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delcakoo · 1 year

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enha giving you partner privilege ˖ ࣪ ˒ ‎♡⃕

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff!

WC ! 3.1k

WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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peach-jaehyunie · 4 years

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The All Of Me

Pairing: Qian Kun x female reader

Genre: Uni AU, Study-Buddies, Friends to lovers, one-shot

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 1.9k

Half of the toes on your left foot were asleep from sitting on them for the last two hours. Your textbook forgotten on the couch, buried under a cushion and the blanket on your lap. Kun’s head was still diligently bent over a notebook, it’s pages stained with the swirl of his neat handwriting. He typed something on his laptop. You watched him as he finished his assignment, listening to the November rain pelt against the windows. You heard footsteps from upstairs; one of his roommates getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to have to walk back to your apartment, you were warm and cozy here.

“Are you almost done?” You ask Kun.

“Yes,” he looks at you “You don’t have to stay if you’re finished studying.”

His eyes return to his lecture notes. You purse your lips, annoyed because you don’t want to leave and because you want him to finish his paper so he can focus on you. You occupy yourself by checking your phone and finishing your tea. You have to try, you have to express how you feel about him in some way. If you leave now you may be waiting months before the perfect opportunity arises again. To get Kun alone for studying was a feat within itself.

Finally, he was hitting ‘save’ on his laptop and closing it, and then putting his notebook away.

“All done, how do you think it turned out?” You say lightly.

“I think it turned out well, now I’m really sleepy.” Kun laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

Not very sensual. How could you change this conversation to a sexy conversation. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him peeking at you.

“Do you wanna sleepover, we could watch a movie?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice!” You reply, cutely snuggling into the couch cushions.

Kun manages to stay awake during the short anime film you watch. He shares the blanket with you, his knee resting against yours the entire time. He stretches during the end credits but makes no move to get up from the couch. A preview for a new show pops up and plays, neither of you moving when that too ends. The living room is silent, save for the patter of rain.

“Oh, Shakespeare’s Complete Works!” You exclaim, getting up to walk over to a shelf filled mostly with games and character figurines. A few books rest on the top shelf, they look mostly unused.

“Yep,” Kun comments awkwardly as he watches you remove the book from the shelf. “Do you really like Shakespeare?”

You trot back to the couch, sitting comfortably next to him; almost against him.

“Well, I really enjoy Much Ado About Nothing, but there’s this one line from Hamlet that is my favourite.” You tell him excitedly.

Kun looks at you, amused but encouraging, as you open the stiff pages, searching for a scene. Your body trembles: from nerves and anticipation.

“Ah, here it is,” you announced with a giggle, Kun’s head brushing against yours as he looked to where your finger pointed to on the page.

“That’s a fair thought to lie between maids legs.” You read aloud, your voice playful but your spirit hopeful that finally, you may have gotten your point across.

If this didn’t work, intimating how you might want a man’s head between your legs; you didn’t know what would. For months you had been trying slip any hints in there.

“Bill, you absolute dog,” Kun said with a grin, his breath on your cheek.

You closed the heavy book, looking up and into his eyes. You sat up straighter, smiling at him as you shifted your body more towards his.

“What?” You asked, searching his face as he stared at you.

The wind picked up and the rain beat harder against the windows. Kun’s eyes flickered from your own to your mouth back up to yours, his weight pressing into you more firmly. Your smile faded as Kun took a deep breath and looked away. Your heart swelled, your hands trembled; so close. Your eyes pretended to study the blanket on your lap, but his quick head snap caused you to look up again as his parted lips crashed into your own.

The kiss was firm and unsure, as were the emotions that flooded within you. When you both realized that neither of you was rejecting the kiss your lips softened. Kisses were slow and tentative—a mere brush of lips. His hand moved to the back of your head and you leaned closer into him, eventually shifting to straddle his lap. Despite your desires, you felt almost dizzy with shock. These were Kun’s hands on your hips, squeezing and running his hands over your clothes; it was Kun’s tongue you felt against your lips. Slowly you rolled your hips against his, the friction caused your breath to hitch as your lips parted from his and kissed up your neck. Kun’s hands found their way under your shirt, his fingers pulling against your skin. Your teeth knocked against his when your lips rejoined, and another roll of your hips made your body warm with pleasure. For a second one of his hands fumbled as he tried to get it under your hoodie. You pulled away from him, a single strand of saliva pulling between each other’s lips as you remove your top in one fluid motion. His eyes were still gazing at your body when you kissed him again, his warm hands exploring your skin was enough to make you melt. You guided his hands to your chest, moaning as he kneaded your breasts. Kun groaned at your slow and deliberate hip rolls against his centre. You could feel him growing beneath you.

“Do you wanna—“ he kissed you as he spoke “—go to my room?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your lips smiling against his.

To your surprise, he placed his arms under your bottom and carried you the 10 feet to his bedroom door. Your legs wrapped around his waist proved to be almost too wide to pass through the narrow entryway, as your knees scrape against the doorframe. Kun sets you on your feet, cupping your face as he kisses you, your hands cling to his shirt. He pulls away from you, letting his hands drop to caress your body as he smirks at you before backing you onto his bed. Kun climbs into bed after you, gently pushing you down against the mattress as he settles his weight on top of you. His mouth begins to explore your upper body, licking and sucking on your exposed skin. His deft fingers play with the band of your Calvin Klein sports bra, his eyes seeking yours for permission: you eagerly nod your head. Kun pushes up your bra, exposing your hardened nipples as he takes one in his mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair as he brushes your nipples with the pads of his fingertips and sucks and nips at them with his mouth. Every nibble causing a wave of heat to build in your core. Your jeans stifle you, and as Kun turns his attention to your lips again you squeeze a hand in between the two of you, brushing against his erection, as you unbutton your pants. His hands do nothing more than softly help you remove them. The removal of your pants reveals a matching pair of Calvin Klein underwear: no mere coincidence. Kun kisses down your body once again, his hands caress your thighs as he kisses down to your waistband and leaves bite marks on your hips. He kisses your thighs as his hands knead your ass. You can feel your arousal pooling between your swollen nether lips, but Kun never touches where you desire him most. Where you have desired him since the first time you met him first semester of freshman year. You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his fingers pressing into your skin. You feel his breath against your inner thigh near your core, and you open your eyes to find him looking up at you, his expression begging you let him pleasure you. You nodded your head again, brushing his face with your hand as he slipped his fingers under your panties and pulled them to the side.

You hid the moan badly as your head rolls back against his pillows when he licks up your slit. His tongue swirls and presses your clit, you fall apart at his touch. No amount of fantasies about him could compare to the real thing. Gasps fell freely from your mouth, you knew you should be quiet given that his roommate’s bedroom was right above. A moan slips out unwittingly from your mouth as he fucks you gently with his tongue. Your fingers grasp Kun’s hair and your hips press your core to his mouth. His hand finds your mouth to try and muffle your sounds; your breath hot against his palm. You don’t want to delay this any longer, you have waited long enough for this. You push his hand off your face:

“Kun, I want you—for real now.”

His mouth left clit, and when he kissed you again you could taste yourself on him.

“You’re sure?” He asked quietly against your skin.

“Very sure,” you replied, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Kun sat up to take his shirt off, and you sat up to help him undress. His toned body presses against yours as he brings your face to his to kiss you. His cock presses between both of you, hard against your bellies. You lay against the pillows again, Kun kneeling between your legs as he reaches over you to get a prophylactic from his night table. He kisses you as his member slides easily into you from his earlier attentions. He fucks you slow and deep, his hands pressing your thighs down into the mattress. Your mouth falls open as quiet gasps leave it, your fingers pressing marks into his back. With every thrust his chest rubs against your nipples, Kun’s breath is hot in your ear as he tries to contain his moans.

“Faster—“ you gasp into the hot room air.

Kun’s hips snap against yours, fucking you almost hard enough for you to bang your head on the headboard. His cock brushing against your G-spot as he reangles your hips. With every thrust now you can feel your climax building, and the quiet gasps turn into unrestrained moans. Kun moans your name against your sweaty skin as he props himself enough with one hand to fuck you even faster as you both near your climaxes. Your orgasm builds to its peak; your pussy squeezing his member as every new tremor ran through your body. Your moans are replaced by gasps for air as Kun thrusts the last few times, making his pleasure heard. Kun’s weight settles on you for a few moments before he gets up, returning shortly a damp warm cloth to clean your arousal from between your thighs.

It’s late and sleep begins to settle in your eyes. If Kun’s roommates slept through that, it would be a miracle. Kun tucks you into his bed before bringing in your belongings from the couch. He slips under the covers with you, holding you against him.

“You knew what you were doing when you took Shakespeare off the shelf, didn’t you?” He scolded with a gentle squeeze.

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile before drifting off to sleep.

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1-1snailxd-art · 5 years

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Libraries are for Meetings

Master List ------ Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Librarians don’t date

Warnings: mild panic, introduction to Deceit inspired character (they are a sweetie)

Summary: Logan takes Virgil out to dinner at the one place that serves great food, a surprisingly friendly face, and a topic Logan had forgotten he was avoiding.

Note: reading on mobile can remove the paragraphing. Use desktop site or visit my Ao3 page if it bothers you as much as it bothers me.

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As the car slowed, Virgil felt his mouth salivate as he recognised Julie’s Diner lighting up the corner of the street. He remembered visiting the diner regularly with his old roommate. It seemed so long ago, but it had only been a few months; that was long enough for him to miss the comfort of good food.

His mouth dried suddenly as Logan drove passed and turned the car down a narrow street and parked behind a foreboding black van.

“Couldn’t have chosen a brighter spot?” Virgil asked nervously, before quickly clearing his throat and trying to act more confident.

“Oh, sorry.” Clearing his own throat, Logan was embarrassed to realise how this could be perceived. “I always park here. I know the diner owner.”

“You know the owner?” Virgil exited the car, now eager again to get to the diner.

“Oh, yes. We met through… unfortunate circumstances, but that doesn’t diminish our friendship.”

“That’s… cool, I guess.”

The two walked around the corner and Virgil was once again salivating at the idea of having a full plate of food.

Logan moved to open the diner’s door and gestured for Virgil to step inside.

“Oh, I should warn you…”

Logan couldn’t finish his sentence before he was hit in the face with a cupcake.

The diner was silent, and Virgil stared at Logan in shock as he licked at the frosting on his face.

“That seemed a little over the top and Patton would be mortified to know you were wasting good cupcakes.”

“Jokes on you, Lo, that was one of the day olds.”

A woman walked over carrying a cloth and threw it at Logan’s face before bending down to collect the discarded treat. Though makeup covered her face, there was clearly some scar tissue marking her left cheek. Virgil was taken aback. He had seen the same scars on one of the other waiters during previous visits, and this woman was eerily similar to him.

“Waste is waste, Ellie.” Though he sounded annoyed, a smile pulled at Logan’s cheeks as he cleaned himself up.

“It was worth it, and you deserved it.” Ellie started walking back towards the counter, “I don’t see you in weeks and suddenly you’re kicking Patton out.”

“Exaggeration. Patton is staying with his boyfriend while I calm down.”

“Calm down or rebound?”

Ellie winked at Virgil and he felt his face instantly heat up. If it wasn’t for his bags being in Logan’s car, Virgil would have bolted from the diner immediately.

Logan groaned and threw the cloth at Ellie.

“First of all, Patton and I have never and will never date.” Ellie looked unconvinced by Logan’s statement. “And secondly, Virgil, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is Virgil. He saved my data today and I’m repaying him with dinner. Nothing. Else.”

Virgil waved nervously and Ellie suddenly softened as she took in Virgil’s demeanour.

“Sorry if I freaked you out, Virgil. It was all in jest. I promise.”

“It’s fine,” Virgil shrugged and glanced over to a booth in the far corner. “Can we sit or is it thrown cupcakes only today?”

Ellie nodded and quickly pulled out a notepad from her yellow apron.

“So, Virgil will have the works and the purple spider, and Lo you want your usual bowl and iced coffee?”

Logan nodded, while Virgil stared in disbelief.

“How did you know that?”

“Oh sweetie, I never forget a face.”

Ellie turned without another word and headed into the kitchen.

“What was that?” Virgil turned to Logan, still gobsmacked as they walked to the booth. “How did she…?”

“You’ve been here before, right?” Virgil nodded. “Ellie has an excellent memory.”

“But I’ve never seen her before. How does she know me?”

Sliding into the booth, Logan tilted his head to the side and looked at Virgil in confusion before suddenly registering what was happening.

“Oh, you have only met Ethan during your prior visits.” Noticing the look of confusion hadn’t left Virgil’s face, Logan continued. “Ethan and Ellie are one and the same. They are…fluid in their choice of gender. Um, bigender or gender-fluid, they fluctuate their gender and will adjust their name, pronouns and style to match how they feel.”

“Oh. I’ve never met someone like that before.” Virgil peeked out of the booth to glance over to where Ellie was mopping the entry. “How am I meant to talk to them?”

“The same way you have before. You talk to Ellie like she’s Ellie. The same way you would talk to Ethan like he’s Ethan. It’s rather simple.”

Shifting back into the booth, Virgil started tearing at a cardboard coaster to try and distract himself from the overwhelming embarrassment he was feeling. Logan acted like this was common knowledge, but it was all very foreign for Virgil. Growing up in a small town had sheltered him from many things and he was feeling the effects since moving away.

“So, Virgil,” Logan adjusted himself to take on a more relaxed pose. “Would you like to play a game?”

Pausing mid tear, Virgil looked up; raising an eyebrow at the man across from him. “What?”

“A game. It’s simple. I answer a question you have about me and then you answer my question about you. Fair?”

“Okaaaay.” Virgil eyed Logan curiously and dropped his hands into his lap; feeling the fear rise in his throat at the prospect of answering Logan’s questions.

“Very well. You may start. What do you want to know about me?”

The look on Logan’s face expressed confidence, but Virgil noticed something else in his eyes; fear. Logan was just as afraid as he was, and that made Virgil feel better.

“Where are you from?”

“The outskirts of Melbourne, Florida; not to be confused with the Australian city of the same name. You?”

“A small nowhere town. Population, of one school and one shared brain cell.” Logan looked slightly annoyed by Virgil’s vagueness, but didn’t pressure him to elaborate. “Why did you choose to move here?”

“My partner moved here to study and be close to family. I chose to follow after graduating high school. What are your reasons?”

“Scholarship. Is Patton your partner?”

A smile quirked Logan’s lip. Virgil was playing well to keep his responses short and quickly passing the questions on to him. Logan could recall playing in a similar fashion when he and Jason had played this game. Admittedly, this was a much nicer setting than the holding cell he and Jason had played in.

“No, he isn’t. Do you have a partner?”

“No.”

Virgil was annoyed that Logan started shortening his answers. He was hoping to get Logan to spend all the time talking to avoid facing his own questions. “What is your relationship with Patton then?”

“I told you, he’s a childhood friend. Do you have friends or family here?”

“Of course I have friends,” Virgil replied defensively. “Why did you move in with Patton if you had a partner here?”

“I did move in with my partner.” Logan smiled at the young waiter who placed their drinks on the table, before continuing, “Patton moved with me, too. We’re like family. What’s your connection with Katie?”

“She’s my boss.” Virgil sipped at his drink and caught Logan’s raised eyebrow. He decided to humour the guy on this fact. “I found the library during my first week here and used it to study. I became a regular visitor, booked the office out daily and stayed until closing most nights. I offered to help Katie clean up one night and she offered me a job.”

“Ok, ladies!” Ellie’s voice snapped the two back, and they both turned to the waitress. “Here’s the works for Virgil and Logan’s special bowl. Enjoy.”

Ellie gave Logan’s shoulder a friendly squeeze before heading back to the counter to serve another customer.

Virgil eyed the bowl in front of Logan. Salad filled one half of the bowl, while fries, meatballs, tomato sauce and cheese covered the other; finally, two toasted pieces of sourdough stuck out behind the salad.

“What type of meal is that?”

“Interesting choice of question, Virgil.” Virgil groaned at the smug look on Logan’s face. “It’s a deconstructed burger. Designed it myself. My turn to question, what do you hope to do now you believe university is out of the question?”

Chewing his burger slowly, Virgil considered Logan’s question carefully.

“I’m working to move elsewhere. Make a fresh start and keep doing freelance work until I build up enough of a portfolio of references to get a job that pays well. Once I’m out of debt, I’m out of here.”

Logan waited until he was halfway through his food before prompting Virgil.

“It is your turn to ask me a question.”

Virgil barely considered his question carefully; forgetting that whatever he asked would most likely be reflected onto him.

“Why did you choose to buy me dinner, instead of just paying me for saving your files?”

Logan chewed slowly and considered his words. He feared saying too little would cause Virgil to go back to short answers, and too much could have the same effect or send him running.

"Because... You reminded me of someone I used to know." Virgil continued eating, which Logan saw as a sign he was on the right path. "I was intrigued by those similarities and wanted to get to know you better. I figured the best way to do that was to hang around, which inevitably led to dinner."

"Fair enough."

"Let's follow on from that." Virgil regretted shoving the final part of his burger in his mouth as Logan spoke. "Why did you agree to dinner instead of offering a set payment price?"

Virgil felt sick and suddenly his dinner didn’t taste as nice as it originally had. If it was socially acceptable to spit out your food and run, he would have done so; instead he was stuck in the booth with Logan still picking at his own food. The noise of the diner was drowned out by the sound of Virgil’s heartbeat, and it took an extreme amount of effort for him to swallow his food.

Logan focused on his own food, taking small glances up at the fragile figure opposite him. Despite being wrapped in a black jacket, he could see Virgil’s chest heaving rapidly and felt horrible for causing him so much distress.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Though it was his own voice, Logan couldn’t help but hear Jason’s in his ears. “Your voice is your own and I cannot force you to speak, nor do I want to.”

It made no sense why Virgil stopped breathing. It made no sense why tears slipped from his right eye. It made no sense that Logan didn’t looked freaked out or repulsed by Virgil’s reaction.

Hands shaking, Virgil reached out for a napkin to wipe his face; keeping his head low. Neither moved to further the conversation, and Logan eventually pushed his empty bowl aside, pulled a pen from his pocket and started scribbling on a napkin.

“I got you some apple pie.”

Ellie’s voice was much quieter now, though her face was still bright and friendly. She slipped into the booth next to Logan and placed a plate in the centre of the table. The large wedge of pie was accompanied with cream, ice-cream and three sporks. Ellie immediately started helping herself to the treat.

“Thanks E. Please join us and enjoy yourself.” Voice thick with sarcasm, Logan pushed his work aside before reaching for his own spork.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Ellie giggled and glanced over at Virgil, who was now peering up at the two through his low hanging fringe. “Do you want some, Virgil? Aunt Julie makes these daily, so you know their fresh and good.”

After receiving only a shrug in reply, Ellie looked back to Logan; eyes begging him to start a conversation.

“So, how is Julie doing? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“She’s doing ok.” A bell rang in the kitchen, but Ellie ignored it and scooped at the pie again. “She’s currently planning a special cake for the anniversary. Just seeking a distraction really. You know how she is.”

“Hm, I know what you mean.” Virgil noticed Logan staring sadly at the pie on his spork. “How are you feeling about it?”

Tentatively, Ellie traced her fingers over her scars before brushing her hair back behind her ears. She looked at Logan through low lashes and gave him the smallest smile Virgil had seen the woman make so far.

“I think this year is my best year…I still miss him though. And the guilt, it just-“

“Ellie! Come on!”

The call of someone in the kitchen cut Ellie off and Logan put a supportive hand on her shoulder.

“It’s ok, E. I know what you mean.” Logan pulled Ellie close for a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as she pulled away. “You need to get back to work before Phil drags you back there.”

“Ok. Enjoy the pie, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded, but he was confused by the smile that stretched across Ellie’s face. She had looked so sad seconds ago, and yet was immediately happy again. He envied her ability to express and conceal her emotions so easily.

With his hands finally steadied, Virgil reached for his spork to taste the pie. The moment the sweet crust and apples entered his mouth, he regretted not eating it sooner.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed, despite the food still in his mouth.

For a moment he forgot where he was and how he had been feeling. There was nothing but him and the food. Logan chuckled, but his heart was still heavy from his exchange with Ellie. There was a reason he hadn’t been to the diner, or even the library, in a while; he knew the anniversary was approaching and wanted to avoid the topic at all costs.

Virgil had almost finished off the plate before he was suddenly aware of Logan again. He didn’t know Logan’s history and Logan didn’t know his, but for reasons unknown, Virgil suddenly felt…comfortable. Maybe it was because he had watched his interaction with Ellie, or maybe it was the way he let Virgil know he didn’t have to speak. Whatever it was, Virgil scooped back his hair and looked over at Logan with sudden confidence and comfort.

“I don’t have many friends.” Logan was shocked by Virgil’s voice, but did well to conceal it from the other. “Never been very good at meeting the right kind of people. Clearly, I’m still not. I mean, I agreed to dinner with a guy who came bursting into a library wanting to dissect his roommate.”

Logan felt the heat of embarrassment flush his cheeks, but he smiled encouragingly at Virgil.

“I couldn’t work out why you were so invested in helping me. Why you cared. I guess, as scared as I was about going with you, I was still curious to learn more about you.”

“Do you regret that choice?”

“Hey, it’s my turn to ask a question not yours.” They both laughed and Logan gestured for Virgil to continue.

“I’ll humour you this time. No, I don’t regret it, but I do have one more question. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Logan nodded, “I accept the sentiment. Do go on.”

“Who do I remind you of?”

Logan chuckled and adjusted his glasses, using the moment to glance at the time on a nearby clock. The hour was early, but still late by Logan’s study schedule.

“I will gladly answer your question Virgil, but I would like to do it while we drive. I should really get you home, unless you would like to use my guest room.”

Virgil quickly shook his head; it was probably a bit too fast and Logan took note of it.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather be home.”

Virgil slid out of the booth and followed Logan over to the counter, where Ellie quickly appeared.

“Nice gloves,” Logan commented as Ellie pulled off her bright yellow rubber gloves.

Ellie playfully threw them at him, “jealous because you can’t pull off the yellow as well as I can?”

“Not at all.” Logan place the gloves down, slipping some notes inside, and pulled out his card to pay for dinner. “I would never try and imitate your signature colour.”

“Did you enjoy the pie, Virgil?” Ellie beamed at the man while her hands skilfully rung up the bill.

“I did. Thanks for that.”

“No worries at all sweetie.” She handed Logan back his card before leaning on the counter to get closer to Virgil. “If you are ever in the area again and want a freebie, come and see me. The day olds aren’t just for throwing.”

“Sure.” He quickly averted his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “Thanks, Ellie.”

“Hope to see you both soon.” Ellie called as they left.

The night air was fresh and cool as the pair headed back to Logan’s car. Virgil’s mind was ticking over, recalling the waiter Ethan and imagining him saying the same things Ellie had said. He didn’t understand how they made him feel so special despite their different appearances and voice. He recalled the way Logan had spoken to him throughout the evening, but dark thoughts invaded his mind again and he shook his head to clear them and focused on where he was going. If a genie were to appear before him right then, Virgil would have wished to erase those thoughts from his mind. He was tired of their constant reminders.

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End Note:

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know this story is slooooow, but honestly it feels right. This isn't a real high paced action adventure, obviously, and I'm trying to make it feel as real as possible (just a sprinkling of my real-life experience tossed in).

What do you think of Ellie|Ethan?

Different from Deceit AU characters I've read before (though if you have some recommendations of good AU's with a Deceit character with depth, I am all ears. There's only so many 'mean' stories one can read before you get tired of them).

Next chapter will be a week or two away. I've got reports to do for work and a fun health mystery to solve (yay!).

It will focus on Roman and Patton. There will be a bit more Logan and Patton background story, as well as more hints on Jason (bless his mysterious little heart). Let me know if there are any BIG questions you have, and I’ll try to make sure those plot points have a bigger focus. I know I’ve hinted to a lot of things, but that’s the mystery writer in me. Sorry.

💜🐌

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Chapter 4 --- Master List

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

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Whizzer’s Got A Type

ohhhhhhhh my god you guys so basically when i started this side blog i did not think i was going to be writing any full-length fics. this all changed when i started rewatching the show Smash and came up with might be my favorite headcanons i’ve ever had??? but anyway, after like 10 days of writing, editing, and countless conversations about these characters, i have about 3200 words of a fic i genuinely enjoy, and i hope yall do too!! also, huge huge thank you to @browniemixinawaffleiron, @sandfordsmostwanted, and @cookies-for-all for helping me with this!!!

After Marvin had gotten back from work today, he and Whizzer had fought for hours. Whizzer was late to making dinner and Marvin had been livid. The younger man had enough of his boyfriend’s screams and decided he was done playing housewife for the day. He grabbed his jacket and walked around for a while before eventually finding the closest bar, knowing he needed a drink or two. As Whizzer approached the bar, he saw the back of a man’s head that he knew he could recognize anywhere. His face flushed with anger and he began yelling insults at his boyfriend while hitting his shoulder. How dare he come here? Whizzer was the one who needed this bar, not Marvin who had booze at his place. As he began to say something particularly cruel, a man with a soft confused expression turned around. This man, who looked exactly like Marvin, glanced up at Whizzer and said “Well, I’m certainly happy I’m not actually the guy you’re so pissed at. Care to explain?” and Whizzer sat down next to his boyfriends' doppelganger, got them both a drink and explained his situation. He spared no detail and ended the story with him walking out mere hours ago. The man, who had introduced himself as Tom Levitt, was interested in every word Whizzer had to say. Whizzer was certainly not used to the look on Tom’s face, one of sincerity. He hadn’t seen that since he started sleeping with Marvin. When Whizzer finished up his tale, Tom shook his head before raising his hand to get the bartender’s attention. “You are definitely in need of another drink,” he said before ordering another round for the two of them. They talked for a few more hours at the barstools until their conversation moved to a taxi, and then Toms’ apartment, and the conversation seemed to cease once they reached Tom’s bed.

The next morning, Tom rolled over to find a handsome man in his bed and he smirked to himself. He carefully got up, not wanting to wake the man sleeping peacefully, and got up to make them both some tea. As he was taking the kettle off the stove, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist from behind him. He smiled a bit when a kiss was pressed to his cheek before he felt Whizzer’s head rest on his shoulder for a second before he walked over and sat on Tom’s couch. They drank their tea in comfortable silence before Whizzer finally spoke up. “Well, I should probably get back to the war zone… try and smooth things over.”

Tom felt his heart pang but he pushed it down, offering a smile and a kiss on the cheek instead. “I wish you all my luck, but do call me again if he ever acts as dumb as he did last night.”

And call him again he did. Sooner than Tom expected, if he was honest. They had little fights here and there for about a week but things got back to normal. Well, normal for them. But after a little while, they had another big fight and Toms’ phone buzzed during a late night writing session with Julia. Tom sheepishly explained his plight to his best friend who promptly rolled her eyes while telling him this affair was an awful idea. “Tom, sweetheart, sleeping with this guy just because you look like his boyfriend is a terrible idea. This is just gonna end up hurting you in the end.” Tom just shook his head and began grabbing his coat before saying, “Well Jules, not all of us have men falling at our feet. This is what I have. Plus, he’s great in bed and shares my taste in tea. So I like it, no matter how it ends.”

After about a month of this went on, Whizzer going behind Marvin’s back far more frequently than he originally intended to. Eventually, this all had to come to a stop. One morning, Whizzer had forgotten to cover up the hickeys on his neck and Marvin took notice. Marvin questioned him and Whizzer revealed what had been happening, making jokes about Marv’s cute little doppelganger and calling him Marvin’s “better half.” Marvin hid his heartbreak behind more arguments and after two full days of screaming matches, their 9 month (10 month) relationship ended after a game of chess. Whizzer called Tom, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice as he walked out of Marvin’s place with his bag. Tom was actually in the middle of a workshop for he and Julia’s musical but as soon as he heard the other man’s tone, he called out for the rest of the day and met him at his own apartment. He made Whizzer tea and sat on the couch with him, rubbing his arms every once in a while. Whizzer got tired and laid his head on Tom’s lap, prompting him to play with his hair. Whizzer fell asleep and Tom smiled contently. He took this as a good sign. The sleeping man was now single and still chose to spend his time with Tom, that had to mean something. Tom had thought before that he was getting too attached to Whizzer, but when he looked down and saw him all curled up, Tom decided he got attached just the right amount.

A few months went by and the two men grew closer, all while not getting too serious. Whizzer spent almost all of his at Tom’s apartment, content to spend his time listening to Tom and sometimes Julia work on the Marilyn Monroe musical that he was about 90% sure they were calling Bombshell. Tom even got Whizzer to sing a few times, which Whizzer was sure wasn’t beneficial to anyone unless Tom was curious if his songs could still sound decent if someone tone deaf sang them. When Tom wasn’t working, he and Whizzer would go out to various bars together. It was a happy blur for six months. Life was much calmer for Whizzer like this; no bickering, no insults, just kisses and affection. And although it was nice, something still felt off. Whizzer liked Tom, he really did. Not only was he sweet and funny, he just so happened to look exactly like the man he had loved. It was the perfect scenario, Marvin’s looks but a kind personality. He should have been head over heels for Tom, but he wasn’t. Tom wasn't Marvin and Whizzer needed to find a way out before he hurt Tom, more than he probably already was going to.

Tom had been in rehearsals all day, Bombshell was two weeks away from going to Boston and everyone was on high alert. At least when night fell, Tom went home to find Whizzer at his apartment most days. Nothing made him happier, his work life was starting to come together (even though it was beyond stressful) and his home life felt happier than it ever had before. He came home to something that shook his world that day though, Whizzer packing a bag. He coughed a bit to let his presence be known and Whizzer looked at him with a pained expression. “I hoped I had finished packing before you got back, but we need to talk.”

Tom bit his lip but nodded, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. Whizzer sat down next to him and put a hand on Toms' leg. Whizzer attempted to explain how he was feeling carefully, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tom but he knew that was unavoidable. He did the best he could to soften the blow. Tom was holding up okay, all things considered. Hiding his emotions when he needed to was one of his best talents. That all went out the window when he tried to mumble out, “Are you… are you going back to him?” And all of a sudden, Tom was a puddle of tears and Whizzer didn’t know what to do. He wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back.

“No.. Not yet at least. He’s just on my mind still, I don’t think he’s leaving it any time soon. And it’s not fair to you that I keep this going, as much as I want to. Because I really like you, Tom, you’re such a great guy. It’s just not fair to you. I’m so sorry, Tom,” he whispered and continued to rub his back. Tom quickly forced himself to calm down and he wiped his eyes, looking at Whizzer before kissing his cheek.

“You’re a great guy too Whizz, if you do go back to him, make sure he deserves you. You deserve to be treated so much better than what you got before, if you do ever go back to him make sure you’re treated with respect.” He said and got up slowly, wiping his eyes again. Whizzer got up as well and kissed his cheek. “Take care of yourself Tom,” he said before quickly grabbing the rest of his stuff and walking out, leaving Tom alone, completely heartbroken.

Tom sat for a while on the couch, drinking scotch and trying not to cry again. He eventually called Julia, not trusting his voice but knowing she would understand him. She picked up and immediately heard his shaky breath. “Tom, what happened?”

He sniffled a bit and mumbled out a quiet “He left… he... He said he still loved his ex and that it wasn’t fair to me or something…?” and Julia grabbed her coat and began to walk over to his apartment. Tom sighed and said “You were right, I guess. Don’t tell me you told me so though.” Julia chuckled sadly “Of course I’m not gonna tell you I told you so, at least not for a few days.” They stayed up a few hours drinking and talking about the men in their lives, eventually passing out on Toms’ couch.

Almost a year and a half after that night, things were looking up for both Tom and Whizzer. Whizzer and Marvin were back together, much happier than they ever had been before. Marvin had grown a lot over the course of their breakup and treated Whizzer with respect, something the younger man didn’t think Marvin was capable of the last time around. Bombshell had finally made it to Broadway and things were going really well for Tom, he was even nominated for a Tony for Best Director. With the two of them so busy, they rarely thought of each other. This changed the night of the Tony Awards while Whizzer was sick in bed.

After a day of being pampered by Marvin, Whizzer was curled up in his boyfriend’s arms in bed. Whizzer was very whiny when he was sick, even though all he had was a common cold. Marvin made sure each of Whizzers’ requests were met, even the ridiculous ones like having his bath at exactly 107 degrees. The day was finally winding down and the two had the Tonys on as background noise. Everything was quiet in a comfortable way until a certain someone's name was called out on the TV for Best Original Score. Although Whizzer had complained of a sore throat all day, he screamed. That was Tom, his Tom, on his TV screen accepting an award. After his general excitement died down, he explained to Marvin who that was. Marvins face paled a bit when he realized this was his so-called “better half” doppelganger that Whizzer had been with all those months ago. Whizzer was too caught up in his excitement to notice, already grabbing his laptop to look for tickets. “Marv, we have to see it. We have to go see Tom’s show, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner.” The older man just sighed, knowing there was no way around this, and took out his credit card.

The soonest the two men could get tickets was two weeks away and Whizzer was both counting down the days and incredibly anxious all at once. On the one hand, he was so excited to see this show. He remembered the days he spent watching Tom and Julia write songs, the times he would stop into the workshop to see Tom at work, and of course all the times Tom would sing various Bombshell songs to him. On the other hand, seeing this show meant seeing Tom again. After leaving Tom’s apartment that night, Whizzer hadn’t seen the man. As much as he wanted to see Tom, he was scared that Tom didn’t want to see him.

The day finally came and Marvin and Whizzer arrived to the theatre, dressed to the nines. They had relatively close seats and Whizzer was so excited. The second the curtain opened, he was in a trance. The show was fantastic and he felt an overwhelming sense of pride for Tom. By the act one closer, Whizzer had already cried twice. The first time was during “Never Give All The Heart” because he could just hear Tom’s struggles with love in there. Even though Marilyn (or more accurately Ivy) was singing, he knew that this song was personal to his ex. He cried once more at the act one finale, holding Marvin’s hand so tight the older man thought he was losing circulation. During intermission, the two stood in the lobby discussing the plot and how much Whizzer adored it. Marvin did as well, but with his underlying anxieties about Tom, he didn’t want to admit how fantastic it really was.

In the middle of their conversation, a staff member came walking up to the pair. “Mr. Brown? Tom Levitt has asked that you and your guest come to the stage door after the show so he can give you a tour.” Whizzer smiled excitedly and nodded his head, thanking them as they walked off. It was really happening, after all this time he really was going to see Tom again. Just as he was about to talk with Marvin about it, the lights flashed as a signal that intermission was about to end. They quickly found their seats again and the curtain rose again for the second act. This act also made Whizzer emotional but nothing could have prepared him for the death grip on his hand during “Hang the Moon.” He glanced over at Marvin to see what was wrong and he saw him desperately trying to hold back tears. Whizzer rubbed his arm gently and leaned over to whisper to him, “Love it’s okay to cry, no one’s gonna see you.” And that was all Marvin needed to let his tears flow. When the lights came on after curtain call, Marvin was still desperately wiping at his cheeks to get rid of the evidence of his emotions. Whizzer gently wiped them away while softly telling him that it was normal for him to be crying. “Whizz it’s stupid, I shouldn’t be crying over a- I’m a grown man.”

“Marvin. It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry whenever you’d like. There’s nothing not normal about crying. You’ve seen me cry a bunch of times, is that not normal?”

“No, but that’s differ-“

“No it’s not babe, we’re both grown men. We both have emotions. It’s perfectly alright to let them show.”

Marvin stayed quiet for a second and wrapped his arms around Whizzer, thankful he had someone like him in his life. “Thank you, Whizz. I needed that.” The younger man gave his boyfriend a soft but sweet kiss before taking his hand and beginning to make their way to the stage door.

Once they reached the door, Whizzer pressed the buzzer and waited for the stage manager to open the door for them. He smiled and thanked the woman who led them back to Tom. It was now Whizzer’s turn to have a death grip on his boyfriend's hand. He released it the second Tom saw the two of them and was walking over with open arms. Whizzer quickly hugged him with a smile, Marvin standing back slightly to let the two have their moment. They exchanged pleasantries before Whizzer began to praise Bombshell. “Tom it's magical, really. I haven’t enjoyed a show this much in a long time. I just can’t believe those songs you’d sing to me have turned into this.”

Tom smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “Well it wasn’t just me, it was Julia, and Derek, and Eileen, and-”

“Tom stop, give yourself some credit. You’re so unbelievably talented, I’m so happy I get to see you shine like this.”

Tom blushed a bit and touched his shoulder. “Thank you, really Whizz. I’m so happy you got to see this show outside of me drunkenly singing to you.” When Marvin saw the blush creep onto Tom’s face, he walked up and put his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Tom looked over at him and his eyes got wide for a second before going back to his signature smile. “Ah, you must be the famous Marvin. So happy to meet you.” They shook hands, Marvin making sure he had a firm handshake. Tom tensed a bit when he felt his hand crushed by Marvin’s but he just continued to smile.

Marvin would eventually walk off to let them talk once he was sure Tom wasn’t a threat. He walked over to Leigh Conroy, looking particularly starstruck. Whizzer looked over at him and saw his boyfriends eyes light up. He laughed slightly and looked back at Tom with a smile. “So… you and Marvin seem to have worked out, I’m really happy for you. He’s treating you better, right?”

“Yeah, so much better. It’s like night and day honestly, he’s wonderful,” he said as he glanced over at Marvin again, sighing happily. “So, enough about my relationship. Have you found anyone?” Whizzer asked him, hoping he found someone that gave him the love he gave others.

“I did, he sits on my desk all day and spins, his name is Tony.”

“...Tom”

“No, I did.. One of them left and one… well, one died.” He said and looked down and Whizzer put his hand on his arm.

“Tom I’m so sorry.”

Tom nodded and smiled sadly. “Me too.” The two talked for a while, happy to catch up with each other. Their conversation eventually died down when Ivy walked up to Tom and cuddled up to his arm, knowing exactly who Whizzer was and how badly he had hurt Tom.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” She said with a smile while giving him a slight side eye. Ignoring the side eye, Whizzer smiled.

“Oh my god, you’re Ivy Lynn. You were absolutely amazing in the show. I’m Whizzer, an old friend of Tom’s.” She smiled politely and thanked him before reminding Tom of plans they had for that night. Whizzer smiled softly. “We should probably get going anyway. It was great seeing you again Tom, really. Don’t be a stranger,” he said before giving him a quick hug and walking off to find Marvin.

“So that’s Whizzer, huh? Seems cute enough, but you really still think he was worth the heartache?” Ivy asked and looked up at Tom.

“Yeah... Yeah, I think he was.”

#Falsettos #falsettos fanfic #falsettos fic #whizzer brown #marvin falsettos #marvin x whizzer #tom levitt #smash nbc #tom levitt smash #falsettos headcanons #joanie rambles #My writing #smash nbc headcanons #falsettos hcs #falsettos headcanon

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oh-my-hubris · 6 years

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6, 11, and 15 for Fallon and Marli :)

Marli

6. if they switched sides (dark side to light, light to dark), how much would change about them?

A fair amount, though mostly action rather than internal self because it makes more sense to me to see the Dark Side as simply an over-expression of id and the Light Side as an expression of Superego. She gets laid more often and admits to that being a thing she wants, she enjoys fighting more. She feels less remorse.

11. have their light side/dark side actions changed over time? (i.e., a sith warrior who starts out light but ends up dark, etc.)

She’s gotten a little looser with the code (got a boyfriend, bros out with a sith) but otherwise not really. She’s always been and always will be pretty damn light side.

15. does their past/background effect how they react to things?

OH YES. Marli is full of internalized guilt for being the daughter of Sith, guilt built up by accident during the time she lived on Haashimut. And growing up cloistered is part of why she’s as awkward as she is.

Fallon

6. if they switched sides (dark side to light, light to dark), how much would change about them?

She would be well nigh unrecognizable. Could be fun to play with, actually.

11. have their light side/dark side actions changed over time? (i.e., a sith warrior who starts out light but ends up dark, etc.)

She softens a little bit once she picks Vette up and is gentle with her crew, but otherwise no, Fallon is pretty dark side.

In game she’s only dark 3 because being full dark side involves acting like an idiot and would have been out of character. In my heart she’s dark 5.

15. does their past/background effect how they react to things?

I want to say yes because that would make me a good writer but . . . I don’t actually know much about her background other than that her family is the sort of old school nobility that can trace the line back six centuries (they are not best pleased about the human Captain, Fallon threatens to kill them all if it’s brought up). I’m a naughty bad writer who didn’t give her a concrete background. .

#lordviridis

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hencethebravery · 7 years

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Title: “Beloved,” (1/1) Summary: David Nolan is in love with Killian Jones. He just doesn’t know what that means. Notes: I’ve been wanting to write a modern Captain Charming college AU for a hell of a long time. Last week’s episode really sealed the deal. This is very much an explorative fic, in the sense that the meat of it really lies in David’s perspective and his feelings about love and Killian Jones in particular. It is not an end-game CC fic; it’s more so about how these two characters might be important to one another. It is not at all intended to be a valorization of heterosexual love over homosexual love or vice versa. Also on Ao3. Because I told them they would be tagged and/or they assisted me: @abbadons-little-witch @seastarved @the-reason-to-sail-home @captainwiley @zengoalie @mahstatins @mossandmushroom xo

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. -- Raymond Carver, “Late Fragment”

+ When David Nolan met Killian Jones, it had taken nearly every inch of his rather considerable will to keep from socking the guy across the jaw. He had seemed the infuriatingly smug, disreputable type, and what was worse, seemed to have an uncanny knack for trailing longingly after his sister. Emma Swan wasn’t his sibling by blood, but they had grown up together. His father had simply brought her home one day, and although David could sense an implicit attempt to replace the brother his parents had lost, they had all grown to love her regardless.

David had been able to see it in her eyes sometimes, this desperate, pleading feeling to live up to James’ absence—and while David would have never mentioned this to his parents, he had never really known his brother, but he had known Emma. He had seen her in clumsy, pre-pubescent limbs, all twisted up on the ground, scraped knees, red cheeks, lost teeth. He had seen her in the grips of nightmares he couldn’t imagine, had held her tiny frame with his own gangly limbs, and he had told her, so many times now, had tried to explain to her that she was more a sister to him than his dead brother had ever been. That she had nothing to live up to—that their parents were trapped in their grief, no matter how much they insisted that they were free of James’ echo.

And he didn’t blame them for it, David; he was an almost irritatingly wise, patient child, and he didn’t fault them for their sadness. But he harbored some degree of anger for the anguish in his sister’s eyes—because she didn’t ask for this, their family, they had brought her here and they didn’t think. They didn’t treat her as if she were this separate person who had lived a life before them. She had been broken when she arrived, and they should be stitching her together, not keeping all those pieces mismatched and ill-formed; rubbing against one another in a harsh kaleidoscope of painful memories and feelings that all children know but can’t understand, won’t understand, for too many long, confusing years.

So when Killian Jones, mysterious, charismatic, handsome, Killian Jones had wormed his way into their tight-knit circle of friends, he had been understandably concerned. He wore a lot of black and well-worn plaid, kind of like a malnourished extra in a Nirvana video—and his hair was always carefully disheveled (David suspected he spent hours in front of the mirror trying to get it that way). He swore a lot, like an old, gruff sailor on leave. More than Emma, even, and she had developed an extraordinary affinity for swearing, despite his mother’s sweet, but naive, attempts to dissuade her otherwise.

Killian Jones was in love with David’s sister from the very moment he saw her. Everyone could sense it, but David felt it, like a hard blow to the body; a hard-knuckled fist to the kidney. The jewelry, the make-up, it all fell away in the softening of his features, the genuine smile in her presence that revoked all that harsh, predictable cynicism of the “angry young man.”

“I wish you’d just give him a chance,” she had quietly pleaded during a late-night study session. Their books had been scattered between the two of them, empty coffee cups, candy wrappers, apple cores; all the basics. “He’s just lost.”

Like me, was the silent follow-up, the remark that left his heart soft, like a fresh, newly-fluffed cushion waiting for a new shape to form in all that willing potential. Emma hadn’t even wanted him then, not in that way at least; she had simply wanted a friend that was hers.

“Okay,” he had conceded gently, his heart tightening at the look of relief that crossed her features, “I’ll give him a chance.”

David gave Killian Jones the same amount of chances that he would afford anyone else; only Killian Jones met those expectations with a passion and a fury that David had rarely seen or felt. And it wasn’t even as if he were only trying to deserve Emma, which he was, of course, but there was also a sense that he pushed forward, made the difficult choices, did the hard things, for himself. It wasn’t an improvement of self merely to satisfy the expectations of someone else, but to be at peace with who he was and who he had become because who you are is all you have.

Never in a million years had David Nolan thought he would arrive at the seemingly inevitable point of admiration for the man he had sworn so vehemently against a few years before. If he had been able to ask his younger self, How do you envision your relationship with this man? It would be almost certainly true to imagine that the reply would not be anywhere along the lines of, laughing with, talking with, drinking with, finding comfort with—learning who you are with. Like Emma, Killian Jones had found his way into their lives and changed them for the better. Unlike Emma, who had been given little choice in the matter, as she had been small, vulnerable and directionless, Killian had been almost nearly grown on their metaphorical doorstep. He had somewhat loudly arrived, had been made to feel unwanted, could have just as easily left; only he had clung to their obstinance with all the strength of a man at the edge of a cliff.

He had fought for them, just as Emma had fought for him to stay. Just as David had fought, to his own, subdued surprise, for the tense cords of Killian’s deceptively vulnerable heart, wrapped and knotted around his sister’s own strong, formidable hands. They were perfect for one another. Similar enough to understand the cracks in one another’s foundation, but different enough that they could force the other to grow, to evolve into and around the other.

“When I asked you to give him a chance,” Emma playfully began, her lips resting against the tip of a bottle, “I didn’t mean ‘fall in love with him yourself.’” She’s joking, clearly, the gleam in her eye, the chuckle in her voice. And he’s knocking his shoulder against hers, and laughing easily along with the idea of the golden-eyed star of the wrestling team, buttoned-up and broad-shouldered falling in love with the lithe, wild-eyed literature major with a tendency to fall on the black leather side of the fashion spectrum, but he can feel the tightening of the knot somewhere deep in his chest as they laugh together.

There’s an uncomfortable pressure there, deep within the cavity of his chest, because Emma is clearly in love with Killian, just as he’s clearly in love with her. There’s a tightness because, no, Emma had never suggested that he fall in love with this lost, black sheep with a penchant for sad, Irish sea ballads; and there’s a strange, unknowable tightness because he doesn’t fully understand what this love is. Because it is love. And it might be an “in love,” but he doesn’t know with what, and he doesn’t know for how long, and he knows it’s a little different than the norm, and he knows he doesn’t want to lose it.

He knows that it’s Emma and Killian, that it always was and it always will be, and he knows that he’s also in love with an absurdly small, fair-skinned, pixie-haired, elementary education major with a rough-and-tumble streak that ended with a raised scar somewhere along his otherwise untarnished jawline. He knows all of this. What he doesn’t know is what to make of that Saturday night in late February, still cold, still snowing; all of them falling back into the familiar habits of the post-break college student.

There had been booze that night, of course, copious amounts of it, given the fuzziness of his memory the following morning. From what he could remember, it had been one of those nights devoid of any sense of unpleasantness. They were all stressed, over-worked, underpaid, cold and tired, but they were together. They were full of greasy bar food, they were wrapped in one another’s scarves and sweaters and arms. They were honest and playful, and all of their insecurities about themselves or one another had been forgotten, at least temporarily, in the warm nest of Killian and Robin’s two-bedroom apartment.

It had been late, he remembered that much. Emma and Mary Margaret had, at some point, slunk away towards Killian’s bedroom to crash, their arms threaded through each other’s in order to steady their drunken, lumbering steps. Robin was awake but just barely, his head thrown back over the couch, various limbs askew—Killian had dropped a blanket over his still, quiet form, and Ruby had made some crack about being a mom, to which Killian had tossed a pillow at her smiling face.

“I’m not tired,” Belle mentioned offhand, her stockinged feet resting in Ruby’s lap, “Can we play a game?”

“No more drinking,” Robin mumbled from beneath the quilt, one eye cracked open, “The drinking is over.”

“Agreed,” David answered, his own head slightly gummy from all the scotch ale that Killian had kept insisting he drink, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get up for practice in the morning.”

“That’s the trick, Dave,” Killian spoke from over his shoulder, his voice growing louder as he took a clumsy seat at his side, another cold beer in hand, “You don’t.”

“Don’t get up or don’t go to practice?”

“Either one, I’m sure,” he answered with a wink, his dark eyeliner long since smudged and faded beneath impossibly blue eyes.

“What kind of game, babe?” Ruby asked Belle gently, running a hand through her thick, tangled hair. “Nothing that requires too much effort, please.”

David must have lost track of the conversation at that point, because the only thing he could remember following Ruby’s soft question was a large, empty wine bottle spinning wildly in front of him, lots of giggling, and the sudden, indescribable feeling of Killian Jones’ mouth pressed against his own.

“He’s bi,” he can remember Emma casually explaining, her cheeks round with donuts and hot chocolate, “No big deal.”

It’s not like he had been offended at the thought of Killian being romantically involved with a man, it had just been unexpected, what with his being in love with Emma and all. But he supposed the guy couldn’t wait around forever, eyes the size of dinner plates, heart thumping comically loud whenever she was in the room.

He had seen him loitering outside the Humanities building, per usual, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his fingers, all normal, until he followed Killian’s familiar, charming gaze to the enamored, upturned face of a guy in his fiction-writing class—Merlin, possibly—a quiet, polite student by all accounts. They made a strange picture, the two of them. Merlin dressed in his usual buttoned-up flannel and woolen cardigan, square frames perched on his nose. And then there had been Killian, adorned in the usual black leather jacket, dark, well-worn denim and boots. Despite being fairly thin and of average height, he certainly knew how to take up space.

There was something enticingly dangerous about the whole thing, the way Killian had rested his arm near Merlin’s head, a flirtatious smirk cutting dangerously across his face. David had known Killian pretty well at that point, not well enough to know about his other proclivities, clearly, but well enough to know that most of… this? Most of it was an act. A way to throw people off the scent of his softer, “weaker” parts.

Maybe it hadn’t been the fact of Merlin’s maleness that had thrown him off. Maybe it had been the performance; maybe he didn’t realize how well he knew Killian until he had been forced to see the act again, to see the rough facade of a boy with a too-fragile heart so expertly put forth in the face of those he did not know.

“No big deal,” David had reassured his sister, smiling at the small dollop of whipped cream on her nose, “Just wondering.”

He tasted like scotch, but that wasn’t very surprising. He smelled vaguely of sweat and the sweet, cloying scent of a cologne that only men of a certain age seemed to wear. He was patient, and soft, and it lasted… seconds. It was brief, and chaste, and somehow both exactly like he expected and nothing like he had ever imagined. Which wasn’t to say that he had spent hours thinking about what kissing Killian Jones might be like, only he had spent a good deal of time wondering what being loved by him might be like.

Because he saw the way he looked at Emma, loved Emma, and David knew that it was exactly what she deserved. To be loved, unconditionally, to be seen and known for who she is, and not what Killian or David or his parents wanted her to be. David knew he was a fairly simple guy—he hadn’t had it too rough growing up, had met most, if not all, of his parents expectations. Got good grades, performed well in sports; practical, patient, kind, all the things that they had hoped he would be.

Killian Jones was nothing like what anyone thought he could be. His parents hadn’t expected much of him (seeing as how they had abandoned him as a child), his brother had wanted grand, great things for him, but, as Killian had explained, “Bloody well buggered that up, didn’t I?” David had anticipated low, incorrigible things from him. Had seen the potential for his corruptive influence on Emma, Robin, Mary Margaret, all of these people he had come to love as he did his own family—Killian Jones would ruin all that, just as he had his own life.

Only he wanted so badly to be loved.

And David knew how to love. So well, in fact, that it was often too much and too hard, and it only left him feeling disappointed. And suddenly there was this boy, who became this man; this man who could live in a way that David never could, but who seemed to walk around as if there was an emptiness inside of him that he didn’t know how to fill—and it made David want. It made him want things for himself that he might’ve never tried to obtain for himself otherwise.

It had made the taste of Killian’s lips all the more sweet in the brief moment of time in which they touched. It happened so fast he almost missed it. But lying on top of Robin’s empty bed the next morning, the sound of Ruby and Belle lightly snoring from their place curled up on the floor, the briefness of their kiss had been charged and slow. In his memory it is warm and rough from the unshaven hairs of Killian’s chin. It is masculine and delicate in a way that only Killian Jones would know how to be.

“Wow,” Ruby seems to sigh from somewhere to his left, his eyes closed because his lids have become impossibly heavy in the last few moments (and a little bit because he’s too afraid to open them).

“Um,” David eloquently tries to begin, his mouth falling slightly open in somewhat of an awed expression. He can’t help but think he looks a might similar to Merlin in this moment, his own facade, that of the popular, well-liked, polite jock thrown carelessly to the breeze by the mere fact of Killian Jones and the gentleness of his scotch-flavored kiss.

“Don’t be so quick to offer critique now, Dave,” Killian says quietly, laughingly, his own arm coming up to swing around David’s shoulders, “I’ve had a bit much to drink tonight and it would be poor form to judge my performance based solely on the one-off.”

“No, uh,” he tries to reassure him, slowly, in a meandering voice that he’s having a hard time placing despite the fact that it’s his own, “I would never.”

“There’s a good man,” Killian replies happily, tugging him closer in order to place a wet, sloppy kiss against the side of his head, “So bloody charming, this one.”

#ouat ff #cc ff #cc fanfic #captain charming #cc: saved my life #@hencethewriter #another case of #how the fuck #do i tag this #i know it's not technically cs #but idk how else #to get people to see this #a note #this has nothing to do #with last night's ep #i can't beilieve #how little it has to do with #the thing #so enjoy it anyway

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drakonika · 7 years

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So yeah, I went and created my own characters for @whitemantis‘s world of dragon people. Here is a bit of info about them, please read it first. Sadly, I don’t have any arts of them, so you’ll have to use your imagination.

Below is a little story I wrote about them coming to the twins’ clan. I have a couple more ideas which I’d really love to write out, but I don’t know when I’ll have enough time for that ;_;

The sun was already down when they saw the lights of a village up ahead. The prospect of finally spending the night under a proper roof and not on the ground, huddled behind some shabby rock, brought tired smiles to the faces of two friends.

– Are you sure they would let us in so easily? – asked Kyda with deliberately excessive concern.

– I’m going to haunt their village for all eternity if they don’t and as a result I die of broken heart, despairing at the humanity’s loss of compassion towards fellow people! – Ellian exclaimed with a dramatic flourish of his hand, and grinned impishly immediately after. – Don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of outdoor camping for this week. No harm in trying!

He spurred his horse onwards, and Kyda followed suit, hiding a smile in the corners of his mouth. Knowing Ellian for such a long time, he wouldn’t put it past him to actually fulfill that threat and become a restless spirit haunting his offenders. Still, their food supplies were running low, and hunter’s luck wasn’t on their side these past few days, so a stop somewhere populated was needed, and better sooner than later.

Sure enough, they were greeted by the guards patrolling the outskirts of the settlement, and after a short (but succinct and heartfelt) explanation were allowed to spend the night in an empty shed near the stream that marked the village border. The guards took their horses to the village stable as a precaution, and warned that the guests would be taken to the clan leader first thing in the morning. The shed was small and had only several piles of hay and some pelts inside, but that was more than enough for the exhausted travelers.

The next day, as promised, the guards took them to the clan matriarch, where Ellian went through the usual routine of explaining who they were and what the purpose of their journey was. The clan leader Irya, a woman of great age and even greater wisdom, was understanding of their situation and allowed them to stay in the village, but they were expected to provide something in exchange for the hospitality – such was the law that governed the grassland communities. The friends had some money and valuables on them when leaving the city, but as it turned out, the grasslanders preferred to be repaid in deeds.

Kyda overheard some men talking about the hunt that day, so he volunteered to help the hunters, and Ellian, confident in his cooking skills, offered to help the women prepare something special for the occasion from the spoils they would bring back. His proposition was met with a fair amount of doubt, though, and he was set on clearing that once and for all.

Kyda did look reliable, but the village hunters still wanted to test his strength, because no matter how impressive he looked, he was still a stranger, and none of them wanted to risk their lives blindly trusting him.

– I just hope they don’t ask you to shoot the wings off a fly while doing a backflip blindfolded, – said Ellian when Kyda came up to him to leave his belongings for the duration of a trial battle. The combatants were required to fight shirtless, wielding only one weapon of their choice. Kyda chose a spear, as did his opponent.

– Ugh, don’t remind me, – Kyda rolled his eyes, remembering that one village which followed utterly ridiculous rules and didn’t even leave them a chance to get anything. – These guys seem sane enough.

– Alright, off you go then, – Ellian gave him an encouraging slap on the back. – Good luck!

Kyda grinned and stepped out into the clearing already surrounded by the spectators. He made his way to the center where his opponent, a brown-scaled and scarred warrior, was waiting. Kyda twirled the spear in his hands and took a battle stance, noting whispers around as he did – he was using the style that was common among the city soldiers, so his stance always triggered such reactions.

Meanwhile Ellian didn’t seem interested in the fight at all. He was instead observing the crowd – apparently, more than half the village had gathered there – taking notice of the individuals who could make potentially interesting talk partners. For example, that girl with an eye-patch and a falcon perched on her shoulder – Ellian had yet to encounter a village that used birds for hunt, and this was a great chance to learn more about falconry. He had just made a mental note to come up to her later, when another woman standing next to the girl noticed him looking at her companion. The dark-haired white-scaled maiden shot him such a glare that it sent a shiver down his spine. He tried his best to keep calm, gave her the friendliest smile he could manage at the moment, and promptly switched his attention to some other part of the audience. There was another girl in the front row, with dark red scales and matching hair, she was watching the fight with keen interest, pointing at the combatants and saying something to the serious-looking young man standing beside her with his arms crossed. The two looked very alike, and Ellian thought that they must be siblings.

Apparently, Kyda noticed that keen attention pointed at him, and performed an especially flashy move that caught his opponent off guard and brought him to the ground, where Kyda pinned him down, the tip of his spear hovering mere millimetres from his opponent’s throat. The battle ended.

– Show-off, – Ellian snorted, while the crowd around cheered and clapped. Now Kyda was guaranteed a place among the clan warriors in today’s hunt.

They left about an hour later, after discussing the details and strategy. Ellian heard that they wouldn’t be back until late afternoon, so he had plenty of time to walk around the village trying his best not to look suspicious while asking about this and that. He wanted to check out the aviary, but decided against it after giving it some thought and remembering that obviously dangerous lady with white scales. He dropped by the stables instead to make sure that their horses were properly fed and tended to, and spent some time discussing the breeds used in the grasslands with the horsekeeper.

After that he took a stroll along the “main street” of the village, noticing a bunch of kids playing in the open. They were cautious of him at first, but a couple of simple tricks with the disappearing coin proved enough to soften their attitude, and the candy that he brought from the city was met with pure glee. In return Ellian asked the children to tell him about the games they liked to play, and was generously allowed to join them for a round of “Be my shadow” (he lost spectacularly).

His next stop was on the banks of a stream where several of the clan’s women were finishing up the laundry. He helped them carry the baskets of clothes back to the village, and was rewarded with a nice tasty red apple for that. Promising the ladies he’d come back for the evening feast preparations, Ellian continued his tour about the village, enjoying the juicy crunchiness of the fruit.

With the apple eventually gone and most of the village observed, he had only one place of interest left unvisited – the aviary. Having mustered enough courage, Ellian braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, but hardly had he started (rather reluctantly) in the direction of the aviary, when a sudden commotion at the edge of the village made him stop in his tracks. As it turned out, the hunters had returned, bringing with them two huge wild boars and a dozen wild geese. The spoils were swiftly taken to the kitchen, and almost half the clan set out to prepare for the festivities, while the hunters went to wash themselves and get some rest, though not after receiving their share of praise and gratitude. Kyda was practically beaming with joy, and Ellian could hardly remember the last time he had seen his friend so content.

While Ellian was busy showing off his skills in the kitchen (even going as far as starting a friendly contest with the head chef) Kyda was more than happy to teach the village warriors some of his favourite battle moves (which earned him more than a couple of curious glances from the passing girls). The preparations for the feast were in full swing, and the air was filled with cheerful anticipation.

At last, the tables had been set, the food was ready, and everyone gathered around the large fire to partake of what the spirits blessed them with today. Kyda and the hunters were retelling the events of the hunt, playing out the most thrilling moments for the utmost enjoyment of the audience. Ellyan was watching them, sipping his drink and actually enjoying that special kind of tiredness that you get after completing something that yielded a very satisfying result.

Eventually Kyda returned to their seat, grinning from ear to ear, and plopped down beside Ellian. He started to say something, but noticed the unusual quietness around. The festive clamour died down, and two young dragons rose up from their seats to come closer to the fire. These were the siblings whom Ellian noticed in the crowd during the trial fight. Now he knew their names – Vygo and Indrys – and that they were not just siblings, but twins. They took each other by the hands and started singing. Ellian didn’t understand the words, but the melody seemed familiar, as if he had already heard it before somewhere.

– Hey, isn’t this song… – he turned to Kyda and stopped mid-sentence: his friend was staring wide-eyed at the singing twins as if transfixed, fumbling for the belt pouch where he kept his flute.

That was the moment when everything clicked. Ellian remembered where he had heard this song before, and Kyda’s reaction made perfect sense – because for him that song was much more than just familiar.

Kyda’s hands were shaking when he brought the flute to his lips.

A third voice joined the resounding duo – a wordless one, coming from a simple wooden flute. The twins faltered for the tiniest second, but didn’t stop. Instead, they slightly shifted the tone, as if embracing the melody and at the same time riding on its gentle waves.

The song ended, and several moments of silence were followed by solemn applause. Worried, Ellian glanced at Kyda, who was sitting very still, his face blank, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

– Hey!

Ellian turned to the sound and saw Vygo stomping angrily towards them, Indrys right behind him, ready to stop her brother from doing something he would regret later.

– This is the song of our clan! How come you- – he stopped short, taken aback by the sight of Kyda’s tear-streaked face. – What the-?

Kyda blinked, as if just woken up, and rubbed at his eyes hastily.

– I-I’m… - he tried to take a steadying breath, but it sounded more like a broken sob.

– His grandfather was… – ventured Ellian, but fell silent when he felt Kyda’s hand on his shoulder.

– It’s okay, – Kyda said quietly. – I’m okay. Thank you.

Vygo, his initial outburst now subsided, sat across from them, ready to listen to the explanation. Indrys sat beside him. The rest of the clan also turned their attention to the guests.

Kyda took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Ellian shifted a bit closer to him, unable to shake off the strange uneasiness.

– This song… My Grandfather taught it to me. He was from the grasslands, he spent almost half of his life here before moving to the city. He told me, that my Grandmother loved to sing this song, because it held the memories of her birthplace. She had left this world before I was born, so I don’t know much about her, but Grandpa loved her with all his heart.

– What is your grandfather’s name, dear guest? – the question came from Irya, the matriarch, who was listening closely to the story unfolding, and it looked like she had a certain idea forming in her mind.

Kyda rose from his seat, showing his respect towards the leader – the woman, the elder.

– Vadreen, o clanmother, – he answered. – Vadreen of the Clan Bluebird.

The name was greeted by a quiet murmur from the older people present. Irya raised her hand, requesting silence, and smiled.

– And your grandmother, – this was not a question, but a statement, and seeing Kyda open his mouth, eager to answer, she gestured gently to him not to speak yet and continued, – was named Lyrra.

Dumbfounded, Kyda couldn’t utter even a single word, so he just nodded, because that was indeed his grandmother’s name. Irya smiled again.

– I remember her well, – she said, a hint of warm sadness in her voice. – She was one of the best songstresses in our clan, and everyone’s beloved older sister. We saw her off with a light heart, because she would never want to see us – her family – being sad because of her. I am happy to know that Lyrra’s song got a new verse that will certainly bring with it even more new ones.

Irya closed her eyes, falling silent for a moment to honor the memory of the late songstress.

– Clan Bluebird is located in four day’s way from here, to the north-east. You will have a map and enough food for the journey. We will not hold you if you decide to leave first thing tomorrow morning, but remember this, – she smiled again, – you are always welcome here, Lyrra’s grandson.

It took Kyda a few moments to grasp the full meaning of her words, and he still couldn’t fully believe in what he had just heard. At a loss for what to say, he simply walked towards Irya, stopping about five paces in front of her, and bowed slightly, his right hand over his heart in a gesture of gratitude.

Ellian took another sip from his mug, smiling to himself. The road to their dream wasn’t just a way in the dark anymore.

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Speed Sniffing with IFF-LMR & the British Society of Perfumers

When you’ve been obsessed by fragrance for some time, you might think you have a good idea about how ingredients smell. I reckon I’d know a patchouli or pepper from a few yards away, for example. But suddenly, presented with an array of natural ingredients in the form of a ‘Speed Sniffing‘ game, my sense of smell was turned upside down. And I wasn’t alone…

In the august surroundings of Burlington House in Piccadilly, the British Society of Perfumers met at the Royal Society of Chemistry, where we’d been invited for an evening of exploring fragrance ingredients by IFF-LMR Naturals. The LMR refrers to Laboratoire Monique Rémy, which IFF (International Flavors & Fragrance) took over in 2000, continuing and evolving the incredible, groundbreaking work Monique began. Indeed, the company have recently rebranded with the slogan Pioneering Nature – a phrase that encompasses their ethos of always pushing the boundaries of what we can expect from natural ingredients: the way they are grown, harvested and processed; the wellfare of the those who produce them, and sustainability of the environment at large.

These natural ingredients go on to be used by the world’s top perfumers and flavourists, in every major and niche fragrance house you care to name, and there’s no doubt you’ll own many scents and have eaten all manner of foods that include them.

Esteemed members of the BSP mingled with representatives of IFF-LMR and fragrance-loving members of the public alike, and we were led into a room of eight tables for the fun to begin. Think of it as a combination between speed dating and an intense gym workout for your nose.

In groups, we moved our way around the room, being given only five minutes at each table – a bell ringing when time was up – and with an expert from IFF-LMR in place to guide us through what we were smelling. My group began at the ‘New Ingredient‘ table, and we first had to solve a word puzzle to make up the names. These were Pepper Sichuan Absolute Extract LMR and Cocoa Extract 12% PG. We might think of pepper as being punchy, up in your face and almost agressive in character, but here we smelled something more reminiscent of citrus, with a vibrant, fruity/floral facet that astonished us all – and remember, there were professional ‘noses’ at this table, equally enthralled by what we were smelling. It was a tickle to the senses, and unlike any pepper I’ve previously experienced. The cocoa, too, was a revealation. Usually used in the flavour industry, this one is silky, nutty, warm and dry rather than overly sweet and sickly.

Resisting the urge to suck the blotter, we moved on to smelling fragrances – one without the central ingredient, one with, and this process was repeated at each table we visited. How fascinating to explore the way even a minute amount can utterly alter a finished fragrance – adding complexity and elegance, boosting the surrounding aromas or softening the edges for a comforting snuggle of a scent. I can only liken it to the difference between a landscape painting completed in oils or watercolour – the scene might be the same, but the translation, mood and emotional response has changed.

At the beginning of the Speed Sniffing we’d been given a bag containing a notebook to jot down our thoughts, along with collecting specially designed playing cards at each stage of our fragrant journey, each card explaining the IFF-LMR ingredient and what makes it so special. So here, briefly, were my thoughts on what I found to be some of the most exciting ingredients we sniffed…

Organic Notes: Ginger Oil Fresh Madagascar ORG Produced by hyrdodistillation, this smelled of all the piquant freshness of ginger root, without any of the earthiness or almost rubbery notes that can sometimes accompany this ingredient. Their secret? A far shorter time between harvesting and distilling.

Peru Balsam Oil MD This is harvested from wild grown plants, and was the first to achieve ‘Fair Wild’ certification. For this, they must adhere to strict standards of sustainability criteria, ensuring the continued use and long-term survival of wild species, while supporting the livelihoods of all stakeholders and respecting their cultures. To me, it smelled of heaven. Soft, creamy, comforting and cocooning – if there was a vat of it, I’d have jumped in (though this could upset their certified status, so probably best for all concerned the opportunity wasn’t presented).

Healingwood BLO This is patchouli with 99% of patchoulol (an alcohol found within patchouli, and one of the organic compounds responsible for the smell). But it’s not the patchouli you’d recognise – banish any lingering horrors of “hippie” scents, for this was an ethereal, wraith-like smell, a whisper of woodiness without the funk.

LMR Hearts: Patchouli Heart No.3 IFF-LMR’s best selling Patchouli Heart note, and it’s easy to smell why. There’s a silvery clarity that smells like bliss personified, with a touch more earthiness that the Healingwood, but it’s still not muddy. Think of a forest floor during a light Spring shower, water diffused through greenery, a shimmering transparency that’s used to ‘…bring differentiation and personality to any formulas.’

‘Blockchain’ Notes: Vetiver Heart A Blockchain guarantees transparency throughout the supply chain, with every single step of a process being virtually stored. This way, an ingredient can be traced from being grown, harvested and processed from start to finish, with the information visible for all (other companies buying the product, right through to consumers buying a fragrance that ingredient has been used in). The Vetiver Heart we smelled was a revelation – fruity, highly complex, it was practically a perfume in its own right. Because of that complexity, if a perfumer uses this within their formula, it makes the finished fragrance far harder to copy. Win-win.

New Platforms: Sandalwood Oil New Caledonia By ‘Platforms’, they mean new places in the world they’re now sourcing materials. Sandalwood has traditionally been sourced from Australia and India, where illegal distilling plants, smuggling and unsustainable usage have caused huge problems for the fragrance industry, and the legal growers and producers in those cultures. By using this astonishingly smooth sandalwood from New Caledonia, IFF-LMR offer a delightful new ingredient for perfumers to incorporate in their fragrances – the one we smelled had an an almost milky, gormand aspect to it.

There are many more ingredients I could mention and swoon over at length, but suffice to say, we were all left with a buzz of excitement about the future for the naturals it’s now possible to use in fragrance, and with minds officially blown. What an honour to have smelled ingredients only the noses of major perfume houses usually get to play with. Speed Sniffing with IFF-LMR resulted in my relationship status with naturals being firmly reinstated.

Interested to smell more? The BSP offer a number of exciting events each year, so make sure you check the website for other fragrant happenings.

Wish you could have been there? Then you must join us at our Perfume Society Ostens Event on 12th February! Using IFF-LMR Ingredients, this future-forward house are revolutionising the perfume industry by offering some of these incredible materials in their highest allowable, singular form within an oil Preparation, or as hypnotically enticing eaux de parfums created by some of the world’s top perfumers around that central, natural ingredient. We’ll be smelling the ingredients, learning how they’re processed and sniffing the divine results…

By Suzy Nightingale

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