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for ezekial and luther 1,2,28 .... and ykw fuck it 11

Do they have any motifs?

Luther has 2 kinda. One was a little intentional the other just kinda came as a bonus. His main one is like, angelic imagery. That’s mostly from one of the first scenes of the story I came up with, where Ezekial is first brought to see Luther, who’s standing above him with light shining from behind him, and that with his hair kind of creates a halo kind of look and Ezekial remarks to himself that he looks like an angel. And yk, that whole like, white/light blue being angelic/pure idea with his color palette also kinda reflects that, which is both reflective and subversive to his character. Reflective in that it shows how he likes to be extremely clean and put together, but subverts how he’s involved with very dark things. His other motif only just occurred to me, that being space/moons. His planet and moon earrings weren’t really meant to be anything more than a cool design choice, but I realized that a lot of scenes I’ve pictured where he’s more vulnerable and open are at night and/or under the moonlight, so that motif has become a bit important to his character. You could also definitely draw some sun and moon imagery with him and Ezekial from that.

Ezekial doesn’t really have concrete motifs in the same way Luther does. There’s a couple reoccurring ideas that surround him, like scarring, loneliness, and loyalty, but I haven’t really given him strong specific motifs. I guess the main one that you could argue for that I’ve been thinking about lately is kind of like, wearing over time. That applies to the story and their dynamic at large, but specifically with Ezekial, there’s a lot of focus with him having to accept that things are not the same as they once were, as well as visually, his design changes and wears with time, both with him getting more and more scars and with his clothes gradually becoming more scuffed and dirty with the more experience he has. This also juxtaposes Luther, whose design is very clean and sharp and put together.

Describe their voice. Do they have a voice claim?

I always struggle finding voice claims for my characters bc I have such a specific vision in my head that nothing feels completely right for them, but I’ll try to get as close as I can.

For Ezekial, my first thought was Aoba from the beastars dub (I think. I was specifically thinking of the “hey, legoshi already knows her name!” line and I’m pretty sure that’s aoba but idk). Looking up a couple voices, I think also a bit of Ash from fantastic mr fox, though very slightly lower for both of those. Also also a smiiiidge of mk from lmk. Just a bit. The idea for him is to have a voice that’s very smooth and nice, pretty average tbh, and usually very bright but occasionally able to slip into a darker tone. Idk though, I feel like he’s really hard to place and I don’t even know if I really like any of these all that much for him, but it’s the best I got 😭

Luther’s voice I imagine closer to the lower end but also not particularly deep, very soft and level, kind of that back of the throat kind of sound. It’s really dumb but specifically I thought of that one clip that’s like “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. IM GONNA KILL THE NEXT PERSON I SEE I SWEAR TO GOD” but JUST for him yelling. The line I was imagining him saying in that tone was “Don’t you get it!?” and it works oddly well. Otherwise, it’s kinda like a mix between lilac cookie’s eng voice and sal fisher. Another one I found specifically looking at voice claim compilations that’s random as fuck is Wesley Gibson from wanted??? no idea who that is or what that’s about but I think his voice fits really really well for Luther.

Are they a dog or a cat person?

Ezekial likes both and he wouldn’t be able to choose, though probably leans a little more to dogs.

Luther you’d think would be more of a cat person, given his everything, but he actually prefers dogs because they’re easier to train and more obedient. He doesn’t dislike cats though.

Have they ever fallen in love and with whom?

I mean, there is a LOT of longing between these two, especially on Ezekial’s end. He’s been in love Luther since they were really young but I think he didn’t really realize that for a long time. At some point it kinda registered for him but even then I don’t think he ever really said it out loud to himself. It was never really some big revelation or anything, just kind of putting a word to a feeling that’s always been there.

And I’m not gonna lie and say the feeling isn’t reciprocated, but that’s something Luther hasn’t thought about in years and still hasn’t yet to really understand himself. The mix of emotional suppression and catholic guilt made a cocktail of self denial and inability to really accept that thought when he was younger, and in the present it’s far worse and far more repressed, and he has a long way to go before anything begins to change with that.

It’s actually interesting because this is also a scene I thought of pretty recently. After their reunion, once the tension has settled past the initial Luther-being-willing-to-kick-Ezekial-across-the-floor-without-a-second-glance phase, one of the conversations they end up having is Ezekial asking Luther if he’s dated anyone since he last saw him, to which Luther respond “I don’t think you could really call it that.” He asks the same question back at Ezekial and Ezekial responds “Yeah, I don’t think those really count either.” And that surprises Luther and he give a little “Huh.” And Ezekial asks what that’s about but Luther just says it’s none of his concern (really he’s surprised because Ezekial’s always kinda been a romantic, and he’s dated a couple people before when they were younger. “And I mean, Ezekial’s an attractive guy, and he would probably be a good partner, how has he not had any good relationships since high school?” (<- clueless))

#oc #they are so stupid #falls on the floor and dies #yeah man seeing ur old best friend for the first time in years and your first thought being how angelic he looks is totally norm n not gay #ezekial and luther

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oliviajdjarin · 3 years

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Chapter 5: An Old Friend

Warnings: this one is mostly fluff, so I don’t think there are any warnings. Maybe references to past trauma? If I’m missing one please lmk!

Author’s Note: Chapter 5!! Enjoy!!

(gif gotten from javierian)

After the little…. predicament with the last mission…. you couldn’t deny that you had gotten closer with the anonymous man you had been living with.

You made pleasant conversation, never too deep, but you felt more comfortable in his company. You had felt the same way with Peli… but this was different.

Your heart rate would increase whenever he would talk to you, and your mood would increase as well. You were excited to get to know him! This man who had taken you in knowing absolutely nothing about you. The least you could do was make him feel comfortable around you, and that didn’t even feel like enough.

It made you happy when he would ask you questions, like “did you enjoy the dinner last night” or “how did you sleep.”

It felt good to have someone be curious and care about you in your present state, not just your past or your abilities. And you loved to ask him questions too.

If you were lucky, he would tell you a story about an old job he did, and those were the best. It was like getting little pieces to a much larger, beautiful puzzle. A puzzle you prayed you would see finished by the end of your time with him.

The best interaction you had, by far, was when he finally ate with you.

It had been a nice day. You guys had stopped for supplies and it felt good to stretch your legs a little bit.

You found a great little food stand that had fresh meat and vegetables, and you knew you could make a delicious meal out of it. You shared your excitement with Mando, who nodded and helped you carry the supplies back to the crest.

Once you made it back and put all the supplies down in the incredibly tiny kitchen, you went to work.

You used amazing spices that you hadn’t tasted in weeks on the meat, and made sure to brown the vegetables in the same pan you used for the meat. That way they would soak up the amazing rendered flavors that the meat left over. After that, you put it all together in a pot and poured savory chicken broth in to mix the flavors.

Your stomach was grumbling at the smell alone.

The kid was hungry too, you could tell by the way he stared at you while you worked, so you made sure to save a hefty serving for him when you poured the meal into serving bowls.

You gave the little guy his serving and set yours right next to his on the dining table. You then carried Mando’s serving to the cockpit to give it to him.

You had an idea…. and you hated how you got your hopes up that he would agree.

You stood behind the pilot’s chair for a moment, until you finally took a deep breath and said, “Dinner is ready.”

Mando spun around in his chair and took the bowl from you.

“This smells amazing. Thank you,” he said and got up to walk to his room. He always ate in there because of his creed, and you felt a pull on your heartstrings every time you would think about him eating all alone. You wanted him with you and the kid. You felt full when you three were together, and Mando eating alone felt like you were leaving him out. You knew what that felt like, and you never wanted to inflict it on others.

This was it. This was the moment.

“Wait,” you said, and he turned back around to you, still holding the bowl in his hands.

Every time he looked at you straight on you felt your nerves creep up your spine and your hands become fidgety. You felt cheesy and stupid. This man was basically your roommate, not some partner you needed to impress.

But why does it feel that way?

“I uh… I was thinking that maybe.. we could figure out a way to eat together? I feel bad that you have to eat alone in your room, so maybe I could.. I don’t know.. turn around? And get the kid to do that as well? If you aren’t comfortable with that I totally get it, I just.. feel really bad that you don’t have anyone to eat with,” you say.

Of course he will say no. Why would he trust someone to just “turn around?” As if they wouldn’t want to catch a glimpse?

Your hopes were sinking every moment he stood in silence, and you weren’t liking your chances.

He looked down at his bowl and then back up at you, and these were the moments you wished he wasn’t so good at hiding his emotions. You wanted to see and feel what he was thinking, but he was impenetrable. He was like a stone wall, and you hated it.

He sighed, obviously thinking about what you said, and you just waited. You didn’t want to pressure him anymore. He can make his own decisions, and you can deal with them.

“If I do that,” he says, “you have to swear to me… you won’t turn around. And you won’t let the kid turn either.”

Your eyes widened.

It worked, you think. How the hell did that work?

“I swear Mando. I will not turn around on any circumstance, and I will do everything in my power to keep the kid at bay. If he doesn’t want to cooperate, I will eat with him away from you just to be safe. I promise,” you say and he nods.

“Ok,” he mumbles, and you smile at him. A genuine smile. A smile that says all the things you wish you could say, but are too afraid.

You hoped he wasn’t as good at reading people as you were.

“Ok. Let’s go,” you say and he follows you back to the table.

“Ok kid. You’ve gotta turn around for me ok,” you say to the kid and he babbles something incoherent.

“Thank you for the compliment on the food. I’ve known that recipe for a while,” you say with a giggle while turning his chair around.

You turn yours around as well and grab your bowl to set on your lap.

You and the child are now facing away from Mando, eating your dinner, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your belly slowly becoming more full calms your excitement, until you hear a small hiss and the sound of metal scratching the floor.

It’s off. Mando’s helmet is off.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

He did it. He really trusts me to do this.

You hear the sounds of him eating the soup and you swear this couldn’t get any better.

You go back to eating with a huge grin on your face, and you keep the child in your peripheral vision to make sure he doesn’t turn either.

You had connected with him through the force a couple of times since your first meeting. You had gotten better at reading the little one, and you could see just a faint look of understanding in his body language.

He didn’t waver. He didn’t squirm. He just ate as still as he could, and you were so grateful.

Seriously? This was all it took for the kid to behave, you wondered to yourself

Mando mumbling, “This is really good,” shatters through your thoughts like ice.

Mando’s voice. His true voice, just hit your ears for the first time ever, and you wanted it burned into your brain forever. You never wanted to hear anything different.

It wasn’t just the sound of it, but the feeling. You could hear the gratitude in his voice and it sent chills down your arms.

It was him. His voice. Something no one could ever replicate. It was truly his own.

“Thank you,” you say and take another sip of your soup. Your appetite has basically vanished at this point, and your ears just yearn to hear more.

“I think the kid is enjoying himself,” you say, and you pray you get Mando’s rarest gem of all in its rawest form.

And you do.

He gives a soft chuckle of a laugh. “Yeah, I think so too,” he says and takes another bite.

If you dropped dead right now, you would die a happy woman.

How do you even iterate what that felt like? What it felt like to hear this big, scary, metallic man give off something so vulnerable to you.

Had other people heard this at all? Maybe not even since he was a child?

Your hands started to shake from the endorphins and you finished your bowl. You took the kid’s bowl as well and placed it inside your own and just sat. Just soaked in this happy moment that you never wanted to end.

If only you knew how big of a smile Mando had on his face behind you.

~~*~~

A few days pass and the energy on the ship is the best it’s ever been.

You had eaten dinner together every day since then, and you wondered how something so simple could make you so….happy.

Mando was at his pilot’s chair (as usual) and he called for you to come to the cockpit.

Luckily it was pretty late, so the kid was passed out.

You made your way to the cockpit and saw that Mando had an image broadcasting from the ship’s holoprojecter. The image was of a man with a darker skin tone and flecks of grey in his hair. He looked like he had been through a lot, as his clothes were slightly tattered and ripped.

“I’d like you to hear this,” Mando said before pressing play.

The man in the image proceeded to explain how ranks of ex- imperial guards were ruling over his city and they needed Mando’s help to take them down. He proposed that Mando return to Nevaro and bring the child as bait, and once they got near the client, Mando would kill him.

The man said that if Mando succeeded, he would have his name cleared in the Guild and he can keep the child.

The clip ended and Mando turned to face you.

“What do you think,” he asked, and you looked to the floor with knit eyebrows, thinking.

“Bringing the child as bait is incredibly risky, but if you trust that man, I don’t see a problem with it. You can take down ex- Imperial guards no problem,” you say, and he nods.

“I’m just confused how you even know that man,” you say.

“He’s… an old friend,” Mando says, and you don’t like the sound of that.

“We kinda got off on the wrong foot last time we talked,” he said, and you nodded.

“So… he is saying you get to keep the child if you succeed, but we have had him this whole time?”

“There’s something you need to know,” he says, and he goes to explain how he really got the child, and how he has been being hunted by the Empire this whole time.

Throughout the explanation, you listen intently, nodding and keeping eye contact with Mando.

You would think that the fact that the Empire had been on your tracks the whole time would scare you, but it doesn’t.

It fuels you. You three were pissing the Empire off, and there was nothing you liked doing more.

You felt powerful. Unstoppable. For once you were making them mad, not the other way around. And you liked it.

You are not angry at Mando, not even a little. You feel relieved.

This perfect man who had given you nothing but happiness….wasn’t perfect. You had so many demons, and you found someone who did too. Someone who did something bad for the right reasons. You found a good person, who did the right thing because it was right. He had a good heart rather than an ego, and he let you in on something so precious to him. This child.

And you were not gonna let the galaxy rip him away.

Once he finished, you took a deep breath. You looked at him and smiled.

“You know…I am pretty relieved Mando,” you say, and he cocked his head to the side slightly in confusion.

“I thought you looked like that under the helmet,” you say, gesturing with your head to the sleeping green creature behind you, and you laugh.

Mando’s shoulders relax, and his grip on the arm rests of the pilot’s chair softens.

“Seriously Mando, it’s ok. You did the right thing. 99% of people would have just dumped the kid and left. I am proud of you. I am proud to be on this mission,” you say.

“If saving a baby from the Empire gets me arrested, then by all means let them arrest me.”

Mando’s shoulders shake a little. It probably felt incredible to get this off his chest. He had been keeping this from you for a while.

I wonder if eating with me helped him trust me more?

“Ok,” he breathes out of his helmet. “Good. I was hoping you’d stay.”

“Oh I’m staying alright,” you say and he gives a breathy laugh.

“But this is your decision Mando. I am up for going or staying. I know you understand there are risks in both options,” you say, referring to the offer the man on the recording had given you earlier.

“Whatever you want to do. I trust you,” you say and his head snaps back to make eye contact with you.

You give him a weak smile, and allow what you said to sink through his beskar and into his skin.

I. Trust. You.

After a moment, he turns back to his controls and stares into space.

If you’re being honest, you have no idea what you would choose. If you don’t go, the kid will keep being hunted and at risk. If you do go, that man could betray you and get you all killed.

Mando is in deep thought, as are you, and you jump a little when he starts punching coordinates into the controls.

“Sorgan? Why Sorgan?” you ask.

He turns to face back to you, and you can only imagine the cocky smirk he has on his face.

“An old friend.”

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du0tine · 3 years

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prominent use of bad language. mentions of people hooking up and using drugs but no explicit description, there is no smut in this prologue but are some light suggestive scenes. description of a drug overdose, drug intoxication and hallucinations. mentions of candy flipping: the use of MDMA and LSD combined. main character death and resurrection. graphic imagery. light mentioning of religious anecdotes.

viewer discretion is advised.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

THIS IS THE FIRST PART TO THE PROLOGUE!

at the end of the second prologue you may choose a route that will lead you to one of the four stories with either:

na jaemin, jung jaehyun, wong yukhei or xiao dejun.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

@stayinzencity @prettyjaems @hunjins @neonun-au @bumblebeenct @neojaems + there may have been more people but i kinda forgot to write them down sorry! lmk if you would like to be added. just let me know which member’s route, you can choose as many as you’d like.

It was all too confined.

Sweaty bodies aggressively shoving against each other in the mosh pit. People falling from side to side, crushing each other as they flailed their bodies around. The smell of DMT lingered in the air clouding your thoughts ever so slightly, tinging your mind with a light haziness. As the vibrant, disco lights blinded you, making your sight kaleidoscopic. You were seeing double and it didn’t help since it served as the only source of light in this underground club. You were pretty sure that had you not been so painfully sober and not shit faced drunk you would’ve been pressed against the club’s dirty floor next to some girls abandoned, dirty thong with people jumping on top of you, crushing your body.

It was hopeless. You’d lost sight of your friends from the moment you got into this dreaded hole of sweaty bodies, quite literally being engulfed by the ocean of people. Your body felt like a pulp, compressed and sweaty, falling apart at the seams. Even your feet were terribly blistered since your toes began to sink further down, your heels pressing uncomfortably against the leather material. Scanning the crowd, you desperately look for an exit to find the bathroom. Of course, you weren’t expecting it to be any better. There would most likely be people hooking up or doing drugs in the empty stalls but you’d at least expect less people inside and more space to just collect yourself and find your friends since there was no way you could just leave. The lineup was almost an hour long and the bouncer wasn’t going to let you in twice.

Finally you spot the broken LED sign that held the exit sign. It’s hues sparking above the crowd, omitting an array of bright colours that mostly alternated between red and blue. Overjoyed, you roughly shove people out of your way, getting shoved back a few times in return but overall, the heavy traffic pushed you closer to the exit and finally you were met with a dimly lit, long corridor. It was rather empty except for the few clusters of people either nearly fucking on the spot or passed out on the floor.

Carefully, navigating your way through the hallway you almost slip on some dark yellow vomit. Your heels squelching against the ground as you mentally cringe feeling disgusted. Nearly yelling out loud at the person who’d thrown up but much to your dismay they were long gone with their face against the floor, eyes shut tight. Roughly dragging the scuff of your shoe against the floor you wipe the putrid substance off before continuing your march through the hallway of hell.

The further you went, the darker it got and you were starting to think you’d come the wrong way. There was no bathroom. Hell, there wasn’t even an exit; it was just a dingy, dark hallway with absolutely no end. As you continued downwards you start to feel uneasy, almost as if there was someone watching you. With each and every step away from the dance floor you hear the music become more and more faint, the sound of the bass thumping lightly along with the sound of the crowd almost disappearing. Soon enough it became painfully silent, the only noise that bounced against the walls of the corridor were your own and they omitted from the clapping of your heels that clacked against the cold floor.

One, two, three, four steps and you start to hear double. Stopping in place, you’re met with a silence. It’s just you and this hallway you think to yourself before taking a few more steps ahead and then hearing it again. It was definitely the sound of someone’s shoes, ones besides yours. Perhaps, someone was following you? You weren’t sure. In fact, you were just too scared to turn your head around and take a look back mostly because something deep inside you warned you not to look back. Maybe there was something about how anxious this place made you feel.

As a result, it made your head spin, the vertigo making you feel nauseous as you struggled to even keep marching forwards through this endless abyss of a walkway.

Nonetheless, you push yourself to keep moving ahead. Forcing yourself to think that the further you went, the faster the bathroom would appear. A doorway that would you lead into a disgusting, nasty as hell bathroom filled with people from the club. This illusion you fed yourself forced you into a sense of false comfort as you tried your best to fight the urge to look back and keep moving.

Your mission was to reach the bathroom because you knew that you’d be safe then. Despite not even knowing what followed you, you kept your vision dead straight ahead becoming so focused you failed to realize how the walls around you twisted and contorted. The chipped paint started to come alive developing a pulse, beating as if it was alive like flesh inside the body of a human. Something that never saw the light of life until given the opportunity to do so and right now it was tearing itself apart stripping itself, revealing the grimy, almost ghastly white woodwork behind it as its paint wilted at your feet. Hypnotized you kept moving forward as the sound of those dreaded footsteps got closer and closer.

Clack, clack, clack it rang through your ears. Echoing through your eardrums and spiralling through your mind. The paranoia ate away at your sanity, it replaced all senses of feeling and thinking with fear and ignorance. You ignored how your mind screamed at you to turn back and stop going forward in fear of what lay ahead. Instead you listened to how your body forced you to place one foot right in front of the other and march straight into your doom.

Finally, you see an exit. A doorway that stands there perfectly still, illuminated around its perimeter with a bright mix of red and blue. You feel yourself fall at ease as you pick up your pace practically racing for the door as you hold a hand out eager to feel the cold, brass doorknob around your sweaty palms. The distance between you and the door close with each step that you take but so does the sound of those dreaded feet behind you. With merely a few inches between you and the door, you feel a gush of hot wind against your neck. Its someones breath.

It feels like your whole body falls into a frenzy, a complete panicking mess. As you finally grip onto the door knob giving it a rapid turn, twisting it with everything you had within you and yet, nothing. It doesn’t budge. Rather simply it stands there silently mocking you as you tug at the door. Your movements only becoming more violent when you feel someones hand atop your shoulder. Goosebumps erupt across your skin, decorating it like grains of sand, the granules sitting coldly atop your body. It surges through your frame and shoots up your spine as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in shock.

“Going somewhere?” Questions the voice as you freeze in place. Your objective of getting the hell out momentarily pausing as you feel eerily intrigued by the voice. Who could it be? The voice was almost incoherent and yet, it held a tone that would perhaps come from a man. The vibrations from its voice made the shivers that stood at the top of your spine come tumbling back down onto your tall bone as you shudder in response. Just who exactly was this? You had to find out. After all, there was no going back now.

Mustering the very little courage that you had within the pits of your stomach, you tense up. Your muscles restricting themselves making your movements very slow as you take your time turning around. Your eyes glued to the ground, staring at the floor and only just realizing how it jiggled underneath you, almost as if you were standing on top of jello. It’s checkered black and white tiles moving around as you pivot, the toes of your feet sinking in ever so slightly.

You know you’re facing the figure when you see a pair of sleek, perfectly polished mens dress shoes in front of you. The gloss that radiants from the black shoes almost blind you as you can’t help but momentarily look away staring at your own feet that were beginning to sink deeper into the translucent, gelatine floor. Your heels doing nothing more but piercing into the meaty layer beneath you.

“My gosh, you’re so fucking high,” Snickers the voice as you snap your head upwards. Contorting your eyebrows in confusion as you quickly retort their observation, “I am not!”

As the words abruptly leave your mouth you can’t help but feel like you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. In front of you stands a masked man, dressed in a black suit that you could just tell was fabricated with the finest materials and by a crafted tailor no less. The tufts of his hair rotate between the colours of silver, an auburn brown, black and yellow blonde. The mask that adorns his face is plain white, with no slits for eyes nor a mouth leaving you astonished as to how exactly could this masked figure see but you don’t speak the thoughts of your mind. Almost as if you knew that questioning him would lead nowhere.

Instead you continue to gawk at him with your eyes wide, pupils extremely dilated. Your fruity lips drifted apart as you momentarily forget to breath. Slowly you watch as he brings a hand forward to rest on your cheek. Not even realizing how hot and flustered you were until you feel his cold hand caress your skin. He’s gentle as he continues to observe you. Making you feel like a delicate flower in the grasps of a strong being, one wrong move and you could be crushed.

“I’m not high,” Are the words that flutter past your lips once more as you stare at him, your thoughts are in a daze. You can’t even think straight as he lets out a laugh.

“Sure you aren’t. In fact you totally didn’t spend the night candy flipping for nothing, you’ve called upon me and that’s…pretty sweet. The taste of death, reward of the afterlife,” He replies, his fingers leaving your soft cheek and moving towards the locks of your hair as he runs his fingers through them, combing it gently ridding it of its knots.

“Death? I’m sorry what?” You question as you snap out of your thoughts pushing his hand away from yourself as you look around you. Nothing looked normal, the hallway seemed to replicate one from the inside of a twisted funhouse, except this was all but fun. As the realization of being somewhere that you don’t belong in hits you, you begin to panic. The fear settling in at the pit of your stomach, clouding your thoughts as your surroundings begin to darken. Everything seems to take a turn for worse as the floor beneath you continues to cave in faster and faster. Soon you find yourself knee deep staring in horror at the man in front of you, desperately you reach out your hand begging him to pull you up, to save you.

“You’re mistaken! I’m not dead, I was just fine. Perfectly sober in fact!” You shriek out absolutely horrified as you grip onto the jacket of his suit. You’re now thigh deep and sinking in faster. Calmly he holds your hand with his before bringing his other hand and placing it atop your head once more.

“I’m afraid you are dead. Having overdosed in the reckless amount of MDMA and LSD you consumed, eager to reach that ecstasy. That feeling of being in a euphoric state of mind, the bliss coursing through your veins only to be crushed by the mindless bodies of those whom you once danced with, then dragged out by your very own friends. Only to be left alone in the corridor soaked in your vomit.”

Deadpanned, the realization hits you hard. You really were dead and in fact, you’d walked past your very own dead body twice. Astonished and feeling completely drained you look up at the man with sorrowful eyes. This time you don’t speak as you stare at him with oceans in your gaze, the tears seeping from the ducts of your lifeless eyes as they fall down your now stone cold cheeks. You’re now waist deep into the ground as you continue to sink further down with nothing left to say.

“You’ll have a second shot, if you make things right,” He says before using his body weight and strength to push your body down into the ground with his hand. Eyes widening in shock you scream in horror as he submerges you completely, engulfing your voice in the floor beneath as everything swallows you alive and falls black.

It feels like you’re floating, your body is essentially weightless as you drift around in the dark mindlessly. You simply exist with no burdens atop your shoulders, no responsibilities and no sins. Your mind is a clean slate and it feels like you’re swimming around, sauntering inside a dark womb. Everything that surrounds you is inexplicable and unknown but it makes itself present. It’s a cold comfort. Perhaps, this is what it’s like to be dead. No hell, no heaven, simply a dark void. A looming and mysterious abyss where you’re overcome by nothing more except peace and eternal silence.

The silence is short as you suddenly feel a large pressure against your body. An unknown force dawning its mass, crushing you as your senses abruptly flutter awake. You begin to feel more confined, your surroundings no longer providing comfort but working against you. Slowly the unknown force begins to coat your body, covering every nook and cranny with its substance. Rubbing against your skin, grinding with pressure. Its the feeling of small, tiny granules but perhaps millions of them. Though this time it isn’t exactly goosebumps, no longer a natural phenomenon that occurs as a reaction in the human body. Instead, it seems to be sand as it works its way around your figure, engulfing you. Making you feel as if you’re caught inside an hourglass with no way to go but down. The sensation is suffocating as you catch particles of the sand inside your mouth, drying up your taste buds. Its objective is to swallow you whole and consume your existence with itself.

There is no longer any zen. The pulsations that once lingered through mind, body and soul is now gone and replaced with another kind of awakening. One that is urgent, one that screams for you to get out. In desperation you begin to panic, flailing your arms around. Your movements are drastically slower than you expect with the heavy sand slowing your momentum. With one arm in front of the other you swim your way through the sand, clawing your way out of the dark, pushing away from the suction that holds you down. You don’t stop until you feel the light breeze of what seems to be air brushing past your fingertips.

You’ve partially reached the surface. The adrenaline is now coursing through your veins, pumping through your heart with such speed. It feels like your heart is ready to burst through your ribcage at any given moment. But you don’t stop fighting against the quicksand until you’re met with the nights sky, seeing how the constellations are littered upon its dark blue canvas. Your eyes twinkle in the moonlight as you gasp for air, spitting out any of the remnants of sand that linger inside your mouth. Hacking rather loudly as you exhale the sand and inhale in the sweet air.

Mustering the last bit of energy that remains inside of you, you pull your torso out of the sand. The lower half of your body are next to follow as you flop onto the ground and onto your back. The scene is one that someone may have seen in a zombie movie, the undead coming back to life crawling their way out of their graves. Their resting place no longer sufficient. Reborn they quench for the thirst of human flesh except for you, you’re thirsty for life. To live again is all you wish for and you’ve been granted exactly that. Having been given the chance of taking another shot at this cruel game of life. Unbeknownst to you, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make this permanent.

Gazing up at the nights sky you’re blown away at the sight. The sticky situation of being buried alive is no longer relevant having been replaced with the beauty of the world. Bringing forward a hand you hold it up towards the sky, holding it in reference next to the moon. Like porcelain, you shine. The flesh of your skin is soft and supple like a newborn baby, everything about you is new. You’re no longer dead but instead given the chance to take host in this new vessel. The body is still yours, it is you but it’s new and improved. There are no signs of your old body, no vomit seeping past your lips tainting your skin. Your bones are perfectly intact with no signs of damage, there is no wear and tear, everything seems to be working perfectly fine. All that remains is the black Saint Laurent minidress that you wore that night, in its pristine condition.

Sitting upwards you observe your surroundings before dusting the sand off of your body and proceeding to stand up. The landscape is rather vast and covered in nothing but sand. However, it seems like you’ve dug yourself out from the side of a sand dune. The tall hill that sits proudly behind you seems like a good idea to climb. Perhaps there will be more to see at the top, a perfect vantage point. Standing upwards you quickly start climbing, your feet dragging into the sand causing you to fall on your face a couple times but nonetheless you reach the top and what lies in front of you takes your breath away.

It’s a bustling city, lit up by street lanterns and filled with people. It glows in the dark, radiating the silhouettes of its architectural elements. The tall and looming arabesque styled buildings make you feel tiny in comparison. As it draws you in, it doesn’t even look real. Perhaps, this was all a mirage. None of this could be real, you could just be in a state of delusion having just dug yourself out of a hole in the ground but nonetheless you feel hypnotized completely captured by the beauty what lay ahead. In a trance you make your way towards the city.

Your eyes don’t leave the landscape. Admiring how despite how late it seemed, the people were just as lively. The closer you got, the louder the sounds of the city came alive. The place was surrounded by the desert except for the large port docked with multiple ships to the left of the city where it stretched out onto a large body of water. Perhaps, it led out to the seas? You didn’t know. This place seemed almost mythical like a story coming to life, none of it felt real until you found yourself standing in the middle of it all, walking through its streets.

As you wandered around you were met with the confused stares of its citizens as they all gawked at you. Taking one look at yourself and back at them you soon realized you weren’t dressed like they were. The people of the city were adorned in different types of silk garments, light enough to withstand the heat of the dessert but strong enough to protect from the winds at night. Meanwhile you wore something that just seemed skimpy in comparison to their clothing, it made it obvious you weren’t from here.

Ignoring their stares you continue to wander around following the crowds of people. All of which seemed to be heading in one particular direction straight into the upper north side of the city. Up north stood a perfectly, coral white palace that overlooked the city. One that perhaps resembled the Taj Mahal but exceeded in size and was much more grandiose. Strung up in what looks like an assortment of lights it glistens brightly. People fluttering into the palace through its big gates but not just anyone. The people granted access inside were dressed elegantly and much more expensive than the average citizen.

Just what exactly lay ahead? You had to find out.

Stopping a random lady in her path you quickly question her about what lies ahead. After receiving a rather annoyed look from her she’s quick to give you a snarky reply, “We’re celebrating the success of the Jung Family. Their son has gratefully claimed our land back from those filthy pirates.”

“The Jung family? Pirates?” You question out loud as she looks at you stunned. Quickly you change the tone of your reply when you see her squinting her eyes at you in suspicion. Rapidly repeating yourself and fixing your mistake, “Oh yeah! The Jung family! And those pesky little pirates huh?!”

The women simply rolls her eyes in response before quickly scurrying up ahead not wanting to be bothered by your horrible facade. You watch as she walks past the guards and inside leaving you behind. Standing in the outdoor lobby, your feet are cold and perhaps rather grimy against the polished marble floors as you debate whether or not to go inside. It seemed like there was a definite possibility they wouldn’t allow you indoors but maybe going inside would provide you answers on where exactly you were. Taking a deep breath you stride towards the gates, not making any eye contact with the guards.

You maybe get a foot into the palace before you’re stopped and roughly thrown back out.

“No beggars allowed inside.”

Contorting your eyebrows in confusion you look at the guards with disbelief. Here you stood dressed in something that definitely cost more than what someone else was wearing and yet you were denied access inside. Before you could lash out at the guards for being so rough you remember these people aren’t bouncers, in fact it looked like they were from a whole other time period.

This only proved just how out of place you were and you weren’t going anywhere unless you found a change of clothes or somehow snuck inside. Standing back where you once stood with the guards glaring at you, your eyes wander the palace looking for a way in. Glancing at every potential entry point, you scan the entire perimeter. Finally coming to the conclusion that every square inch of the building seemed impossible to penetrate through unseen and with the last few posh citizens piling inside and the gates slamming shut you felt hopeless.

Here you were in a city you didn’t recognize. A place that looked like the Atlantis of the sands, something out of a mythological book with nowhere to go. Just as you turn around to leave the palace something catches your eye. Within the corner of your peripheral vision you see a figure dart in the near distance, whipping your head in that direction just in time to see a young man climb through a window. His silver hair whipping through the wind. One moment he’s there and the next he’s not.

For a moment you decide that maybe this isn’t worth it. Sneaking in couldn’t promise anything but if it did, the reward would probably be huge. Either that or it held huge consequences. Standing there you debate on whether or not you should go and when you remember the words of the man who’d greeted your soul that night his words speak to you once more.

‘You’ll have a second shot, if you make things right.’

Perhaps, this city you were thrown into meant something. A sign of the afterlife? Maybe something that held significant importance? After all, he was the one who’d transferred you here and granted you this new vessel and it seemed to be pretty clear to you by now that everything happens for a reason. Being granted this temporary second shot at life seemed too good to be true but it seemed like there’d be a price to pay if you didn’t accomplish what you were sent for. The only question was, what was it that you needed to do? Glancing at the window you watch as it blows the gold curtains from inside, fluttering it out in the wind. The entryway was almost signalling you inside. The silver haired man from before must have recklessly left it open.

Taking that as your signal, you run towards the opening. Quickly hoisting yourself up onto the window sill and before slipping inside, you hesitate. All that echoes through your mind is your subconscious screaming at you to just go for it, you do exactly that thinking,

“Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen, dying twice?”

Like an absolute moron you tumble into the room colliding rather loudly with the hard floor. The whole idea of staying quiet and unseen seemed to be impossible for you to accomplish. Turning around you reach for the doors of the window thinking that at least covering your tracks would help. Just as your fingers brace against the metallic framing of the handle you’re stopped in your tracks.

“Hey,” Calls out someone. The tone of the voice isn’t commanding but instead rather friendly. Looking downwards, you’re met with a rather tall man. His black hair is sleeked back in a hairstyle, two small braids hanging from the side of his scalp. His dark , obsidian orbs are staring right back at you as you gawk at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Clad in the same attire as everyone else you simply brush him off, quickly reaching for the knob and trying to slam it shut in fear of being caught. Only to have your movements halted when his large hand makes contact with your wrist.

“Leave the window open will you?” He asks as the corners of his mouth stretch into a rather playful grin.

“What? Why don’t you just go through the gate like everyone else?” You ironically retort as you attempt to shake his grip off with no success.

“What if I don’t belong here?” He questions. Raising his eyebrows rather theatrically as you freeze on the spot, “Just like you.” With those words you’re quick to release the knob and he’s just as quick to release his grip. He’d clearly been watching you and you were absolutely clueless as to just exactly how long.

The encounter is quick to set off your fight or flight instinct as you make a run for the door, trying to get as far away as possible from the window. Only to be stopped by the same man from before, plummeting to the floor merely inches away from freedom. He rolls you onto your back as he straddles your body, his weight doesn’t crush you in pain but he’s certainly applying pressure and it doesn’t feel great. Using one of his hands to hold both of yours above your head making you essentially defenceless as you try and kick him off with no result.

“Let’s just make something clear,” He begins. Slowly leaning in closer and closer towards you, stopping merely inches away from your face and specifically from your lips. His breath is hot against your skin as you inhale the heavy smell of tobacco and light cologne that omits from his body. Despite having nowhere to look but at him, deep down you feel hot. The burning sensation that rests at the pit of your stomach makes butterflies erupt inside. You can’t help but admire just how good looking he is and how dangerous. A combination you always couldn’t resist. Your chest is heaving up and down as you struggle to stay calm, your breath even hitches a couple times as his eyes burn into yours. He’s reading you silently like an open book and you can’t help but feel like this vulnerability is lustrous and you want more.

Slowly his other hand snakes up your torso, starting at your navel and tiptoeing through the valley in between of your breasts, finally stopping at your neck. His movements are agile and it feels like his fingers are dancing upon your skin. He takes his time knowing that he’s got the upper hand and that the ship sails his way, not yours.

Suddenly his hand is wrapped tightly around your neck, gripping the flesh with his slender, calloused fingers. As they press into the sides of your neck skillfully avoiding your windpipe. You’re thankful he isn’t holding you directly down or else he’d probably crush your only main source of breathing. As your vision starts to fall hazy, you’re seeing stars. It’s like peering into the milky way through a telescope looking at the numerous planets and right now you’re looking at Venus. He is beauty, he is mysterious and he is bold. If Venus was a boy it’d be this man hovering above you. Helplessly watching his every movement as he leans down closer gravitating towards your lips before swerving to the left and placing his mouth close to your ear. The situation makes your heart bounce almost as if you’ve just dodged an astroid.

“If you tell anyone about our little encounter, about me. I’ll go out of my way to kill you first and believe me my schedules pretty full,” The tone in his voice is menacing, definitely evoking more fear within you and you can’t help but gargle out a weak agreement in response. This man came to do business and it seemed like he’d barely decided to spare you and he definitely wouldn’t the next time. He must’ve been convinced with your response because you feel his body weight shift away from you. The sounds of his footsteps move towards the door, his weight creaking against the floor boards and just before he leaves, you prop yourself up calling out to him weakly, “W-who are you?”

Slowly he turns around looking down on you, the light from the corridor behind him illuminating his figure. “Let’s just say, I’m not very liked here,” Is his response as he brings a finger up towards his lips, twisting them and playfully and throwing away the make belief key. With that he’s gone, disappearing down the hallway and you can’t help but think of one word and one word only. The exact definition of just exactly who this man was, a pirate. Given tonights circumstances that the lady from before had mentioned, it didn’t look like things were going to end very well in terms of the celebration.

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 ©︎𝑫𝑼0𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬

#PART ONE OF THE PROLOGUE!#LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOUD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #this was shit but I figured I should release SOMETHING #LMK IF U COULD FIGURE OUT WHICH TWO MEMBERS APPEAR FIRST!#nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #nct dream fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #na jaemin x reader #jaehyun x reader #Lucas x reader #xiaojun x reader

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I would like to request you an astrology headcanon. can you please write relationship hc (like sfw and nsfw) of Kuroo, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akashi, Bokuto, Sugawara and Miya Atsumu with a 22nd September Virgo-sun, Scorpio-moon and virgo-rising female. Pleaseee if you can:-) thank you very much!

Mkay a couple little things before we get started. Number one, I don’t know the boy’s complete natal chart, so I just went with there sun sign for all the categories. (if anyone knows where I can find their complete natal chart lmk 👀) Secondly, I don’t write nsfw stuff so there’s not any specific Hc about that kind of stuff. Finally I personally don’t think that ones riding sign affects a relationship so that’s why it doesn’t have a category, but even if I did, your rising sign is the same as your sun sign so the Hc would’ve been very similar anyways.

Ok onto the fun stuff :D

Scorpio x Virgo sun

Your essential natures are compatible, as both of you share a certain level of practicality, the need to analyze and dissect people and life, and a rather introspective approach to life’s challenges. There are times, however, when Scorpio strides fearlessly into a challenging situation, and Virgo feels much more cautious and careful. Scorpio may consider Virgo to be too timid, and Virgo may feel that Scorpio lacks prudence.

There are also many situations where Scorpio is more stubborn and persevering than Virgo. Scorpio may view Virgo’s lack of commitment and dedication to a single purpose to be a sign of weakness. There is the possibility that Virgo will view Scorpio as being a bit crude, too passionate or emotionally attached to certain situations or ideas. Virgo has refined sensitivities and sometimes literally doesn’t like to get “dirty hands”, while Scorpio is more primitive, raw, and not squeamish.

You both need to strive to harmonize your different natures and not antagonize each other, but the chances of doing so are very high, as you both sense in one another a generally compatible attitude towards life.

Scorpio x Scorpio Moon

This couple will be welded together by their shared obsessions. Sun in Scorpio’s fixations will blend perfectly with Moon in Scorpio's need for total intimacy. Outsiders will not understand this relationship’s darker corners, and that will be just fine for these intensely private Scorpios.

Sun in Scorpio is fearless, but he doesn’t display his courage with showy bluster. He craves absolute sexual and emotional intimacy, and his no-holds barred explorations take place behind closed doors. Even Sun Scorpio's lover will never see absolutely everything that he has going on; keeping a piece of himself in the shadows is how he maintains control. His partner must be willing to share — or at least tolerate — his tendency to obsess; his investigations of any subject are full-on, and this requires a degree of commitment that most people find unnatural.

Moon in Scorpio needs to bond with her lover at a primal level. Incredibly private, she will keep her intense needs buried until she meets a partner she can (gradually) trust. But even once Moon in Scorpio’s lover has earned her trust, there will always be times when she withdraws, as she goes through a regular process of deep transformation and renewal. She’ll give her partner unending passion and support, as long as he is willing to dip below the surface with her.

Sun in Scorpio’s deep explorations will be fully supported and shared by Moon in Scorpio. Whether it’s sex, movies, mountain climbing, or any other interest, these two will live and breath it to the limit. Sun in Scorpio will take the lead, while Moon in Scorpio instinctively backs him up. If she needs to go off on her own internal journey, Sun in Scorpio will understand. These two will nurture many obsessions together, but the main one will be their commitment to each other.

Cancer x Virgo sun

Both of you are inclined to mood changes that, at times, can irritate each other. For example, Cancer experiences periods of melancholy, tenderness, concern, worry, nostalgia and sentimentality, which Virgo may not understand or sympathize with. Virgo can suddenly become irritated and irascible over minor annoyances, and at such times, is capable of intense sarcasm and criticism, which can be extremely disconcerting to Cancer’s tender, sensitive feelings. Virgo must be prudent, and Cancer must strive to be forgiving when things go a little awry.

However, you are both capable of enormous devotion to one another (and to your children if you have them), and taking care of one another comes naturally to you.

Your Sun signs are semi-sextile. You don’t really understand each other’s styles of expressing emotions. Your relationship requires some adjustments.

Cancer x Scorpio Moon

This pairing blends Cancer nurturing with Scorpio intensity, to create a deeply protective relationship. Together, these two will create their own, private world based on their mutual need to submerge themselves in a relationship.

Sun in Cancer can be needy, and this is based on his extreme sensitivity and desire to nurture a secure home life. He guards his vulnerability with a shell that few are allowed past. In order to be let in, his partner must prove that she’s loyal and just as interested in building a nest as he is. Sun in Cancer’s focus on caring for his lover will be mixed with varying degrees of dependency, because he’ll require assurance that she’s not going anywhere. Although he can be quite protective, the secret to being with the Crab is realizing that he needs just as much protection as he dishes out.

Moon in Scorpio can be possessive, and this is based on her need for control. She feels safe when she knows exactly who she’s dealing with. It will take a long time for Moon in Scorpio to open up and trust her lover, but once she does, she’ll demand complete access to his body, heart and mind. She’ll feel threatened when her partner keeps secrets (although she’ll always have a few of her own) and will use every tactic in her emotional arsenal to figure out what he’s holding back. Her Shadow side can emerge when she trades passionate bonding for a never ending series of emotional manipulations that give her the upper hand.

Sun in Cancer will probably be the first to open up in this pair, as he nervously responds to Scorpio’s intensity. Despite the fact that Moon in Scorpio will keep her power under wraps, she’ll be in control (unless his Moon is also in Scorpio, in which case this could be a battle or meeting of soulmates). Sun in Cancer will be reassured by Scorpio’s powerful, background support. Moon in Scorpio will be reassured by Cancer’s commitment to focus on no one but her. They’ll create an emotional fortress whose inner rooms are closed to outsiders. And that will suit them just fine.

Sagittarius x Virgo sun

While Virgo tends to focus on the trees, Sagittarius is interested in the forest. Very often Virgo points out problems with specific details of any situation, while Sagittarius would rather discuss the overall, general outlook rather than the practical details.

These different approaches can balance each other. They are also likely to conflict with each other at times, especially when Sagittarius feels that the details will take care of themselves and Virgo should simply have more faith in the process. Virgo can be guilty of spending so much time criticizing the details that the overall goal of an otherwise excellent plan is missed. Sagittarius, on the other hand, may need Virgo’s detailed analysis but not be willing to admit it.

Positively, you can work together with Sagittarius providing a great deal of vision and enterprise, and Virgo providing a great deal of practical advice, expertise, and skill. However, it is inevitable that Sagittarius will feel annoyed with Virgo’s pettiness and criticism at times, and Virgo will feel frustrated by Sagittarius’s sloppiness of thought or behavior. Much humor, tolerance, and awareness of your legitimate differences will be needed to work these problems through.

Your Sun signs are square. It’s very challenging to understand each other’s styles of expressing feelings, and clashes are frequent.

Sagittarius x Scorpio Moon

Sun in Sagittarius wants to spread his wings, while Moon in Scorpio wants to dive deep. Their conflicting urges will make it difficult for these two to create a mutually satisfying relationship. However, both have a penchant for exploration, albeit on different levels. If they can agree to disagree on their approaches, this couple can create a bold union that will take them further than they could go individually.

Sun in Sagittarius explores new horizons, literally and figuratively. Whether he’s wandering, pondering new ideas, or trying out a new recipe, his partner can be sure that he’ll always bring something fresh to the relationship. However, his interests can shift rapidly as he loses patience with details and depth. This also means that Sun in Sag requires a certain latitude; he does not handle rigid domestic rules very well. He does best with a partner who is able to handle the practical details, while encouraging his generous (sometimes excessive) contributions.

Moon in Scorpio explores the depths: both hers’ and her partner’s. This intense Moon needs absolute intimacy with her lover, which means she’ll push him to his limits; superficiality is a major turn-off. But she won’t expect him to go anywhere that she hasn’t. Moon in Scorpio’s emotional cave-diving can be draining for some partners, although her fixed intensity means that she is a faithful (if possessive) lover.

Sun in Sag will be weighed down by Scorpio’s emotional demands, and Moon in Scorpio will feel threatened by Sagittarius’ craving for variety. Fortunately, it takes a lot to overwhelm Sag, so he may be able to withstand Scorpio’s intensity. If Moon in Scorpio can come up for air occasionally, and Sun in Sagittarius is willing to dip beneath the surface, these two can urge each other on to greater heights and depths.

Virgo x Virgo sun

Both of you are prone to have fits of perfectionism, and at such times you are extremely critical and difficult to please. You may vacillate between extreme neatness and sloppiness, or be very particular about some things but very casual or even sloppy in handling other areas of life. Because each of you has an eye for detail and can be very skilled and exacting when you put your mind to it, you have the potential to work together very well in any area that requires extreme care and attention.

There is the problem, however, that your combined perfectionism may make both of you dissatisfied with anything that you attempt. Both of you like to express your love for someone by doing practical things for that person, and both of you enjoy helping out with daily chores and various tasks. The similarity in your traits makes you a well-matched couple.

You share the same Sun signs. Your emotional natures are so similar, it’s uncanny. Your relationship is very intense.

Virgo x Scorpio Moon

This intense couple’s primary concern will be working on their relationship. Sun in Virgo will handle the tangible details, and Moon in Scorpio will take care of the passion and emotional exploration. Both partners relish relationship challenges, although their mutual zeal for locating problems can turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Sun in Virgo believes that anything worthwhile comes with its share of difficulties. His skill at locating flaws in everything gives him a zest for improvement. This makes Sun in Virgo a conscientious partner, but he can go overboard when he obsesses about little things that his lover may not even notice. Shadow Virgo can appear when he starts to view all positive relationship developments with suspicion. Too much of his work ethic can suck all the joy and spontaneity out of a partnership.

Moon in Scorpio needs to get to the bottom of things. She will never be satisfied with a partner who is afraid to be honest and emotionally naked. Moon in Scorpio can be fearlessly passionate, loyal and protective, but her trust is gained very slowly. She feels safest when she has completely experienced someone, hence her need to feel her lover, body and soul. Shadow Scorpio can creep out when these emotional explorations devolve into manipulation and paranoia.

Sun in Virgo may be initially unnerved by Scorpio’s volatile passion (once she decides to trust him). But after much analysis, he’ll understand what makes her tick and will work to meet her intensity with his focus. Moon in Scorpio will help Virgo see beyond the details, as she pushes past some of his perfectionist-driven inhibitions. Both will be committed to addressing potential problems together, but their combined search for the truth can trap them in a maze of suspicion and doubt. Some fun, meaningless activities (and the occasional break from each other) can help lighten things up.

Gemini x Virgo sun

The two of you are both intellectual creatures, more rational than emotional, and you have a good mental rapport. You both love to talk and you appreciate one another’s wit. Virgo, however, has a more practical, down-to-earth turn of mind, while Gemini just enjoys playing with ideas, without needing a purpose or practical application for them.

Gemini is also more of a risk-taker and will gladly do something once “just for the experience” while Virgo is more careful, cautious, and discriminating. For the most part, however, you understand each other well, and can be quite compatible.

Your Sun signs are square. It’s very challenging to understand each other’s styles of expressing feelings, and clashes are frequent.

Gemini x Scorpio Moon

Oil and water might be the best description for this couple. Gemini’s lightness does not blend with Scorpio’s depth. But do these two have something to offer each other?

Sun in Gemini has a short attention span. His goal is to gather a variety of experiences; he doesn’t have the energy for exhaustive exploration of one subject or person. His quick wit and curiosity are the fuels that propel him forward. If his partner can keep up (while keeping his curiosity stoked) Sun in Gemini can be a loyal companion. But no matter how loyal he is, he’ll always have a variety of friends and confidants—of both sexes. Possessive lovers should look elsewhere.

Moon in Scorpio needs a profound connection with her partner. Naked, emotional honesty is a must for her to feel secure. But she doesn’t trust easily; getting Moon in Scorpio to let down her guard is a long process that requires a patient partner. This Moon needs control in order to feel safe; she’ll let a prospective partner in on her terms. Meanwhile, her lover must be prepared to reveal everything about himself. Her possessive, Shadow side can creep out when she feels her partner is hiding something. Her lover must be prepared for simmering anger and/or manipulative jabs, all released with the intention of making him “pay” while forcing him to open up.

Sun in Gemini will feel overwhelmed and undercut by what Scorpio doesn’t say. She’s a master at holding back and nursing grudges, which she’ll feel compelled to do each time Gemini chats up a different woman. Moon in Scorpio will feel insecure and unsatisfied with Gemini’s glib explanations.

However, if there are more harmonious connections between their charts, these two might learn something from each other. Sun in Gemini can show Scorpio how to lighten up, as she learns that his conversations with others are just words (and nothing more). And Moon in Scorpio can push Gemini to look beneath his ideas, to the rich current of intensity she’ll bring to their relationship.

Libra x Virgo sun

Libra loves company and can talk endlessly with friends, and loves to hear others’ experiences and thoughts on any subject. Libra is very accepting of different points of view and is disinclined to judge or even clearly evaluate what others say. Virgo, on the other hand, loves to analyze and criticize, and is intolerant of illogical or erroneous thinking. Virgo is more demanding of others and confronts others when necessary. Libra finds these confrontations extremely uncomfortable and often embarrassing. Virgo is much more exacting and demanding in all areas of life.

At worst, Virgo can view Libra as wishy-washy, and Libra can view Virgo as prim and intolerant, but hopefully your appreciation of each other is much better than this! At best, your different natures can complement each other without annoying each other.

Your Sun signs are semi-sextile. You don’t really understand each other’s styles of expressing emotions. Your relationship requires some adjustments.

Libra x Scorpio Moon

Both these signs want to relate to a partner, they just go about it in different ways. Light and airy Sun in Libra will have difficulty handling Moon in Scorpio’s intense moods. Scorpio will push for brutal honesty, while Libra will try to keep things sweet.

Sun in Libra is focused on maintaining harmony. Whether he’s chatting (and flirting) with someone he’s just met, or having an intimate evening with his partner, he’s all about making sure the other person is happy. People accuse Sun in Libra of being shallow, but his uber-graciousness comes naturally; he automatically relates to others and sees their point of view. Although he can overdo this and end up becoming a reflection of his lover’s desires, he’s one of the most courteous, sensitive partners around.

Moon in Scorpio needs raw intimacy. Part of this is due to her passionately intense nature, but she’s also deeply suspicious and doesn’t feel comfortable (with her partner) until she has experienced every inch of him (inside and out).

Her lover should have a high tolerance for no-holds barred confessions, while respecting her privacy and personal space when she withdraws. Periodically, Moon in Scorpio will need a time out, and attempts to jolly her out of this mood will not work. Although she can be a deeply loyal and healing partner, her Shadow can emerge as manipulative, possessive and controlling.

Sun in Libra may always feel a bit unbalanced around Scorpio. Whether she’s pushing him to “be honest,” or stewing with jealousy over his flirtations, her intensity may feel like an assault to him. Moon in Scorpio will feel frustrated, and sometimes disgusted, with what she views as Libra’s shallow approach to everything.

This will be a difficult relationship, but the saving grace will be each partner’s desire to be in a relationship. Libra will want the trappings of partnership, and Scorpio will crave the emotional intimacy.

Although they’ll never be totally comfortable with each other’s approach, they might be able to make this work if there are enough binding contacts in their synastry.

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The Gentleman to My Right

Prologue

Kim Taehyung x Reader, Mystery x Reader, Mystery X Reader, Mystery x Mystery (that’s right)

TW: *BORDERLINE CON-NON-CON: EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL THEMES* NSFW, angst, light smut, mystery, future (?) smut, future (?) fluff, cursing, body issues, anxiety, hints of mental issues, mentions of BDSM (and possible future BDSM) scenes, questionable sexual issues (I use this so loosely, because I’ll be damned if anyone tells me what and who I can do with my body, aight?)

Wordcount: ~2400

Summary: Sometimes the best times are the times where you aren’t sure what is going on.

A/N - Y’all. This story was actually a dream I had and I told a friend about one night on stan Twitter through DM’s. So, this might not be *amazing*, but it happened. Please let me know if you’re a beta reader and remember to LMK if you think this is a one-shot, prologue, series or no-shot (it sucks balls). Thanks for reading my first fic.

{Prologue}

As if I’m in between life and death, my dream-like state nudges my consciousness. My vision seems to have that hazy effect, around the edges, at least.

Am I stoned? Pilled out?

My other senses tell me I’m in a very expensive car. Perhaps a Rolls or Bentley. The pungent “new car” smell dances around my nose, which is seemingly much more attuned than my eyes at this point. Leather, heated under my hand, while lightly...massaging my ass?

Through the blur, I can see my like-silk midnight dress. Just above the knee. Professional. Fitted. No hose, though. And any good southern girl always wears hose to any work event. Am I not working perhaps?

I certainly didn’t dress myself.

I certainly have no idea how I got here.

I look down to see stilettos. Black Louboutins.

What?

Jimmy Choo is usually much more to my taste...and my budget...after my tax returns come in.

For some reason, I feel as if I’m sitting in the front of the car, as if there is a custom bench seat or something.

Wait. I think I spot a door handle that would match the placement of a front seat. Nope. It’s right *behind* the front seat.

Suicide doors.

I feel somewhat sober, but cannot seem to master the art of the 180 glance. I take a medium breath in and suddenly am aware of a gentleman on either side of me.

Musk.

I don’t feel anyone to my left, but I do feel someone to my left. Call it a sixth sense. My brain tells my eyes to look, but I don’t see anything in the way of much to my left. Then I feel it...

It’s him.

The gentleman to my right.

I can see the buttons that adorn the cuff of his suit. Dark. Not quite black. A darker charcoal grey perhaps. The material feels expensive in my palm. I’m not touching him, per say, but he is close enough to place the side of his suit jacket in my hand which is lying on the seat between us.

Suddenly my dress feels two sizes smaller and 10 pounds heavier. My breath becomes a tad...heavy. Labored almost.

Craning my neck, I still can’t see his face. His hair is smooth and thick, a raven color. Not shiny, but healthy. Not short or long, but based on the feel of his designer suit, his haircut is a month or so overdue.

He isn’t shoulder to shoulder with me either, but close enough for that recognizable heady mix of sandalwood and light patchouli to ignite my senses, and my body as well. I feel my thighs rub together ever-so-slightly.

Fuck that feels...familiar. He feels familiar.

Silently asking for his attention, I cross my left knee over my right, letting the shiny red part of my walking accessory dangle over his left leg. Doing so causes the skirt of my fitted dress to move up my thighs just enough.

His exhaled breath starts to beat against my neck just enough to confirm his awareness. Still looking down, I notice he is now turned more towards me. Facing me perhaps? At least enough to where he is able to comfortably stretch his right hand on my right thigh. Just above the hemline of my dress. My breath hitches, soft enough to make me wonder if he notices.

He notices.

The next thing I feel is his breath right below my right ear lobe. I barely flinch, but it’s enough to make him pause as he slightly squeezes my thigh.

“Is this okay?”, his voice deeper than I remember hearing it ever before. Inquisitive. Not demanding.

Stunned, I hesitantly nod, not thinking about the gentleman to my left. No longer concerned with the extravagant honey leather seat on which I sit.

Wait.

Is my ass getting hotter? The vibration certainly isn’t my current situation either.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I feel his moist, warm lips connect with my neck, soft yet firm. Powerful but cautious. His intention isn’t lost on me. He’s still asking for permission.

Absentmindedly I answer him, placing my right hand on the hip closest to my own, just above his belt. It’s alligator. Probably imported from Italy.

He WOULD have a thing for over-priced Italian accessories. Bastard.

He knows what that cue means, but apparently believes that my answer does not suffice.

He’s testing me. Lips leaving the right side of my neck.

What is he doing?

He’s repositioning himself. Oh, thank you Jesus. I thought he was going to stop. I feel his lips graze my own plump bottom one. Then the corner of my chin.

He’s dancing with me.

He moves from the right side of my neck, no longer leaning against the back of the seat.

He tilts his head slightly, lips crashing into the left side of my neck with intention.

Passion.

Tongue jutting out from in between his two hungry pillows, applying vise like pressure. He knows better than to leave a mark...

Moving his right hand casually onto the bare skin of right thigh, he inadvertently causes my left to close upon its counterpart. He doesn’t force it, his hand seemingly at home, merely a few inches from the apex of my now nervously clenched legs.

Oh God. I’m not wearing hose. My mother would wring my neck. Did I shave all the way up my thighs today? ADHD rearing its ugly head.

A weighted breath tumbled from inside-out as my head begins to curve against the headrest, exposing more of my neck for him. A muted chuckle escapes his mouth, from in between the teeth that are currently making their mark near my clavicle. As if on autopilot, my unoccupied hand goes to the thigh that faces it. I can feel the outline of his boxer briefs, but am far too timid to search any further for the moment. Hesitate I may, but I can’t (and won’t) turn back now.

I can’t.

He’s holding back. I’m not sure how to feel about this. There is no acknowledgement of the fact that his zipper is an inch and a half away from my tiny fingertips.

I wonder how big it would look in my hands?

Before I know it, my right hand, the one not nearing what my mouth wants to taste more than anything, makes its way to his abdomen.

Shit. I KNOW my hand is clammy. It’s always clammy.

His skin is warm.

Stomach is taut.

No ripples? Good.

I love to feel a little cushion caressing my fingers.

I feel him ever-so-softly jerk, his teeth letting go of my skin, only to gasp.

Is he embarrassed of his stomach? He definitely works out. So what if there’s no six pack? There was probably one in his younger days.

Wait. My hands!

He feels the moisture from my hands! Did I just gross him out? I’m ruining this, aren’t I?

The answer to my deer-in-headlights line of questioning comes in the form of him resuming the assault on my neck, except now he’s much more brutal.

Is he trying to draw blood?

For all intents and purposes, the gentleman to my right has made a meal of my neck…and by the way his hand moves under my skirt…away from his plotted course towards my center??? To my…

...no. NO! No.

I feel his hand go up on my left hip, stopping to admire the silk that adorns it. A wave of shame washes over every atom in my body.

He’s going to feel it. To feel them.

The marks of imperfection that tattoo the sides of my hips like “racing stripes on a Petit La Mans racecar.” Huffer. Jason Huffer. The love of my 10 years-younger-self had said that to me once. Out of all the hurt we caused each other over the 2 years we were together, that drunken statement hurt the most. Still does. I know he didn’t remember saying it. But he did. He said it. Jason Huffer said it once and let me forget it never.

He halts his exploration. Everywhere.

This is it. He must be repulsed. He’s not moving. Not biting. Not kissing. He must think that I’m so-

“_____, remind me to take you to La Perla” he coos into my ear in a dulcet tone. “Someone hasn’t been treating you right, have they, baby??”

Oh thank you, Jinsus.

Wait. Baby?

Did he just call me baby?

I barely know him.

Hmmm. Okay, I’ll play.

My left cheek caresses his right as my lip stain paints his earlobe. “Whatever you want, sir” falls from my cherry reds in a low, wanton whisper.

I feel his smile stretching against my neck.

Gotcha, he thinks.

As his hand under my skirt now starts to massage my belly, astonishingly, I start to feel more at ease, as if he’d just asked me to dinner. Or to go on vacation. But he hadn’t, had he. I know what this is. We’re in the back of an automobile, _______. A top-of-the-line automobile, but an automobile nonetheless.

Continuing his ministrations, he finds perch at the top of my Victoria’s Secret silkies, as his other hand has started to cup the underside of my right breast. Under the jacket, over the form-fitting-$98-on-sale-J.Crew-I’m-poorer-than-him-dress. My nipple isn’t quite erect, but it’s not so far away either.

“Oooh – da-“ leaves my mind, and possibly my lips, as I knock into the gentleman to my left. For fucks sake, that’s right, we’re not alone.

What is that guy doing?

Does he not notice what’s going on next to him?

Shit. He must notice. The gentleman to my left that is.

Motherfucker.

My arousal. He must notice it.

The only thing blocking him from it is my dark purple, well worn, bargain-bin mall store panties. He must be able to smell it. I know he can. How could he not?

I can fucking taste it. I’m flooding the seat. Am I flooding this seat?

As I’m coming to from a state of very warranted panic, I feel the gentleman to my right starting to return to his plotted course, under my panties.

Yes. YES! Oh, for all that is holy, YES!

Sweet relief, come to me. Just then, my ears start to pick up this…sound.

What is that sound?

The sound repeats itself, but I’m entranced, moaning as his hand squeezes the skin underneath it, just above my- he is close. So close to me. Almost to right above where my voluptuous thighs meet.

“Are you going to get that, baby?” he says in my ear, tone still soft and begging, the sound sending a direct hit to my currently clothed, punishingly soaking center.

A very warranted panic ensues, yet again. “It might be him. We don’t need any more problems now, do we, ______,” he calmly whispers, yet the dominance in his tone is not lost on me, nor is the hiss that comes from my throat.

Fuck me running.

Understandably frustrated, reaching for my phone as he continues harshly marking my neck, I’m now thinking about the obvious contradictory statement that he just made.

This has got to be out of some shitty fan fiction or something like that.

Dopamine flowing as if he had just spanked my ass and called me his good girl.

I'm coming undone...despite the odd timing.

As he continues his pilgrimage to the land of the lost (aka my vagina), I answer the phone, ignoring the caller ID like the sane person that I am. Obviously.

“Yes?!” I mutter abruptly.

“Hello, love, what are you doing right now?” the caller…whines? Whines.

Love?? Love. What does he mean ‘love’? He’s NEVER called me that before. Or anything of the sort.

“I’m on my way back now. Long day” is all I can muster.

Can he hear it in my voice? I’d say I’m a bad liar, but all that know me know better than that. Does he though? And am I? On my way back that is? Where am I? Jesus Christ.

“Umm, alright. I just haven’t seen you in a few days. I wasn’t trying to bother you. I – I just needed to hear your voice is all” he states as if he’d just lost his best friend, unsure of who he is trying to convince.

“It’s fine. I’ll be back soon” I low-key growl.

The gentleman to my right, who hasn’t slowed down from the battle scars he was producing on my neck, right under the aforementioned cellphone, lets out a gasp.

Fucking amazeballs.

Time freezes as the hand holding the said cellphone starts to shake a little.

Did he hear him gasp?

A long pause ensues. Fuck it. A long pause cuts the air like a knife.

“Sweetheart…are...” A deep, angry breath comes through the phone. “Are you with someone?”

Sweetheart?

What the hell? He comes over to my place, unannounced, at all hours of the morning a few times a month...only to use me as his fuck doll. Now it’s as if he’s got an invisible wedding band on my finger and is using a voice I’ve never heard before, calling me ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’?

I must admit, I’ve been wanting to hear those things from him for the past…forever now. Anything from him is a gift. Or at least it was.

“No, I’m not alone.”

The hands on my body stop, but they don’t move away. The gentleman on my right is waiting. Waiting for me to tell him.

To tell him that there is someone else. Someone better.

Someone that wants to use me as his fuck doll, every night and then wants to put me in the bathtub after a long night of playing in his dungeon. He wants to spoil me with aftercare and then wants to spoil with love, or at least the possibility of it.

Unbeknownst to me, the gentleman to my right has wanted me to tell him for some time. Wanting to take me away from the isolation of this one-sided…affair with my not-so-attentive paramour. In fact, the gentleman to my right, has wanted me for sometime.

I would never be able to comprehend why he would want some like me, even if he told me. Especially when he has any woman he wants. Often.

“You-_____....I, umm, need to see you” the man on the phone cries out.” When will you be back? Be home? To your place I mean? I’ve. I’ve missed you.”

“Soon, Tae” is all I say, turning the phone off before throwing it to the floor, only to return into the temporary embrace of the gentleman to my right.

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