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vampire-exgirlfriend · 23 days

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❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ - Jacelaena!

well i couldn't not do it

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x helaena tagaryen

rating: E

words: 3k

Helaena watched as he circled the long table, abandoning his chair at the opposite end. Though he did not possess the height of her younger brother, nor his uncle and grandsire, Jace still seemed to take up space with his mere presence. There was a surprising amount of strength in the determined set of his jaw, in the taut way he held his shoulders as he approached her, in the large hands curled into fists at his side.

She wondered, not for the first time, the sort of king he’d be if her father got his way, if her mother and grandsire’s plans for the future dissipated like smoke through a thurible. How would those curls look beneath the gold of Viserys’ crown? Would he buckle beneath the weight of all that iron that made up Aegon I’s crown? Which would he choose? Which would suit him? Would Baela wear the other?

‘They will be quite the pair,’ she could not help but acknowledge, though a flash of jealousy as hot as Dreamfyre’s flame flared through her at the notion. ‘Not like Aegon and I, bound only by duty and mother’s fears.’

Those large hands of his were no longer fists as he rested them on the arms of the chair she sat in, and his jaw slackened as he loomed over her, his nose nearly brushing against hers, their matching lavender eyes meeting in a near identical hooded gaze.

“Your fascination with me will be your death,” she said, arching up toward him, his shaky exhale ghosting over her face. She had no idea why she said it, though surely her mother would call for his head if they were caught, a replacement for the eye her desperate bid for justice could not procure. ‘Kiss me,’ she thought, despite logic and reason. ‘Kiss me so that I might remember, so that I might have this to hold on to when the cold night comes.’

His smile was not cruel like Aemond’s might have been, was not lopsided and weighed down by wine as Aegon’s was; it was altogether different, like the sun parting the smoke and fog that hung so heavily over Dragonstone. The dinner that night had been nothing short of a disaster and now Jace boasted a bruise that was already turning black around the edges, the ridge of his cheekbone slightly swollen where Aemond’s shove had sent him to the floor. She did not stop herself from reaching forward, from trailing her fingertips over the discoloration that marred his skin. When he did not flinch, Helaena pressed harder - just the barest pressure against his face to see if he would wince.

He smiled once more and nuzzled against her hand. “Then I will gladly meet my maker.” That was all the warning she got before he pressed his mouth to hers, capturing whatever response sat on the tip of her tongue. He did not kiss like he danced. Where that moment had been light, full of a distracting sort of buoyancy, this was heavier, firmer, more intense. A hand came to cradle the back of her head as he leaned into her, bowing her back as her own hands came to rest against his chest, fingers curling into his doublet. She wanted to tear it from his body, to rake hands like claws over the skin of his chest, to leave marks that would remind him after he had gone that she had been there.

“Why?” The word was more an exhale than a true question, and he did not answer immediately, instead gathering her into his arms and pulling her to her feet. She felt pliant beneath his touch, a feeling almost wholly unfamiliar to her as he set her on the edge of the great table that had been the centerpiece to the evening’s earlier charade. Nudging her knees apart to step between them, Jace raised his hands to cup her jaw, sliding his tongue along her lower lip.

“Why what?” he asked, his voice faraway though he stood so close, the lengths of their chests and torsos pressed tightly together; one could not draw breath without the other feeling it, a push and pull of their lungs with each inhale and exhale.

Helaena broke away to pepper kisses to his jaw and neck, her teeth finding purchase in nipping little bites that made him shudder. “Why are you doing this?” She knew why she was doing this, but why would he take such a risk? She knew how men were, how he would likely be able to escape back to Dragonstone relatively unscathed by accusations of adultery, facing only the impotent rage of her mother and the apathy of her father. Though she could hardly imagine that he would simply abandon her to whatever fate awaited them should they be caught. No, Jace did not strike her as the type; her fate would be his own.

“I…I look at you and I can't breathe.” He kissed her temple, his hands grasping at her hips, his fingertips digging in in a way she hadn't realized she craved. “Your laughter is so rare and it is the only sound I want to hear.” He kissed the shell of her ear, warm breath fluttering at her hair. “When I look at you all I can think of is each and every way I would make you mine.” He kissed her on the mouth and again her fingers ached to claw beneath his skin to hold him even closer to her. She licked into his mouth and blinked back the burn at the edges of her eyes. “Do you remember when the scorpion stung me and my attempt at bravery failed and I could not help but cry out?”

Helaena nodded, smiling against his lips.

Reaching forward, she brought his hand closer to her face, running a finger over the small red scar where the maester had excised the wound to release the poison. She pressed a kiss to the mark, and more to his knuckles before wrapping her lips around his thumb, her tongue curling around the tip. This time Jace did not cry out. Instead, he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against hers. His free hand tangled in her hair, suddenly jerking her back with more force than she expected. But he swallowed her sound of surprise, his teeth catching on her lower lip. Helaena moaned, yanking at the front of his doublet, no care for the way the little buttons that held it closed scattered around her on the table. His skin was so warm beneath the thin linen of his undershirt and she shoved her hands beneath it, finally feeling the hard muscle that lay over his stomach.

Jace made a low noise somewhere low in his throat and the sound reminded her of ones she had heard in the depths of the dragon pit, the timbre of it settling low in her belly as he yanked at her skirts.

“Helaena.”

It was so simple. Just her name, a name she had not given much thought to except for that it was hers. But on his tongue it sounded like a name revered and she wanted more. She licked a stripe up his neck, savoring the taste of him and the feeling of gooseflesh rising beneath her tongue before sinking her teeth in like the dragon she sometimes was in her dreams. Trembling fingers found her bare of her small clothes and his whine was a choked thing.

“Where are -.”

She cut him off with a shrug. “They're cumbersome and I do not like the feeling.”

Jace growled at that and sucked a biting bruise against her shoulder. But then he was standing, backing away before extending a hand and pulling her to her feet. Her brows drew together, confusion settling uncomfortably over her skin, the feeling of rejection like pins and needles over all her sensitive parts. He chased it away before it could truly take form with another kiss, turning and backing her into the shadows. Helaena grinned as her back hit the wall beside the window, just out of view from the door, and it was her turn to tangle her fingers in his dark curls, like ink against her pale skin.

He dragged his nose over the curve of her cheek, goosebumps left in its wake, and she sighed at the feeling. So few things came with a sense of rightness for her, and Helaena basked in the utter calm that descended upon her with his hands grasping tightly at her waist. As children, Jace had always been her favorite companion, the small joy they found in one another’s company enough to keep the rising tension and fear of their mothers at bay. She found this joy once more here, now, standing in the dark with him, and her heart ached with it.

“I would do this differently,” he breathed against her ear, his tongue tracing the outline and sending butterflies blooming in her belly. “I would lay you out over my bed at Dragonstone and take my time with you.” His hand fisted in her skirts, dragging them once again over her legs. “I would keep you there for days and feast on you.” For a moment, she wondered just how many feasts her nephew had partaken in, but his lips against her neck chased the thought away. “I would keep you spoiled in the tribute you deserve. I would kiss you until you were breathless. I would take you until you were ruined for anyone else.” His hand found the juncture of her thighs and Helaena dropped her head against the stone wall, the radiating ache of the impact grounding her in the moment when she feared she would simply break apart and float away.

She reached up and traced a finger over his top lip, enamored by the way he held his mouth just so. His tongue flicked out, licking the salt from her skin as he gently drew her finger between his teeth. His own hand nudged inside of her, his hips forward to press against her belly. She groaned at the feeling, grinding herself down against him as he watched, his lavender eyes darting over her shadowed face as he memorized each flutter and sigh and fleeting expression.

Tucking her fingers under his waistband, Helaena pulled him forward, relishing his huff of surprise as he crashed against her chest.

"Kiss me," she demanded. It was a whisper in the dark, a soft command, and she gasped when a second finger joined his first. His mouth found hers and she wasted no time tugging open the ties at the front of his pants, reaching in and taking him in hand. He throbbed in her palm, long and just thick enough.

He moaned her name as she stroked him, his forehead coming to rest against hers once more. She bucked against his hand, his slender fingers making her dizzy with a new sort of need. That first peak snuck up on her, quick and sharp and snapping through her very bones with a soft pant of his name.

He kissed her through it, biting down on her bottom lip as she swiped her thumb over the bead of precum that leaked from his tip. “I want you for longer than this night, Helaena.”

The words came sharply into focus as the aftershocks of her pleasure still danced over her skin. She pushed the hair from his face with both hands. “Yes,” she answered, and suddenly it seemed so clear that she would go with him anywhere, that if she was to look over her shoulder, she would find him following her, a shadow at her back, and she had never felt safer, even as the danger of their current position lingered over them. “I want you for longer than this night.”

It was then that he hitched her leg over his hip and pushed inside, so slowly she thought she might scream as she stretched around him. She cried out at the feeling of fullness and Jace clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

“I want nothing more than to hear you, but you must be quiet.” His voice was ragged in the shadows, pulling her apart at the seams.

Helaena leaned forward, her lips at his ear. “I cannot help it,” she whispered, her fingers digging in sharply where she held his shoulders. “Jace, I -.”

He kissed her, swallowing down the words as he began to thrust in earnest, slow, long drags of his length within her, and that heat in her belly began to build once more, flame licking at her limbs and through her veins. She dropped her hands to curl against his stomach, the muscles jumping beneath her fingers, and he moaned against her neck, burying his face in her hair to stifle the sound.

“Hel.” It was just a soft breath against her throat before he bit down, his tongue soothing what she hoped would be a mark come morning. Let him brand her, let him claim her, and maybe, just maybe, let him take her away from here. They could figure out the rest, she knew that, her thoughts and plans typically neatly organized and easy to execute. They needn’t go to Dragonstone, needn’t set themselves down on either side of the war that it seemed only she could see coming; they could take her children and flee to Pentos or Lys or even Myr on the backs of their dragons and be free of the dreams that haunted her, dreams of centipedes and flame and eyeless boys taking to the skies. Let her be free of everything but him.

But Jace would never leave his mother, not when it was all so precarious, not when she hid to lick her wounds at Dragonstone, her family growing ever happier as Helaena’s own grew brittle under the strain. Could she truly leave her brother’s behind? Her mother? Even as Alicent’s hands grew talons to keep her children near, tearing at their skin and clothes, Helaena could not imagine leaving her.

Jace clutched tightly at her thigh and she raked her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, meeting his mouth with her own and falling back into the moment. His other hand cradled her jaw and she leaned into the touch, gripping roughly at his curls. He whimpered at that, a sound she had not expected, and now she wanted to bottle it and keep it near forever. Stepping back, he shuddered and Helaena blinked up at him, her mouth parting to question him through the haze of her impending release.

“I can’t - We must be careful.”

She took his meaning and discarded it, pulling his head back by his hair and baring his throat to her. Licking up the column of his throat, she whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

His mouth parted and he panted her name. “Please, I - Helaena.” Hips stuttering, she felt him lose his pace, his movements becoming erratic as he found his end within her. She felt that too, hot and wet in a way that would normally bother her, but here and now she could not be upset by it, too content to hold him close as he trembled in her arms, his forehead coming to rest where her neck and shoulder met. She tumbled over after him, her body falling apart over those last deep thrusts. His breath came in damp puffs of air and slowly, so slowly, he came back to himself, a shy boy once more. “I don’t know what to say.”

She panted and lowered her leg back to the ground, needing to stand on her own two feet. Sliding a hand over his mouth, her grin grew mischievous. “Then say nothing.” Their matching eyes met and she memorized the deeper fleck of violet that sparked in them like shooting stars. She memorized the curve of his nose and the bow of his pouting mouth. Dropping her hand to his chest, she pushed him back a step. “I will find you on the morrow, Jacaerys.”

He shook his head, grazing his nose against hers, his hands grasping possessively at her hips. “You heard my mother, we leave tonight for Dragonstone.”

Helaena ignored the crack that began to splinter in her chest. “Then I will find you in your dreams.”

—

It was still dark when stone ground against stone and Helaena was roused from sleep. Jace bled through the shadows of her room, his face coming into perfect clarity before her blurry eyes. He was speaking but she did not follow, did not catch the words that spilled forth from him.

“Helaena!”

She blinked at the bark of her name, drawing back. “What?”

“Come with me. Come with me to Dragonstone and find happiness - find it with me.” His mouth opened and closed as he searched for the words he wanted to say to convince her. Her stomach felt filled with moths, fluttering and flying and trying to choke her. She could not leave, could she? Run off like some thief in the night, leave her husband and her children.

“My children…” She say their faces then, so small and trusting, eyes the same shade as Aegon’s.

He smiled then and her heart ached for a new reason as she reached forward to trace the line of his cheek. “Wake them. Bring them. I would never think to part you from them.”

She drew her hand back, something black and oily replacing the moths in her belly as years and years of warnings reverberated through her skull, her mother’s voice like smoke between her ears. “Rhaenyra…”

“My mother will not harm you. She will not harm your children. Helaena, please. Trust me. Let me protect you.” He kissed her too hard then, their teeth clacking together before he eased off and peppered his lips against her cheeks, her eyes. “Let me love you, let us have more than this night.”

‘If you don’t go now, you will never go, and you will regret it always,’ a voice in the back of her mind said softly, timidly, as if used to being snuffed out in the harsh light of logic and danger. A long moment passed, visions of each imagined future playing behind her eyes as she struggled to keep up, to make sense of any of it. Through it all though, she saw Jacaerys, saw his eyes like twilight staring back at her. Nodding, she sat up. “Yes. Yes, alright.”

Jace pushed himself from the bed, his smile so beautiful as to break her heart. He held out a hand and for a long moment Helaena could only look at it.

Finally, she rose, taking the hand offered to her.

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tiny-pretty-sana · 5 months

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i will take good care of you | mina x chaeyoung

pairing: mina x chaeyoung genre: fluff warning/tags: au, stablished relationship, domestic girlfriends w/c: 3.1 k a/n: i’m back with more fluff but i promise you i’m trying new things. sorry in advance for the mistakes you might find because english is not my first language but especially because it’s 7 am and i haven’t slept ໒꒰ྀ��っ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১. i’m still surprised by the response the first thing i’ve ever posted got, so i’ll be happy if this one receives half as much love as that one did. feel free to leave any comments, feedback, suggestions or requests 🤍

After Chaeyoung hadn't stopped sneezing and blowing her nose since she arrived soaking wet from the rain the previous afternoon, they decided that canceling their Sunday date would be the best option. Their visit to the botanical park has now been replaced by a day at home watching movies. The exam period is coming, so it was reasonable to make Chaeyoung stay at home so she doesn’t get worse. It takes them some time to decide, as the younger one felt guilty because they had already bought tickets, but Mina manages to convince her girlfriend to stay on the couch with a blanket, tea and a box of tissues beside her while she goes out to buy medicine, her favorite snacks and some ingredients to make miso soup.

"I'll take good care of you" is the last thing she says before kissing Chaeyoung’s lips and leaving the apartment.

She would be lying if she said she isn’t surprised to see that when she's back in their apartment, her girlfriend is still in the same place where she left her half an hour ago, only now she has a book in her hand instead of the mug of tea that now sits empty on the living room table. As Chaeyoung focuses on her book, she places everything she got in the kitchen and grabs her Nintendo to continue building and decorating her Animal Crossing island on the other side of the couch. Moments like this are the favorites for both of them, they just need each other's company as they spend time enjoying their hobbies in a comfortable silence.

They are both introverts who enjoy spending time at home playing video games, reading, drawing,writing, assembling Lego sets or watching movies. It's something they've always enjoyed separately, and since Chaeyoung accepted Mina's proposal to move into her apartment, it's become something they do together. Now, across the room, across the couch or using the other Nintendo Switch controller, they have someone with whom they share playful glances, smiles, exchange thoughts, talk about their days at work or college, about lives or share their problems. In moments like these, they just need to feel each other's presence. For them to be in silence doing their own thing while intertwining their legs under the blanket doesn't feel much different from a date outside in a nice place.

It's these things that make Mina wonder if they'll always feel this way or if it's a passing thing that will end when she gets used to living with Chae. Meanwhile, on the other side of the couch, Chaeyoung underlines the sentences in the book that remind her of Mina and thinks that she stay in this moment all her life without ever getting tired of seeing Mina in front of her focus on her videogames with the tip of her tongue sticking out, concentrating on the game, just like she does when she cooks a new recipe or when she prepares some presentation for work.

An hour later, Chae puts the book away, takes off her glasses and holds the bridge of her nose with two fingers "I can't focus, I have a headache" she complains, making Mina sit up immediately "Let me get you a glass of water so you can take a painkiller". Chaeyoung gestures for her to get back to sit with her. "Don't worry, I think I just need to get some sleep" she says as her girlfriend looks at her with a doubtful face "I promise I'll take it if my headache doesn't go away" she replies, earning an indulgent smile from Mina.

As soon as her girlfriend falls asleep on the couch she goes to the kitchen to make some miso soup, lunch for both of them and looks up movie recommendations on her phone while waiting for the water to start boiling. And of course, tea is a must.

It seems that sleep was good for Chae because when she wakes up, she seems to be in a better mood and even a bit more talkative, so they spend lunch talking about what movie they should watch. When they’re done, Mina takes care of clearing the table and cleaning the dishes despite Chaeyoung's refusal when her girlfriend tells her to brush her teeth and go back to the couch.

"Mina-chan!" she whines. "It's just a cold, don't treat me like I'm dying. Let me help you."

"Your exams are coming up and you and I both know that if you get sick now, you'll only be more anxious because you won't be able to do as much as you'd like. At least one of us has to be responsible" Mina says, giving her a scolding look, and Chaeyoung has no choice but to nod her head and follow her directions.

Mina doesn't have to explain herself for her girlfriend to get the message since the cold is due more to Chaeyoung being careless than to the sudden rain of the previous day. In the morning, when the gray clouds covered the Seoul sky and didn't let even a ray of sunshine show, they both commented that good rains were on the way and they hoped that at least it wouldn't be so heavy as to spoil their Sunday date. Exactly that date in which both should now be holding hands, smelling the fragrance of the flowers and taking a thousand photos and maybe, in the case of the art student, doing some sketches or drawings. And despite this, and despite Mina's recommendations, Chaeyoung decided to go out without an umbrella, arguing that her new raincoat would be more than enough and that, unlike the umbrella, it would not ruin her outfit. But in case that hadn’t been enough, for when she arrived completely wet down to her socks and even clothes under her raincoat when Mina reprimanded her for not having listened to her, the younger girl explained that in fact it wasn’t because she wasn’t carrying an umbrella but because she, Dahyun and Tzuyu decided to run and dance in the rain when they left the library after an intense studying session.

Knowing that her girlfriend's two best friends were involved, she wasn’t surprised by what happened. Separately, Tzuyu and Chaeyoung are quite quiet, introverted and they rather go unnoticed, but if they get together with Dahyun nothing good can happen. Apparently in one of their classes this week, a teacher lectured them about youth, art and living life, which inspired them enough for them to spend at least an hour in the rain several days later in the middle of a storm.

Considering what happened, she wasn't going to take Mina's point away, but that's not going to stop her from complaining. "Oh come on, it's a silly cold" she snorts and before she can continue speaking, she sneezes so hard that her glasses fall off. "Okay, but don't take long" she relents.

When the dishes are clean, dry and in place, Mina returns to her side of the couch and gets ready to watch the movie, but she doesn't put it on, so she looks away from the TV and when she turns her head, she meets the huge expressive eyes of her girlfriend, who looks at her like a like a kicked puppy. She laughs softly and shifts her posture to lie down behind her and be the big spoon. It’s then when her girlfriend considers pressing the play button.

Only ten minutes pass until Chaeyoung says "The movie was recommended by Nayeon-unnie, it's probably good. I didn't know she studied film in college" she says, to which Mina simply hums as she concentrates on what the characters are saying and what the subtitles say, as there are parts in Japanese that she doesn't want her girlfriend to miss. Occasionally, Mina whispers in her ear some of the lines or words that she feels are oversimplified in the subtitles, but it's still Chae who keeps talking the whole time. She describes what happened in the scene as if they weren't watching the same thing, comments on how neat the costumes are, talks about how beautiful she thinks the composition is, suddenly switches to the Japanese occupation in which the story is set, asks about something she doesn't have time to read, laughs when she realizes that just like the protagonists, one of them is Korean and the other one is Japanese, she then clarifies that in this case it is the Korean who has to learn Japanese... and Mina starts to be slightly annoyed.

She’s a person who enjoys silence and is easily overwhelmed by too much noise or loud voices, like when they get together with their other seven friends and there are a lot of conversations going on at the same time. She knows it's something she needs to keep working on, but if anything, a red line for her is people talking while watching series or movies. Just like her beloved girlfriend is doing right now, who doesn't seem to pick up on the little interest her rambling receives, being answered only with monosyllables, short sentences and humming. They have been watching the movie for a while now and she’s squirming in her seat because of the discomfort and her urge to say or do something about it. her urge to get it over with is interrupted when she remembers that the girl in her arms is sick and what she needs right now is more care, the least she can do is listen to her thoughts and concerns. Even if she has decided to share them right while they are watching a movie in each other's arms.

Just when the scene in which the protagonists share a moment of intimacy comes and takes Mina's breath away, Chaeyoung speaks and it takes all of Mina’s will to restrain herself and take a deep breath until she hears what her girlfriend has to say now. "Mina-chan, don't move away; it's cold."

And that's when Mina puts all the pieces together and moves her hand to her girlfriend's forehead. As expected, it's quite warm compared to hers and then she leans down to place her lips on her girlfriend's forehead, who without quite knowing what Mina's intentions are, smiles in anticipation of a kiss on her forehead. "Baby, you have a fever" she says softly. "Pause the movie. I'll get the thermometer and some medicine." That's certainly not what Chae, who now had her eyes closed ready to receive the next kiss on her lips, expected to hear. Mina can't help but laugh at the sight before her, but she quickly gets up to get everything she needs from the kitchen and bathroom. After a year of dating her, she should know better.

Luckily, there haven't been many times when one has had to take care of the other while they were sick, but enough times that Mina knows that Chaeyoung starts talking non-stop when her fever starts to rise. It's something that will always make her giggle, it's an odd trait that she finds adorable. "Was I talking that much?" Chae aks to her girlfriend, realizing what's going on, to which Mina nods and chuckles. "I was about to lose it" admits the older one, making her girlfriend blush. "Sorry, I didn't realize" she apologizes and Mina shakes her head as she gets up to grab the thermometer and a couple of other things.

"Here" she says as she returns with the thermometer the box of pills, a sachet of vitamins and a glass of water. "You should uncover for a while, Chaeyoungnie" she says, using a soft voice as she tries to take the blanket she is wrapped in, but her girlfriend grabs it and looks at her with a pout "But I'm so cold". Mina laughs softly "Yesterday you didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, come on, let’s get the thermometer on you".

Mina wasn't mistaken, the thermometer after five minutes reads 39°C, and the first thing she does is pull the blanket aside this time for real and go get a towel. After taking the medicine, they play the movie back on and now that Chae is starting to feel worse, it’s no longer being interrupted by her ramblings, but by all the times Mina has to get up from the couch to re-wet the towel, until she checks her temperature again and it has dropped a few tenths of a degree. Before the movie is over, Chaeyoung falls asleep. She has replaced the blankets with her girlfriend and now is curled up resting her head in the crook of her neck, she warms her hands under the older one's t-shirt and has one of her legs between hers. Mina, now unable to move and not knowing where the remote is, ends up watching the movie alone until the last word of the credits because she finds it impossible to wake her girlfriend when she is sleeping peacefully in her arms.

Fifteen minutes have passed — maybe thirty or an hour — at this point she doesn't even know and she decides it's time to go to bed. She carefully separates her body from her girlfriend's and whispers sweet nothings, trying to wake her up. "Chaeyoungnie, let's go to bed" she whispers for the tenth time and this time she finally gets a "Hmm?" but nothing else, so she decides to take charge of the situation and gets up to pick up her girlfriend until she sees the restrained smile on her face that ends up giving her away. "You're awake! Come on, let's go to bed." Chaeyoung shakes her head and uses her sick privilege, and those eyes with which she gets anything from Mina, and asks her to carry her to their bed.

It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep, but at some ungodly hour of the night, the younger one doesn't stop moving and shivering, thus waking up the older one. Still asleep, with her eyes half open and the dim light coming through the window, she gropes her girlfriend's forehead to check her temperature and when she notices the hairs of her bangs soaked in sweat, she sits up right away and looks again for the thermometer and the towel. This time it reaches 40°C so she immediately uncovers her and places the towel on her forehead, also cooling her face and neck down making her shiver and whimper. "Mina-chan?" she asks with her eyes closed as she doesn’t have enough energy to open them. "I'm here. Your fever is up again, but don't worry. Try to sleep; I'll take care of you" she reassures her and when she sees her weakly nod her head, she caresses her face gently and runs her fingers through Chaeyoung's sweaty hair.

That's how she spent the rest of the night, cuddling her girlfriend, wetting the towel with cold water from time to time and checking the temperature, which didn’t drop below 38ºC all night long. Between one thing and another, she has had time to drink two coffees and has taken the laptop to get ahead of work, knowing that it is best to spend the day with her in case she has to take her to the doctor. When dawn breaks, Mina writes an email to her company informing them she won’t be able to attend work today, she presses enter and listens to the beep of the thermometer, checking that the temperature has finally dropped. She places the laptop on her bedside table, takes off her glasses, deactivates the alarm on her phone and finally lets herself fall asleep.

The sun finishes rising, illuminating the entire room, this time it is Chaeyoung who wakes up. Beside her, she finds her girlfriend with noticeable bags under her eyes, her glasses and laptop beside her just like when she suffers from insomnia. This time, she’s also holding the towel with which she has been using on her forehead all night long. Although the image melts Chaeyoung's heart, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought that her girlfriend has had to spend the night awake taking care of her because of her poor choices. Soon, the guilt is replaced by the warmth she feels in her chest as she looks at her girlfriend, thinking how grateful and loved she is. After a year together, she still finds it hard to believe that a person like Mina is in love. And not only in love but willing to love her even more with the hairs of her bangs sticking to her forehead from the cold sweat of fever, or like that time when, after finishing her sculpture project, she suffered a contracture and had to help her bathe for five days, or when she drank so much with her unnies that she spent half the night vomiting with her head stuck in the toilet while Mina held her hair and just like today, she then prepared miso soup for her on each of those occasions. According to her, it works to cure everything.

With a smile on her lips, she carefully strokes Mina's hair and covers her with the blanket as she feels her cold skin making her wake up. "Take the medicine. I'll make you some breakfast in a little while, give me five minutes" she hears her say in her newly awake voice. And, unlike the day before, Chae accepts the offer as she feels she doesn't have enough strength to stand for more than five minutes.

True to her word, in less than fifteen minutes, Mina enters the room with a bowl of miso soup. "Thank you, Mina-chan" she says as she picks it up and places it on the nightstand to cool down a bit. "No problem. I made it yesterday, I just warmed it up" she shrugs as the other shakes her head. "It's not about the soup, it's about everything. Thank you for taking care of me and loving me so well. I love you" she clarifies, earning a smile from the girl in front of her. One of those gummy smiles that makes her eyes practically disappear. She says nothing, simply caresses her cheek and reaches up, seeking a kiss from her girlfriend, who, instead of joining her lips with her whispers "You're going to get sick" by way of warning, a warning they are both willing to ignore. "That's not going to stop me. I can't think of a better plan than spending anothers day at home with you instead of going to work. Besides, what was that thing your teacher said for you to end up in the rain... Live, feel, eat, love, laugh, travel and kiss without thinking about tomorrow?" She teases her girlfriend again about the rain incident and Chaeyoung nods her head before kissing Mina. "I guess I'll have to take good care of you" she whispers against her lips.

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beary-rambles · 1 year

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Flowers | The Series | Chapter Five | The Opening Feast

Summary | The opening feast is a wonderful event, though you are feeling a little miserable, a certain person helps make the event a little more bearable.

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Happy family (house dunn), not proofread

Word count | 2k

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The vigorous shaking of your body wakes you as you see your mother and a handmaiden standing over you, “Enough napping it's time to get ready.” You groan as your mother rips the blanket off of you, “Up. now.” You sit up reluctantly, “I'm up.” She rolls her eyes, “barely, please get her in the bath and make her presentable.” The handmaiden nods as your mother leaves, clearly not herself though you do not wish to ask as to not disturb her.

You turn to the maiden and get off the bed to follow her and watch as she draws the bath, “What is your name?” She freezes and turns to you in confusion, “Is there something wrong?” She immediately turns back to watch what she was doing, “No my lady, I was simply surprised by your question.” Now it is your turn to be confused, “Why is that?” “Well no one asked me for my name before.” You can only stare at her in confusion, “I'm only a handmaiden..” “And that makes you any less human? you still have not answered my question.” As she finishes up she turns to you and smiles, “Belle.” “a pretty name for a lovely lady.” She now has a wide grin, dimples on display, “You're much too kind my lady.” She helps you undress and into the bath.

You two begin to engage in conversation, “You shouldnt concern yourself with a handmaiden my lady.” she tries, “nonsense tell me about yourself.” Which leads you to now as she is putting the finishing touches on your dress you two continue to talk as your mother enters and eye’s you. “Very nice.” The maiden smiles and nods and goes to leave, “I hope you have fun my lady.” “Thank you belle, i hope we can chat again soon.” She nods and leaves.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and admire your gown, you hope the prince will like it despite the fact that you shouldn't, you will not speak to him anymore. You cannot, there's no point. You begin to murmur to yourself and your mother comes cover and places her hands on your shoulders and admires you in the mirror. “You look very beautiful.” “Thank you mother.” “I heard you were walking around the garden with the prince this afternoon.” Your eyes widened in shock, how had she heard about that, had she seen you two. “Im sorry mother-” “There's nothing to apologize for, However i hope you do not set your dreams to high my dear. I only wish to see you happy and i fear if you dream to big the bigger the crash will be when it does not come true.” You sigh and nod, “I know mother, but it is hard to say no to the prince.” “Of course he is the prince.”

You roll your eyes as your mother smiles, “Dragons set things ablaze. I simply do not wish for you to be caught in the fire.” You smile at her, “I know mother.” She sighs as she spins you around to face her, “You know you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger.” You groan as she glares, “what-” “How many times are you going to tell me this?” You laugh as she hits your arm. “That is no way to speak to your mother.” You laugh harder and she can't help but join you. Your father walks in his hair slightly a mess and his clothes a little wonky but you don't comment as he smiles at the two of you. “Now what about you two laughing?” Your mother shakes her head, a light smile on her face, “Ladies secret.” “You wouldn't get it.” “ah of course of course, well would my two lovely ladies like me to escort you to the main hall for dinner?”

You giggle as you grab his arm and your mother on the other one, “You should fix your hair before we enter father.” His eyes widen in shock as your mother laughs and he moves to fix it, He purposefully makes it worse before turning to you, “hows that?” You laugh and shake your head, “Perfect.” “You rascal.” he taps your arms and smiles. Your mother clicks her teeth and moves to fix it for him, “You old fool.” He gives her a more gentle smile and thanks her softly as she shakes her head. “Now lets go before we are late.” She moves ahead of the two of you and you grab your fathers arm. “Lets hurry now or else well awake the beast.” “the beast is already awake now move!” you two laugh and hurry after her.

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The main hall somehow looks bigger than this morning, Long and large tables fill the sides of the room “wow.” you three can only look in wonder before quickly moving to your table. All the way in the back of course with little to no view of the main table in the front of the iron throne where the royal family would be seated. “Well this is nice.” You shake your head at your father as he contently sips on his wine. Your mother glances all over the room before he turns to you with a look you don't like, “oh no.” She glares at her husband as she turns back to you, “There's many people I would like to introduce to you tonight.” You groan and look at your father who avoids eye contact.

“Mother-” “There's Ser Marq Ambrose of house Ambrose, There's Joffery Arryn of House Arryn and-” “Take a deep breathe dear.” She glares at her husband, “I am simply trying to secure her a match as should you-” “And it shall happen my dear so relax, how do you know i have not been putting in work as well.” She narrows her eyes, “And what could you have possibly done?” Before he could answer when the royal family arrives, everyone stands as the announcer reads off a long list of names and titles but all you can do is admire the prince. He has a gentle smile on his face and he spots you and it grows. You quickly avert your eyes and turn your head the other way. As the royal family sit, Rhaenyra remains standing to address the crowd.

“I would like to start off by thanking each and every single one of you for attending tonight-” Her speech drones on as you stare at your feet wishing the ground would swallow you whole, your happy moments with your family made you forget where you are and you are suddenly reminded that you are surrounded by people who are willing to do anything to get what they want.”I’d like to raise a glass to Prince Jacaerys.” Everyone, including yourself raises a glass, “To Prince Jacaerys!” The crowd cheers as many people down their glasses, “Now let us eat!”

Hundreds of plates begin to get served and many begin to eat. As you all sit back down your mother is staring at her husband expectantly, “What?” “You never answered my question.” “What question- oh.” A smirk dawns his face as he shakes his head and turns to you, “Some Things a father has to keep to himself.” You laugh and shake your head while your mother glares. He shrugs at her and smiles at the man bringing him his plate. You three begin to eat and you try hard not to take glances up at jacaerys.

Many people begin to dance and your mother pushes you towards the dance floor, “There will be many lords down there, now go dance!” You stand at the sidelines and watch as many people dance waiting for the current song to be over when you feel someone standing at your side. “You must think you’re so special huh.” You roll your eyes and turn to see, “Cassandra baratheon, Hello.” She glares at you, “Stay away from him.” You tilt your head at her, “Now why should I do that?” She crosses her arms and gets closer to you staring at you, “You have no chance, No one cares that he gave you the time of day once, he’ll soon forget you and end up with someone who actually matters. Not you. What even is house dunn anyway?” She scoffs and walks away from you.

You don't look at her retreating form as a wave of sadness crashes into you for what must be the tenth time today. You shake it off of you as the next song begins and you are asked to dance by one of the men your mother had said, Marq was his name? You can't remember. It's a switch partners dance and suddenly you are being moved to all sorts of different men. Lost in the moment you barely register the man standing in front of you, “My lady.” He smiles at you as he's done all day but you can barely look at him and look down at your feet instead. “My prince.” Thankfully your time with him is short and you are soon swaying away not noticing the sad look on his face.

After the dance is done you return to your family and sit, “are you alright sweetheart?” you sigh, “I'm just not feeling well-.” “What did that girl say to you?” you turn to your father who has an angry look on his face, “what do you-” “You've had a sad look on your face since you spoke with her what did she say?” “Dear-” “Nothing untrue is all.” You pick up the glass of wine and drink it as your father shakes his head. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, even your family is beginning to notice, “I wish to go mingle.” Your mother looks at you in shock, “You said there are lords to meet no? Let us go meet them.”

Your mother gives you a look you cannot recognize before standing and walking towards you, she whispers something in her husband's ear and he nods and walks off. You begin to regret your decision as she drags you around the room introducing you to numerous men. There is one however that stands out. “And I am Joffery Arryn, my lady.” You smile as he kisses your hand, “My mother, jeyne arryn.” The older lady smiles at you as you greet her. “You look wonderful tonight my lady.” You’re face heats, he is a very attractive clearly resembling his mother, “You are too kind ser.” He shakes his head and smiles, “I am most certainly not, you are the most gorgeous woman in the room, I simply state the truth.” You shake your head in disbelief, “and you are very attractive yourself ser.” He laughs, “Now you are the one being too kind my lady.”

The two of you continuing the talk. He a very pleasant man you enjoy conversing with, and time slips away from you without you noticing as you enjoy your time with ser joffrey so much. Something else that slips your mind is the stare of a certain prince from across the room. As the night grows later you grow tired and bid the arryns a goodnight with the promise to speak again tomorrow. You mother walks you to bed with a pleased look on her face and you do not see your father again for the rest of the night. You walk into your room and are greeted by belle.

“Hello belle.” “Hello my lady i hope your evening went well.’ You smile, “It did.” as she begins to remove your evening wear you notice a curious red rose has been laid on top of your bed. “Was that rose always there?” She turns to it and tilts her head, “I do not know my lady.” she gets you ready for the night and leaves.

You walk to the bed and eye the rose. Picking it up you notice it has been dethroned, poorly of course, there's one or two thorns but you cant be bothered by it as you admire it. Who would bring you this if it was not always here? You think long and hard, not being able to put a finger, “When you give someone a singular red rose it resembles giving them your heart.” Your earlier words ring around your head as your face burns.

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taff-ebrum · 6 days

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Taff Ebrum - The (almost) 20 year old Kirby OC

You did, in fact, read the title correctly! While Taff's real age may not be twenty, it's been almost twenty years since she was created. She was the first OC I ever created for ANYTHING. Her existence sparked my journey as a storyteller.

Let me start from the beginning.

Taff's creation:

It's December 2006 (I think). A younger me is sitting on the carpeted floor of my living room, it's in the middle of the afternoon, and Mom and I just got back from shopping at Walmart. I had turned on one of the episodes of Kirby: Right Back at Ya! that the DVR had recorded.

The episode playing was Masher 2.0. (which was my introduction to Knuckle Joe) I didn't fully understand what was going on in the episode, so I paid attention to the characters I had attachment to. Tiff and Kirby.

I must have tilted my head a bit, because I heard a light jingle on top of my head. I had deer antlers on, which my Mom had picked up for me at the store. I looked back at the screen.

It was this exact frame that the idea popped into my head. The jingle of the bells stuck with me. Younger me thought back to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which had stuck with me. I pictured a small little deer at Tiff's side, maybe helping her bring the tray in.

That's when the idea of Taff was born. A small little pet deer. This was, of course, absolutely not a projection of what pet I may have wanted at the time...

...Okay, well, maybe I did want a pet deer, but that's beside the point.

Younger me lost track of the rest of the episode after that, as I got lost into my own world. I pictured different scenarios where the deer could be interacting with Tiff and the other characters. I played some more of the episodes with this thought in mind.

Then, shortly after, I changed the idea around in my head. What if, instead of a deer character, Tiff had an older sister figure? I adored Meta Knight as a child, so I pictured this older sister fighting the monsters that appeared in Cappytown. That's the idea that stuck.

Early life & concepts

To those who may be on the older side, like me, you may remember an OC named "Petunia Ebrum". That was Taff's original name. At first, she didn't have much of a personality outside of "fight bad guy, love little siblings". But that didn't stop me from asking any fanfic author in the early 2000s to include her in their fics. :'D

No one ever did, if you're wondering!

So I decided to do it myself! I made my own fanfiction.net account and began publishing stories. Most of them stayed in my drafts, but some were lucky enough to make it out into the world. Unfortunately, I don't believe any of these stories still exist, as I deleted my fanfiction.net account after my mother discovered I had one. (I was not supposed to be online, you see.)

Unfortunately, I don't recall much of Petunia's early personality. I think I copied what other people were doing for their OCs personalities and placed that into her. Her personality kind of varied, heavily depended on what kind of story I was writing her for. She wouldn't truly become her own individual until 2011-2012, where I realized vaguely copying other fanfic creators wouldn't cut it.

Oh, and the forms floating beside them... well, I may have taken a bit of inspiration from Sonic the Hedgehog's super forms. I'm willing to elaborate on that further in the future! There are some fun plot elements to it ;D

Enough of the past! Let's talk about the current version of Taff!

Backstory & Lore

Taff was a welcome surprise to Sir Ebrum and Lady Like. Neither of them had moved into Cappytown yet around this time. Thus, the beginning years of Taff's life were relatively normal. She was incredibly outgoing from birth, waving hello to every person she made eye contact with. Since the small ocean village they lived in didn't have a school, Lady Like homeschooled her.

Every day after school was over, Taff would run outside to play games with her friends. They would draw shapes in the sand, play tic-tac-toe, build things out of sand, and splash each other with salt water. Sir Ebrum and Lady Like would watch over the children as they played from their porch.

Taff was the kind of child to make sure everyone could be included in their games. She didn't stand for any kind of bullying and spoke up whenever someone said something out of line. The other children followed her without question and she never took advantage of that.

When Sir Ebrum got his job with King Dedede, Taff was devastated to leave her home and friends behind. No amount of begging on Taff's end could convince her parents to stay in their village. They left. Taff's never heard from any of her childhood friends ever again.

Taff hated King Dedede from her very first interaction with him. While Lady Like and Sir Ebrum dressed to impress and acted the part, Taff refused to respect him. She would not bow to him, she would not call him King Dedede, and, she called him the worst insult she could think of at the time... "smelly".

Being the immature baby King Dedede is, he decided to "show that tiny spoiled brat who's boss". That's when Taff saw her very first monster.

She wanted to leave. She wanted to go home. She wailed and begged Sir Ebrum and Lady Like to move back. But they wouldn't. So long as they were in the castle, they were usually safe. They were safe, but the townspeople of Cappytown were not. Taff would watch in horror as monsters rampaged freely around Cappytown.

Sometimes, they would destroy property. Eat animals. Hurt the villagers. And no one did anything about it. Taff tried yelling at the King, she tried to encourage the townspeople of Cappytown to rebel against King Dedede, she begged her Dad to put a stop to it.

Nothing worked. The King acted on his own and no amount of pleading and sobbing would solve the problem.

They needed a hero.

Taff began to search around the castle for something she could use to fight back. To protect the people she cared about. No one else would do it, so it had to be her. Seeing the helpless state of everybody around her only inspired her to rise to an impossible task. To become Cappytown's savior.

After locating a sword in the Castle's basement, she began to practice with it in secret. Since both of her parents were occupied with meeting the King's every demand, they couldn't keep as close an eye on Taff as they'd like to, which left her with an abundance of free-time on her hands.

She got good. She was far from perfect, but she was good. She'd study at every opportunity, practice into the night, and never let her sword out of her sight. Taff thought out her plan as much as possible. She would practice on some smaller monsters, to learn what techniques worked and what didn't.

Taff was far from a master swordsman. But after a month of doing nothing but training, she decided to take on her first monster.

(...my drawing tablet stopped working after this doodle...)

She didn't come out of the fight unscathed. She got really hurt. Nevertheless, she had completed the task she set out to do. Taff had come out victorious. She had defeated the monster and protected Cappytown.

When Sir Ebrum and Lady Like discovered what Taff was doing, they were fully against it. But Taff wouldn't take their no for an answer. Regardless if they supported her decision or not, she would continue to go out every night to fight the monsters off.

She wasn't perfect. She didn't win every single one of her battles, but with each battle, with each injury, she improved. The King was infuriated. Taff's actions could inspire a rebellion in the cappies and that was not acceptable. But it wasn't like he could get a monster to "clobber" her, she'd become a martyr if he succeeded.

King Dedede presented Taff with a choice. Either she become captain of his royal guard or he'd fire her dad and make sure that her and her families lives are hell, for as long as they live. Mortified, Taff accepted the deal. From then on, Taff's free-time was spent serving and protecting King Dedede.

She was also tasked with protecting Cappytown from any outside threats. Taff would be expected to not only patrol the castle, but patrol the outskirts of Cappytown in search of anything suspicious. Years of this torture went by. Taff bided her time; spending her hours of mind-numbing patrol coming up with the perfect plan - one that could take the King down for good.

When Taff was a teenager, she stumbled upon a light purple star-shaped ship; this was how she met Meta Knight, Sword Knight, and Blade Knight. She did not trust them, particularly after Meta Knight voiced his intentions on serving King Dedede. Meta Knight, Sword, and Blade were new factors she had to account for moving forward. It made doing anything against King Dedede more difficult.

She despised them. Later on, she would come to realize that their goals were aligned. But I'll save the details on how that came to be for now. ;D

King Dedede didn't fully trust Meta Knight at first, hence why he kept Taff as the head of the guard. Taff was grateful for this as well at first; she believed Meta Knight to be unpredictable and wasn't sure what he'd do with King Dedede.

Not too long after Meta Knight appeared, so did Escargoon, the Waddle Dees, and Waddle Doo. While that meant these new people would take on the responsibilities she previously carried, which allowed her more free-time, this also meant more people would be keeping a close watch on the King.

Doing anything she had planned was now impossible with all the Waddle Dees. Taff had run out of time.

Then Lady Like announced to Taff that she was pregnant again.

Taff was horrified. After all, Cappytown was not a safe environment to raise children in. She was terrified her younger sibling would grow up and force themselves into similar roles that she had. She desperately wanted them to grow up with a normal childhood, to feel safe, to be able to play outside without looking over their shoulder.

She attempted once more to sway her parents into moving elsewhere. Both of them had grown comfortable with their luxurious lifestyles, and believed the King would not bring harm to their children. Taff came to the realization that there was nothing she could do to stop this and broke.

She could do nothing... except take out the poison at its source. Taff would be sacrificing her own life to protect her sibling. She would take out the King and go on the run. But before she could put her plan into action, King Dedede brought Taff into his throne room and told her that Meta Knight would be replacing her as the captain - but she could still act as a guard.

Taff's plan relied on her authority as a captain, so this ultimately foiled it, and ripped away her last shred of hope. This would be around the time Taff realizes her goals align with Meta Knight's.

Years go by: Tiff is born, Fololo and Falala are adopted into the family, then Tuff is born. Monster attacks become warnings instead of disciplinary measures against Cappytown. They rarely damage property or cause injury. They merely serve to scare the villagers of Cappytown into compliance.

Taff, while working with Meta Knight, does her best to make sure Tiff and Tuff are kept out of harms way. While she's expected to keep a low-profile and obey the King's commands as to not upset him, she WILL attack a monster if that monster is directly placing her siblings in danger.

Younger Tiff and Tuff got along fine with Taff. As the two grew older, Tiff realized how messed up their situation was, and came to resent Taff for obediently going along with the King.

Which would roughly bring us to the beginning of Kirby: Right Back at Ya!

Personality:

Around strangers, Taff can come across as distant and stand-offish. She's purposefully a bit rude to people she meets, although her behavior is subject to change depending on how the stranger treats her. If she deems them to be a threat, she will close herself off entirely. But if the stranger is in need of her help, she'll be willing to show a more gentle side to them.

She does not trust easily and has high walls that surround her heart. Because of this, she is almost impossible to befriend. Even when someone has proven themselves trustworthy, Taff values consistency and will judge the individual for repeated actions.

Taff is a very good judge of character and can often tell when someone carries bad intentions.

Around people she deeply cares about, Taff is a lot more laid-back. Her old outgoing nature truly shines through when she's speaking to them. She enjoys joking around with Sword, Blade, and other friends she has in the castle. She's often the one to carry conversations. Taff goes out of her way to stay on top of her family and friends lives.

She is intensely protective of Tiff and Tuff, so much so to the point where she gets angry at Lady Like and Sir Ebrum for not keeping a better eye on them. She adamantly refuses to let either of them help out in bigger fights and becomes infuriated if others attempt to involve them.

If either of her siblings need her for anything, Taff will be there for them in an instant. Taff is decent at giving advice, but difficult at explaining it in a way that consistently makes sense to Tiff and Tuff. She also enjoys assisting them with their homework; this often just leads to her doing it for them, which she's aware of but doesn't mind.

Taff has lost a lot of her sense of self due to her childhood. She is incapable of picturing a world of peace anymore. Without her title as a protector of Cappytown, she is unsure of who she is. Taff's made peace with the idea of dying for Cappytown and fully believes that she will likely die in battle someday.

Conclusion

There is so, so much I excluded from this post. Almost two decades of brainstorming will do that to a character. I'm willing to reveal more lore for Taff (example: how she changes some of the episodes of Kirby: Right Back at Ya) the further she gets in the tournament.

I'm really excited to have this opportunity to share Taff with the world!!! I don't talk much about my OCs with anyone, so I'm super happy I discovered this tournament. Thank you to the hosts for the opportunity and good luck to all!

If you, the reader, have any questions about Taff, please feel free to send asks to this blog. Who knows, Taff might even answer some questions... ;D If I can get my drawing tablet working...

Thanks again to @kirbyoctournament !

#kirby oc tournament #taff lore #kirby right back at ya #hoshii no kaabii #kirby of the stars #kirby oc

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.

A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.

C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!

Sign Here X_____________

"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.

He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.

"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."

You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."

"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.

"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.

"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.

"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."

You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.

"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"

You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.

"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.

"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."

Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."

You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.

"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."

Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.

"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"

You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."

He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.

"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.

You pointed at it.

"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"

You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.

"I got it from here, from the school."

"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.

"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."

"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.

He didn't. "Among other things, yes."

You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.

A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.

"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.

Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.

"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.

He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.

"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"

You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.

"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.

"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."

He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.

"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.

"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.

You almost lost your balance when he said that.

"Y-you pose?"

He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.

"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."

"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."

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emojellyace08 · 9 months

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Lookism Men x Artist! Reader 🖤🥀🎨Part 2

Warnings: None Genre: fluff ☁️ Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

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Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyung-Seong)

He doesn't really mind about your hobby as long if it's nothing too weird or bothersome. What matters is that you're having fun and you're comfortable with it.

Hudson will also be curious on how you managed to draw things. I think he'll kind of get close to you when he sees you drawing body anatomy and sketches of fighting poses. He really thinks it's cool. He also thinks it's very creative when you draw Shonen manga like Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, etc. (I headcannon that Hudson watches anime secretly since he thinks that the fighting scenes are so cool). But no matter what art style you're using, Hudson thinks that you're really talented especially when you're passionate about it.

He also doesn't mind it if you asked him for a picture so you can use him as a reference photo. Sure, he has other things to do like training with Taesoo but he guessed that a little break is not really a bad idea. He'll be looking forward for the results while he's away training and not seeing you for who knows how long. Taesoo will ask what he did on his breaks and he'll simply reply "I just spend time with Y/N. She/he just asked me to be her/his model for her/his sketch before I go. It's fine I guess".

And after a really long time of not meeting each other because of his missions and personal problems, he'll visit you again after beating some fucker's ass. He'll ask about your progress and if you're already finished it will make him surprised (though it's not obvious). He knows that it takes a lot of time and patience to make a good artwork just like training for combat, but he guessed that you're just so responsible at managing your time or you're just really good at it. After you gave him the sketch for him to take a good look at it, he'll be surprised on how you did a good job and he'll compliment it "It looks pretty". "Tha-Thank you. I wonder if you would want me to take pictures of you, if you don't mind". "Sure I've got nothing to do anyways". And if he's not satisfied, he'll give constructive criticism on it (though he won't ask for you to draw a new portrait of him since he doesn't like it when you get burned out). He'll also ask you to keep it since he can't promise that he can preserve it's beauty because of his work.

Hudson is your number one fan even though it's not really obvious at times. You're his precious cinnamon roll that he'll protect whoever tries to mess with you :).

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Also your number one biggest fan (he still prioritizes a nice and helpful partner, but also having a talented someone can make his heart explode).

He also finds your own artsyle amazing whether you draw anime/cartoonish, realism/semi-realism, landscape, abstract or gory/horror (though don't show your gory art to Yenna she may cry her eyes out lmao). I headcannon that Eli himself likes drawing. When he's younger and when he was struggling with his personal issues, he would either hum songs that his mother used to sing to him or he would draw a picture of what a happy family looks like since he never got to experienced to be raised in a loving and accepting place, though he never finds it as his future career. But drawing makes him calm and express his negative emotions on a simple paper, so having a partner who also shares the same hobby as him makes you and Eli's bond a bit stronger. He also really admires how you took a simple activity into the next level like drawing everyday things or events in your style and interpretation.

He also doesn't mind it when you asked him for a picture for you to use it as a reference photo. Though expect for him to snap a photo with him holding his baby with that sweetest smile ever (he'll only do it though when you're super close with him). And after giving him your work he'll put it on a frame that hangs up on their home along with other pictures of the Hostel Members and yourself since he just found you very special, especially when you give him something that you made by yourself (he's very sentimental). "You're hanging it up on the wall?" you asked as he smiles while looking at your artwork of him holding Yenna. "Of course. Your works are beautiful and it means so much to me. My family is the most important thing in my life. You, Yenna and the others are like precious gems that needs to be protected and be taken care of. So I'll do my best to protect you even if it means in hurting others so all of you will be safe" "Damn, you actually sound like my parent/s". you replied back as his eyes widened at your reaction as Eli chuckled at your response. "I'm Hostel's Big Daddy after all". "And that's why I love you".

Eli also appreciates it when you babysit Yenna and teaching her how to color! Since Eli's really busy and tired balancing his high school life and fighting the other crews who tries to mess with his family, sometimes he can get a bit lazy of taking care of the little girl (But I don't think that he's a careless father he still spends his extra time with Yenna). But taking turns with him of taking care of the girl can be a relief of him, (though he doesn't assign you for watching out his child since he understands that you need to study too and have your personal space but he'll trust you more if you take care of her). He might even join drawing with the both of you! It can be a special bond and activity that you, Eli and Yenna will do every time you're both free and in the mood to take a break (the others will join too but it can be a mess yet still very fun!). "Yenna you drew a snowman! It looks so cute!" "BA BA Y/N!".

Eli really value you as a really good and supportive partner, so supporting you on your hobby is no big deal either.

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Fanboy #3. Seriously, he thinks that your talent/hobby is so cool!

Warren finds it fascinating how you draw. He also likes the concentrated face that you make when you're too serious of sketching your reference and not getting it right. "Y/N (why do you look so annoyed?)" he will ask curiously and peek through your sketchbook as you hide it pressing the paper on your chest. "It's nothing" "I noticed that the nose looks weird (like a penis)". "WARREN!"

Just like Zack, he'll feel so special when you asked him for a picture as a reference photo. He'll be so awkward about it lmao (he secretly wants you to draw him anyways soooo....). He'll be posing like an idiot while you scold him for doing a bad job as your personal model. "C'mon Warren act natural." "Like this?" then he'll put his hand on the back of his head with a pouty look making you sigh (though he doesn't like you getting pissed off by him so he'll try his best to be obedient but he just can't take things seriously sometimes lol).

And he'll be so hyped and excited to see your progress! He'll ask about your work if its finished almost every time, "Y/N (How's) the sketch? Is it done?" "No Warren, I haven't finished it yet I just need to add some details." "Okie (I'll wait for it!)" And if you are done and you gave it to him, his eyes will be that emoji ✨🥺✨because he's so amazed that you did a very good job with it! "WOAH Y/N YOU REALLY SLAYED THIS!" "Ye-Yeah thanks".

He will also flex you on Sally, Eli, Derek, Max, Heather heck even Olly. "Y/N so good at drawing (she/he's my everything)". "Yeah, that's why you're such a simp for her/him." "HEY! (BE QUIET!)".

If Warren is one of the approved simps, he'll be also your fan. Just seeing you happy and progressing your talents/skills and also as a good person really warms his heart >3 (keep up the good work!).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Okay he looks so angsty in this picture though (I just wanna see him happy for once).

If you're childhood friends with him, he'll be in shock and awe on how you managed to draw cute things. "WoW Y/N how are you so good at these stuff?" "Ha... Well, you just need some practice and patience in anything that you do you know. I'm not really good at first but I managed to pass the beginner level I guess". He will also look up to you as a role model especially if he's crushing on you. "I wanna be cool like Y/N too so I'll practice boxing just like Zack is doing right now!" . But if you met him after the God Dog arc he'll be more quiet and reserved. I can imagine the scenario, you and Johan with his dogs will be on the same park while he stares at you sketching something. He will be blushing and he will look away when you noticed him watching you doing your own thing (he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable). "Sorry are you alright sir?" "Ye-Yeah I'll go no-" "No it's alright really! There's no other seats in here and I noticed you watching me draw but it's okay." "You sure?" "Yeah. Your name?" and the rest is history.

Johan also doesn't mind it if you asked for a photo of him as a reference. Though I headcannon that he'll be mildly uncomfortable about it since he secretly feels insecure about himself. "You want a photo of me?" "Yes!" "What for?" he will ask bluntly but deep down he'll be screaming inside while his cheeks are rosy pink. His crush asking his photo? His day couldn't get any better. "Well I was out of ideas for my drawings and I thought that you'll be a perfect reference" you asked as he looks at you overthinking. What if you're secretly part of the Workers and you've been a spy all along so that you can share his information to Yoojin and destroy him. "Just promise me one thing." "Sure!" he leans closer to you making close contact making you blush. "You won't leak my photo everywhere, got it?" "Su-Sure. I promise".

He secretly likes it more when you draw him pictures of animals like dogs, especially Eden! (He's just like Vasco fr). "You drew this?" Johan asked checking out your work as you smiled back at him. "Yep! I think your dog is cute so I decided to draw her!" you replied cheerfully as he gave you a sly smirk, you look so cute when you give a happy expression to him it makes his day better. "Keep up the good work" Johan said while ruffling your hair.

Having a someone who is kind, warm hearted and also talented is a win for Johan. He can't help but to adore you!

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism manhwa #lookism #lookism fic #johan seong x reader #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #hudson ahn x reader

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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plm couple date night drabble? pls only if you have the chance 😊

This was incredibly fun to write 💕 Pausing a bit on this couple but I hope you enjoy this. Will definitely go back to them!🙂

Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (04) - Date Night

WC: 8,204

Tags/Warnings: probably inaccurate things about drawing and soccer; indecent thoughts about one's spouse, nudity, smut (kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff (18+)

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Jungkook grips your hand as you walk past the door, your eyes widening at the suite that you’re both led to. It’s nicer and more comfortable than you expected, and you turn to your husband who seems just as surprised.

“You may order drinks and snacks,” the staff points to the monitor by the coffee table. “And please press this button once you’re ready to place your bets.”

You smile at her and give your thanks while Jungkook stands by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the race track.

“Cool stuff,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “I never understood the appeal of these things but grandfather loves watching this.”

“Then why are we here, then?” You chuckle.

You didn’t think Jungkook would be into this, too, especially since he’s more into activities that require him to move around.

“Because,” he starts, “competing with you is fun. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You just never played Street Fighter with me, Kook,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I was a screaming and competitive mess when I was younger.”

“Which I never knew since you never played with me,” he pouts.

“Because you were so good and I didn’t want to embarrass myself,” you argue. “I told you, I had a little crush on you then. And I still do.”

You see the tips of his ears turn pink and he tries hard to not smile too much, but he still does, the scrunch of his nose too adorable for you to not squeal internally.

Jungkook always had that charm growing up, and that intensified when puberty hit - he got rid of his bowl cut, he gained some muscle, and his confidence skyrocketed, mostly because he was in the soccer team and that immediately made him one of the popular ones. His being a rich kid - who always threw parties at the village clubhouse or at rented hotels - added to that, and of course, the fact that he’s always been incredibly handsome.

You could think of a dozen other girls from high school who matched his outgoing personality and level of popularity - there was that star gymnast whom he dated for a while, the class President who was as sociable as she was smart, the model whom everyone had a crush on, and so many others.

He enjoyed those years, that much you knew. He had a different girlfriend every few months. But when it came to you, well, he rarely looked your way. Of course, now you know why, but still - high school you wouldn’t have believed it if you told her that in 10 years, you’d be making the Jeon Jungkook blush and get all shy the way he is right now.

The announcement that the next race will start soon brings you back to the present. Jungkook motions for you and you stand with him by the window, his arm around your waist, as you both observe the horses.

He disregards the call for bets, making you think that he took you here specifically for the bet between the both of you, and somehow that makes you even more excited.

“So, what are the rules?” You ask, turning to him.

“Alright, so there are 8 horses racing,” he starts. “We each bet on 4 different ones. Their rank in the race will be equivalent to points. We’ll add them up after 3 rounds and whoever has lower points, wins.”

“Why can’t it just be that the winning horse for the round scores a point for us and first to 2, wins?” You ask, wondering why he’s making it more complicated.

“Because when I win both rounds, then that’s it. Where’s the fun in that?” He scoffs. “Plus, it’s more entertaining if we keep on rooting for the horses until the race ends.”

“Hmm, fair point,” you nod. “So what’s on the line?”

“So if I win,” he smiles cheekily, “you attend my soccer match next Saturday wearing my jersey with a handmade sign rooting for me.”

He looks at you smugly and you know he’s not joking. When he said that the winner can ask the other person to do something embarrassing, he really meant it.

Jungkook, even when he had girlfriends in high school, always had admirers, and it was easy to spot them, too - anyone could just go to soccer practice and see who was lurking at the field, watching him. During games, there were several of them wearing his (unofficial) jersey with placards with his name on them.

Nari and Minhyuk used to send you photos of those girls. Yeji, who was part of the broadcasting club, always managed to take videos of the awkwardness when they screamed for Jungkook all at once and he didn’t seem to know who to address first.

You were obviously never part of that crowd. Squealing people always rattled you; games often went on for hours under the sun and you didn’t want your family to be worried.

It’s safe to say that you’d never watched any of Jungkook’s games live, not until he joined that soccer club the other month. They play thrice a week, and your husband has always found a way to go at least twice, and you’ve managed to watch a few of them.

You’d either be by yourself or with your friends, somewhere higher up the bleachers, away from those who treat these games as another one of their social events. You can’t blame them, though, not when the players are as handsome and rich as they are.

And just like in his younger years, Jungkook took command of this field, too. Whether it was a flashy pass or a goal, he always celebrated with such finesse, and it’s no surprise he’s become popular with the other “fans,” too.

But you were always the supporter on the sideline, taking photos and videos from afar, merely waving whenever he called out to you, and then leaving him with his teammates when they invited him for drinks. That was always Jungkook’s world, and you basked in him basking in it. But with this bet on the line, you really wouldn’t have an excuse.

“What’s the placard supposed to say?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Anything,” he shrugs. “As long as it screams, I’m so in love with my husband.”

He teasingly kisses your cheek as you chuckle at his cheesiness.

“That’s it?” You feign nonchalance, but he sees right through you.

“Yes, babe. I know you’re squirming internally already.”

You laugh at his statement, and your scrunched nose mirrors his. You’re so beautiful that he just wants to kiss you senseless, especially as you pretend that his winning consequence doesn’t affect you much. He knows you, and you were never one for excessive public displays of affection, often hiding in embarrassment whenever he shows you off or says something cheesy, which he always insists he means.

A part of him knows this is out of selfishness - he wants to see you be a little more daring for him, a little shameless to show your adoration, to show that you feel lucky to be with him.

He’d had his high school and college girlfriends do that - wear his jersey, cheer for him on the bleachers, side-eye the other girls who try to get his attention… and it was fun, it was confidence-boosting, it was affirming.

And for his past few games when he’d turn to the crowd, he’d search for you, happy enough that you show up when you can, even if you’re tucked to the side and quietly cheering him on. But he’d love to see you closer though, wearing something that bears his name on the back to show everyone that he’s yours, that you’re his.

“Okay, then,” you grin. “Watch your game wearing your jersey with a cheesy sign - got it. As for me…” You step closer and whisper in his ear, “I want you to model for me, naked.”

“Psh, that’s easy,” he scoffs, though you didn’t miss how he gulped just seconds ago. “I literally parade around you naked everyday, babe. I’d go around the apartment without clothes on if you let me.”

“Walking around naked is different from posing naked, Kook,” you inform him. “You’re gonna have to pose for a long period of time and just watch me work.”

“Will you be naked, too?”

“Of course not,” you playfully smack his arm. “I’m gonna be so focused and probably not mind you or something. You’ll be my subject, and I will treat you as such.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re dominant,” he grunts in your ear, and though you smack him again, you can’t deny the heat in your belly at his statement.

“I never am,” you frown, “but I’m serious, Kook. We push through with this bet, then you’ll do it if I win.”

“Of course, babe,” he assures, hugging you. “I came up with the idea so of course I’ll see it through. But what’s it for, though?”

“We’re doing nude art in the drawing class I joined,” you say excitedly. “But I feel like I’m gonna get a little flustered if I see someone naked in front of me so I wanna practice being focused.”

“Wait, someone’s gonna go naked in front of you?” He exclaims.

“It’s an exercise, okay, and they’re gonna be naked in front of everyone.”

“I can just be your class’ model, then. That way, you won’t get flustered,” he offers.

“Nope, all this is for my eyes only,” you pout, and that’s what prompts him to kiss you.

He chuckles as his head sneaks in the crook of your neck. “I’m kidding. Of course, babe. Only for you.”

The announcer’s voice saying that the race will now begin prompts both of you to straighten yourselves and turn to each other.

“Starting now, you are my rival,” Jungkook puts on a serious face. “May the better Jeon win.”

“Get ready to lose, honey,” you say sweetly, complete with a tuck of a hair strand behind your ear and a flutter of your eyelashes. “I have a winning record to keep.”

As Jungkook should’ve expected, you do win.

It was a close one, at least, as your scores weren’t far apart until the third race when 3 of your horses made it to the top 3, leaving Jungkook with a higher score and thus, another losing record. It wasn’t without its tense moments, though.

You were a little reserved during the first race, while Jungkook joined in on the shrieks of the other patrons. He was fist bumping the air since he was up by 2 points, but things turned around during the second and third races and you’d started jumping a little and squealing yourself. Your beers were forgotten, and the staff looked at you weirdly for being so into the race without putting any bets, and Jungkook had smiled and said that you weren’t betting people and he didn’t want to lose money.

But in between the fake insults and the teasing, Jungkook would pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, laughing at your competitiveness and constantly kissing your cheek. And so when he defeatedly looks at you after you announce yourself as winner, you know he’s just pretending to be upset. There’s a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, and you feel his love envelop you in more ways than one.

“I offer my congratulations to Mrs. Jeon,” he bows. “That was a good race. I accept all consequences as agreed upon.”

“I accept your congratulations, Mr. Jeon,” you bow as well. “Keep your next Saturday free for me, please.”

“It’s gonna take a whole day?” He looks at you worriedly.

“No, but we’ll never know,” you shrug.

“Never know, what?” He smirks.

“Never know how impatient and whiny you’re gonna be that it’d take me longer than 4 hours to finish,” you tease. “But really, honey. You sure you’re okay with posing for me?”

“Yes, babe,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you out to get the car. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Hmm, thank you, Kook. I can’t wait to make art out of this art,” you wink, but you ruin it with a scrunch of your nose and an embarrassed laugh.

“Ah, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Watching the sunset from the 81st floor of the Lotte World Tower while gorging on delicious and delicate-looking food is an experience in itself. The views are amazing; it makes you appreciate the city’s skyline from high up here, so much so that the smile doesn’t leave your face.

“It’s beautiful out here, Kook,” you turn to him. “Maybe it was good that we missed out on that dinner? Would’ve been so awkward since I didn’t realize it’s this intimate and romantic.”

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t talk about it,” he pouts.

“We said, we’d make new memories,” you correct him. “And we’re here now, enjoying all this together.”

“It is pretty special, huh?” He smiles, as his eyes trace your features that he loves gazing upon when he wakes up and before he falls asleep.

“Yes, and because we’re making new memories… I thought I’d give you this,” you say, taking a small card from your purse and handing it to him, his wide eyes now tracing the painting collage of familiar places on the front - the water bungalow in Fiji, the lakes of Alberta, the streets of Prague, Central Park in New York, and your own balcony.

“Baby, what’s—”

“It was 2 years to the day yesterday since we said I love you to each other,” you interject, the same time he opens the card to see 24 different doodles of the words on the page. “I know it’s an odd thing to celebrate but I just remember that night so well and I always think of all the amazing things we’ve done and been to since then.”

Jungkook’s eyes are now glassy and you can’t say you didn’t expect this.

“I love you so much. I remember that night so well, too. And I—” he turns to you, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how much love he has for you until you’re sick of his voice. “Shit, I wanna marry you all over again. Can we do that? I’d marry you everyday, babe.”

“Kook, honey, that sounds romantic but that’s also incredibly impractical and—”

Jungkook stands from his seat and walks over to where you are, kneeling before you with your hand in his. “Baby, I take you as my wife, I do, and I love y—”

The sounds of people clapping and their oohs and ahhs cut his declaration short, as you both realize what it looks like.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, this is so embarrassing,” you chuckle, covering your face now.

You’re adorable when you get shy, and it makes him even more charmed by you, but he also knows that the attention flusters you, so he stands up and glances at the people with their tender eyes, looking like the proud strangers that they are.

“Ah, I’m not proposing. We’re actually married. Over 2 years already, in fact,” he clarifies. “I just got a little carried away and did some dramatic declaration of my love because I’m so in love with my wife and—”

They ooh and ahh even louder and you can’t help but just laugh at the entire scene. Leave it to your husband to make such a big deal out of it all but you admit that it makes your heart leap out of your chest - he’s so smitten, the way you are, and the way he lets you - and everybody else - know is something you’re still getting used to. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite your insecurities, he never lets you forget just how much love he has for you.

You motion for him to go back to his seat and he shyly does, his flushed face making him look like that handsome adolescent that you crushed on when you were younger.

“Sorry,” he mouths.

“It’s okay, I love you,” you mouth back.

He smiles that dimpled smile of his and places the card in his jacket pocket. “I’m never going to lose this.”

“So, how long am I supposed to sit still on this thing?”

Jungkook stands next to the stool that you instructed him to settle into, thankful that you’re at least allowing him to sit down and be more comfortable than if you had him raise his arms or something. He’d searched for some nude drawing poses and those he’d found had either very sensual or very boring ones. Sitting on the edge of a stool bare naked doesn’t seem that uncomfortable, or so he hopes.

“Around 30 minutes? That should be enough time for me to draw your silhouette, then we can take breaks after,” you respond, fixing your canvas and your drawing materials.

“You may remove your clothes now and take a seat, Mr. Jeon,” you say.

“Guide me, please? I’m new to this thing.”

You turn to his smug face with an arch of your eyebrow. “You’re not new to being naked in front of me, honey.”

“I’m new to being naked in front of you and then not having you touch me, is what I meant,” he smirks.

You feel your cheeks heat up but you shake your head. This is an art experience, you remind yourself.

Ever since that trip to Alberta during your 2nd year anniversary where you woke up one morning, itching to paint the scenery outside but ended up being enamored by the view of your husband sleeping soundly in bed, wrapped in the soft sheets looking absolutely ethereal, you’ve been wanting to paint him in all his glory. Sure, you got to paint his silhouette that time but it’s different when you’re able to go through the details of his majestic body, one that leaves you craving for him more and more each time.

You were honest about this being a trial for your eventual nude drawing class, but you also want inspiration, maybe use today’s output as a guide for a detailed painting of him. You hope he doesn’t get creeped out by the idea, though. You like painting beautiful things, and there’s just something intimate about capturing the love of your life in an art form that you love.

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to behave today, alright?” You say playfully, as you walk towards him and tug on his shirt.

He removes it with one hand and then slips his boxers off, all the while looking into your eyes as he does so. He’s done this so many times before but he always manages to make you flustered, to make you feel weak and wanting.

“Now, Mrs. Jeon, where do you want me?”

“On the edge, please, with your left leg on the floor and your right heel on the footrest,” you instruct. “Right arm resting behind your back and the left on your lap,” you say, guiding him on the stool and fixing his position the way you want.

He smells so good, as he’d just showered after a morning run, and his tanned form due to his weekend afternoon soccer games makes him glow under the rays of the sun that’s shining through the window of your studio. His tattoos, which now cover a bigger area of his arm, are art on art, and his features - rough yet delicate at the same time - are beautiful. So is his flaccid cock, which rests between his thighs and you have to force yourself not to kneel in front of him and put it in your mouth to make him feel good.

“You comfortable?” You turn to him.

“Yup, except for my lips. They need a kiss from you,” he puckers them, earning him a roll of your eyes, but you give in then pull away before you get lost in the feel of him.

You go back to your seat and start drawing, taking in the lines of his body from his jaw, down to his neck, his arms, his torso, then his legs. You want to capture his silhouette first and fill in the details as you go. It’s not long before you get in the zone, with nothing but the sound of your pencil gliding against the paper, with soft jazz music in the background.

For these first minutes, you look at Jungkook as your subject - a life form whose beauty you’re trying to recreate and to immortalize.

From a few feet away, Jungkook watches you intently. There’s grace in the way you sit in a stool and hold your pencil and flit your gaze from him to the paper. There’s the intensity of your eyes that’s soft as well; the way you bite your lip in concentration is something he finds adorable and sexy at the same time. You mumble to yourself when you’re immersed in something, and he has to stop himself from wanting to kiss you every time that happens.

You’re dressed in boy shorts and a loose tank top, with one of his oversized jackets covering the rest of you. He loves seeing you like this - comfortable, in your element, and absolutely stunning.

“We can take a break,” you say, walking towards him with his tumbler for a drink.

He starts walking around to stretch and you cordon him off your area, making sure he doesn’t see your drawing until it’s finished, and it’s not long after when you instruct him back to the stool to continue your work.

This time is tricky, as you start to focus on the details of Jungkook’s features. His head is tilted slightly so the sharpness of his jaw is accentuated. It takes a while for you to get the angle like you want, and in that period, the amount of time you stare at his throat and the expanse of his neck is more than you hoped.

Your eyes trail down. He’s breathing steadily, but the way his chest lightly raises is enough to remind you of how he is when he’s huffing, panting, sweaty… and you have to blink away the memories, especially as that was the sight you had last night when he took you on the couch after movie night.

His dark nipples are perfect against the backdrop of his pecs - toned and stunning, but the faded stains of your lust on them causes you to jerk at the memory, and you find yourself clearing your throat before you let out a moan.

“You okay there, babe?” You hear him ask, the sultry tone of his voice, unmistakeable.

“Uh-huh,” you lie. “The sun’s just shining through and I feel a bit hot.”

You mindlessly remove your jacket as Jungkook curiously turns to the window that’s now not as bright as it was. When he looks back at you, he sees it. And now he’s the one who can’t shake off the thoughts from last night.

Back to where you are, you’re trying to perfect the lines and dips of his torso, your eyes descending to start on his hips, and it’s when you see it, and you visibly swallow.

His dick definitely didn’t look like that minutes ago.

Your breathing quickens, and you try to focus on the drawing in front of you, but it doesn’t seem to work - that’s still your naked husband on there, a replica of the scene that’s getting you all hot and bothered.

He calls out your name.

“Hmm? Honey, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a low voice.

“Kook, you’re the one who’s hard,” you furrow your brows at him.

“So are you, baby,” he grunts.

You look at him questioningly. He’s now panting, tongue licking his lips, and he cocks his head to motion towards you and that’s when you look down and notice your pert nipples, screaming underneath your thin tank top.

“I—”

“You’re putting on a side show for me, too.”

And that’s when you notice it again - the side of your breast peeking through the low arm holes of your top. You look at him with a shy face, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the hint of a tease on it.

He’d noticed it the moment you took the jacket off and the way you looked so sexy drawing him naked just made his mind wander to last night and how satisfied you looked under him while he plowed into you, your breasts bouncing for him in perfect pace with his thrusts.

“Kook, I want to focus,” you pout.

“Let’s have a break, then,” he suggests. “I’m so close to touching myself to the thought of you but that’s not fun when you’re right there. Please, baby? I’ll get back to my position, I promise. Just let me touch you.”

And who are you to deny your handsome husband who’s begging to have you?

You set aside your pencil and turn towards him, slowly opening your legs to say that you want him, too.

“Come to me, then,” you drawl.

He wastes no time and walks towards you, cups your cheeks in his hands, and kisses you like he hadn’t done it in years.

“Was this part of the consequence?” He grunts, as his mouth finally parts from yours and trails down your neck, nipping and licking your flesh. “Did you want me to sit there and watch you get turned on by me and not be able to do anything?”

“But you’re doing something about it now,” you bite back, before you let out a moan from him pinching your buds.

“And I’m about to do more,” he teases, kneeling in front of you and hurriedly removing your shorts.

He moves the stool for support and spreads your legs, grunting as he smells your essence.

“Fuck.”

“Kook, do something,” you plead.

He smirks before he dives into your cunt, his tongue swiping at your folds and leaving you a quivering mess.

“Oh, god,” you moan, as he kitten licks your throbbing nub repeatedly, the act making you feel hazy. “That’s so—”

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, as he slips 2 fingers in and hits your spot immediately. It’s obscene, the sounds that his mouth makes as he sucks your flesh and the ones he elicits from you. It’s messy and unfiltered, as his dark gaze lands on you briefly, before he lowers himself even more to nip and lick the back of your thighs, right where it meets your ass, a sensitive part that he’s recently discovered.

His thumb expertly flicks your clit while his mouth does wonders on your flesh, and you hear him growl, curse, and moan against your skin, the vibrations heightening the incoming orgasm that you feel is about to burst from you.

“Kook, I’m close,” you keen, and it signals him to get his mouth back onto your cunt, where a series of tongue movements elicits a scream from you, your thighs reflexively closing, and the sight of Jungkook buried in them will always, always trigger those butterflies in your belly.

You feel yourself weaken as your slick slides out of you, with Jungkook lapping up the mess that he’s made. You’re still shaking, but he does his loving husband duty of massaging your thighs as he helps you come down from your high.

“You always sound so good, baby,” he says, softly kissing your belly now. “Your screams from last night got me so hard earlier, and the way you looked. Fuck, you always look so breathtaking when I take your breath away.”

You merely hum, closing your eyes as you savor his lips on your skin, eliciting another squeal when he nips your clothed buds, still throbbing for him. Your fingers comb through his hair, and even with everything you’ve felt, it’s still not enough.

“Wanna be inside you,” he whispers in your ear, low and desperate, his mouth proceeding to tenderly kiss your neck.

“Okay,” you mumble, standing up now and letting him take a seat.

He leans against the wall and helps you straddle him, your lips sliding against his shaft before you slide down to have him inside you.

“Hmm, so warm,” he grunts against your neck. “I could be here forever.”

“How dramatic,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

He turns to your work, taking in an image of him through your eyes.

“Wow, I look good.”

You burst into laughter. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or annoyed.”

“Hey, that’s one amazing muse you got there,” he insists, gently lifting you up and down as you both savor each other this way.

“Hmm, he is. It’s not hard to get turned on when that’s what I have to draw,” you smile, pecking his nose now. “And I want to get back to it so let’s continue, shall we?”

He chuckles and kisses you back, shifting for better support and grips your waist to quicken his pace. It’s not long after when you’re both into it again, his mouth capturing your breasts and his tongue, swirling in all the places that he can.

He’s thrusting upward while you meet his motions, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders so you won’t fall off, given how hard he’s now going. You feel his body tense and the sweat pool on his forehead, his parted mouth and hooded eyes adding to your pleasure. With him falling apart under you, it’s not hard for the orgasm to build again.

You fall apart, too, together this time, and your bated breaths fill the room, the buzzing feeling from your high slowly fading.

“Thank you, that was an added perk,” you sigh, as you settle in his warm embrace.

“Yeah, and we have the rest of the day, babe,” he says, kissing your forehead. “We’re probably gonna need more than 4 hours.”

“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?” Junghyun greets you with a teasing smile and a hug. “My sister-in-law, wearing my brother’s soccer jersey. We would’ve thrown a party if this happened then.”

“Well, too bad I wasn’t a fan, then,” you chuckle, hugging him back. “Crowds and male egos weren’t really my thing. It still isn’t, actually.”

“Yeah, I know. It took marrying him for you to even consider going to his games,” Junghyun says. “But I’m glad he’s found time to do this again. He really missed playing, you know? It’s like he’s reliving his glory days again. Minus the girlfriend of the season in his jersey cheering for him. Until now.”

“For the record, I have been cheering for him,” you correct. “Just up there, away from people.”

“And what brings you here at the center, now?” Your brother asks, making way for Nari and Yeji to sit next to you. “And in his jersey, too.”

“Ah, we did that horse race bet. This is what he wanted if he won,” you share.

“But didn’t you win?” Junghyun asks. “Kook told me so, although he didn’t say what you wanted him to do.”

“Yeah, well…” you trail, suddenly feeling flustered as you recall last week and how that nude drawing session took an entire day because every break you both took would last an hour. You did finish the piece; it just took longer than expected.

“You know, boring stuff,” you shrug. “But I realized that he may have been wanting me to show up in this because you know, it’s Jungkook. And well, what’s the harm? Maybe I’ll just be extremely embarrassed but it’s okay. I mean, this placard isn’t cringey at all,” you smile sarcastically, earning you a round of laughter from everyone.

“Knowing Kook, he’s gonna be extremely and annoyingly giddy about this,” your brother says. “It doesn’t really take much to make him happy. All he needs is you, really, and any public declaration of your love is just the icing on the cake,” he winks.

The thought leaves you feeling giddy, enough to temper the nervous feeling you have.

You were never one who likes to take the spotlight, and showing up here in your husband’s jersey with a sign to boot definitely screams ‘center of attention.’ But anything for him, you remind yourself. You want him to know that you adore him, and that if you were that type of person, you’d brag about him to the rest of the world that he’s yours and you’re his, in a not disturbingly possessive way, of course.

The soccer field in the Clubhouse isn’t that big, but it’s enough to play the sport leisurely. There are benches and bleachers for spectators to sit on, and like what you expected, there are a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. The VIP Clubhouse is a second home to many of them, after all, and this is by all means entertainment for them.

You spot Jungkook running towards the field, perhaps returning after a few laps around the nearby oval track. He does that before doing anything physical, and though it’s just a game for fun, the competitive gene in him just has to be at his best for this.

At the center of the field, Jungkook starts to stretch. He hears one of his teammates release a breath. “Is it wrong of me to say that I love weekend games because the pretty ladies come to watch?” The man says. “It’s like added pressure but I gotta say, I like the attention.”

“Are they here for you, though?” Another man teases. “You’re not the golden boy like Jeon over here. You know those pretty ladies would swarm him if he wasn’t married.”

“I know, which is why I’m getting on his good side so he could put out a good word for me, maybe for that chick in the first row, the one in blue and yellow,” the first man cocks his head towards the bleachers. “She’s gorgeous.”

Jungkook follows his teammate’s gaze, his own eyes widening at what he sees. He takes the man’s chin and directs it to face him.

“Look elsewhere, yeah? That’s my wife you’re looking at.”

“No shit.”

“Golden boy, remember?” Jungkook smirks, leaving his dumbfounded teammates to run towards you, his heart fluttering as he gets closer to see that you’re wearing his college jersey.

“Baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You’re here. I thought it’s girls’ night.”

“Yeah, this is part of girls’ night,” you smile. “Nari and Yej wanted to ogle at hot guys and well, you’ve got good-looking teammates.”

“You mean other than me, right? Because I should be the only hot and good-looking one for you.”

“Hmm, let’s see… there’s–”

“Hey!” he pouts. “Joo-hyuk there was eyeing you and he’s pretty handsome.”

“Ah, goodness. I didn’t come in your jersey only to look at other men, Kook,” you nudge his arm. “And, I didn’t spend the afternoon with the girls making this if I wasn’t going to be paying attention to you,” you add, pulling the cardboard sign from the paper bag you brought and showing it to him.

There’s an action photo of him from one of his college games that you dug up, with the words ‘Here for golden star player, Jeon Jungkook (my husband)’ in big letters next to it. “It’s back-to-back, too, so even those behind me will know who I’m here for,” you wink.

“Baby,” he finally says, after what seems like minutes of him staring at the sign. “You didn’t have to.”

You cock your eyebrow at him.

“I’m kidding. I’ve been secretly hoping you’d do this. And I’m losing my shit right now,” he laughs, hugging you again. “But… you won the bet, and we had an amazingly spectacular time last week. What’s with this?”

“You just looked really excited when you brought this up,” you say. “And well, even if I’m shaking in embarrassment right now, I really wanted to come and let all those watching know that the really handsome player wearing number 7 is my husband, and I love him very much. I even wrote it on the sign!”

You raise it up, and he has to squint because in the bottom corner, in tiny letters, you indeed wrote I love you.

“Well, that’s readable, at least from up close,” he laughs. “But thank you. I’m so pumped up right now. I’m gonna do so well and you’re gonna be so turned on that–”

“Alright, we all know you’re gonna do so well, honey,” you glare at him.

“I will,” he smirks. “Raise that up every time I have the ball, okay?”

“Fine,” you say in submission, thinking he’s absolutely childish and unfairly adorable.

He kisses you deeply before he runs to his teammates, yelling at them to make sure you hear. “Tonight’s game plan - pass me the ball every time.” He turns to wink at you and you playfully shake your head.

“I married a hormonal teenager,” you turn to your friends and brothers, who all laugh at you.

“Yeah, we know,” they say in unison, and you go back to your seat and make sure to catch Jungkook’s eyes.

His soft smile mirrors yours, and you know that right this moment, his heart flutters the same way that yours does.

Jungkook’s hand sneaks around your waist and he whispers in your ear. “You okay, babe?”

You nod with a smile, squeezing his knee to let him know you’re sincerely fine, and he smiles in return.

After the soccer game - which they won and had him scoring 2 goals because, like he said, he was “inspired” tonight - his teammates invited him, you, and your friends to dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant. He was ready to turn them down, but you insisted that you were okay with hanging out with them. The guys were teasing Jungkook non stop because of how hyped up and giddy he was the entire time, going soft every time he turned to you and saw you with your sign up for him to see.

“Jungkook’s a beast on the field but a menace outside of it,” Joo-hyuk had said. “We kinda wanna see him be a total softie around his wife.”

It was hard to say no, not when your husband looked a little flustered but totally adorable and proud. And though warming up to new people wasn’t immediate for you, your husband’s warmth and comfort was enough to make you feel at ease.

He’s taken to calling them his friends now, he’d told you, as they’re the ones he usually ends up being teammates with, and they’re not insufferable like some of those he’d met. They’re laid-back like he is, and Jungkook always gravitated towards people like himself.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning towards him.

“Yeah, though to be honest, I’m itching to go home.”

“Yeah? But we just finished dinner. I thought you guys wanted a round of drinks.”

“They do, but not me, not when you’re here.” His cheeky smile turns naughty, as he leans to mumble in your ear. “I know I wanted this, but seeing you in my jersey is doing things to me.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and just the thought of Jungkook being turned on by you wearing something of his is somehow turning you on, too.

“Uh, maybe we can stay just a bit longer, so it doesn’t seem like we’re too eager to leave?” You suggest.

Jungkook pretends to think about it, but decides that he doesn’t really care. He’s been waiting to be with you since he saw you earlier, and he doesn’t really mind leaving his teammates out here nor worry about what they’d think.

“Or not,” you chuckle, knowing what he’s thinking by the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. “We can go a–”

“Bye everyone, we’re gonna go ahead,” he tells the group before you can even finish your sentence. “We’ve got, uh, important business to attend to,” he says, pulling out the chair for you and taking your hand.

“Important business my ass,” someone laughs. “We know what you��re on, Jeon. Go ahead, lovebirds. Your home is waiting.”

Nari and Yeji can’t help their giggles as you pout, mouthing your apologies that you’re leaving them when you dragged them out here, but they assure you that it’s okay. They have common friends with the guys, and they don’t mind being left with them.

“Great, see you guys again!” Jungkook waves, and you hold him back to say your proper goodbyes before you both walk out of the restaurant and head to the car.

“Jeon Jungkook, what was that!” You playfully smack his arm as he starts driving. “Important business? Seriously? Who would buy that?”

“I’m sorry, babe! It was the first thing that I thought of!” He frowns, knowing you don’t like being put on the spot like that. “I just… I feel like I’m reliving the glory days of my youth, you know? Winning a game, seeing my girl cheer for me–”

“Going home with that girl and sleeping with her?” You finish.

“Hey! I don’t mean it in that way!”

“That’s totally how your youth was, Kook,” you tease, “which, by the way, you’re literally still living. We’re still in our 20s, honey.”

“I know, but it’s different, obviously. It’s you, the absolute love of my life,” he says, kissing your hand. “It didn’t feel like this before.”

You merely hum in response and kiss his hand back. You know this, you feel this, and ever since that talk you had the other week about making new memories to replace the not-so-good ones from your past, it feels different, too.

You make it home in record time, with Jungkook pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses all the way up to the floor of your apartment.

He watches you walk towards the door and suddenly, the adrenaline dies down. The overwhelming feeling of lust he’d felt earlier fades.

Yes, he still very much wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind while you still wear his jersey. He still wants to have you on top of him, over him, and next to him as he pushes inside you. And he definitely will, among other things.

But right now, there’s just you and him, under the dim light of the foyer, in the home you both created.

And as you curiously smile at him, he thinks back to the past weeks - even months and years - of all these dates and trips, and he thinks that whether it’s in the quiet intimacy of your studio, or in front of a dozen people you’ve just met, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

“You okay, Kook?” You ask. “I thought we had some important business to do,” you chuckle.

“We do,” he says, cupping your cheeks and kissing you tenderly. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, in the elevator, minutes ago,” you remind him.

“Okay, good. Don’t ever forget that.”

He wraps his arms around you and you hug him back.

He sways you a little before he goes back to kissing you again - slow, purposeful, and deep, like all the times he has when he’s feeling a little sentimental. Wandering hands explore each other’s bodies, until he’s turning you around, his lips grazing the side of your neck, his fingers undoing the button of your jeans.

You feel your body come alive from the warmth of his mouth and his expert hands, removing your clothes, even your bra, except for his jersey. His hardened length pokes your back, and it’s when he leads your body to lean over the armrest of the couch that you get what he wants to do.

His kisses on the back of your thighs, up to your sopping cunt and your ass cheeks, are soft. His caresses on your torso and your breasts underneath his shirt are gentle. Even the way he enters you from behind - immediate and needy - is more amorous than anything, and it’s his desire that you feel overtaking the room. He’s careful but passionate, and somehow you think this is him, savoring the way you looked earlier and right now.

He doesn’t say much other than how perfect you are for him, that you’re meant for him. His grunts and moans are on pace with yours, and once both your orgasms start to build up, he removes himself from you - unfortunate, really, but you know how he is. He definitely wants to watch you come for him.

He guides you to sit this time, on top of him where he has a full view of you in a top that bears his name, that lets everyone know who he belongs with.

“You were so beautiful today,” he hums, as he meets your thrusts, his hands tracing your outer thighs before they hold your waist steady. “All I wanted was to see you scream for me.”

“I do that all that time, Kook,” you laugh.

“You know what I mean,” he smiles.

And you do. Seeing Jungkook do something that he enjoys gives you a kind of happiness that you never knew you could feel. He looks so free, so radiant whenever he’s on the field. It’s always been one of the things he liked doing growing up, but somehow you think he felt like playing a role then, too. He was expected to do well in everything, after all, and being able to do this recreationally means he gets to savor the feeling of just being, of just doing.

The pace speeds up this time, and you can’t help but touch yourself as you both go, grinding against each other, the steady yet passionate thrusts enough to let the orgasm build just right.

“Kook,” you moan, as you hold on to his propped up thighs behind you when he starts quickening his movements. “I’m close.”

“I got you, baby,” he grunts. “Scream my name, yeah? I want to hear you scream my name.”

He pairs his pounding with flicks on your clit, and with your eyes locked on his - lustful, desirous - and with his clenched jaw and hooded eyes, you give in, screaming his name like he wants. He comes shortly after you do, bated breaths filling the room now.

He takes you in his arms, cradles you like he wants you all for himself. Like he said, you’re perfect for him; you’re meant for him.

“You looked really happy there earlier,” you mumble, the feeling of sleep closing in on you.

“I was,” he grins. “It’s definitely in the top of games I’ve played, I’d say.”

“Above your championship games?” You turn to him.

“Yeah. I mean, those were a lot of fun. I won’t lie that sometime in high school, a part of me wished you’d come see my games, so I could show off or something, or maybe to know you cared I guess, even if I didn’t really pay attention to you,” he admits. “So now, the fact that you get to be there, watching me, and then hang out with my teammates, and then come home with me and do this? Yeah, that’s tough to beat.”

He chuckles, but you hear the longing in his voice.

“I’m sorry, about never showing up at your games,” you whisper. “I always had Minhyuk and the girls update me, though. They’d even send photos that I insisted I didn’t want but they were nice to see.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforts. “I’ve accepted that we were very different people back then. So this whole making new memories thing is good. We get to reminisce how it used to be and smile because we’re together now.”

“Hmm. So there’s still that playground at our village, your estate, my family’s, your family’s ski lodge where 10-year old Kook said I was boring for not joining the beginner’s ski class, the–”

“Those are literally all the places we grew up in,” he chuckles. “Wow, was I really mean to you our entire childhood?”

“You weren’t mean, just… you know, not a fan of mine,” you laugh, kissing his cheek.

“Well, looks like we’ve got an entire lifetime to do all that, huh? Make new memories with our siblings, their kids, maybe our kids, too?”

The thought makes your heart race, and you smile at him who’s looking at you with stars in his eyes. “That sounds great, honey,” you say.

Jungkook makes you tea, prepares your bath, tucks you in bed, and holds you in his arms. His breathing softens, and you know it was a good day.

And as you look at his sleeping form, you know - if there’s anything that being with him has showed you, it’s that whether it’s fears, regrets, insecurities, or overwhelming joy that you both share, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

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Missing Piece (Part Five)

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Summary: Cassian and Nesta are happily mated and in love, so why do they feel like something is missing? When a newcomer arrives in the City of Starlight, they learn that their bond is not yet complete.

Pairing: Cassian x Nesta x Reader (She/Her) (Poly Relationship)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: n/a

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I spent the rest of dinner in a daze, my mind racing in the wake of the bond. Nesta and Cassian seemed to understand that I was still processing and didn’t push for anything beyond small talk. I learned that Nesta was a few years younger than I, and Cassian was significantly older than us both. Cassian had been raised in the Illyrian camps, while Nesta was formerly a human, still relatively new to being Fae. Between the three of us, our past and upbringings couldn’t be more different, and yet, there seemed to already be an understanding between us, a thread of kinship unique to twined souls.

I was perfectly content to listen to them speak the entire night, but soon our conversation was cut short by the party inside drawing to a close. The moon was high in the sky now, and Ezran, Elise, and I were to report to the healing halls in the morning. No one mentioned the bond snapping, although I was sure most of them knew, or at the very least suspected. As we said our goodbyes, I was surprised by Feyre pulling me into a tight hug, a warm grin on her face. Rhysand shook my hand, wearing a similar expression. “We’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he said kindly, his eyes flitting to Cassian and Nesta, who stood at my side.

“Thank you for having us, High Lord, High Lady.”

“Just Rhys and Feyre,” the High Lady replied, “especially to you.”

I felt my cheeks heat and nodded gratefully, bidding them goodnight. As Cassian and Nesta walked with me outside, I stifled a yawn, my energy crashing as the adrenaline wore off. “I can fly you home, if you’d like,” Cassian offered.

“That’s a bit of a long flight,” I replied, nerves getting the better of me. “Won’t I be too heavy?” Cassian and Nesta exchanged an amused glance, stifling laughter.

“You are the furthest thing from heavy, sweetheart,” he said, chuckling. The pet name and accompanying warm smile filled my stomach with butterflies. “I could carry you to the continent without breaking a sweat.” Nesta rolled her eyes, her lips curling at the edges.

“Don’t brag,” she chastised.

I hesitated, wondering if he was just saying that to make me feel better or if flying with a passenger was really as easy as he made it sound. He seemed to notice my hesitation and paused, face falling slightly. “Unless you’re uncomfortable, of course. We can walk you back instead.” I recalled the thrill of the short flight up the House, the way being held in his arms felt so inexplicably right and shook my head.

“Let’s fly,” I said with a smile.

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Cassian resisted the urge to inhale her scent as he cradled her to his chest. She hadn’t outright rejected them, but still seemed wary about the bond, so he and Nesta would have to take care to avoid overwhelming her. The flight home was a perfect opportunity to sate his instincts and satisfy the need to be close to her. As they took flight, she let out a yelp of surprise followed swiftly by giddy laughter that made his heart sing. He grinned, watching her closely as she peered down at the city below, her eyes filled with wonder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said, circling in the air so she could see beyond the city, where the Sidra flowed into the sea.

“It’s incredible,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his. “Do you fly every day?”

“I’d go mad if I didn’t,” he said with a laugh.

“What must that be like,” she murmured wistfully, tightening her grip on his neck as they began to descend toward the inn.

“Just say the word, I’ll take you any time,” he offered. She seemed surprised, the corners of her mouth lifting in a shy smile.

“Really?”

“I can hardly think of a better way to spend my time,” he replied, landing gently on the street outside the inn. “Next time we’ll bring Nesta too.”

“You can carry both of us?” She asked.

“Of course!” He he said, feigning insult, “it just takes a bit of coordination on your part if you’re up for the challenge.”

Something like excitement sparkled in her eyes as she replied, “Sounds like a plan.”

“We’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

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“We can’t leave now!” Nesta growled, pacing Rhysand’s office. “The bond snapped last night.” Cassian stood in the corner, his arms crossed and jaw set. He wasn’t going to argue with his High Lord, but he certainly wasn’t happy about being sent away.

“You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. This is the first camp lord who’s shown interest in training more Valkyrie. I need you both there,” he said firmly. He was sympathetic to their plight, but the opportunity couldn’t be squandered. “It should only take a few days.”

Nesta huffed but didn’t offer further argument. As much as she was loath to leave Velaris so soon after finding hers and Cassian’s mate, a rejected invitation would put the already tenuous allyship in jeopardy. “When do we leave?” she asked.

“Now,” Rhys replied. Cassian let out a frustrated groan and Nesta’s jaw clenched. The High Lord tried to hide his amusement at the smitten pair. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you can get back. If it makes you feel better, she’ll probably be busy with work the entire time anyway.”

“It doesn’t, actually,” Nesta grumbled, storming out of the room. Rhysand supposed it was as close to acquiescence as his sister-in-law got.

Cassian looked after her, then shot Rhysand a look of warning, “This better be quick.”

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While we hadn’t made specific plans to see one another again, I figured it was at least implied that Cassian and Nesta would stop by in the days that followed. Three days passed with neither hide nor hair of the two, and I was beginning to grow uneasy. They had seemed rather keen on getting to know me when the bond snapped, but now I wondered if they were having second thoughts. As much as it pained me, I couldn’t exactly blame them. By all appearances, they seemed to share a deep connection with one another, and it would be reasonable to fear a third might disrupt that equilibrium. As the days passed their absence began to feel like a quiet rejection that made my heart ache. Despite not really knowing them, there was something euphoric about being in their presence and losing it already stung.

The day before I was set to move into my apartment, I got up the courage to go to the House of Wind. I reasoned that, if they were still at all interested, giving them an idea of where to find me was worth a shot. I made my way to the base of the palace after work, hoping to at least leave a message for the pair. When I arrived at the stairs, however, I was greeted by two Sentries who appeared none too pleased.

“Move along,” one of them ordered as soon as I approached.

“I’m actually here to see Cassian and Nesta, or at least leave a message—,” I was cut off mid-sentence by the other soldier.

“General Cassian and Lady Nesta are not taking audiences at the time,” he sneered.

“Can I at least leave a message?” I snapped, returning his glare. “I know them.”

“Sure you do,” the other barked a laugh, rolling his eyes. “If you knew them, you’d know this isn’t how they receive messages. Now move along before there’s trouble.”

I wanted to argue, but the sentries seemed serious about their threat, and getting arrested trying to see my mates would be unimaginably embarrassing. Part of me wondered if Nesta and Cassian were truly avoiding me and they’d been instructed to turn me away. The thought hurt and I tried not to dwell on it as I made my way back to the inn. I spent the evening packing my belongings and trying to keep myself from spiraling. It was foolish to make assumptions, and perhaps even a bit pathetic to miss them so much after only a few days. That was the magic of the mating bond, though, a connection between souls that had them calling to each other. I wondered if the feeling ever waned for those that were rejected and the thought made my stomach roll.

The next day was no different, with no word or sign of my mates. I went through the workday on autopilot, my thoughts vacillating between Nesta and Cassian and my task for the evening. I would have to take two trips to carry my belongings across town, then figure out how to get the bed I purchased the day prior up the stairs. It would undoubtedly be a long night. I debated asking Ezran and Elise for help, but they were busy settling into their own dwellings.

The workday was unusually busy, with several patients coming to us after a minor accident at the harbor. The worst was a young dockworker who caught quite a blow to the head when a hoist broke and toppled several heavy crates. By the end of the day, my hands and feet were aching and I wanted nothing more than to lie down, but I had already told the innkeep I would be out of my room that evening.

The first trip across town wasn’t so bad, but by the third, I was dead on my feet. I could have cried when I remembered the bed, which had been delivered to the bottom of the apartment steps and still needed to be hauled to the second floor.

I got the mattress up without much issue, but the frame was heavier than expected, which was where things went sideways. As I hauled the second piece up the steps, sweating and straining under the weight, my grip slipped, sending the headboard careening backward down the stairs. My arm shot out to catch it and I realized my mistake a moment too late to stop myself from tumbling backward down the steps. I hit the bottom of the stairwell with a shriek, my face connecting with the wall in a dizzying blow. Moments later, the headboard reached the landing and toppled onto me, knocking the air from my lungs.

I groaned, my head spinning, and angrily kicked the now destroyed piece of furniture off of me. My face smarted and after a few steadying breaths, I noticed a shooting pain in my wrist. I wiggled my fingers and yelped as a lightning bolt of pain shot up my arm. A pulse of healing magic told me it was broken and I cradled it to my chest as I stood, tears beginning to fall of their own volition. Using my good arm, I pushed the splintered headboard to the side, leaving it among a heap of other discarded items left by my neighbors. As I climbed the steps once more, my body aching, I struggled to hold back sobs.

Once inside my apartment, which was now furnished with only a mattress and a small table left by the previous tenant, I allowed myself to burst into tears. It wasn’t enough that I was alone in a strange city with little money to my name, my mates were apparently ignoring me, and now I was stuck with a broken wrist and the only furniture I owned was destroyed. I curled up on the bed, drawing deep, heaving breaths as I tried to calm myself. If I let myself fixate on the situation and continue taking stock of all I had lost, I feared I would never get up again.

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“I feel like something is wrong,” Nesta whispered, curling into Cassian’s side. It was late and sleep had been eluding them both for nearly an hour. As the minutes ticked by, a strange, foreboding feeling began to grow within her. Cassian mirrored her concern, though they both reasoned it was the distance from their mate so soon after the bond snapped that had them uneasy.

“Maybe it’s a nightmare again,” Cassian murmured, eyes closed. He was far more tired than Nesta, always struggling to sleep when he was at the camps, ill memories and paranoia keeping him restless. Nesta nodded, though the thought of her mate alone and afraid was none too comforting. There was little they could do, though, so far away in the mountains, and it wasn’t as though they could burst into her room in the dead of night just for peace of mind. Cassian’s breath slowed and Nesta tried to match his, closing her eyes. In the morning, they would fly back to Velaris and go straight to the inn. They planned to invite Y/N to breakfast, hoping to make good on their promise of getting to know her. The thought of home calmed Nesta’s spirits and she finally fell asleep.

Cassian woke early in the morning, feeling slightly refreshed after a few hours of sleep. Nesta was still slumbering and he debated allowing her to sleep in but thought better of it. She would be cross if they were late returning to Velaris, and he was eager to get back as well.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he whispered, shaking her shoulders. She groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes to block the light in a move that was unreasonably endearing. Cassian chuckled, running a hand down her arm. “We’re going home,” he reminded her. That comment seemed to pull her from her fog and she sprung up, immediately moving to dress while Cassian looked on with one eyebrow cocked.

“What?” she muttered, pulling on some leather breaches.

“I feel like I should be offended,” he teased. “You weren’t nearly this eager to see me when we were first mated.”

“Luckily for both of us, Y/N is not nearly as infuriating,” she replied with a smirk. “And don’t pretend you’re not just as eager. The sun has barely risen and you’re ready to go.” He couldn’t argue with that, the urge to reunite with their mate was overpowering.

Soon, they were taking flight over the Night Court, both breathing a sigh of relief as Velaris came into view. They didn’t bother to stop at the House on the way home, landing on the street outside the inn in the midmorning hours. The innkeeper greeted them with a weary expression, “How can I help you, General, Lady?”

“We’re here to visit Y/N. She’s one of the new healers who has been staying here,” Cassian said.

“I’m afraid she checked out last night,” he replied.

“Did she leave a forwarding address?” Nesta asked urgently, placing her hands on the innkeeper’s desk, who shrunk under her steely gaze.

“She didn’t, but if you see her, I do have one piece of mail for her,” he pulled out a familiar red envelope. “I forgot to give it to her before she left.” Nesta blanched, recognizing it as the note they had sent before leaving for the camps. If she hadn’t received it, she had no idea why they hadn’t contacted her since the dinner party. Cassian let out a low rumble, snatching the envelope from the innkeep’s hand before storming off, his siphons blaring. Nesta followed close behind, clenching and unclenching her fists as she contemplated their next move.

“Fuck,” Cassian cursed, marching through the streets in no particular direction. “She could be anywhere.” It wasn’t as though she’d be impossible to find, but searching the city could take the entire day. If they were going to find her before sundown, they would need to call in an expert.

Nesta sighed, rubbing her temples, “Let’s go find Azriel.”

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That Moment of Reckoning pt 1

Where My Soul Revive is the end of a new AU series, That Moment of Reckoning is the beginning. Because I am incapable of not starting yet another project and also have wanted to do a Scarlet Pimpernel (the musical) themed series for a Very Long Time. Series is probably going to be called Into the Fire because I am predictable and that song is a banger.

The first part was shared as a What If? snippet a few months ago and has been brewing in my brain since.

The title is a line from The Riddle, a truly wonderful song about betrayal and making your way through a dangerous and uncertain world.

He’d never expected to see Severus on his knees in the drawing room. Imagined in some of his more perverted moments (described to Narcissa in the dark of her boudoir, while on his own knees before her) but his imaginings had included quite a bit less weeping.

And certainly not that amount of…mucus.

The fevered excretions of his brain had very much not included himself kneeling with Severus, desperately trying to calm the younger man. At least he’d stopped prostrating himself on the floor. That sort of thing was all well and good in the boudoir, but thoroughly unseemly in the drawing room in the middle of the afternoon. Not that anyone could tell it was even afternoon with the gale outside, beating snow against the windows with every rattling breath. Was there any time in the year so wretched as late January?

“Severus, Severus please tell me what is the matter.” He cradled the back of Severus’ head and rocked as he would with Draco.

Severus wept in response. “I can’t…I can’t,” he gasped.

“You most certainly will, my lad,” he injected what he hoped was just enough menace into his tone. “Or you shall dearly regret it.”

It had always worked on a young, recalcitrant Severus. Perhaps he still held some authority? Severus shuddered in his arms, took several deep, hitching breaths, and finally looked up at him.

“You’ll hate me.”

Uttered in such a hoarse, wrecked voice, it tore at Lucius’ heart.

“I don’t care what you’ve done, my lad. I’ll never have it in me to hate you.”

Severus coughed on a sob. “You should.”

“Just tell me. We’ll fix it.” He hoped.

“I betrayed everything.”

Lucius barely heard the admission.

“Severus, what—”

“He told me he would kill her, her child. I…I went to Dumbledore and warned him. I’ve been spying for him since late August.”

The words tumbled out, as if Severus had been desperate to tell someone. Lucius gaped for a full minute before remembering that Malfoys never gaped.

“Are you telling me,” he began slowly, marshalling his thoughts. “That the Dark Lord told you he would kill Lily Potter. Told you to your face?”

“The child…there’s a prophecy,” Severus whispered.

“Everyone knows she is your one weakness, Severus. Everyone. That includes him. She still lives because the rest of us would also like to live.”

“I don’t…Lucius, I don’t understand.”

“We all know that if any of our crowd hurt one hair on her head we would all be dead at your hand. You’re the potions expert. Avery reckons you could do it so naturally we’d all look like we had dicky hearts.”

“What?” Severus asked faintly.

“It isn’t as if you were ever subtle about her. Now, this is a bit above my line of work.”

Severus pulled back at that, hurt and fear warring in his expressive eyes.

“No, you silly baggage. We’re going to take this to Narcissa. You know she’s the brains of this outfit. Honestly, if you keep on this way you really are going to get the smack you deserve, keeping this from us.” Lucius kept up a constant scold as he hauled Severus up and chivvied him from the room.

He did not miss the surprised shudder from Severus at his threat. Regrettably, experimentation would have to wait. Severus trailed after him, all miserable sniffling and hitched breaths, as he strode up the stairs to Narcissa’s sitting room. Merlin but he missed the coziness of the Dower House at times. Cissa’s rooms were up only one flight there, not two, and were also directly off the landing. But one couldn’t avoid moving into the ancestral pile forever, not without Society talking about it. At least they’d taken the time to renovate and remove a good bit of the Dark Tat Father collected. He considered a stop in the nearest w.c. so Severus could rinse his face, but decided that it would be better for him to confess himself to Narcissa immediately.

Confess himself.

Did they ever truly leave behind the patterns from the past? He’d been thinking about patterns lately as he’d found himself slipping, more and more in recent days, into the prefect he’d been at school. Those old patterns made for an easy path with some, like the men who’d once been in his charge. Without this war…no use in dwelling on that, really. There was a war and he’d chosen a side—or had one chosen for him—a long time ago now. Another pattern there, letting his father choose for him. He wouldn’t do that with Draco. He knew all too well how dangerous that path could be. Imagine if he’d been bonded with Bellatrix? That barely bore consideration. No, he would let Draco choose his own path, even if he wished to do something ridiculous, like topiary performance art.

Could he let Severus loose on his own chosen path? Could Cissa? The mere idea of Severus spying left his blood running cold. He and Cissa rather doted on him, as if he was their first child. From a certain point of view, he was their first. Lucius shuddered to think what Severus would say about being called ‘our boy’ or ‘our lad’ in such sentimental tones. It would very likely end with Severus pitching a pot plant at his head.

He knew better than to throw anything more than a sulk Narcissa’s way.

He felt a bit as if he’d just caught Severus biting someone, yet again, and was dragging him off to Cissa’s judgment after a thundering scold as they went down the corridor to her sitting room. Not that Severus had ever actually cried over a scold as a child. No, it took something stronger to break Severus’ iron grip on his emotions. What he must have gone through to break down like that, to still feel so fragile?

“Narcissa, have you a moment?” he asked, tapping at her door. “Severus has something with which he requires assistance.”

“Of course, my darlings!” Narcissa spoke brightly as her door swung open.

It frightened him, some days, how weak she remained so long after Draco’s birth. She’d had a better day, though, and felt strong enough to be up. He didn’t like to think how her better days came so much more frequently since father’s funeral. His pulse quickened as it always did in her presence, even when she wore a high-necked flannel wrapper against the chill of the day. She still looked pale to him, though her cheeks now held a faint but healthy pink. She reclined on a low divan and Lucius took a moment to admire the way the lamplight played off her hair before he made a long arm and hauled Severus forward.

“You can tell Cissa what you told me,” he ordered, though not too sternly. Severus had been through so much already.

Severus stood for a moment, seemingly poised to flee, and then moved shakily to the divan. He sank down on his knees beside it, burying his face in the cushions, and shivered miserably. Lucius crossed the room and took one of the easy chairs. This, he thought, needed to be between Cissa and Severus.

“I…I betrayed everything…for…for Lily.” The confession came slowly, haltingly.

“What happened, dear heart?” Narcissa stroked a careful hand over his hair.

“There was a prophecy. I heard the first few lines before I was discovered.” Severus coughed, shuddered, and seemed to pull himself together though he never raised his eyes from the cushions. “I brought it to him and…last August he told me that he believed it pointed to…to her child. That he would eradicate the whole family. My boon was that she would left alive for me…if possible. I…I went to the headmaster and…and bartered my service as a spy for their protection. I betrayed all for Lily.” His voice broke at the last and Narcissa ran a gentle hand over his hair.

“And you’ve carried that for months,” she said.

“I couldn’t lie any more. Not to you. Never to you.”

“I know, my darling, I know,” Narcissa soothed. “He really told you he’d kill Lily Potter?”

“Lucius asked that too. Yes, he did.”

“It’s such an…odd choice for him to make, dear heart. Everyone knows that she has always been your one exception. I have no idea why he would tell you his plan. It makes me wonder how…well, how sane he is.”

“You think…I don’t understand,” Severus sighed.

“Malfoys always look out for their own best interests, Severus, and that includes yours. Lucius and I have had some…concerns lately, and that is all I shall say on that for the moment. The important thing now is to hear what you overheard of the prophecy, please.” She may have said please, but Lucius and Severus recognized it for an order.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies…that’s all I heard of it.”

Narcissa sat quietly for a moment, gently stroking Severus’ hair. Lucius admired the picture they made, wreathed in the sitting room’s rosy light. Severus might never be considered pretty, but he certainly had striking features, especially when he was well-rested and had eaten properly. Lucius noted the signs of neglect piling up again—the dull hair, sallow skin, and lost weight all so apparent—and wished Severus would allow them to care for him as they so wanted. What he would give to go back a few years, to shield Severus from the poison dripped into his ears by so many. A pity time turners had such narrow scope. Several people could use a good kick down the stairs.

“I would like to know,” Narcissa began. “Who hears ‘approaches’ and thinks of an unborn baby?”

“That’s what I thought!” Severus finally looked up, vindicated. “It doesn’t make sense! And it could be b-o-r-n-e and not b-o-r-n. And what calendar is it using? I got crucioed for asking that.” The last admission came sulkily.

“I think, Severus, that the time has come for us to form our own front in this…long engagement,” Narcissa said. “First, though, you are going to have something light to eat and a bath. Then you are going to sleep until you no longer look so exhausted. You did well on coming to us. Lucius and I will take this on.”

“But I can help!” Severus protested. “I didn’t tell you so I would be shunted off to the side.”

Lucius hid a smile at that. Sometimes he wondered if Severus would have been better off sorted to a different House. Hufflepuff, perhaps, given that damned tenacious loyalty of his. He’d give his all, and do it well, even as he swayed on his feet from exhaustion. Blessedly, Narcissa always had a knack for managing him.

“You will in the future. Right now you can help most by sleeping and eating while Lucius and I handle the family part of this. We’ll make everything come out right, darling, but there are a few pieces that must be handled delicately. Grandfather will help, I believe, but I must go see him.”

Severus, disgruntled, allowed himself to be packed off to his usual room. Lucius assisted Narcissa in rising from her divan and gave her his arm for the long walk to her dressing room.

“What exactly has Arcturus Black to do with all this?” Lucius asked.

“Where James Potter dwells so to does Sirius Black.” Narcissa leaned against him, a weakness she would never show to any other. “James is also kin to the main Black line. Grandfather would sooner eat his own cane than allow harm to come to his heir or…not to put too fine a point on it, but James Potter may well have sired the next heir after Sirius.”

Lucius took a moment to appreciate that she would trust him with that.

“But our Draco?”

“Unfortunately, our marriage put him out of eligibility. Malfoy magic is jealous magic, my love, and refuses to share her next Paterfamilias. Now, what color do you think grandfather would enjoy seeing me in most? He’s such a…a selective man that I never quite know what to choose.”

“Why not the rose pink walking suit?” Lucius patted her hand. He knew better than to press when it came to the Black family and their secrets. “You look lovely in it and the embroidery is a work of art. I believe he objects most strongly to those who won’t learn what suits and is suitable, and then look a fright at his dinner table, like your Aunt Walburga, who will wear claret where burgundy would suit better.”

“The wool is gorgeously warm. And I have my white furs…but such a bright pink in January? Do you think grandfather would find it frivolous?”

“You have the cardinal or the sapphire if you think the rose too unseasonal. I think the French tailoring keeps it from frivolity. He does approve of robes from France.” Lucius opened the door to her dressing room and brought her to the vanity. “Shall I leave you?”

“No.” Narcissa caught his hand. “Stay with me. We can decide on an approach together.”

He smiled down at her and then went to fetch the walking suits they’d discussed. No need to call for help when he could play Lady’s Maid just as well.

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officialinuyasha · 7 months

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Yashahime Manga Volume 2 - Bonus Interview with Rumiko Takahashi and Takashi Shiina

The long-awaited interview with Rumiko Takahashi, legendary creator of Inuyasha, and Takashi Shiina, who pens Yashahime, continues! How was it reading Takahashi's manga for the first time? Shiina: I read Urusei Yatsura in middle school when it was first serialized, and I thought, "This is the start of something big!" It was set in a fantasy manga world, but the characters were modeled after real people. I was surprised that they seemed like they were really there. I thought, "If you can make these characters seem real, imagine the potential for other manga!" That's how Takahashi's work became the catalyst for me to enter the manga world. That's how great an impact she made on me. What do you mean, "it seemed like they were really there"? Shiina: The characters in manga up till then would express themselves directly and pretty much mean what they said. That was the norm, especially with kids' manga. But when Takahashi came onto the scene, her characters' speech had subtext. Previously, characters lacked dimension and nuance. Her portrayal of multi- dimensional characters was a leap forward. Plus, her stories were slapstick comedies. Those two elements in one manga really surprised me. Takahashi, were you conscious of this innovation when drawing your manga? Takahashi: I didn't think about it at all. I've always just wanted to have fun drawing manga and hoped that my audience would laugh along. I love shonen manga, and I was reading a lot of that at the time. What Shiina is describing is something I learned from a variety of sources. I think when I began working professionally, I'd been stockpiling inspiration from manga and novels. Those were the elements I wanted to put into my work, and I guess everything just clicked into place.

^ Lum and Ataru from Urusei Yatsura, the manga that inspired Shiina. Takahashi, what was the first manga by Shiina that you read? Takahashi: I read his four-panel joke manga Shiina Department Store. When the series began in Sunday, I thought to myself, "It looks so effortless. How can it be so good when he isn't a veteran manga artist?" I wondered what he had worked on before to get to that level. When Ghost Sweeper Mikami began, I really enjoyed its momentum. Shiiina's work still has that energy. I can tell he puts a lot of thought into his characters. His manga are such a pleasure to read. Those were my first impressions of him.

^ From the short story "Pocket Knight," included in Shiina Department Store, one of Shiina's first works.

Do you think it was the near-professional quality of his work that led you to believe that his first series was effortless? Takahashi: That's right. It just appeared one day in Sunday without any fanfare. I remember reading it uncritically. He was so young yet so professional. Shiina: (LOL). Takahashi herself appeared in Ghost Sweeper Mikami. How did that happen? Shiina: Well, I asked her if I could put her in the manga. (LOL) I wanted to have a 1970s vibe when I flashed back to Mikami's boss's younger days-like a time-travel story. At that time, Narita International Airport was still being built, and the Shinjuku skyscrapers didn't exist. But those details alone would have been boring, so I wanted to add in some of Sunday's history. I told Takahashi that I wanted to include a scene about the moment Urusei Yatsura was born. I asked her permission, and then I went ahead with it. She got mad at me afterwards though. (LOL) Takahashi: He asked me for permission, and I said, "Sure." I let him take care of the rest. (LOL). I think it's another interesting feature of Shiina's storytelling style.

^ Rumiko Takahashi appears from Ghost Sweeper Mikami vol. 37 on. It's totally her!

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elk96 · 7 months

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Hey, this just occurred to me haha

I was wondering if you could do a male dom reader x Cillian, please. 🫶

Where the reader and Cillian had a relationship when they were younger but Cillian decided to end it for x reason and each one went their own way and made their lives, from that day on he didn't hear from Cillian again, until after a while the reader goes to a premiere and they meet again, making the reader remember him and the moments they had as a couple, falling in love with Cillian again

I'm sorry for my bad English.

We Will Make It Work

Cillian Murphy X Male Reader

Warnings: smut, anal sex, oral sex

Words: 2559

No disrespect to Cillian Murphy, it's just a story.

The atmosphere at the premiere was dazzling, photographers, reporters, haughty actors. You blinked harshly as the flash of the camera blinded your eyes. An arm slipped through yours, you flinched as the director of the movie came next to you. Her white dress came in sharp contrast with your dark, red suit, but so did your temperaments. You had been working as director of photography in television and films for almost fifteen years now, but you had yet to get accustomed to the intense lifestyle of the job. You tried your best not to θαscrunch your face as the woman next to you smiled for the cameras.

"Come on, let's go", she said sweetly, tagging your sleeve, and you followed her through a sea of people, only to find yourself nearer the center stage.

It was a double premiere that day, a shared date for the two movies released together. You realized you had come to where the stars of the other film were, much to your confusion.

"It's so good to see you, it's been a long time", your partner said. You snapped your head at her place.

Your breath itched.

"Yeah, I know -good to see you too", the man in front of her answered shyly.

His accent is a lot more subtle, you thought immediately, still too surprised to speak.

"Um, meet Y/N", she introduced you, nodding to extend your arm for the customary handshake.

He smiled before you could even draw in a second breath.

"Oh, we actually know each other", he said with his soft voice. "We used to hang around, some ages ago".

"You're making me look old as well"!, you complained, the memories easing your anxiety.

"But that's lovely"!, the woman next to you exclaimed. "I've wanted you to meet for so long, you seem to have the same style in work so I thought a collaboration would be ideal"!

"Y/N! They're asking for you buddy-hello everybody. Come on"!, urged one of the movie's actors, and you let him guide you away.

Your relationship wasn't as casual as Cillian had made it seem. You could still see him in your mind as he was back then, that disheveled mop, the little scar on his chin, his skinny form.

He hadn't aged a day, you smiled, apart perhaps from those laugh lines in his eyes and around his mouth, the deep wrinkles on his forehead.

Funny enough, the smell of sunscreen and sea air engulfed you- the perfume of one of the ladies attending, and it took you back to your very first kiss.

You were casually sitting by the dock near his family house at Cork, early in the morning, waiting for the rest of your friends to arrive. The seagulls were diving in the sea searching for fish, the sun sparkled at the even surface of the water. Cillian was picking up the wood, going on and on about life and how he wanted to change things in Ireland. And then, the world felt silent, and he came to sit closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, a large hand coming up to the side of your neck.

You had leaned in without second thought, pressing your mouth against his soft, plump lips. He'd clumped to your lap soon after, hands roaming each other's bodies, sincere and passionate as young love is.

You shivered on the memory, feeling your heartbeat flutter under your chest.

You tried to observe him from afar without ignoring too much the ones talking to you. He still seemed shy. Still, stiff, polite, flashing everybody gracious smiles.

It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years you had barely heard of him, and that only through some crappy interviews. Gradually, new things had come into your life, travels, friends, you'd managed to fill the gap in your chest.

Seeing him so unexpectedly made you realize the pull on you he had still.

—--

"And this is your room card sir, enjoy your stay", the receptionist said, her mouth pulling in a grimace that resembled a smile. You took them with slow moves, huffing and picking up your baggage. You climbed up the stairs in heavy steps, unaware of the pair of eyes pinned to your form.

You laid in your bed, tossing and turning as the night went on.

I should've called. Found a way

somehow, you repeated in your foggy mind.

After the best year of your life, your relationship came to an end. You had received a scholarship in Budapest, ensuring the best possible development for your career.

Perhaps humans were too powerful to stay together, and so Zeus separated them, you remembered the old myth.

Cillian's aunt had fallen sick, and since his siblings were little and had to stay with his parents, he was the only one who could take care of her. That, and the job opportunities ahead led him to London.

It was still painful to recall your last day together, because you both knew it was the world getting between you, and who could fight the whole world?

A knock on your door sent you jumping to your feet. You held your breath, listening in for another noise. Nothing came. You sighed in annoyance-you and your damned nerves, but as you buried yourself under the cushions, you heard a soft voice. An unmistakable voice, calling out your name.

You very much ran to open the door.

"Cillian"?, you blurted out, seeing him outside your room still in his suit.

"Hello…Um, I…asked the receptionist for the number of your room…and I've been trying to gather the courage to come to you for two hours now…".

He gave you another one of his cute, shy smiles and you felt your knees go weak.

"Come on in", you said simply, your voice hoarse.

He sat at the edge of your small bed, accepting the cup of tea you offered him.

"Those insulated bottles are amazing, I made some tea to help me sleep and it's still warm", you muttered just to fill the silence.

"Yet you're still awake", Cillian said sympathetically.

You cast him a long gaze, letting the feeling of familiarity settle inside your stomach. Fifteen years can be a long time, actually, almost everything had changed.

You tried to shake off the heat pooling in your stomach and heart. He had just come to talk.

"I had things in my mind", you answered at last.

"Your film was amazing. Best cinematography I've seen in a long time".

You smiled, his soft voice music to your ears, taking you back to times when he'd so passionately encourage you to follow your dream.

"You were right after all. I did have what it took to succeed".

Cillian nodded in agreement, his fairy, freckled skin illuminated by a small lamp.

"What happened to your aunt"?, you asked hesitantly.

"She's all right. She needed a lot of care and help for the first eight months, but now, she's fine. Living with my parents".

"I'm glad to hear that. What else? What has changed in your life since then, Cilly"?, you laughed and watched him swallow harshly at the nickname.

"Not much. I've been blessed with some truly amazing projects…but nothing interesting and not work related", he huffed, lost in thought. "You? 'd you find anyone…good"?

You lowered your eyes, a slight smile tagging at the edge of your lips. I wouldn't be here if I had, you wanted to say, but after all this time you were lacking the courage.

"No. Not yet. To be honest, I'm kind of convinced I'll end up spending all my money on cat food", you chuckled.

Cillian laughed along with you, his eyes creasing in the corners.

You took a sip of your tea as he fidgeted with his fingers. Both of you searched desperately for a topic to talk about but suddenly all things in life seemed incredibly dull, unimportant.

You waited for him to say something, explain why he'd come to your room in the middle of the night…until you remembered he was never one to take the first step.

"You need to take off that suit, you know? It looks fucking uncomfortable", you mumbled, observing his face.

Cillian sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your lips brushed the fabric of his shirt. You waited, feeling your pulse beat in every part of your body.

The rejection you feared never came. Before you knew it your lips were touching the soft skin of his neck, feeling his warmth. You re-adjusted your position, a hand running over his chest and stomach as you licked behind his ear, biting his earlobe.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this", Cillian breathed, tilting his head back. You nipped at his skin, hearing his breath itch as you worked your way to his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around you, lips crushing against each other in a feverish kiss. You sucked on his tongue, making him moan loudly.

"I want you", he murmured in between the kisses. "I want you. I've missed you".

A growl escaped you as you helped him off his shirt, pushing him on the bed, climbing on top of him. You took a minute to admire his body, thin and toned as you remembered it. You sucked at the column of his neck, enjoying the slight bruising of the skin. You kissed his nipple, tagging at it softly with your lips. Cillian's chest was falling and rising rapidly, already overwhelmed with the sensations.

During your first month or so he would hold back, hide his reactions, tone down his responses. You'd had to make him lose complete control of himself to actually, finally hear him, and ever since, you settled for no less.

You licked a long stripe down his stomach, teasing the thin skin between his ribs.

"Hurry up", Cillian complained with a whine.

You bit his lips in a harsh kiss before doing what he wanted, unbuttoning and getting rid of his pants. You tagged at his underwear and soon it was gone as well, leaving you with the sight of his throbbing cock, his big balls.

You spat on his head, teasing it with the tip of your tongue while your wet hands massaged his balls.

You took one of it in your mouth, sucking lightly, watching him in awe arch his back.

You smeared the precum all over his cock, a devilish smile on your face.

"Stop teasing Y/N", he threatened, his voice in complete contrast to his needy whine.

"Or what"?, you asked, taking both his balls into your mouth. Cillian yelped in pain and pleasure as you grazed them with your teeth, sucking strongly. Your hand pumped his cock in tight, small motions and soon his moans reached your ears. You raised your head, fisting his dick, taking in his form. Mouth open, eyes tightly shut, head fallen back, fingers twisted in the sheets. His breath was erratic.

"You gonna cum Cilly"?, you asked hoarsely. "Mmh"?

You ducked your head, burying his cock in your throat.

"Yeah…don't stop", he answered through his groans, his words cut short as his orgasm hit him.

He whined and trembled, thick ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. You tried not to swallow it, enjoying his salty taste.

Once he fell heaving to the mattress you climbed on top of him, arms pressing him down. He opened his mouth to receive your kiss, and you connected your lips eagerly.

"Swallow".

Cillian smiled, swallowing his cum, finding your lips again in a sloppy kiss.

"I'm talented with my mouth too", he whispered, his arm finding your cock.

You looked him in the eyes, your gaze endearing, his defiant. You turned your body, your back facing the ceiling, cock pressed forcefully against Cillian's mouth.

You groaned softly as he began sucking on it, tongue swirling over your slit.

"I've missed you", you said again, eyes fluttering shut. Cillian moaned to show his agreement, sending reverberations through your whole body.

You then raised his legs, folding them over your head, finding his hole. You rubbed circles around the tight skin, pushing a finger inside.

Cillian moaned again, and soon the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of tongue against flesh, your fingers opening him up slowly for your cock, moans you had been waiting years to release.

"Stop", you said after a while. Cillian was still eagerly taking you deep, ignoring the strain in his neck.

"You filthy bastard", you chuckled, getting away from him before it all ended too soon. Cillian smiled at you, lips shining spit, and you trapped him underneath you, kissing him hungrily.

With a disappointed groan you got of the bed, searching his drawer for a condom. You rolled it over your shaft quickly, going back to him.

Your moves synchronized, you both got on your knees, Cillian's back pressed tight against your chest. You ran your hands over his taut bodice, rubbing his cock as you entered him slowly. His brows connected into a frown, mouth falling open.

"So how does it feel to have me fill you after all these years"? you whispered in his ear.

You started moving, slow and sensual, enjoying his tightness.

"I wanna hear you love". You thrusted harder, slow but deep.

Cillian let out a long whine.

"That's better".

"Harder. I want it harder", he begged.

You grabbed his arms, folding them over his stomach, using them to keep yourself steady. You snapped your hips quickly, growling like an animal in his ear. His whines kept getting smaller and smaller, signaling his orgasm. You took his cock in your hands, fucking him harder than any other time before.

"I'm close, 'm close Y/N", he breathed out.

"Cum for me Cilly", you growled, your own head getting foggy and heavy as your orgasm hit you. You had strength for a few more sloppy thrusts, Cillian's cock softening in your hand.

You felt him collapse onto you, too far gone in pleasure.

You kissed his neck tenderly, revisiting your lovemarks from earlier.

"The make-up artist is gonna kill me tomorrow", he murmured.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to go down the stairs love. Unless I pull out".

Cillian whined in complaint but your position left no other option. You pulled out of him, throwing the condom away quickly.

Cillian was lying limp in the covers as you left him.

"Wore you off"?, you asked cheekily.

"You wish, you bastard", he bit back laughing. You hugged him tightly, pulling the covers over your naked body, carefully avoiding the wet spot on the sheets.

"I've been thinking about you. All these years, no matter who I'd meet", Cillian whispered, his voice raspy.

You kissed him softly, admiring his beauty once again.

"What's gonna happen now"? he whispered.

You sucked in a deep breath. Everything that had happened suddenly felt more real with his question. You'd broken up not because of lack of love, but because your lives were so different…and now…Had that really changed now?

"Do you love me"?, you asked, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"I love you Y/N".

"Then we'll make it work. Because I love you too Cilly".

You brushed his cheekbones, your heart full of the warmth and happiness you'd always associated with his smell.

"I've never been happier to attend a premiere", he whispered, giving you a peck on the lips.

Cillian settled against your chest, a content little sight leaving him before he was fast asleep.

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