it

he nitpicks at things and you argue that that’s not the right way to get to someone

he always points out it is the right way to get on your last nerve though

everyone in the room can feel the tension between you two, the whole will they won’t they

and haechan’ wont lie - it’s nice to tease someone not because you need their information to help save others or to destroy the plans of someone evil

but simply because you like their reaction

but one day, haechan realizes hes let you in too close

because as you’re walking with him to the bus stop - a group of figures spots him and spots you

they don’t approach, but haechan can tell they’ve taken note of you and it makes his blood cold

“hey, can i make sure you get home today?”

“oh - are you being nice to me now for some sort of reverse psycholog-”

haechan sees the dragon tattoo on one of the men’s necks, he swallows and steers you in the opposite direction

“no im not playing, just let me make sure you get home.”

“haechan c’mon im not gonna-”

you start, but something in haechan’s eyes dims and you look around and see that there are other people staring

“haechan,,,,,,what is going on?”

you whisper and he thinks quickly, reading their body language and nodding at you

“run.”

“what?”

“run. now.”

haechan and you end up sprinting through the winding streets, you’re too scared to look back and see who is following you, but when you finally do

haechan just grabs your hand and tugs you after him

once he thinks you’re somewhere safe, he doesn’t let your hand go

you look at him - eyes wide - he thinks, oh fuck i can’t let those guys get to them now

“haechan-”

“i know. i’ll explain everything.”

jungwoo

model turned casual member of golden tigers

he used to be straight onto a path of stardom and money, his pretty face and long lithe figure had made him quite popular for magazines and runway

but that kind of life came with so much loneliness and sadness that one day he just up and quit

he had met mark only a week later, after spectacularly failing an interview at a local coffee shop whilst also dodging unwanted attention from several of the patrons

mark had thought it was odd, the way someone could be so easygoing and still ward off the bad things around them

jungwoo had asked to sit at mark’s table and the two had talked, by the end of it mark had said if jungwoo needed anything he could come to him

and jungwoo didn’t need anything per say

but he did have something to offer

“im agile, im tall, and i can pretty much perfectly blend in with the kind of people you’re fighting. don’t you think i’d be useful?”

now he sports the golden tigers jacket, spends days flimsying around taeil’s makeshift basement lab

and hovering over haechan’s shoulder when he’s doing schoolwork

but it’s true - he’s on several occasions been able to get into the hotels the jungs have a hand in and has picked up anyone of interest to be interviewed and taken care of, if need be, by the other members

you’re supposed to be charmed by jungwoo because it seems like you have information on jaehyun

but instead of you being too charmed by anyone - you just seem just as obliviously beautiful as jungwoo

when he starts talking to you, you stare long and hard and then pick an eyelash from his cheek

“you should make a wish.”

jungwoo hasn’t heard that in years

but he happily obliges

when he asks you about jaehyun again you sort of deflate a little, the whimsical sparkle of your eyes dims

“i don’t know much about him, i don’t quite think i really ever want to know much about him.”

something clicks in jungwoo’s head and he asks you if you want to ditch the event you’re both at

you agree, wholeheartedly - thinking you two might run off for a midnight stroll or a stop to eat

instead you find yourself in front of mark lee and other golden tigers, but not for the interrogation they thought would happen

“i think you should let them join.”

jungwoo insists and haechan mutters that you can’t just let everyone jungwoo has a crush on join to mark

but mark sees something in you that he sees in jungwoo

when you ask if this is a gang, mark laughs and shakes his head

“no, that jung family is gang. we’re just trying to help.”

jungwoo gives you an enthusiastic nod - you don’t really know why but there’s a sense of trust you feel with these people

none of them are wearing those masks you’re so used to on the faces of the elite

you agree to see if you can be of any help and jungwoo shrugs off the jacket he’s wearing

the one with tigers on the sleeve

“it’s getting cold, plus you’ll have one just like it soon.”

you accept with a blush and haechan groans about how flirting isn’t supposed to be allowed!

taeil

scientist

but like a little crazy

but like he has no funds or an actual laboratory so he makes experiments in his basement

and almost blew up the apartment building down the street because of it - but like seriously it wasn’t on purpose he just spilled some stuff into some other stuff and it was weird

mark knows him because he actually used to work for jaehyun, the moon family is pretty infamous for being doctors and phd researchers

and taeil’s happened to be in chemistry - which is always a fun thing to have if you want to run a deadly operation

he left for unknown reasons - he left way before mark’s name had ever been uttered to jaehyun

and even though doyoung, jaehyun’s own private information thief, had been trying to find him for a while now

taeil had the help of the golden tigers to keep him on the fringes

which is why, from time to time, he likes to help them out as well

jungwoo and haechan both really have come to like him - mark likes him too and all, but those three somehow know how to have fun together

taeil’s favorite thing to experiment with is acidity, he likes making poisons and acids that can destroy things

and sometimes his own clothes (and even skin) pay the price - but that mans pain tolerance is so high he could probably be shocked by lightening twice and be standing

you’re one of the people who lives in the building beside taeil’s and you always hang around the back lot where the stray cats are

one is your ultimate favorite - a chubby black cat with one eye who you’ve named bruce - one day you see bruce pawing at the basement window of the other building so you go to see whats up and almost jump back when you see a person

his eyes shift from you to the cat and the window suddnly opens

he pushes forward a can of cat food - but you stare at it questioningly

“i didn’t poison it.”

he says

“,,,,,,,,,,who are you?”

“im taeil.”

“do you live down there?”

“you could say so.”

you watch as bruce shuffles toward the food and meows gleefully

“is he yours? i thought he was a stray?”

the voice asks and you shake your head

“he is. ive also been feeding him,,,,,,,,,,hey - whats that smell coming down from there?”

“oh nothing.”

the man smiles and you think it’s a little suspicious - but people are weird - and if he’s been helping the cat he can’t be all that bad

you notice a mark on his hand when he reaches out to move the can, it looks like the end of a dragons tail but you don’t say anything

he meets your gaze and waves a small tiny goodbye

before he closes the window for good he says something weird

“i could though.”

“hmm?”

“i could make a poison out of that.”

the window shuts and you sort of stay crouched, confused

bruce looks fine though and you follow him back out onto the street

when you return, there’s a curtain in the window

huh, maybe ill see him again. but what’s all that about poison?

taeil hums to himself as he continues working and then stops

“ah, i shouldn’t have said that to them. probably not cute to flirt with my knowledge of deadly chemicals.”

wild card

johnny

he was supposed to grow up in a monastery and be a man of belief ,,,,,,,,,,, but things happened

and now he’s extremely good at just about everything both the golden tigers and the diamond dragons would want in a member

problem is - he doesn’t feel solidarity toward either of them

because he doesn’t know the answer

is life about money or is it about helping others instead of yourself?

that’s a little to ethically on the nose for him

instead he likes to play both sides

jaehyun’s all about the gambling business - mark’s all about bringing those debt collectors down

so every now and then johnny shows up at a poker game or at the doorstep of someone whose running away from the jungs

he dangles his loyalty and then pulls it away, the thrill junkie in him expressed by the loud yellow motorcycle he zips through around town

he knows playing both sides of a card is risky

but he likes it - the adrenaline rush isn’t matched

you figure out what he’s doing pretty quickly, as you are the only person who does have his commitment

and when he does come home and you splay a hand over the toned plane of his chest

you ask him to stop, just so he’ll be safe

“i will, soon. they’ll both be destroyed.”

“how?”

johnny shrugs, leaning in to brush his lips against yours - he never lets this conversation get too far

but the day comes when both sides figure it out

they’re being played

and jaehyun doesn’t like wild card and mark doesn’t like playing the game all together

so johnny tells you to grab and go to run away with him and from this place

he’ll take you somewhere better and new

you stand on the corner of the street, 3 am and in the dim light

“how will i know you won’t run away from me, how you’re running away from the problems that have caught up to you?”

he steps closer to you - craddling your face in his large hands

“because i would die for you.”

he pulls something from the back of his pocket and places it in your hand

“you don’t have to answer me now, but when you’re ready - i do want to know. will you die for me too?”

johnny turns out to be right, the golden tigers and the diamond dragons will come to destroy each other

you don’t know if the evidence he collected and left at the doorstep of a local precinct helps with that

well anyway, it isn’t your problem anymore - you and johnny have moved on to bigger and better things

at least the rings you wear prove as much

#are the doyoung and mark ones somehow linked? maybe..............#does jaehyun hire you to become a future spy for the golden tigers?..........maybe [but then falls in love w u shocking everyone1]#basically - did i world build this universe to a T? yes.......................#nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #violence/#blood/#guns/#anywayyyyyyyyyyyy what in fucks name even is this why did i go ham

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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Sccarlet SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sccarlet's affection is pretty subtle! A lot of the time, she enjoys touching you, particularly with hand holding. Baby likes to be around you.

She always unexpectedly has the things you need. Need armor? Pulls out full Netherite that totally didn't take her hours to grind. Need a potion? Boom. While she doesn't think it's gift-giving, it's exactly what it is.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Scarrlet is a very loyal best friend! Very shy, though. You probably approached first! Or you were in a bad mood and she came up to ask what's wrong.

As a result of being her friend, you hang around Techno and Philza a lot. If you're not a government despising anarchist, the Ghast finds you a breath of fresh air. If you are, expect her to join in your less chaotic antics.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Really likes cuddling a lot! To her, it's both comforting and relaxing. Can and will play with your hair, and will turn into a flustered mess when you mess with hers.

A lot of calming positions! She's also really fond of spooning.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The domestic life is something Sccarlet enjoys in other people, but doesn't do it herself. In terms of cleaning, she's pretty good. Not a fan of messes and she can be fast when she wants to.

In terms of food, she's pretty good at cooking Hoglins. Anything that isn't meat? Sorry, but she's not your gal. Potions, on the other hand-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Tries to do it as gently as possible. She keeps stammering on her words and looks down when she finally lets it out. She'll quietly ask if you want to be friends instead, and if you say no, she'll leave quickly. Truly, I don't think she'd ever fall out of love. It would probably be due to wanting to keep you safe from the war. When she leaves, she'll greatly miss you, but will try to convince herself that it was for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment? Hell yeah. Sccarlet is a loyal hybrid who will go to the end of the world for those she gives a giant shit about, and you're one of those people.

Marriage, however? She's a bit iffy on that. She'll probably pop the question after a year or two, probably on a date or during an initiate moment. If you do like weddings, that's cool! Sccarlet will respect your wishes.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Do you even need to ask? Even to strangers, Sccarlet is gentle. That's her as a person. Psychically or emotionally, she's soft. Honestly, the girl is anything but a tease.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

A sucker for reunion hugs! She's fond of the cliché 'running up to you and embracing one another' hug generally seen in media; she finds it really cute!

Also buries her face into your neck. When she does it, you'll be able to hear happy Ghast noises which is ironic since they're always crying

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Sccarlet unintentionally tends to use other words then love, most commonly 'I adore you'. Her first ILY would be really tender, in a calming serene moment, as she murmurs it out peacefully.

Love. This. Girl

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Sccarlet doesn't get jealous that often! She trusts you enough to still love her in the end, and besides, she tries to get on good terms with a lot of people. She has enough faith in you, but there's always that one guy to piss her off.

When it happens, very clingy. She tends to pout at the dude, but otherwise stays silent. If the guy ever crosses boundaries, Sccarlet will release the natural Nether instincts and release Hell on the dude. Of course, she's spitting apologies right after.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Fond of quick little pecks on the cheek! She really enjoys scar kisses, and when you kiss hers, she'll be over the moon.

Rarely initiates make-out sessions. If you wanna do that, you're gonna have to take the lead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Honestly, not great. She's just not great with kids. Teenagers? Yeah. Actual children? Hell no. She gets stressed easily, and with how loud and disobedient kids can be, it's a living Hell.

While she'd want kids of her own alongside you, she'd wait until the SMP is more peaceful.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Early bird. Sccarlet just naturally gets up early. She'll probably get some tea, make some quick breakfast before doing a relaxing activity. Probably fishing or farming.

Whenever she needs to leave for supplies or for meetings, she'll leave a small little note on the bedside table. She's always quick to come back, though

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Like every other time with Sccarlet, relaxing! More fishing and farming, most likely a book or two in her hand before heading off to bed. She falls asleep incredibly quickly, so if she gets comfy in the couch, gently wake her up before she falls asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sometime after your first kiss, she'll tell you her real name. Her true identity of Sirese is only told to those she trusts, so good for me! While it's a 'I trust you, here's a secret' move, she gets really suspicious when you say it suspiciously. Be it if you're dying or pissed, she doesn't like it. She'd prefer her name coming out sweet, thank you very much.

To some extent, Sccarlet's open about her grief. Don't be surprised when she clings to you sobbing out WIlbur, L'manburg or another traumatizing incident.

She doesn't spill anything on you. She's more of a 'ask me whatever whenever and I'll tell you' kind of open.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Scarrlet is rarely angry! She's a very patient person. However, her Nether instincts and the voices in her head are more prone to anger, and when they form into a more darker and aggressive side of her rather then just some annoying voices, she finds herself getting way more irritable due to stress and just how loud they are.

Her anger is rather easy to fade, though. Just whisper some calming words and hold her, and soon enough, the anger will evaporate.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sccarlet's def the type to keep a small enchanted notebook of your likes! She writes down anything she thinks is useful and important to you, even on a minor scale. Sccarlet doesn't want to forget anything in case it ends up important and leads to disappointment from you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A calm moment. It doesn't matter what it is. But during those rare moments when war isn't lingering over her heads, where she can forget the bodies and the pain a Totem of Undying causes with you? Those are something she'll never forget. You're a presence that makes her calm. You could've just been fishing together without any significance to you, but to her? That serenity was beautiful and she wishes she could have more of it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. She lost the person who was basically a brother to her, saw the country she worked so hard to keep destroyed numerous times, the constant betrayal and the grief forming into one loud voice instead of numerous tiny voices? You bet her ass she won't lose you.

When she gets involved in wars, she'll do whatever it takes to keep you out of them. If you ever do and get injured, you've never going on the battlefield again. She's lost so much, she is not losing you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She lets you collect her Ghast tears for potions! With dates, she'll try her best to make them relaxing for the both of you, mostly libraries, picnics and the one cat café in the country.

Like said before, she'll write down any important anniversary or date in her notebook!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Out of nowhere, Sccarlet just cries. She doesn't even know that there's still leftover tears until you're both cleaning and there's a giant clunk of tear shaped shiny things on the floor.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Depends! While she doesn't really care about her looks, her facial scars are always an insecurity of hers, since they remind her of the Manburg VS Pogtopia war, which is how they were gained.

Clothes, however? Girl pays attention to what she's wearing and she wants to look good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Umm,,,,, yessss,,,,,,?

You're the one person who makes Sccarlet feel completely safe. Without you, she'd have no idea on what to do. You're her safe haven, and she'd be damned to lose it.

If you get corrupted by the Egg, mark her words that she'll find a way to bring you back. Her hatred will grow to that overgrown red manipulator and becomes even more pro-omelette.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When she gets frightened (most notably a skeleton), she'll quickly jump into your arms. She has no idea she did until a few seconds later as she embarrassedly tries to get out of your grip.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you eat chewing gum, go to a place where she can't hear it. Sccarlet despises the sound of chewing gum, and if you leave it around without the packaging, you'll have the rare sight of an angry Sccarlet.

Z = Zzz (What is are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Blanket stealing. And once again, instinctive crying. While she likes being close, you'll need to be a bit apart since you'll wake up with a tiny mountain of Ghast tears and your blanket gone if you share one.

While it may sound a bit weird, she prefers having two separate beds close to each other. She likes her own pillows and covers.

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Mail Jeevas

Let me know if you want alphabet for Near as well. You can check tosikowrites tag for more! Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For Matt, being affectionate is as natural as breathing. You can’t call him over-the-top, his love is immature like he just got first teenage crush, and therefore it is difficult to predict his thoughts. In the beginning, awkwardness can slip through accidental hands touch or misplaced kisses. He giggles a lot to cover insecurities and it kinda works.

At the same time he tends to hesitate when things are about to get intimate. New experiences overwhelm him. If relationship seems to develop too quickly, Matt will subtly slow them down without making a fuss.

Won’t ever let his loved one go to bed in tears. It cuts him deeply as a friend and a partner to see his favorite person suffering. Of course, Matt lacks a bachelor degree in psychology, but he knows how to use active listening skills: he actually gives them space to speak their mind, makes pauses when necessary, and asks questions to hear the answers and not to simply imitate a concern.

One of the ways to show affection is to introduce loved one to his friends. We are talking not about a casual “this is name1, this is name2” but a special bond establishing, where everybody is treated with the same respect, trust, each person plays a specific role. Matt basically builds small “family” of closest people, ride-or-die gang from photos on which you see comments like “I wish I had friends like that”.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Matt is the type of friend you never knew you needed in your life. It is easy to overlook his quiet persona so you the only way you can meet him is through mutual friends during DnD session, night out in the arcade, etc.

He speaks the language of memes and irony and ironic memes, which he will send the second he sees something you would be interested in. Sharing is caring, so Matt will introduce you to anything he finds even a little bit entertaining. Friendship with this guy involves a lot of inside jokes that are completely incomprehensible to unenlightened people around.

Chill aura follows Matt everywhere he goes and you will experience its miraculous effects as well. Problems do not exist in his plan of reality, any extreme negative emotions do not either. It may be strange at first but later you crave his presence and stability that comes with it. In short, wholesome person in a grungy shell.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

The miserable situation in which person is truly snuggble (is it even a word?) but has to be in specific mood for it. Matt turns into panda, wrapping his limbs around the partner’s body, today but keeps it modest with only his head lying on their lap next day. He has a bad habit of nestling to the loved one after smoking weed so a sickly sweet smell imprints on their clothes, hair, and whatever he touches.

Without ongoing conversation, Matt starts dozing in a few minutes. His embrace turns into a bear trap, and poor soul, who was (un)lucky enough to get caught, has low chances to escape.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I mean, mentally he is already settled down with his console and Mello? Yes, that sound like him, there’s a good chance Matt would want to have nice comfy life with the loved one. He can’t cook for shit and is an incorrigible slob but, boi, he will try to make their home the coziest nest out here. He will try really hard to be better cook and keep house clean when domesticity hits him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Matt is a mess. His heart drops when a thought of break-up arises in the mind. He even starts to think that ghosting isn’t that cruel and there’s nothing craven in breaking-up through message. This would deprive him from the sight of them crying at least. After much hesitation, Matt will meet with them close to their house to explain what was on his mind lately. Despite how it goes, he’s filled with unpleasant feeling of betrayal.

A week later Matt will try to get in touch just to see how they’re doing. Are they okay? Are they mad at him? Do they want to talk? What if they want to stay friends? Because Matt wants to stay friends, he planned to stay close to them after breaking-up. Even if some things do not work out, Matt still wants to support them and share all the best in their life.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Seems to look for someone like a best friend to marry and won’t plan anything before he’s fully convinced in a person’s fit. It takes, maybe, two or three years for him to start thinking about proposing, though Matt doesn’t make a big of a deal of this event. His approach is very unpretentious: no restaurant date with small red box, no witnesses with cameras and whatsoever, Matt fondly asks a question while cuddling or eating ice cream out of bucket in silly pajamas. A smile never leaves his lips after they say “yes”. He probably cries on the wedding day too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Matt is pretty inconsistent when it comes to gentleness. His laid-back nature doesn’t negate his soft side but doesn’t add up to it either, giving his behavior a touch of indifference. His comprehension of physical aspect is better than emotional because it doesn’t have such blurry undertones and can be controlled more precisely. Therefore Matt needs a bit of time to find the correct love language for a new partner and give them clear answer which one works the best for him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, not so fond of hugs? He won’t ever reject them but it seems like he tries to keep small distance at the same time. You may have experienced it, defective hug when a person does not hug you in full force but also doesn’t let go. In this case, you don’t really understand the reason since person hugged you, right, they must like you to do it but ehhh. Matt takes initiative half of the times, but remember about the quality of dollar store kush.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says “I love you” every so often. For Matt It’s a phase used not only in romantic way but also as an expression of appreciation for your friends and family. In the beginning Matt will also say “I love you” (like he does to Mello) to make person acknowledge how much they mean to him but later its meaning shifts to more serious one and is accompanied with long tirade about his feelings. So yeah, as fast as they become good friends which may take month or two.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

On a scale of jealousy Matt scores lower than average and it takes a lot of time for him to realize someone is seriously hitting on his loved one even if another person acts pretty straightforward. After realizing what’s going on Matt will act needy. He won’t stop following his loved one and holding their hand, placing small pecks on their cheeks and giving his rival dirty look.

If he witnesses his lover acting too flirty, he won’t say a word. Only after they are alone, Matt reluctantly will try to set record straight. Relationship takes two to work, and he won’t force them to stay just for the sake of staying.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You’ll never get bored with this goofy kisser: he is sloppy, but also gentle and sweet. Well, not that sweet since you can taste the tobacco bitterness on the tip of his tongue 99% of the time. Sometimes, Matt gets so carried away that he will kiss his loved one right in the middle of the sentence. Prefers classical lips kisses and kisses on the forehead for both kissing and being kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Man, Matt can connect to little ones on the spiritual level. He talks to them like they are his equal in every way possible and from the outside it looks adorable. Teenagers need space? Good, here you go! Kids want a piggyback ride? Jump on it, he got you! Baby-toddler screams the lugs out? Mail prepared ear plugs, pacifier, and a collection of toys! Even when they are causing troubles, this guy remains very understanding.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Night work puts both Matt’s laptop and himself into sleeping mode at 5-6 in the morning. If you are the early bird, you have high chance to find him at the dawn, with his heavy head resting on his hands. The best option is to wake him up gently and send him to the bed before those muscles get stone-stiff.

On rare occasions he goes to bed right after you just to have a major sleep-in. Nothing can disturb his sleep, not a blasting cannons, nor a nightmare, since his mind goes off and shuts down like a corrupted program.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Let’s not talk about work days, we already know how it goes. On his free time Matt likes to stay at home and have a quiet evening with his loved one or by himself. After pizza is ordered, he jumps on the couch and lies down for a bit. If his loved one is here as well Matt asks what they want to do. His suggestion would be build a pillow fort and wait inside, chatting about stupid things. Trite, but playing video games is second option on the list. They can play together or take turns, Matt is down for anything and will definitely let them beat him in Mario kart.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Reveals facts about himself slowly, but tends to have deep conversations about things like fears, dreams, emotional experiences, even traumas. Seeing the sincere intentions of a person, he will reciprocate the effort to get to know them better. Also, when Matt is in playful mood he will play that “well, try to guess it” or “well, that’s true… or is it?” card making conversation even easier. He may have few topics like life in orphanage he is not comfortable with so he will politely refuse to talk about them or cover them with jokes.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tibetan monks called, asked if they can book a private lesson in tranquility for their unexperienced young apprentices. This man is the embodiment of appeasement, he is good-naturedly calm and his peaceful mood easily transfers to this around him. He perceives the anger of others and unpleasant incidents as short-term events that do not deserve much of attention. When someone is mad at him he just smiles lightly, explains himself and, oh god, actually tries to get another person’s point of view.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

While his mind is always occupied with unnecessary stuff, Matt manages to remember about half of what you told him. Most of his knowledge comes from endless online chats, jokes, and memes, common interests, and (who thought!) numbers. He is especially good at remembering anniversaries and it flatters his vanity a lot.

To maintain a never-forgetting-boyfriend reputation Matt keeps in touch with your mutual friends and acquaintances. When he needs to clarify something he’ll reach to the most suitable candidate who will answer the questions but also won’t ruin surprise with their long tongue.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night he broke down and cried. Just sent his ps-controller flying across the room and covered his eyes, and tears started to roll down his cheeks. Soothing words of the loved one made him shake even more vigorous because the connection between them never felt so strong. Matt didn’t have to hide anything from them. There was no need to keep on a happy face 24/7. He squeezed them in his arms like there was no tomorrow and never ever forgot this moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite the wild life that was supposed to teach Matt to adequately assess the danger of outside world, he remains as laid-back as always. He assures loved one that no matter what happens he will be all right. And they will be all right too. He believes they both can just slip away from any unpleasant situation and there is no reason to be overprotective. Yes, for someone associated with Mafia, Matt feels way too frivolous.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The exact opposite of Mello. The more time passes, the more confident he grows in his feelings and it shows in the way he expresses it. When it comes to presents Matt chooses hand-made mess over expensive shiny but lifeless gifts. His fingers are glued together and sequins on the nose emphasize bags under the eyes but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, actually, because Matt finally wrote their name in cursive just the way he wanted to. For the anniversary there is huge box waiting for them, filled with candies, candles, discs, photos, short notes, and every little bauble he could think of. No doubt he stands right beside the person with puppy eyes, evaluating their reaction.

Dates aren’t big of a deal. He leaves date plans up to them since he doesn’t care what to do while it is with them. If they specifically ask for Matt’s ideas he will think about it for 5-10 minutes and then suggest first thing Google search gives him. Pray to God it’s not a DIY in 5 minutes because he will try it too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Matt has a strong tendency to justify people when they obviously do not deserve it. Maybe this is not entirely conscious, but he ignores red flags until everything falls apart. He doesn’t see a pattern here and how all these people are alike so cycle repeats again and again.

Sometimes you have to worry. Sometimes circumstances oblige you to stop brushing off your problems. That’s not a case with Matt tho. To solve problems with a sober head, cool mind, yes, this is amazing, but the keyword is to s o l v e which he may completely ignore. Being laid-back dude is a talent but it shouldn’t be taken to the point of “if I close my eyes, maybe, it will go away”.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Well, let’s say his style leaves much to be desired. I can see his closet being full of the same type of clothes in approximately similar faded colors. No patterns, no game of textures, it’s just plain. Those goggles with amber-tinted lenses are one of two pairs Matt owns. The other one is similar to famous Kurt Cobain glasses and he keeps them for ironic purpose.

Matt never used any creams even when his skin resembled tree bark. Tobacco smoke can cause dryness of lips so you can expect his being chopped and covered in small cracks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You cannot tell it from his face but deep down he is devastated. People notice his silent thoughtfulness, lingering daydreaming. Hours spent in games grow an alarming rate as well as his expenses on cigarettes. A lot of time has to pass by before he goes back to his old self.

If they left for any reason Matt accepts it and tries to remain their friend. He knows there should be a pause in their relationship to establish new boundaries and stop perceive each other as… lovers. But he can’t stay away.

If they died both related and unrelated to Kira case, Matt seems to disengage from everything except helping Mello and videogames. His brain freezes in white noise and repetitive actions keeping him going like a programmed robot. Months later, he promises to get well because this is exactly what they would want for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Matt likes to smoke devil lettuce once in a while to clear his head or fog it completely. However, he doesn’t like to drink at all. His organism reacts poorly to alcohol and nausea rises to the throat before he can feel any kaif. Once Matt made a huge mistake (read – decided to get drunk with Mello): it ended up with Mello roaming around the city aimlessly for two days while Matt was almost chained to the bathroom because… well, he didn’t feel very well. In the end of the day they suffered a small loss: Mello lost his golden chain he never really liked and Matt lost the urge to drink forever.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

There is excess of negativity in this world already so if the only thing person is going to do is to complain, he will slowly push them out of his life. Cancelling plans, ignoring massages, hanging up early in the calls and, finally, he will disappear from their life like he was never there.

Boring people. It doesn’t mean person has to be into craziest stuff, you can be interested at knitting and present your hobby as the most interesting thing in the whole universe. Problem arises when person fails to show their passion.

Arrogance makes Matt yawn. It usually comes with qualities such as duplicity, hypocrisy, and he is not buying it. He is simple guy and feels uncomfortable around those who put on a brass face.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleeping hours vary from 45 minutes to 14 hours per day and you never know what tomorrow will bring. It depends on many factors, but mostly on whether he has any work next day and if there are any upcoming games that he was waiting for so patiently.

Matt knows how to sleep anywhere and anyhow, even in standing position with hands crossed. His ability to fall asleep in 0.5 second is something Mello is envious of. Also, he can sleep with loud TV on the background, dogs barking, and Mello yelling at someone at the same time. It’s honestly a superpower.

The mere fact that somebody is sleeping next to him (it doesn’t have to be a loved one) gives him a feeling of serenity. If they sleep under the same blanket, he without a doubt will steal it.

#death note #matt #mail jeevas #death note headcanon #death note imagines #matt headcanon #tosikowrites

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Flutter [M]︳01

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

AU: Greek Mythology (mini-series - 3rd installment)

Genre: Romance/smut

Rating: NSFW

Warning: Boob-job, oral sex (m. receiving), slight cum-play (body/facial), public sex, wing play (you got wings, and they feel good)

Words: 13000+

Notes: After storing this story for so long, it's finally here! *excited clapping*

The second part (the final part of Futter) - is set to release at the end of this month. Here is the link to my Story Road-Map for the month of May. The second part will release on the same week as the prologue release of Ménage à Trois (Jimin x Reader x Taehyung). I made a small boo-boo on the story road-map and only had Ménage à Trois written, not Flutter. But I'll fix it soon! Also, I was going to do warn you guys about dropping the update today - but after babysitting my nieces, I just had to get it up here before I fall asleep lol.

Thank you, everyone, for waiting patiently, take care~!

Masterlist ︳Prologue ︳02

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

He wasn’t just in love; he was head over heels, wholly consumed by a burning passion. The way you twirled in the flower fields, giggling innocently as you tugged him along. He loved you, and he knew, that now was the time. “Seokjin…?” You whispered, puzzled by his face of concentration, but he just smiled, brushing his hand against your flushed cheek, “My butterfly – my wings.”

Flutter [M] ︳01

“Did you see Kitten this morning? It’s like she wanted to get ruined again.”

“Give our sweet Princess a break – she’s only human after all…”

“Hmm, we both know there’s not a single thing that our sweet Kitten can’t handle.”

Your eyelashes battled innocently, cheeks reddening the more you listened. A harmonious mixture of disbelief and embarrassment painting your face.

It was impossible to strip your gaze away from them - the way Taehyung and Jimin moved their plump lips, lustful words dancing off the tips of their tongues. The way they spoke, one would have thought they were talking about their wines, not their sexual rendezvous.

What a way to start the day.

“Kitten? Princess?” You spoke with a perfectly raised brow, fingers tapping on the armrest of the couch you sat upon—an easy thing, designed by the one and only, Taehyung, himself. But the newest addition of furniture was the last thing on your mind, especially knowing that Jimin and Taehyung were utterly love-struck.

As if Eros, himself, shot them with one of his arrows.

It wasn’t that you thought Taehyung and Jimin were incapable of loving someone; you just didn’t think they would share, let alone with a mere mortal.

Your smooth voice reminded them of your presence, and they smirked to each other - leaning back into the couches they sat on. You could only imagine the filth coursing through those corrupt minds of theirs – was their mother really a human? They seem more like direct offspring of Aphrodite and Dionysus...

Taehyung’s arms rested along the back of the couch, his fingers drumming as he crossed his legs, “She’s a beauty, y/n. But more importantly-”

“She loves us, both of us.” Jimin finished, manspreading as his hands brushed through his hair, a sweet but devilish smile on his face. And just like that, you could see it; love. It twinkled in their eyes, and despite their shameless talks and the physical attractions, they genuinely loved her.

“And to think that just a moment ago, you were cute, awkward, teenagers.” you giggled, brushing your curtain of hair behind your ears. Seeing them sporting the broadest smiles on their faces, in utter bliss, made your heart swell with happiness. You’ve seen them grow, all six of them, ever since you began a courtship with the eldest brother, Seokjin.

To see them now, grown men, handsome and wise, and smitten, was the best thing that could have happened to you. To you, the brothers were your children, and it made sense since you’ve known them from the very beginning.

“Have the others met her? I would love to meet her.” You beamed, leaning forward with eagerness, and Taehyung let his long fingers tap against the couch, “Nearly everyone, except Yoongi…but, you know him…”

You pouted, nodding knowingly.

He had his own worries, his own love troubles, and seeing people madly in love would most likely dampen his mood even more.

“We invited you over as we have a task, something we could only entrust with you…” Jimin spoke, his voice light as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. With a tilted head, you nodded, eager to hear what the great Gods of Grapes could possibly want from just a butterfly-nymph like yourself.

And the moment they spoke, you felt your heart stop, face dropping that stunning smile to a forced one.

“We want to make her ours - officially. And there’s no one else we could trust with planning such an event than yourself.” Taehyung spoke, his eyes hazing over as he smiled to himself.

Your breath hitched at his words; he couldn’t possibly mean what you think he does.

“Y-you’re talking about marriage?” You muttered under your breath, and Jimin grinned, “Who would’ve thought we would be settling down already, the Great Gods of Moscofilero and Xinomavro.”

Taehyung and Jimin chuckled to themselves, nodding in unison at the thought, utterly oblivious at the sound of your involuntary giggle, hands intertwined on your lap. Your nails dug into your skin, bottom lip trembling as you thought about it – marriage.

You loved Jimin and Taehyung, but not that way.

You were happy that they were happy, glad that they found the one.

The twisting of your stomach, the lump that built up in your throat, was caused by an entirely different thing.

You’ve been with Seokjin for God knows how long, and yet, he never did propose or make any move that would suggest he was thinking of it. And while they were plenty of happy couples in Olympus, unmarried and with no desire to do so, marriage was something the both of you expressed a desire for – valued.

How long has it been? Five hundred, maybe six hundred years in mortal time? Hundreds of years, the two of you have spent cuddled under the stars, love letters and poems shared in between.

You were the couple people envied; the pair folks ran to whenever something went sour in one’s courtship. Aphrodite blessed your relationship as the ‘symbol of unity,’ boosting how she ‘couldn’t have had arranged a better pair than you.’

Oh, the irony – is it seems that everyone else was ready to engage in the act of official unity, except the very symbols themselves. The gut-wrenching feeling, skin-crawling hearing the happy news from your two balls of joy – you were jealous.

Jimin and Taehyung were ready to propose to a woman, whom they’ve known for less than a quarter than how long you and Seokjin have been dating. “I’m happy for you two.” You spoke slowly, compelling a smile to stay on your face as you gazed over at the two boys.

It wasn’t like you fantasized about being a wife since you were little, but it still hurt.

It was something you both cherished, and you didn’t think the relationship was failing, so what was it? If only you could pop the question, you would; but given Seokjin’s status, that was a no-go.

Were you wasting your time?

Asking too much from a God?

Was he-was he in love with someone else? It wasn’t uncommon for the Gods to stray away, only a handful of them stay faithful – the brothers being prime examples. But Seokjin isn’t that type of man. He’s loyal, that was never a genuine fear – unless it should?

Your heart was pounding vigorously, as if someone stuffed a waterfall inside of your body. The soft mummers from the boys were lost to the thrashing in your head – oblivious to the confused looks they shared.

Was Seokjin just content?

Maybe he does value marriage, just not with you.

Now that you’re thinking about it…Every single thing that happened in your relationship was starting to make itself present in your mind.

Every gesture, word, touch under heavy scrutiny in your brain. Even the small things were flashing, like a red blanket flying in the warm breeze in a field of white daisies. Everything seemed important.

How Seokjin kept freezing up every time you hugged him or gave him a peck. Or how awkward he seemed at times at your presence, like he was uncomfortable or stress. It was like Seokjin was there with you but not at the same time. Was your relationship falling apart this whole time, and you just never noticed? So caught up in your emotions of love and admiration, you missed the signals appearing this past month alone?

The warning signs – the red blanket.

You felt it; hands resting over yours, causing your eyes to flutter open – not realizing you had even shut them. Jimin was kneeling in front of you, his hands grasping yours. “What’s wrong…? Are you mad at us?” he questioned, voice strained.

“N-no, sorry, I was just thinking and- I’m sorry. I’m fine, Jimin, please don’t concern yourself with me-” you cooed desperately, cupping his hands and pressing a bright smile. But Jimin sulked, shaking his head at the words you spoke.

“What is on your mind, y/n? We know you as well as you know us.” Taehyung huffed. He leaned over his knees, eagerly awaiting your answer. But the truth of the matter was, what do you say?

That you’re jealous of some woman, you never met?

That you wanted to marry their brother?

“I-it’s nothing, I promise. I’ll gladly help you with your wedding.”

“It’s Seokjin…isn’t it?” Taehyung muttered under his breath. With that statement alone, he clicked his tongue, head shaking as he straightened his back and gazed away. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching, surprised that he guessed as fast as he did, but also not since it would be the only answer that would make sense.

Jimin glowered, the grip on your hand tightening tenfold, forcing your eyes to fall back on the man kneeling before you. “J-Jimin, sit up. You know it’s shunned upon for a God to kneel before anyone less than-”

“But you’re not just anyone. You’re practically our mother.”

His small hand untangled themselves with yours, dusting his stunning black silks as he stood. A bittersweet smile painted your pink lips – they viewed you as a mother figure, and that meant tons. There was a reason why you were able to speak freely with them, not having to hold your tongue. You cleaned their diapers – you earned it.

“I’m not sure what Seokjin did, but you know how he can be. He can be aloof.” Taehyung complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. He had a point, although Taehyung isn’t one to talk. Aloofness was, more often than not, his middle name.

But it wasn’t that Seokjin was unwise, he just proved…oblivious, for lack of a better word. For someone who was such a family man, a man who valued tradition and customs like the apple in his eye, he was unusually slow at picking up hints. There was a reason why you had to initiate the first kiss, the hand-holding. What a frustrating God, Seokjin, could be.

So, was it aloofness?

No, it was more so his fear of pushing you – hurting you. ‘You’re my butterfly – and I never want to be the reason why you no longer flutter as beautifully as you do.’ You smiled sheepishly, remembering his romantic words – what a goof.

“Does…Seokjin wish to marry me?” you spoke under your breath, more so a question for yourself than for your boys to hear. Jimin’s eyes widen, his jaw almost dropping to the marble floor as he huffed heatedly.

“That’s it; I’m going to talk with him. What’s wrong with that man? He’s beyond self-conceited and prides himself in being the most handsome God that he forgets to pay some attention to you.”

You blushed at Jimin’s words, hearing the anger in his voice.

There was one thing you learned about these boys – it was that Jimin was a sweetheart, but if pushed, he could make Zeus himself fearful. Standing tall, he raged internally; his jaw clenched as he brushed back his hair messily. A habit of his that often-had men and women swooning.

“Jimin, no need to get worked up-”

“But it’s utterly pathetic. He’s our older brother, yet Taehyung and I are set to wed before him! How embarrassing on his part. Can you even call yourself a God at that point?”

He nailed it.

“Maybe Seokjin isn’t interested-”

“Now, you’re starting to anger me, y/n.” Taehyung growled under his breath, his hazel eyes glaring at you with venom. Tones of exasperation and annoyance were unfamiliar, let alone having it directed towards yourself. You prepared to speak, to ease the tension, but the sound of stumbling footsteps pattering along the tiles bet you to it.

The footsteps caught the attention of you three, shifting your gaze to the tall man holding a pile of books. The unofficial God of destruction – this isn’t good. You bolted from your seat, running to Namjoon, knowing very well that it was only a matter of time before those hardcover books landed on the floor.

“T-thanks, y/n.” Namjoon grinned, passing you a bunch of ancient dusty records. There wasn’t a moment in time where he wasn’t reading, or in the process of working on another study—a man of reason and education.

“Another ‘study date’?” You teased, wiggling your brows, earning a lopsided grin. This man might as well move into Athena’s library with his partner – you’re surprised Athena hasn’t kicked him out or banned him.

“I don’t think fucking is synonymous with studying,” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, causing you to shot him wide eyes. “What can I say – I learn best through demonstration.” Namjoon pestered back.

These boys have no filter in the slightest.

“That’s it, I overstayed my welcome, I’m taking off my lovely Gods of Grapes!” You squealed, tossing the pile of books onto the coffee table. Jimin chortled, friskily slapping Namjoon’s shoulder before edging forward.

“Why not stay for lunch, we miss spending time with our mom,” Jimin asked as you grabbed your shawl. The delicate fabric fell over your shoulders, skimming your fluttering wings. Sitting down against the couch had your wings shuddering, basking in the sudden freedom, no longer constricted against the backing of the sofa.

“I wish, but I have a lunch date with Seokjin-” you started, Jimin’s touch lingering over your torso. He made sure that the fabric laid perfectly over your exposed shoulders, tugging at the loose strands of hair that managed to get trapped between your wings and the shawl: Taehyung’s influence, no doubt.

Jimin rolled his eyes at your words, ready to complain, but he didn’t get a chance.

“That’s impossible,” Namjoon interjected, frowning as he let the rest of the books tumble from his arms. You both froze, staring at Namjoon sharply, your eyes urging him to continue. Namjoon lazily tossed the last book onto the growing pile before shrugging his shoulders, “He went to the mortal realm- had some business. He isn’t set to arrive till tomorrow.”

The way Namjoon spoke casually, ignorant to the way Taehyung’s hands balled into fists. A timid ‘oh’ was all you muster up, your wings curving inward, self-doubt eating you up alive.

Seokjin left, and he didn’t tell you.

The look on Jimin’s face screamed pity, the hands that rested on your shoulders squeezing, ruining the work he put into making sure you looked nothing short of perfect.

“Y/n-” he whispered breathlessly, and you forced a smile, “I’m fine, Jimin-”

“You’re not fine, y/n, stop acting like you’re fine.” Taehyung groused, the whole room stilling at his voice. Namjoon’s face tensed, that relaxed expression vanishing as your figure cowered, hearing the way Taehyung’s temper flared.

“What’s going on? Evidently, I missed something.” Namjoon spoke, eyes switching between you and his brothers. Taehyung clicked his tongue, shaking his head once again before looking through the large window – staring at the serene gardens of their estate.

The gorgeous red and pink floras that covered the gardens, they were beginning to blossom. Their potent floral scents carried effortlessly in the light breeze and into their home – this whole time, you thought it was candles emitting the smell.

A few dots of yellow scattered throughout the fields, and it didn’t take long to take note that they were bees. Bees that were hungrily buzzing away, enjoying the sweet taste of pollen from the budding flowers. Hoseok and his partner must be on their way here.

“There’s nothing wrong, but I do need to go. I have things I need to do-” you mumbled under your breath. The last thing you wanted was to cause a more significant scene; the rest of the brothers getting involved. Mainly because the only person scarier than Jimin was Hoseok. You don’t want to make that ball of sunshine upset.

Your hands scrabbled with Jimin’s, trying to fix the way the shawl draped your shoulders, before stopping. “Seokjin is neglecting y/n, and she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore!” Jimin blurted, and your face flushed in embarrassment.

“Jimin!” you shrieked, and Jimin glared.

“What? Is it not true? Were you not in tears just five minutes ago?” he fought back, crossing his arms. You frowned, mouth opening and closing at a loss of words. He had you there.

“Y/n…is this true?” Namjoon whispered, and you found yourself panicking. You swear you’re going to kill Jimin and Taehyung-

You rushed to form words, a string of incoherent sounds leaving you – just digging yourself in a greater and greater hole. Namjoon stared as you fumbled to think, and it was that look in his eyes that had you shutting up – because it was the lack of words in this case that spoke loud enough.

“It just- it just doesn’t make sense.” Namjoon breathed, letting his being fall onto the couch in disbelief. Taehyung’s body bounced at the sudden drop of Namjoon, and he immediately rose his brows in surprise at seeing his elder brother so awestruck. He watched as Namjoon ran his hands through his hair, before rubbing his neck in deep thought. Namjoon was thinking – he knows something.

Taehyung slouched over to Namjoon, curiously, seemingly noticing the same thing you picked up on. “I heard Seokjin went to talk with our grandfather a few weeks ago…does that have something to do with this?” Taehyung asked.

Zeus? Why would he do that, he wasn’t due for another wine delivery for a few weeks-

Namjoon griped under his breath, puckering as he stared up at everyone’s expression. Jimin’s arm snaked around your shoulder, pulling you close, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. “Is there something we don’t know?” Jimin questioned.

Namjoon let out another sigh as if he was debating with himself- “Y/n…are you-are you certain about Seokjin?” You exhaled, the tips of your wings cowering even lower, grazing Jimin’s arm.

“I-I thought we were okay. But the more I think about it, Seokjin’s been distant. He’s there for a moment, and just as we connect, he pulls. It’s like he’s on his toes, on edge. Like something is bothering him.”

“Namjoon, if you know something-” Jimin edged, and Namjoon nodded.

“I do, but it’s not what you guys think.”

“Meaning?” you inquired, and Namjoon rubbed his chin.

“Meaning – I thought you love-butterflies were betrothed.”

Jimin and Taehyung almost dropped to the floor before snapping their heads back in your direction. Your eyes widen, hearing those words leave Namjoon’s lips. Was this some sort of joke? But the way Namjoon hunched forward, his expression nothing short of sombre.

He’s serious. Namjoon genuinely thinks that you and Seokjin-

“What gave you the idea that we’re betrothed?” you blubbered, rubbing your temples with your thumbs, trying to conjure up the vaguest idea of Namjoon’s logic. Your wings twitched in annoyance, completely caught off guard. Namjoon was the smart one, the brains of the family – but that was undoubtedly the silliest thing you have heard to date.

Jimin brushed his locks, just as flustered, “Care to elaborate?”

“Seokjin told me he was due to propose. I reckoned you were keeping silent until you set a date. I didn’t know this was going on. I thought you were happy.” Namjoon reasoned, and you let out a bitter laugh. “Fine? It seems like we’ve been anything but fine.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

Marriage?

Propose?

If only-

“And Seokjin said he was going to propose to y/n?” Taehyung inquired, and Namjoon’s mouth opened, but he didn’t utter a single word. His lips came to a close, head tilting as he thought long and hard.

And at that moment, you felt it. The way your heart twisted, stomach squeezing painfully tight – as if someone kicked you in the gut.

“He wasn’t talking about me when he said propose…was he?” You blurted, biting your lips to hold back to wave of tears threatening to explode. Your skin felt like it was on fire – cheeks flushed, a cold sweat rising as embarrassment took its course through your veins.

Never, in your life, have you felt as stupid as you did now.

“I need to go; please enjoy your lunch.” You pressed, forcing a smile to emerge on your face, not bothering to make it reach your eyes. Jimin swore under his breath, grabbing your hand as you tried desperately to turn on your heels, escaping his grasp.

“Halt, you’re staying right here. I refuse to believe that Seokjin would do this. He loves you; we love you. You’re practically our mother-” Jimin fumed, Namjoon standing from his spot, nodding in agreeance.

“There has to be a misunderstanding.”

“I think Seokjin doesn’t appreciate y/n. Who leaves their partner behind for an overnight trip without saying a word?” Taehyung grumbled, crossing his arms as he slumped deeper into the couch. Jimin pouted, letting his fingers trail up your face, squeezing your chin, “I agree. Seokjin doesn’t appreciate you at all…after everything you’ve done for us.”

“It’s fine. I guess-I guess…” the words left the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t finish your sentence. What were you going to do? Were you going to let six hundred years go down the drain?

But if he doesn’t love you anymore, what more can you do?

He said it countless times; he wanted you to fly. Spread those butterfly wings of yours wide, explore the world and be free.

“I think it’s time I let him fly…” You whispered, and Jimin’s touch rose, wiping the small tear that fell down your cheek. “No, I refuse to see you hurt like this, y/n.” Jimin hummed, and Namjoon’s hand slipped over Jimin’s shoulder.

“I agree, y/n. There isn’t another being who Seokjin loves as much as you.”

“You two are the perfect pair, taught us that true love does exist.”

“I bet this is one huge misunderstanding.” Namjoon reasoned. Jimin tangled his hand into your locks, bringing you into his chest, your wings laying flat. You smiled in his dark coloured robes, sniffling.

His warm scent filled your nostrils, the cuddle-bug of the family. How you adored Jimin’s embraces, the only person who could fill the current void in your heart whenever Seokjin wasn’t around.

“Hoseok is going to be here soon, with his bumblebee.” You mumbled into his clothing, and Jimin shrugged. His arms still tightly wrapped around your figure, and you realized that Taehyung, at some point, stood as well. His touch was lingering up and down your hair, humming softly. “Let’s make this quick. You talk with Seokjin, ask him what’s going on.” Jimin muttered into your locks.

“Do I mention the proposal?”

Taehyung spoke up from behind, “If you do, Seokjin might get mad at Namjoon for speaking out of turn.” Namjoon huffed, rubbing his chin in thought. Taehyung had a point, the last thing you wanted was to get the brothers more tangled up in this mess than needed.

This was between you and Seokjin.

“You’re right…I guess I should confront him about everything else…”

“Or give him an ultimatum.” Taehyung proposed.

Everyone’s attention piqued at his words, and you pulled away from Jimin’s comforting embrace to watch Taehyung. Your wings titled back slightly in curiosity, studying the way he strolled over to his wine corner, grabbing a glass by the neck, and a wine bottle.

You watched as the striking God effortlessly pulled the cork, pouring the dark coloured wine. The liquid dripped into the glass, the red so pigmented, it almost looked purple – fitting as it matched the very colour Taehyung wore at the moment.

He lifted the cup smoothly to his plump lips, humming as he stole a sip.

“Three Weeks.” Taehyung droned as he drank. He let his tongue lick his bottom lip, not daring to waste a single drop of his Xinomavro wine, enjoying the plum-like flavours.

“Give him three weeks to prove himself to you. And if he fails – then you leave because you deserve someone far better. Someone who will kiss the very ground you walk upon and watch in awe when you flutter those stunning wings of yours.”

You found yourself breathless, hearing the beautiful words leave Taehyung. But the look on his face was stern; he meant what he said, with all his heart.

“Or she could just confront Seokjin, do a little something called communication,” Namjoon argued, but you found your head shaking, because while you agreed some good-old fashion communication was key here- it wasn’t enough.

The truth was, you have asked Seokjin about his strange behaviour multiple times. But since he never responded or acknowledged such, you figured you were the one going crazy.

“Deal.” You whispered towards Taehyung, and he rose his wine glass, walking over to were you stood, cuddled with Jimin. He placed the cup into your hand, whatever was leftover swishing.

Taehyung piercing eyes stared, signalling you to take a sip, and without a second thought, you brought the very cup Taehyung just had his lips wrapped upon to yours. The acidic flavours mixed with plums hit your tongue with a burst, the taste rich.

“Three weeks.” You mumbled between sips, mind swirling.

“Seokjin has three weeks to prove his love. And if he starts putting in the effort, and I see a change, even a tiny bit, I’ll stay. But if he doesn’t – I’ll fly. Higher than ever before.”

A tired sigh left your lips, tossing your white coloured shawl over your shoulder as you wandered through the fields of tall grass, spotting your shared home with Seokjin just a few minutes away. The thought of letting the sweaty robes from your body drop onto the marble floors, soaking in a warm bath, had you mewling in delight.

Your arms stretched high above you, fingertips reaching into the sky, relishing the sensation of your muscles expanding and liberating all of the tension from today. Aimlessly, you surveyed how the setting sun cast shadows along the hedge – elongated figures of the trees and flowers adorning the ground underneath your feet.

A drained smile emerged on your face, another moan leaving as you let your wings extend fully. Your wings were begging for rest, flapping away without a second to rest as you worked.

Today was one of the rare days you got to work with Hoseok’s partner in crime – the sweetest honey-nymph you’ve met. Her warm personality, giggles just as fresh as the honey she produced. They were a match made by Aphrodite – a perfect pair.

You were reluctant at first to let your wings free in front of new people, the brothers an exception. As, more often than not, they startled others. But Hoseok’s sweet bumblebee had you dropping your insecurities in seconds, raving about how she envied you – wishing she had a pair of spectacular wings like yourself.

The corner of lips tugged upwards, remembering her face of pure enthusiasm reminded you of someone else – Seokjin. Your eyes widen in disbelief, realizing where you currently were, the giant tree with red coloured leaves catching your attention.

This was where you first met Seokjin, the day you fell in love with him.

You were hunched over in this very spot, crying your eyes out as one of your butterfly colonies was almost destroyed in a thunderstorm – courtesy of one of Zeus’s fits of rage. You felt their pain, the butterflies mourning their losses at the lightening that just so happened to strike near them. It was as you were crying over the dead carcasses, tears staining, you felt a hand on your head, a gentle voice humming to you.

‘Are you okay?’

You let out a small snicker, shaking your head as you brushed back your hair behind your ears – the memories of that faithful day washing over you. The sun was starting to hide behind the red-coloured tree – a halo emerging.

It was those three simple words – three simple words that would be the start of your budding romance. Never, have you met someone as handsome, or prideful, as Seokjin. He had a look etched on his face that day; brows pinched together as he watched over your desperate figure with a look of attentiveness.

You’d never felt as self-conscious about yourself more than that moment – having someone as astonishingly handsome as him, standing above you. Your wings were cradling your body, cowering at his presence.

While you didn’t know who he was precisely – you did know that he was a God at the very least. He wiped the tears that stained your cheeks with the palms of his hands, cooing as you cried. You could vividly remember how soft his skin was against yours, like butter.

It was terrifying.

Your stomach in knots, panicking internally because, at that moment, a God was comforting you. An act of humility completely unheard of till the Great Brothers, the Gods of Grapes, came to grace this realm. Dionysus’s sons, they truly changed the playing field in Mount Olympus.

‘T-they died’ were the only words you managed to fumble out, struggling to string together the remainder of your sentence, ‘Zeus’ thunderstorm.’

Somehow, Seokjin understood the words you choked, nodding his head. And you could still vaguely remember the slight shock hearing the words he said afterwards, ‘I will speak with Zeus. But for now, let us mourn.’

Little, did you know, he genuinely meant it – both things. That not even a few hours later, he went straight to Zeus, demanding that he aims his thunder elsewhere. How his hands were filthy, soil stuck underneath his nails as he helped dig shallow graves for your sweet butterflies.

You found yourself still in front of the tree, smiling to yourself.

God – you were in love with this man.

But why did he have to be so frustrating?

Where was the God who would wake up early to cook breakfast because he merely could? Or the God who squealed for two hours straight because he couldn’t get past the fact that Hoseok was in love with a honey-nymph, and that meant getting over his fear of insects?

You snorted to yourself, remembering how long it took Seokjin to get over his fear of butterflies. For someone terrified of nature itself, he sure had a lot of balls to get that close up to you when your wings were in full display, to comfort you.

The confidence of a God, that’s for sure.

In the midst of laughing by yourself at the flashing memories, oblivious to the soft sounds of grass crunching behind you, hands fell over your eyes from behind, your wings fluttering in surprise and trapping the figure that stood behind. A gaudy laugh boomed from their lips – like a sweet song sung by Eros.

“Seokjin~!” You gasped, knowing all too well of the gentle touch and rumbling.

He continued laughing as your wings fluttered around his body, displaying the happiness in your heart to hear his sweet voice once again. His touch left your face, a content hum leaving his lips, “Mm, you guessed correct, my sweet butterfly.” He mused, and in a flash, you twirled.

Seeing his black hair ruffled from the wind, you spurred on – the handsome smile on his face as his eyes crinkled. His laugh lines were prominent, his white robes making him appear more God-like as if that was possible. It should be a crime to be as handsome as him, the red-orange hues of the dipping sun casting shadows over his faultless features.

But just a quick at your heart swelled with pleasure, a flash of annoyance bubbled – and the look didn’t go unnoticed. Seokjin quickly raised a brow at the sudden shift in mood, and you felt your hands ball into fists.

“You left me!” You squealed, and Seokjin pouted.

“Sorry, my butterfly. I misunderstood, I thought the trip would be short-”

“Seokjin, if your brother didn’t tell me, I would’ve been sitting here, waiting for our date – two days ago!” You lectured, and Seokjin grimaced, realizing the seriousness in your tone. No way were you going to let this slide—the icing on the cake for the weirdness in his actions these past few weeks.

He let out a weary sigh, raising his hand.

You felt the way his fingers traced down your features, letting himself memorize your appearance to his heart's content. Down the bridge of your nose, to the cupid of your lips. “I’m remorseful. It was uncalled for.” Seokjin whispered, and you could tell by the way his gaze dipped he meant it.

Your shoulders slumped, your wings no longer in full span – in a defensive stance. They dropped, curving inwards as you hugged your shoulders. “Don’t leave unannounced like that again, please. I was worried. I thought I did something wrong.” You whispered, and Seokjin eyes widen at the news.

“You did nothing wrong – don’t think that.”

“You’ve been acting strange, Seokjin. It’s like…something is on your mind.” Seokjin let out a heavy breath, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “That obvious?” he muttered, and you puckered. You rose your hands, cupping his face to rest in your palms. Seokjin did look tired – exhausted. It was like a thousand things were running through his mind.

“You need a drink.” You teased softly, earning a silly smile to emerge. He brushed his face into your touch, groaning as you caressed his cheeks, his touch leaving your face and grasping your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I think Yoongi’s stoic nature is getting to me.”

“You went with him to the human realm?”

“Mhmm, and it seems a bit of him rubbed off on me.”

“Hmm, I would agree, but you’ve been acting like this for some time, now – Jin…” You whispered, and you seemed to have caught his full attention. With a tongue in cheek expression, he cheekily spoke. “No longer mad? Saying my nickname?”

You blushed, flicking his nose before yanking your touch from him.

“Shush, Jin. I’m still mad.” You grumbled, crossing your arms as you turned on your heel. You stomped forward, walking in the direction of your home, and you could hear Seokjin snorting behind.

“Oh, come on, you know you love me. How can you not love this handsome face?” Jin teased, letting his hands rest behind your hips. A shiver ran up your spine, his touch falling far too close to the juncture of your wings, and the goosebumps that rose on your skin didn’t go unnoticed.

“Come on, let me show you how much I love you. I missed you – missed that sweet voice of yours.” He purred, letting his hot breath fan, his fingers playing with the soft hairs of your wings. You blushed at how quick your breath hitched, a hot sweat painting your skin at the teasing touch.

“I have a wing to pick with you, first.” You huffed, trying to fight back the silent mewls of pleasure he was causing. It was the equivalent of running your hands through your hair after having it up in a bun all day – his long fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns of yellow and blue on your wings.

You felt your steps get smaller, trying to catch more of his touch, but the exasperation and the conversation with your lovely boys still haunted your mind.

Three Weeks.

“And what wing do you have with me, that you so wish to pick, rather than enjoy the pleasure I can undo upon you.” Seokjin bantered, and that alone had your crack – almost. Because as much as you loved this man, his cheesy pick-up lines, his prideful nature – the frustrations he has inflicted upon you this past month was uncalled for.

And you weren’t going to let it slide.

“Come on; it can’t be that bad. Not something a little vitamin-Me can’t fix.” Seokjin laughed from behind, and you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. You stopped walking, his figure bumping into your wings, catching his frailing arms in between.

Looking over your shoulder, your brows pinched together with a stern expression. “Seokjin.” You said point-blank, and you saw the goofy smile on his face change ultimately.

“My sweet butterfly…what’s wrong?”

“I’m truthful; you’ve been…different. And I don’t know if its work, but I don’t appreciate how it is affecting us.” You spoke honestly, and Seokjin's expression shifted right away. He forced you to turn on your heel to face him, his forehead pressed against yours as he cupped your jaw.

“I don’t think I’ve been acting that strange,” Seokjin muttered, and your eyes widen. “Seokjin, this is the most time we’ve spent together before you rush off.”

“Not true-”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. Did we not go on a date just last week?”

“Yes, and after twenty minutes of pampering in Aphrodite’s spa, you left because ‘you had to ensure the grapes in your winery was okay.’” You refuted, and Seokjin’s mouth twisted to a frown.

“Fine, how about the date before? I took you to the lovely seas of Poseidon for a romantic seafood dinner.”

“Which lasted, yet again, for twenty minutes because you wanted to ensure ‘Poseidon’s wines haven’t spoiled.’” The colour from Seokjin’s face drained, realizing that with every argument he rose – you broke it down to pieces. It was like he was scared to spend more than twenty minutes with you.

You’re surprised he didn’t run off again.

“Jin…” you whispered tenderly, letting your hands rise to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your touch. You were tired of him continually raising a point, just for you to counter and a pained expression to emerge as a result.

You didn’t want to fight, you wanted a change in pace, to express your feelings of how you felt. “I love you, Jin, so much. But you’ve been acting strange. And it worries me. I feel like-I feel like you don’t love me anymore.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Of course, I love you. Listen, my butterfly. I’ve been foolish, Athena would be furious. And I promise, starting tonight – I’ll be the God you deserve, the God you fell in love with.” He proclaimed, and you couldn’t help but smile at his words. Because you could tell with your heart, the way his eyes lit with a burning passion – he meant it.

It was like the air around him changed, his shoulders squaring up as he proclaimed proudly.

Your noses touched, rubbing in excitement as your wings fluttered happily. “That is all I want, Jin. I want the old you back. And if you need help with work or someone to talk, I’m here. I’ve always been here, Jin. I want to help.” You whispered, your lips brushing against each other.

He nodded, letting his hands bring your jaw closer to his face. His lips brushed against yours, envious of how soft and juicy his were in comparison, like clouds in the sky.

“I know you’re here. I’ve been acting silly, far from a God. And I apologize.”

“Apology accepted, now kiss me, I yearn for your touch.” You whispered, and Jin grinned, shaking his head. “I will after you accept my promise.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll prove to you, in these three weeks alone- how much I love you. Sweep you off your feet higher than your wings could ever.” Your breath hitched, finding the irony in his statement – three weeks.

“It’s a promise, Jin. Now kiss me.” You moaned, pressing your lips against his.

He beamed, watching the way your wings cradled around your forms, trying desperately to push yourself up against his body as much as you could. His shoulders encompassed your physique, as your lips moved in a sweet dance.

And, for the first time in months – you felt that connection that you thought was gone.

Three weeks.

You could hear it, feel it – as clear as day.

The sounds of trickling water, the soft grass under your feet. Even the strong smell of flowers and the distinct sound of harps stringing smooth tunes. The environment felt romantic in nature, skin a blushing pink hearing the feminine whispers around you.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the women weren’t conversing about you and your lover of a God. Yet, you couldn’t, for the life of you – pinpoint where you were.

Jin chuckled into your ear, his hands still firmly wrapped around your eyes, enjoying how you struggled to guess. Your wings were hidden entirely at the moment, two small tattoos lining the curvature of your back as Seokjin led you forward.

“No more guesses? Gave up already?” Seokjin teased, and you pouted.

“I’m trying to think.”

“You need a brain to think.”

“Jin~!” You yelped in annoyance, earning another laugh from the playful God behind you. He placed a chaste kiss on your neck, “I’m just joking, you’re as smart of Namjoon.”

“Now you’re just trying to butter me up.”

“There’s no winning with you, is there?” Seokjin pestered, and you snorted at the genuine hint of hurt in his tone. Your hands fell over his, eager to rip them off your face to find out where Seokjin was taking you.

It was driving you mad.

This whole morning, till now – he wouldn’t shut up about the surprise he had planned for you. And he was insistent on covering your eyes during the whole event because he didn’t want you to guess until you got here.

“Jin, come on- can I please see?” You asked, but it was a musical laugh, a laugh so beautiful that had you connecting all the pieces.

“You truly are a playful pair, youthful in nature. How I envy you both.”

Seokjin’s hands left your face, and in a flash, you bowed down the bomb-shell of a Goddess in front of you. Her long blond locks cascaded down her back, beautiful beach waves glistening under the sunlight. A single finger laid over her red lips, a sly smile on her face as she giggled over you both.

“My Goddess, it’s a pleasure.” You whispered, and she nodded, “It is a pleasure to serve any of Dionysus’ Sons, and his special someone.” She purred, stepping forward. Her fingernails dragged along your face, taking in your appearance with a happy smile.

“You truly are one of my finest matches…I picked well for you, Seokjin. Wouldn’t you agree?” Seokjin chuckled from behind, his hands falling over your shoulders, “I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else, but my sweet butterfly.”

“Oh, the romance~.” Aphrodite sang, stepping back with a twist of her hips. She swung her hand high in the air, nymphs running to her aid immediately with oils and silks. “Please guide my dear guests to my private springs. Let them rinse themselves clean before indulging them with a massage and mask. I want them leaving here completely renewed.” She hummed, skipping away with joy in each step.

Your mouth dropped – her private springs?

Only her most celebrated and trusted companions receive such an honour. You found your lips ready to move, to proclaim your thanks for her gracious hospitality, but she beat you to it.

She gazed over her bare shoulder, licking her lips in delight as she winked playfully, “Also, ensure you give these lovers privacy during their time in the springs. I want them to feel like they’re at the comforts of their home, free to express their sensuality to the fullest.”

The heat that rose to your cheeks at her words had you unable to breathe, and Aphrodite laughed at your expression.

“Enjoy.”

The nymphs danced towards you both, linking their arms with yours, urging you in the right direction. You looked over at Seokjin, noticing the nymphs hastily sending him off towards the other side of the spring.

“You’ll reconnect in the spring.” A nymph sang into your ear, and you nodded, swallowing hard.

Why do you have a feeling Aphrodite had something naughty up her sleeve?

The stunning blues and yellows of your wings were in full display, curved around your naked body as you entered into the water.

How you hated getting your wings wet, despite the beautiful reflections it cast in the still water. Like a starry blue-hued night, the yellows specs reminding you of the wandering planets that graced the heavens above. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that after this bath, you would need to sun-bath in an attempt to dry your wings.

The luke-warm water hit your hips, your wings opening a touch, no longer eager to hide your naked body. Your hair covered your breasts, and with a final gasp, you let your knees buckle, dipping into the depths.

A soft moan of contentment escaped your lips, enjoying the feeling of warmth around your body, completely weightless. Your hair floated around you, the tips of your wings peeping out from under.

“Enjoying yourself?” A deep voice growled from beside you, and you jumped.

Seokjin was still standing tall, blocking the sun from hitting your face. Your mouth dropped shamelessly, pink tainting your cheeks as your eyes raked up his body. Those broad shoulders, droplets of water falling from his hair as the sunlight made his skin glow.

“How long were you there for?” You gasped, and Seokjin shrugged his shoulders, letting his body sink into the water leisurely. “Long enough to see you hide your body with your wings. A shame, because I was expecting a show.”

You pouted at his words, standing slightly in the water, so only the tops of your breasts were insight. The naughty grin on Seokjin’s face as he swam closer towards you, letting his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his grasp. Naturally, your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing your feet to tangle with his legs, and a shy blush coated your cheeks, realizing he was just as bare as you.

“What’s wrong? Feel something you like?” Seokjin teased, and you hid your face into his neck, squirming your hips feeling his semi-erect cock against your core. It has been a while since you two have been intimate. He was so busy this past month that you were lucky to see him in the mornings, let alone when you came to bed.

You grumbled under your breath, letting your arms wrap around his neck, “You’re a hand full.”

“Good thing, you have two hands.” Seokjin spiritedly bantered back, earning a small giggle from you.

You pulled back, letting your noses touch in delight. “You planned all of this…?”

“I wanted us to re-do our last date. The first step of us starting anew, although being naked in the spring, was Aphrodite’s idea, not mine...” Seokjin hummed, his eyes falling shut for a moment.

He indeed looked stunning out here in the spring.

The definition of a God-like appearance, even Aphrodite gushed to Dionysus, how handsome all his sons were, particularly Seokjin. Everything about him was perfect, from his smile to his nose, his shoulders, to his cute little toes. You breathed in deeply, taking in his fresh scent, a perfect mix of green fruit with a touch of citrus.

He let his body float, carrying you with him, and it wasn’t long until you found yourself near the fall, resting against the rocks. Your head snuggled deep into his neck, moaning as you took another deep inhale.

“I miss your wine…” You whispered breathlessly because that was precisely how he smelt – that white wine of his, Roditis.

Your lips brushed against his neck, feeling the way his pulse fastened in pace, hearing your words. Just from his scent alone, you felt drunk. Taking a sip of Taehyung’s wine a few days ago made you forget how much you yearned for Seokjin’s.

And there was more than just one way to get your fill.

Your hands ran over his broad shoulders, feeling the way his muscles relaxed under the pressure of working, before trailing down his chest, “I love you, y/n. And I apologize for neglecting you.” Seokjin whispered slightly strangled, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he felt your hands dip further down his chest.

You could feel him hardening further against you, sliding perfecting between your lips, and poking your sensitive clit. “Mmm, it’s okay, you were stressed with work. I understand, just please, don’t neglect me in such a way again. It hurt.”

“It was not work that caused this, butterfly. I’ve meant to tell you something, ask you something.” Seokjin grunted, as you feverishly planted kisses up his neck. His eyes rolled back, his hands falling over your hips as he nudged forward.

You moaned as you placed another wet kiss against his jaw, moving your way up to his lips. He was fully erect, bucking against yourself, and you could feel the slickness between your legs grow. “How I missed your touch.” He breathed, and you smiled, watching as he opened his eyes, in a complete daze.

His breath was heavy, hands carefully rubbing up against your back, fingers teasing the base of your wings. He grinned, watching how you squirmed on top of him, mewling at the touch. It felt so good, your mind whirling as your hands dug into his pelvis, helplessly bucking against his cock.

“Seokjin-”

“I know I want you.” He groaned, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

“Let me treat you.” You whispered, and he rose a brow, not understanding your words. “Why do such a thing? After how I treated you this month-”

Your hands dropped, fingers playfully falling over the veins of erection, wrapping around him. His head tossed backwards, groaning as you temptingly jerked under the water, thumb brushing his swollen head.

“You apologized, and you planned this date. Let me show you my gratitude for listening to my words.”

“How?”

“Sit on top of the rocks.” You nudged, letting go of his length, and pushing backward. He watched how you nibbled on your lip in delight, excited to do such a thing, in public.

You were a bit of a prune, traditional – not nearly as adventurous or curious as Taehyung or Jimin. But being here in Aphrodite’s domain, added a bit of spice and romance in the air, the need to try something different and exciting entering your mind.

You watched as Seokjin stood for a moment, before sitting himself on a rock, his legs dangling over into the water - his erection standing tall between his legs. His skin was flushed, watching as pearls of water dripped down his length – your mouth watering.

Without sparing a moment, you inched your way forward, standing slightly.

Seokjin watched with interest, seeing your wings twitch in delight, as you leaned over his crotch. Your hands slide up your body, brushing your hair behind before letting your fingers dance underneath your breasts.

“And what is my butterfly planning on doing?” Seokjin groaned, taking in the sight of your naked body before him to the fullest. The thoughts that ran through his mind, memorizing every curve and beauty mark that littered your skin. He couldn’t understand in the slightest how you weren’t a Goddess. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes.

From the way you shyly blushed, how your fingers twirled over your skin. A work of art-

“I saw the way you were eyeing my chest…” You blushed, and Seokjin merely grinned, not at all embarrassed of being caught doing such a thing.

“I can’t help it – your breasts are my weakness.”

“I know…so I thought it would fun to try something new, something like this?” You mused, cupping your mounds in your hands. With his legs spread wide, your body eased between him.

You let your breasts fall over him, his cock perfectly nestled in between and the groan that Seokjin let out had you pressing your thighs together. His head tossed back for a moment, running his hands through his hair at the sensation of your warm mounds, pressed tightly around his leaking cock.

Another bead of pre-cum dribbled from his slit, and you couldn’t help but dip your head down, tongue lapping. The taste of his wine hit you at full force.

It was intoxicating – addicting.

“So good.” You purred without realizing it, taking another long lick along his slit. Seokjin’s hand fell over your head, fingers tangling themselves into your hair, ripping you from your trance. His expression was strangled, observing with heavy eyes the erotic sight in front of him.

Spit dribbled from your mouth, a natural lube that dripped down your breasts, slowly raising them up and down his shaft. “Shit.” Seokjin groaned, his free hand digging into the dirt around him, he was already about to lose it.

The sight of seeing Seokjin struggling to keep his composure, after doing nothing, had your confidence soaring. Your touch moved up your breasts, your fingers playing with your perky nipples as a poor attempt of pleasure. Seokjin grunted, seeing how turned on you were, bucking his hips to meet your slow bounces.

Your hot skin against his cock, your saliva lubing his shaft as you sprung your breasts up and down. “You’re going to end me, y/n.” Seokjin moaned, his pelvis tensing the further you pressed your mounds together.

Daringly, you continued to let your tongue tease the head that would pop from between the valley of your chest before wrapping your lips entirely. Seokjin jerked, his head tossed against the rock, struggling to keep it together. You watched how his toes curled, pulling on your hair, urging you further.

You let yourself drown in his pleasure, teasingly running along the underside of his erection, tracing the thick vein that ran up his length.

“Shit, I’m not going to last long.” Seokjin huffed breathlessly, and you couldn’t help but giggle, the vibration driving Seokjin wild.

“Aah- a whole month without your touch – a-and now you expect me to l-aah-ast between your breasts, like this?” Seokjin moaned, thrusting his hips as you picked up the pace. You let your nipples roll between your fingers, panting as you bobbed up and down, lips engulfing whatever your mounds failed to capture.

“Don’t hold back; I want you.” You whispered between full lips, and Seokjin hissed. He saw the look of desire in your eyes, your wings fully extended, and he knew that was a sign of your attentiveness – your need.

Lost in moving up and down his shaft, drinking up his pre-cum, you failed to notice how his hand left your hair, reaching forward. You let out a whiny moan, eyes rolling back as you instinctively squished your breasts together, tugging on your nubs – Seokjin letting out a grunt in return.

His hand reached to touch the tips of wings, his fingers running through the tiny hairs that decorated them, “Th-they’re sensitive.” You whimpered, moving down his cock faster the further he dragged his touch.

“I know,” Seokjin smirked, another grunt escaping his lips as he bucked in the pace of your movements. Your eyes fluttered close, struggling to maintain the speed as your lips sucked. The feeling of his vigilant touch, hearing him whimper underneath you as you lapped desperately.

“Mmm, I’m going to lose it.” Seokjin panted, seeing his chest flush to a red. His thighs were tensing around you, holding you in place as he bit his lips. His thrusts were sloppy, and you felt the way his cock pulsated.

“In my mouth?” You hummed, eyes opening to meet his gaze.

He looked beyond fucked, brows pinched together, groaning as your gazes met. “No, all over your breasts.”

You grinned, no longer letting your lips wrap around him, your tongue lolling out. The wet muscle laid flat along the underside of his erection, humming as you moved down against him.

“Cum for me then, paint me.” You whispered, and that seemed to do the trick.

His back arched, stilling for a moment before his cock twitched - the first spurt of cum landing on your tongue. You moaned at the sensation of the sticky substance, watching it trickle down from his leaking head, oozing its way down his shaft and onto your breasts.

The sight itself was erotic, Seokjin moaning as he came over your fleshy mounds, you fucking him slowly as he rode his high. Another spurt of cum flew into the air, landing on your face, the remainder painting your chest. Your tongue darted out hungrily, moaning at the flavour that painted your palette – his delicious wine.

“Mmm, so good.” You whined in delight, not caring in the least at the messy state you were. And Seokjin didn’t seem to care either, his face red, panting as you worked his cock leisurely. His muscles twitched slightly, signalling he was starting to get sensitive, and only then did you pull away.

You let your hands slip from your breasts, bouncing and hanging low once again, painted with his essence.

“Shit, I never came that fast before.” Seokjin laughed breathlessly, running his hands through his hair. You giggled, letting a finger run down your chest, picking up the sticky substance to your lips. Moaning as you stole another taste, Seokjin grunted at the view.

“Want more?” Seokjin teased, and you flushed at his words.

“Maybe later tonight.” You shyly giggled, stepping back from his legs. He released another drained breath, watching him slowly softened, before falling back into the water. “It seems like Aphrodite’s domain got to us.”

“I don’t know what came over me; I just wanted you.” You whispered, diving back into the water, washing away whatever remnants of his seed that was beginning to dry over your skin. Seokjin grinned, wrapping his hands over your hips and bringing you closer, snuggling his head closer into your neck.

You relaxed in his touch, sighing contently, feeling him pepper kisses. “What did you wish to ask me earlier, before we…diverged.” You giggled into his ear, his kisses tickling you. But the moment the question left your lips, he kisses stopped, tensing.

Seokjin pulled away slightly, a forced smile appearing on his face. “Nothing important.” He hurriedly spoke.

Too fast.

His pitch was oddly squeaky, and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. He’s lying – and he’s a terrible liar.

“Tell me, Jin. You know I won’t judge.” You gently encouraged, smiling as you placed a kiss on his neck. But rather than him easing into your embrace, you felt him stiffen further, retreating from the sweet gesture. You felt your heart ache, hurt by the rejection as Seokjin’s face flashed with conflicting emotions.

“Forgot it, y/n. Let it go.” He spoke sternly.

In a flash, you jerked back, shoving him and swimming away from his lap.

“Seokjin, what’s wrong with you? You just apologized for pushing me away all this time, we just shared a moment, and now you’re pushing me away again!” You grumbled, annoyed at his fickleness.

You did not just pleasure him as you did for the sake of doing it – out of lust. It was because you felt the spark once again, felt the man you fell in love with. But the man who was currently in front of you changed once again, right before your eyes.

Seokjin’s expression softened, swearing under his breath, seeing the hurt in your eyes. “You’re right, I’m sorry – I just-trust me; it’s nothing important. I thought now would be a good time to mention it, but it isn’t. Forgive me.” Seokjin spoke honestly, and you could tell in the look in his eyes he was remorseful.

His arms outstretched before you, urging you to take his hands with your own.

Hesitantly, you let him pull you back into his embrace, dragging you closer towards him and into his chest. And as you placed your head onto his torso, you couldn’t push away the uneasiness in your gut.

The romantic touch in the air was gone; the butterflies of love replaced with an uncomfortable trace.

“I’m sorry, my butterfly. That was rude of me.”

“It was…” You grumbled, trying to find that comfortable spot in his embrace. But no matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t. A piece of trust you had given him, ripped in half, and Seokjin seemed to notice it as well.

“Give me one more chance to make it up to you. Let’s re-do our sea-side dinner, date? Since I messed up this date beyond repair.” Seokjin whispered with regret. You pulled back, a troubled pout on your lips.

“You promise you won’t push me away again, like right now?”

“I promise my butterfly. Give me another chance. Please?’

Two weeks left.

“…fine.” You meekly answered a tinge of hesitance in your voice. Because as annoyed and hurt as you were, you could still see the man you wanted in his eyes.

Seokjin was trying, although failing, he was trying.

“Thank you; you won’t regret it, my butterfly,” Seokjin whispered.

Little did you two know that Aphrodite stood off to the side, a large frown on her face.

“You’re a fool, Seokjin. I gave you a chance, and you blew it.” She whispered under her breath, pinching her nose in frustration. How she hated showing such a negative emotion – it did nothing but add wrinkles to her proclaim skin.

But how exasperated Aphrodite was – words couldn’t even begin to capture her state of mind. She twirled on her heel, beckoning her nymphs towards her.

They all rushed to her side, eagerly awaiting her word.

“Tell Poseidon that Seokjin failed. That I am entrusting him with this task. If Seokjin waits any longer – he won’t have a lover to propose.”

How envious you were of the colours that painted Poseidon’s domain.

The mermaids all sported vibrant tails, colours of pinks and purples, some green and blue. They sang to their heart's content, voices low and sultry. Every single one of them had bedroom eyes – despite doing nothing more but brushing each other's hair with the shells they collected.

Their breasts were covered with their long hair, and the moment they saw you arriving, their smiles widen. “Wine delivery?” They sung, swimming towards the shoreline with curious looks in their eyes.

You smiled sweetly back at them, shaking your head as you watched in awe as their bodies twisted in the deep-blue waters, the shells and pearls that adorned their hair glittering. There wasn’t a single mermaid that didn’t steal your breath – beings crafted in the art of seduction yet possessed the strength of a hundred men.

Truly dangerous, but speculator beings.

“Not tonight, the God of Roditis, Seokjin, wishes to take me on a date.” You smiled, brushing your hair back. Their eyes widen, giggling amongst each other before a mermaid swam forward. She leaned against the rocks, pulling her torso out of the water.

“Come forward, butterfly-nymph, let me bless this date.” She purred, reaching into her hair, and drawing a single pearl clip from her locks. You blushed at her words, getting onto your knees and tilting forward.

You felt her wet hands brush through the front of your locks, pining the pearl into your hair, finishing her task with a delicate kiss. You pulled back, cheeks rosy from the small peck she placed over your forehead.

“How we all envy you. Capturing the heart of a God as splendid as him? What did you do to earn such a blessing from the great Goddess Aphrodite?” The mermaid sang.

What did you do?

If only they knew that this date was a way for Seokjin to apologize for the last time. You still couldn’t shake the slight frustration that pumped through your veins – annoyed at how quickly he was to push you as you asked a mere question.

“A question better suited for Aphrodite, I assume.” You answered, and the mermaids all mused at your answer.

“We envy, we envy~. How we would love to flutter high into the skies as you~.” They hummed, before swimming away back to their sun-bathing rocks.

“Like a majestic bird?”

“Or a buzzing bee?”

“Of a colourful butterfly, meant to be free.” They rhymed together, and you laughed under your breath as you heard them sing with each other. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve fallen for their charm – swam in the water after them.

Your robes moved against the seaside breeze; the smell of salt filling your senses as the sun was starting to set. A beautiful cast of red and oranges painted the water, adding to the illusion of the mermaids – they looked divine.

“Enjoying yourself, my butterfly?” Seokjin mused from behind, and you smiled, seeing the man behind you.

He looked handsome as always.

His hair neatly brushed back, gold and warm furs over his shoulders as he outstretched his hand to you. It took seconds for him to notice the white adornment in your hair, him raising his fingers to touch the smooth pearl.

“Only you could manage to make a pearl look dull.”

“Oh, hush.” You pouted, shyly blushing at his words.

And once again, the romantic connection between you both – the annoyance that you harboured for the week seemingly disappeared. As much as you tried to stay angry at Seokjin for the silliness he’s inflicted upon you the past week, now going onto two – the environment around you prevented such emotions.

He was trying, and that was all you could honestly ask.

Seokjin begged for forgiveness multiple times throughout the week, going as far as to cook your favourite breakfast, lunch and dinner almost every day. But you couldn’t push away that nagging itch; the need to know what he wanted to ask you.

Could he want to propose?

Or maybe Namjoon was mistaken after all.

“Don’t fly off on me now.” Seokjin teased, tapping your cheek lovingly, capturing your attention once again. You could hear the mermaids giggling louder, and you looked over your shoulder to see them all bundled together, shooting you massive smiles and winks.

“I think they fancy you more than me.”

“You’re handsome, Jin, any of those mermaids would wish to lay by your side.”

“And only you will ever have that honour,” Seokjin whispered into your ear, his fingers gracing your wings tenderly. A shiver ran up your spine, entertained by his words, enjoying the touch. “Now, let’s eat. Poseidon arranged a setting for us.”

“He did?” You gasped in surprise, and Seokjin took your hand in his, pulling you behind. Your feet struggled to catch up to Seokjin’s pace, the way he fluently tracked through the wet rocks, leading us further into the waters.

You heard about these secrets paths, trails of rocks that only Poseidon himself can summon whenever he wishes.

They often lead one deep into the sea, and it took a moment to realize how far you two had wandered when the mountain range behind you seemed like a distant image, the mermaids' giggles and singing lost in the breeze. The water was still around you, an odd occurrence given how far into the sea you were.

That was when you spotted the people before you.

Her long wavy hair was kept together in a bun with a white net, light-pink silks draping over her body as she leaned into the man before her with a broad smile. The love in her eyes, laughing excitedly at whatever words her husband whispered into her ear.

“Poseidon, God of the Seas, with his beautiful wife, the sea Goddess, Amphitrite.”

They both turned at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, and right away, Amphitrite clapped her hands together, running forward.

“Oh, what a pleasure! Young love, I prepared a table, my own doing.” Amphitrite gushed, bowing low before cupping Seokjin’s face in her hands. She placed a happy kiss on both cheeks, before dashing to your side.

You’ve never met Poseidon’s wife before, but you heard the rumours.

She was a complete romantic, best friends with Aphrodite. The similarity they bared were awfully close. If it weren’t for her brown locks and her hair in an up-do, you would’ve easily mistaken her for the Goddess of love and beauty. Her soft hands grazed your skin, placing warm kisses on both of your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but jump at the contact.

The kindness the Gods displayed; it was strange.

Aphrodite gave you her private spring to bathe, and now Poseidon has allowed you both to wander into the depths of his seas for dinner?

“I am indebted to your kindness, Amphitrite. You did not have to go through all this trouble for a mere butterfly-nymph, like me.” You whispered, and she rolled her eyes.

Her footsteps were light, not at all bothered by the slippery texture of the rocks beneath her feet. Her fingers fell over Poseidon’s chest, playing with the end curls of his long beard, “It was my pleasure, especially given the circumstance.” She chirped, and you arched a brow at her words.

As if she spoke too much, Poseidon placed his hand over hers. “Enjoy your meal; the nymphs will come with fresh foods. Ask for what you so desire, and they shall serve. We will take our leave.” His voice rumbled like the water crashing along the shoreline, and with that simple statement alone, he raised his hand.

A massive wave came rising from what seemingly felt, like out of nowhere, before crashing upon him and his endearing wife.

Your eyes widen, expecting them to be soaked, but all you heard was the water crash against the rocks – their figures gone.

“Show off.” Seokjin snickered under his breath, and you giggled in awe.

The Gods, they all seemingly had tricks up their sleeves.

“Let’s eat, the starting of my redemption arc.” Seokjin joked, before carefully gripping your hand, and moving you forward. You saw the small table set that Amphitrite constructed, and you had to give it to her – it was creative and well decorated.

Handcrafted candles littered the area, coral and shells placed everywhere as decorations. The wines bottles that rested along the rocks, perfectly chilled from the waters. With ease, Seokjin grabbed two bottles, one white and one red.

“Agiorgitiko or Roditis,” Seokjin asked, shaking the bottles to emphasize his point. You smiled, letting a finger fall over your lips as you thought.

“Both go good with seafood…”

“I would say my wine is far superior when paired with seafood.”

“Is that a fact, or your cockiness?” You teased, and Seokjin grinned, “A bit of both.”

“Let’s go with Namjoon’s; it’s been a while since I drunk his. I can drink yours any day.”

“Don’t tempt me with that language, butterfly. Last time you said that it ended it quite an interesting way.” Seokjin groaned as memories of you between his legs; breasts wrapped his length flooded his mind.

You smiled naughtily, waltzing towards him with fluttering wings, “If you behave tonight than maybe you can relive that fantasy once more.”

Seokjin swore under his breath, bringing his hands to your face and planting a kiss over your lips. The corner of his mouth was curved upwards, moving his plump lips slowly against yours. You moaned, moving in sync with each other.

Your hands fell over his shoulders, enjoying the sweet moment, feeling his tongue trace along your lips teasingly. “The nymphs are watching.” He whispered, proud to see the blush rise to your cheeks. Because he was right, as soon as you two pulled away, you saw the nymphs sitting on the rock side, seemingly unbothered at the sight of you sharing a kiss.

To be fair, they’ve probably seen worse.

Seokjin guided your hips to a chair at the makeshift table, pouring some wine as the nymphs moved around him, placing platters upon platters of fresh foods.

Your eyes widen in delight, taking in the salty scent of the array of foods.

Never have you seen as much food as you did at this very moment. Everything was bright in colour or cooked over a fire to a crispy golden brown. Not even Dionysus has this much food at his parties, and Poseidon expects you two to eat all of this?

A single piece of shrimp popped in front of your lips, Seokjin smiling as he let the pink thing dangle in front of you. “It’s fresh, seasoned with lemon.”

You opened your mouth, letting him plop the shrimp, and the moan you let out was as if you were currently experiencing an orgasm of a lifetime. Seokjin burst out laughing, seeing the expression on your face.

“I feel insulted at the moment.” He chuckled, and you laughed, shaking your head in embarrassment. “That’s amazing, I’ve never tasted something as flavourful as that in my life.”

“Wait till you try that crawfish or the squid. Poseidon does this interesting thing where he fries the fish in a batter.”

“Fries?” You repeated in interest, and Seokjin’s eyes lit up.

He quickly started speaking, words flying from his lips as you both ate away. You saw the happiness in his dark coloured orbs, like a child whenever he talked about cooking. Seokjin was a fantastic cook, if only he weren’t so busy tending to his grapes, you knew he would’ve spent more time with the Goddess Hestia.

She also told you how great of a chef Seokjin was, ‘a natural gift; he may pose as a threat if he continues learning as quickly as he does’ she joked once with you. And given that Seokjin was desperately trying to make amends with you, you got the pleasure of experiencing such delights almost every day this week.

“I love you, Seokjin.” You mumbled without much thought, lost in his eyes.

He stopped talking, taken aback by your honest confession, a confession that was influenced heavily by Namjoon’s wine. But even though Seokjin knew how much you adored him, it was times like these where it hit him just how much.

A soft smile emerged, putting down his half-eaten fish and wiping his hands clean on the napkin set aside by the nymphs. You mimicked his actions, letting your hands rest on your lap.

“There isn’t a day where I don’t think of you, y/n,” Seokjin whispered, brushing his hair back. You saw the red on the tips of his ears, a blush formed along his neck. That was how you knew he was truthful – when the most confident God amongst all Gods was turning red.

The same man who proudly proclaims to be the most handsome man of all turns into a blushing mess at saying a few simple words when he has said far worse. You nodded, thankful for the pearl the mermaid placed in your hair, it kept your mane in place, the breeze tickling your skin.

Seokjin rose from his seat, walking over to were you lounged, and you saw how nervous he looked suddenly.

“Jin-”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Seokjin spoke breathlessly, his voice wavering for a moment. You smiled softly, nodding your head at the way he walked towards you. He nudged himself against your legs, letting his hands cup your face once again, and your wings flicked in excitement. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach once again, his eyes warm.

“I know you love me, Seokjin…” you hummed, and Seokjin shook his head.

“No, y/n. I’m obsessed. You single-handedly stole my heart.”

“I was a crying mess that day. I looked terrible.”

“I beg to argue.”

“I remember how fearful you were of my wings. How scared you were of my butterflies.”

“And because of you – I overcame my fear of insects.” Seokin laughed, and you snorted along. His hands came to your neck, thumbs rubbing your pressure points.

“You make me a better man, a better God. And I’m thankful to have such a woman by my side.” He droned into your being; both of you lost in each other's gazes. You swallowed hard, noticing how close you both were, the moment freezing.

“Seokjin-”

“I-I wish to ask you something, y/n.”

Is Seokjin going to- was Namjoon speaking the truth? Is Seokjin going to ask what you think he is going to? Your heart started pounding, blood rushing as a cold sweat started to appear. Was the moment that you’ve been waiting for, the moment in your dreams, finally happening?

“What is it, Jin? What do you wish to ask?”

Seokjin gulped, his hands were shaky. He looked so shy, so small, at the moment – like a toddler confessing his affection to another child.

“I don’t want to spend a single day without you by my side. I want to wake up every day to you, go to sleep with you. Do you wish the same?”

“Yes.”

“Y/n, I’ve wanted to ask you this for weeks. From the moment I met you. I’ve been so nervous, fearful of rejection.”

“Just ask me, Jin.”

“I wish-I wish to ask for your hand in-” Seokjin stopped talking, stilling completely, and you felt yourself stop breathing.

The suspense killing you.

“My hand in what, Jin?”

His eyes widen, realizing he wasn’t even paying attention to you anymore. Seokjin’s attention was caught elsewhere, stepping back.

“Is that- is that, Jungkook. With a mermaid?” Seokjin blurted.

Your body froze because the moment that you’ve been waiting for – the moment that you’ve dreamt of was utterly ruined in a matter of seconds. You stood, turning on your heel to see where Seokjin was staring in awe, and you realized that he was right.

There was Jungkook, laughing cheerily in the water, with a black-haired, silver tailed woman. The moment that was rudely taken from you slipped from your memory, seeing how happy Jungkook appeared, a smile so massive and innocent.

“I can’t believe it…” Seokjin whispered breathlessly, and your head shot upwards, taking in Seokjin expression. He looked happier than Jungkook; you swear small tears were swelling in his eyes as he watched over his youngest brother. “I can’t believe that piece of shit found someone.” He laughed breathlessly, and you as upset as you were, you let out a sigh.

Because Seokjin looked so content, watching his family be happy.

As much as he drove you mad, you had a sweet spot of seeing Seokjin pleased with his family. You swallowed hard, knowing that you would regret your words as soon as you spoke them, but you couldn’t help it.

Because at this point, his family was your family.

“Shall we invite them to dine?” You asked, and Seokjin froze at your request.

He looked down, torn between agreeing and refusing.

“I messed up this date…again. Didn’t I?” He whispered, and you merely shook your head. “Don’t worry about it, Seokjin. The question you were about to ask me, it wasn’t important, was it?”

He bit his lips, running a hand through his hair, “It was but…”

“You have one more week.” You said, and Seokjin nodded, “I promise, our next date will be one to remember. I’ll make up for all the wrong I have done.” You smiled, your wings fluttering as you stood tall, your lips falling over his.

“I do hope so.”

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