#THE STORY CAPTURED MY IMAGINATION!!! THANK U FOR EXISTING!!!

[littledashdraws]

fates is the game that introduced me to fire emblem, so it holds a very special place in my heart. happy 7th anniversary!!!

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe14 #based ryoma off of his feh legendary (with some personal adjustments) #and drew xander in my own legendary design for him. #its MY anniversary art and I get to decide what he wears!!!!!! #wouldn't it be so funny if feh released a trailer for legendary xander this month and it was Distinctly Different from this #(this is me begging for legendary xander this month. i want to see him) #i don't mind if it immediately outdates this art. it would be worth it #ANYWAY IM STILL VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH FATES!!!! #THE STORY CAPTURED MY IMAGINATION!!! THANK U FOR EXISTING!!!

[romirola]

hey there! I love ur writings 😭😭🤍🤍 just a question, why do u use Asher's fan last name instead of the canon one? no criticism or anything just curious

Hi, Anon! Thanks so much for the compliment. I'm so happy to hear you enjoy the stories.

Asher's full name being "Asher James-Darragh O’Connell" is a headcanon that the amazing @floofdeloop creatively crafted in our conversations while I was writing this Asher-centric story, Stronger Together. As you can see from the publishing date of 31/3/2022, this was well before we had a canon reveal for Asher's last name. Since then, I used that last name in a few other fics and, you're right, I continue to do so even after the canon surname reveal.

Part of the story behind that name is to imagine Asher as Irish-American. In fact, as I have been informed, "O'Connell" roughly translates to "heart of a wolf" in Irish, which I feel is super fitting for Asher. That headcanon also allowed for me to support and to develop the idea that Asher's parents are Irish immigrants, who had come to America as humanborn wolves, with no knowledge of magic's existence and no pack. Eventually, they found a new home and new life with Gabe Shaw and his newly forming pack. If you're interested, I reference that backstory a little bit in this fic (published 21/1/2022), but I actually wrote a much more in-depth flashback scene featuring young Asher and his parents, Ciaran and Áine, in this fic (published 02/01/2023.) The name "O'Connell" is so intrinsic to these headcanons, and, in my opinion, captures the essence of Asher so, so well!! Because of that, I much prefer to follow through with my headcanon and all it offers the characters.

In short, I like "O'Connell" and all it stands for better, so that's what I use! That is the beauty of fanfiction. Thanks for indulging me in offering that lengthy explanation, Anon. If you've any follow-up questions about this (or anything else!), please reach out! Have a wonderful day/night!

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted asher #redacted asher o'connell #thank you!

[himemeiya]

Stumbled upon your blog yesterday and realised you were the one behind the Utena Bet On it AMV, plus all the other videos on that channel! I had a friend who had already watched RGU reccomend the show to me and when I finished the finale she sent me a bunch of videos, essays, meta, memes she really liked about Utena. Out of the videos your vine videos, your bet on it amv and your tiktok sounds utena videos all featured as Things U Gotta Watch. Top Tier. And they are! I cannot stress how good they are. I've got a friend I'm trying to get to watch utena and I'm already prepared to send your whole channel her way.

Like, your Bet On It amv is just crazy - to the point I associate the whole song with utena instead of high school musical. High School Musical Who? I have driven home from work with the song blasting and in my head I'm thinking of the corrosponding imagery in my head. listened to the song a LOT just thinking of the amv. 'blame the world but never blame you' and it focusing on anthy. the start 'everybodys tryna get in my head' with everyone who manipluates utena? the bridge speeding up through all their utena/anthys relationship until utena gets up again at the climax of the song? This video is a masterpiece.

The vines and the tiktok sounds are soooo spot on and hilarious. every onee. and seeing an upbeat version of 'empty chairs at empty tables' to the end of utena emotionally altered something in me oh my lordie. I got introduced to the song The Draw from your other amv, which is SO PERFECT for the black rose arc?

And as a Lizzy McApline fan the ceilings youtube short took me OUT! the way the details about the car, the lines about 'you dont exist' being applied to utena's prince/akio, 'story ive seen before' being the prince/princess/witch ohturi mythology and ending with anthy at the end....... !!!!

All this to say I love all your utena edits on youtube and will be watching them many times over, as well as showing them to other people. Great work. ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

🥺 This message is so damn nice and I have reread it multiple times cause oh my god your appreciation of my videos just makes me so happy and I'm so glad you watched and enjoyed them!! 😭 The support I've gotten from the fandom is very heartwarming, I just love it!!!

Yes hehe I'm the one behind all those videos! The Bet On It video specifically was one that lived in my head for YEARS until I finally sat down and decided to make it everyone else's problem too 😂 I would just listen to the song on repeat while geting overly emotional imagining Utena's journey and the fact I was tearing up to a Troy mf Bolton song was so unhinged 💀 yet now look at me, I have spread my vision like a plague amongst the fandom and everyone else gets to be just as unhinged over the golf course disney movie meme song as I am ⛳️ I would have it no other way. My favorite comments on that video are the ones along the lines of "I clicked this thinking it was gonna be funny but now I'm crying" cause if that doesn't just sum up the experience of Revolutionary Girl Utena itself then idk what does 😂

RGU's tonal conflict is one of my favorite things so choosing goofy audios for the end of the show was such a treat lmfao. And ugh The Draw is just such a good and ominous song. I rlly love how the Black Rose arc is all about radicalizing character's emotions to the point where they'll do anything to get what they think will fix their lives. Reverse therapy with Mikage is a hell of a drug. 🦋☞

I rlly feel like Ceilings captures that self-sacrificial "first love" feeling so many girls go through (especially with men) where they're uncomfortable and can't be open but ignore all those red flags until it gets to a point where things crumble and they realize the relationship never existed how they were imagining it. GAH THE FEELINGSSSS.

Sheesh thank you so much again for this message, it really brightened my week and was so touching to read. 😭💜 If I may humbly offer some video suggestions (if you haven't already watched them) I really love the For Your Love amv by Mari F and the Utena in 7 Minutes amv by Akilice. The first rlly captures that melancholic yet hopeful tone of Utena & Anthy and the latter has the audacity to make me emotional over a goddamn acapella Hamilton mashup of all things 💀 (the It's Quiet Uptown part literally destroys me every time.....). Digi Story has an Utena Deep Dive Analysis that I really enjoy, he talks about how RGU is "prismatic" in it's storytelling where there's no singular interpretation because there's just so much to look at and analyze. And finally, the Therefore You and Me animatic by edsartfactory literally changed my life it's ridiculously good!!

AHH thanks once again and I hope you have a great weekend!! 💞

#long post lolol #notorioushiphopcrew #my post #ask #GAH you are so lovely thank you

[skeppsbrott]

I’D LOVE IT IF WE MADE IT :: A Cronus/Meenah fanmix

A playlist about the two-person project of travelling to the abyss and back.

We’ve been stuck now for so long, we just got the start wrong, one more last try, I will get the ending right

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INTRO: Ms. Lauryn Hill Doo Wop (That Thing)

1. The 1975 Love It If We Made It  2. Ed Sheeran Don’t  3. Veronica Maggio Fiender Är Tråkigt  4. Gloria Jones Tainted Love  5. Bruce Springsteen Pink Cadillac  6. Carly Rae Jepsen Boy Problems  7. The Cure Boys Don’t Cry  8. Ellie Goulding On My Mind  9. Prince Nothing Compares 2 U  10. Agnes One Last Time  11. The White Stripes I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself  12. Miriam Bryant Black Car  13. Maroon 5 This Love  14. Kate Nash Drink About You  15. Marianas Trench Haven’t Had Enough

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57 MINUTES || SPOTIFY LINK

We should have been friends, friends are forever, would keep you around. It is so dull, being enemies, so unbearably dull.

Whew!

First off - that second quote is a paraphrase translation of the chorus to “Fiender är Tråkigt”, thank you Veronica Maggio for filling my life with all the most delicious messy relationship pop songs.

The illustration is mine, because I saw someone ask about it.

There’s a few tricks in this one. Most obviously there’s an even match of male and female vocalists and an (almost) back-and-forth structure with regards to that. While it doesn’t really come off in the cover art, in my mind this is a story of two people who are equally terrible for and towards each other, so it was important for me to balance the perspectives. Along that axis there’s also three (in my mind) matching pairs of songs:

Don’t and On My Mind are famously two sides of the same event. Goulding picks up Sheeran’s lyrics in the refrain, “you don’t fuck mess with love”, making for a pair of pop songs which are perhaps not revolutionary but hold a dear place in my heart. It’s a whole mess from start to finish and I think they capture it well - the ways we assume we understand other people’s intentions and the ways our own feelings neither exist in a vacuum nor are particularly predictable.

Pink Cadillac is a song I’ve pegged as a Cronus/Meenah song for a while now and here I think it pairs well with Black Car. I have to imagine that Bryant’s lovers car is equally classic, if perhaps not as expensive or flashy, a keen reminder of the aesthetics of relationships which very few of us are immune to.

Nothing Compares 2 U and Tainted Love are classics today better known by their cover versions. Simple as that.

Other notes:

I feel like Marianas Trench are decidedly uncool on account of having been a tumblrcore staple back in 2013, but “we’ve been stuck now for so long, we just got the start wrong, one more last try” is too good a lyric for this to pass up. Similarly, Maroon 5 are indefensibly uncool in 2022, but I’d argue that This Love is still really good, at least if you can stop thinking about Levine’s thirteen other songs about the anguish of being desired carnally by women with whom he has no hope of any sustainable romantic relationship.

One Last Time is a heartbreaking song in the same tradition as Rihannas Unfaithful and I think Meenah deserved a moment of anguish.

Finally, Doo Wop (That Thing) does not neccessarily fit into the narrative as a main character, which is why it’s an intro. Imagine Ms. Lauryn Hill as a muse, if you will, giving a unheeded word of caution.

#homestuck fanart #homestuck fanmix #homestuck playlist #cromeen #cronus ampora #meenah peixes #my playlist #Homestuck #bluh bluh #my art

[mandalhoerian]

ayup it’s the person that sent those vera things like a week ago ?? yk the one that made a fool of themself by rambling about ur oc ! anyways i reread it bc ofc i did and. idk. it’s such an amazing fic like genuinely and i felt a need to express it. like outside of how well-thought vera is and how interesting her dynamics with marvin + leon are (and claire ofc) and just. the pacing and story progression. it’s all so well done. and i’m sure someone has told u this in ur ao3 comments but the way ur reinterpreting canon a lil and having vera shake things up is so fun and genuinely interesting which is why i went back and reread it all. it feels like there’s a lot i kinda missed the first time round with the nuances of vera’s character which was. very fun to go back around and see again. hope ur doing well <3

HI OMG WELCOME BACK IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU

(you aren't a fool it's my inspiration and motivation juice YOU TAKE THAT BACK🔪)

first of all you are A CHAD. The fic is 100K words oh god I can't imagine -- im happy it was more enjoyable the second time around at least 😭😭😭😭 It's amazing to hear that despite the fat word count, you think the pacing and progression is going well!

Unrelated tidbit but I really didn't know how to introduce Vera before starting the fic and was debating on starting from pre-RE2R in the summer of 1998, spend five chapters and so with Vera assisting Jill in her investigation and unravel things from there. But at the end I was like "literally nobody would read that" and thought what best technique is there by starting right in the middle of action and chaos? And the rest I winged it.

That had to mean I had to go through EVERYTHING about her life and how she got to that point by peppering the events throughout the plot as Leon and her story also progressed alongside it, and I couldn't gloss over anything, so it just expanded and expanded and expanded and I'm sure got boring as hell at places since she hides a bunch of shit from the others and good god do they have to be integrated to the plot of re2r AND UGHHHHHHHH. Thank you for telling me I havent messed up LMAOOOOOOO

About the canon. I have a bone to pick with some of the game and the story, I don't like how they went about a couple of things. This is me trying to lay the groundwork to fix them and everything by tweaking .

For example Leon pulling the "i have to talk to the chief first" bs and saying "Idk what happened it happened to fast" to ada like he was trying to make excuses like a child to his parent really irked me, especially in the original re2 he bent over backwards to get ben out of the cell so he could come along with them. (dont talk to me about how a law-abiding rookie he's supposed to be. that could have been done better. leon simply isn't a person to leave someone like that, and he was hearing about chef irons the writing on that could have been better) And the way Claire and Leon barely interacted when they are the core of re2 together was just not it. The lack of Sherry and Leon together was also weird when Sherry is a big part of why he was taken by the government and stayed, and how Sherry blatantly says he saved her in RE6. (I know they just completely wiped the slate clean off Sherry and Leon with RE4R backstory by just saying Leon just didnt have a choice but like. yeah) and also Ada. God Ada "(to the woman she wants to discreetly capture. since she's A SPY) We're here for the g-virus and i will now proceed to jump in front of the bullets" & "Where's Leon when I need him (has treated him as a nuisance the whole way)" Wong. Im sure there are a lot more things but i cant think of them rn but I am annoyed with Things

SORRY I JUST WENT OFF ON A TANGENT. But like. Having Vera involved and having her existence be a reason on changing things around is so much fun. I could just expand on child experimentation and the truth of the orphanage through her, it was always something wildly bothering me that they kept that plot so subtle in Claire's story. Birkins (or maybe just William. we'll never know) were using children in G-virus experiments WHY DIDNT THEY TALK ABOUT THAT MORE DUDE? That's why canon divergence makes things so much more interesting because it's not just transcribing the game and inserting an OC along the way, it's changing things and making new things up, keeping things fresh

GOD I TALKED SO MUCH SORRY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!!!!

#an ask for shai #era: no time to die #shai just keep it to a minimum challenge

[jeffverse]

Ngjgjfggjhg i just read the explanation and honestly that's a very good idea?? (And i understood perfectly your explanation so that's a plus) I really liked the concept of how they all could possibly end up interacting and it's very fun to imagine their dynamics and stories since creepypasta is meant to be a blank canvas and jeffverse kinda of captures this idea very well, wish people would do it more often. kudos to you!

LOL THANK U. it’s very hard explaining how everything works bc we’ve been working on it by ourselves for so long and a lot of the information we have has just been through various conversations over the past year or two. it’s pretty much just slender mansion except they’re all jeff the killer 💀. character dynamics is one of our favorite things to play with, when we used to make new jeff’s we’d all make little charts explaining how the existing ones would react to the new ones. we don’t do that anymore because we don’t make new ones, it would just be too much of an implementation for the already existing “ecosystem” basically (but we do make new side characters and mc’s on occasion bc they aren’t as much of a change). there’s a lot of dynamics and mini stories mixed in.

we do rlly appreciate it tho. jeffverse and my other blog killersnarl have inspired a few creators in their time so far and it’s nice to see.

- mod lucia

#ask #jeffverse

[starlightxsvt]

—Playboy | y.jh (M)

pairing ➳ dom!Jeonghan x sub!inexperienced!female reader

genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project.

word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped 😀)

warnings ➳ profanities, drinking, smoking, blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap(not mentioned), soft playful dom Jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as a restraint 😳, daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction guys!! be safe irl), virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes 😭

synopsis ➳ you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // playboy- exo// sugar- maroon 5 // guys my age- hey violet // anytime anywhere- kevin oh // orion's belt- sabrina caludio // all my love- seventeen // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge

A/N: The second installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project is here!! So, I decided to change his hair colour midway because of the Elle 95line photoshoot. Jeonghan has black hair there and that photoshoot SCREAMS sugar daddy vibes so yeah, you are getting the best of both worlds here LMAO. I had the best time writing this, especially the stealing part lol and maybe that's why this has been released a lil earlier than I originally anticipated. The story just came naturally to me, ya know? BUT, for Joshua's story...I have nothing planned, like nothing so who knows if it'll be released in this lifetime 💀. Oh, and also thank y'all for a thousand followers, srsly, guys thank u so much😭. I'll stop blabbering now and let you read. Lemme know what you think and I'll see you all in hell! 😘

when you think it's too late,

you've already fallen for me,

it's out of your control

you knew everything from the start

and now you're blaming it on me?

Your hands dance over his thighs to capture his attention as the man next to keeps entertaining his friend, completely ignoring your existence.

You have been doing this for a while but your companion has shown great self control, definitely not one to give in so easily. You know he's doing this on purpose, it's in his nature to tease you and have you desperate.

Huffing, you retract your hand and sip your martini, playing with the olive sitting on one side of the glass as your eyes mindlessly wander around. You watch the bartender in the distance, his hands moving skillfully as he prepares drinks for the customers and you scoff a little how ironic it is.

About two months earlier, you were in his place, preparing drinks till your hand hurt. You never imagined yourself here, on the opposite side, sipping drinks instead of making them, dressed in the prettiest clothes and jewelry, with an ungodly beautiful man who you couldn't even dream of having.

Yoon Jeonghan.

The story of how you two met still flusters you and sitting here, on the same place where you first met him brings back the still fresh memories as if it all happened yesterday.

He's here again. This is the third time you are seeing him in this bar, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine while everybody else looks like what they should after a long day; tired, ordinary.

He stands out easily, his hair painted in a beautiful, eye-catching shade of blond, an easy smile on his lips, dressed in a suit that costs three months of your rent. His features are extremely striking and charming, so much so that once you see him, you can't get him out of your head. You are sure you have never seen any man this attractive in your lifetime. His aura is playful yet controlling, movements confident, like he owns the place- which he does. There used to be rumors going around about how he owns this club and a share in ten others, which later turned out to be true.

Like a magnet, your eyes can't help looking at him every so often as you prepare the continuous orders of drinks. It also doesn't help that a flock of girls surrounds him all the time, handsy and giggly, though their number today seems to be a little less than other days.

Today he seems to be here to enjoy the company of his friends rather than any female, though some ladies accompany their group, one of their hands resting on his thigh as she sits close to him.

You have been working at this place for about a month and it has become a habit to observe and in turn judge the people that come here while preparing drinks. Yoon Jeonghan is one of them, one who you love to judge. You sound petty even to yourself but everytime you see that man, strolling around, all playful smiles and flirty eyes you can't help but feel a little jealous. That man literally has the perfect life, the looks, the money, the company- everything. And you often feel annoyed when he would buy drinks and leave a huge amount of tips- like yeah, everyone around here knows you are dripping with money, no need to rub it in our faces. Most of the time, the servers or the waiters would pocket them, beating you to it, irking you further.

You are too lost in your train of petty thoughts to realize that the man you have been thinking about stands right in front of you. "Hello?" He calls you and you blink, staring at him dumbly for a second before putting on a professional smile.

"Hello sir, what can I get you?"

With a lazy smile, he plops down on a stool. "A scotch please."

Nodding you reach for the bottle to pour him his order, while his eyes wander, looking around the counter. "Taking a break from your company?" You ask as you serve him his drink, chin jutting out to point behind him as his friends lay on the couch with their eyes closed, probably drunk.

"Yep. Seems like I'm the only one who's still sober," he throws you a playful grin and you nod before tending to other customers, while he sips the scotch and scrolls through his phone.

Every so often you take looks at him through the corner of your eye, his ethereal profile looking even more eye catching underneath the club lights. His hair is a little messy, in the sexiest way possible and he has discarded his green suit jacket which leaves him in a black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. Though the lighting is not the best right now, you can see how the material hugs his strong chest and shoulders tight. Your eyes trail down to his hands, long and lithe, perfect fingers clad in a bunch of expensive rings. You would like to think you don't have a hand fetish but damn, his hands are beautiful just like the rest of him and you wonder how they would feel to touch.

Your wandering eyes stop on his wristwatch glinting underneath the lights, a silver Rolex if you had to guess, with yellow gold highlights, which he has taken off and put on the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with it. A woman suddenly asks for a gin and tonic, diverting your attention from the man as you busy yourself with her order. You don't notice that one of his friends walks over to him to drag him back to the crowd and when you look back to where he was sitting, it's empty.

Empty except for the watch he was wearing, still left on the counter, probably forgotten by him.

Oh, how unfairly, filthily, loaded he must be to forget something that expensive.

Normally, you would like to consider yourself as a person with good morals but the longer you stare at the abandoned watch, glinting underneath the lights, almost calling to you, the more immoral thoughts gather in your mind. It also doesn't help that the flow of orders suddenly stops, making the counter empty, leaving you to do nothing as people dance and chat amongst themselves.

Maybe this is a test. The almighty is testing you, your morality, but it looks like you are going to fail dramatically because the more you stare at the watch, the more temptation you feel. You can sell that watch for a good 10k.

Other than the loans and bills that you have to pay off, you need to pay for your brother's college tuition. And damn it, do you need money right now. The thought of providing a better life for Chan seems to do the trick as your hands move on their own and before you know it, you have grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it into your pocket.

Oh god.

Humiliation and guilt burn throughout your body in scalding flames as you chew on your lower lip. Throat dry, your eyes move around the dim club to scan around cautiously, looking to see if someone has their eyes on you but everyone seems busy with their own thing. You can't even spot the man you stole from or any of his friends so maybe they left.

But what if they come back and ask for it? What would you do then? What if they suspect you? Or maybe ask to see the CCTV footage which definitely caught you putting that item in your pocket. What if they take you to jail?

Oh god, oh god. You are terrified, hands rubbing your face frustratedly. Maybe, just maybe you'll get lucky and he won't come back. He's probably drunk and has already forgotten about it.

A bunch of tipsy young girls suddenly appear at the counter and your heart almost lurches out of your chest. They ask for more shots and you gladly accept the distraction, trying your best to focus on your work. Just as you finish serving them a familiar voice calls for you, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey! Have you seen my watch? It was a Rolex. I accidentally left it here." Yoon Jeonghan seems to have magically appeared out of thin air, his innocent eyes looking at you for an answer and your guilt increases tenfold.

This indeed is a test and God is giving you another chance to redeem yourself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see it," the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.

Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?

"Maybe you took it with you?" You continue lying like a bitch when in fact, the thing he is looking for is sitting right inside your pocket. "Did you check your pockets?"

The man pats around his chest and then thighs, looking for the watch and shakes his head. "No, I think I left it here." He says almost with a pout, his tone sad and you loathe yourself.

What if it was precious to him? Maybe it was a family heirloom? Maybe it is a rare piece? Swallowing you try to keep your voice as cool as possible. "I'm really sorry. I can't help you." The man standing opposite to you watches you for a while as you hold your gaze and try not to start shaking in your boots.

"Are you sure, you can't help me?" His demeanor completely changes, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting with challenge and you instantly know he has figured you out.

Your heart almost drops out of your ass.

You stand there frozen, literally, not moving, blinking or breathing, just staring at him with wide eyes as you feel like crying. Has he called the police already? Half of you expect to hear the sirens and cop cars pull up.

"Hmm? Are you sure? Because I think you can, darling," He smirks, the cockiest smirk ever, resting his elbows on the counter and you feel like disappearing into thin air. "Why don't you hand me that back and I don't make this a big deal?" He wiggles his brows, pointing them towards your pant pocket and in a flash your hands move, fishing the jewelry out and handing it to him.

"I'm so sorry!" You almost yell, tears in your eyes as shame washes over you. Your head hangs low as you wait for him to do something, maybe throw insults at you and then kick your ass out.

"I swear I didn't mean to! I am not a thief! It's just that it was sitting there and- and-" Your throat tightens as a drop of tear leaks from your eye, your hands fisting your apron in a tight grip.

"Hey," His voice is unexpectedly sweet, soothing as he coos at you to look at him. "It's alright. It happens. I don't think you are a thief."

"Really?" You blink at him. He gives you a reassuring smile. "Though it's not right to steal, I'm sure you had your reasons." He says and the relief you feel is beyond words. Your legs almost give up and you want to sink onto the floor and cry.

"T-thank you," is all you can whisper, eyes cast down, the shame ever-present as you realize he is turning a blind eye towards your actions.

"You're welcome," he grins, that playful grin you've seen many times. However, his next words are something you never expected, "Is there anyone that can cover for you? Have a drink with me. It'll be quick."

"Huh? Me?" You're flabbergasted. "I- I can't...we have rules not to drink-"

"I'm the boss here okay," he rolls his eyes. "And I'm telling you to break those rules. Now, get someone to cover for you."

You stand there, blinking at him, expecting him to say that it's a prank but when he doesn't, you quickly start moving, searching for your replacement Hoshi.

Ten minutes later you sit with Jeonghan in a private room of the club, away from the loud music and chattering. You have finished a couple of glasses of bloody mary to calm your nerves and now you sit next to him awkwardly, fiddling with your hands, the tension thick in the air.

Jeonghan sits beside you, legs spread, leaned back into the velvet couch, sipping on a whiskey. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you rather amusedly and you start getting nervous. What is he planning?

"So," he sets the glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you. "When you said this is your only time stealing, I'd like to believe that you were telling the truth and not lying your way out of trouble?"

"I swear!" You yell desperately, hands almost reaching out to clutch him. "I swear on my little brother, okay? I have never ever done anything like that before. I just- it was just there and I was tempted and I need money-" You sigh, putting your head into your hands.

"It's alright. I believe you," Jeonghan assures, patting you on your shoulder. He leans back and surprisingly, takes out a cigar from his pocket and lights it up. You watch him hold it against his lips with fascination.

So he smokes.

He takes a drag and then blows a puff of smoke into the air. "I just needed to be sure. If you did something like that, stole from any of the customers then I was giving you a chance to come clean."

"I swear, I didn't. And I won't, ever again." You whisper, holding his gaze. "Please don't fire me. I need this job, please."

Jeonghan hums, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag. "I can see that. Little brother, your say?" You nod.

"How old is he?"

"A couple years younger than me. He's starting college. I just- I need money for his tuitions and I-" You fall silent, staring at the ground. God, how could you put yourself in this stupid situation? You should be on your way home now instead of begging for mercy from the unbelievably hot owner of the club.

"It's alright, take it easy." He says, pouring you some whiskey before tapping the butt of the cigar in the ashtray. "You do other jobs than this? I'm pretty sure this doesn't cover your expenses." He raises a brow. You chuckle mirthlessly, "Yeah. I do a couple of other part times. But nothing seems to be enough you know." You take a sip of the whiskey. "I really should get a sugar daddy." You murmur under your breath to yourself but Jeonghan seems to have heard it.

"Sugar daddy?" His eyes dance in amusement. Your face heats up. "Yeah- uh-um...it's nothing. I- I downloaded this app on my phone and...and I think I should just go with it." You explain, waving your hand dismissively. The alcohol surely loosed your lip.

"Oh yeah? What's the app?" A smirk seems to settle on his face.

"Uh, Sugar and Spice..?" You murmur, confused at his question. Why is he so curious? A full smile sets on his face at your answer as he laughs softly, finishing his whiskey before saying, "And what if I told you I was the one who made that app?"

Huh?

You stare dumbly at him. "Wait- what?" He laughs some more. "Yeah. Sugar and spice. That's my app. Yoon Corporation, that's my company." You blink at him for a while, processing his words before nodding slowly. "Wow. That's...cool. Know anyone you can introduce me to? Someone at your age?" You half joke, shaking your head at the situation as you finish your drink. Jeonghan watches you with a playful smirk on his face before replying. "I do, in fact."

Your eyes widen. "Really? You are not kidding? Who is it?"

"You are looking at him, baby." He grins a cocky smile. You gape at him for a while before chuckling. "Okay, that was funny."

"I'm serious."

You stop and sit still, watching him wearily. "Wait- so you are proposing me to be your sugar baby? I- why? That- that doesn't make any sense. I- I'm sure you don't lack any company of women." You murmur dryly with a frown. He grins, leaning closer to you, his breath fanning your face. You can smell the hint of whiskey and cigar in it and you have this stupid urge to kiss him. "And what if I said I wanted your company?"

Your eyes move heavenward at that. "I'm not buying that."

"Oh but it's true, darling." He settles back into the couch, throwing one leg over the other as one of his hands stretches out to rest on the backrest of the couch. "I wanna have your company. Let's say you've intrigued me and I'd like to get to know you more. But, don't think that I'm asking you to have sex with me. We can go there later but let's start easy. If you want to, that is."

Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. "I- this is too good to be true. I don't know..."

"Well, you get your money and I get the company of this really attractive lady. I think it's a fair deal. I've been wanting to try having a sugar baby for a while. I mean, I literally made an app on that. What's the harm in trying new and fun things? And what can I say, I love trying out new things." He grins, his brows dancing suggestively at you. "I'm not saying that you have to give me an answer right now. Think about it. If you don't want to then it's cool. You keep working here and we forget about this. I won't take your job or anything."

"I want to!" The words leave your mouth before you can think it through. Jeonghan raises a surprised brow at you, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as he sets down his cigar on the ashtray and rubs his hands clean.

"I...will take the offer." You whisper, face heating up as you avert your eyes.

This is a chance too big to let go. This filthily loaded man is asking you to be his sugar baby. Not to mention he is illegally hot and young. How many people get chances like this? Besides, you have nothing to lose. You need money and this is the easiest way you can have it.

"You sure?"

You take in a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure." He seems satisfied with your answer as a large grin kisses his lips. "That's great." From his breast pocket, he fishes out his phone. "Give me your number, darling." You take the unlocked phone from his hands and quickly type your number, heart thudding loudly.

This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.

He nods, taking his phone back. "Thank you, babe. I'll call you." He stands up and you do too and he steps forward to walk out of the room but stops at the door. Turning around he takes off his wristwatch and with a smirk, he grabs your hand and sets the timepiece on your palm. "This is for you. A little gift to seal our deal." He winks at you cheekily as you stare at the device in your hand, stunned.

Before you can say anything, the man is gone, leaving you frozen in your place and your heart beating wildly in your chest, the expensive jewelry sitting in your hand.

"Bored, darling?" Jeonghan's sultry voice brings you back to reality as you blink and turn your head towards him. A lazy, teasing smile sits on his face as he watches you amusedly. "Trying to get my attention huh?" He points to your hand which has all this time been dancing on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. You roll your eyes, retreating your hand, "You noticed only after like, an hour."

He chuckles softly, "Being a brat today, aren't we?" He whispers in your ears, pressing a kiss just by your earlobe. You huff. "No, I am not. You brought me here and I thought we were gonna have some fun or something but you keep talking to Joshua and your other buddies." Jeonghan hums, a smile on his face, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Baby wants my attention all to herself, doesn't she?"

Nodding you scoot closer to him and rest your head against his shoulder. His arm comes to loop around your waist. "We'll go home in a bit, darling. And then you can have my full attention."

You roll your eyes, groaning as he goes back to conversing with Joshua and a few other friends of his. But this time, he includes you as his friends ask questions about you here and there. You don't know most of them other than Joshua, a sweet, handsome man who owns this and a few other clubs with Jeonghan. You have met him a few times before, at company events and dinner parties, his sweet personality making him easy to talk to.

Even though you are not left alone like before, your bored, tipsy self cannot help but be a little brat. Your fingers trail up Jeonghan's thigh as you nuzzle your face in his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you inhale his intoxicating scent. A subtle mix of wood and fruit and his natural scent have you obsessed. Slowly, teasingly, your fingers drag over to his crotch once again from his thighs. As discreetly as possible, you cup your hand over his crotch and loom at his face for some reaction. Except there isn't any.

This man has amazing self control.

He ignores you completely, listening to his friends talk about some one-night stands they had. You huff at the lack of any reaction from him. The lights are low and no one should be able to tell what you are really doing if they don't look too hard so bravely, you squeeze him and start rubbing him over his pants. And that seems to do the trick.

His head turns towards you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes giving you a warning. "Darling." His voice is a clear message to stop your actions. But you won't. "Yes, Hannie," you use the nickname when you sweet-talk him to do something and blink innocently at him.

"Don't do this. It won't end well for you, darling."

"Oh really? What are you planning on doing, Mister?" You challenge, tilting your head to one side. "I've been with you for two months but you have yet to fuck me. I doubt it gets any worse than this."

It's true. The two months you have been with him were completely different from what you expected. You were sure he was gonna stick his dick in after the first week, given his reputation but for an entire month, all you got was kisses, mostly on your cheek and temple. He kept his distance, even more so after he learned that you are inexperienced in that department and it has been frustrating you to death.

After a few weeks, he got more handsy with you when you sweet-talked him until he had a boner. Even then, all you got was his fingers inside your pussy and his mouth on you, which by no means were disappointing. He gave you mind numbing orgasms just by fingering you so you can only imagine what will happen once you have him inside.

"You are playing a dangerous game, _____" his eyes narrow on you, all hint of playfulness gone. Good.

You smile sweetly. "Oh yeah? Why don't you show me how dangerous it is?" Your hand gives him a squeeze and his breath hitches, eyes shutting instantly. When they reopen, they are burning with lust. He whispers. "Oh, I'll show you. Don't say I didn't warn you."

A satisfied smile settles on your face as you watch him stand up and announce, "Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure spending time with you all but we need to get going." He pulls you up roughly by your arm and you barely have time to grab your purse before he is dragging you out of the club, his jaw clenched but a victorious smile on your face.

You just might finally have him tonight.

A swift car ride later, Jeonghan is dragging you inside his penthouse and straight towards his bedroom, his hands working on removing his black blazer, eyes boring into yours as you wait for him to speak.

"I hope you had your fun, darling. Cause I'm gonna have mine, now." A salacious smile sets on his face as he starts rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. The sight is enough to make your knees buckle as you get a little peek at the veins in his arms and involuntarily swallow. He takes a few steps towards you and you reflexively step back until your legs meet his bed and you fall on top of it. He keeps moving towards you, taking his time, a dangerous smile on his face.

When he is just a few inches away from you, he stops and tilts your face up using his index finger. His head comes down while yours move upward subconsciously and your lips meet in a kiss. It's slow at first, almost like he's teasing you before his grip on your chin gets stronger and his lips move more aggressively. Your tongues waltz together as you taste the alcohol and the very faint hint of smoke in his lips. When you are breathless and your eyes are wide with need and anticipation, he pulls back with a crooked smile. "Strip for me, darling."

Throat dry, you swallow. You watch him with wide eyes for a few beats before reaching behind to undo the one button on the neck of your backless dress. His eyes never leave yours as he stands back and watches you, arms crossed over his chest. Once you are done with the button your hands move down to undo the small zipper just above your ass. After it is down you shrug your shoulders to let the dress fall loose before peeling them off of your arms. It bunches at your waist before you tug the shiny material down and it pools at your feet, leaving you in your panties only.

Jeonghan still has his burning gaze on you, eyes never straying from yours even though you are almost as naked as a baby. The chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. "Good girl. Sit back."

On command, your ass falls onto the soft mattress and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. He takes slow steps towards you, his shoes clinking against the floor before stopping right in front of the bed and kneeling. You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. "Jeonghan, please." You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

His movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. "Desperate, aren't we?" He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. "I- I need you Jeonghan, please."

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn't, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He then enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

"J-Jeonghan...gonna cum." You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. "Jeonghan!" You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. "That's what you get for being a brat, darling. Now be a good girl and I'll let you come on my cock."

"B-but H-Hannie-" you whimper. He raises a brow. "That is not my name right now, is it? You're not being a good girl, you know baby."

"Daddy!" You immediately correct yourself, getting your wits together to cum. "Daddy, please. I'm sorry, p-please fuck me." The pleased, cocky smile on his has you leaking more than before. He gives your cheek an affectionate pat before standing back up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He takes his sweet time, purposefully doing it slowly and you want to jump at him and do it for him but you clench your fists and try to be his good girl. After the shirt is off he undoes his belt and you expect him to toss it away but he has more surprises for you.

With your jaw loose, you watch him as he crawls on the bed, pushing you back and then sits on his knees. He grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, a mischievous smile on his face as he ties the belt around your wrists.

You thought you couldn't get any wetter but you were wrong. Your pussy throbs at the action and a soft mewl fall from your lips. "Okay?" He asks, his expression serious, looking for any signs of discomfort as he tugs on the belt. "Not too tight?" You shake your head vigorously, letting him know you are perfectly fine.

"Words, baby."

"I'm okay. It's fine." You pant. He smiles, pleased, as his previous playful demeanor returns. "Good. This is your punishment for not listening to me earlier. No touching." He pecks your forehead before standing back up and you hate how you miss his warmth. He resumes his strip show, now undoing the buttons of his slacks before taking them off. Left in his boxers you can now see the clear outline of his cock and you wet your lips, anticipation killing you. He grins at your reaction before finally taking off his boxers and the sight has you writhing in your position.

His beautiful cock stares back at you, hard, tall, a little curved at the tip with the perfect girth. "Please," you swallow, eyes not leaving that thing. Jeonghan chuckles. "Like what you see, darling?" His hand moves to cup his length, rubbing up and down his shaft. You try to tug your hands free even though you know it's futile. "Daddy, please."

He smirks, watching you, hands moving to pump his length a few more times, soft sighs of pleasure falling from his lips that drive you insane. He finally takes mercy on you, as he moves onto the bed and balances his weight on his knees. "You ready, baby?" He asks, a soft hand running on your thigh soothingly. You shake your head up and down.

"Tell me if it gets too much, okay?" His voice is soft like his gaze and your heart flips. "I will, I promise." You whisper, wiggling your body a little to prove your desperation. With a soft smile, he lines up his length with your pussy and pushes in as you inhale deeply.

A sensation of discomfort flows through you as he pushes into your tight walls, followed by an overwhelming feeling of fullness and you release a deep breath. Above you Jeonghan grunts, supporting his weight on his elbows, trying not to start ramming into you at full speed. "Fuck- are you okay?" You can only nod your head, clenching your restrained hands in fists.

Your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. "Feel good?" He breathes. You almost choke on your words, "Y-yes. Fuck m-me daddy."

Jeonghan almost growls at your words. He doesn't hold back, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips back in, making your body arch. "Oh fuck!" You moan, breath creeping out of your lungs. Jeonghan smiles lazily at your reaction, hips moving in calculated movements, his pace gradually increasing, thrusts hitting you so deep each time you feel like he's inside your belly. His mouth trails over your neck, littering open mouthed kisses before they travel towards your breasts, capturing a nipple into his mouth. You mewl in pleasure.

His tongue teases your nipple, circling the hard bud before he gives it a harsh suck and then finishes off with a soft bite. He does the same to your other breast while you writhe below him, arms moving fruitlessly over your head. An incoherent chant of his title falls from your lips.

His thrusts never falter while he tortures your tits, instead picks up the pace and you soon hear the headboard hit the wall. You watch the man passionately move on top of you with blown out pupils. A few strands of his blond hair sticks on his forehead with sweat and he clenches his jaw, brows furrowed, focusing on his thrusts. The scene on top of you is heavenly and sends your heart racing for no reason. You whisper. "D-daddy... please, untie m-me. W-wanna touch you."

His eyes widen a fraction as he considers your words before smashing his mouth on yours, hands doing quick work of untying the belt around your wrists. As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his neck to pull him close, clawing at his solid back. "P-please, daddy. Oh- fuck- harder." You babble, head lost in a cloud of pleasure as you feel every inch of his dick brand itself into your walls. The pleasure makes your head spin and you know you are going to come soon.

Jeonghan increases his pace even more, drilling into your swollen cunt, rough breaths falling from his lips. One of his hands comes to toy with your clit while the other pinches your nipple harshly and you wail. "Daddy! Gonna cum!"

And you do. In the blink of an eye, the coil in your belly snaps and fireworks shoot throughout your body as you reach your peak, body trembling underneath him. "Yes, good girl. Come for me." He hisses, leaning down to nibble on your neck before whispering, "Give me another one, darling." You're too lost to even process his words but your body moves to action, another orgasm already building up. Jeonghan's soft grunts increase as he rubs your wet pussy mercilessly, his thrusts now faltering. "Fuck. Gonna come, darling. Gonna fill you up. Come with me."

Your body seems to have a mind of its own as one flick of his finger on your clit brings you to your second orgasm. This time it is even stronger and you can see white spots in your vision. Jeonghan releases inside you at the same time, his warm seed filling you up and then leaking out. Your legs shake continuously as you sense him pull out and some of the cum dribble out of you but you can't bring yourself to move a muscle in your body. You can feel Jeonghan crashing next to you, a soft hand touching your cheek and asking about your well-being but you're too tired to open your mouth. Instead, you hum and sigh in content as he wraps his arms around you and the last thing you remember before passing out is his breath on your forehead and his fingers combing through your hair.

The sun is bright and shining the next time you open your eyes. Squinting at the light peeking through the half open curtain to blink to adjust your vision before craning your head to look around the empty bedroom. You are tucked nicely under the covers, dressed in a large shirt that you know is Jeonghan's and your panties. It takes a moment for you to process everything before you sit up and a pleasurable ache shoots throughout your body.

It's the weekend. Your mind wonders where Jeonghan is. Slowly you get out of bed and move with wobbly legs, quickly releasing the pressure in your bladder and then washing your hands and face. When you are done you step out of the bedroom and climb down the stairs, barefoot and it's a pleasant surprise to see Jeonghan sitting at the dining table, eyes focused on the tablet on his hand and the other hand holding up his phone next to his ear. You don't hear what he's talking about, too busy taking in how sexy he looks in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He doesn't hear you until he is hanging up and you are almost next to him and when he turns around, his signature lazy smile appears on his face. "Well, hello there. Good morning darling."

"Morning," you grow shy under his stare, his eyes scanning you up and down and he seems very pleased. "You look lovely in my shirt." He muses.

"Thank you." You smile, sitting down at one of the breakfast stools beside him. "Sleep well?" He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod softly. "Who was that?"

"Oh, that?" Jeonghan chuckles. "My buddy, Seungcheol. He's getting married in a couple of months. Asked me about a wedding planner I know." You nod your head. You know Seungcheol. He's one of Jeonghan's closest friends. "Wow, that's nice. You will be attending, no?" You inquire. Jeonghan smirks, "I'm the best man, darling." He takes a sip of his coffee. "You know how he met his fiancé? Through my app. I literally set them up." His eyes crinkle at the memory in amusement as you listen to him, fascinated.

So his friend is marrying his sugar baby. That's romantic.

"I really thought he was gonna die alone but then he met her and he was fucking whipped. Can't believe he's the first one to get married among us." He shakes his head with wonder. You reach for his cup of coffee with a coquettish smile before taking a sip. "Well, it's nice. You should be happy for him. He's getting married to someone he loves."

"Oh, I am, darling. I just- don't see the hype with getting married." He shrugs nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet in his hands. You raise a brow at his comment. "Really?"

"Yeah." He peeks at you. "I mean, marriage takes away your freedom, doesn't it? And it takes a shit load of commitment and work to make it last. And I'm not good with commitments. I like being independent."

You snort before raising a brow, "And let me guess. Your definition of being independent is sleeping with the entire city, Mr. Playboy?" Jeonghan throws a sheepish smile at you, like he has been caught and you shake your head with a sigh.

"Just the ladies, though." He winks. "But for now, I am not interested in the city but rather in one particular beauty in front of me." He puts his tablet away and leans towards you, a teasing grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes. But you can't help the fluttering feeling bloom inside you. He has such a way with words.

"Are you implying that you want to get in my pants?" You ask. "Oh baby, I've already done that. I'm saying if you are up for it again. Do you hurt?" He asks, his time concern evident in his tone as he gets off his stool and cages your body between him and the countertop. "I-I'm a little sore so...I'm not sure." You whisper, heart thudding loudly at his proximity and the addictive scent of his. Maybe, you are actually up for it because your pussy seems to be leaking again.

Jeonghan gently strokes your cheek. "It's alright, darling. We don't have to do anything. Let's get you some breakfast." He pulls away but you immediately grab his forearms. "I- I'm up for... other things if you are too." You mumble, eyes not meeting his. "Oh yeah?" A grin plasters on his face as he tilts your face up with a finger. "We can do so many other things darling and I'm definitely up for it." His eyes glint with mischief and desire. Your shy smile is all he needs to get to work, immediately lifting you onto the marble countertop, the cold surface making you gasp. With a wink and the sexiest smirk ever, he tugs off your panties and attaches his lips to your sensitive core making you let out a shrill moan.

After a couple of orgasms and breakfast with Jeonghan, his car drops you at your place. As you enter your house and toe off your shoes, you yell, "Chan, I'm home!"

The man doesn't seem to be far away, making a sandwich on the kitchen counter. He looks up, "Oh hey, noona. You're back." Dropping the couple bags from your hand, you envelop him in a hug. "Yeah. Sorry I didn't call last night. I should have told you I was staying out."

It has become a habit to spend the night before the weekend and sometimes even the weekend with Jeonghan but you always let your brother know where you are. You don't want to be irresponsible or let him think you have forgotten about him. Chan sighs softly, pulling back. "It's okay, noona. You're a grown woman. You don't have to report to me. As long as you are safe it's all good." You give him a wistful smile, patting his cheek softly. "Still."

Your eyes move to the brunch he's making and you wonder. "Is all the food finished? I kept some meals for you in the fridge, did you finish them?" Your brother grunts, going back to preparing his food, "No, there's still some left. I just wanted a sandwich." Nodding, you watch him finish making his food and wash his hands. You're about to go to your room and take a shower when he murmurs. "Were you with him? Jeonghan?" He juts his chin out to point to the couple of Chanel bags you brought with you, yet another gift from Jeonghan. For no reason, you get shy. "Yeah." You fiddle with your fingers, watching your sibling carefully.

He hums, "Did you see this?" He pushes a magazine that was lying on the kitchen counter towards you. Frowning, you pick it up to be graced by a picture of you and Jeonghan on the front cover of a gossip tabloid. It's taken from behind, his body mostly covering you as you two walk by the sidewalk. Your face isn't fully visible but anybody who knows you can tell it's you. In bold letters, it asks about your identity, or to be exact, Yoon Jeonghan's latest lover's identity and part of you is glad that they actually don't have any info about you, just suspicions.

You had asked Jeonghan at the beginning of your relationship to keep your identity a secret for you and the sake of your brother, as everyone loved talking about Jeonghan's latest notch to the bedpost and a little warmth spreads in your chest to see that he really didn't let anyone know anything about you. With a sigh, you put the magazine back in its place. "Don't worry about it."

"I'm not...I just sometimes worry about you." Chan says. "It's just- Yoon Jeonghan isn't exactly the gentleman type you know. I don't want you to get hurt because of him. I mean, I was quite surprised at first but I thought it wasn't serious since he doesn't...you know, stay with one person for a long time. I don't want him to...use you."

It's the first time you are hearing Chan express his concerns regarding Jeonghan and to be honest, you sensed some hesitation when you first told him that you were seeing him. Nevertheless, a small smile sets on your face as you reach for his hands, "Chan, it's okay. I'm fine. He isn't using me or anything." You stroke his knuckles soothingly. He watches you in silence for a beat and you can feel the gears in his head moving. The next words are what you expected from him but still, they fluster you.

"He isn't... like- paying you for se-"

"It's not like that!" You scoff immediately, probably a bit too defensively. But it's true. Jeonghan is not paying you for sleeping with him, hell the first time you ever slept with him was last night. He's paying you for your company so there is a difference. Getting yourself together, you give him a reassuring smile. "It's nothing like that, I promise."

Chan observes you silently for a second before nodding. "Okay. If you are good then I'm good too." Smiling wistfully you let go of his hands. "I'll take a shower now." Reaching for the bags you're about to step towards your room but Chan's voice stops you. "Do you really like him? Jeonghan?"

His words make you freeze in your spot. However, the reply comes easily. "Yeah, I do." It's only after you have uttered the words that you realize how scarily true they are.

Later that evening you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop, staring at the tabloids you found about you and Jeonghan. All the shots are taken from behind or far away; some of them are from when Jeonghan took you to one too many brunch dates. Sighing, you read the speculations about you; not one from high society, which is true. Closing your laptop you lean against your headboard, numerous thoughts running through your head. The prime one is that you have feelings for Jeonghan, your freaking sugar daddy.

You often had butterflies on your stomach when you were with him and you thought you had managed to bury them deep within you but no. Now that you are not in the man's presence, you think about him, slowly, clearly and the depth of your feelings frighten you immensely.

Jeonghan is so easy to like. He's funny and charming once you get to know him but also intimidating and scary when he needs to be. You have mostly come across his playful and charming side, as he loved teasing you and pranking you now and then. You have fallen for many of his white lies, only to be told that it was a prank and then get laughed at your face. But you couldn't be mad. His toothy grin and bright laughter warmed your heart and the way he'd hug you while laughing made your heart race, making you join him in his laughter. His soft giggles when he's tipsy made you want to kiss him and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he could never leave.

Thoughts about him often plagued your mind, an inappropriate amount for a sugar baby to think about her sugar daddy. Because deep down you imagined him as more than that, more than a source of money, which he showers you with. You see him as a companion, a friend and a lover. And you want him to be more. So much more.

The thought brings tears to your eyes as you scoff at yourself. How could you become like this? Jeonghan isn't that type of guy, it is a fact. His words from earlier in the morning rub salt into your wounds. He doesn't want to marry or date. He said he likes being free which means none of that. The most committed or maybe lengthy relationship he has ever had is probably with you as it is still existing after two months. That brings hope to your hopeless heart. Maybe he actually feels something about you but he is hiding it like a habit. Maybe he wants to truly be with you. Maybe that's why he calls everyday to check up on you, take you to nice, thoughtful dates, calls you over to simply hang out.

Maybe, maybe.

Or maybe, he does this to all his lovers, no matter if he's with them for a few hours or a few days. The thought makes you pathetically jealous. It's unbelievably silly how much you want his smile and laughter and teasing and company reserved only for you. You want him, you want all of him but life is never that easy.

A ping from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts as you reach for the device to check it and sure enough, it's the devil himself.

[jeonghan] heyyy babe, how you doing?

[you] just chilling. hby? Working?

[jeonghan] Unfortunately yes, babe. just can't seem to finish them. I'd rather be with you ;)

His text makes you grin like a fool.

[you] Me too😏 when will I see you again?

[jeonghan] Soon actually. There's a party I need to attend this tuesday and you are coming with me. I'll have a collection of dresses for you at my place to choose from.

Another party? You definitely don't mind if that means you get to have his company.

[you] Great! Can't wait!!

[jeonghan] Me neither. I've to get back to work, darling. Goodnight, dream of me ;)

[you] You too 😘

Closing your phone, you clutch it to your chest, staring at the ceiling. A simple text from him has your heart thudding loudly and you are once again reminded of your feelings for him. You can convince yourself all day all night but the bottom line will be that you like Jeonghan.

Too much.

You are on your way home after getting some groceries on Tuesday afternoon when you come across a pleasant surprise. Just as you are about to enter your building, you find Mingyu, Chan's best friend, there, about to go inside. "Mingyu!" You call for him with a smile. His head whips towards you and a large grin spread across his face. "Noona! Hey!" He calls as you take quick steps towards him.

"Chan isn't at home. He said he was going to the library." You inform the man towering you, assuming he's here for your brother. "Oh," Mingyu murmurs. "It's alright. I have some good news to share with you."

"With me?" You arch a brow, surprised. "What is it?"

A shy hand moves to scratch his neck as Mingyu smiles softly. "I got a job. A modeling gig." Your eyes widen, "Oh my god, Mingyu! That's so great! Congratulations!" You grin, genuinely feeling happy for him. You've known Mingyu since he was in high school with Chan and he often came over with your brother after class. He comes from a struggling family; his single mother working hard to take care of him and his sister so this is a great piece of news to hear.

"Thanks, noona," he murmurs shyly, making you smile. You can totally see why he got the job. He is blessed with extremely good visuals and height so it'd be a loss for anybody who rejected him. "Does Chan know?" You ask. He nods, "Yeah, I told him yesterday. Anyway, the main thing is, I wanted you to join us for a dinner. It's my treat."

"Me?" You are surprised but also touched as you point a finger at yourself. "Aw, Mingyu, you don't have to treat me. Treat yourself and your friends." A cute pout appears on his face. "Oh come on, noona. You are my friend too. I need to pay you back for all the times you let me stay over and bought me and Chan snacks. Let me treat you to barbeque, please."

His words warm your heart as the memories come back to you. It feels like ages ago when they were in high school, doing assignments till the night and then him and your brother passing out in your living room. You smile fondly at the memory but before you can reply a hand wraps around your waist from nowhere, making you almost jump out of your skin. With a gasp, you whip your head to the side and find Jeonghan, grinning toothily but something is different—

Oh.

He has dyed his hair from blond to black and you almost don't recognize him at first. While you stare at him, still processing his sudden appearance, he speaks, flashing a grin at Mingyu, "Barbeque? I wanna go too."

Poor Mingyu looks utterly confused and you playfully glare at Jeonghan. "Hey, why are you here so early? I thought you were at work."

"Mhmm. Was finished early," he hums, placing a huge kiss on your cheek, making your eyes widen. Mingyu looks at the interaction and blinks confusedly. You feel flustered. "Oh erm, Jeonghan, this is Mingyu, Chan's best friend. And Mingyu, this is Jeonghan uh-"

Shit. What do you introduce Jeonghan as? 'Hi Mingyu he's my sugar daddy'? You're about to say friend when Jeonghan pipes in, "Boyfriend. I'm ____'s boyfriend. Nice to meet you, kid."

A sour look sets on Mingyu's face and you assume probably because Jeonghan called him a kid. He chuckles rather awkwardly, "Wow...you are dating, noona? I've seen him before, I think. Wait, are you Jeonghan of Yoon Corporations?"

"In the flesh," Jeonghan smiles a cocky smile. "Oh," Mingyu falls silent and there is a moment of tension as you look nervously between the two men before Jeonghan announces. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mingi but me and ____ need to get going now."

"Mingyu!" You pinch his waist, scowling at him. "His name is Mingyu, Jeonghan!"

"Oh, my bad." Jeonghan grins and you have a feeling he did that on purpose. With a sigh, you smile apologetically at Mingyu, "It was really nice seeing you, Gyu. And congratulations again."

"Yeah, thanks noona," he murmurs. "I'll get going now." He waves at you with a small smile before turning around and briskly walking away. As soon as he's out of sight, you jab Jeonghan's arm. "You did that on purpose, didn't you! You sacred that poor guy!" Jeonghan shrugs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, "Well, that poor guy has a crush on you."

"No! He doesn't!" You hiss, cheeks fuming. To be honest you always thought Mingyu may or may not have a little crush on you but hearing someone say it out loud makes you flustered. It isn't anything serious anyway. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Let's get going now."

"B-but I just came from the store. I haven't even showered yet. You shouldn't be here until two more hours you know." Your eyes narrow at him. Jeonghan hums, pulling you in the direction of his car, "Mhmm, you can shower at my place. Come on."

"Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!"

A few hours later you sit next to Jeonghan in his limo, on the way to the event. Jeonghan said it is a small one because it is taking place on a weekday and that you can leave early, so you haven't dressed up much. Humming a tune, he looks outside, one of his hands resting on your thigh, playing with the silky material of your dress.

You take your time appreciating his features, his pretty, glinting eyes, his prominent cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose and down to his deep Cupid's bow and his perfectly shaped lips that you want to keep kissing and kissing. Without much thought, you scoot closer to him, resting your body against his as you put your head on his shoulder, making him look at you. His hands move to interlock with yours which sends your heartbeat in a frenzy and you can't help but think how cozy and homey it feels.

"You know, you introduced yourself as my boyfriend earlier." You whisper, making him chuckle softly, "Yeah. Couldn't really say I was your sugar daddy. Already scared the kid enough." You roll your eyes at his words but your heart sinks a little at them. You had hoped that maybe, maybe he felt something more for you that led him to say those words. Sighing quietly, you keep resting your head against his shoulder and stare at your hand in his, your heart deflating like a popped balloon.

"By the way, did you think about what I said that day?"

Confused, you blink at him before realizing what he's referring to. Jeonghan had proposed you re-enter college and finish your degree which you couldn't complete because of your parents' sudden death and the burden of loans along with Chan's school fees; saying that he will pay for everything. You are the older sibling and Chan's guardian so you dropped out of college and started working to make sure your brother accomplished what you couldn't.

You have had quite some time to think about it but it just doesn't feel right, him paying for your tuition fees when he already showers you in opulence. Sure, his offer was tempting, really so; you could finally finish your studies and get an actual job but he's being too generous. It feels wrong; college tuitions are in no way cheap, at least to you and just accepting it like that doesn't sit right with you.

"There you go again, overthinking," Jeonghan's voice snaps you back to the present. "Why are you thinking about this so much, babe? You're an amazing person and you deserve to get that degree. If you think I'm pitying you, then stop right there. I have the ability so I just want to help you accomplish something you couldn't earlier." He murmurs, his voice sincere.

Your heart softens at his words."I know, Jeonghan. It's just- too much. I mean you have no reason to pay for my-"

"You're my sugar baby. It's my job to take care of you."

"And you do!" You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Okay. Instead of just taking the money like that, I'll accept it as a loan. When I graduate I'm going to pay you back." You decide, your voice firm making him sigh out of frustration. He watches you for a few seconds and realizes this is what you'll accept so he holds his hands up in surrender. "Alright, fine fine. I'll give it to you as a loan."

You grin victoriously, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek, whispering a sultry, "Thank you, daddy." Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, feigning anger but you can see the playfulness dance in his eyes. "You love being a brat, don't you?"

"Mhmm," you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releasing wet noises of sucking. He pulls back, breathless, and watches you with hazy lust ridden eyes as his thumb reaches to wipe the little smudge of lipstick below your swollen lips. "You taste addicting, darling."

You lean towards him for more but he tuts, pushing you away. "Uh uh. Enough of that." A salacious smile graces his lips as his fingers trail over your thigh before moving towards the high slit of your dress. His finger enters inside the fabric and then inches towards your core, your breath hitching when his fingers softly stroke your inner thighs. "J-jeonghan-" you breathe, knowing where this is going, the anticipation building in your veins. He only replies with a smirk and soft kiss to your temple.

His fingers move your panties to one side underneath your dress and the cool air flowing through the slit hits your exposed sex making you shudder. Ever so gently, just barely, his fingers move over your entrance. You can feel the barest touch of the pad of his fingers on your core and you squirm in your seat, desperate eyes begging him in silence. His eyes never stray from you, watching every little reaction you give and the sharp gasp that elicits from you when he pushes one finger inside you has him grinning in satisfaction.

"Jeonghan- please..." You breathe, trying to grind against what little you have, your hands fisting his suit jacket. All thoughts of time and place are forgotten by you and the only thing in your mind right now is coming on his fingers. The long digit moves swiftly inside your velvety walls making your eyes roll on the back of your head. "More, Jeonghan... please-"

"That's not my name now, is it?" He teases, his breath fanning over your heated cheek. "Daddy! Daddy... please..." You immediately correct yourself and Jeonghan rewards you by pushing another long, bony finger inside you. They move in tandem, stretching your tight walls as you unconsciously part your legs wider. If there was no divider in the limo, the driver would have seen the show you were putting on.

"Feels good?" He whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses below it. You nod swiftly. "S-so good, daddy." He grins, pleased and cocky before thrusting another finger inside you, this time his ring finger. They waste no time, moving expertly in your hole as you writhe in the plush leather seat, gasps of pleasure falling from your lips at every movement. You can feel your orgasm building.

"Daddy p-please, m-make me come." You pant, eyes closed. "Wanna come, little darling?" He breathes, and you can feel the grin on his lips and the smugness on his tone. Nodding vigorously you agree and Jeonghan hums, before shifting his fingers to press your clit with his thumb. The sudden touch on your sensitive nub makes you whine loudly as you feel yourself throb.

You're so close to your release.

Your hips grind against his digits tirelessly and he keeps rubbing your clit back and forth using his thumb while his fingers curl inside you. Just when you can taste the orgasm, feel it build in your veins, Jeonghan, the evil bastard, takes his hand off you completely. His fingers leave your hope gaping and empty and your clit throbbing painfully with need. "Jeonghan!" You scream, scowling at him at how he ruined your orgasm. You were so fucking close. The bastard has the audacity to laugh as he makes a show of licking his fingers clean making you release a whine of need as you pant.

He's such a fucking tease.

"Be a good girl and you will get come as many times as you want later." His deep baritone and the look he sends your way rakes shivers down your spine and the promise of cumming makes you obediently nod your head. He places a tender kiss on your forehead and just then, the car halts, letting you know you have arrived at your destination. With a rather displeased look on your face and shaky legs, you step out of the limo, Jeonghan's hand in yours.

The evening is spent attending the boring event and throwing fake smiles at strangers when all you can think of is Jeonghan railing you till the bed breaks into two. Which he does, of course, when you return to his home at night. You wouldn't consider yourself as a possessive partner but damn if it didn't irritate you when girls and married women ogled him, some even throwing themselves at him, flirting blatantly when you were right next to him. But it's all good since he ended up in bed with you, raining one after another mind numbing orgasms on you before you finally drift off.

Morning comes in the form of your bladder almost bursting and despite the slight ache in your body, you quickly head towards the bathroom to refresh yourself. After you are clean and fresh, you head outside the bedroom in search of Jeonghan. It's around 7 in the morning so he should be still at home. Your prediction proves accurate as you find him in his study, on his phone, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. He's dressed in his work clothes; a white dress shirt with black pants, a fine piece of watch around his left wrist as his fingers card through his slightly damp hair. You silently appreciate the view from the doorframe and it takes a few moments until he notices your presence.

His appreciative eyes rake down your body, covered only in your panties and one of his t-shirts that reach your thighs. His lips break into a grin and you mirror it before he asks the person on the other end to hold for a second. "Good morning, babe. I need a few more minutes. I'll come find you after I'm done." He smiles at you and you nod, leaving you to his work as you turn on your heel, walking aimlessly through his huge apartment. Your bare feet silently pad against the glossy tiles as you head back to the master bedroom. The room is still messy, the clothes you two discarded last night are still scattered over the floor. You pick your clothes up and start putting them on as you need to leave soon too. After you are dressed, you reach for Jeonghan's shirt and pants, bunching them together in a pile for laundry. His Armani jacket lays haphazardly on the loveseat and you scoff at how he just abandoned such an expensive thing. Little creases have formed on the silky material and with your hands, you try to brush them away and straighten it again. As you sling it over your arm to pick up his tie, a piece of paper drops from one of the pockets.

Intrigued, you pick it up to find a number scribbled in black. At first, you think nothing of it, until you notice a red lip print at the corner of the paper. Your heart sinks as you realize one of his fangirls from last night is the owner of this number. Your head starts running a mile a minute, wondering if Jeonghan is talking to this girl over the phone.

No, that does not make sense. If he was talking with her then this paper wouldn't be here but probably in a dustbin. Besides, despite Jeonghan's track record, he has never disrespected you since you've been with him and he has stated multiple times that he's only interested in you.

Still, you chew on your lip nervously, staring at the piece of paper, insecurity and jealousy blooming inside you. He has given you no reason to distrust him but the nature of your relationship, how it is not exclusive, makes you think that maybe, he is slowly losing interest in you. Whatever it may be, you don't get to dwell on your thoughts for long as the ringing of your phone suddenly alerts you, making you jump. You reach for it and seeing the name at the top of the screen you pick it up immediately.

"Hey, Chan! Good morning." You speak, wondering if something is wrong for him to call so early. You texted him last night, letting him know that you will be with Jeonghan.

"Hey, noona. Morning. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was already up. Is everything okay?" You ask, hands subconsciously fiddling with the paper in your fist. "Everything is fine, don't worry." You hear your brother laugh softly. "I'm just calling to let you know I'll be late today. We have a team project and we're going out of the city today. Will you stay at Jeonghan's tonight?"

"No, I don't think so." You murmur. "Did you have breakfast? Don't forget to pack some food for the road."

"Okay, I will. Don't worry so much," you can feel your brother rolling his eyes. A soft smile sets on your face. "Is Mingyu going with you too? He told me about his new job. I met him yesterday."

"He did?" Chan asks. "Yeah, he's going too. Did he invite you for dinner this weekend? He was talking about it earlier."

"Yep, he did. I was really surprised, you know. But it's great, I'm really happy for him. He looked so excited." You hum, stepping closer to the window, watching the city grow busier from Jeonghan's castle in the sky. "Yes, he is. He wouldn't shut up about it." Chan laughs. "Anyway, I'll see you tonight then. Don't stay up for me if I'm late."

You will but you don't tell him that. "Okay. Be safe. I love you."

"I love you too." The line goes dead and with a sigh, you set your phone down. Jeonghan's jacket still rests on one of your arms, with the piece of paper crushed in your fist. Turning around you find Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe, hands crossed over his chest, watching you.

"Jeonghan!"

"Hey." He smiles. Padding toward you, he reaches for your shoulders, lips coming down to meet yours. Your head tilts up automatically, as you chase his lips, forgetting everything for a second. His eyes move to the jacket on your arm. "Why are you cleaning everything up?" He gives you a fond smile, reaching for the clothing. "I should have done it, sorry. I had so many calls to take this morning."

Shaking your head, you whisper. "It's okay. I had nothing to do anyway." Seeing how cool he is you wonder whether it would be right to bring up what you found in his pocket.

"Let's have breakfast together. I have to leave early today." He drops the jacket on the bed, motioning you to follow him but you stay rooted to the spot, words tangling in your throat. "Jeonghan?"

"Hmm?" He turns around. Inhaling deeply you show him the chit lying in your palm. "This dropped from your jacket's pocket." Frowning, he reaches for it. "What is it?"

His eyes scan the paper and then he seems to realize, "Ah, this? Some girl gave it to me last night. You were in the bathroom then, I think. I took it to be polite." He smiles, his usual, carefree smile as he throws it in the bin.

"Oh." Silently, you stand opposite to him, not knowing what to say or do. "Hey, are you mad?" He steps towards you, tilting his head, eyes watching you intently to see your reaction. "You have nothing to worry about, babe. I swear I forgot about it. You can check my call list if you want."

Groaning you step away from him. "No, Jeonghan! It's okay. I trust you. I just-" you fall silent as your eyes meet his.

"You just what? Tell me?" Jeonghan prods, eyes laced with worry. You sigh, the thoughts racing in your head suddenly sounding silly now that you need to articulate them. "Nothing." You whisper meekly.

"No, ____, tell me!"

"I just wish it wasn't like this!" You cry. "I- I wish some stupid girl didn't just drop her number in your pocket and I wish you didn't take it just to be polite! I wish girls didn't flock around you when I am literally right next to you! I wish- we were more than...this and I wish people knew so that they would stay away." Your voice fades into a whisper as thick tears brim in your eyes. You had not imagined this to go down the way it is. You made yourself believe that you didn't need to express your true feelings, that you would forever be okay with how things are and then say goodbye to each other one day when Jeonghan changes his mind. You imagined yourself to be stronger, different, not one to actually fall for a man like him when you clearly knew how he was.

"What...what are you talking about? I don't understand." The man standing still in front of you, breathes. A frustrated hand moves to rub your temple as you take in a deep breath, trying to get your thoughts together. "Jeonghan, I...like you. More than I should. More than our current relationship allows us to be. I want more. I want you, completely. I want us to be exclusive. I want a relationship, based on love and trust, not money or whatever. I want to love you and if I'm gonna stay with you, then I want you to love me too."

A small frown mars his face. "But I do love you!" He exclaims. "I take you out on dates and we make love or...fuck. Is that not love?" He mutters.

This man is so dense. You sigh, "No Jeonghan, it isn't. Or at least it is not enough for me. I want a future with you. I want to bare myself to you and I wish you'd do the same. I want to build a life with you and I want to be by your side at all times, as a lover, a girlfriend, a partner. I don't want a love in which other girls are gonna chase after you, thinking you are available and you are going to entertain them just to be polite. That's not love Jeonghan and you k-know it!." You can't help the jealousy that rises in your voice towards the end and you hate how pathetic you sound. Jeonghan watches you, carefully, silently, for a very long time and finally, some sort of realization seems to flash in his eyes.

"____," he starts, carding a hand through his black locks. "I don't do...that. I- don't know how or if I even can. I-" he stops, tonguing the inside of his cheek, a storm of emotions in his gaze. "You just need to try, Jeonghan." You murmur softly, a mite of hope blooming in your chest. "You are already so good to me. You- you make me feel so happy and hopeful and cared for without even trying, Jeonghan. I love being with you. Do you not feel the same about me?"

The man remains wordless, staring at the ground with a clenched jaw, hands in his pockets. The stillness and tension in the room make you swallow nervously, the earlier hope you felt fading into nothing. "And if you don't, then you can just say. I won't force you. It'll be better than this, me always hoping for more and we can just end t-this and go on our ways." Your heart breaks as you say those words but you know that it is best if he lets you go now. You are already in too deep and you can't imagine how worse it will be if you stay and then get discarded once he is bored.

"Is this about Mingyu?" He speaks suddenly, his gaze sharp, tone accusatory. The sudden mention of the younger man's name perplexes you and you wonder if you even heard him right. "What!" You yell, confusion painted all over your face.

"No, really, is this about him? You were talking about him earlier on the phone too. Do you like him? Is this your way of wiggling out of this relationship?" Mouth open, you watch him, not believing he just said those words. "You-" tears choke you up as you try to speak, a couple of drops trailing down your face.

How could he say something like that? Does he even hear himself?

"I- am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and yet you say that- You know what, I should leave. You need to get your shit together, Jeonghan. If you really want me, want a real relationship with me, then we can see each other, or this is goodbye." Fire blazes in your eyes as you pin him down with a stare, your heart breaking with each word you utter. You move around, collecting your phone and purse, wiping the occasional stray tears that fall, desperately trying to keep yourself together.

He stays still, like a statue, his face emotionless as he watches you with blank eyes. You miserably hope that he says something, does something, asks you to stay, anything but he doesn't and it shatters your heart even more. So with no more hope, you sling your bag over your shoulder and walk past him, the sound of your feet tapping against the tiles filling the grave silence. Sobs escape you but you try to muffle them, hands clamping over your mouth as you step out his door. But all hell breaks loose when you enter the empty elevator. Tears blur your vision as you hastily press the ground floor button and then sag onto the floor, violent sobs wracking your body, your tears flowing freely as you curl into a ball and just cry, your ugly sobs echoing in the empty elevator.

It's almost 11 at night when you sit on the floor of your living room, eyes set on the TV screen but mind elsewhere, as you keep stuffing your face with chips and occasionally taking sips of beer. Chan has yet to return so you are left with your own company, drowning your sorrow in the beer and the noise of the TV providing you some sort of false assurance. Your stupid self held on to the hope throughout the day that Jeonghan would at least call or text but he didn't and the realization that it is over for good has started to settle in your bones. You are still processing it, wondering where it went wrong, whether it was your fault. But you know it wasn't.

You once again remember how Jeonghan brought up Mingyu for no god damn reason and the memory makes you fume once again.

How dare that asshole! He not only brought that innocent kid up in a conversation which was about him but also he has ghosted you completely, giving you no closure as sit and cry about your broken heart.

The sorrow and pain blanket you so much that you don't take notice of how the front door opens and your brother enters the house, watching you with a confused expression as he stands a few feet away from you. "Noona?" His voice stops the train of your thoughts as your head whips towards him. "Oh! hey, Chan! Welcome back!" A reply, a bit too enthusiastically, trying hard to not let your voice crack.

"I told you not to wait for me," he frowns, stepping closer to you and setting his backpack down on the couch. "I missed you," you wave your hand lazily in the air, turning your face away to hide your puffy eyes now that he's closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see his gaze is on you, concerned and probably judgemental. His eyes scan over the two empty cans of beer lying next to the one you are currently drinking. You swallow, thinking of saying something that will distract him but he's faster than you.

"What's wrong?" His voice is calm, casual, like he's asking you if you've had dinner.

"N-nothing," your stupid voice cracks as you sip your beer, avoiding him. You hear him sigh and then shuffle, as he sits down next to you, legs crossed and reaches for the chips on your bowl. "Hey! Wash your hands first!" You bat his hand away, scowling at him. His gaze meets yours and you know he can clearly see how bloated your face is from all the crying. "I know something is wrong. Tell me, noona." He murmurs, putting a chip in his mouth. "Wash your hands, idiot." You whisper, voice pathetically timid, like you are on the verge of falling apart.

"I will after you tell me what's wrong." He says, getting comfortable, resting his back on the couch behind you. You heave a frustrated sigh, combing a hand through your hair as you decide to just stare at the TV. Your brother does the same to for a while and you sigh in relief, thinking he has dropped the topic. But he keeps surprising you.

"It's about him, isn't it?" His voice is calm, confident and you mentally curse your brother for reading you so well. "Did you two break up? Did that asshole cheat on you?" His pitch raises at the end as he leans closer to look at your face.

"No Chan! He didn't cheat! It's- complicated." You mutter.

"Is it? He hurt you, that's clear. What did he do?"

"Nothing! He did nothing! That's the problem!" You yell, groaning in frustration as you rest your head on the coffee table. Chan stays silent and you know he's waiting for you to continue. "I- I wanted more. He didn't or maybe did- I don't know. He- he said nothing. I poured out my heart to him and he just stood there, saying nothing. I left and he didn't stop me." A small, pitiful sob crawls out of your mouth as you sniffle. Perhaps what hurt you most was how he didn't stop you when you left, how he didn't even acknowledge your words, how he didn't give you anything, not a yes or a no, just silence. Utter, haunting silence.

That's what broke your heart so much. Did the past few months mean so little to him that he just decided to get you out of his hair like that?

"He's an asshole for that. You deserve better." Chan murmurs as one of his hands reach out to softly pat your back. You huff, frustrated at your overwhelming emotions as you peek a look at him. "We shouldn't be talking about my pathetic love life. I should ask you how your trip went."

"It was fine. Nothing exciting to talk about. And I like hearing you talk, whatever it is. You always look out for me. I barely get to do the same." He averts his gaze from you, a pink tint coating his cheeks and you can't help but laugh, seeing your grumpy little brother be sappy. "I really appreciate it, Chan. And you always look out for me. Who says you don't?" You wipe your eyes and take his hand in yours to squeeze it reassuringly.

"I do. You- you are always working so hard for me. You take care of me all the time. You barely have time for yourself or do something for yourself anymore because of me." Your brother whispers, a look of guilt sitting on his face as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Your heart breaks at the sight.

"Chan, no, that's not true. At all." You shuffle closer to him, voice pleading. "And I like taking care of you. You are my brother, it is my duty."

He sighs, saying nothing and you can see his eyes getting misty. Words get stuck in the back of your throat, seeing your brother like this. He is the type to rarely show his emotions and witnessing him like this hurts you deeply because you realize he has kept his pain all to himself. You struggle to say something to comfort him, to tell him it's all good but he suddenly clears his throat, sitting up straight and looking at you. "Anyway. I have some good news to share."

"Oh?" You blink.

"Remember the modeling gig Mingyu got? Well...I applied too and they accepted me."

"Wait- what? Really?!" You yell, eyes widening like saucers as a huge grin spreads on your face. Your brother nods, smiling shyly and you engulf him into a hug. "Chan congratulations! I'm so proud of you my handsome brother!"

He laughs. "Oh please. But thanks, noona. My first shoot is next week." He says, trying to free himself from your hold. "I'll be sure to drop by." You grin.

"You don't have to but okay."

You wave him off, reaching for the unopened beer can on the table. "We need to celebrate. Here." You open the can and then shove it in his hand before clinking yours to it. "Cheers." As you finish your can, you say. "I'll make you a nice meal for you tomorrow. Or maybe we should go out. What do you say? My treat."

Your brother laughs at your enthusiasm, shaking his head. "Anything you make will be fine. And I want to treat you after I get my pay."

"Okay, I'll hold you on to that." You send a teasing look his way and he chuckles, shaking his head. A comfortable silence stretches in the air, as you two mutely watch the TV while sipping your beers. You feel a lot better than you did earlier as the thoughts of Jeonghan do not haunt every cell of your brain anymore. And you want to keep it this way.

When you're about to get up to grab some more snacks, Chan suddenly speaks.

"Forget about him, noona." He murmurs, eyes trained on the TV screen. He doesn't even look your way, almost like he's alone here, talking to himself. "I'll work hard. For you, for us. I'll make so much money that even he won't be able to compete. And I'll take care of you. Pay you back for everything you've done for me."

Your eyes once again become glossy as you watch your brother in silence. He resumes sipping on his beer, occasionally reaching for the bowl of chips, acting like he did not just say all that. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you move your eyes towards the TV, murmuring, " You don't have to but thank you. For saying that."

Your brother only hums from beside you and a small, content smile sits on your face as you both sit in silence, huddled close to each other, watching the TV.

-

It's early morning on the weekend when your beauty sleep is interrupted by your bursting bladder. With half open eyes, you waddle towards your bathroom, bumping into things as you are still tired from all the laughing and drinking from last night. It was Mingyu's treat at a Korean barbecue restaurant. You and Chan went, along with a few of their friends. It was fun, more than you had expected as it got your mind off of everything. They were great company, chatty, lively, fun and it was easy to lose track of time. When you and Chan returned home it was almost two in the morning but you didn't regret it. Mostly. It has been a long time since you had this much fun but you wish you drank a little less as you still feel your head ache.

Quickly washing your hands, you make your way back to your bed, stumbling along the route as you get comfortable beneath the comforter again. Snuggling into the pillows, you close your eyes, almost traveling back to dreamland but a certain sound garners your attention, preventing your slumber. It sounds distant, like a bell ringing and you think you are dreaming. But then, you hear it a couple more times and you sit up, eyes half closed, silently cursing under your breath. Your eyes move to your bedside clock.

7:05 am.

Who the fuck is at the door this early on a weekend?

Grumbling to yourself, you scramble out of your bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you open the door to your room.

"You really have some balls showing up here, on a weekend morning at that." Your sleep-ridden brain takes a while to process that the voice is Chan's.

"Please- just- let me talk to her."

The second voice, however, doesn't take much time to be registered by your foggy mind. His voice sends shivers up your spine and suddenly you are wide awake, alert, your heart beating like it just ran a marathon.

"Get the fuck out or I will kick you out myself." You hear Chan threaten and you immediately step into the common area, eyes wide as you watch your brother stand on the threshold of the main door, his frame hiding another person. "Chan!" Your voice calls automatically. He turns around and another head pops up from behind him, making your heart skip a few beats.

Jeonghan.

His pleading eyes are the first thing you notice— a spark flickering through them as they meet yours, followed by the faint bags underneath his eyes. His hair is disheveled but the most bewildering thing other than his sudden appearance is his outfit— he's wearing a literal three-piece suit.

Why is he dressed for work on a weekend morning? And why does he look so exhausted?

"Do you want me to throw this sleazeball out?" Chan turns to look at you and your eyes widen at his words. A part of you wants to scold him for his words but the other, bigger part of you puffs in pride. Your little brother just called a billionaire sleazeball right at his face. He really wasn't kidding when he said he's gonna take care of you from now on.

However, you have a lot of questions that need to be answered so you send a proud, reassuring smile his way. "It's alright, Chan. I got this." Your eyes move to Jeonghan, "My room." You mouth, turning on your heel. Begrudgingly, Chan moves out of Jeonghan's way but not before sending a burning glare at the older man as he hurries inside.

With Jeonghan tailing you, you pad into your bedroom and he closes the door behind him. Your room isn't perfect right now, your unkempt bed and messy dresser make you a little embarrassed but shove those thoughts away, clearing your throat as you start making your bed, something to keep you a little distracted and less agitated. "Sit." You murmur, well aware that Jeonghan's eyes are burning into you. He follows your word as he gently sits down at a corner of your bed, his eyes wandering around your room. Silence prevails as you fix your pillows and fold your blanket before sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance.

With the corner of your eye, you watch him stare at the ground, chewing on his lower lip as he fidgets with his fingers. You sigh, "I'm sure you haven't shown up at my place this early on a weekend to just sit in silence."

Your voice seems to break him out of a trance, "Hmm? No, I- I actually came straight from the airport. I was in Singapore the past few days."

That explains his tired look and crinkled clothes. Your heart thuds loudly as you wonder what made him rush to you straight from the airport. But you stop yourself from being too hopeful and stare at him as boredly as possible, waiting for him to continue. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "Anyway. I...I have a lot to say to you."

"I'm sure you do." You can't help the sarcasm in your voice, setting your eyes on the ground.

"I- I am sorry," Jeonghan announces suddenly, a desperate note in his voice. You're surprised at how he cuts to the chase. "I am really sorry for that day, for bringing Mingyu up for no reason. I- I was a coward, okay? I- everything you said was true and it caught me really off guard and before I knew it I was saying those stupid shit but you have to know I didn't mean them." Even though your eyes are not on him, you know he's looking at you with the most pleading gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you say nothing and stare harder at your feet, trying to keep the tears at bay.

A short silence follows before he whispers, "I want more too. I want you completely to myself too. I want to build a life with you too. After you left, it felt like my heart was ripped into two, as cheesy as it sounds. I realized what an idiot I was and I swear I was about to go after you until I got a call and I had to fly out to Singapore immediately." He breathes, his voice the softest. You don't dare move, afraid that if you move, this moment will break and you will wake up to realize everything was just a dream.

Jeonghan sighs quietly, rubbing his temples, "I thought about you and me long and hard for the past few days. And I realized how much joy you bring into my life and how much I hate being away from you. Without knowing I've fallen for you too and I can't imagine my life without you anymore. Yes, I had different thoughts before but that was just me being a stubborn asshole. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. I'm...done playing. I like you, ____. Fuck, I love you."

You can't stop yourself from looking over at him, the passion and need in his voice pulling you like a siren's call, your eyes wildly searching his face for any clue on whether he is joking. But you're met with an expectant, almost shy gaze as he watches you with bated breath, pupils blown out as if he himself just realized his feelings.

"I-" Whatever you wanted to say, dies on your throat. You struggle to find the right words as your brain becomes a mushy pile of mess, tears brimming in your eyes. "Do- do you m-mean it?"

"I do."

A lone tear makes its way down your cheek as you shake your head at the incredulity of the situation. Half of you still can't believe that this is real while the other half weeps in happiness, not knowing what else to do. You don't realize you are quietly sobbing until you feel Jeonghan rest the gentlest of hands on your shoulder, as he scoots closer to you. "Hey," he calls for you, pushing the stray hair out of your face to take a look at you. Your misty eyes confuse him as he retracts his hand from your shoulder,

"I- did I do something wrong? Do you not feel the same about me anymore?"

Despite the situation, you can't help but roll your eyes. This man is so fucking dense when it comes to emotions. Sighing, you wipe your eyes and sit straighter, turning to look at him. "What do you mean I don't feel the same about you anymore?" You glare at him. "I couldn't get you out of my mind ever since I last saw you, asshole. How could I? I fucking love you. I was mad at you- maybe still am but I love you so freaking much, Yoon Jeonghan." The tears you wiped away start to reappear as you utter your fragile truth while trying to stay mad at him. As you hear yourself say the words, you once again realize just how much you mean them, how much he means to you.

Jeonghan, however, seems elated, as the playful spark in his eyes return, accompanied by happiness as his lips break into the sweetest grin which you can't help but reciprocate.

He doesn't say anything but wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest where you immediately melt. It's your safe place; his strong arms, his warmth, the rhythm of his heartbeat, his intoxicating scent. You bury your nose into his chest, arms gripping his waist tightly as you feel all the stress and worry melt away. You are happy, happier than ever, safe and you feel like you can do anything in the world right now. Jeonghan's fingers repeatedly stroke your hair as he whispers, "I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm so sorry."

"Well...I can forgive you if..." You pull back from his arms as your eyes wander to his pink lips and whisper shyly, "you kiss me right now." Jeonghan smirks, happy, surprised, proud and he wastes no time to attach his lips to yours. Fireworks go off in your head as you revel the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his addictive taste that you so desperately craved. Your tongues dance against each other passionately as you lose yourself in his taste and touch. Moaning, one of your hands moves to push off his blazer from his shoulder as he shuffles, moving on top of you, pushing you backward on the bed. Your hands aimlessly claw his back as you try to wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him closer.

"Wait- fuck." Jeonghan pants, resting his weight on his arms as his blown out pupils meet yours. "I- I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not here for sex... so if you don't want to, we-"

"Who are you and what have you done with Jeonghan?" You tease, raising a brow at his attitude. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "I'm serious."

"So am I. Who's this gentleman and where is the playboy I know?" You fake frown, pretending to scrutinize his face. Jeonghan sighs in defeat. "He's gone for good. However, if you don't like this gentleman, then I have no choice but to bring out the demon." His voice deepens as he nips on your jawline before trailing down towards your neck where he licks and bites until pretty marks form. "Oh yeah?" You sigh, eyes falling shut as you squeeze the bedsheets in your hands. "Let's see how rough you can be." You challenge. Jeonghan stops his ministrations to take a look at you and once he realizes you're serious, his demeanor completely changes. He sits up and commands, "Take your shirt off, little brat. Don't make me repeat myself."

You spring into action, a coy smile sitting on your face as you quickly take the clothing off, pussy throbbing at his deep voice, his no-nonsense tone and the heated gaze he sends your way.

Once your top half is naked his hands reach for your pajamas but not before drinking in your naked form, his eyes scanning every inch of your naked half hungrily. In a swift tug, they come off and when he sees you're not wearing any underwear, he cocks a brow at you as heat flares in your face. "No underwear huh?" He chuckles, tossing your pajamas behind him. Leaving you squirming, touch starved, and butt naked on the bed, he stands up and starts taking his shirt off, painfully slow. He sees the clear desperation in your eyes which makes him grin predatorily. Your eyes move along with his hands as you openly ogle every inch of skin that comes into view. Once the shirt is off, he removes his belt and then his pants and boxers as they bunch around his thighs. What you were waiting for finally comes into view and you let out an unabashed moan, pussy clenching at the sight of his hard, bobbing length.

"Please," you whisper automatically, eyes meeting his turbulent gaze as you swallow at the thought of his length inside your mouth. You've only sucked him off a couple of times, during which you couldn't even fit it whole inside your mouth. Jeonghan had been patient with you, guiding you through it and pulling you off of him too quickly, saying you will get hurt. However, you feel like he won't be doing that today and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

"What are you doing? Come over here and suck like a good girl." He orders and you immediately crawl towards the end of your bed, hands reaching to pump the base of his throbbing length. The pink tip leaks a few beads of precum and focusing your eyes on him, you give him a kittenish lick, his taste coating your mouth. Moaning, you wrap your lips around the swollen tip, sucking his cock head, eyes never leaving his. Hissing, he grabs a fistful of your hair. "I said, suck."

His tone makes your pussy gush as you happily do so, enveloping his length with your mouth, until you feel him touch the back of your throat and he isn't even fully inside yet. Pulling back, you take a deep breath before diving back in and you don't stop until you can feel him in your throat, his full length lodged inside your mouth. Tears leak out of your eyes as you breathe through your nose, trying not to gag as your pussy throbs.

"Oh fuck-" Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. "Fuck, that feels so good." His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy.

He picks up pace, hips thrusting into your mouth faster as his hands hold an iron grip on your head. Tears now freely stroll down your face, as you simply keep your jaw slack, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth, letting Jeonghan fuck your face. Your hands work on your clit, rubbing it in fast motions, trying to bring yourself to an orgasm.

"Fuck, are you touching yourself, dirty girl?" Jeonghan hisses, craning his head to one side as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with your pussy. "Does sucking me off turn you on that much? Dirty slut." Jeonghan smirks, making you mewl as you increase the movement of your fingers, your orgasm approaching quicker due to his filthy words. Just when you are about to fall into your orgasm, he pushes your mouth off of his length as he breathes heavily, dark eyes watching you. "Get your hands off your pussy." He orders making you whine.

"Please-"

Impatient, he does it himself as he pries your fingers away from your core before pushing you back onto the bed. He then takes off his pants and boxers before crawling on top of you, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watches your heated face, eyes full of need, beckoning him closer. "I need to come inside you." He whispers, more to himself than you as his lips trail over your earlobe and then down your jawline.

"P-please do." You beg, heavy breaths falling from your lips. "Mhmm. I will. But I need to prep you first." He moves down towards your pussy but your desperation stops him. "Don't n-need it. Please, just f-fuck me." Your hands grab his biceps, eyes silently begging him. Jeonghan halts. "Are you sure, darling? I don't wanna-"

"Please! I can take it. J-just fuck me." You whine, your desperation reaching its tipping point. The need to have him inside you right now is enough to make you go mad.

You want to point out how you are literally dripping onto the bed, a wet patch forming on the sheets but instead, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer before reaching out to cup his cheek. "Please, I've missed you. Need you, daddy."

Your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. "You asked for it." He warns and that's all you get before he's pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

"Careful babe, don't want your little brother hearing us," Jeonghan whispers lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear and you can feel the bastard smirk cockily. Biting your lip, you refrain from making any more noise as Jeonghan increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. "Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks.

"Please...gonna come- make m-me come." you plead and Jeonghan listens, one of his hands moving to push a couple of his fingers into your mouth. "Suck," He commands softly, dark eyes watching as you wrap your lips around his digits, sucking them sloppily like it is his cock, never breaking eye contact. Spikes of pleasure shoot throughout your veins as he retreats his fingers from your mouth and places them on your sensitive nub. "Oh my god!" You wail, eyes falling shut as your body arches at his touch.

Jeonghan starts playing with your clit, rubbing it swiftly before pulling and pinching it between his index and thumb. His mouth showers kisses and nips on your neck and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure consumes you, the tightly winded coil in your gut snapping as you feel a violent orgasm wreck your body. Jeonghan comes with you, releasing deep inside you in thick spurts, his breathy noises prolonging your orgasm. You think you almost black out for a second before you feel Jeonghan pick up the pace again as he whispers. "One more love, wanna feel you come one more time."

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan's hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his scent.

"G-gonna come again," you mewl into his neck, making him huff as he grunts. "Yeah? Me too baby. Come on, come for me, my love."

His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name. Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can't hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. He collapses next to you and wastes no time to pull you close, your sweaty bodies tangling into a mess but you don't mind. The safety and comfort of being in his arms post orgasm, no worries whatsoever and hearing his heartbeat is enough to lull you to sleep. And you are almost drifting off when he suddenly asks. "You wanna tell me about that notification from Sugar and Spice?"

You blink, prying your tired eyes open as you peek a look at him. The view takes your breath away, the early morning sun falling on one side of his face, bathing it in an angelic glow, accentuating his features, his hair messily falling over his face and a soft, playful smile resting on his face. Your heart beats loudly in your ears and you realize you just fell in love with him all over again.

"Babe?" He calls, a knowing smirk on his face. "I know I'm gorgeous but can you stare at me later?" His voice snaps you out of his thoughts as you roll your eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. He props his body on one of his elbows and peeks at your face, waiting for your explanation and a shy smile sets on your face as you think about the answer to his question.

A few days ago, on an afternoon when you were bored and broken hearted, you logged into the sugar daddy app to go through it one last time before deleting it. Just for fun, you had typed in what you were looking for, waiting for the app to find you a match and lo and behold, it matched you with Jeonghan. You had screamed, half surprised and half annoyed at how that man wouldn't just leave you alone. And somehow, as you were throwing the tantrum, you accidentally liked his profile.

How smooth.

"I was so confused when I got the notification." Jeonghan grins seeing you smile at the memory. "Wanna explain that?" He wiggles his brows. You shove his face away. "Ugh. I just logged into it for fun. I was gonna delete it anyway. Your stupid app matched me with you." Jeonghan feigns hurt. "How could you call it stupid? I'd say it is a very good app because we're a perfect match and now you're my girlfriend." He links his fingers with yours, nuzzling your neck as heat flares through your face.

Girlfriend. Right.

"You wanna tell me why you have a profile on your app? Were you looking for a new sugar baby?" You narrow your gaze at him. Jeonghan's eyes widen. "No! I created my profile long ago, just after I launched it. I mean, I made it so..."

"Mhmm." You hum, snuggling closer to him. "I deleted mine, just so you know. I've already found my sugar daddy."

"Oh? Just a sugar daddy? Not a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, that too." Your eyes remain closed as you shrug like it's no big deal making him laugh quietly. "Well, just so you know, I've found my soulmate, lover, girlfriend...whatever they call it." He breathes, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. His words make your heart melt and you pout your lips for more kisses but he retreats, a cocky smile on his face as he leaves you hanging. "Now let's clean you up, darling."

"Asshole." You mutter under your breath and a smack lands on your ass making you squeal. You turn your head to see Jeonghan heading for your bathroom, throwing a wink at you. With a love-struck smile, you snuggle back into your bed, listening to Jeonghan hum a tune from the bathroom.

Later, after he has cleaned and dressed you up and put on his clothes, Jeonghan heads out of your bedroom, claiming he has to bond with his brother-in-law. His words and the way he so casually announces them give your stomach butterflies; the thought of a future with Jeonghan making your heart melt.

As you lie in your bed hearing your boyfriend and your brother talk from the other room— thankfully and surprisingly not fight, you reach for your phone and look for Sugar and Spice in the app store. Biting your lip, your hands glide over the keyboard as you type out a review.

Five stars. Highly recommend this app. Started out looking for a sugar daddy but ended up with so much more. Give it a try guys and you just might get lucky like me.

Shutting your phone down, you clutch it to your chest and stare at your ceiling, a wide, goofy grin on your face. For probably the first time in your life you feel so happy, so complete, so at peace. Hearing the muffled laughter of Jeonghan and Chan from the other room warms your heart further, making you feel like everything is okay and it is. Sighing in content, you get up from your bed and step out of your room, joining your brother and your boyfriend as they watch a game on the TV. Jeonghan pulls you next to him and with a shy smile, you snuggle close to him, not before raising a surprised so-you-are-getting-along-with-him brow at your brother who rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he excuses himself to the kitchen.

You get comfortable next to Jeonghan, linking your hands with his, eyes trained on the TV screen as he nuzzles his face in your hair before pressing a kiss on your temple. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too." You smile, holding his hand tighter.

And it doesn't get much better than this.

A/N 2: Funny thing, the day I was writing the scene where Dino says he got the modeling gig was the day when Elle Korea released their recent photoshoot with Dino lol. anyway, if you have any drabble requests regarding this couple then my asks are always open. if you enjoyed this please comment and share and you can buy me a kofi here!

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here, there, and everywhere • graham coxon/reader

this fic is based on two prompts y'all sent me:

and

this fic really tested all of my blur knowledge holy Fuck. blur as talking heads au i guess. how cool would it be if they

1. had a girl bassist instead of the cheese tory dude

2. werent as unhappy as they were in the mid 90s (just a bit)

3. were just a little 🤏🏻 bit more female friendly lets just pretend this is a universe where the blurjob passes didnt exist heh

it took me everything i had to make this sound as realistic as it could be. u know these girls who think they could fix patrick bateman or don draper? perhaps y’all could fix blur

consider this a gift n not only me writing for your prompt, @nottuned! thank u so much for all your support n encouragement n for always bein so sweet 🥺 i hope u enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

let’s see how many references to unfortunate britpop moments y’all can find in this

also i hope i captured the silliness of the gossip and drama in that era well. if you enjoyed it, please leave an ask telling me more! ur feedback is rly important to me 😔✊🏻

tw (?) reader has shitty parents

word count: 7.938 (this one's quite long!)

smut. set in the 90s. au.

You were unlocking your door when you heard your house phone ring. The shrill sound echoed through the empty corridors as you hurriedly unwrapped your scarf, tossing your keys and backpack on nearby furniture as you ran to answer the call.

“Hello?” You answer, panting.

“Y/N?”

“Dave?” You smile, that call was a very welcome surprise. Your friend owed you an answer.

-

A few weeks ago, Dave Rowntree, your music classmate who became a close friend, told you that he had teamed up with two other proficient musicians to form a band. Dave was ecstatic, and every day he had new stories about his new friends to tell you between breakfasts and lunches that you shared between the countless hours of rehearsals. Even though you weren't part of the group, you already felt that you knew Damon and Graham like the back of your hand. Yin and Yang. One was expansive, ambitious, vain, impulsive. The other, shy, introspective, anxious and careful.

Damon Albarn wanted to be an actor, Graham Coxon had a firm foot in the visual arts. One was a fan of grand classical compositions, the other was a Beatles fan. They had been friends since they were children, in a seemingly unbreakable bond. Damon dropped out of his theater class not only because out of a sudden he had found a bigger calling in music instead of acting, but also because he couldn't stand being away from his best friend for so long. You found yourself often imagining their faces and voices while trying to make all of the wild and endearingly funny stories Dave told you more tangible in your head.

It was not long before Dave started dropping little hints that they needed someone else for their project. “It’s not that Graham isn’t good at bass,” he’d say, “but we could do better.” It wasn't at the top of your plans to be part of a band right now, especially as you were preparing intensely to join the Royal Academy of Music, and he knew it. When you mentioned the conversations you had with Dave about the boys on your family dinner, in quiet wonder and timid want of being part of something really exciting, your parents wrinkled their noses. Focus on the greater things, they’d say. Don’t let these boys distract you from your goal.

Our goal, they meant to say. Since you were born, you never knew if the things you wanted were really your will or theirs.

But anyway.

That dynamic went on for a while, until the day Dave invited you to audition for them while you shared a Diet Coke in the tube home.

“Will it take too much of my time?” You asked, coyly.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll let you in that quickly.” He chuckles, amused by your confidence. You playfully elbow him in return. He knew how good you were at what you did, though, and there’s lightness in his tone when he continues, “But no, unless you let it. You’ll probably have to stand up to Damon every once in a while.” He sips the drink, handing it over to you.

“What about Graham? How much is he determined to make it big?”

“Damon’s the one who wants it the most. Graham’s studying Fine Arts at Goldsmiths, so. There’s still cautiousness in him.”

“Huh. Okay then.” You reply, thoughts running wild. “Do we have a time and date?”

“Is tomorrow ok to you?”

“Sure. After our class?”

“Perfect.” The train reaches his station. He ruffles your hair: “See you tomorrow then.”

“See you.”

You don’t tell anything about it to your parents, you just warn them that you’ll arrive a bit later than usual. Dave’s intel was crucial to your choice of songs: knowing Graham was the beatlemaniac and also the rational brake to Damon’s tireless ambition, you knew who to please and have as an ally, so you build an innovative and fresh mashup of Paul McCartney’s greatest basslines to play for them. Of course it could backfire, but you didn’t care. You had a hell of a good ear anyway and if Damon wanted you to play anything out of the blue, you would improvise beautifully over it.

The day comes. You didn’t know why you were that nervous for an amateur audition. You weren’t even sure if it was the right path to follow, given that, depending on how focused Damon really was and how contagious his aspiration was, being part of a band could really take you out of your predestinated course. The reason why you were so nervous, now thinking a little more about it, may be because deep inside, you want your path to be a little less predictable. You didn’t want to fill your heart with hopes that you might make it big and travel all over the world because you didn’t even know them. But… what if it clicks? You knew some people in the scene whose work was getting seriously recognized out there.

Meeting them for the first time was an enigmatic experience. Damon was incredibly brash and cocky - not the first theater kid you’ve met in your life. Graham was way more approachable, though also a bit conceited when pushed just right. You wondered if you’d fit in that boys’ club, and decided you wouldn’t be an easy target for discredit or any kind of shit they might give you. “Took me a while to fully get their trust. You’ll do just fine”, Dave said, out of their earshot.

That gave you more fuel to play amazingly well. Damon definitely wasn’t one to be impressed quickly, but he was, when you finished your set. So was Graham - Graham was starry eyed with your performance, actually. Albarn showed you a song and asked you if you could improvise to it, just as you imagined. Of course you could, on the first play. You even suggested some adjustments to its structure. Your feedback was welcomed and noted.

-

Even though everything went surprisingly well, you still weren't sure if you would be a member of “Seymour”, as they called themselves. (You knew it wasn’t the best name, but you didn’t have a better suggestion at the time so you’ve kept your opinion to yourself.) Graham became eerily quiet out of a sudden and wouldn’t cross eyes with you the entire time you were there. Damon, well, was Damon. Perhaps he thought you were too ordinary and mainstream for deciding to play Beatles when he’s trying to be the new avant-garde Jesus.

But Dave's news was different than you expected. “They really, really enjoyed your audition. As I thought they would.” You can hear the smile in his voice. "When can you rehearse with us?"

-

Months after, on your first gig as a fully formed and integrated band, Damon was hit in the face by a guy twice his size, Graham vomited onstage and you and Dave had to take care of both. A beautiful way to close the already exquisite day you had, after you fought with your parents, got kicked out of your childhood home and gave up on entering the Royal Academy of Music two days after you received your acceptance letter featuring rave reviews of your entrance exam.

Dealing with these boys - no, grown-ass men - was hard, but not completely unpleasant. If it were totally unpleasant, you wouldn’t give up on your entire life to embark on such an adventure.

You - plural you - were so gifted and Damon’s compositions were so good. You could see that artsy pretentious mess of an act going somewhere. Of course, you were a bit lost in your life, but so were they, as you ran from city to city meeting new people and trying new things in your journey to fame.

Loneliness, once a close friend, became a distant acquaintance. One you didn’t know anymore.

You confess you were getting worried, though, with how much money you had left on your savings and how much you were spending lately now that your parents weren’t an active part of your life. Wanting to eat something you cannot dream of buying without that money being really useful in a much more critical situation, not having nearly enough money to replace something important that broke or got torn off was frustrating. Some basic things became luxuries out of a sudden.

One day in particular, you very briefly mentioned that you were dying to eat a slice of chocolate cake, but your voice was so small and everyone was so immersed in their duties you thought no one gave two shits to what you said. Two days later, Graham arrived late at rehearsal with a small chocolate cake in his hands, handing it over to you like it was a completely ordinary act. Nothing in the way he acted told you he expected a reward, it was so natural and… gentle. You knew no one in your band could buy a chocolate cake without it being apocalyptic to their personal finances during that time.

That day, you were assured by fate that feeling lost together was better than feeling guided alone.

-

The band finally got on track - strictly musically speaking. Personally speaking, many contemporaries who followed you at parties and other events described you as an ever-growing odd, annoying and intermittently disarming bunch - and Blur and its members became household names, at least in the UK. It became harder and harder everyday to impose yourself as an entire industry and its target public aimed to tear you down. Men couldn’t understand.

(Graham Coxon was the one who tried the hardest to.)

It was four in the morning. You’ve got used to following your bandmates to hospitals, running away from trouble or knowing when to relish in it. But it was the first time you offered yourself to clean up dried blood from one’s face, given how much you hated seeing the fluid and even fainted when younger whenever exposed to it.

You, so delicately, wipe the saline solution-soaked cotton across Graham’s face, who flinches at the cold sensation on his still sensitive skin. He stares at you with the eyes of a child, and you couldn’t help but give him a slight, warm smile in return, which he retributes. Your face conveyed gratitude and affection towards the one you were taking care of. Your hands still struggled to stay completely still after the surge of adrenaline your body received a few hours ago.

Being the only girl in a massive band, and one the music magazines and mainstream media loved sexualizing, meant having paparazzis in your window in odd hours (not that that’s acceptable in any hour, but you had to lower your standards even more these days), meant having different photographers trying to pressure you to get into all kinds of uncomfortable angles with skimpy-ass dresses and just count on the intervention of your fellow bandmates so they would stop, also having invasive male fans who would try to harass you in any way they could.

Of course the day where one of your bandmates would get into a fist fight with one of these men inserted into these categories would come. And even though they were all protective of you, each in their own peculiar, increasingly contradictory way, Graham’s dedication to it was sometimes commendable.

You were making your way through a small corridor of people on your way to the stage when a random guy cupped one of your breasts. It’s not like the venue was incredibly tight, it could not have been on accident and it made your blood boil. You turned around to scream at him, and Graham, who was just behind you, threw a punch directly towards the man’s face, without thinking twice.

And oh boy, took a lot of people and a sweet amount of time to separate the two after that.

After all was said and done, Graham had a few scratches, a black eye and a cut brow. He kept dodging your many “sorrys”, “you didn’t have to do this” and other expressions of guilt. “You have nothing to be sorry about, he deserved it”, he kept assuring you, like a mantra, just giving in to your pleas when you supplicated to take care of his wounds during intermission and after the show.

“I get why you did what you did, Gra. I hate that you took such a risk because of me, but I understand.” you say, voice cracking from not using it for a while after spending some good minutes in complete silence taking care of him. “However,” you soak another cotton ball in the saline solution a roadie got you, punctuating the word with a squeeze to the cotton to remove excess liquid. “I was worried sick about you. What if he… had a knife or something? You could’ve got seriously injured. Or killed.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly able to have a good fight,” after wincing from the contact of the cold wet cotton with his dried blood, he purses his lips in a forced, shy smile, trying to light up the mood. He notices your hands are still shaking from the adrenaline, and takes one of them in his bigger ones, trying to calm you down. The fact that he did this for you, coupled with the fear and how tired you felt of having to go through that kind of situation once again, made you cry-laugh from how overwhelmed you felt.

His expression changes to one of pure compassion in an instant. “Hey, don’t--oh my,” he gets up from his chair to embrace you as you pour your frustrations through fat tears running down his shoulder.

“It’s so exhausting,” you mumble, through sobs. “Now I’m putting you in danger too. I feel like I did and I’m still doing everything wrong. I should be the one giving you a shoulder to cry on.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong! Anything at all, I promise you,” he says, tenderly, running his hands through your hair, still holding you tight. “It was his fault! I decided it was the right thing to do. You’re worth the risk. What people have been putting you through is unacceptable.”

“I’m not worth the risk!” You break apart from his arms, trying to get your point across. “What would I do without you if someone killed you? You need to be more careful!”

The silence hangs heavy between you two thanks to the weight of your words.

“You should’ve asked me before you lunged at him, at least. I don’t know.” You wipe your many tears as you move towards the nearest bottle of water to try to calm yourself down. “It’ll never end. I’m so afraid that these situations will get even worse. That,” you motion at his wounds and dirty clothes, “is a bloody tragedy. It’s a tragedy things escalated to this point. You can’t do that forever.”

“This is just a consequence. And something I would do for you in a heartbeat whenever necessary.”

“Graham, I don’t want you to get hurt because--”

“They hurt you. I won’t let you go through that alone. Besides,” he comes closer to you again. “As I already told you, I can take care of myself, most of the time.” He takes your face in his hands, his fingers so delicately running across your cheeks to dry your tears. You knew that gesture wasn’t his way of asking you for anything you weren’t ready to give him yet. He just wanted you to feel safe. “And I want to take care of you.”

“I’m the one cleaning your wounds.”

“A great partnership, I think.” Coxon chuckles softly, and finally gets a smile out of you. As he always does. “And they make me look cool, don’t you think?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, still feeling too emotional to return to the stage. You sigh: “Thank you for being there for me. You know I’m still not very used to it. Just please be safe.”

The roadie returns, a little flustered by interrupting your little moment together. “5 minutes and you’re back, guys.”

“Okay!” You both turn to answer her.

“I’ll be. No need to thank me for anything, Y/N.” He answers, giving your forehead a little kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Give me two minutes. I’ll be right behind you.”

-

“What’s it like, being the only woman in the band?”

Four eyerolls at once don’t seem to faze the interviewer. She waits for your response.

Apparently the thousand invasive questions regarding Damon’s love life and the same bullshit treatment of women as either rare specimen or sex dolls is what pleases the audience of music TV shows these days.

“What do you think?” is what you say.

“Must be a thrill to have these beautiful boys around you all the time. And we’ve heard you never even took advantage of it!”

You don’t like where this is heading. “Is that… a bad thing? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Perhaps some of our lady viewers might think it is. No judgement though!” She raises her hands. “You do you, it’s just that it’s quite unexpected to see prudes in non-Christian bands. I mean… from what we’ve heard.”

“I’m sorry? What are you trying to say? What did you hear?”

Her tongue clicks while she stares at you with defiance and mischief on her eyes, as she goes a little further and raises her voice so it can overlay yours. “Oh love. You do know what I’m talking about. There’s no need to be ashamed of being a virgin.”

Your cheek burns intensely and the only thing you wished for was for the ground to swallow you whole. Dave and Graham are especially uncomfortable. Damon’s a bit amused. The three knew almost everything there was to know about you. The one topic that surprisingly they didn’t know about is that you’re still a virgin.

They know you’ve been single for a long time. They know that’s part of what draws so much attention and twisted lore regarding you and your past, but that’s not something they felt they needed to know about you at all, and you truly never felt the need to comment about that with any of them, and they haven’t asked. Not even Mr. “the way to be successful in this game is to make all the boys wanna be you and all the girls wanna sleep with you. In your case that’d work in reverse” Damon Albarn.

“Is that even something that should be discussed in an interview about our music? Is that what your boss told you to ask her about?” Dave answers, his tone venomous.

“Musicians are way more than just music. You’re entertainment in every sense of the word.”

“Who told you that about me?” You asked, not sure if you want to know the answer.

“A lovely elderly lady who lives in Elgin Crescent. She knows you so well.”

That’s your mum. That’s how far low your relationship has degraded. You’re not surprised. That doesn’t feel less like a punch on your gut, but you don’t feel like tumbling again. Not today.

“I know who you’re talking about. Tell her I asked her to go fuck herself and burn in hell. In that order.”

“But that’s your--”

“Yes, she is my mum!” If people are going to expose you anyway, then why don’t you do it on your terms? “We’re truly entertainment in every sense of the word, aren’t we. Not everyone’s mum’s a cunt. Some of us aren’t that lucky.”

“You want to be the next Gallagher sister with the spicy remarks?”

“Not sure. But I do want to be the last person you ever get to interview.”

-

The management of the band wasn’t at all surprised your interview became UK’s topic of the week. People were heavily divided between family is family and we shouldn’t hate our relatives and blood isn’t everything, family can be shitty too. Your bandmates were proud of you. The management was angry but tried to understand, and didn’t press you for further explanations. They suggested a two-week break from everything so Blur could rest their image and start a fresh cycle after that, and you gracefully accepted it.

The whole thing seemed so ridiculous the more you thought about it. Did your mum tell the reporter about that gratuitously? What was their conversation like? How did that even happen?

You became the butt of jokes in some places. You saw other famous people doing challenges between them, countdowns, all sorts of crude remarks. What a pathetic, sad chapter of your career.

You dial Graham, and you feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

“Hey, Gra. It’s me.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He sounds pleasantly surprised. “How's it going?”

“Better, I guess. I have to take my mind off all that chaos though. Are you available right now?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been owing me a movie night for quite a while now and I miss spending time with you. Wanna come over?”

“Aww. Sure, I--um. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“I’m pretty sure I got everything we need here--ah… I think I don’t have any more beers.”

“I’ll buy some then. See ya in a few minutes.”

Actually, you couldn’t take all that chaos off your mind because that was the only thing in it. You’re feeling so nervous.

The main reasons sex wasn’t a priority for you until now were:

You didn’t have any real opportunities of losing your virginity in your teens. You were impossibly introspective until, like, 3, 4 years ago, and the way your family worked hasn’t really allowed you to get really close to people. Be it boyfriends, girlfriends or just friends. Anything that threatened to take time off the various tasks and classes your parents assigned to you just couldn’t be part of your life. To be honest, you still struggled a bit to form meaningful connections with people thanks to how you grew up.

The moment you stopped being shy, you noticed it was a real man’s world out there, especially in music, classical or not. You didn’t want anyone to think you fucked your way up to the top, you didn’t want any messy affairs. Also, you had yourself, and you didn’t get all of the hype regarding the concept of screwing someone. But apparently there’s a lot you’ve been missing, given the importance people seem to give to it. After that incident, even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t give in to any kind of misogynistic pressure, that was one that really got under your skin.

You never really found someone who you felt 100% safe with in that sense until the one who’s about to arrive at your house appeared in your life. Bloody hell, and you don’t even have anything romantic going on. By the time you were a Blur member, you’ve fooled around a bit, but not all the way. You knew how to kiss, knew how to touch yourself and even brought manual satisfaction to some random fool you thought you were into one time. But perhaps this is the time to go all the way. Why not? Everyone knew how close you two were. He made you feel special. He was so kind. And gorgeous. And--

You hear a knock on your door. It’s him. Beers in hand, hair somewhat in place, twitchy as ever.

He comes inside and you feel like your legs will give up anytime. It was not the first time he visited you. It was one of many, actually, and he noticed you were acting… different.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks after a brief dialogue between you two, after plating some snacks for both of you.

“Graham...” You sigh, being really careful with your words. “What is your perception of me?”

“My perception of you?” He smiles. “I… think you’re great. You’re fun to be around. You’re one of the best musicians I know, if not the best. Why are you asking me that?”

“N-nothing. It’s nothing. Also, I asked the wrong question. What was your first perception of me?”

“Uh… the day of your audition?”

“Exactly. You barely talked to me that day.”

His eyes lower to his own feet. “I was really timid, actually. I wasn’t used to being near any girl, especially one who… w-would spend so much time around me if everything went well.”

You giggle. “I thought you hated me.”

“Never!” his smile turns into a full blown laughter. You melt at his confession. “Also because it seemed like you were trying to read my mind or something.”

“Of course! Because I thought you hated me!” Now that was a laughter you two shared. You do a voice: “‘Why is that pesky girl trying to get in my band?’”

“My goodness, no! I don’t even sound like that - you know what, I changed my mind. You suck. Because, besides the fact you don’t even know what I sound like, you still haven’t told me why you are asking me that in the first place.”

You couldn’t help but notice how he slightly cornered you physically in one of the kitchen corridors. Graham could be really persuasive when he wanted to.

“Okay. Right. Um. I’ve been thinking about some stuff.”

“What, exactly?”

“Everything that happened this month. The great virginity debacle,” you roll your eyes, and he scoffs.

“You don’t own anyone any information about what you do or don't do with your life. Everyone’s being so invasive. That was incredibly childish of the reporter to do, and we talked about that hundreds of times.”

“Yeah, but… you know what, forget it.”

“Tell me, Y/N. I just said that because I want you to know you were not in the wrong.”

“I know. It’s just… I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s silly for me to… keep closing myself for affection. Any kind of affection.”

“What are you talking about?” His brows furrowed in curiosity.

“I’m not sure if it’s the pressure that finally got under my skin, but… I’m willing to learn what all the fuss is about. Maybe it’s silly that I’m still a virgin.”

He bites his lips, still processing what you just said, expression unreadable. Perhaps you’ve treaded a ground you shouldn’t. You step back both literally and figuratively. “I’m sorry I even brought that up--”

“No, no, don’t be.” He assures you. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all. I swear.”

“And...” You know what. You already went too far, so why not go all the way. You’ve already gone way past the point of no return. “I was wondering if… you would… popmycherry?”

His eyes widen, yours still closed. When you finally open them, he’s closer to you again.

If his head was a machine, you’re sure it would be releasing lots of steam and shaking due to overprocessing. You felt like you just ruined everything.

“Y/N, you don’t need to do it if you don’t really want to.”

“But I want it! At first I thought I didn’t, but then I thought...”

“I don’t want to be part of that if you’re just doing it to fulfill weird expectations.”

“But it’s not that. Not just... that. I asked about your perception of me because I really like you, Gra. I think we should be more than friends and I wanted to know what you think about me. And I want to know what the fuss is about, yes, but I’m not telling you that just so I can lose my virginity to prove some point. I’m telling you that because I like you, I want to kiss you, and I think it would be a great idea if you showed me what it’s like. Y-you know, sex.”

“I-I can’t believe it. Did you even have any movie in mind?” His smile’s back, but you’re still not confident about what his answer will be.

“I didn’t. I’m sorry. You don’t have to--”

He sighs. “I was in love with you the moment I first saw you, actually.” He says it like he’s releasing a huge load out of his back, his arms crossed. Now your eyes widen, and you hold your breath without even noticing. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I know how you feel, or, felt about relationships, so… there wasn’t any reason for me to tell you that. And what I said about being timid was just half of the truth.”

“Huh?”

“I also was really intimidated by how pretty you looked. You can’t imagine how.”

“No way.”

“It’s true. I felt like I wasn’t even worthy of looking at you, really.”

“You’re joking. That’s mean, Gra.”

“I’m not. I’m really not.” He doesn’t look like he is joking. He looks relieved. “I’m really not. That’s why I’m so surprised by your request.”

“I’m nothing special.”

“You are everything to me. But I can’t accept your offer, not now.”

“Are you… seeing someone? Am I too late?”

“No. Definitely not. I just want you to be sure you’re not doing it because people are saying you should.”

“Graham, I’m a grown woman.”

“I know.”

Graham carefully presses his slightly chapped lips to yours, kissing you for a few precious, heart stopping seconds before pulling away; his voice is impossibly silky when he suggests, “Let’s watch a movie. How about The Godfather? I heard it’s airing tonight. Then, if in two weeks you don’t change your mind, tell me and I’ll be glad to help you with what you want. Do we have a deal?”

“That’s so unfair. I want you so bad.” You whisper.

“Tell me if you still do in two weeks.”

You sigh, defeated. “...Deal.”

-

You definitely notice the subtle shift in Graham’s personality and actions after that fateful night. If you were already close, both figuratively and literally, it now seemed like he would use any excuse to always touch you, be near you, sometimes tease you. The shift was subtle, though, don’t forget it’s still Graham Coxon we’re talking about - the constant “is it okay if”s or “is it alright if I”s were still there, as careful as ever. You don’t even talk about your deal that entire time, or even kiss again - sometimes you wondered if it was even real or just a fabrication of your mind.

The way he now caressed your hand discreetly when you listened to Damon’s ramblings, the way his hands now went directly to your waist when your games became too handsy, the way he seemed to be madly in love with everything you were and still are from the start - made you realize you were ready for this man to be a consistent part of your life.

The dust of the controversy was settled, and your own intentions were 100% clear to you now. The societal pressure has waned. The need for Graham to be your first persisted. After exactly 2 weeks have passed, you call him again, yearning to share the answer with him.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

Four beeps. “Hello?”

You release a sigh hidden deep inside of your lungs. “Graham, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh. It’s been two weeks.” You could hear the contemplative tone of his voice.

“...Yeah. That’s precisely the reason I’m calling you.”

“Do you still want to…?”

“...Desperately.”

“Ok.” He chuckles, flustered as hell on the other side of the phone, probably one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. “Right. Ok. Your place or mine?”

“I think there’ll be an element of mystery if I go to your place this time.” You lose some of the constraints this silly shyness has been tying you on. “Do you have everything we might need there?”

“We don’t need a dungeon, you know.”

“The basics.” You make your smile heard.

“I do have… I do have the basics.”

“See you in a few minutes then.”

“Will you want to… ease into it? Or just go straight to it?”

“God, don’t make it awkward!” Your cheeks burn, your smile turning into contagious laughter. “Maybe… I don’t know. Ease into it, I guess? A movie night… but with s-something else?”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“Alright then. See you.”

“See you.”

-

You don’t choose any particularly fancy or sexy clothes, instead settling for a slightly oversized yellow striped shirt he gave you as a birthday present some months ago and some skirt that fit you well. He wasn’t one to lavish his loved ones with gifts all the time, but few things were as precious as the look on his face whenever he saw you wearing something he gave you or, hell, even eating something he paid for you. You’re thrilled to see it again when he opens the door for you, it easing some of your deepest doubts.

2001: A Space Odyssey is already playing on the TV when you arrive. Despite it being one of your favorite movies of all time, and his, you’re not mad it was already halfway through when you arrived. It wasn’t your main priority to rewatch it for the 17th time tonight.

He offers you some wine, which you accept to ease the nerves. You sit on his couch, and he shares the cozy space with you, now mindlessly throwing one of his arms around your shoulders. You cuddle up to him, and everything seems peaceful in the world for a while.

The tip of his fingers softly caress your lifted knee, absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but notice how well his body fits with yours, how your skin was apparently made for him to touch, and the anxiety rumbles in your stomach like a storm in a wild wavy sea. After some minutes, you raise your head, his big brown eyes meeting yours as if asking you a silent question. You leaned up a bit more to press your lips to his, in a silent answer. The sweetness in him makes this moment as precious as every other moment you ever shared with him. His hands enter your hair, making you shiver a bit from the unfamiliarity and the electricity of it all - but it doesn’t sway you from deepening the kiss, wanting more of his taste, more of this, more of him.

“Do you wanna take this to the bed?” He whispers, after noticing your moans were becoming more frequent and needy. You nod, and you are taken by surprise when he carries you bridal style to it, hiding your excited giggles in his broad shoulders.

Graham wasn’t exactly the most organized man in the world - so the fact that his bedroom was now impossibly tidy was something that positively caught your attention. He put some planning into this. He lays you down and you part your legs, beckoning him to meet you between them. He does, and you go back to the breathtaking makeout session. You notice he’s holding himself back a bit, taking his time, his warm tongue moving smoothly, not hurriedly, against yours. His self control falters a bit though, given how he can’t stop grinding against you. You follow the rhythm of his hips a bit timidly and not nearly as in sync as you’d really like, though the pressure his covered cock is creating against your core can already be felt and some particular thrusts are able to fill at least partially the aching, wet need growing within you.

“How do you feel about oral?” He asks, breath warm near your ear, his voice raspy and spent by his desire for you.

“Um… It would be my first time receiving or doing it.”

“Would you like me to go down on you?”

“Wow. I never thought I would hear you saying something like that.” You smile, still assimilating the situation you’re in, trying not to show how badly his voice is affecting you. “Sure.”

“I never thought I would get to propose this to you. Aren’t we full of surprises lately.” He smiles back, warmly. He notices your hands trembling a bit from how anxious you are while you’re taking off your underwear with his help, and as he lowers himself to where you need him most, he takes your hands in his as an act of reassurance. “Tell me what you like. Tell me if what I’m doing works for you. I want this to be a great experience.”

“You want me to get addicted to you, that’s what you want,” He chuckles, lovingly kissing your thigh as a reply. “Okay, Gra. Guess I’ll find out along the way.”

You quickly take a peak below you to see the lower half of his face disappear in the middle of your thighs. The sight alone sets your fire ablaze, as he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you closer to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the curls between your legs tantalizingly and his breath catching when your hips jerk forward.

As he begins his ministrations, you immediately notice it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. That feeling was completely alien to you. It was even wetter than you expected, and weird, but powerfully pleasant. Before this exact moment, you had a firm belief that hardly anyone else would make you feel the same way, or better, than you do yourself, but apparently you were very wrong. Thankfully you were wrong. “My god,” you gasp as the flat of his tongue drags over your folds, too much and not enough, and you jerk at the contact. “This is great. So weird, but-- great.”

He moans at your response, his movements carefully enthusiastic. He works his tongue between your folds and traces up to curl the tip of it around your clit, and it’s quite endearing and madly arousing to see how he eats out you like you’re the sweetest and tastier dessert he has ever tasted. You involuntarily buck against him with a desperate sound the moment he moves his tongue and lips in a particularly wicked way, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but you still feel the need to highlight in case it didn’t - “That. Keep doing that, please,”

And he does. The building of this climax is also different than the ones you already had by your own hands, and is more coy. As he sees the drops of sweat sliding along your soft skin and the expressions on your face as you get lost in this new but enchanting sensations, his hesitation and self-control fades away; there’s nothing uncertain in the way he buries his face in your cunt now, nothing restrained in the groan he lets out as he devours you and drinks you down as if you’re the first stream of water he has seen in days.

His tongue glides deeper in your folds again and again, swirling up through the wetness you’re coated with to tease at your clit while he grunts and strains closer, squeezing your thighs with both hands tight. The wave of heat inside of you is cresting so fast, you don't even know how to tell him, how to signal that you’re nearly done for and, in the end, it happens too fast to even try. He sucks at your clit, circling it with his tongue, once, twice, and then you’re crying out, shaking underneath him, trying to keep your thighs from clenching too hard around his head as he laps you through it with with urgent whimpers and moans, as if he cannot have enough of you.

You’re still trembling when he rises, the look on his face revealing to you how proud he feels by making you feel this way. It looks so good on him.

You fail miserably at the simple task of connecting words together after that, choosing instead to collect your remaining strength, prop yourself up and beckon him again to keep kissing him and learn, through his talented tongue, how you taste. He kisses the thin fabric of the shirt at your chest that covers you from view, your throat, your jaw, and before he reaches your impatient lips, he notes, sinfully, “Seems like you enjoyed yourself, love.”

“That was… unbelievable. Stars, I want to make you feel good too. Please show me how.”

“Keep kissing me,” he begs, voice still strained from how aroused he is. “I want to be inside you so bad. Let’s get you prepared.” You’re still so sensitive, you tread on overstimulation when his fingers lightly touch your clit, making you break the kiss in a hiss. He traces a line on your folds, inspecting the impact his mouth had on you. “So wet for me.”

“Bit slower, Gra,” He complies to your breathy plea, his fingers now more tame as he slowly spreads your wetness throughout your pussy. He stretches towards the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, interrupting his contact to spread some on his fingers before unhurriedly slipping his middle finger inside of you. The coldness of the gel makes you shiver in surprise, the easiness brought by it very welcomed. Again - the sensation is odd. Completely unfamiliar. The feeling of having something inside of you for the first time, going further than you ever dared to try, probing, exploring; the coldness of the lube clashing against your burning hot cunt. But it also felt nice. The focused look on his face was adorable, he looked like he was a scientist in the middle of very complex research.

Despite the panting, the messy hair and the fire in his eyes.

Your body already has a lot of new sensations to process simultaneously, so when he asks you to take off your bra and shirt so his tongue can work on your nipples - which you gladly accept, you feel like you’re on sensual overload. His tongue, again, so talented, takes your mind off the slight burning you feel when he introduces his ring finger to your soaked, throbbing core, his focused, carefully overpowering and constant stimulation driving you insane.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice muffled by your breast. You nod, carried by the wave of pleasure sweeping you.

“Yes. God, yes.” You pant, tangling your fingers tightly on his thick hair as an encouragement, a desperate sound escaping from your lips the moment he reaches a certain point within you you didn’t even know existed, hot mouth continuing to lick and suck your nipple. Even though you were spent by your last orgasm, he was indeed getting you addicted to those new feelings, and even though this was heavenly, truly heavenly, you needed more. “Gra, I’m ready, I think.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Releasing your nipple from his lips with a sounding pop, he eagerly frees himself from his trousers - hard as a brick - and puts protection and lubrication on, swiftly positioning himself between your thighs while stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You motion to take off your skirt, and he holds your hand, not letting you. “Don’t. It’ll be really hot to fuck you in this.” He confesses, giving your forehead a kiss in a very different context than before. He aligns his forehead with yours, each of your lips just barely touching while you breathe each other’s air. He looks deep into your eyes, slowly running the tip of his cock between the slick folds of your pussy, coating himself in the remnants of your pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

You trust me to know your limits? Not to go any further if you don’t really want me to?

“Absolutely.”

The only response you get from him is a shuddering, helpless moan into your mouth and you hold him tighter to you, grinding your still sensitive cunt up against his cock while he pulls hard at the soft fur next to your head. You feel your soaking pussy lips part around the solid curve of his length and gradually coat the underside of him in slick with every gentle circle and roll your hips make, as he finally pulls away from your mouth to drop his forehead to your neck. He then, very slowly, penetrates you, stopping when he hears the noises you make indicating you’re struggling to adjust to his presence. Out of everything you’ve felt in the last minutes, this was by far the most painful sensation. “This-- is new,” you note, your face completely incapable of hiding the discomfort. He also notices that.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“It’s okay. I’ll get used to it.”

“It’s not supposed to be about endurance, you know.” He says, a bit breathless and worried, caressing your hair. “Tell me when it’s okay to move. Or if you feel too much pain.”

After some long seconds and some deep breaths, you say: “Okay. Go on.”

“As you wish.”

He moves inside you at a very slow pace, the lubrication clearly making it easier for you to handle it. It still hurts, significantly, but the sensation of being filled is also surprisingly arousing.

His hand moves to your sensitive clit again in small, measured circles, your little moans being a mixture of the pain of penetration and the sheer ecstasy of seeing him falling apart because of you. The way his chest heaves while the drops of sweat start pearling his fair skin, the furrowed brows and broken groans, the thickness of him as he rests heavy up against your entrance, the way his voice presses deliciously tight in his throat as he gasps out into the quiet room - everything’s making your chest burst in love and satisfaction. You tighten your grip around him and roll your hips up into his cock, letting it break you open nice and slow; it stretches you wide with a deliciously sharp fullness and pleasure rips through you, and Graham becomes even more vocal as he picks up a steady and gradually faster pace. He turned all of your keys, it’s about time you turn some of his.

“Graham, deeper,” you whimper, continuing to tighten your legs and hoist yourself up, lifting your hips to take his cock deeper inside you. His name rips itself from your throat while Coxon clenches his jaw and starts to lose himself in the pleasure, holding you down into the bed while he allows your desperation to guide him to the perfect angle and speed to sate you. He found denying you to be impossible.

He snarls and curses as he holds you down and rails you, determined to make you sing again before he finishes, and to his delight, your heightened sensitivity gives him what he wants. And this time, he couldn't hold on.

Graham kisses you one last time as he groans and gives in, head dropping to your neck again. You didn’t reach a second climax, but stars, what an experience you just had.

When he comes back to himself enough to realise he still had you practically folded in half, he carefully pulls his softening cock free, taking the condom off and taking the strands of hair out of your face as you struggle to catch your breath. You suggest a shared bath, a suggestion he gladly accepts.

Too tired and too sore for pillow talk, comfortable silence falls as your hand finds his, and you lay, listening to each other’s breathing slowly settle.

I could get used to his little snore on my chest, is the last thought that twinkles on your mind before you fall asleep snuggled with him.

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by design pt. 3// Prince Friedrich

series masterlist

summary: friedrich and y/n’s arrival in prussia! ft. frederica ;))

word count: 4.7k

warnings: none

a/n: apologies for the long wait darlings. here she is though. and she is a long one. also a side note for those who love symbolism as much as i do 💐 ;) also, my banabaer @milkbaer this one is for u baby. thank you for all of your help!!!

a german lesson: Gänschen means goose🦆 (that’s a duck but we can pretend) and schloss means palace/chateau/mansion

The massive railway station stood proudly as the gateway to Potsdam, located right where the forest met the city. Three archways made of worn bricks welcomed old friends and strangers alike. There was something in the slightly tinted mossy green that offered you an odd sense of home. Like you had been here before.

Friedrich stood next to you near the exit. You had had breakfast together, then got ready separately before meeting each other again here.

“I had a lot of memories with this train station,” Friedrich said as the train finally passed the great archway.

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath the entire time, waiting for the wheels to come to full stop. You had been storing information from Lea and Ilse about Friedrich’s mother all morning. Anything that might help you strike up a decent conversation with her from her favorite flowers (gardenias) to her pets (a schnauzer named Fifi). Since then, you had been a little preoccupied by your own imaginations of her as a mother.

From the way Friedrich talked about her, your first guess was that they were extremely like-minded. Aside from that, there was the fact that she was a Queen to consider. She obviously must be extremely elegant and poised. Even her dog sounded posh-Fifi the Schnauzer...

You were still listening to Friedrich though, just not closely. “Really?” you asked, your eyes following the platform numbers as they passed by.

He nodded proudly. “I ran here from the Palace and caught the train to Berlin for a boxing match.”

You laughed, now entirely engaged in imagining little Friedrich fleeing from his guards. “And how old were you?”

“Thirteen. I skipped a dancing lesson.”

“Shame. You could have become a ballerina and outdone my stunts at your Christmas party.”

“Who’s to say that I did not? There are still many shocking things that you don’t know.” His plan to distract you from your own nerves had worked wonderfully well. You two continued to discuss his boxing match up until you were escorted out of the station.

There, you were greeted by a great spectacle of carriages and a horse parade. Everywhere you looked there were men in uniforms. They were on horses, in open top carriages, on the streets, all waiting for you and Friedrich.

Back in London, your family frequently had two to three carriages to accompany you to social functions. It was already considered excessive for the ton. You would have laughed at the idea of this. Or to be honest, wouldn’t have even been able to imagine having an entire parade to accompany you a couple of blocks down the street.

And of course, you could not forget the icing on the cake-the largest carriage you had ever seen. The one you saw in France could not compare and certainly not the one in England. This one was completely enveloped in gold from top to toe-or rather from roof to wheels. On the top of the roof, there were golden cherubs holding up an olive branch and flowers.

It was a harsh reminder that Friedrich, someone who you had grown to identify as your friend over the last several hours, was also the firstborn son of the King, heir apparent to the throne. And you were his wife. Whatever agreement you had made with each other in private was not valid in the public eye. Here, you were a Princess. The Princess.

As Friedrich watched you marvel in the magnificence of the royal parade, he turned to Heinrich with a last minute decision. Well last minute for his father and valet but not for him. Friedrich had wanted to visit his mother for ages.

“I’m heading to my mother’s. We’ll catch up with the staff afterwards and meet you at the Berlin Palace.”

All of this was not on the schedule his father had drawn out and Friedrich was well-aware. He had even cancelled the state train that Friedrich specifically ordered to Potsdam just to make sure he would not take you here first. But Friedrich was not one to lose.

At the same time, however, he knew that his valet was absolutely terrified of his father, as did most people. Soon enough, when his father found out that his son was not on the train to Berlin and was nowhere near the Royal Palace, he would definitely not be happy.

“But your Highness, we really must get going now or we won’t reach Berlin by noon.”

“If he asks, just blame it on me. I’ll be in and out in one hour.”

Heinrich didn’t say anything after that, just nodded. For that, Friedrich was thankful, he did not want to ruin this magical moment for you. It was not going to be this magical for long.

As Heinrich left with your staff, Friedrich turned back to you. “Y/N?”

“I-Is this for us?”

The look on your face made him laugh. Your jaws were grazing the floors, your eyes slowly sweeping across the scene then glanced at him and back to the carriages again.

“I believe it is,” he smiled, offering you his arm.

…

The entire ride back to the Palace was essentially just for you to fathom the welcome wagon.

You could barely string a sentence together, nodding along as Friedrich picked out places that he mentioned in his stories last night, especially enthusiastic about the candy shop he was never allowed to go in.

Potsdam was charming. You could certainly imagine a very fulfilling and peaceful existence here where it wasn't hectic like London but not entirely placid like the countryside.

Just when you thought you could not be more impressed, you arrived at Sanssouci Park.

When Ilse briefly mentioned it, you had expected a park. Like Hyde Park or Regent’s Park or the little garden behind your house that your parents insisted was a park. Whatever you had imagined, however, could not hold a candle to what it was in reality.

“Welcome to Sanssouci Park,” Friedrich said casually, casting a brief look out the windows while your eyes were completely glued to the towering gates opening up for your parade to pass through.

The name was not meant to refer to a park. It was definitely not a park. It was a bloody forest. As you entered the road lined with dense trees, the temperature dropped slightly with the shade, effectively cooling you both from the outside in.

“This is what you call a park? Whatever do you two think of Hyde Park then? A child’s sandbox?”

Before he could answer, your attention was quickly captured by a glimpse of something magnificent as the carriage passed a gap between the tree trunks. You pointed towards the dash of yellow you’d seen. “Is that where your mother lives?”

Friedrich followed your gaze and promptly nodded. “That’s Sanssouci Schloss. Here is the back of it.” Just on cue, the carriage rounded the corner and headed towards the back of the Palace.

Your jaws were officially off now as your eyes feasted on the very picture of splendor.

From personal observations, people usually spent a great deal of time and fortune on making the fronts of their homes as extravagant as possible. It was all in the face, as they said. But not here. Here, even the rear side was grand.

There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the yard, the blue sky printed on the surface. Naturally, your eyes followed straight ahead, past the window behind Friedrich’s head towards the most elaborate set of marble stairs you’d ever seen. On either side were tall walls of hedges and rose bushes that covered the hillside.

“Can we walk up those steps?”

Friedrich turned to look at the steps and then back at you again.

It was not a steep hill. More of a gentle slope but exactly because of that, the steps were long and the landings were wide. Anyone in breeches would find it challenging enough as it was. But you were in a gown, in the sweltering July heat and you were volunteering to walk. “You can. People usually go straight to the entrance though. Are you certain you’d want to walk? It is a long way.”

You nodded, brushing off his concerns. All you cared about was the sight.

Per your request, the carriage stopped right before the grand stairs to Sanssouci Palace. You and Friedrich got out of the carriage.

From where you stood, you had to crane your neck up slightly to be able to see the Palace up the top. The strip of yellow you’d seen from afar turned out to be much more intricate than you’d expected. Beautiful white windows lined the yellow walls, right in the center was an oval shaped room with a cyan dome on top, perfectly aligned with the stairs. Even though it only had one story, its width certainly made up for its height, stretching across the hill.

As you walked ahead, Friedrich decided to stall a little bit. Memories of endless summer days spent on these lawns came flooding back.

He had missed this.

The last time he was here was the summer before he left for England. It was actually here that his aunt Charlotte came to visit with an invitation to Cambridge-the day that changed his life.

And now he was here with you. Someone he had dreaded to marry a mere few days before. Now a dear friend to him.

Straight in front of him, you were marching up the steps with admirable determination, your hands holding onto your skirt, lifting it off the ground. With sun on your skin and wind in your hair, you laughed and told him to hurry up. For that split second, he wished he was not just your friend. Though he discarded that thought as quickly as it came, it stayed stuck in the back of his mind as he matched your pace.

“These are a lot of steps,” you remarked after the first flight of stairs was behind you. There were at least five more ahead. The excessively wide spaces between each step did not help with the general morale either.

“I did warn you,” he chuckled. “It was too exhausting a trip that Marie Antoinette rode a horse up these steps after her stroll in the garden.”

You paused for a moment.

Friedrich thought you were imagining the French queen trotting up the steps with her stallion. But as it turned out, he was wrong.

“Did he invite her over during one of the military clashes between Prussia and France?”

To say that Friedrich did not expect that was an understatement. You had told him you read but he never asked for the specifics on what exactly you were interested in. At that moment, he simply thought you’d be interested in a made-up tale to forget about the stairs. He did not think for a moment you’d be interested in foreign conflicts enough to know the feud between Prussia and France. He knew he certainly wasn’t as a student.

“You can’t fool me. I know,” you said, laughing at the shock on his face.

Pleasantly impressed, he remarked, “Full of surprises I see.”

“You’ll see that in this friendship,” you motioned between yourselves, “you’re not the only one who can shock.”

He gave you a nod, lowering his eyes and watched his steps before he murmured to himself. “Friendship, yes.” He reminded himself of how grateful he was to be your friend. And that maybe pining over you for the rest of his life was better than having you hate him.

If there was one thing for certain, it was that you two would not repeat his parents’ mistakes.

“Darling!”

The voice caused Friedrich’s eyes to snap upwards, slightly alarmed as they weren’t expected on this side of the Palace. Everyone was supposed to be at the front.

The first thing he saw was that you had stopped as well, only standing two steps above him. And then, on the top flight, he saw his mother, waving at him. She wasn’t supposed to greet them outside. At the same time though, he wouldn’t expect her to wait that long for anything anyways.

He waved back with a laugh. She hadn’t changed one bit since the last time he saw her nearly a year ago. A straw sunhat on top of her head, a basket of flower and gardening tools in her hand.

“I-is that-“

Friedrich nodded. “Yes, that’s her. That’s my Mama.”

The nervous jitters came back to you. You knew how much his mother meant to him. She was the true hero of his childhood and you were just excited to meet her. However, you also knew that in no way was this arrangement made by her. And no matter how friendly you were with Friedrich, as his mother, she would not easily trust you.

You quickly masked your nervousness with a gentle smile. It was the safest route after all. Better look like a smiley fool than a grumpy idiot. You thought.

The Queen began to walk down the steps briskly, meeting you halfway up the last flight of stairs. Immediately, she threw her arms around Friedrich, pulling him into a bear hug. “There you are, you Gänschen! You’ve kept your mother waiting long enough!” She said, messing up his hair and only letting go of him once he was shaking with laughter.

When he and your maids said she was very carefree in private, you did not expect her to be this carefree. A lady was not supposed to be out in the sun like this, no less a queen. She was also much more beautiful than you could ever imagine, with her honey blonde curls tumbling down her back in waves and her big blue eyes which were now on you.

“Apologies, Mama,” he stepped back, allowing you to take a step forward. “This is Y/N, my wife. And Y/N, this is my Mama.”

“It is such an honor to meet you, your Majesty,” you said, bending your knees into a curtsy, praying you wouldn’t stumble backwards and ruin the first impression.

You had an overwhelming want for her to like you. And you felt like this first meeting was of paramount importance in deciding that. If it did not go well, she would never see you as anything more than a girl her son was forced to marry. And that was terrifying even in the case where Friedrich remained a good friend.

You were not wrong. Frederica did not expect much from a match made by Louis, a man who clearly did not know his own son or even cared to try. Assuming he did know his son, it would not even be of any matter at all. The only thing he had ever cared about was grooming an heir. This arrangement, no doubt, served that.

But Frederica could not ignore the large smile on her son’s face as he ascended the steps with this young lady.

That? That was not by design.

Frederica shook her head and offered you her hand to help you stand up straight. “I prefer Frederica. At least when we are not in court.”

She gave you a cheeky wink and plucked a gardenia from her basket, tucking it by your ear. “Come on now! I am sure it has been a long trip for the both of you. Let us have some tea before you go.”

...

Frederica led the both of you into the Palace through the doors into the oval room. Inside it was just as spectacular as its exterior. Tall columns held up the painted dome where a chandelier was hung. The three arched windows looking out to the gardens were pushed open by three footmen, allowing sunlight and fresh air to gush into the space, lightening up the entire room.

“Please have a seat, dears,” Frederica said, gesturing to the rounded table in the middle of the room.

You were still too in awe to be able to settle down calmly in your seat but obeyed her anyways. Beside you, Friedrich was glancing around the room, like he was in search of something.

“Is Fifi not here?” he asked as a butler approached the table with a cake stand.

Just on cue, Fifi-his mother’s Schnauzer, shot through the doors. You nearly gasped out of sheer excitement when you saw the ball of salt and pepper fur fly into the room like an arrow. You had always shared a fondness for dogs. Yet you never had one. The only dogs you had were your father’s hunting hounds and he made sure you remained far away from them.

“Speak of the devil...” Friedrich turned to you, “this is Fifi, hated by most but very loved by my mother. Mostly because she smells like fish.”

He kept his eyes on the dog as she strolled around, heading in your direction and getting alarmingly close. “Fifi!” he said, shooing her off. The dog didn’t care, just kept on going forward.

“Oh, it’s quite alright! I love dogs,” you said, fighting the urge to pet Fifi who was quietly sniffing at the hem of your skirt.

Frederica was absolutely surprised when she saw her Schnauzer so quiet. Her dog was not friendly with strangers. By this time there should have been an accident.

The delayed accident happened right after that. Fifi bit down on your dress, tugging at it playfully.

More surprising, however, you didn’t seem scared of the feisty little old thing either. You just laughed.

“Fifi! Leave the poor girl alone!” Frederica said, tapping her shoes against the floor.

Friedrich quickly leaned forward and picked her up. Being lifted off the ground, she released your skirt and focused on wiggling out of Friedrich’s grasps instead. When she eventually succeeded, Fifi headed back to you, circling your feet, her tail wagging.

Friedrich clicked his tongue, about to bend over again to shoo Fifi off. Not that she would care. But the dog plopped down between your chair and his mother’s, out of Friedrich’s reach.

She looked up at you with big eyes, begging for a pet, which you were happy to provide. You reached down and scratched her ears. It was all rather brave, if he must admit.

“I know it is hard to believe but she seems fond of you,” Frederica mused, seeing Fifi transform into a whole other dog under your touch. She was not usually this sweet.

Friedrich scoffed. “The devil almost ripped her skirt off,” he gestured to the hem of your dress, and glared at Fifi.

“It’s fine, honestly. I think it was a compliment if anything,” you said with a smile.

He sighed. “Don’t defend the perpetrator! She has a terrible temperament. And you know it,” he turned to his mother.

“Fifi does. as much as I love her,” Frederica nodded. Fifi’s ears perked up at the mention of her name, blinking at her owner. “But you seem like a very experienced animal whisperer.”

“No, actually. I never had one.”

“Well, that’s a shame. You’re great with Fifi. And if you can handle her, you can handle any dog.”

“Any dog is better than Fifi,” Friedrich said under his breath. Nevertheless, he was glad to see the two of you bond. Even if it was over Fifi the Ferocious.

On the bright side, at least she wasn’t coming back with them to Berlin. It was the only thing Friedrich and his father had ever had in common-a dislike for the Schnauzer.

...

Heinrich was being escorted into the Palace towards the audience room. A place he would much prefer not to go to on his own. He had arrived for over an hour and still you two were nowhere to be found and it was only for so long he could hide the train of carriages. Eventually, one of the butlers alerted the King of his presence and he was immediately requested inside.

Heinrich had suspected that you would arrive slightly late. He just didn’t think it could be this late. He had no idea what he was supposed to say. One misstep and off with his head.

When the doors to the room were swung open, the King was throwing a fit. His deafening yell rang across the room and bounced against the tall walls. It certainly did not help with the nerves.

“WHERE IS MY HORSE?” he demanded, rising up from the throne. From where he stood, he towered over the poor footman. “I am late for hunting!”

“Your Majesty, you cancelled today’s hunt.”

“And why on earth would I do that?”

Heinrich kept quiet, remaining invisible as he approached the throne behind the butler. He was not about to be caught in the middle of a crossfire during one of the King’s fits.

The footman blinked. Heinrich could see the man debating whether or not to answer, lest it was a rhetorical question.

“B-because the Prince is back from England, sir?”

“Oh,” the King said. His voice quieter than before and sat back down again. The crease between his Majesty’s eyebrows disappeared, his expressions softening slightly. Then he turned to the footman with a quizzical look. “And where is the Prince?”

The footman turned around and met Heinrich’s eyes. And then the King followed his gaze. So much for not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

“I-“ Heinrich began, his mind drawing a blank.

If he were to tell the truth, Friedrich and you would no doubt be in trouble. However, if he didn’t tell the truth, he’d be in trouble and so would you two. And if he just said he didn’t know, he’d be on the first ship to an island far far away.

“Well?” The King barked.

“I’ll go get them, your Majesty!”

“Don’t just stand there. Hurry along then! Before I chop all of your heads off.”

Heinrich had never walked so fast out of a room his entire life. His heart was pounding as it began to dawn on him that he had just lied to the King. Well, it was not exactly a lie. He was going to get them. They just weren’t here yet. Unfortunately, none of that mattered. There was no reasoning with such a powerful man. All he could do was hope that he would still be alive to see another day.

Just when all of his luck appeared to have run out, he heard the distinct sound of hooves against cobble and rushed outside.

Friedrich helped you out of the carriage, still engaged in the never-ending tales of Fifi the Ferocious. You were laughing when you caught sight of the magnificent Royal Palace-Berliner Schloss. It was much boxier than Sanssouci Schloss with towering walls that casted a great shadow over the front lawn.

Household staff lined the steps on either side, straightening up as Heinrich dashed past them. Some had their heads turned, the younger ones especially, their curious eyes on you, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Princess. The more seasoned staff near the top stayed perfectly still, resisting the urge to look anywhere other than straight ahead.

“Your Highnesses!” He said, bowing so quickly you were worried his head might snap off. “Your presences are requested. Immediately!”

...

Through the doors you could faintly hear your titles being announced. Your palms were clammy so you hid it behind you, focusing on what you might say in a couple of moments.

Friedrich was not nervous, of course.

He was the one who planned the detour in the first place. And while you had enjoyed the time with Frederica very much, perhaps a little too much, it had delayed your schedule by well over a couple of hours. It meant that you made the King of Prussia, your father-in-law wait.

The only person more nervous than you was probably Heinrich. Every time you caught a glimpse of his face, he seemed more haggard than the last. You were not certain whether he was really sick or just worried.

"My father will say things. Things that are aimed to test you. Do not mind any of it," Friedrich said quietly.

"Something tells me I should take that as a suggestion. One look at Heinrich and I know what I am in for."

Friedrich sneaked a glance at his valet and gave you a small smile. "Heinrich has always been that way. Worries a little too much."

"Maybe that is for good reason-"

The trumpets sounded, prompting you to straighten up, smooth your dress and put on a smile. In the corner of your eyes, you could see Friedrich cracking up. Had it not been for the fact that you were being presented right then, you would have given him a slipper to the chest. He was still smiling up until you had to walk through the doors.

Then, his demeanor shifted completely. You did not dare to make eye contact with the King. All you saw was brief glimpses of a man, wearing a red cloak on the throne. But Friedrich, he was looking straight down the room, challenging his father.

From the stories he had told you, you knew that Friedrich had a rough relationship with his father. Once he got a chance to break away, he vowed he would allow his father to have full control of his life again. And from the suffocating tension in the air, you knew his father would not make it easy.

“The Prince and Princess of Prussia, your Majesty,” a footman announced.

"Your Majesty," you said, giving the King a curtsy.

"Welcome, welcome. I hope the journey was not too rough for you.”

You smiled and nodded. Not a bad start.

However, it was a completely different story when you saw Friedrich’s face. He raised his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced by his father’s concern. "You do, father? Wasn’t it on your orders that the state train never arrived?”

“Now, now, Friedrich. That was none of my doing.” The King turned to you with a small smile. “I must say, you are much prettier than I expected, my lady.”

He had made such an effort to emphasize the last two words that even if you weren’t listening, you still would have caught them. The King was smirking on his throne, his icy eyes sending chills down your back.

“I believe it’s your Highness, father.”

This row was your fault. You could tell.

“No, I don’t think it is. You didn’t get married.”

“We did.”

“That did not count.”

“How? Because you weren’t invited?”

“I see all of your manners have gone out the door since you stepped foot out of this country.”

Friedrich wanted to scoff. It was always going to be about England. If they were going to have this conversation, he was going to do it properly. But not in front of you.

He turned to Heinrich. “Take the Princess to see the chambers.”

You didn’t want to leave. You were responsible for this in one way or another. You should be here to take the blame. But Friedrich shook his head like he knew what you were about to say. “Come with Heinrich. I’ll meet you later.”

“No need for that. Lady Brandt, your chief lady-in-waiting, will take you for a tour. Bernadine?”

You remembered Lea and Ilse mentioning her as well. However, at that time, she didn’t have a name or a face for you to attach her to just yet. You just knew that she was going to be in charge of all of your affairs like Heinrich was doing for Friedrich. Now she had a name and a face.

At the mention of her name, she nodded and stepped forward from the line of staff on your right. She was dressed in a blood red dress, a strand of pearls wrapped around her long neck. She came towards you, giving you an impressive curtsy, tipping her head forward slowly yet keeping her hat perfectly still on her dark raven hair.

When she looked up, you were finally able to see her striking hollow eyes, tall cheekbones and an ever so slightly upturned corner of her lips. She looked awfully familiar. Like a much younger version of your mother actually. And she was just as terrifying.

“Come with me, your Highness.”

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Hi! First of all... You are a LEGEND🤩! Your head cons are sooooooo good. When I read theme I really get into the story and can feel the emotion you put on the characters, 💖its amazing! Not that long ago you did a head con of Erika being ok with Leiftan being a Demon. So I was wondering... Could you do a head con of Lance accepting to take Erika with him, were she becomes a demon and enters the plot with Lance against the guard🤔? It would be very interesting to se that.😊 Hope u have a good day, evening or night!

Oh thank you so much! 😄 That’s so kind of you to say, I don’t think you truly know how much I value your compliment! You’re so kind! 😊

I originally considered nearly completely re-writing the plot from episode 15 (I believe that’s when she asks him to take her) for this ask, but then realized I would be re-writing half the plot of Origins lol. That would take way too long to write (while including different emotions and perspectives and requiring knowledge that’s too hard to hunt down or doesn’t exist) so I decided to write this with a very broad spectrum of headcanons, including some major alternative events (usually not including the guard since she’ll be holed up in a secret place so Lance doesn’t need to watch out for her every second of every day) and Lance and Guardienne’s overall compatibility.

This is probably my most bizarre ask yet, in the manner of how I’ve responded, so brace yourself because there’s a few crazy moments in this lol. Also, there’s a bit of swearing in this - I have a tendency to write stories / headcanons in a pretty crude style sometimes.

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Guardienne joins Lance against the guard:

To start off with, when Guardienne asked Lance to take her with him, she didn’t know his identity. He was still Ashkore to her. That changed somewhat quickly.

I theorize Lance did actually have some sort of “home base” deep within a forest or the mountains somewhat near the guard. He did have to sleep and eat after all. And where do you think he was taking all those supplies on the night Guardienne asked him to take her with him? Where do you think he stored that frying pan so dear to him? Buried it in the ground? Hung it on a tree branch for a Sabali to find later? Sure, he moved around a lot, but he had to keep his stolen resources somewhere, so he must have had a main cabin or cave or something that no one knew about that he made a temporary home of sorts.

Assuming that; that’s probably where he kept Guardienne most of the time after she came with him. Of course, he would be sure to restrict her movements for a while - after all, she could have asked to come merely to find out what a day in the life of Ashkore is like and then tell that to the guard - but once he realizes that she truly was compliant and happy to be there, even helping him by providing information he didn’t know already and taking care of basic chores like cooking and such so he can spend more time screwing with the guard, he loosened up and let her roam around his domain.

He kept personal things well hidden; any old drawings, weapons, and clothing. Basically anything he didn’t want her to touch... which was most of his stuff... but he was reasonable and didn’t restrain her too much. Just as long as she didn’t bother him and continued to help he didn’t mind her presence... too much anyways.

But again, it wasn’t too long before Guardienne found out his true identity. In reference to the existing plot-line, I imagine her finding out his identity in this AU long before she found out in the existing plot-line. After all - they’re living together now, and he needs to take off his mask and armor sometimes. Do you think he always sleeps in his mask? And armor for that case? What about when he eats or bathes? Certainly he can do most of those things in private, but I don’t see Lance demanding she turn her back every time he removes his mask and armor. I can see him doing that to begin with - when she’s restricted - but once he realizes she truly wants to help, he’ll find it to be inconvenient to always hide himself whenever he wants to do anything without his mask and armor. He’ll probably still want her to call him Ashkore, though... and that’ll be the case until she realizes his identity and refuses to call him anything but Lance.

Now I forget if she knew about Lance’s existence at the time of asking to leave with him (I believe she did), but since she never got a description I imagine it would take her a small while to connect the dots once she's living with him. She would certainly have theories that Ashkore is Lance, and she would certainly irritate the utter crap out of him with countless questions regarding possible confirmation or hints to back up her theory, but she wouldn’t get many answers. Either he would ignore her, or turn to level his icy stare on her. She would quickly understand that he’s not interested in answering questions about his identity and past. He eventually threatened to cut her tongue out a few times if she kept asking nonsensical questions, but she didn't seem to care much and he eventually let it be; perhaps he realized that she would be even more irritating then. She wouldn't be able to speak easily without her tongue, but her resolve is steady, so she'd still try to find some way to speak with him - and then he'd still need to deal with her questions in whatever way she deemed fit, which included investing time to learn this new way of communication. Threatening her friends wouldn't work as she doesn't consider the guard her friends, so Lance came to recognize that's it better to just deal with her questions and ignore her.

However, he would answer general questions that couldn’t be used heavily against him if she were captured and questioned; why is he trying to destroy the crystal, what’s with his grudge against Eldarya, what does he know about the Blue Sacrifice? From his answers she can put a few logical pieces together. The Eldaryans don’t deserve to live? They’re disrespecting the kind gift of life the dragons gave them? They were apparently forced to sacrifice? Then hunted down after the sacrifice despite their generous gesture? Well he must be a dragon, since angels didn’t end up sacrificing and he speaks so passionately about them. And Valk said he was faelien, so either he lied and does know or Ashkore (being Lance in her theory) somehow found out their genetics while Valk remained clueless to it. And they look so similar, they would have to be brothers. Ashkore’s story started around the same time that Lance apparently died? Lance apparently fought valiantly and passionately for the things he believed in, like what she’s seen with Ashkore? Goodness are the pieces adding up now.

Guardienne would eventually approach him about her theory and he would respond with a cold hiss.

“What, you want a reward? A pat on the back and a ‘well done’? Why does my identity matter to you?”

He never said a direct yes - he was basically incapable of responding calmly or reasonably with touchy subjects - but she would know she has it right. 

You would think them being on different sides of the war would mean they’d be more likely to try and kill each other, right? Wrong. Them being around each other all the time, I believe, leads them to be more likely to kill each other. Why? Recall episode 26 - their overall chemistry. Regardless of if choices made increased the LOM or decreased it, bizarre, entertaining conversation between the two still ensued. The main thing with that episode was that Lance became emotionally vulnerable as time went on, so actual tender...-ish moments came about where both of them were taken seriously but gently. Now imagine both of them - neither of them in vulnerable moments - being around the other constantly, both working together but still stepping on each other’s toes. Guardienne wants to make a meal; where’s this ingredient? What’s the ingredient compatibility? What do these things taste like? That’s not a food, that’s an alchemy ingredient? AND WHERE IS THE GODDAMN FRYING PAN!? (*cue Lance in the background clutching the pan and hissing at Guardienne*). Now Lance - who’s holed himself up in a private room - needs to plan his next attack on the guard; he needs this map of the layout, and this item to help him plan. He can use this pathway to- “Hey Lance?” ... Silence - if he pretends he’s not in there she’ll surely leave... Anyways, this pathway will probably be the safest, and his destination is there. Leiftan can- “Lance, I know you’re there, don’t ignore me!” ... Leiftan can- “Where’s the corn!?” Oh by the Oracle! But what the hell is corn? He’ll go to the door and crack it open only enough to give her an odd look. “Small, yellow, hard grain but smooth? About the size of a fingernail?” ... “Back right, lower pantry.” He’ll slam the door and hover over the map again. Ok, Leiftan... yes, that’s what he was going to do. Then he’ll have access to- “Oh - where’s the big pot?” *SLAM* Pain will shoot up his arm from his fist as the table shakes and he turns his head to seethe at the woman through the door. “You’ve lived here for weeks, you know where it is!” “Well you seem to have an obsession with hiding things, so actually I don’t because everything is always moved around!” He’ll rush to the door and fling it open to glare down at her. The door and it’s frame creak unsteadily at his tight grip as he looms over her. “Find. It. Yourself.”  He’ll go to recede back into the room but she’ll grab his shirt and pull him into the room she’s in - he’ll snarl at her in response. “I’ve tried looking for it, it’s impossible to find.” She’ll hiss back at him with folded arms. “I’m busy planning.” He growls at her. “Well take a break then.” She snaps as they stare each other down... Silence again... “You make me want to kill myself.” “Don’t. You need to destroy the guard first.” He throws his hand back towards the door he was stolen from with a wild look in his scathing eyes; what did she think he was planning for in there!? “You gonna help me or what?” She speaks as if this is completely alright. He nearly shouts in rage as he slams his fist against the wall - pain shooting up his arm a second time - before pacing and clutching his head, eventually resigning to stomping towards the makeshift kitchen - not caring about whether she follows - and tearing through his stores to find the pot. He’ll throw it on the counter and cast a livid glare at her as he passes to head back to planning. “Well goodness, you didn’t need to throw a tantrum over it.” He whirls around and nearly leaps on her - she’s helping to destroy the crystal, she’s helping to destroy the crystal, she’s helping to destroy the crystal, WHY DOES A POT MATTER RIGHT NOW!?

So yes, they’re more likely to attempt to kill each other when on the same side; only because they’re alone and around each other more so they can chew on each other's nerves more.

However, as time carries on and they spend more time together, they actually begin to... enjoy each other's presence sometimes - not even sometimes; a good portion of the time. Sure they have moments where they argue and are a breath away from stabbing each other, but there are also moments where they aren’t treading on the other, by accident or purposeful. In these moments, they see a different side of each other - a good side of each other.

Guardienne quickly picks up on how passionate, resolute, and intelligent Lance is, noting that he’ll spend hours on end studying texts he’s found and maps of the areas the guard will be around next. He’ll carry these texts and maps around with him as he ghosts around their make-shift home, spending most of his days off curled up next to a small indoor fireplace and moving only for a few moments to take a quick break. Ironically, Guardienne leaves him alone to study more when he studies within her presence rather than when he locks himself alone in a separate area for hours, so in time Lance realizes he’s less likely to be interrupted if he studies in their living room/common area. As he begins to study more within her sight, Guardienne begins to see what he studies - and many of those things provide great insight for her regarding knowing Lance better. These things can range from different languages, histories and cultures, maps, geography, alchemy, mission reports (stolen from the guard of course) and even a few books touching on warfare, philosophy and psychology - what little of those latter texts exists in their world, at least. Guardienne begins to realize that, while Lance is very set on destroying the guard and the crystal, he’s also much more than just a man who wishes to exact revenge. He studies these texts to learn how to use it to his advantage, sure, but he also seems to have a genuine interest in these subjects. She even interrupted him one day - finding that he was oddly patient with answering this specific question - to ask if he perhaps ever grows bored of learning about these things, stressing that it’s a good idea to take a break from working constantly all the time - only for him to respond that he doesn’t view all of it as work. Some subjects he’s less interested in but are necessary to know for his agenda of revenge, but in the case where he’s feeling drained from that he’ll turn to reading another subject that he’s more interested in and go back to it later. She sometimes resigns to observing him as he studies - and she knows that Lance knows she watches him by the way his gaze will flick over to her every once and a while - but eventually she’ll begin to ask exactly what’s written in the books or what he’s thinking regarding the maps, asking to try to get to know his thought process better or just having nothing better to do at the moment. This is how Guardienne learns to grow closer to him; he doesn’t snap at her half as much when he explains what he’s studying, and he explains things in such a way that she doesn’t need to interrupt him to ask him to explain it better. In turn, she also begins to learn a bit about what he’s studying and can provide a bit of her own interesting input. Occasionally they debate these topics with one another, and Lance is actually very temperate when debating these things - he can speak in beautiful, grand tones about certain subjects, clearly showing just how much he’s interested in it. His eyes will glow with a warmth and passion that seems to dull even the indoor fire that burns with an eternal energy. These moments of enthusiasm actually entertain her greatly, and she begins to realize that she truly enjoys being around him in these moments. However, this also leads to minor conversations about his past, usually sparked from conversing about past experiences in these fields, and Guardienne witnesses firsthand the icing over of his personality from the reminder of his past. She’ll mention anything about his past; the village he lived in, his brother, his time in the guard, any memories he has, and the lively shimmer in his eyes will dull. His shoulders will drop and gaze will be cast to the floor as he bows his head slightly, a weight seeming to settle on him as he stares into a void for just a few mere moments. Then his facial features will harden, a stone cold look will invade his eyes and he’ll straighten again despite the clear effort it takes for him to stand tall. His formerly lively, sonorous tone will harden into cold, scathing words that are nearly spat out as he closes himself off, snapping and growling at her if she attempts to connect with him again. It’s from these continuous experiences that she recognizes something important; he's not truly as evil as he seems - he's wounded and aches for his reality to not be what it is now, and he seeks every day to ease that torturous pain, believing that that pain can only be eased by hurting others, by showing them just how much he’s hurt from his knowledge. Nobody is born evil, she realizes - he’s cruel only because he feels this is the only way he can deal with the pain of reality.

In turn, she tries her best to be understanding and comforting when she can. She understands, in some ways, his pain of knowing about the guard and sacrifice - she’s against the guard as well for her own reasons not too different than his - and seeing just how much Lance has broken because of the guard - just like her - only makes her want to burn it to the ground more. Lance notices this in time; where she once always pushed him to tell her more about his past and identity and reasoning, she’s now willing to drop the subject for a while or ask in a manner that’s more... considerate or empathetic. She begins to overlook his snapping and huffing at her, and instead focuses more on what he says and his reaction to those words instead of his irritation at her persistence. As Guardienne comes to understand Lance more, she realizes that he actually enjoys her company as well, even if he won’t admit it. He’ll jump at the chance to explain and debate his studies with her, and when she backs off of a sensitive topic she accidentally tread on for a while, he’ll be more temperate if she returns in a few hours and touches at the topic again, provided she approaches it in a neutral, tactful way. After all, the topic she wishes to speak about is a reminder of or is the exact reason he went from honorable and righteous to cruel and destructive - in his perception, if she doesn’t know how to approach it in a cautious, gentle manner then she doesn’t deserve to know exactly what happened and why it bothers him so much. However, she does learn this in in time, and he eventually allows her to listen to his most personal thoughts on... well, nearly everything. As they grow to understand each other better, she begins to provide a bit of support for him. He’s been alone for so long that sometimes he wonders if he’s truly losing his mind, but her presence reminds him that he’s not as lost as he thinks sometimes. Guardienne becomes a grounding force for him. She willingly - happily - listens to his rants and stories of his past if he agrees to talk about it, even if he’s fuming and raging the whole time, and eventually she can actually calm him down a bit. As much as he wishes to maintain a distance between them, in time he can’t help but grow a bit protective over her for personal reasons; her perspectives agree with his, she readily and willingly - even humorously, sometimes - puts up with his temperamental outbursts, eagerly speaks with him about basically anything, and wants to do something about what she feels is right or wrong. He refuses to fully acknowledge the hold she has on him - he’s not supposed to be attached to anyone in any way if his mission is to succeed- but when he stares at her as she nestles next to a stream, eyes bright and curious with innocence as she watches shimmering native fish glide by and turns to him to ask why they’re swimming up-stream instead of down, he can’t help but forget his past and feel normal with her.

She’ll eventually be made aware of Leiftan and Chrome as well. Not at first, but when Lance drags her half-way across Eldarya with him because he needs to fuck with the guard in foreign lands she’ll be dragged into their late-night-hang-out-meetings.

Leiftan quickly takes to her, Lance notices, and this is also how - in this version of the story - Guardienne finds out about her genetics. They need her strength in the war, so Leiftan will enlighten her and encourage her to train her abilities, even helping her in the few moments he can.

Lance quickly snaps at him, making sure he knows he can’t jeopardize his fake role within the guard to train her late in the night. He comes up with all sorts of excuses and aggressively reminds Leif that he can’t spend too much time around her. She’s supposed to not exist anymore and Leiftan needs to pretend like nothing is going on.

Really, though, Lance is just feeling threatened. He doesn’t want his personal source of information, good food, and entertainment to be wooed and stolen away. Good luck getting him to admit that, though.

Lance believes she’s safest with him; he’s the one outside the guard and his location and activities are unknown most of the time. All he needs to do is keep her veiled in that shroud of mysterious unknown to the guard and she’ll be impossible to find. Of course, she won’t want to just sit around forever. She’ll eventually want to be more proactive in helping him destroy the guard, and he’ll argue it at first until she becomes just so annoying that he can’t possibly stand it anymore! It’s either she helps or he kills her because she won’t shut up, so he trains her; hard and brutally. He’ll train her in how to master her demon abilities, how to gain the upper hand in any fight with any enemy, the most lethal points of different creatures, the most lethal tactics she could use, how to improve her strength, stamina, speed and stealth. He was once Chief of the Obsidian Guard; he knows how to turn a weak, scraggly runt into a masterful, fearsome warrior. When he finally sees fit, he’ll gift her with personalized equipment - bought or made specifically by him - so she can slink around the guard late at night with him. Of course, he’ll demand that she call him Ashkore on premises - or anywhere except home, really - but she’ll follow his lead in that case; she knows how important it is to remain unknown.

So how exactly do these restock or attack missions go? Well, she’s usually brought along for restock missions - where no one is supposed to know they were there in the first place - in which case her role is to stay quiet and help him throw stuff into the bag. She’ll typically be left to carrying the bags unless there’s one that’s too heavy for her to remain quiet - he’ll take the heavier bags. Lance will usually be busy designing their path out and planning their timing correctly while she focuses on following him. He doesn’t really take her on attack missions, though. He wants her to remain unknown. If a feminine figure is suddenly working with him not too long after Guardienne’s disappearance, especially since it was clear there was a rift between her and the guard, then suspicions will rise, and unfortunately those questions could then begin trace further back to reflect on Lance’s death and Ashkore’s appearance due to the similar time-frame of events. Basically, their stories and disappearance/death to villain appearance time-frame would begin to mirror each other. If she was to remain unknown then she can’t directly fight the guard, so no attack missions for her. However, Lance isn’t against turning a restock mission into a restock-attack mission if he sees the chance - he’ll just make sure she’s basically safe the rest of the way back home before enacting on it, even going as far as retracing his steps back to the guard to cause trouble.

In the original plot-line, it seems that most of the time when Lance, Leiftan and Guardienne are fighting each other it’s due mainly to the fact that Leiftan abandons the plans against the guard because he's in love with Guardienne, Lance wants Leiftan to continue against the guard, and then he realizes he needs Guardienne out of the picture so Leiftan forgets about her and so he can gain some other information he needs/use her as leverage against the guard. Since in this AU, she's happily on their side (so Leiftan isn't abandoning his plans against the guard and Lance has all access to her power/information) I can see a bit less of a rift among their team as their plans harmonize together. Instead of Leiftan and Lance fighting, Lance kidnapping Guardienne, Lance becoming reckless by putting off breaking the crystal, and many other things happening caused by the rift between them, they’d most likely collaborate and work together better, and they’d be more coordinated in attacks and better at getting to the crystal. Of course, it’s possible that Leiftan may have wanted Eldarya to be saved at some point so he could spend his life with Guardienne, but seeing how Leiftan would do nearly anything for her throughout the original plot-line, I wouldn’t be surprised if he continued his efforts against the guard knowing that she’d want him to in this AU. It would also help knowing that the guard hurt her many times in many ways, so he’d be seeking revenge for that as well.

Dragging Guardienne around Eldarya with Lance, however, has risks and consequences that could come down on top of them if not careful. One such issue is the fact that, while Lance is very good at evading the guard, occasionally he’s caught and is sent on a wild-goose chase trying to flee from them. This occasionally can put Guardienne at risk of being found out, as she’s nearly always close to him, but Lance has considered this possibility a long time ago and has already devised a plan during these times to avoid from any heavy repercussions falling back on them. He’s just fine with fleeing with her - he knows how to keep her out of sight and her equipment is lightweight enough so that she has no trouble moving swiftly and flexibly if needed - but he’s realized that it may not be the smartest idea to have her fleeing with him while clearly seeming to be working with him. Instead, Lance realized, it would be a good idea for her to act as though she’s a hostage if she’s about to be revealed. That way, if she’s captured at any point in the future, she can play the innocent victim who knows nothing, and the guard - while persistent in finding out anything she may know, no matter how little the information may be- certainly won’t hurt their precious Guardienne who has already been through so much while in the clutches of the evil Ashkore. If she’s seen as a hostage, she can use excuses like “I’m sorry, it just so hard to talk about so soon... can we continue this later”, “I honestly don’t remember much, I was so busy focusing on a possible way of escaping that I didn’t pay much attention to that detail”, and “He kept me locked away in a certain area, I don’t know if there were any landmarks around that could point to his location” to deter their questioning and buy time before she needs to reveal anything actually important, else she look like she’s protecting him. Acting as a hostage will also assure that she won’t be thrown in the prison and guarded the whole time; so being free to roam around the guard while buying time to keep important information a secret will allow Lance the time to plan a rescue mission - disguised as another easy kidnapping since she won’t be guarded - to return her to their side. This is merely a backup plan if they know she’ll likely be captured at some point, and it will only work if the guard is unaware of a female figure helping him out, but provided that everything goes smoothly it should be a solid plan with little negative effects. However, this can’t happen more than once or twice; the first time will be easily accepted by the guard, the second time she plays the innocent, panicking fool she’ll be walking the line between seeming suspicious or if she’s truly that foolish, and for her sake the second time she will need to reveal some important information. A third time and the guard would know that something is up.

These hostage situations can get quite amusing for Guardienne - despite how fragile the situation is - and, frankly, Lance would snap at her every time she snickers about this, except he finds these situations absolutely hilarious as well. They’ll be running around Eldarya, the guard occasionally cornering them before they flee, and Guardienne will do her best to attack Lance in ways that are weak enough to not actually effect anything, but are strong enough to make it look like she’s truly trying to escape. Is the guard within ear-shot and they know they’ll be found out eventually? Great, Lance has an escape plan to get out of there already, so Guardienne can throw a screeching hissy-fit at him to make it seem like she’s trying to escape. Sometimes this can aid them as well, as they can set up a maze that the guard will certainly come running through to find Guardienne, following the sound of her struggle, only to then be trapped somewhere because Lance has traps set up that Guardienne certainly couldn’t have known about since she’s a hostage. Other times she’ll do her best to attack Lance - but let’s face it, even if he did train her she would still have a hard time bringing him down if their fight was serious - and he’ll quickly disarm her in front of the guard before finding a way to gain distance from them again. This is all just to reconfirm the illusion that she’s a hostage to the guard, and of course they panic every time and believe it, but it’s knowing that they’re running circles around the guard - bringing them here and having her bait them to this location so Lance can attack them, or leading them to discover a certain fact at some point so they think they have a useful piece of information on Lance when in fact Lance is using that to draw them out in confidence so he can crush them - that they find truly amusing. The guard is being played this whole time and they keep falling for it. Even Lance can’t help but laugh at a few moments of running the guard around with Guardienne later, when they’re no longer in danger.

Of course, this all leads up to the grand finale; the final shattering of the crystal. I imagine this happening much sooner than in the original plot-line because Guardienne isn’t a hindering factor anymore, and I can see it happening with much more ease than how it originally played out. Perhaps they’ll lure the important members of the guard to another land - letting them think that they’ve caught Guardienne’s trail over there - and launch their final attack when no one who can stop them is around. They might decide to fuck with the guard one last time, running them around within the guard while Lance infiltrates the crystal room. Perhaps they decide to go out with a bang and capture the important members of the guard, binding them and closing off the crystal room so they can reveal their identities and the guard can watch as the people that were once held dear to them destroy their world while they’re helpless to do anything. It doesn’t matter much how it happens, though, at this point - with an angered dragon and two powerful demons - there’s nothing that the guard can do to stop them. In some ways it will hurt, knowing that this is the end of their beautiful story of revenge, but - no matter what happens after this - they’ll know they succeeded, and that will be the last truth Eldarya will ever know.

I think this may be one of the longer headcanons that I’ve written so far, and I’m very pleased with how it turned out! Also, Tumblr ate this ask while it was a draft once or twice (it was in the 3-draft radius of asks that were at risk of being eaten so it disappeared a few times) so it did take a bit longer to write than I’d hoped, but fortunately no progress had been deleted so I’m just fine with that.

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what's your favorite thing about wong kar wai's movies? why do you like his movies so much?

wrote this in the notes app at 3am. this got very long. wkw’s one of my fave directors of all time

first of all, i did not like wong kar wai’s movies growing up. my first introduction to wong kar wai was with in the mood for love, and i always hated how slow the movie was—i could not understand the value of two middle aged people walking circles around each other on when i was eight years old. my mother was particularly fascinated with the movie and every few years or so she’d borrow it from the local library just to rewatch it by herself, or with me as an unwilling audience. maybe she just really liked tony leung like everyone else did, or i didn’t understand what she was going through back then. now, she watches it a lot less, but ironically i’m the one who watches it on a regular basis. when i look back, i realize my hatred of in the mood for love stemmed from my rejection of my mother when i was younger, along with anything related to my culture/heritage. it was my way of reconciling the isolation i felt in my new home at a young age—i thought that rejecting any part of my past would allow me to assimilate better (and for the most part it worked until senior year of high school give or take). i can say now that my former hatred/rejection of wong kar wai’s greatest work—his magnum opus—makes me appreciate him a lot more. like my mother taught me, it is best not to hate if you can love one day.

my real love and fascination for wong kar wai started when i was 18. the week after my first week of college finals, i watched his entire filmography (excluding anything post 2046) in one long sitting. i was exhausted from an accumulation of things: college did not go the way i expected and i hated science with a passionate sincerity by the end of the year. that year, i had also not chosen to go home.  regretted not just going back to vietnam a lot and i spent the entire first year of college just missing it. i was mentally emotionally exhausted and homesick so i found immediate comfort and familiarity in wong kar wai’s films. all of wong kar wai’s films are based around the simple theme of connection, each character desires connection with another —whether through strangers like in chungking express or estranged lovers in a foreign city like in happy together. every character is lost in their own world of loneliness, but they’re not consumed by it as they constantly venture out to find a cure for their loneliness. there’s a sort of warm tenderness to their eternal loneliness. wong kar wai’s characters are all very simple, but that just makes them the more normal. he adds an amusing, yet charming aspect to a lot of his characters, which makes them all the more real. at the end of the day, they’re the most ordinary of people, but framed in wong kar wai’s romantic vision of the world. for me, i can see myself in a lot of his characters, especially as i’ve now settled myself into my twenties.

most of all, wong kar wai’s movies remind me of home a lot. more than anything. vietnamese cinema barely exists, and his films of hong kong are one of the only threads of my childhood memories captured in film. in his films, his characters loneliness stems from an urban isolation and a desire to find home. how can one constantly be surrounded by people, yet feel so lonely?  90s hong kong reminds me a lot of early 2000s saigon, right before true modern urbanization began to take foot. the saigon i return to now is not the place i grew up in, everything i once knew with familiarity has become foreign (you could argue the same for hong kong too). like both the main characters in happy together, i’m very much far away from home now, but what makes it worse is i don’t have a home to return to anymore despite it still being there. the isolation i feel here is much less comforting than the familiar isolation of asia, it’s an entirely distinct feeling i’ve come to differentiate. the night version of hong kong in fallen angels reminds me very much of saigon at night when i was little—when i would cling to my aunts back on the motorcycle. even more, hong kong at night is an unmistakable feeling—a true moment of limbo that you can experience nowhere else as the city seems to slow to a stop before starting up again (the dim sum scene in fallen angels reminds me of my uncle taking me with him to smalls shops buried deep in hong kong’s markets. in my opinion, the most crowded, dirty, loud places have the best food).

one of the things i also love the most about wong kar wais films are they are essentially “of an era.” context heavily influences his films, and watchers should understand that his best films are primarily made in the decade of hong kong’s handover from the uk to china.  looking back now, his films are representative of the end of hong kong pop culture culture. they’re the last threads of a former culture powerhouse in asia—hk cantopop, film, and tv throughout the late 70s to 90s had an immense influence on asian pop culture today. everybody knew and loved hong kong, because it was the only true source of quality pop culture in an age of barely any in asia. hong kong was the beginning of everything essentially. kpop even, i would argue, would not be what it is today without cantopop—many idols are modeled after the cantopop idols of the 80s along with western influence. it’s sad to see that hong kong’s impact has been increasingly erased over the past 20 or so years—hong kong is now a shell of it’s former self as it can never return to its former glory. wong kar wai’s greatest films are chungking express, fallen angels, happy together, and in the mood for love. they’re all made in the years predating or after the handover, and you can see the differences in feeling of each film as it nears 1997. happy together, aside from being a somewhat tragic love story, is also the tragedy of hong kong. the handover of 1997 seems to haunt that film as the characters are also far way from hong kong; they’re on the other side of the world. there’s a sense of fear and desperation that runs parallel to the main love story and i feel like people don’t see that the first time without an understanding of historical context. chungking express and fallen angels are two sides of hong kong—hong kong by day and by night—they’re wong kar wai’s love letter to hong kong itself before it disappears in the subsequent years (which it has sadly). both of those movies are time capsules of an era, they capture an atmosphere that is now gone in hong kong. 2046 is an extension of those four movies above—an imagining of how hong kong would be be 99 years after the “end” of hong kong as it is in 1997. and finally, wong kar wai’s greatest work is in the mood for love. it’s his magnum opus, and the true end of an era: for wong kar wai’s creative capacity, for hong kong pop culture, for the actors themselves. wong kar wai has been unable to follow in the mood for love successfully with other directorial features, it’s a masterpiece in itself in its inability for recreation. the movie speaks for itself, even maggie subsequently quit acting shortly afterwards because she felt she could never top that role—it was the end of her acting career in terms of era. everything that wong kar wai put out in the 90s is of an era, it cannot and never be repeated or recreated just as the old hong kong is gone (which is why his attempt to make sequels for those movies with blossoms and the chungking express sequel will be futile. wong kar wai does not realize that that era has indeed passed (and his his break up with christopher doyle has proved to be fatal for both of them).

finally, a small addition about wong kar wai as a director himself. he’s a cancer, very true to his nature, which explains how he can so fluidly translate and portray emotion in his films. they’re almost overflowing with tender emotion, but very much so in an implicit manner. i could never do that in anything i create, it’d end up being very much lynchian in manner, which makes me appreciate his films a lot more. moreover, wong kar wai has a certain way, an intimacy with all his actors. he brings out the best in them for only his movies, and that’s what makes him so special. also, i relate a lot to wong kar wai’s method of working ..the man is one of the worst procrastinators he’s worse than me. he almost never plans or writes scripts for his movies. most of his films especially in the 90s are very much “go with the flow” improvisation (u can see that the characters are very much the actors even it’s hard to distinguish). he was editing in the mood for love up to the last minute before final submission for cannes, that’s just how much of a procrastinator he was and why it’ll take him a million years to release the chungking express sequel. it’s amazing to think how all of these great movies from wong kar wai are technically equivalent to 2000 word essays submitted a minute past the deadline. what i imagine is how different would his work be if he’d planned ahead (how much better would my essays be if i didn’t write them at 3am?). but i guess we can all see how much he’s changed in the release of his criterion collection—-he’s not the person he once was and he can’t recreate the past.

if u read this far i love you thank u for reading my inarticulate nonsense thoughts. i hope u like wong kar wai a lot more than before

#asks #very inarticulate but articulate im sorry this took so long

[libermachinae]

For the directors cut meme, I would love to hear anything at all about chapter 5 of We Forget the Names Not Written Down. (That preface by Rewind, btw, has stuck with me so much, gosh.)

Thank youuu ;u; I was really hoping someone would ask about that one. Under the cut because *spoilers*. (here's a link to the fic in case anyone hasn't checked it out yet)

Okay, so, to start with, the name: "Preface" is the last chapter of the fic, as a final nod to the fact that the fic really doesn't conform to a linear sense of time. Even the chapter itself is spread across different time periods: the dedication was a collaboration between Rewind and Prowl, the Forward was written by Prowl after Rewind's death, the Preface was written while Chromedome was still alive, and the chapter as a whole is being read at some point in the future, after The Complete History has been published. My purpose there was to pull the audience into the story: there is no present but that of the person reading it. Each section represents a crystalized version of who its author/s was/were when they wrote it, and then these disparate moments link up to form a single cohesive text.

The other reason I put "Preface" at the end of the fic is because it is an end, for both Rewind and Prowl. For Rewind, it's the last chance he has to "write" (and I'll go more into that in a bit) and say exactly what he's thinking. It's the last opportunity he has with his own voice, and he uses it to say goodbye to the world and wish it well with a future he won't get to see. And for Prowl, it's the last step he takes before sending the manuscript, anonymously, to the publisher. They're his last words, too, before he disappears to the unnamed planet mentioned in the fic's summary. "Preface" is a series of goodbyes.

The other structural thing I would want to mention in this chapter is authorship. The definition of an author is a theme that I was exploring throughout the fic, and chapter 5 is where Rewind has a chance to address it head on by talking about the assistance he's receiving from Chromedome.

Now I’m a writer, and even that’s in only the barest sense of the word. I can get most of the important words down, but I need Chromedome to connect the dots for me.

The idea that Rewind is the author of The Complete History is never brought into question, because I personally think it's more interesting to consider how this then affects our definition of authorship. Delta's Malady has started to degrade his ability to generate and interpret language. It's not necessarily deleting words, but it's becoming more effort than it's worth for Rewind to come up with every single one. Before Chromedome's work, I imagine these two sentences read more like this:

Writer barely. I important words, Chromedome connect.

It's possible to understand Rewind's intention, but there is a lot of space that needs to be filled to make it read correctly. If someone other than Chromedome (like, for example, Prowl) were to take a stab at interpreting it, they might come up with the following:

I barely write. I generate important words, and Chromedome makes the connections.

By changing "writer" to a verb, the focus of the first sentence shifts from being about Rewind's identity and onto a task he struggles to perform. The latter instance could also be interpreted as Rewind simply not writing often, rather than his ability to do so being poor. The focus is further shifted from Rewind's perspective by going from "the important words," which imply personal stakes, to "important words," which is a more general sense.

The point I'm trying to make with all this is that even if all Chromedome is doing is connecting the dots, it still matters a lot and affects how Rewind's final goodbye will be read. Even if Chromedome knows Rewind better than anyone else, the fact that he participates this way at all impacts the way readers interact with the text. Rewind is still considered the author, but authorship doesn't guarantee that he intended everything exactly as it was written.

Which, to be fair, is true for everyone. I'm constantly using words that don't quite fit but are close enough to replace the ones I want but can't remember. Reading itself is an interpretive act; it's impossible to write something that will be interpreted the same way by everyone. But I'm getting super off track now oops :P

Within the Preface itself, I knew I had to talk about Functionist Cybertron (or, as Rewind calls it, Cybertron) because the fic would have been incomplete without it. Not only is Rewind dying because of it, but it's his creation as much as the manuscript is: just as complicated, but still important. He feels a sense of responsibility to it, the same way he feels a responsibility to finish The Complete History, so it can be passed down to future generations. Another ending represented in "Preface": the transition of one generation of Cybertronians to the next. The two Cybertronians cited in chapter 2 were an MTO and a spark forged within Trypticon, neither of who were present for the start of the war. The galaxy is trying to heal from the effects of the Great War, and that means moving on from the people who helped start it (even if only tangentially, as in Rewind's case).

After spending a few paragraphs talking about that Cybertron, though, Rewind intentionally switches back to talking about his Cybertron and the war he was part of. As with the text as a whole, it's a final act of rebellion, Rewind fighting for control over his narrative even as it's drawing to a close. The important note here is that it's out of a sense of responsibility, not of pride.

It is not a proud story. I don’t think anyone walked away from it without some amount of shame, despair, or rage. But it is ours, for as long as there are Cybertronians left to remember it.

Rewind is trying to take ownership of something he has little claim to, because someone has to and he's in a position to do so. It's this same reasoning that Prowl struggles to articulate in his letter to Bumblebee in chapter 4. Both of them see something that must be done and decide that they're going to do it.

And the thing is, they do it poorly.

Rewind can't write on his own. His databanks are being corrupted by Delta's Malady (in chapter 1, Prowl concludes the corruption is so widespread Rewind is no longer capable of making meaningful contributions to the text) and he struggles even to find the way to his memories, if they still exist at all. And Prowl is a terrible editor. There is only one section that he writes without any prior input from Chromedome, and he struggles so much that he ends up reusing Chromedome's wording anyway, to the detriment of the text. Neither is in an ideal position to perform the task they set out to do, but they choose to do it anyway. Because someone needs to.

The last paragraph was kind of where I figured out what I wanted this fic to be and how I was going to get it there.

Because that’s all any of us end up becoming: the words and the stories we leave behind. I spent my whole life trying to capture as many as possible, even as I watched so many fall through the cracks. So, a final dedication: to those who exist in echoes. Though we forget the names not written down, they form the spaces between every word, every letter. It was their collective story that I aimed to tell, and if I’m left with any regret, it’s that I still failed to catch them all.

To be completely, entirely transparent: in regards to the title, I was trying to pull a "Without Love." It starts off by saying that we lose the things we don't intentionally record, and then finally Rewind reveals that actually, they've been there all along. Prowl's name only appears once in the fic, as the last word of chapter 4, where I meant to imply that it had been deleted before he sent his letter to Bumblebee (not sure if that idea actually got across). Prowl's is the name not written down, but he's everywhere in the fic, constantly influencing both the text and the story of its creation. Though I still consider Rewind the sole author of The Complete History, in the context of the story, he and Prowl are partners, working to create something that will outlast them both.

#can you tell i've been eager to talk about this one #ask #towardsmorning

[merlinssaggyyfronts]

BBC Merlin Rewatch:

01x01: The Dragon’s Call

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FIRSTLY THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION LMAO “Merlin, a young country boy” COUNTRY BOY AHAHDHSNDH IF ONLY YOU KNEW!!! ITS LIKE SETTING SOMEONE UP FOR DISASTER BUT THEN AGAIN THEY WERE SO LIKE I MEAN-

aw look at merlin all happy and smily, walking into camelot like he isnt going to witness the death of his best friend/king and basically everyone he loves

LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY!!! HE DOESNT KNOW YET

“like everyone, he must live and learn” yo shut ur bitchass up lizard man u literally tried to murder everyone in camelot that one time

“his name: traumatised 😍😍”

AH YES THE OPENING!!1!1!-!-! AHHH THE AMOUNT OF HAPPINESS I FEEL HEARING THE OPENING

fuck ur bitchass uther no one likes u

“i pride myself as a fair and just king” sir didnt u like basically kill ur wife... and thousands of peo- OH MY GOD MORGANA BB ILY

oh jesus okay hes dead um chile-

“when i came to this land” wait i thought he was raised kn camelot brb i forgot im an idiot wait,,, does this mean before this it was the du bois family on the throne of camelot?? also, mired in chaos? u mean like.... before ur wife died and everyone was living peacefully? ....okay

“merlin, seeing a person who's been stated had been studying magic get beheaded: [a magical being himself] ah,, welcoming.” -my gf

“since the great dragon was captured” ....so did no one think about where they put a dragon?? a captured one at that. ud think he’d be more smart but nah he just left a random ass dragon under his castle like THAT is going to end well

YUHH MARY COLLJNS HATE HIM!!! YELL BABEY YELL!!! “you took my son!” YES MURDER HIM OMG I CAN FEEL HER PAIN

“a son for a son!” omg why couldnt u have killed uther bb ur the perfect villain i love u ur literally just a loving mother i-

OOOOO GAIUS

.....why is there a bunny mask in there

why is thERE A BUNNY MASK-

why didnt merlins eyes glow when he dragged the bed to gaius to save him

also whats this slomo magic why didnt he do this after this why did season one haveso much magic and like every other season was just everyone throwing it back

like i get instinctual magic but like.... if its instinctual wouldnt it happen more especially when his powers get stronger-

gaius: what did you just do?!

also gaius, five seconds later: i know what it was!! i just wanted to know where you learned it

merlin: 😐

merlin, about his magic: i was born like this

gaius, who knows full well warlocks exist: impossible!

(are warlocks naturally born knowing how to use magic without learning? i mean if u have to learn magic like a sorcerer then whats the difference between a warlock and a sorcerer cuz wouldnt sorcerers atleast have to have some magic in them to actually cast spells? am i dumb or do i just not get it)

wait so merlin arrived in camelot on a wednesday

merlin, walking into camelot: it is wednesday my dudes

merlin: [witnesses an execution] aaaAAAAAA-

“someone that might help him find a purpose of his gifts” oh honey he’ll get something mUCH LARGER THAN THAT-

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oH MORGANA

SHUT UR BITCHASS UTHER SHE WILL KILL YOU-

“the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” oh the waY SHE PREDICTED THEIR FUTURE OO

ah bless u lady helen/mary collins we love them spicy villains

...why do you have a dressing table in a tent

[watches mary collins murder lady helen] i never snitch on dadd- ...someone pls delete me

merlin, about his instinctual magic: i just do it!

gaius: ...lord have mercy what did i just sign myself up to

what ever happened to sir olwen did he die from accidentally overdosing

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oHHH THERE HE IS THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY!!! MY LIL PRAT MAN!!!!

merlin looks so offended, oh god i could watch this whole scene for HOURS

oooOOOO YES MERLIN FUCK HIM UP!!! SHOW HIM WHOS BOSS

“do i know you?” “im merlin” “so i dont know you” ugh theres already sexual tension

“i would never have a friend who could be such an ass” “or i one so stupid”

also them, ten years later: “i use my magic for you arthur, only you” “just hold me” “i cant lose him! hes my friend!” “thank you..”

“tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?” OOOOH THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING

NOT THE “would you like me to help you?” SIR YOU ARE FLIRTING SO INTENSELY AND DONT EVEN REALISE IT SIR DO YOU KNOW YOURE FALLING IN LOVE

im convinced atleast half the knights with arthur were like “ayo thas kinda sus bro 😳😳 ayo 😳😳”

arthur: tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to help you?

merlin: ....i really dont know how to answer that

imagine being paid to throw fruits at colin morgan omg id be so thrilled

OOOH HERE COMES OUR QUEEN GWEN!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YES ILY

gwen: well, arthur looks like one of those, save the world kinda men... and you dont

merlin, 1500 years later, having failed his destiny: well i mean you’re not wrong

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gaius: uther banned magic a long time ago

merlin, flabbergasted as if he wasnt raised on tales of the death of his kind every day in the kingdom right next to his: why?!?!?

gaius: the dragon is imprisoned where nobody can free him

merlin:

(that is the face of someone knowing full well hes going to free that dragon. look at him. he’s already made up his mind.)

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[sees merlin and arthur in the marketplace] oh heres he is again heres the lil bitxh ooo theyre about to FIGHT

god hes flirting so hard without even realising it, oh my god

“i could take you apart with one blow” “i could take you apart with less” um sirs this is a mcdonalds drive thru 😃

arthur: ahah, you’re in trouble now~ 😏😏

i had to pause cuz wHAT THE HELL WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT-

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....yall are yelling very loudly, um, arent there guards near yall? people passing by? please relax

“im just a nobody, and i always will be” OH IF ONLY YOU KNEWWW

“if i cant use magic, i might as well die” ....well, ive got a surprise for you-

“maybe theres someone with more magic than me?” like... a whole dragon? i mean if you say so 👀

merlin about why he was born like this: if you cant tell me, no one can!

a fucking dragon, basically every magical creature and the druids: WELL-

the camelot guards are so stupid how the hell is this kingdom still standing

how does kilgharrah know merlins name? in prophecy hes known as emrys (and we see basically every magical being call him emrys and not merlin,, i think). so how does he know? did he stretch his neck long enough that he could somehow hear merlin? is it cuz theyre kin? is it cuz merlin and gaius were yelling so loudly that kilgharrah could hear them all the way in his cave? ig we’ll never know 🖐

merlin: where are you?!

kilgharrah:

kilgharrah: without you, arthur will never succeed.

merlin: ....oh look, im already paranoid

the amount of sadness i feel hearing kilgharrah say “none of us can choose our destiny, merlin. and none of us can escape it” is INSANE cuz in season one you can SEE merlin trying to escape it. hes doing his damned best trying to have some control over his life. and then in later seasons you can see the light slowly drain from his eyes as he becomes just another toy for the gods to be entertained by. he realises he cant control a single thing about his life so he does the one thing he can: protect arthur. and he loses SO MUCH because of it! its not fair, he deserved so much, and when he finally got everything he could ever ask for, it was taken away from him by his own mistakes.

arthur, seeing morgana in a beautiful dress: god have mercy 😍

uther: .....um

the way they set arthur and morgana up as if they arent gonna make them siblings i- what the fawk 😄

person A, who knows arthurian lore: oh no! arthur is going to have an affair with morgan(a) and have mordred! oh no!!

person B, whos seen merlin: oh no in this show its worse

person B, knowing full well theyre siblings: much worse....

gwen: who’d wanna marry arthur? 🙄

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gwen, getting crowned queen of camelot: well fuck

hhhnghnh yes queen sing them to sleep yes murder his bitchass (and fail but like its the thought that counts)

on a sidenote tho this is such a fun way to murder someone, id try this

the absolutely OFFENDED “FATHER!” and the horrified look in arthurs eyss when uther announced merlin would be his manservant is PRICELESS OMG

oh the way uther unintentionally plants the first seed of his sons love story omg 😍😍

Conclusion: this episode is a 10/10 greatest episode with so many iconic scenes omg. mary collins u will forever have my heart for unintentionally kickstarting merlin and arthurs relationship destiny. i loved the whole thing and oh GOD does it already hurt knowing full well how the show ends

#this was a RIDE #eli’s merlin rewatch #yes i have to say everything that happens in the episode pls leave me alone #01x01: the dragon’s call #merlin #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #morgana le fay #morgana pendragon #guinevere #guinevere pendragon #gwen #gaius #kilgharrah #lady helen #mary collins #bbc merlin

[obwjam]

thank you thank you thank you for submitting this!!!!!!!! soft gentle peter is the best peter, skdjdkskd i love this so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️ UR THE BEST

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New Beginnings

Wrote a FemBorrower!ReaderxReader one shot for obwjam because she amazin, have mercy, I tried here we go. 

1,617 words,

6 minutes and 28 seconds reading time

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Peter was almost finished helping Mr Delmar un-pack into his new store. He set down the last box and waited for Mr Delmar's further instructions. Suddenly there was a faint growl coming from outside that sounded like Murph (Mr Delmar's cat). Peter knew it would take a while before Delmar would be finished upstairs, so he decided to head out the door to see if Murph was alright.

  You were limping on your way back home, maybe taking the shortcut through the sewers wasn't the best choice. It had been over a month since the accident, where you lost your brother to human carelessness. 

You remember how he talked about this sandwich store that was moving to your old apartment. You knew it wasn't safe roaming out in the open, but ever since the humans living in that apartment moved out, you really needed something to eat.

  You had just arrived at the store. Exhausted, you sat against a wall to take a break from that long walk. You took out a piece of ripped cloth from out of your bag in an attempt to start wiping the blood off your leg. But Suddenly, From the side of the store crept the biggest rat you have ever seen, or at least you thought it was a rat. It had huge pointy ears, You could barely see its eyes because of all that fur, but you knew it was a threat as soon as you heard it hiss at you. 

  You felt your stomach clench, your leg was busted, and you were so exhausted. You really didn't think you could outrun that thing.

“This is it,” you thought as you fixed your eyes on the creature, covering yourself with your arms, braced for impact. 

Just then the huge door of the shop flung open, followed by what looked like a boy.

The cat lifted its paw and went straight for you. Although you were expecting it, you were shocked at the impact. 

  You swallowed your scream, but you couldn't hold in your tears. As soon as the first one escaped, a whole river flowed down your dusty cheeks. 

"shit, shit, shit, fuck, this can't be happening," you whispered as you tried to control yourself. Now wasn't really a great time for panic attacks.

You rubbed your face hastily trying to define your emotions. You pushed yourself up from the wall and prepared to run, you couldn't let another human see you, not again. As you turned your back and started sprinting, the creature's huge paw flung straight for you and pushed you back to the floor. You groaned in pain hoping that this was all just a bad dream. 

Peter bent down to pick up Murph, barely noticing you. “What's wrong Murph,” Peter said as he stroked the Murph's fur. 

"That thing has a name?" You thought as you pushed yourself back up.

The cat turned to you and hissed down at your little form. The human turned its attention down to what or who Murph was hissing at. 

  You stared at the towering human hoping he wouldn't notice you, or just leave you alone. But then again, one look at your bloody ass foot and you decided you were a literal recipe for attention. 

All those late-night stories about how you should be extra careful around them. never take any risks, they'd keep you in a jar on their nightstand for all their friends to see. They wouldn't hesitate to pick you up without your permission. You always thought it was kind of insane the way your brother described them, but once you let that thought slip to your head you started sweating. 

You weren't exactly against human's existence, you just didn't want to deal with them.

It took a few seconds for Peter to comprehend what he was seeing, but as he slowly bent down again and let Murph go, he could make out an actual real-life borrower.

There had been several reports on capturing these little things on camera over the past few years, but Peter never imagined himself actually having an encounter with one. 

She looked so scared. She was covered in dust, dried up bruises and scars. Her ankle looked like it was bent in an unnatural position. That huge scar on her waist looked fresh. Did Murph do this? did she- was she crying?

"H-hey bud, are you ok? you look really torn up"

yeah, no shit sherlock.

You forced yourself to look up at his huge empathetic face. You didn't like how he was looking down at you like you were some weak little shit in desperate need of help. 

You tried to force words out of your mouth, but all that came out were weak whimpers, you felt unsteady, the bright sun behind the human made you feel dizzy.

Peter noticed this and used himself to block the sun. "That's ok you don't have to talk, d-do you maybe want something to eat?" Peter said expecting maybe a nod or anything indicating "yes". But you couldn't even hear him, white dots covered your vision as you grabbed your head trying to stop everything from spinning.

And then you blacked out.

You woke up on a cold smooth surface, you turned your head around trying to adjust your eyes to the light. you felt tired and your stomach felt empty and weak. you sat up slowly rubbing your eyes, suddenly a familiar voice filled the room.  

"Thanks, May, but I'm stuffed!" Peter said with a small laugh as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

You turned your head towards the noise, and once you set your eyes on the large room and the human you saw from before, you started panicking again. What time is it? Where am I? What the hell is going on.

This time there was no one to save you.

"you're awake," Peter said surprised. "I got u some leftover pizza, figured u might be hungry," Peter said as he strolled across the room towards you. You immediately stood up ignoring your aching leg but fell back down in an instant. 

"WOAH Slow down, that leg's not gonna get any better if you keep putting pressure on it, trust me, I've had experience," Peter said with a small smile. 

He set down a piece of pizza on a folded tissue and carefully slid it towards you. You scooted back a little but once you laid eyes on the piece of food he offered, you thought that maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a little. 

You grabbed the piece of food like you hadn't eaten in days. You were still having your doubts though, like why this human was giving a shit about your wellbeing, but once you took the first bite, you were in heaven. An unforced smile spread across your face for the first time in a while, Peter couldn't help but smile too. He always felt good helping people. 

"Hey is that leg okay?" Peter said as he shifted his gaze down to your bloody ankle. You looked back up at him again. You were a little scared to make converstation. I mean this human could crush you in seconds, but it had been a real long time since you actually talked to someone, so not wanting to make this any harder you cleared your throat and responded. 

"Well, nothing has changed, still hurts like hell," you said with a weak smile. You tried speak as calmly as you could, panic attacks were a real common guest nowadays. Peter frowned, he didn't think anyone like you should suffer like this at such a young age. borrowers have it real hard huh.

"M-My name's Peter by the way," He said scratching the back of his head. "What's your name?" 

You were a little surprised he even cared, "Oh uh, It's y/n". 

"What are you going to do to me?" You said, sounding concerned.

Peter hadn't actually thought of it that way, he only brought you in because you looked like you were in really bad shape, and considering what Murph might have done, he naturally thought he owed you something.

"I- I just wanna help, just until you can get back on your feet again." He stood up and ran across the room to pull out a box from under his bed. He came back with some gauze and wipes. "I-If you'd let me".

You thought it was crazy he even bothered to help you. Still, you weren't sure you wanted to be handled by a human, If he was anything like the other human...

Peter noticed the doubtful look on your face. "I promise I'll be careful," He said almost whispering. You did have nowhere else to go, the dried up blood was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable, and if this human's intentions really were to help you, you're seeing humans in a whole new light. 

you gave a weak nod and sat up straight so Peter could see the cuts. He rubbed the cold wipes gently on your leg. You jumped a little at contact and pressed your lips together, the wipes were a little too cold. But after a few seconds, you could handle it. 

You stared at Peter, it was almost unbelievable how gentle he was. Usually, you would pay attention if someone was wiping your cuts, but something was comforting about Peter. When was the last time you could rely on someone other than yourself?

When he finished, he glanced back down at you. "T-Thanks Peter," you said with a smile. Peter beamed back, he was just happy you trusted him to help out. 

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still cant believe this piece of shit took me 2 days wow.

#SRSLY THANK YOU IVE ALREADY READ IT TWICE #love the idea of borrowes just casually being known #and peter is just fascinated to see one in person #submission

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Dx:love & scotch &... tumblr?[AU]

[Hollywood U Masterlist] || [Red Carpet Diaries Masterlist]  || [Baby Hunt Masterlist] – – – Characters: Alex, Thomas Hunt, Ethan Ramsey, Addison Sinclair Notes: Begin @choicesaprilchallenge

This takes place in my Hollywood U AU... Alex and Hunt are engaged and planning their wedding. Ethan is an old friend who is struggling to keep a professional relationship with the newest member of his diagnostics team *** This is set after OH2 Chapter 5. ***

This takes place a little later in the evening from dx: Shock & awww

Catch up on Love and Scotch – – –

“Alex...look,” Ethan began scolding immediately.

“It’s just me,” Hunt interrupted.

Ethan breathed easier, lifting his scotch to his lips. His other hand running through his hair. “How do you do it?”

The corner of his lips turned up. “I love her… and she’s not always this...excitable. She seems set on Ellie coming to our wedding.”

“I can’t. Even if I could,” his voice trailed off as he downed the rest of the liquor in his tumbler. 

“I know,” Hunt broke the silence. “I was where you are. Perhaps worse off, lest we forget, Alex was once my student.”

“How did you manage?” Ethan questioned through tired eyes, pouring himself another drink.

“About as well as you at the start.” Hunt chuckled remembering those early weeks in the beginning. The nightmare he thought she was. Being trapped overnight onset. That auction. That kiss. He shook his head. “It wasn’t easy for me to admit I could care for her… that I did care about her, but she never gave up on me.”

“I suppose there are some problems even Scotch can’t solve?” Ethan still lifted the glass toward his camera then to his lips. 

“Unfortunately even the best whisky can’t solve matters of the heart,” Hunt insisted. “No matter how much you try. And, I tried.”

“Tell Alex I’m sorry for hanging up on her?” Ethan requested.

“I trust she’s over it already. She ran off to her study saying she had something important to work on. Seems your conversation inspired her,” Hunt shrugged. “That’s not why I called though.”

Ethan nodded attentively. 

“Can I offer advice on another matter?” Hunt questioned. “A word of caution. A warning as it were.”

“I’m listening.” Ethan tented his fingers and leaned toward the screen. 

“Be careful with what you post on the internet. At least for now,” Hunt started. “You no longer have the same anonymity you did. Before you interrupt, I know you are an award-winning physician, of world-renowned, but outside of the medical community and perhaps your local area, you were not under the scrutiny of the public. Thanks to Gwyneth, you are a viral celebrity by association. People will take what you post and twist it or make it into what they want it to be.”

“I told you, I’m not using that account. So, I won’t be posting anything,” Ethan reiterated.

“It doesn’t matter. It exists, as does that photo–” Hunt paused for a moment, his eyes closing in realization of what part of their previous conversation had inspired her. “Alex!” He breathed to himself, before continuing more quickly. “Trust me, when I tell you, you have fans, who are probably online as we speak, writing and talking about you.” 

“That seems improbable,” Ethan replied skeptically. “I hardly see why anyone would care what I do.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s more probable than you might realize.” Hunt’s brow furrowed. “Speaking from experience, as someone who has had fan fiction written about him and has been the subject of countless horrifying edits…I recommend avoiding searches for yourself, at least until this blows over. Oh, and never go on Tumblr. You will never be the same.”

“What?” Ethan shook his head unaware of the dangers of the site.

“Just trust me? I’m sure there are more than a few fans there already writing stories of your heroics in saving them, and how grateful they are,” Hunt offered him a knowing look. 

“Why would anyone write that I saved them if I did not?” Ethan wondered. 

“It’s fan fiction. I imagine they’re more interested in how they can repay you… if they don’t have insurance...” Hunt attempted to explain, waiting for his friend to finally get it. 

“They wouldn’t!” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, god!” 

“I imagine you have accumulated quite the salivating community!” Hunt smirked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them are pitching a TV show about you already. While others are doing things to that photo that would keep you awake at night.” 

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. “How do I stop it?”

“There’s no going back now. You’ve got fans, my friend!” Hunt replied. “Good Luck!”

***

Hunt found her in her study, chatting with Addison as they giggled over something on her screen. 

“Busted!” Addison nodded her head, causing Alex to turn around. 

“Bye, Addi!” She closed her computer screen and looked up at her fiancé. “Hi.”

Hunt captured her jaw in his hand, holding her there.

Alex shifted her head taking his thumb in her mouth. 

“Do you really think you can distract me from what I just saw?” Hunt pressed.

Her teeth grazed his thumb as she released him slowly, her eyes wide with wanting. “Absolutely… Professor.” 

(*I may continue this scene in a later fic 😉*)

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[yakocchi]

(Eisuke) The King’s Training – “Try to Satisfy Me” // Episode 1

A bit of context for what this is from: otona love is their mature hub for existing Voltage series and their original adult series. So it’s just essentially 100koi+ (Love 365) except you have to play it on a shitty web browser and also pay more monies per story. technology

For a while I thought I imagined seeing this story in the site, but actually voltage just got lazy and didn’t tag this story with anything. Legit, you can type “eisuke” and “suite room” in the search and it doesn’t show up. it shows up on the kbtbb store page but… whack. almost reminds me of how useless the 365 app search can be

Episode 1 is free (!!!) so if you wanna follow along with a portrait of eisuke (bc I didn’t post further screencaps) then… there you go

this ep is… not adult-adult, but eh. It’s the later eps that do the adult content or w/e

eisuke nonsense behind the cut

…

At the penthouse, where it seems like I’m always being summoned to come over… Within seconds I was already thrown into bed, and I weakly pushed against him.

[MC]: “N-No, don’t…” [Eisuke]: “Stop trying to hide every single little thing.” [Eisuke]: “Do you intend to make me say that over and over again?” [MC]: “Even then, doing this all of a sudden is a bit embarrassing…” [MC]: “Can you at least turn off the lights?” [Eisuke]: “Will that be all from you?” (This is bad… his mood quickly went sour.)

When I shrink away from the icy gaze above me, the sheets are then mercilessly torn away. [MC]: “Ah-” [Eisuke]: “Are you not in the mood to entertain me?” [MC]: “ah… Please, wait-” (As it is - it’s impossible!) Tightly shutting my eyes, I brace through my shame and-

(He shut them off for me!) [MC]: “Thank y–“ [Eisuke]: “…” In that split second I sigh in relief, he suddenly grabs onto my ankles. [MC]: “!” [Eisuke]: “From here, I won’t let any more complaints come out of you.” He forces himself between my knees, a smirk on his face. (Seems like it’ll be a long night…)

…

The next day – (I’m dead… dead tired…) (I only had resisted him for a little bit, and yet I was punished until morning…) I groggily continue to make the bed when I stagger a step and bang into the cleaning wagon. [MC]: “Aaah-“ [Erika]: “MC, hold it. What are you doing?” [MC]: “I’m sorry for causing more unnecessary work for you!” Waking up to tidy the massive heap of fallen amenities, Erika hands me the new sheets with a thud. [Erika]: “You know, you’ve been slacking off too much lately.” [Erika]: “Even if you’re Mr. Ichinomiya’s girlfriend - let’s not get too carried away now, hm?!” [MC]: “Of course not!” [Erika]: “As punishment, please do the rest of the cleaning by yourself!” (So that I can keep up with Eisuke, I’ve been working my hardest.) (‘Getting carried away’, I haven’t done anything like that…) Erika leaves the hotel room, and I was left alone to continue cleaning.

…

That night–

(If I don’t hurry, I won’t make it on time!) Flying out of my dorm and dashing through the hotel lobby, two figures then intercept my path. [Ota]: “Oh cool, perfect timing.” [Ota]: “We’re going up to the penthouse, so come and serve us some coffee.”

the… the main lobby where they all hang out is called the penthouse too, right in jpn they use “organizers’ room” which… that aint it in engl i remember that much. right??? oh no look what you’ve done voltage, this is what happens when you make 1 kbtbb update a month

[MC]: “Uh, right now?” [Baba]: “Ota, you gotta call that off for now. If she’s in this much of a rush, you should just sympathize with the dear.” [Ota]: “Ahh, gotcha.” [Ota]: “So, you were peacefully relaxing in your room after work when you got a call?” [Baba]: “Something along the lines of ‘Get to the penthouse, you have 5 minutes’, as they say?” [MC]: “It’s just as you say! Well, I have to-“ [Ota]: “Looks like Eisuke’s ‘training’ has wrapped up with flying colors, huh?” [Baba]: “Then, how many minutes do you have left on the timer?” (Oh, no- by just talking to them for a moment, my five minutes have passed!) I cut the conversation short and jump onto the penthouse elevator.

…

[MC]: “-So, I’ve kept you waiting!” [Eisuke]: “You’re late.” [MC]: “?!” Opening the door - Eisuke was right there, leaning against the immediate wall. He approaches closer, apparently irritated. (Th-That scared me… It couldn’t be that he was actually sitting around waiting for me, right?)

season 1 mc u will soon realize he has no hobbies despite having billions of dollars to invest in any hobby ever

(I should apologize for now) [MC]: “Sorry,” [MC]: “Before I got on the elevator, I was occupied talking to the others…” [Eisuke]: “I didn’t permit you to give me excuses and the like.” (No matter how you look at it, he’s clearly in a bad mood.) I feel a chill run down my spine before he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. Trapped between the door and his body, I timidly ask, [MC]: “Are you… angry?” [Eisuke]: “I’m going to retrain you.” He leans his face a breath closer before licking my lips. Instinctively opening my mouth, he slips his tongue through and caresses inside. [MC]: “…Mmn-“ [Eisuke]: “…” Every time he bites the tip of my tongue, the wet sound echoes through the silent room. (Eisuke’s kisses are always so sweet, as if to melt me-) In these kisses filled with his desire that yearns down to the core, my mind grows hazy. …thump, thump… (Footsteps?!) [MC]: “Um, isn’t there someone coming up the stairs?” [Eisuke]: “And what’s the matter with that?” With a devious smile, he had snapped off a few of the buttons on my blouse. [MC]: “Please wait, someone can come in and see us…“ [Eisuke]: “Don’t kick up a fuss.” [MC]: “Ah... S-Stop…” -Knock, knock! [Soryu]: “Eisuke. Are you in?” [Eisuke]: “Yeah.” [Soryu]: “I’m opening the door.”

MA BOI SORYU DUN DESERVE to be part of ur sic voyeuristic ways u eggplant lookin ass

lol idk if the engl version has this yet but remember the eisuke story where he swaps bodies with soryu and then soryu was pretty much like “no TOUCHIN MY BODY IS SACRED” and that was like season 17 my season 1 boy dun need this

(Th-This is a problem…!) Rattle, rattle-

[Soryu]: “…Are you in the middle of something?” [Eisuke]: “I’m busy right now.” [Soryu]: “Then I’ll ask you from out here.” (Th-Thank goodness…At some point Eisuke had locked the door.) As I finally let out a sigh of relief – While Eisuke normally conversed with Soryu, he began to further undo my clothes. (He’s opening up my blouse, and my bra is…) (But if I make a sound here, it’s likely that Soryu will find out what’s going on.) I twist my body in a subtle attempt to resist, but with a great force I was pressed even harder against the door.

[Eisuke]: “…” [MC]: “…guh…” His teasing fingertips sneak under the hem of my skirt and stroke the inner side of my thighs. Lightly biting my lip, I desperately keep my voice from leaking out. [Soryu]: “There will be a change in the items up for the upcoming auction.” [Eisuke]: “And this item is?” [Soryu]: “A painting. Ota is currently appraising it, but it’s almost certain to be a forgery.” (What should I do, the current situation is…) I also could hear lively chatter from the penthouse lobby below. In this situation where it seems that if I get even a little careless I’ll be discovered - my heartbeat wildly beats faster. [Soryu]: “Baba is currently looking for an alternative piece, but…” [Eisuke]: “But I thought there was a sculpture in the warehouse?” [Soryu]: “Isn’t that one supposed to be the centerpiece for the following auction?” Eisuke is discussing business matters with his usual expression… as he pulls down the straps of my bra. [MC]: “….Hh…” [Eisuke]: “…” His fingertips glide along to skim against the tip of my breast. (Even though Soryu’s on the other side of the door,) (He’s purposely… on the places where I’m likely to cry out…) [Eisuke]: “I don’t care if we put that one up earlier.” [Eisuke]: “Report that to Baba.” [Soryu]: “I don’t mind that, but…” More and more, the core of my body blazes hotter and I want to lose all of myself to him. (I know that wanting something like that right now is out of line,) (But…) Even if I’m aware of how inappropriate this is, I can’t escape the comfort of the sensations Eisuke gives me. [Eisuke]: “Is there a problem?” [MC]: “…kgh-” Though his words are directed to Soryu, his irises are directly captured on me. When I slightly lean my relaxed body towards him, he strokes my hair in a toying manner. [Soryu]: “…It’s quite difficult to talk about.” [Soryu]: “I’ve had enough of this - Can I at least open the door now?”   [MC]: “!” I return to reality upon hearing Soryu’s voice laced with suspicion, and I shake my head to signal my resistance. But Eisuke, without letting go of my body, puts his arms to the back of my knees. (Huh?) (As usual, this is where it ends, right…?) [Soryu]: “Eisuke, are you listening to me?” [Eisuke]: “I do believe I told you that I’m in the middle of something.” When I look at him, my heartbeat picking up - With an amused smirk carved on his face, he presses these lips against my earlobe. [Eisuke]: “Spread your legs wider.”

(End of Episode 1)

If you’re interested in the rest, please consider buying the other episodes! or not. ( ´_ゝ｀) save up ur monies for the things to come, idk. ive been holed up for weeks drinking me choccy milk i dun not got the energy to be voltage pr

#kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder