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eywaite · 3 months

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Perfect Infidelity

Avatar Mating Season Days: #2 ~ Cuckolding

Pairing: Jake x human fem reader x Tsu'tey

Words: 3.2K

Summary: Tsu'tey was sure you'd never think of him that way, you were mated to Jake. But being offered a perfect infidelity by your mate is too good to pass up.

Warnings: NSFW, cuckolding, lingerie, oral sex (fem receiving), P in V, riding, one mention of 'daddy', queue play, size kink, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: Big thanks to @neteyamswillow and @pandoraslxna for hosting this amazing event! Also, first time writing cuckolding so I hope I did it right lol.

Credits: Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Eywa'eveng: Pandora

Skxawng: Idiot, moron

Kelku: Home; place of dwelling

Nawm Sa'nok, tìtxur oe ting: Great Mother, give me strength

Talioang: Sturmbeest

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Ngaru lu fpom srak: Are you well; do you have peace/well-being

Srane, ‘efu oe ngeyn: Yes, I'm just tired

Pxir: Beer (alcoholic beverage)

Olo'eyktan: (Male) Clan Leader

Tsaheylu: Bond

There should be a special place in the darkest parts of the afterlife for people like Tsu'tey and his disgusting thoughts.

He was an ill man; he had to be. After suffering such a fall with his body riddled with bullet wounds while war rages above him, hours of being poked and prodded by tawtute technology and months recovering in the uncomfortable bed they placed him on, it's left him sick with a strange disease.

This disease settles low in his chest, tightening his sternum and fluttering his stomach at any given time, clouding his mind to the point that any activity he was previously doing is pushed aside and almost forgot completely. His legs would go weak and his hands would become moist with nervous sweat as they shaked, rendering him useless and stupid to the world around him.

You are his contrition disease. This tiny alien woman that walked into his life a years ago and has refused to leave ever since, taking up his every waking thought until it all dwindles to the very last moments before he goes to sleep, cock in hand as he muffles his groans into the side of his hammock, filled with regret as he wipes his shame away.

His guilt for what he does never stops the almost animalistic urge that takes over him every night as his thoughts run wild, imagining your small, soft body under him over and over again, praying for strength not to let his moans be heard by passersby when he sneaks home in the middle of the day to jerk off after catching your intoxicating scent in the wind.

You are off limits, mated to his spiritual brother and leader, Jake Sully, his only true friend he's ever had, even if he still acts like everything he does irritates him. Jake has loved you for years before coming to Eywa'eveng and he has continued to show his love for you years after finding his place among The People. Putting you first above all of his duties if you asked, placing you in his lap as your five fingered hands intertwine together, giggling over whatever little loving things Jake whispers into your small ear.

When Jake joined other warriors to fight on Earth, you stayed with him. Even as Jake lost his legs in his tawtute body, you were there for him. And when Jake's brother died and he was offered to leave your home and come to Pandora, you went with him with an open mind and a comforting shoulder. Even now that Jake is forever in his dreamwalker body, leading The People, you stay loving him.

Who was Tsu'tey to ruin that? How could he in good conscious to test that love, to believe he could have you even if he told you? Tsu'tey would consider any other man that told him of these thoughts that they were a complete skxawng, but he's not someone else, he's the mighty and impeccable warrior that he's strived to be since young, to be a protector of his people and all that Eywa created. But here he is, hoping the most sacred of bonds between two people could be broken; that just one chance could be opened up to him for just one night.

Now, he prays Eywa doesn't strike him down where he stands.

Tsu'tey briskly weaves his way in and out of the many Na'vi around him. Politely nodding and giving small smiles to people he passes, trying to get to his destination before someone stops him. This is the same route he takes every night before the village goes silent, the sudden rush of movement before the clan goes to bed. He finishes his training with his warriors, keeping them finely tuned and constantly training to keep their skill in check, and every night before he retreats to the comfort of his home he stops by to give a report to Jake about the process the Omatikaya's finest warriors have made.

Tsu'tey never wanted the days to extend like he does in winter season, watching eclipse fall earlier and earlier every day, cutting his days short and pushing him to face his biggest challenge of the day: you.

Your's and Jake's home soon comes into view, the soft, warm glow of the recently made fire makes your kelku comforting and inviting, embracing his tired body with open arms as the smell of freshly made stew makes it's way to his nostrils, causing his empty stomach to growl. Mixing with the warmth and delicious smell of cooking food is the light, familiar scent he's become addicted to. You smell just like fresh rain and water lilies, so delicate in nature but alluring all the same.

Your joyful laugh wafers out of your home, followed closely after by Jake's deep chuckle. The sound of your laugh is like a gut punch, furthering the racing in his heart and the trembling in his fingers.

Tsu'tey takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering close for half a second as his body and mind instantly relax at your scent, stomach rumbling again, though at this point Tsu'tey isn't fully convinced it's from physical hunger anymore. "Nawm Sa'nok, tìtxur oe ting" Tsu'tey thinks to himself as he knocks on the wooden beam above the entryway.

The laughter from before calms down to light giggling as your sweet voice call out, "Come in, 'Tey!" The silly little nickname you've given him never fails to make his stomach flutter in excitement, his breath quickening as his heart starts beating faster. Pulling the privacy curtain aside to peek inside your home, immediately locking eyes with Jake before giving an awkward nod as he enters the home fully, stiffly standing by the doorway as he shifts his weight.

Jake snorts, "Why do you always look like you're gonna hurl?" he teases the warrior, using the back of his hand to quickly slap at Tsu'tey's thigh. "Brother, sit. Take a load off and eat something with us."

Your small body emerges from the other side of the kelku, "Seriously, you don't gotta knock." you assure him, beaming up at him with a stunning smile. Immediately Tsu'tey's knees buckle and he crouches down to your height as you hand him a steaming bowl of talioang stew. The bowl burns his palms the longer he holds it, picking the slightest too small leave scoop to take a small bite of the tender meat, seasonings mixing with the delicious broth, melting into wonderful blend of savoury meat and earthy vegetables the longer he chews.

You hum a laugh, looking up at Tsu'tey with enthused amusement. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, it's your catch." you tell him, taking another bite out of your stew, narrowing your eyes at Jake wolfing down his food.

Tsu'tey freezes, looking down at your small form tucked into Jake's side with blown out pupils. "My catch?" You give him a nod, smiling at his shocked expression while Jake laughs. Tsu'tey feels like he could scream, a buzz of energy shocking through his body at the idea of you making a meal out of the animal he successfully killed just for his visit. Distracting himself with another mouthful of stew, Tsu'tey hides his growing scowl in his bowl when you kiss Jake's side, the kiss being returned on your forehead.

It's moments like these that Tsu'tey hates himself the most; he hates himself for hating this, your open display of love. The Na'vi are open about their affection towards those they love, not scandalized by sexuality like the other tawtutes that inhabit the land close to Hometree. Tsu'tey is pulled from his thought by Jake asking about training process through a mouthful of food, earning himself a smack to chest by your small hand and a 'swallow first' as you return to your food.

The next few hours are filled with Tsu'tey and Jake talking about training, future war parties, strategy meetings, and new routines to put their warriors through. You look beyond bored, keeping yourself busy by cleaning and organizing but in the end of the night you're sitting half asleep against Jake, mindlessly playing with his fingers to keep yourself awake.

Suddenly you yawn, standing up and walking to the sleeping portion of your home. Tsu'tey focuses his attention on Jake, but fails entirely when your delicately beaded top falls to the floor, followed by your light blue loincloth. The image of your naked body laid out on your bed makes Tsu'tey's loincloth grow tight, his eyes following every light shadowing on the wall, curious of what you're doing.

"Ma Tsu'tey, ngaru lu fpom srak?" Jake asks from beside him, eyebrows drawn together in concern in the far away look in Tsu'tey's eyes, the distracted state he's in unlike him. "You're awfully distracted tonight." Jake comments, handing Tsu'tey a drink bowl full of pxir which Tsu'tey gladly takes.

"Srane, ‘efu oe ngeyn." Tsu'tey answers him a little too quickly, averting his gaze away from Jake and your small shadow taunting him from across the room, taking a long swig of his fermented alcohol swishing around his drinking bowl.

Jake hums, taking a long drink from his pxir, his eyes trained on the side of Tsu'tey's face, eyeing every strained featured of his resting scowl. "Tired. Horny. Do they translate the same in that knot head of yours?"

The burning in Tsu'tey's throat is sudden sucked down his windpipe at the gasp he let out, now coughing and sputtering as he catches his breath, face hot from embarrassment and soul crippling guilt settling heavy in his chest. "Ma Olo'eyktan, I do not–"

"Y'know," Jake began, looking down at his folded hands holding his drinking bowl. "When I first noticed I was pretty jealous, didn't like the idea of you being sweet on my girl."

Tsu'tey swallows hard around the knot in his throat. He can see his life flashing before him. All his years of training simmering down to nothing when Jake banishes him with the rest of his family, shamed from his home for his infidelity. Even if he never touched you, thinking was just as bad as touch to his people. The bond between mates is the most sacred thing they have, and even though you cannot physically make tsaheylu, your emotional bond with your mate was just as strong.

Jake looks up from his drink, startling Tsu'tey at the deviousness swimming in his eyes. "But then I thought about it some more, pondered the idea of having complete control over her even if she was in your hands and... I enjoyed the idea. A lot." Jake laughs at Tsu'tey astounded and dumbfounded expression.

"Baby, come here." he calls to you, downing his pxir as he waits. Tsu'tey copies him, taking liquid courage as that's the only courage he can muster in this moment. You slowly walk around the corner, your top and loincloth replaced with a small, black, almost see through garment, your hips swaying with each step, accentuating your plump breasts and perky nipples that the small garment does nothing to cover.

Tsu'tey's fingernails dip into his palms so hard he's convinced he'll make himself bleed, trying and failing to look anywhere else but your gorgeous body sautering closer to him. Jake smiles down at you when you stop at his side, wrapping his arms around your body as you find your place standing between his spread thighs. "Especially when my little wife told me about her raging crush on you."

Tsu'tey feels dizzy, his mouth going dry at the realization that the whole time he was tearing himself apart about the gut wrenching guilt he's had over his adulterous thoughts about you... you felt the same for him; and you told your husband about it!

Both of you look from each other to Tsu'tey, the hairs raising on the back of his neck at the familiar feeling of being trapped by a predator, walking into their territory and revelling in their prey's innocence to the situation. While Jake's look was predatory, yours was eager, hungry. Your eyes rake up and down the long, lithe body of the warrior in front of you, licking your lips when your gaze lands on the bulge developing in his loincloth.

"What do you say, brother? Wanna finally live out those disgusting thoughts in that thick head of yours?"

Tsu'tey doesn't even comprehend when he agreed or how your soft, pliable body made it into his hands, but all he knows is that he's thirsty. So parched and desperate for a drink like he's been stuck in a desert and you're his oasis, lapping at your drenched folds over and over again just to messily slurp at your sweet nectar.

Your shameless moans coat the dense night air, thighs trembling around Tsu'tey's head, crying at when Tsu'tey harshly sucks on your throbbing bundle of nerves. "J-Jake, please, baby. Need to cum!" you whine, threading your small fingers through Tsu'tey's disheveled braids once again, pulling him further into your delectable cunt. Your other hand is braced on his heavily panting stomach, nails scratching against the sensitive skin causing Tsu'tey to moan into your pussy, furthering your pleas for release.

Jake sits back into his chair, cock in hand as his gives lazy strokes on the hard, hot flesh, completely unbothered by your desperation. Jake bites at his bottom lip as his thumb teases his leaking slit, secretly enjoying ever distressed call of his name. "No, I don't think you deserve it yet, Babygirl."

You groan at that, wiggling and squirming to try to get away from Tsu'tey's relentless mouth, whining as his tongue circles your quivering hole. "But, J–"

"Why don't you show my girl a good time, brother? She loves to ride." he tells the oblivious man under you, a wide, smirk taking over his features at the intrigued twitch in Tsu'tey's ear and your widening eyes.

Before you know it you're being lifted off Tsu'tey's face and being placed into his lap, slippery cunt soaking through his precum covered loincloth in seconds. Your hips flex down, grinding your sensitive bud onto Tsu'tey's tip, earning a low moan out of Tsu'tey's puffy, swollen lips.

A quick 'tsst' from Jake haults all your movements, your bottom lip sticking out as you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can as Tsu'tey unties his loincloth, allowing his achingly hard cock to spring free from it's restraints and wetly smack against his thigh.

Tsu'tey feels like he's been drugged, excitement shaking through his body as his hands roam your soft curves, kneading at your plump breasts that rests perfectly in his palms, down to your squishy stomach and sides adorned with odd little stripes that he vaguely remembers you calling 'stretch marks'. Finally finding his place on your soft, thick thighs, Tsu'tey squeezing at them tightly when rise up on your knees, taking his cock in your small, warm hands, giving it a few strokes before lining the lavender tip with your entrance.

For a moment Tsu'tey is concerned you would be pained by the stretch, considering asking if you're sure you'd be okay, but the question dies on his tongue as you slowly start to lower yourself down, keeping better composed than Tsu'tey as your wet heat envelopes him, squeezing and clenching down on his poor cock as you adjust to his size, sliding down with ease. You were small but surprisingly stretchy.

To his left, Tsu'tey can hear Jake's condescending snort at the loud groans Tsu'tey's letting out, sending you a sly wink that spurs your small body into action, satin lips meeting his as your hips lift and fall back down in a startling quick pace, bouncing ontop of Tsu'tey cock as your sloppy, wet kisses muffle your heavenly moans.

If there was ever a good depiction of euphoria, it would be you. Your silky skin pressed against his while your satin lips yearn for more and more as you devour him, greedy pussy sucking him in every time you pull away, grinding back down so your perfect little clit glides across his slick pelvic bone. It's all so exhilarating. Tsu'tey hasn't felt this level of passion and want since his early years of exploration, and even then it doesn't compare to you.

You can hear Jake groan through the muffling cloud of lust in your mind, breaking your kiss just enough to look over at your husband drinking you in, dark eyes fixated on where you and Tsu'tey are connect, his cock twitching whenever you moan. You purposely moan loudly when Tsu'tey moves his hungry kisses to your neck, practically crying out when he bites at the spot under your ear. Jake's eyes flutter close for half a second, stopping his relentless tugging on his cock to calm himself.

The searing heat in your lower stomach returns, your limbs growing numb the longer you fight it's welcoming tightening in your core. You can tell Tsu'tey is close by the harsh thrusts he's begun to meet your every bounce with, thick cock throbbing as you clench around him.

"J, baby, please?" you beg, giving up on bouncing and letting Tsu'tey take over, his long, strong arms clutching your sweat slicked body against his so he can drive up harder into your needy cunt.

The mischief dancing in Jake's eyes are unmistakable as he pretends to think, perching his lips and rubbing his brow bone. "Hmm, I don't think so, sweet girl. But make 'Tey cum and then Daddy will make you cum on his cock, okay?"

Tsu'tey is completely lost in his own pussy drunk world, deeply inhaling your addicting scent as you lay ontop of him, letting out little whimpers and whines into his ear. You sudden pull away, small hand clutching his face as your delicate fingers try to wrap around his jaw, your eyes are blown, almost frantic.

"'Tey," you whine and the sound nearly kills him. "Need you to cum; want your cum so bad." you beg, trying to pull his orgasm out of him by tightening around his pulsing length.

"But you haven't–"

You shut him up with a hot kiss, little tongue dancing with his as your hands move back into his messy braids, searching for your winning ticket to this little game Jake has made for you. Your hand soon finds the thick, glossy braid covering Tsu'tey's neural cord, following up the smooth braid before cupping the base. Tsu'tey tenses under you, anticipating your actions as his larger hand wraps around yours.

Before he can pull you away you're gently squeezing the base of his queue, ending it with a light tug. Tsu'tey's eyes roll into the back of his head, mouth falling open as he lets out deep, growl like moans as his muzzle wrinkles. The hot, filling sensation of his thick seed painting your pulsing walls white fills your womb, causing you to shiver as you rock your hips to draw out his mind numbing orgasm.

Tsu'tey's hands kneads at your ass like a cat, half trying to stop you from moving and half helping you rock ontop of him. Your small lips lay a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, compelling him to open his unfocused eyes and look at your beautiful smile. "Enjoy yourself?"

Tsu'tey nods, palm engulfing your head as he pulls you in for one last kiss, tenderly holding you close for as long as the situation allows. Unwillingly pulling away, you glance to Jake's smug smile.

Jake pats his lap, "My turn, pretty girl."

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ffgallery · 19 days

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oh hey uhm THIS blog exists gee whiz, it's almost like it's been in the back of my mind nonstop,

right so this won't be very formal but iv'e been meaning to write this for some time now; i originally put this blog on "hiatus" because of some engine issues with the game which resulted in graphical bugs regarding cubemaps ( models in HDR using LDR cubemaps which for whatever reason had a gigantic exponent making every metallic model glow like the sun, the game refusing to build/pack cubemaps for different dynamic ranges, other jank ) and other things. the issues COULD be manually fixed but at the time i didn't want to bother with every map i'd go over, having to spending hours fixing one bug.

howEVER, Fortress Forever has recieved an engine upgrade to SDK2013CE, which fixes many graphical bugs, and with like zero extra work makes SDK 2006 compiled maps look like 2 times better. the beta branch on steam has been live for like a week now & is intended to go public tomorrow ( as of me first writing this ). the update introduces some graphical issues of it's own ( namely, the engine versions handle alpha channels on shaders differently, so transparency looks quite different where it's used, especially on water, which is either almost invisible or almost fully opaque ) but it's LIKELY to be patched while in beta.

this means that MAYBE this blog will return to operation. when? idk lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but there's a high chance it will. i'll probably queue up like every map i can so the blog just coasts on it's own without chance of me fucking something up again, but i'm not sure on that yet. when i start with the "new wave" of posts i'll probably private the old SDK2006 posts.

i forgot what else i wanted to say with this post oh right Yes, people still play this game. Every day. :) we wouldn't have a new steam beta & an engine port if nobody played it dumbass. you can know when ( & how ) to play in the official discord, everyone is invited to join in on the fun, we've got both pubs and pickups organized nearly every day, most if not all timezones are covered.

okay i actually can't think of anything else to say now

#not a map #wrote this different to how i usually talk #not sure why #be back soon?#be back in due time anyway #fortress forever #source engine

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kcscribbler · 1 month

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For the fanfic ask thing! G, H, and V!

Forgot I queue this game a while back, lol. Thanks so much for the asks! (Full Ask List Here)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Very much out of order. I've found through a lot of trial and error that if I try to write chronologically, I end up just sitting and staring at the page; and that writing out of order helps me keep longer-term details straight in my head to make foreshadowing easier.

For example: I've drafted chapters in all 5 parts of my new Loki AU, rather than finishing Act One before moving on. It helps me keep a handle on the main signposts of the plot, in addition to making me feel more productive.

I no longer sit there and spend a bunch of time fact-checking, or trying to think of the right word, or figuring out how to do a scene; anything that slows me down, I just jot down a note and put it in brackets, then continue. Then I just use Ctrl + F to find everything in brackets and fix it before posting.

H: How would you describe your style?

Minimalist with a slightly twisted sense of humor, unless I'm deliberately trying to be otherwise.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh that's a tough one. I don't read a lot of fic, in any fandom, because I tend to use my limited free time for writing instead.

But this is one of the few Loki post-S1 fics I remember vividly, and while it's certainly fabulous as-is, I could read an episodic S2 all day long. I loved where it ended but would love a sequel almost as much, I think.

#ask box #loki #loki series #fanfic #fic recs #fanfic writing

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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oh i forgot about the "first kiss" one 😭😭 i'll try and request something else!

what about this: a hanbin drabble that has the same plot as summer body but make it this instead 👇

reader has stretch marks but hides it from hanbin so when hanbin found it out, reader tries to keep it out of sight but he stopped the reader

i hope you understand this lol, it's almost 6 am and my thoughts are kinda messed up rn

KDKZKSKSJSJS crying this one is so cute

i'm putting it on queue for you rn riri <3 did you just woke up or you just haven't slept at all? 😭

#zerobaseonefics

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katrinawritesthings · 2 years

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Jonghyun/everyone; the big round lesbian in the sky ; pg-nc17

A collection of short stories told to Taemin by Jonghyun about the moon

🌕Prologue: the moon Jongtae; pg; 733w 🌩Oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms Jongho; storm chaser but in space au; pg; 638w 💞Mare cognitum - sea that has become known Ot5; pg; kissie stuff; 439w 🌹Mare nectaris - sea of nectar Onjongtae; garden spirit au; nc17; 644w 🫂Mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility Onjongho; mages au; pg;949w 💦Mare humorum - sea of moisture Jongtae; mermaid au; pg; 899w 🌴Mare insularum - sea of islands Ot5; creationists au; pg; 1386w 🌙Mare crisium - sea of crises Jongtaekey; sailor moon au; pg; 984w ☁️Mare nubium - sea of clouds Jongkey; skyship au; pg; 869w 🌧Mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain Jongminkey; space slice of life au; pg; 1191w ❄️Mare frigoris - sea of cold Jongyu; weather deities au; pg; 887w 🧚Mare vaporum - sea of vapors Jong2min; lake fairy au; pg; 929w 😌Mare serenitatis - sea of serenity Onjongkey; beach au; pg; 962w 🍑Mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility Ot5; horny lol; nc17; 1499 words 🌕Epilogue: the far side Jongtae; pg; 893w

Written for @rollercoasterwrite jongsmonth : ) I meant to post this last week but I forgot I had the mermay thing in the queue lol

🌕Prologue: the moon

They're outside, the two of them, Jonghyun and Taemin, at the playground across the street, and they’ve just spent the last half-hour lazily swaying on the swings and watching the summer sunset. It's one of their favorite kind of dates: simple, close to home, free, sometimes there are dogs. And especially, for Jonghyun anyway, once the sun sets, the moon gets extra bright.

It's a full moon tonight and it's almost as bright as Jonghyun's smile. He's twisted around in the swing seat to look for it and, finding it behind them, he quickly gets up and sits down again facing it. Taemin copies him at a much more leisurely pace. He's had his jacket tied around his waist, but he puts it on properly, zipping it up against the sudden nighttime chill.

Pointing up at the moon in the dusky blue twilight, Jonghyun says, "there she is. The big round lesbian in the sky." He sighs dreamily. His pink bangs fall into his eyes, obscuring his view of the moon the tiniest amount, and he flicks them away.

"There she is," Taemin repeats, smiling. It's always been obvious that Taemin isn't as invested in the moon as Jonghyun is, but it's also obvious that he's always been invested in Jonghyun's passion for it. He looks up at it for a minute, then pulls out his phone and starts playing a game. Jonghyun smiles up at it nonstop, arms curled around one of the swing chains, cheek smushed up in his hands, feet gently pushing him back and forth. They talk and joke together as the sky grows darker and the moon glows brighter.

Eventually Taemin looks up, then does a double-take, and then squints his eyes, frowning. "Why is it so bright?" he asks. "What the fuck."

Laughing, Jonghyun tells him, "because it's reflecting sunlight."

"Like," Taemin says. He points at the moon, then down at where the sun sunk below the horizon, and then pauses for a minute, trying to figure out the logistics. Then he rolls his eyes and shakes his head and says, "fucked up.”

"Excuse me, I'm right here," Jonghyun frowns. "She is not fucked up. Fuck you." As usual, he's taken it upon himself to be offended on behalf of the moon. And as usual, Taemin doubles down on offending the moon.

"It's fucked up!” he says, gesturing up at it with his whole hand. "I don't want to think about math and angles and shit. I'm just an ocean gay."

"The moon is, like, literally the intersection between space and ocean gays,” Jonghyun says indignantly. He gestures up at it as well, just the simple thrust of his hand full of fire and emotion. "She pushes and pulls the tides. She makes the waves. They use her for navigation in boats. And, and, you see the dark spots on her? Galileo thought each one was an ocean."

Taemin looks a little overwhelmed at all of Jonghyun's information; probably he knew most of that before, but having it all used against him has to be a new experience. He blinks at Jonghyun, clearly trying to think of something to say, before he blurts, "who?"

"Galileo,” Jonghyun repeats. His hand falls into his lap. "Italian Guy. Big astronomy guy. Forever ago. The one that said earth revolves around the sun instead of the other way around and then the church excommunicated him for blasphemy."

Taemin snorts, dropping all of his other emotions to just laugh instead. He hides it behind his hand even though it's as loud and hiccuppy as usual. "That sounds familiar, yeah," he agrees. He turns back to the moon, frowning but not as hard as before. His eyes trace each dark spot of the moon, taking them all in. "And he thought they were all oceans?" he asks thoughtfully. He looks at Jonghyun. “What are they really?”

"Lava," Jonghyun shrugs, and then, seeing Taemin's face twist into outrage, hastily adds, "but who cares. Not important. For a long time they thought they were oceans. And each of them has a name and a legend attached to it."

It does the trick: Taemin loses focus on his spacephobia and instead perks up with interest. "Legend?" he asks. "Story? Ocean story? Space ocean story?" He's eager, interested, clumsily swinging sideways to bring himself closer to Jonghyun. "Storytime," he demands.

Chuckling, Jonghyun complies.

🌩Oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms

“Ooh ooh ooh, wait wait wait, here here here." Jonghyun swings his arm out to slap at Minho. Minho is already hitting the brakes, though, and he bumps Jonghyun away with his elbow. Their cruiser whirrs to a stop and he hits the stabilizers to keep them in place. Jonghyun scrambles into the back to grab his camera equipment; quickly, before he finishes, Minho pulls up his weather tracker.

He scans through everything – the news, the radio, the satellites, the ship's own scanners – and is certain that it's safe enough for Jonghyun to get out just as Jonghyun is smashing the button to open up the hood. He grabs a tether and hooks it to Jonghyun's belt, tugging him back for just one second to make sure it's secure and then letting him free.

From there Minho can take his time. He sends a report to the local weather station, writes down the coordinates in their log, and grabs his own camera before he tethers himself to the ship and joins Jonghyun outside.

And oh, what a view it is outside.

The cosmic storm that they've been chasing for the better part of a week is in full swing. Stardust, broken comets, and metal debris soar through the void. They swirl with the currents of space, flying in great arcs over their heads. Huge nebulous clouds surround them with all sorts of greens and yellows, dipping into blues, just barely touching orange. There's a dull, quiet roar of fire, of crystals, of metal on metal, of speed, of all of these the mismatched noises mashing together and coming to them sped up, slowed down, and distorted through the clouds. Standing here in the center of it, this huge astronomical wonder, and knowing that it's a fraction of a fraction of a fraction a quadrillion fractions of everything in just this one universe, almost takes Minho's breath away.

But he's seen it all before. The storm isn't the view he's enamored with.

Jonghyun is floating above and a little to the left of their ship, stabilizing his camera stand and trying to set up a good shot of the storm. His silver hair floats around his head and catches sparkles from the clouds. His lashes fan out over his cheeks as he looks through the camera and his strong fingers work so delicately to adjust the zoom and focus. Sharp white teeth bite his bottom lip, soft and pink, and then he catches Minho looking at him, and then he smiles.

He smiles so beautifully. His mouth stretched wide, his cheeks rounded, his eyes all lit up with the same giddy excitement that they always get when they're in the middle of a storm. Minho's breath leaves him.

No matter how many times he sees it, it always feels like the first time.

The storm flares bright, the clouds glowing and expanding with chemical reactions powerful enough to reach throughout an entire galaxy. At the same time, Minho's heart thuds hard enough to reach throughout an entire galaxy and then some.

"So what do you think?" Jonghyun swings himself over to nudge Taemin, blinking at him expectantly.

Taemin hums, staring at the moon for a moment longer before raising his eyebrows. "More romantic than I thought," he says dryly.

"Yeah, well," Jonghyun grins. "You know how us space gays are."

"Yeah?" Taemin laughs. "Galileo was a space gay?”

"He was in my heart." Jonghyun puts his hand on his chest, screwing up his face with overexaggerated emotion. Then he smiles and hops off of the swing. "Let's go home," he says. "I'll Tell you another moon legend another time if you restrain yourself from being mean about her."

Taemin stands and swings his arm around Jonghyun's shoulders. "I'll try my best,” he promises.

💞Mare cognitum - sea that has become known

Kissing Jinki is like space.

Each kiss is soft, slow, and seemingly endless. Jonghyun gets so lost in them that he loses track of time; so lost that sometimes he even forgets where they are. And he doesn't mind either. A kiss from Jinki feels like everything, all at once, all-encompassing, all important, everything in every universe combined all in one simple press of lips. But it also feels like nothing, like not a care in existence, like letting go and giving everything else up because nothing matters but the two of them together.

Kissing Jinki is his favorite.

Kissing Kibum is like a fruit.

They're bright, fresh, each one a burst of emotion. The moment their lips touch Jonghyun bursts into smiling; he bursts into loving. And every time it's a surprise. A kiss from Kibum has layers, like biting into a gummy and not expecting the gooey center inside. They're not just physical affection, they’re communication. No matter how small or quick, Jonghyun gets a full story from each of them –how Kibum's day was, what his mood is, what he wants to say to Jonghyun, the exact number in the millions to describe how much Kibum is in love with him at that exact moment.

Kissing Kibum is his favorite.

Kissing Minho is like a blanket.

Every one is so warm, so cozy, so comfortable. Jonghyun melts into them on first contact; relaxing into them feels like coming home. And it's been like that since the very first time. A kiss from Minho is to be enveloped in a warm hug, not just from his arms around Jonghyun's shoulders, but from his aura wrapping around Jonghyun s. He radiates protection, security, and stability, but every so often, if Jonghyun rubs him just the right way, he'll nip, he'll bite, he'll static shock a thrill directly through Jonghyun's nerves.

Kissing Minho is his favorite.

Kissing Taemin is like –

"Jonghyun?”

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Please."

Kissing Taemin is like fireworks.

Every single time, it's dazzling, exciting, tingly from the tips of his hair all the way down to his toes. Jonghyun can anticipate and prepare for each and every one, but they never fail to sweep him off of his feet. And he never gets tired of them. A kiss from Taemin makes his heartbeat stutter, his lungs hitch, his stomach flip. They’re so much packed into so little, and they last much longer than the initial flash and bang would lead one to believe. They linger, enjoying their welcome, reminding Jonghyun that Taemin will stay just as long.

Kissing Taemin is his favorite.

🌹Mare nectaris - sea of nectar

“Can't believe you jerked it before you called me."

“How was I supposed to know you were going to try to have phone sex with me?”

Both of them can feel each other's pouts through all of the distance separating them. Jonghyun is on his stomach on the bed at home, chin in his hands as he looks out the window at the full moon. Taemin is slouched in a hotel chair miles away, looking through fancy curtains at the same moon. "Why wouldn't I try to have phone sex with you?” he groans.

"You know," Jonghyun chuckles, "can't argue with that.” while Taemin dramatically groans louder, he pulls a pillow to support him underneath his chest. "here,” he says. "I'll give you a horny fantasy I like to think about. You don't know this one. It's based on one of the moon legends.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Taemin mutters, frantically getting his hand down his pants.

In every garden, if it's cared for enough, loved enough, cherished enough, a spirit will be born. A manifestation of the garden’s emotions and health, the spirit will lend their magic to the owners of the garden in gratitude. And if the spirit themself is treated kindly enough–with prayers, favors, offerings, and praise–they will stay and the garden will flourish like no other. If ignored or disrespected, it's said that the spirit will leave and nothing will ever grow in the garden again.

Luckily for Jonghyun, Jinki and Taemin know exactly how to keep their spirit absolutely delighted.

"You’re so pretty today, aren't you, with all of your alyssums?” Taemin's fingers in ferns flowers send shivers down Jonghyun's spine. Or maybe it’s that when he sifts his fingers through them, hundreds of tiny little white and pink flower petals flutter down over ferns body. Or maybe it's his voice, so soft and husky, so close to ferns ear that fern can feel his lips smiling. Or maybe it’s his hand on the back of ferns thigh. Or maybe it's his other hand on ferns cock.

It might also be Jinki's mouth against ferns jaw, or his warm chest pressed against ferns back, or his lap soft and comfortable beneath fern, or his hand on the back of ferns other thigh helping to keep ferns legs spread open, or his fingers inside of ferns ass.

It might be any number of those things. Either way, fern's having a fantastic time. Ferns heart is beating so hard that fern can feel every pulse of chlorophyll through ferns veins and the edges of ferns vision are exquisitely fuzzy.

"You say that like fern's not pretty all the time." Jinki's tone is stern and his fingers draw circles on Jonghyun's prostate as if to make it up to fern.

"I said today," Taemin pouts back. His hand is impossibly soft on ferns cock, just barely stroking fern. Fern's absolutely leaking precum anyway and it dribbles down ferns shaft, over his hand, drips off of ferns balls to absorb into the soil. "Fern's pretty everyday, but fern's extra pretty today. Aren't you, my Jonghyunnie?"

"My favorite," Jinki says warmly.

" Our favorite," Taemin corrects.

"Our only." Jinki punctuates the words with a kiss just below ferns ear. Jonghyun flushes, roses blooming in ferns cheeks and all around the garden. Theirs; fern's theirs and they're ferns. "Do you want to cum, our handsome?" Jinki asks fern.

Frantically, Jonghyun shakes ferns head. No, no fern doesn't. Not yet. It's been at least an hour, already, of them playing with fern, pleasuring fern, spoiling fern, and fern doesn't want it to end. Fern wants to feel like this, just like this, hot and tingly and delirious and loved, forever and ev –

"Hey, I nutted."

"I heard." Jonghyun's smile is just as audible over the phone as Taemin's is. "You're welcome," he says.

🫂 Mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility

Jonghyun drums his fingers on his thigh, a staccato of nerves to complicate his foot bouncing restlessly against the carpet. He stares at his phone in his hand. The phone stares back at him, displaying the phone number for the interview he’s supposed to call for in half an hour.

Taemin stares at him too, nibbling on his bottom lip. His hand hovers over Jonghyun's leg like he's not sure whether or not touching will help.

"What if," he tries, "what if you thought about the moon?”

And then, when all Jonghyun does is frown and tilt his head, continues, "she calms you down, right? Or is there a moon legend about being calm?”

“There... is," Jonghyun says.

Jonghyun drums his fingers on his thigh, a staccato of nerves to compliment his foot bouncing restlessly against the hardwood floor backstage. His breath shakes in and out of his mouth no matter how hard he tries to control it. His pulse pounds in his fingertips. The space just behind his eyes is burning so hot that he wouldn't be surprised if he burst into flames at any moment. All he can hear is his own breathing and everything else seems muffled, far away. His magic, a soft pink shimmer around him, sparkles and crackles in a way that only he knows is different from normal.

People walk past him with polite greetings that he returns mindlessly. If asked, he couldn't recall who or how many. Just that he smiled and waved with three fingers, nodded or cocked an eyebrow, offered a joke or a wish of good luck in return. He's always like this; confident and unbothered on the outside but falling apart on the inside. He wouldn't mind so much if it was something he was doing on purpose, but as it is, he would do anything for someone to spare him more than a passing second and realize that he needs –

“Jonghyun.”

“Hey.”

Jinki and Minho sit down on either side of him and bring the world into focus with them. Muffled voices clear up into discernible words, the boxes and rope behind the stage curtains lose their fuzz around the edges, the people walking around become recognizable. But most importantly, front and center in Jonghyun's mind is the warmth of Jinki's side pressing against his and Minho's arm around his shoulders. Those more than anything pull him back to the present.

"You're going to do great," Minho tells him. He's full of confidence, like he knows that he’s speaking facts, and he shakes Jonghyun hard enough to make him jiggle. "Everyone you've already sung for has loved it. And you've practiced a thousand times.”

His light green magic mixes with Jonghyun's on the right, their colors swirling together without blending. Jonghyun follows a line of green as it curls around some pink and mumbles, "It could have been a thousand and one." He could have always practiced more. He could have stayed up later, eaten faster, taken less breaks.

Jinki's arm snakes around his waist and he puts his chin on his shoulder. His magic is a light orange and it does blend with Jonghyun's until they turn into a soft peachy color on his left. Jinki doesn't offer any words; just his presence, quiet and supportive. Jonghyun leans his head against his.

"Singing is the easy part anyway,” Minho goes on. "Isn't that what you've been saying this whole time? Writing everything was the hard part. And it's a spell for calming nerves anyway. All you have to do is start and then the more you sing the less nervous you'll be. Starting only takes a second.”

Jonghyun does have to admit, he's making some very good points. Jonghyun remembers making those same points himself all month long ever since signed up for the audition. It's good to be reminded. Absentmindedly, he twines his fingers with Jinki's and squeezes. Jinki squeezes back the perfect amount.

"And besides," Minho says. He puts his free hand on Jonghyun's leg and shakes it gently. "You're the best singer that I know.”

"Stop,” Jonghyun whines, automatically blushing. His magic glitters bright and warms the air around them, making his hair stand on end. Even without looking, he can see Minho's huge smile in the corner of his eye.

"Why?” Minho pouts, offended that Jonghyun is denying him. "It's true. Your voice is wonderful. You've always had talent and you've added so much skill on top of it. When you sing it's like roses –”

"You're so –” Jonghyun puts his face in his hands, trying to steady his beating heart. Every time. Every single time Minho starts complimenting him. Jinki makes soothing noises next to his ear, gently tickling his fingers into his side, but Jonghyun can tell that he’s amused. Every single time with both of them. They're too much for him.

But at least now his mind is off of his nerves. He straightens up, fanning his face. On either side of him, their smiles are so full of confidence that Jonghyun can't help but feel confident in himself.

Not too long after, he walks on stage to the microphone. His vision and his hearing are clear, his hands and breathing are steady, and his magic floats calmly around him. He introduces himself and, when he takes a breath to start singing and feels a tingle of nerves in the back of his head, he scans the sparse crowd for Jinki and Minho. He finds them and, with their smiles in his heart, he gives the best performance he's ever given in his life.

And it's easy.

💦Mare humorum - sea of moisture

Taemin finds Jonghyun right where shell thought shell would: floating on shells back up on the surface. shell's silhouetted in the light of the moon and stars, but every so often, one of shells pink scales will glitter in the moonlight. Shells long pink hair spreads out around shells head, sending crisscrossing shadows over Taemin as shell swims up to meet shell.

Breaking the surface of the water is as disorienting as usual. The chill of the air, the force of the breeze, the sudden existence of smell. But Taemin brushes it off with practiced indifference and pushes shells silver and black hair out of shells face. Jonghyun hums quietly, a short little acknowledgement of shells presence. The sky is reflected in shells pretty eyes, a universe filling them up with stardust. Moonlight shines down on shells face. It highlights shells cheekbones, the tip of shells nose, and shells plush lips.

Gently, Taemin gathers up shells hair and pushes it out of the way, and then even gentler, shell cups Jonghyun's face and kisses shell upside down. Jonghyun kisses back, soft, distracted, but when Taemin pulls away, shell tilts shells face up to keep their mouths connected for that tiny second longer. Shells eyelashes flutter and Jonghyun seems to lose focus for a second before gaining it back. The stars leave shells eyes and Taemin fills them instead so that Taemin is looking back down at shellself, reflected twice. Jonghyun smiles.

Taemin came here to chide him, but shell can't help but smile back while shell does it. "You scold me so much for sitting at the edge of the trench and wanting to go explore it,” shell accuses, "and look where I find you.” Jonghyun knows it's dangerous up here, with humans and their boats around.

Jonghyun's nose wrinkles. "They're different," shell pouts. "One day if I'm not there to stop you you'll actually go down there and get eaten by something. How am I going to get all the way up there?" Shell gestures up at the sky. Still watching shells eyes, Taemin sees Jonghyun get lost in space again, lost in desire. Shells eyes get a faraway look in them and shells voice becomes soft, dreamy, almost a whisper. "But don't you just... want to?" shell asks. Shells arm stays outstretched, fingers reaching for the stars.

Taemin looks up. They're far enough away from the local islands that the only thing they can see is ocean below them and space above them. From this angle, with nothing else, not even clouds, to block their view, it really does seem like the stars are so close that Jonghyun could pluck one out of the void if only shell could reach a couple of inches higher. "I bet if we got up there we could swim," Jonghyun says. "I bet we could do anything we wanted.”

Taemin stays quiet, letting shell yearn. Jonghyun knows how shell feels about space. With the trenches, Taemin has the security to know that whatever is down there at least has to abide by the rules of the ocean, and whatever it is has a bottom, an end point. But up there, out in the everything, out in the nothing, shell can't even begin to imagine what they could find. That scares shell. Shell can't even begin to comprehend the sheer number of possibilities that lie out there. That terrifies shell.

"I want," shell says, tilting Jonghyun's head to bring shells attention back down to the sea. "I want you and me to be together. Wherever we are." Shell lets that sit for a moment, warm and heartfelt in Jonghyun's ears, until shell feels the blush creeping into shells own cheeks. Then shell adds, "as long as that wherever isn't here."

Jonghyun chuckles, shaking shells head. Shell rights shellself in the water, giving up the moon easily in exchange for Taemin. One more kiss, and then Taemin takes Jonghyun's hand and pulls shell underwater. Together, they swim back home.

"Jonghyun?"

"Yeah?”

"I really liked that one.”

"I knew you would."

It's a hot summer night and they’re in their apartment complex’s pool technically after curfew but it's not like anyone is going to wake up and yell at them about it. Jonghyun is on his back in a unicorn floatie, staring at the moon, and Taemin is on his stomach on a shark floatie, staring at Jonghyun. "Which moon sea was that one about?" he asks.

Jonghyun points up, and even with the apartment buildings and telephone poles silhouetted against the night sky, his hand looks close enough to the stars that he might be able to pluck one out of the void if only he could reach up a few more inches. "Bottom left, the little one,” he says. Taemin squints up at the moon and finds it. "Mare humorum,” Jonghyun says. "Sea of moisture."

"Sea of – excuse me?” Taemin bursts into laughter. He tries to smother it, but it comes out anyway, loud in the silence of the night. "Moisture?" he repeats.

"Listen," Jonghyun says, but he's giggling too.

"Hey, I'm Galileo, I bet that ocean is so fucking wet –”

"Shut up, ” Jonghyun hisses, but that did it for both of them. Their laughter echoes around the pool and then all throughout the buildings as they scurry back home before they wake up the entire complex.

🌴Mare insularum - sea of islands

"Delivery guy says 25 minutes,” Taemin says as he steps out of the front door. Jonghyun hums in reply but doesn't take his eyes off of the moon. He's sitting on the steps, hugging his knees to his chest. Taemin joins him, crouching down behind him and slowly creeping his arms over his shoulders. Pressing their cheeks together, he looks up at the sky as well. The moon shines full and bright between countless stars.

"Give me some moon wisdom,” he murmurs. Smiling, Jonghyun raises his eyebrows. He presses his lips to Taemin's cheek in a quick peck.

"Moon wisdom, huh?" he asks. "Alright.”

Taemin is a perfectionist. Not in that every single one of his creations must be identical, or healthy, or useful, or guaranteed to survive as long as possible; but in that every single one of his creations must be something that he can take pride in. Each one needs to be exactly the way he wants it to be before he releases it into existence.

Everything that Taemin creates goes through countless revisions, rigorous examination, minute monitoring. Sometimes he'll get something all the way to the finish line, then decide he needs one more revision to get it just right. And then one more. And then one more. And then just one last touch. And then one more.

It grays his hairs, puts bags underneath his eyes, aches in his bones. It keeps him up when he should be sleeping, hovers in the back of his mind when he should be relaxing. It builds up and up and up inside of him, a growing frustration that nothing he does is ever right and never will be and he might as well just throw it all away and never start again until –

Until Jonghyun finds him. Takes his hands out of his hair and brings them to his mouth. Kisses every knuckle, every fingertip. Smiles against each one. Jonghyun gently touches Taemin's latest creation – a tree, a mountain, a river, a meadow – and tells Taemin that it looks great. Tells Taemin something he loves about it. Tells Taemin that he's proud of him for working so hard and so diligently to come up with something entirely new all on his own.

And Taemin, his shoulders sinking, his chest lightening, his mouth smiling for the first time in what feels like eons, takes the creation and releases it into existence without another thought. It doesn't have to be perfect; it just has to be.

Minho's creations can never measure up. Ever since he can remember he's always been told to conceive better, create better, finalize better, be better. Look at what everyone else is doing and do what they do. Be like them and maybe he'll come close to being good enough.

He doesn't even think his creations are that bad; he likes them. He puts his all into every gust of wind, every beam of sun, every drop of rain. He takes his time and has fun and sends them out into existence proud of his work. It's just his superiors that always find something wrong.

It's them that belittle Minho, criticize Minho, command Minho. It's them that take his pride and accomplishment and turn them into disappointment and insecurity, indecision, hesitancy. Their words pull him apart at the seams, have him stretching in every direction in an attempt to obey, running in circles to try to please, falling apart every time he realizes that he will never be enough no matter how hard he tries –

Until Jonghyun takes him by the arms. Stops him, holds him, stabilizes him. Invites himself into his arms and gets comfortable, smiling mischievously with all of the confidence of someone that knows he won't be reprimanded. He peers over whatever Minho was working on last, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, and then always manages to compliment with such specific detail just the exact thing that Minho liked most about it.

And every time, the sound of his voice washes through Minho's ears and completely drowns out everything else. He takes the creation and releases it into existence without another thought. He has nothing to prove to anyone else; the only one he needs to please is himself.

All of Kibum's confidence is faked. Well – not all of it. He's sure that some of it is genuine. It's just that he's spent so long faking it that now it's hard for him to tell when it's real and when it's not. He used to be so afraid of being average, regular, unimportant, that he would overcompensate. Overexaggerate. Overdramatize everything from himself to his creations.

Giraffes. Poisonous frogs. Rafflesias. Giant squid. All of those are Kibum's creations, bright and loud and painstakingly unique. His creations, his soul, screaming to be seen, to be heard, to be loved. Screaming that of course he knows what he's doing, of course they're exactly what he wants them to be, of course he doesn't need help, of course he's not barely clinging on to what self-esteem he has.

But now, he does think he knows what he's doing, what he wants to be. He knows how to ask for help and his self-esteem is thriving. Kibum thinks. He just can't be sure. Insecurity nags at him all the time, gnaws at his edges, mumbles that he's still trying too hard and his entire life is a lie and maybe it always will be and –

Until Jonghyun pops into his space, sits in front of him, crosses his legs, and smiles at him so that his eyes glitter behind his lashes. Reaches forward and cups his chin, brings him close, and brushes a soft kiss to his mouth. He picks up Kibum's latest creation and, examining it from all angles in his palm, says in a dismissive tone of voice that it could be flashier.

And it's that, the gentle teasing, the hint of a smile underneath Jonghyun's raised eyebrows, that gets Kibum every time. He rolls his eyes, taking the creation from Jonghyun and sending it out into existence without another thought. His confidence isn't faked; the extravagance of it has just become his comfort.

As for Jinki, he carries the weight of everything he's ever created on his shoulders. They're his creations – how can he not? Even after he releases them into existence and they gain free will, they still came from him. Everything they do is under his name. Every action, every choice, every thought.

So when they come to harm, he takes it as his personal responsibility. He feels the pain, he feels the guilt, he feels the anger, he feels the grief. He feels it all, heavy and crushing, from millions and millions, billions and billions. Jinki wants so much to take them back, scoop them off of the earth and into his hands, cradle them and coddle them, soothe them, reassure them that he won't let anything bad ever happen to them again. But he can't.

And if he can't comfort them, then he shouldn't waste his time comforting himself. It wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right. So instead he works, hard and long, never-ending, never letting himself rest. Creation after creation, conceived and released into existence one after the other. Jinki drowns out his pain, his longing, his thoughts, his emotions, his –

Until Jonghyun comes to him. Gently, with a hand on his shoulder, and then his elbow, and then his forearm, and then his wrist. He stills Jinki's rhythmic movements and brings him hurtling to a stop against the soft cushion of his smile. Jonghyun takes his latest creation out of his hand and places it with care away from him. Then, holding both of Jinki's hands in his and stepping close so they're trapped between their chests, he asks Jinki how he's feeling.

And Jinki, even though his mind is suddenly rushing, racing, twisting, relaxes into the warmth of his voice. For just a little while, he lets himself be still. He lets himself be held. He is worth more than what he can or can't do for others; he deserves compassion too.

And Jonghyun weaves between all of them, floating, soft, loving and being loved in and to infinity.

🌙Mare crisium - sea of crises

The sun is shining, the sky is a perfect cloudless blue, and the moon hangs in a pale circle above the buildings and streetlamps of downtown. The city bustles with life, people out enjoying the nice sunday morning shopping and cruising. Music plays invitingly from street vendors and open shop doors, the scents of food stalls and restaurants waft everywhere on the cool breeze, and the entire area bursts with color.

Junghee, Gwiboon, and Taeyeon add to the color as they walk down the street, each one of them decked out in pink, yellow, and blue respectively. From their dyed hair to their bright outfits to their tie-dyed sneakers, the three of them walking arm-in-arm are a flag of joy in an already joyous day. They've been hanging out since that morning and have just walked out of an ice cream shop, and the three of them smile and laugh together as they share each other's snacks. Even Roo is with them, trotting along happily at their side on her little puppy legs.

Junghee feels full to bursting with light and love. Nothing makes her happier than to be hanging out with her girlfriends on a beautiful day. Everything about this day is completely perfect.

And then the street in front of them blows up.

Chunks of concrete fly into the air, landing dangerously on cars and the sidewalks. Thankfully no one is hurt, but everyone sure is screaming, alarms blaring, shrapnel clattering, as a monster bursts into the open from underground. It has the body of a woman but the abdomen and legs of a beetle, shiny and segmented and skittering as it gets its footing and cackles evilly. ”Running is futile, puny humans!" it screeches. "Soon all of your energy will belong to the Negaverse!” From its abdomen, it sprays a hot blast of acid that explodes the street further ahead.

"Oh, come on ,” Taeyeon whines.

"Isn't that the bug scientist from the museum?” Gwiboon asks, frowning. “Why her? ”

"Gosh, not my fucking – my pink overalls, I just bought these!" Junghee wails in despair, looking down at her clothes. The force of the explosion made her jump so hard that she dropped her ice cream and now chocolate is splattered all down her front. “Like it wasn't enough to ruin my day, they had to ruin my outfit too?”

Roo hops up onto a mailbox next to them and sits up straight, her little puppy paws daintily settled in front of her. "No complaining, girls,” she chides. "Hurry and transform!”

For once, Junghee doesn't protest. While Taeyeon complains about still being hungry and Gwiboon continues to mutter under her breath about the Negaverse, she digs in her pocket and pulls out her wand. That monster is going to pay if she has anything to fucking say about it. Holding it high above her head, she announces, "moon prism power!”

The familiar sensation of magic courses through her, lifting her up off of the–

"Excuse me? What?”

"What?” Taemin is looking at Jonghyun with wide eyes and Jonghyun is looking right back. "I was just getting to the good part,” he pouts.

Taemin shields the sunshine from his eyes with his hand and squints accusingly at Jonghyun over the table in front of the ice cream parlor. "This is just Sailor Moon," he says.

"Yeah?” Jonghyun asks. He twirls his spoon in a questioning hand. “And?"

"You cannot tell me," Taemin says, "that some Italian dude like 500 years ago came up with the legend of Sailor –”

“Oh! No." Jonghyun laughs behind his hand, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstood. Galileo just came up with the theory that dark spots on the moon were oceans and gave them names. I didn't say he came up with all of the legends for them.”

“Oh.” Taemin physically relaxes, slouching in his chair. "Okay, that makes sense," he says. He twists to scan the sky for the pale moon. "So the lady that created Sailor Moon was inspired by one of the oceans?" he asks. "That’s –"

"No, I don't think so," Jonghyun hums. "I was just thinking about the sea of crisis and it made me think about Sailor Moon so I made up a story about it.”

Taemin hums, understanding, but halfway through, it pitches up to become a question instead. He whips around to face Jonghyun again. "What do you mean, you made up the story?" he asks.

"I mean I thought about it in my brain and then told it to you out of my mouth?" Jonghyun tilts his head like he's confused. "Why do you think the characters have our names?"

"Because – I thought –" Taemin leans fully forward in his chair, putting his ice cream down and his hands on the table. His entire face is scrunched up in distress and confusion. "I thought you were just taking the legends and changing the names to us for fun? Have you – have you been making up all of the legends?"

"Yeah," Jonghyun says, clearly baffled.

"That’s," Taemin says. He throws his hands up in the air. "Those are just stories then, they're not legends," he says. "They're not history."

"Legend doesn't have to mean history,” Jonghyun pouts. "Legend can also mean very well known."

"Who are these stories very well known by?" Taemin demands.

"Me,” Jonghyun smiles. He wiggles his shoulders, eyes sparkling behind his lashes.

“You–” Taemin stands up, inflating like he's full of a million words, and then it all leaves in a quiet chuckle. "You,” he says fondly. He reaches for Jonghyun, cups his face, and smeks a smooch onto his cheek. Jonghyun beams as he sits back down. "Can I be Sailor Mercury?” Taemin asks.

"You are,” Jonghyun grins.

"Hell yeah," Taemin says. "Can I say something annoying and then Key blushes because she hates me but she loves me?”

"Obviously,” Jonghyun smirks.

"Fuck yeah,” Taemin hisses.

☁️Mare nubium - sea of clouds

Stepping out of the captain's quarters and onto the deck of the Locket, Kibum takes in the conditions. Crew busy; direction southeast; wind gentle; temperature warm; humidity high; visibility 10 feet at best.

In a cloud. Just the way he likes it.

He walks to the starboard side of the ship and gazes out over the railing, holding onto the wood with both hands. Clouds swirl above, around, and most importantly, below them. The ship is completely surrounded. Above and to the right the clouds look a little brighter, a little yellower, and he figures that if the sun is over there then it has to be almost three in the afternoon. Kibum takes a deep breath, pushes his hand through his gelled black hair, fixes his eyepatch, and adjusts his collar. Then, annoyed at his own stalling, he looks down.

Straight down.

Nothing but clouds. Dense, puffy, misty white, blocking his view of the earth. Of mountains, of forests, of oceans, of whatever is lying miles beneath them. Kibum takes another deep breath, this one even more relaxed. It's always easier to deal with the height when he doesn't have to look at it.

The whizz of someone sliding down a rope, the thud of a landing on the deck, footsteps behind him, and then his favorite voice.

"Hey," Jonghyun drawls. He slides right up next to Kibum so their sides touch, their arms tangle. Jonghyun's thick and muscled next to Kibum's thin and lean, his skin sunkissed next to Kibum's delicate complexion, his body naturally hot next to Kibum's constant chill. His hand small and stocky holding onto Kibum's big palm and long fingers. When Kibum turns to look at him he's just the same as usual: ruggedly handsome with attractive shaggy black hair, gorgeous eyes, and a charming smile that–

"Are you going to describe yourself like this every time?” Taemin Interrupts Jonghyun mid-sentence. He takes a break from his cloudwatching to raise his eyebrows at Jonghyun next to him in the grass. Jonghyun is smirking up at moon in the sky, completely unashamed.

"Obviously," he says.

Taemin can't help but smile himself. Obviously.

A charming smile that, despite the sharp teeth, despite the hooked shape, despite the bitten lip, is soft around the edges. "Being brave?" Jonghyun asks. He bumps their shoulders together in a gentle sort of way that still has Kibum swaying to the side from the force.

Kibum sighs slowly through his nose. From anyone else, he would take that as sarcasm, teasing. But from Jonghyun? He can believe it. The intention behind it, anyway. "Being something," he mumbles back. He wouldn't call it brave that the only time he can look off of the edge of the ship is when he can't see anything.

Jonghyun tsks at him and Kibum knows that an encouraging reprimand is just on the tip of his tongue, but he's interrupted before he can say it. From behind them, they're both asked, "captains?"

"Yep?" Jonghyun replies, turning. Kibum turns with him to find a member of their glider scout squad back from patrol.

"Government ship heading our direction," they say.

Jonghyun blows a raspberry. Kibum purses his lips, annoyed in his own way. "Colors?" he asks. They're not technically fond of any government in these parts, but some of the governments haven't learned to be hostile towards them yet and Kibum isn't in any rush to give those ones a reason if he can avoid it.

"Orange and red," their scout replies. Kibum hums shortly. Might be worth causing some trouble after all. "Looks like supply, not force, though," they add. "Just basic guns."

"Just go around them," Jonghyun says. “Anything they're supplying this direction isn't dangerous."

He's right; they're in a war with one of their neighboring countries, but in the opposite direction. Away from the Locket , not towards it. Kibum nods, seconding Jonghyun's order.

"Captain,” the scout says, nodding to Jonghyun. Then, with a nod at Kibum, "other captain.” They turn and leave to relay orders. Kibum watches then go, frowning.

"I've been other captain for a week straight," he grumbles. Ever since he chewed the crew out about acting up and embarrassing him at the last port town.

"Don't be bitter because you're not the fun captain,” Jonghyun smirks. He leans in quick as lightning and steals a kiss on Kibum's cheek before Kibum can snap at him about that. He's plenty fun. He's fun all the time.

But now that he's been smooched, he guesses he doesn't care as much anymore. Jonghyun has that effect on him. The effect of comfort, security, of all around okayness.

Especially when, a moment later, Jonghyun hugs him from behind, his arms circling tight around his waist, his chin hooking over his shoulder. He's on his tiptoes to do it. His voice is soft, breathy, next to Kibum's ear. "We’ll trade places again soon," he reassures. "Don't think about it for now.”

Kibum lets the words wash over him, soothing the rest of the grumpiness out of him. He looks out at the clouds, letting them block his vision, and relaxes back into Jonghyun, letting him block his thoughts.

🌧Mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain

The skate park glows with late afternoon sunlight, soft oranges and yellows contrasting with harsh whites reflecting off of railings and boards as they flip through the air. Idle chatter mixes with rock music from a boombox over the constant drone of wheels on concrete. It's close enough to sunset that parents have taken most of the children home; the teenagers that remain are taking their new freedom as an opportunity to get a little rowdy. A little loud, a little dangerous. Not violent or anything, but still bold enough to huddle around one of the corners trying not to look suspicious as they cover for someone graffitiing the wall. What adults are left don't mind and leave them to their art.

Jonghyun and Taemin are two of those adults. Taemin is practicing a trick on a grind rail and Jonghyun is hanging out on top of the halfpipe trying to find a way to position his hands so that he can look at the moon without being blinded by the sun right next to it. Neither of them succeed, but after Taemin almost eats shit he skates his way up to sit next to Jonghyun and distracts him so it doesn't matter anyway.

He sits down so hard that their bodies jostle together, swings a sweaty arm around Jonghyun's shoulders, drops his board over both of their laps, and asks, "have you been coming up with all of these moon legends on the spot or do you think them up beforehand?"

Jonghyun traces the little J+T hidden in the artwork of Taemin's skateboard with a smile. "Both," he shrugs. "Some of them I've had for a while because I just like to think about them for fun. But some of them I've come up with in the moment."

"Neat," Taemin says. He leans all of his weight on Jonghyun until Jonghyun is giggling and propping them up with a hand on the cement. "Do you take requests?"

"Only from gremlins that I'm in love with,” Jonghyun says.

“Yo, that's me!" Taemin beams. "Tell me a moon story about me being super cool and badass.”

Taemin's performance is as show-stopping and jaw-dropping as usual. Backlit by the second sun of the asteroid belt, comets fill the sky with their icy streaks and Taemin dances between them. Jinki's voice flows over the performance, every beat and every note corresponding with a perfectly choreographed movement from Taemin's body. Flames blaze from their roller skates, red hair, and their hands as they skillfully jump and twist from comet to comet and grind hard on their tails. Sparks from their fire twinkle up into space; stardust from the comets rains down on their captive audience.

Jonghyun beams underneath his oxygen mask as he watches them. That's his friend up there. He knows that alien. He's sitting sidesaddle on his space cruiser on a smaller asteroid away from the main crowd. Key leans on the handlebars to his left and Minho is sitting against the back wheel on his right. He gave both of them a ride because they whined at him to, and because they wouldn't let him leave if he didn't, and because he guesses he's in love with both of them. It's not something he's really taken the time to face up to and admit to himself yet, but he knows it's there under the surface.

Key has been at his side ever since Jonghyun first met star and invited star to come along and explore the galaxy with him. They got along so well, the the two of them, always on each other's sides against the world, and it didn't take Jonghyun long at all to feel like Key knew him better than anyone. He's pretty sure it was inevitable that he would fall in love.

And as for Minho; he hasn't even seen Minho for a while. Minho took the one vacation with him and in the others and then he returned to his quiet space farm life. But every time Jonghyun comes back to this little asteroid belt in the middle of nowhere in the Solana galaxy he gets more and more excited to see Minho, more and more excited to play with his little cowboy hat and look at his space cows and listen to him talk in that deep, slow voice of his. The third or fourth time it happened Jonghyun could brush it off as platonic, but at this point he knows that it's romantic. Minho is just so tall and cute and kind.

"You’re such a fucking baby," he’s saying. “Wah wah wah, I got comet dust in my hair. It's a comet show, why did you want to come so bad if you didn't want to get dust on you?"

“Because I wanted to support my fucking friend,” Key snaps back. Where a smirk lives in Minho's voice, Key is all scowl. "And I don't remember inviting you to respond.”

"You invited me when you spoke to me.”

"I didn't speak to you , I spoke out loud. "

Jonghyun tunes them out as they continue to bicker over him. It’s not that he doesn't enjoy listening to them; it's entertaining, but sometimes he likes to let just their voices play in their ears and focus on other things.

He scuffs the asteroid dirt underneath his boot and watches it float up into space. A glitter of comet dust meets it in midair. Together, the ice and dirt from a tiny glob of mud that slowly wiggles back to the ground. Before it touches down, Jonghyun catches it on his finger. It's so cold that it's hot, stinging his skin, lighting the tiniest fire inside of him.

Wiping it on his pants, he looks straight up. Taemin passes right over them, whipping through a spin like he's a top, landing on two small comets hard enough to have them crumbling. The ice falls down over the three of them like a shower of stars. Each piece glitters, twinkles, sparkles. Each piece could contain its own galaxy. Jonghyun closes his eyes and lets them fall onto his face, each one a tiny burn of ice.

"Don't do that, you're going to ruin your hair.” Minho stands up, bringing Jonghyun's attention back to him. He reaches behind Jonghyun; there's the soft slap of a hand on a wrist and the familiar annoyed flutter of Key’s wings. Jonghyun can only assume that Minho is brushing comet dust out of Key’s hair.

"You are so naggy, all the time. Why don't you just fucking marry me.”

"You wish I wanted to marry you.”

“Oh, you wish I wish you want to marry me.”

Smiling, without opening his eyes, Jonghyun reaches out both hands. He links his arms through both of theirs, pulling them closer just because he wants to. Just because he loves them.

"The end," Jonghyun says dreamily. Taemin snorts.

"Got a little distracted, huh?" he asks. His tone is accusing, but it's obvious that he doesn't really mind.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun smiles. He reaches out and links his arm with Taemin's.

❄Mare frigoris - sea of cold

Jinki's first step onto the water is solid ice. Bad sign. He glances behind himself, looking over the dark beach and onto the boardwalk. Already, the houses glow with light in the night. Chimneys leave smoking trails that block out the sky in great stripes.

Jinki pulls his coat tighter around himself, sets his sights on the tiny, just barely visible shadow on the horizon, and starts walking.

The moon is empty tonight; he only has the light of the stars and the consistent drop of temperature to guide his way. Below him, the frozen sea reflects the sky and gives him a truly ethereal portrait of fish swimming in the stars. Farther and farther Jinki goes, bigger and bigger the fish get, deeper and deeper the ocean sinks, and all of it completely solid. He keeps going, colder and colder, until ice crystals are forming on his lashes, until he reaches the island.

And on the island, the home. Jinki jerks open the front door, breaking the ice around the frame. It clatters and tinkles on the floor as he steps inside. Navigating the home is as easy as navigating his own and he quickly finds his way to the bathroom where, like he expected, he finds the weather of the north.

Where he finds Jonghyun.

He's hunched over the sink, hands gripping the porcelain, facing himself in the mirror. His white hair is a mess around his head, his lips are bitten red, his cheeks and his nose flushed pink, his eyes bloodshot. Crystalline icy tears trickle down his face, drip off of his chin, and fall musically onto the tile floor. When Jinki appears in the mirror behind him, he straightens and turns around. Just the force of his attention is a wave of cold; Jinki holds his shivering arms open anyway.

Jonghyun's mouth trembles. He steps forward slowly, one step, two steps, three steps, and lets himself melt into Jinki's embrace. His arms go around Jinki's back and his chin hooks over his shoulder. Compared to the negative temperature seeping into the rest of the globe, Jonghyun is warm, hot, almost burning with his emotion. His fingers press bruises into Jinki's skin through his layers. Every breath of his is a sharp gasp and then a soft whimper next to Jinki's ear. Ice patters down Jinki's back and onto the floor behind him.

Jinki stays silent, patting his back gently, closing his eyes and letting Jonghyun feel his feelings. People will be arriving soon – others from the boardwalk and maybe farther, humans that only know of Jonghyun from myth and legend, humans that think themselves heroes for making the dangerous trek out to ask a favor of the god on the horizon, humans that will ask for help instead of offering it.

But Jinki is here for Jonghyun first and the world second. Everything second to Jonghyun, always.

Jonghyun takes his time. Hours, days, maybe a week pass before he calms down enough to pick his head up. Sniffling, swallowing, taking deep breaths, he pushes his forehead against Jinki's shoulder. His arms slide down until he's holding Jinki around the waist. His tears stop, for now.

Jinki pets his hair softly. "This will pass," he murmurs. "This won't be forever. You will feel joy again." and when Jonghyun looks up at him, shy, hesitant, small, skeptical, Jinki smiles. "I'll stay with you until you do,” he promises.

Back at the boardwalk, the waves begin to melt.

It's quiet after Jonghyun finishes his story. But not the same kind of quiet as it was before he started. Not comfortable, cozy, the two of them bundled up underneath a blanket on top of the heater and watching snow fall outside. Now the silence is heavy. Stressed. Awkward.

“Kind of a downer,” Taemin blurts. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he scrunches his face and thunks his head back against the couch behind him. Softly, so that Jonghyun doesn't notice.

"No," Jonghyun says defensively. "It was hopeful at the end." Slowly, with minimal movements so Taemin doesn't notice, he arranges himself underneath the blanket and chews on his thumbnail.

"Yeah, but, I meant," Taemin says. He hesitates, then shuffles an inch closer to Jonghyun. Their sides go from just touching to warmly pressed together. "You okay?" he asks.

Jonghyun doesn't answer immediately. He nibbles on his thumb, his fingers, his knuckles. He wipes his hand on the underside of the blanket and then curls it around Taemin's elbow. "Better now that I got the story out of me,” he mumbles.

Again, it's quiet. The heater turns off, the blanket deflating around their bodies, the temperature suddenly cold if only because of the sudden lack of extra heat. Without the hum of the vent, the silence becomes almost unbearable. "Do you want...,” Taemin starts. He chews on his bottom lip. "Would it help," he tries, "If I said those things to you? The next time you're feeling extra down?”

Jonghyun pushes his forehead into Taemin's shoulder. "Yeah," he says. "I think so."

"Okay,” Taemin says. He tilts his head to rest on top of Jonghyun's and they enjoy the silence together until outside, the icy clouds part just enough to show them the full moon.

🧚Mare vaporum - sea of vapours

They're coming. Jonghyun can sense them. Two humans making their way through faer forest. Through faer mist. Looking for faer moonlit clearing.

Looking for fae.

Fae lounges on the surface of faer lake, trailing the fingers of faer right hand through the water as fae sifts through faer mist with the other. Behind the swirling fog, fae can see shadows of trees and animals. In the fog, fae can see visions of the rest of the forest. The rushing waterfall, the wolf den, the ruins, the lost souls that never found their ways out.

The humans. Smiling, Jonghyun pulls the mist closer so fae can get a better look. One has long chestnut red hair and black clothes save for a bright green visor on his hood. He absentmindedly twirls his knives as he walks, the blades shifting and changing as he channels elemental magic through his fingers. Every so often he’ll catch a glimpse of something through the trees and start to make off for it before his companion grabs the back of his collar and drags him back.

That human is taller with bright red hair partially hidden underneath a wide-brimmed pointy hat. He's customized his long robes to have pants that allow him to walk comfortably over the uneven forest floor. He carries a mace comfortably in the hand that he isn't using to corral his companion. It looks light enough that Jonghyun is sure it's mostly used for magic, but still solid enough to get some good bashing in if it needs to.

Minho and Taemin, the mist whispers to fae. Jonghyun bites faer lip, excited. Fae does like humans. Fae hasn't had any for so long that fae can barely remember what they taste like.

Fae checks faer reflection in the water, making sure that faer blue hair is pretty and fluffed, faer skin is perfectly glittery and dewey, and faer four light blue wings are at their daintiest angles. Then all fae has to do is be patient.

The two of them find faer before long. Fae can hear their laughing and bickering voices coming closer and then suddenly coming to a stop as they see faer lake through faer mist.

Jonghyun gives them a moment to be in awe, then parts faer mist cloud by cloud until they have an unobstructed view of faer sitting directly in the center of the water. Slowly, fae stands, turns to face them, and smiles.

Taemin's mouth falls open. Minho swallows so loud fae can hear it.

All at once, fae speeds forward, wind howling and water splashing behind faer, until fae's right at the edge of the lake. Directly in front of them. Fae comes to a hard stop but lets the wind and the water rush passed faer and onto the humans. Fae flutters faer wings and faer eyelashes, smiling at them as they try to regain their composure, knuckles white on their weapons.

"Welcome,” fae says. "What wish do you have for me?"

“Uhhh,” Taemin says. He's blinking a mile a minute. His knives fall limp to his sides. His cheeks flush a vibrant pink.

"We, um,” Minho says. "We um. We wanted to, um. Uh.” His eyes are huge and wide and he takes his hat off, holding it with both hands in front of his chest.

Humans are so cute. Jonghyun blushes faerself, biting faer lip. It's been so long since fae's seen one, let alone two. Fae 's been getting lonely out here all on faer own in the forest.

"We don't, um, have a wish," Minho says. "We came to. Because we heard that. People kept coming to find you. To get a wish granted. And that you didn't like it. So we thought that we would, um. We could. We can offer you a spell."

"To keep people away from you,” Taemin adds.

Jonghyun's heart bounces in faer chest. That's so thoughtful. Of course fae can keep people away from faer with the twitch of a wing, but these humans obviously don't know that. Never has anyone else been so considerate of faer emotions before. Fae wonders, if fae accepts the spell, will it take long? Will the two humans have to stick around to cast it? Can fae convince them to stay a while longer as a thank you? Can fae convince them to come back –?

"I thought this was supposed to be a scary story?”

“Wuh?” Jonghyun takes his eyes off of the misty forest just off the edge of the road. Taemin doesn't take his eyes off of the winding road to the campsite. Between them, the radio plays static, Jonghyun's mp3 player sits unable to connect to Taemin's car, and Taemin's mp3 player sits unconnected because they forgot the cord at home.

"You said it would be scary," Taemin pouts. "How come fae's falling in love with them all of a sudden? What happened to eating them?”

"Uh,” Jonghyun says. "Oh," he says. "Oh yeah. I forgot." He bursts into giggles, hiding his eyes behind his hands. "Sorry. I got invested in the romance all of a sudden. You know I'm not good with scary." He giggles more; Taemin rolls his eyes. "I'll make faer eat them. Don't worry.” Jonghyun lightly slaps his own cheeks in a bracing sort of way.

"Well, hold on,” Taemin says. He taps hands quickly on the steering wheel. "I kind of like the humans now. I don't want them to get et." He's pouting again; Jonghyun chuckles, putting a hand on his thigh.

"I'll figure something out,” he says.

😌Mare serenitatis - sea of serenity

Taemin's breath shakes and so do his hands as he slides under the covers after getting up to pee for the fifth time this night. His body is covered in sweat but he shivers with cold at the same time. The noise he makes as he pushes his face into the pillow is pathetically sad.

Jonghyun ruffles his hair, murmuring soothing noises. There's never really much else that he can do when Taemin gets hit by one of these prolonged anxiety attacks like this. It just has to pass on its own, even if that means they're both still awake at 3 in the morning.

"I'm sorry," Taemin groans.

Jonghyun pulls the blankets up to his shoulders. "For what?"

"For keeping you up."

"It's okay," Jonghyun says. "I would be up anyway." He's always up with his insomnia. Taemin lifts his head from the pillow only to push his face into Jonghyun's bicep. His skin is clammy, his forehead hot. Jonghyun fixes his hair out of his face. "Want me to sing you something?" he asks. Sometimes that helps keep his mind occupied.

"Can you tell me a story?”

The words come out small and hesitant, embarrassed, but all Jonghyun does is reply, "a story about what?”

"About something safe," Taemin whispers.

It's dusk. Sunset has passed but night hasn't completely fallen yet. The sky is a gradient of vivid red and orange on the horizon, pale pink and yellow above head, and a muted blue turning navy creeping up from behind the house. Jonghyun is on the front porch letting the wind sway him in his rocking chair as he looks out at the beach.

Even though it's getting late the sand still crawls with people. They hurry to the water for one last swim, help each other pack up their umbrellas and towels, crowd around the beginnings of the weekly bonfire, or trudge up the steps onto the sidewalk. There they walk slowly, their hair frizzy and their cheeks pink from a long day in the sun. Cars of tourists drive past slowly to take in the view of the cliffs, the tide pools, the ocean.

Jonghyun isn't much interested in the view. Instead, he's watching one particular dot on the beach. It hangs around the small docks, cleaning up and storing away water skiing equipment on one of the boats with a couple of other figures. They stand around talking for a little longer, then part ways – the other people walk towards the steps to the parking lot and Jonghyun's person makes their way to one of the smaller dirt and rock pathways up the cliffs.

In just a few minutes, Kibum clambers into sight, glances up and down the street, and jogs across straight to the house.

Straight to Jonghyun.

“Bummie,” Jonghyun smiles. He holds out grabby hands all the way until Kibum walks up the front porch and takes them. The moment their fingers touch, solid and together, warmth floods through him. It starts from his heart and seeps through every single one of his nerves, comes out in his voice as he says, "hi. Did you have fun?"

“Ye,” Kibum smiles back. He leans down, smooches Jonghyun's temple, and heads inside the house. Jonghyun doesn't let his hands go until he's too far to keep their fingers locked together. Kibum leaves the door open behind him. Jonghyun can hear him inside: hopping into the shower, changing into his pajamas, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

He comes back outside and invites himself into Jonghyun's lap. Jonghyun holds him around the waist, resting his cheek against his chest. His heart beats steady and reassuring underneath his sweater.

And now that Jonghyun has one, he turns his attention from the beach to the corner down the street and waits for the other.

Between sips, Kibum tells him about his day. Jonghyun replies, laughs, kisses, offers details of his own day when asked. But never does he take his eyes off of the street corner. The sky darkens slowly, all of the color fading out like it's soaking into the ocean and leaving only dark blue and white stars behind. The street lamps flicker on and a few minutes later so does their porch light, bathing them in a soft orange glow. The moon peeks out from behind the pier.

And finally, finally, coming around the corner. Pink hair. A sleeveless hoodie and baggy shorts. A backpack over one arm and takeout bag over the other. A smile and a wave.

Right on time, Jinki comes back to them. Jonghyun waves his arm high over his head the entire time Jinki walks down the sidewalk, through the front yard, and up the porch steps. Then Jinki grabs his hand and wiggles it as gently as he’s smiling. "Hello hello," he says.

"Hey," Kibum hums. He takes Jinki's backpack off of his shoulder and tosses it into the house, then takes the takeout bag and puts it on the porch railing. "How was work?" he asks.

And while Jinki answers, Jonghyun pulls him close enough that he can get an arm around his hips and nuzzle his tummy. He guides Jinki's hand to the top of his head and practically melts when Jinki takes the hint and starts petting him. A wave of calm washes over him from his head to his –

A soft snore interrupts Jonghyun mid-sentence. Another follows soon after. Taemin's little hand, holding onto his bicep this entire time, falls slack down into the crook of his arm. Jonghyun smiles, pressing it against Taemin's hair in the darkness. He'll be waking up again in an hour, probably, but that's fine. Jonghyun will just pick up where he left off.

🍑Mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility

”Oooh.… ooouuuugh…. Woooooaaaaauuuunnnnnnghmhmmm….”

"Whiny baby. What is your problem?” Minho ducks his head into the bedroom after finally deciding that Jonghyun's dramatic wails for attention were too cute to keep ignoring. He finds the babe on his stomach in bed, completely nakey, whining into the pillows. As soon as he lays his eyes on Minho his facade breaks into a wide smile for just a second before he remembers that he’s being dramatic. He rolls over to his back and throws an arm over his eyes.

"I'm sooooo cute and sexy and lonely," he sighs. “And fuckable." He peeks at Minho from under his arm. "And unfucked,” he adds pointedly. "It’s been sooooooo long.”

Minho crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, eyebrows raised. Unsurprising but still unbelievable. "I literally fucked you last night," he says accusingly. He's a little hurt. He is very attentive to Jonghyun's horny needs and it's almost offensive that Jonghyun is pretending that he's not.

" One time,” Jonghyun grumbles. "Yesterday." And he has the audacity to pout about it. Minho shakes his head, laughing incredulously.

"You are such a spoiled brat,” he says.

“Ooh, I know,” Jonghyun says. He's smiling now, eyes glittering behind his lashes. He turns back to his stomach, raises his hips into the air, and wiggles them back and forth. "Don't you think I need someone to put me in my place?" he asks innocently.

Which is how, ten minutes later, Kibum walks in on Minho absolutely plowing a beaming Jonghyun into the pillows. "Y'all,” he says. He walks to the hamper and throws in his clothes, then hangs his towel over it. "I literally told you I was just going to take a quick shower. You couldn't wait?”

“Nuh uh,” Jonghyun says cheerfully. Kibum rolls his eyes. He doesn't know why he expected anything different.

"You showered before you came to have sex?" Minho frowns at him and he frowns back.

"I didn't want to be gross," he grumbles defensively. He's being polite for Jonghyun. Before Minho can hit him with a reply that will start an argument, he walks to the bed and clambers up on his knees. "Anyway," he says. He squishes Jonghyun's cute butt fondly, then sucks on his fingers for a second and slides them down to where Minho is fucking into him. "Make room," he orders. He bumps Minho with his hip and pushes his fingers inside of Jonghyun around his cock. "Let me get in there with you."

Jonghyun nuts instantly, cursing and growling, which is fine. What annoys Kibum is that Minho does too. He holds Jonghyun's hips tight and shivers, twitches, biting his lip hard and filling him up. "Come on, ” Kibum scowls.

Minho, panting and loopy, smacks his arm. "You can't just say that," he snaps. "You know I think it's really hot. What did you expect?"

"Yeah, well." Like Kibum is going to admit it was his fault to Minho of all people. "Move," he says. He takes advantage of Minho's temporary exhaustion to bump him out of the way. Gently, taking care with Jonghyun's oversensitive nerves, he plays with his hole, fingerfucks Minho's cum back into him before it can escape, and uses it to stroke his cock until he's all the way hard.

The absolutely desperate whimper that Jonghyun makes when he pushes his cock inside is music to his ears.

"Hey," Minho says. Kibum looks up; Minho is carefully bringing Jonghyun up onto his elbows and helping him suck his cock into his mouth. He holds his free hand up in the air over Jonghyun's back.

"Nice," Kibum grins, high-fiving him without hesitation.

Taemin pops his head into the room the moment their hands make contact. "Hey, you okay? Oh.” Relief floods through him as he realizes what's going on. They weren't sad noises or in danger noises; they were just sex noises. "We fuckin in here?" he asks brightly. He was playing video games, but he's not going to pass this up. "Hell yeah.” his shirt is over his head and he's bouncing onto the bed next to Kibum in a heartbeat. "You're looking very cute and fuckable," he tells Jonghyun, squishing his butt happily.

"I know," Jonghyun breathes back. He sounds so blissed out already that it makes Taemin's heart warm. Probably just nutted. Good for him.

"Gremlin," Kibum says. Taemin glances at him, pokes his side, smirks when he ducks away with a glare. "Fuck him with me," Kibum says, straightening up.

Taemin instantly gets hard. "Hell yeah," he says again. "I call not anchor."

"Not – fuck. Fine.” Kibum, grumbling, pulls out. Taemin, grinning, takes his place. Together with Minho, they help Jonghyun turn over and guide him into Kibum's lap. Taemin can't help but hold his face and kiss him as he sinks down on Kibum's cock, tasting his tongue and his booty and Minho's cum and all of the love that Jonghyun is feeling in this exact moment. It's Taemin's favorite part about kissing him during sex.

Once he's settled on top of Kibum and whining, begging for more already, Taemin lets him go for just long enough to look at his own dick and guide it inside. Then he's right back kissing him. First his mouth, and then when that gets too hard to focus on and fuck good at the same time, his neck.

Soon the only sounds are Jonghyun's happy noises, Kibum's murmured dirty talk, Minho's smiled praises, and Taemin's soft breaths.

And those are the same noises that Jinki hears when he gets home sometime later. Wearily throwing his jacket and work bag onto his kitchen chair, he follows the noises through the house until he comes upon the scene in the bedroom. Kibum is sat up against the pillows with Jonghyun's head in his lap, eagerly bobbing up and down on his cock. Minho and Taemin are both on their knees behind him, taking turns to fuck his cute little booty.

As Jinki watches, Taemin hisses, puts a hand between Jonghyun's shoulder blades, and fucks him down hard, nutting deep inside of him. Then he melts, barely managing to move out from between his legs until he flops perpendicular on top of his back. Face in the mattress, arms spread eagle, legs dangling off of the other side of the bed, he deflates. Kibum squishes his cheek and Minho takes the extra space to just sit down behind Jonghyun and start fingering him, but not before he notices Jinki in the doorway.

"Hi Jinki," he says happily.

Taemin picks his head up and blinks at him. "Jinkiiiiii, help," he whines.

"He's in a mood today." Kibum only turns his head to smile lazily at Jinki. Jonghyun doesn't even look at him; he gives him a three-fingered wave without getting off of Kibum's cock.

"I'm all nutted out," Taemin whines.

"We all are," Kibum adds.

"How was your day?" Minho asks.

Jinki closes his eyes and shakes his head, entirely in love with all four of them. Straightening up, he undoes his pants and walks to the bed. Looks like he has to come in and be the hero once again. "It was nice," he tells Minho, cupping his chin and smooching him. He bends over and kisses the back of Taemin's sweaty head too, then lets Kibum pull him forward for a third kiss, and then finally turns his focus to Jonghyun.

"Come here, little pretty slutty one,” he says, pulling him up by the shoulders. Kibum lets him go without a fight, Taemin slithers off grumbling, and Minho slides around to join them at the head of the bed. Jinki turns Jonghyun onto his back, looking down at his blissed-out, smiling face. He is entirely proud of himself and not even close to being tired yet. Jinki can't do much about the first thing and doesn't really want to, but he can definitely help with the second. Bending Jonghyun's legs up until he can hook them over his shoulders, he –

“There are so many different ways.”

"He – he's about to put me into a mating press, Taemin, don't interrupt. That's the best part."

"There are so many different ways you could have told me that you want to get gangbanged. And you choose to use the moon for your sick perversions."

"It's not about getting gangbanged! I wouldn't use the moon for just a gangbang. My sick perversion is I want to get bred."

"You– now you have a pregnancy kink? I've had that for like years and now that I'm not really into it anymore now suddenly you–"

"It's not a pregnancy kink? Gross. No pregnant. Only breed."

"And what happens after you get bred? You get preg – "

"No! Nothing happens! It's not real! The universe ceases to exist after I finish jerking off!”

“Oh my fucking god–"

🌕 Epilogue: the far side

It's summer again. They're outside again, at the park again, on the swings again. This time, though, they're sleepily waiting for the sunrise. Jonghyun had his insomnia, Taemin had a nightmare, and they figured that if they weren't going to sleep then they might as well go on a date. They grabbed a couple of oranges from someone's tree on the walk over and and the peels are littered in the grass around the swingset, vibrant against the pale morning palette. The only sounds are the occasional sniffle, the scuffs of their shoes against the play mat, and the birds chirping in the trees around the park.

When the sky is pink but the sun hasn't risen yet, Taemin points somewhere to the left and yawns, "moon."

"Hmm?” Jonghyun looks around, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. He looks around, leaning towards Taemin, squinting where he's pointing, and then he pouts. “Where?" he asks.

Taemin looks around too. He walks his swing closer to Jonghyun and his mouth pops open in understanding. "Come over to my side," he says, letting the swing pull him back. Jonghyun does with much mumbling and grumbling. Once he's there, though, and nothing is blocking his view of the moon anymore, he smiles. With one hand he points up at it and with the other hand he pushes Taemin gently. "Moon," he says.

“Moon,” Taemin repeats. "Can I have a moon story?" he asks. When Jonghyun puts his hand on the chain to push him again, he rests his cheek against it, keeping him there. "Space ocean story," he mumbles.

"Sure," Jonghyun chuckles. He looks all around the moon, his eyes darting from spot to spot, and then he frowns. "Actually,” he says, scratching the side of his head, "I think I'm all out of moon stories."

"Out?" Taemin pouts.

"I think –” Jonghyun points at the moon, tapping his finger on the air like he's counting. "Yeah," he confirms. "I've told you stories about all of the oceans up there."

Taemin grumbles, tapping his feet stubbornly on the ground. He turns his head just enough to brush his lips against Jonghyun's knuckles. "Aren’t there any on the other side?" he asks.

"The far side?" Jonghyun asks. Taemin mimics his correction in a baby voice; Jonghyun ignores it. "There are some," he says, "but they're all little and I don't remember their names unless I'm looking at them.”

“Mmm,” Taemin hums. "How long do we have to wait, then?”

"For what?”

"For the moon to rotate so you can see the others and remember.” Taemin spins a finger around in the air. Jonghyun grabs it, kisses it, pokes Taemin's cheek with it.

"Uh, forever,” he says. "We can't see the far side of the moon from here."

"Excuse me?” Taemin turns in the swing to frown up at Jonghyun. “But the moon rotates. I know some stuff about space." He huffs the words out, grumpy, and huffs again when Jonghyun laughs behind his hand. "You can't tell me that it doesn't –”

"No, it does,” Jonghyun says through his giggles. "It's just that, the moon spins on its axis at the same rate that it orbits around earth. So it always faces us.”

Taemin is silent for a moment, frowning. He squints at the moon, then at the ground. Arithmetic and equations float around his head. Then, finally, he says, "that’s fucked up."

"What do you mean!” Instantly Jonghyun is loud, on the defensive, hands on his hips. "It makes sense!”

Taemin thrusts his hand aggressively at the moon. "We shouldn't need a spaceship to see the moon's ass!" He snaps back. “What’s she hiding?”

"Don't,” Jonghyun starts. He's laughing already. "Don't call it the–”

“The ass of the moon, ” Taemin hisses. He's laughing too. Their joy echoes around the park, touching every blade of grass, filling every tiny drop of mist. Filling their lungs until Taemin is bent in half, his face in his hands, and Jonghyun is staggering to sit on the ground before he fully falls over.

He takes up the space between Taemin's legs, holding on to him, giggling into his knee. Together, they calm down. Taemin plants his feet firmly on the ground so he doesn't move and plays with Jonghyun's hair. Jonghyun closes his eyes, happily sleepy.

On the horizon, the sun creeps ever closer until the sky is a vibrant orange and the first beams start to shine over the buildings. "What about the craters?” Taemin asks after a while. "Do they have names? and stories?”

"Names, yeah," Jonghyun murmurs back. "I never came up with stories for them, though. And I don't remember the names. It's just more Latin.”

“Hm.” Taemin is quiet for a little while longer, then, "do they have names in other languages?”

"Probably."

"Can we make up names for them ourselves?”

Jonghyun opens his eyes again. He twists just enough to look at Taemin, resting his temple against his inner thigh. He smiles and Taemin blushes. "Why not?” he says. "And you can come up with the stories this time."

Blushing harder, staring determinedly at the moon, cupping Jonghyun's face and rubbing a thumb over his cheek, Taemin says, "we can come up with the stories together."

The sun comes rising gloriously over the horizon and neither of them notice.

Didn't want to deal with making all of these tags and they wouldn't fit anyway lmfao

🌕Prologue: the moon Jongtae; pg; 733w Did this to try and improve my sentence structure variety and describing locations and writing shorter pieces and maybe I forgot halfway through but it is a start and for once people will read my fantasy things so : )

🌩oceanus procellarum - ocean of storms jongho; storm chaser but in space au; pg; 638w originally i wanted to do like. they’re magic embodiments of storms and when they argue or bicker the storms get bigger and then there was going to be a soft part about them being in love and calm and serene and that was going to be the eye of the storm. and it was going to be real dramatic and artsy but like. the words weren't coming lmao. so i wrote this instead which i think is also nice but in a different way

💞mare cognitum - sea that has become known ot5; pg; kissie stuff; 439w hehe…… smoochie

🌹mare nectaris - sea of nectar onjongtae; garden spirit au; nc17; 644w i was going to make ferns nut golden to be like nectar but that was too much like piss :/ anyway i just think fern deserves being loopy and horny and uwu 5eva

🫂mare tranquillitatis - sea of tranquility onjongho; mages au; pg;949w looked up the difference between tranquility and serenity and apparently serenity is more of a still image and tranquility is more of an emotion and honestly who is better at emotional calmness than onjongho

💦mare humorum - sea of moisture jongtae; mermaid au; pg; 899w m o i s t i really hit myself right in the heart with this one lmao i think it's my favorite out of all of them

🌴mare insularum - sea of islands ot5; creationists au; pg; 1386w couldn't get the words to come out like i wanted them to but i like the concept of this one a lot?? they're just vibing and making things and doing their bests : )

🌙mare crisium - sea of crises jongtaekey; sailor moon au; pg; 984w remember when choi tricked jonghyun into singing the sailor moon theme song. icon. absolute legend. almost made this powerpuff girls instead but i wanted roo to be the talking puppy and also. moon

☁️mare nubium - sea of clouds jongkey; skyship au; pg; 869w i just think they're neat rebel vigilante types that go around bothering governments and disabling warships and providing aid to people : )

🌧mare imbrium - sea of showers/rain jongminkey; space slice of life au; pg; 1191w actually this one is kind of a sequel to something i wrote like years ago lmfao if i remember after author reveals i'll come back and link it

❄️mare frigoris - sea of cold jongyu; weather deities au; pg; 887w you know. he’s big and important and powerful and everything but that doesn't mean he can't be a little crybaby having a breakdown every once in a while. something something not religious but if you are maybe ask your dude/s (gender-neutral) if they're having a nice day

🧚mare vaporum - sea of vapors jong2min; lake fairy au; pg; 929w i think fae can have little a eating people. as a treat. and also maybe little a gay makeouts with traveling mages. also as a treat.

😌mare serenitatis - sea of serenity onjongkey; beach au; pg; 962w i just wanted to think of the nicest most calm and peaceful still image and also with the relief of both jinx and key coming home safe right on time : ) no anxiety just love

🍑mare fecunditatis - sea of fecundity/fertility ot5; horny lol; nc17; 1499 words hehehehehehehe. hoohoo. absolutely flooded with cum. good for him.

🌕epilogue: the far side jongtae; pg; 893w i just think they're neat. they're just little guys and they like each other a whole lot. i don't know if they're actually dating the other three??? probably if jong is making up gay little stories about them lmao??? either it’s poly ot5 or they're just really comfortable and close with their friends and don't mind snuggling and and kissing and doing the sex sometimes and being vulnerable but like in a platonic way. i like both and i'm a libra so i can't pick so whichever one you like better lol

also taem: what do you MEAN they're actually lava >:(

jong: it's lava from old volcanoes underneath the surface. Kind of boring. I used to think it was from when the moon used to be part of the Earth but--

taem: the moon was fucking WHAT??????????

#jongtae #jongho #jongkey #jongyu #jonghyun #kibum #jinki #taemin #minho #All of the other ships I'm not tagging lmao #pg #nc17 #fluff #fantasy #ydw #oneshot #drabble

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imagininggintama · 3 years

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If this is not too much trouble, can I request something for my birthday (June 5th)?

How would Gintoki celebrate his s/o birthday? 👉👈💕

I know you mentioned being in Italy, so I tried to queue this for a reasonable hour in your time, since I know it's probably night when I usually post. I hope it worked. 👉👈

Also, Happy Birthday 🎂! 😄💙

Everyone!!! Go wish @miiuutrash a happy birthday 💙

Also have this here, but totally forgot when I wrote xP

Gintoki Sakata

Okay, assuming you're close to Kagura (and let's be real, ANYONE who dates Gin should be 💙); he knows your birthday almost like the back of his hand.

She reminds him at least once a month, because she expects him to buy you a present. If she reminds him at least once a month from your last bday, it'll give him a chance to actually save some money... Right?

One would think, but that's not always the case...

This year was totally different though! He managed to resist sweets and Pachinko enough to get you what he thought was a great present!

But... When he entered where the party was... He almost didn't want you to see it.

Seeing as Princess Soyo and Kagura are best friends, when she heard how excited for your birthday Kagura was... She decided to throw the party! Although, she did let Kagura choose who was coming besides her and her brother, of course. (Matsudaira too, but aside from them Kagura went through you lol.)

It was so... So over the top and all the decorations alone made him feel like his present wasn't nearly good enough.

Just as he was going to try to hide the present, you found him and smiled. You took the box and put it with the other presents before dragging him to get some food.

As much as he wanted to sulk, he just couldn't. Everything was so much better when you were with him.

The two of you enjoyed in games and food, Gin yelling at Shinpachi for badly singing the birthday song, you laughing quietly

Cake was served and you couldn't help but shove some icing on his face, but he just pouted and kissed you... Icing face and all. 😂

He tensed when it came time to opening presents, but sat next to you anyway. He had hoped you'd somehow miss his or open it first so you wouldn't be disappointed... But you had already decided to open it last.

The present in question was a matching pair of stuffed animals. It was your favorite animal. One was the same color as your hair, your eye color, and feet prints in your favorite color. The other was white/silver with dull red eyes half closed, and feet prints in a light blue.

They both had collars that matched the color of the feet prints. The one with your hair color had a bow on it's ear that matched the collar, while the other had one on the front of the collar. Each had a tag that held your respective names on it, obviously matching the hair color. (How many times am I going to write color?)

A locket was on the collar of the one that was supposed to be you; a picture of the two of you inside and inscriped on the other half saying "together forever". He felt cheesy putting it, but it WAS supposed to show how he felt about you.

He almost wanted to shrink, since he could feel eyes on him. It wasn't the biggest, fanciest, or even most expensive... He just thought it would be something nice for you to be able to hug and remember he loved you.

Loved you enough to get two custom made stuffies!

You LOVED it!!! You showed them off to everyone and carried around the 'Gintoki' in your arms for the rest of the part.

It was fun and big and exciting, but your favorite part was spending time with Gin. Someone also snapped a picture of his adorable blushing face when you told him you loved the gift. That was, naturally, your new background on your phone.

He can't help but smile every single time he sees you snuggling with either of them. It warms his heart and he's taken a few pictures of you snuggling them in your sleep. 💙

#gintama #gintama imagines #gintama headcannons #gintama imagine #gintama headcanon #gintama headcannon #gintama headcanons #gintama scenarios #gintama scenario #reader insert #reader #x reader #text post #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #gintama gintoki #gintoki x reader

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aceforestnymph · 3 years

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can you tell us what it was like to be at dttm im so jealous

AAAAAAHH

thanks for the ask <3

and don't be jealous lol, I honestly wish you were there. I sometimes feel like I didn't deserve to be there bc I had only been listening to them for a month before dttm happened and I didn't even knew the lyrics well enough haha XD it was pure luck that I managed to get my hands on two tickets before they were sold out for good. I dragged my best friend with me, poor Theo had no idea what I was getting her into kdbhcuyevksndjk

we went to the Saturday gig. when we got there, there was already a pretty big queue at the entrance and by the time we were allowed to go in, it doubled. So many people, lots of them dressed steampunk or something similar. they looked FANTASTIC and very gender goals tbh

when we got in, the very nice person that was checking our tickets told us to each take one of these free cute little aurora pins

my most valued possession :')

and then I dragged myself from the merch table and past jonny d'ville who was just casually chatting with some fans (like one does), until I got almost in front, near the left side of the stage,from where, I later found out, I had an excellent view of gunpowder tim (and he's even prettier irl!)

the Saturday gig was very similar to the Sunday one so there's no point describing it since you can find the Sunday one on yt aaaaand also you can watch a good chunk of the Saturday one here (to whoever took those photos and videos, I owe them my life! cuz I was too mesmerised to do anything and whatever imgs or vids my friend managed to take are blurry af lmao )

one of my favorite moments was in the break after tbi when jonny said that he had an album (either hnoc or udad I don't remember exactly) dedicated to someone (who's name, of course, I forgot) but the album never managed to get to them, so he asked if there's someone in the crowd named [REDACTED] (my brain helpfully supplies) and someone from the audience actually answered and said that's their name and they got the album with the dedication for free which was a very nice little thing imho :]

also the technical difficulties at the beginning of Terminus were real fun ncjskjsbfjsk

and again in the break after tbi when everyone was busy talking to each other and raphaella was in a corner putting on her new magnificent electric wings, helped by ivy and the toy soldier (iirc) like ok queen 👀😳❤️ wig. it looked like a baroque painting

I loved the second part when they did songs from different albums. Hellfire owns my soul. and so does Underworld Blues and Rose Red

I regret not taking any photos or videos myself and not buying a dttm poster :/

but at least I got a copy of every album they had available so there's that :p

❤️💙🧡🖤

#ask #the mechanisms #this took too long to answer oops sorry lol #I can't believe dttm was in January THIS YEAR #wtfff #I have aged a decade since January #I even found my first white hair when I looked in the mirror this morning jfjdhjs

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todourouki · 4 years

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Misery Business | K. Bakugou

a one shot

✰ SUMMARY the one where you didn’t mean to take the hothead away from his girlfriend, but you did anyway. It was nothing personal, you just knew that Bakugou Katsuki deserved way better than what he was settling for.

PAIRING Taken/Pro-Hero!Bakugou & Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT 4.6K

WARNINGS explicit language, mentions of cheating, cheating lol, suggestive language, angst, and some fluff at the end bc I cannot end my fics in a bad way I am weak sorry!

You were not a home wrecker.

At least, you wouldn’t say that to your own face.

You knew that the crush you had on Bakugou was wrong. You know that no matter how it is that you put it, or however strong your feelings are, or even however long you’ve even had feelings— liking a guy in a relationship was a huge no-no.

You weren’t the kind of girl to go around liking a girl’s boyfriend, though. It’s not like your feelings magically appeared out of thin air and now you’re stuck falling inlove with a guy that finds solitude in someone else— no, you aren’t like that.

Your feelings for Bakugou are much more complex, to say the least.

It all started in high school, when just the mere thought of the boy brought butterflies to your stomach with how strong and courageous he was. From his attractive face, to his blunt and explosive personality, you always found yourself admiring him when given the chance.

All of that went to shit when he decided to finally give one of the girls that were always fawning over him a chance during the beginning of your third year attending Yuuei Academy.

It was like you had gotten punched in the face, and now it feels like you’re just purposely getting stabbing in the heart every time you did as much as look at them.

That definitely explains why you’re sulking at your table during a school dance with a scowl on your face so you don’t have to see the happy couple waltz around the cafeteria floor.

All the top Pro-Heroes were assigned to attend the dance as academy alumni in order to ensure the safety of the students (as well as make sure students even decided to show up). You, being one of the top five heroes, were ordered to show up with no complaints.

The song currently playing finally changed from a low-tempo song to a much higher one, and with that, you decided to make that your imaginary queue to take a walk around the school’s building before returning to the large decorated area.

Your heel-clad feet dragged you all the way across the gymnasium, sending kids smiles if they were in your way and simply telling them that you were “getting some fresh air before the real fun starts.”

The doors slammed shut, and the solitude of the hallways engulfed in dark hues reflected against your strained eyes in a way that made you have to physically restrain your hand from harshly rubbing at it in order to make sure your make up stood intact.

The halls reminded you of a younger you (and by younger, you mean two years. you’re only 20 and already have the mind of some old hag) that used to run through these halls with a mini little green skirt and an imagination you wish you could still understand.

They also reminded you of the blond boy inside. Especially the room you stood in front of right now.

Almost as if it was second nature, your body made its way to Class 1-A: the place where it all began, the place where you met your closest friends, and the place where you fell inlove.

Opening the door, the lights turned on to reveal a classroom almost identical to the one you walked into every day four years ago. The desks were positioned the same, the posters remained in the same spot, and even the words on the chalkboard seemed oddly familiar.

The room reeked of new paint and textbook papers, and the only thing you really wanted to smell was the designer perfume clinging helplessly to your body so the odors of a high school class don’t even think twice about sticking to you.

Your body walked towards your old desk, Seat 12, the dress you wore clinging to your body as you pulled the chair out and nostalgically sat down. You were a first year all over again, and the thought made you laugh.

You looked embarrassing your first year— as embarrassing as someone who looks like you now can get. From the hideously overheated hair, to the emo phase you still seemed to sort of be stuck in, the world seemed too easy no matter what bullshit was going on the minute you sat down at that desk.

That explained how you felt now— no matter how much your heart yearned to be in the hands of Bakugou, the minute the cold sturdiness of the chair touched your warm body, all of that disappeared. For once, nothing in the world mattered. More precisely, Bakugou didn’t matter.

“Tch, I knew you’d be in here.” Annnddd there goes that.

Your eyes widened, now staring at a smirking blond wearing a black and white tux instead of the chalkboard you once zoned out on.

His arms were crossed against his muscular chest, and the muscles outlined the button up shirt in a way that should just be downright illegal. His face was gleaming with mischief, slowly walking his way over to the empty desk directly next to yours, taking a seat, and positioning his body in a lazy manner with his legs propped up against the table. Just like before.

“You know, this brings back a lot of shitty memories.” He grunted, stretching his arms behind his head and lolling his head to face you.

You nodded in response, glancing your head up to look at the lights in a way to move the gears in your brain to say something. Literally the same thing you used to do during Midnight’s long, tedious classes.

“Yea, a bunch of ones I’d much rather forget.” You said, looking over at him and watching as his eyes stared directly at the window you always found him staring out of when he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone in class.

“Always hearing your annoying ass mumble and suck your teeth used to really piss me off.” His words were masked with seriousness, trying to hide the playful smirk on his lips you identified much too quickly. With that, a scoff left your lips and you crossed your arms.

“Nobody said anything about the pencil you insisted on tapping for hours straight.” Your jab back made him chuckle, looking back at you with vermillion eyes that made you lose all sense of feelings.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you always forgot what it was like to look at anything before you looked into his eyes. That’s how scary it was— how intimidating it was to be under his presence. His eyes captured you, holding you hostage and probably never letting you go.

“At least we didn’t sit next to each other during our third year,” he began, placing a hand loosely around his tie as he continued to look at you in your eyes, “I don’t think I would have ever focused with the humming you did to the same damn song every day.”

“Yeah, instead of me though, you ended up sitting with your future wife.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.

It was like word vomit, the snarky tone slipping through your lips as if it was trying its hardest to come off in a jokingly manner, only ending up appearing as sarcastic as possible. It was like the words fell from your tongue quicker than you could punch your own esophagus.

Bakugou stood quiet for a moment, staring at you and knitting his eyebrows together as if deep in thought. Your eyes ended up leading you back to the words Relief Fund written messily against the green chalkboard to save your embarrassment.

You didn’t see the frown itching across Bakugou’s lips.

“We aren’t married, ya know. I don’t know why people decided to start that rumor.” He said, a sigh passing by his lips to quiet his tone as if he was scared his girlfriend was around to hear it.

“Might as well marry her. You’re not really the kind of guy that dates just to date.” Your words struck hesitantly in the room in a timid yet informative voice, and Bakugou watched the board as well so that you were both avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Yeah well I’m not sure, marriage is a big deal.” Bakugou was muttering, and the tone of his voice made you crane your neck over to where he was seated as you stood quiet.

What were you, someone who was basically inlove with him, supposed to say that?

You both stood in silence for a few seconds, the words in your throat itching to escape as the remnants of memories you both had both in class and just together in general filled your vision.

“I always hated this seat because I knew it meant that I would always be the person you would argue with.” You began, closing your eyes and releasing a strained scoff from your glossed lips.

You didn’t know what you were doing, or what you were talking about, but as the moon danced across the pale boy’s face and the music in the cafeteria continued to gently ring through the halls, the only thing you were thinking about doing was speaking more than you ever have.

“Morning after morning, I grew used to your loud voice and extremely hostile—” “HAH? I was NOT—”

You sent him a glare, immediately cutting him off and proceeding your weird speech that just couldn’t let anything go.

“Anyways, morning after morning, I ended up looking forward to the words you decided to call me and yell at me about for the day. It’s like, if it didn’t happen,” your arms moved in an animated way, catching Katsuki’s full attention as he looked on to your rant, “I felt like my day wasn’t really an actual day, ya know?

The one thing you loved appreciated most about Bakugou was his ability to listen. And when you say listen, you mean just listen. His ears were perked up in your direction, shoes turned towards you and eyes watching your movements like a hawk.

“And then—” you gulped, pausing for a second in order to think your words though. It was always now or never to you, the drama giving you a sense of hope against a man like that.

It’s either I bring it up now, or I never get to speak my peace, and I refuse to be one of those people showing up to the wedding yelling ‘I oppose.’

“And then it was here that I realized I was the biggest idiot alive by feeling the way I felt about this one person.” You said, eyes glaring at the wall in front of you blankly as you cowered behind the whisps of your lashes.

Bakugou said nothing, but from the corner of you eye, you could see him staring at the side of your face with an expression you had never really see on him.

“I spent years pining after some dumbass that didn’t even see the genuine interest I had in him.” Your words were like alcohol, and Bakugou was too busy drinking them all in to fully acknowledge what you were talking about.

“I watched him give in to this one girl though,” a lightbulb when off in the boy’s head and for once, he felt like the idiot in the room, “a girl that doesn’t even care for him.”

“Y/N..” Bakugou growled, almost as if he was threatening you and warning you to tread on light waters.

If there was one thing he ever respected about you though, it was that you were never scared of him.

Your eyes snapped towards him, a scowl on your face as you began to feel anger bubbling up in your stomach from the way he tried to shut you up. You were finally speaking your peace and he’s too much of a coward to let you finish?

“You know, I thought the first red flag of her trying to change his attitude was enough. I thought that maybe, just maybe, after her telling him that being number one hero wasn’t really tangible, he’d have some common fucking sense and see what everyone else sees.” Your words were like venom, your eyes not leaving his as you huffed in your seat.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Bakugou’s voice was low and angry, laced with anger as he stared at you just as intensely as you stared at him. Your expression never faltered, and instead, you turned your entire body around in the chair to fully face him with arms across your chest.

“I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” you taunted, your anger only rising in value, “and so the fuck do you, Bakugou.”

“You know she doesn’t give a fuck about you and you know very fucking well she’s only with you because you’re Bakugou Katsuki!”

His name slipping off your tongue brought shivers to his spine as he sat up in his seat and glared at you with the tip of his ears painting themselves a light red hue.

He was angry— not necessarily at you, but at the fact that he was getting called out for something like this. He was getting called out for finally being with a girl and was getting shit for it from someone he saw as a best friend.

“You don’t know shit— you don’t even fucking know her.” His voice began to get louder, the bass in his voice causing your heart to vibrate as you shocked both you and him by slamming a hand against the desk in frustration.

“For God’s sake, Katsuki open your fucking eyes!” You only used his first name when your emotions were high, and that made the man’s hands shake in anger as he watched your outburst.

“She forgot your anniversary! She doesn’t make you your favorite food— fuck she doesn’t even kiss you unless there’s a shitty camera around!” You stood up, stomping your feet and watching as he stood up quickly after you and scowled over at your angry face.

“She doesn’t care enough to remember shit that you don’t like which is why you always end up at stupid shit like this and she doesn’t even care to meet your friends!” Your voice was now loud, the music of the cafeteria being long forgotten as you huffed over at him and slammed a finger into his chest at every syllable you spoke.

“You want to know what I think about her, Bakugou? Bestfriend to bestfriend?” The words bestfriend seethed through your lips like venom as your finger dug itself into the middle of his pecks. He said nothing, waiting for you to continue as his hands balled into fists along his sides.

“I think that you’re such a fucking pussy, you can’t fathom being with someone who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on the way she does.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at his angry expression as you took a step closer to him threateningly.

“I think you hate the fact that I’m right— the fact that she blatantly uses you and doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you hate the fact that I know you so well enough to know that—”

Before the last few letters of the words could slip through your lips, a warm hand slammed against your fingers and snatched it into his grasp as he began to huff in anger. The caramel smell only increased, and you could sense his quirk begin to flare the abnormal heat in his hands up every second.

“You don’t know shit,” he growled, his voice raising as he began to yell at you in your face, “you don’t know shit about me!”

“Are you shitting me?!” You exclaimed, grabbing at the hand that grasped yours with a grip so tight Bakugou had to glance at it quickly before reverting his eyes back to yours.

“I’ve known every little fucking thing about you since we were fifteen!” You yelled, tears threatening to spill down your eyes as the anger inside you finally erupted in a way you couldn’t control.

“Nobody asked you to be so invested in my fucking life anyway!” He retaliated, his voice booming through the room as you stared at him incredulously.

“I was so fucking invested in you because I’m fucking inlove with you, you idiot!”

Your voice silenced the room, the grip he had on your hand tightening as he stared at you with shocked eyes yet the same familiar scowl you were used to. Your expression never faltered the way his eyes did when he heard you, though. You stood your ground.

“It’s so annoying seeing the guy you are inlove with be so unhappy in a relationship because he feels as if he has no one else.” Your voice began to quiet down, a tear slipping down your eye as Bakugou watched you with a slightly softened face.

The hand gripping yours loosened a bit, still gripping it to his chest as he wrapped all his fingers around your bracelet covered wrist.

“It’s so annoying watching you try to force someone else to fall inlove with you, when I’ve been inlove with you for free for years. It hurts watching you try to force yourself to be inlove with a girl you know you don’t want to be with. It just fucking hurts Bakugou, so fucking bad.”

There was a crack in your voice that Bakugou knew all too well from the restless nights you’d spend together, and it didn’t take much for him to engulf your frame into a tight hug as he rested his head against yours. You dived into his chest, the familiar warmth wrapping around you in a way that made a few more tears slip from your eyes. You didn’t make a noise, but he knew that you were hurting.

Neither of you said anything, only holding each other until you removed yourself from him and wiped the tears off your face before he could see the evident streams marking your cheeks. He stared at you silently, as if he was contemplating something.

With timid eyes, he watched you fix the straps of your dress to find something to play with under his gaze. The silence was deafening, and was an unusual characteristic for the boy who always had something to say.

“You know she hates me, that’s why you never bring her around me.” You said, a tone of blankness carrying your voice through the room as your tears dried up and was replaced by the anger haunting your heart once again.

“No she doesn’t, she just feels like we’re too close.” Bakugou retorted, sighing and taking a seat on the chair he once occupied. You followed suit, leaning against the back of your own seat as you faced his body.

“Back in high school, I never told you this, but her and I argued in the bathroom once.” You informed, dryly chuckling as you watched his face contort with confusion.

“I told her that her pretty little face and fucked up manipulation wasn’t going to keep you around in the long run.” You stood quiet after letting him know, gulping some saliva down as you averted your gaze from his body to your painted nails. “Guess I was wrong.”

Bakugou didn’t know what to do. There were many things the man was capable of: he could destroy any villain in his way, was braver than any other fucking half assed hero out there, was smart as fuck, and could manage a relationship as well as being a top pro-hero because that’s just who he was.

What he couldn’t do, though, was fully digest the situation in front of him.

He bit his lip, running a hand across his face in frustration and staring meekly at your face. You couldn’t help but admire his frame as you did before. He was strong, well-built, smelled good, had great posture— there was nothing wrong with him. It was almost surreal.

“We’ve been dating for like two years.” Bakugou’s low voice broke the silence as he stared deep into your now glazed over eyes. You didn’t break the contact, hands rested against each side of the seat as you watched him speak.

“I’ve been dating her for two years and yet...” His words were lost, almost sounding as if he was hesitating the very same way you were earlier. You said nothing though, knowing he would stop expressing himself if you had opened your mouth.

“And yet I can’t help but imagine she was someone else.”

It was like every word he said was the last glass of water, and you drank it up against your skin in a way that brought goosebumps to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, silently signaling for him to continue.

“I never told you this,” he mocked your voice, his scowl still resting against his soft face, “but there was a time where I thought about what it would be like if we were a shitty thing.”

Everyone always assumed Bakugou and you would end up together. Whether it be from watching you both pin are each other relentlessly, to watching you fawn over him, and from just watching your interactions with one another— it almost seemed destined for you two to work out. Keyword: almost.

“Shitty Hair and Dunce-Face tell me all the fucking time that I’m an idiot for choosing this girl over you.” He scoffed, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tingle at the use of the name ‘this girl’ for his own girlfriend. “It’s not like I wanted to, you were always my first option.”

You stood quiet. The last sentence was lower than the others and sounded way more vulnerable. You couldn’t help but gape at him, repeating it in your brain as if they was the last words you’d ever hear again. You were always my first option.

Maybe it was the buzz you felt from the energy within the room, maybe you were drunk on adrenaline, or maybe you were just being a fucking dumbass, but the way your feet moved you from your seat to the desk he was sitting at was something you just couldn’t stop in time.

Bakugou hasn’t said anything beyond what he just finished as he watched you gently push his body away and hop up onto the desk. Your body was now inches away from his as you watched him shyly. You were always so obnoxiously close to him, so why is it that his stomach was throwing fireballs at his insides now?

“You deserve better, Katsu..” You lowly began, fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you glanced over at his body through your dark eyelashes. ��Does she take care of you?”

Your words hit him in the chest and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away from you. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how you were doing it, but he was entranced by your every word and it was scaring the shit out of him. He found himself shaking his head, eyes never leaving yours as the scowl in his face began to soften.

“You’re a strong man, Katsu,” the way his nickname slipped from your lips nearly made him melt, the unfamiliar feelings he was so used to suppressing caused his head to jumble around and process your words, “you need someone who takes care of you the right way.”

You watched him, a hand lifting towards his head and running itself through his soft yet spikey hair. Bakugou always claimed he hated it when you played with his hair since that was something he thought no one was close enough to be able to touch, but he always seemed to lean into you unknowingly.

His chair scooted closer to the table, your legs now in between his lazily opened ones and his body aching to go closer into your touch.

“What are you suggesting?” His dark voice questioned, eyes staring at you as the once softened expression transformed into another of a slowly rising mischievous smirk. You were sure you were breathing earlier, but now? Not so much.

“Are you suggesting that I need someone else to take care of me?” His words hit you hard, your body facing whiplash from all the sudden changes of emotion.

You looked down shyly, trying to find the confidence you once had that was now lost in the gush of your flustered moment, yet Bakugou’s calloused, warm hand then reached up to your chin to perk it up to face his now standing body.

“Are you saying that you should be the one taking care of me?” He asked, staring at your eyes with more intensity than you were fully even prepared for. Your eyes dug into his as the feeling of his hands on your chin caused your brain to short circuit for a moment.

“You said it yourself, I’m a strong man.” You could feel the confidence drip from his words as you bit your left cheek to keep from whimpering at the intensity laced within the empty classroom. “I need someone to take care of me the right way, and I don’t think this girl is doing it Y/N.”

The use of your name caused you to tug your bottom lip between your teeth and blush behind his words. You didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly zipped from your eyes to your mouth, and back to your eyes once again. His body was now towering over your seated one, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world at this moment.

Bakugou was out of it, to say the least. Usually he felt as if he had control over situations like this, but even with towering over your frame and his hand gripping your chin, he felt as if you were in complete control of the situation. He knew that his current girlfriend was probably coming to look for him, and he knew that everything was inevitable and he was simply just prolonging it.

That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across your neck to grip the back of it and pull your face in towards him.

A kiss was the last thing you were expecting, and you would have gasped if his lips weren’t putting you in such a trance. It was like everything had stopped, time stopped, the dance stopped, everything was just on a hiatus.

His tongue danced against yours in a way that made you whimper lowly into his touch. His hands explored your body, rubbing against you in exasperated motions as you reciprocated by rubbing your hands across his chest, shoulders, and waist. It was like you were both doing the last thing you’d do before the world came to an end.

His lips moved feverishly across your own as tilted your head upwards to get a more comfortable position. A warm yet equally rough hand snaked it’s way back onto your neck and gripped your throat with such possession, you felt a tingle reach your lower half.

The intensity of the make out was one that put every other sound to shame as the room was filled with nothing but the small whimpers coming from either of you and the sound of your lips smacking against his. It was like a dream, and Bakugou couldn’t control himself any longer as he groaned into your touch.

It wasn’t until a gasp broke the seductive silence within the room, as well as pushed the two of you apart only to see his girlfriend staring at the two of you with wide eyes and a fizzy drink in both of her hands., that you realized something.

Shit just got really fucking complicated.

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12 Days of Christmas - Day Four

Based on the prompt: “I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate”

a/n: so apparently I forgot to queue this one up and just realized it when I got off work lol oops here you go also this is my first time writing elriel so I hope you like it!

The True Meaning of Christmas

Azriel was ready to come home and just relax. The weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas were always crazy at his job, filled with people trying to catch up from taking time off for Thanksgiving and people trying to get ahead in order to take time off for Christmas to spend time with their families. Azriel had no real need to take time off for either holiday so he kept going as usual, but the constant flurry of activity in and out of his office was exhausting.

It was Friday night, and he was beyond ready for the weekend. He’d already ordered a bunch of Chinese food as he left the office - at least enough for 3 or 4 people even though it was just him in his apartment - and he had plenty of beer in the fridge. It was looking like he was all set for a perfect weekend of doing absolutely nothing.

He’d just gotten settled in on his couch with a beer in his hand when a knock sounded at his door. He stood, puzzled. It was too soon for it to be the Chinese delivery person, and his brothers were busy this weekend, so he had no idea who was at his door.

He opened it hesitantly to find his neighbor Elain standing in front of him with a huge box in her arms.

Elain lived in the apartment immediately next to him, and she was the only one of his neighbors he’d met in the three months since he moved into the building. She’d come by and introduced himself a few days after he’d moved in and had offered to show him the best coffee place in the city, and overall he really liked her. He didn’t know a lot about her, but he knew she was kind, and sweet, and generous. She was like sunshine personified and he basked in her warmth every chance he got.

“Hey Elain, what’s up with the box?”

Elain shifted the box slightly so she could see him better, and when she did he saw the slightly embarrassed smile she had on her face. “Okay I know you said you don’t decorate for Christmas but I love Christmas and I can’t stand the idea of you being here by yourself and having no Christmas decorations.” She set the box down as she spoke, obviously unsure of what his response would be. “Pleaseeeee let me decorate? It won’t be over the top or tacky I swear. I’ll make sure nothing is in the way too, I just want you to have at least some holiday decorations in your apartment. Nobody should have an undecorated apartment at Christmas.”

Azriel was torn. On the one hand, he didn’t really care that much about Christmas. It wasn’t something he particularly hated, but he didn’t really enjoy it either. On the other hand, it was almost impossible to deny Elain anything when she looked at him like that. She was just too adorable with her big brown eyes and pleading, innocent face.

Azriel huffed a laugh, opening the door wider and grabbing the box from the floor. “Alright, fine. You win.”

Yay! Thank you Azriel!” She bounced past him and kissed his cheek as she went.

Azriel stood frozen for a moment, watching the bubbly woman flit around his apartment and wondered if he was going to regret this.

He then spent the next 3 hours watching his apartment slowly transform into one where it was possible the person living in it liked Christmas. As promised, none of it was tacky, but between a small tree on an end table, a wreath on his door, mistletoe in the doorway to his kitchen, and a few other minor additions, he was surprised to say that he actually didn’t mind the decorations, and almost was starting to like it. But that could also be because of the woman who’d put them there.

Elain was a force of nature when she planned. Most of the time Azriel just watched her work, too scared of messing her up to try and assist. They talked easily as she worked, sharing little pieces of themselves, and laughed over the Chinese food they shared when it arrived about half an hour after Elain did.

Long after Elain left, Azriel sat on his couch looking at his newly decorated apartment, thinking about her. The more he thought about her, the more he realized that he could learn to love Christmas after all.

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The Powers that don’t

💜I got a special request for a longer fic in my inbox a couple weeks ago and I’ve been working on it for a bit!💜

Pairing: Spike x fem!reader

Request: Imagine: The watcher's Council had found a young woman in a graveyard one night (from the year 2020) Giles was called by the council To look after the young woman while they figure out how she came to be. While fighting along side Buffy and the gang, Spike is crying over Drusilla leaving him as Spike encountered with the young woman takes a very happy turn. Oh personally: Laid back, kind, charming, sweet and sarcastic

Warning: Mention of covid-19. Blood mention. Spike kills people (not described graphically). Siring.

Requested by: @everlastingartist - hope this is okay love 💜🖤

A/N: Snapshots of your growing relationship with Spike. Time moves on pretty fast, I didn’t want to split this one up into parts but I suppose I usually move time on in my ficlets so you should be used to that by now if you follow my writing lol. There’s an extra gif (as a treat) in the middle to split it up! I had a blast with this one! (WC: 5k)

You were waiting in the queue to get into the supermarket, having to wait two metres behind those queueing in front of you. It was a normal day, that was until you blinked. This is how you found yourself in a graveyard. In the middle of the night.

“What the-” you looked around, confused. The mask over your mouth muffling your words as you spoke. You were sort of laid-back, even with this - being dropped into somewhere so clearly not where you were meant to be - you adjusted quickly. You had been in the supermarket queueing apart from the rest of the customers and now you were in a graveyard in what appeared to be the middle of the night.

“Now!” A stuffy looking man with a very British accent called, pointing towards you .A young woman tackled you to the ground. On instinct, that you weren’t aware you possessed until now, you blocked her blows and pushed her off you, panting hard. Eyes widened as she felt you were human. She got up, helping you up.

“Uh, Ow” You muttered, “So, hi, sorry to bother you - do you know where I am?”

“London, England” He enunciated the words, clearly proud of the place they were in.

“Great. How about when I am?” You ask, eyeing the girls choice in outfit. You were all for individual style but something about it made you feel as if you had been dropped straight into the 90s.

“1998, of course” They confirmed your suspicion. The pair frowned at you and then at each other.

“Oh, so I’ve travelled in time!” You decide, as if this was an inconvenience than a major revelation. You moved back subconsciously as they approached you. You weren’t used to people standing so close and so it was unusual when the girl offered you a comforting gesture - a hand on your shoulder. This gesture awarded her a glare from the man and she quickly dropped it. The man then looked at you with a curiosity that surpassed the usual time-traveller-crazy. He was squinting at you as if he had been waiting for this.

“Come with us” he ordered, didn’t ask. You shrugged and followed.

You spent a couple of days there, the man introducing himself as a watcher, his job to watch over the girl and train her. They had a special interest in you, something about a prophecy of one from the future, telling you that you had some kind of potential too. You were packing up, which was fairly simple as you only had the clothes on your back and a now unneeded face mask. You had been told you were taking a trip. Someone that could help you figure where to go from here.

Meanwhile, in Sunnydale, California:

“Mr Giles. We will need you to undertake further duties. The council is stretched and this woman is a special case. She maintains that she is from the future. I believe it may be the one from the prophecy your slayer has discovered. We will need you to watch her while we do our own research on this prophecy”

“Ok, Quentin. I shall greet her at the airport”

When you finally arrived in Sunnydale, laden with several scrolls and some books for you to give to a ‘Mr Giles’ about a prophecy that hadn’t been explained to you, a friendly older man welcomed you.

“Uh, hello, y/n. I’m Rupert Giles, you will be staying with me. I hear that you have travelled a long way to be here”

“Yeah and the rest” You mutter, before smiling apologetically and greeting him properly, “It’s nice to meet you, you have a really nice home” You offered, ever the charmer, as you looked around it approvingly.

Eventually, a group of people perhaps a little younger than you arrived their curiosity getting the better of them.

“This is Buffy, Willow, Xander and Anya” Giles introduced as you greeted them warmly.

“Hey, your names are all straight out of a graphic novel or something” You smile, introducing yourself as y/n. You had been briefed that Buffy was a slayer, that there was but one in a generation but you hadn’t been entirely certain what it entailed. Th others whispered slightly, about the latest demon not quite sure how much they could trust you yet as Giles caught that you may feel a little left out.

“Well, ah, yes, thank you. Shall we set you up in the spare room?” Giles offered, taking your bags and showing you the way. You just rolled with it, picking up the fast-paced lifestyle that you would have to be accustomed to in Sunnydale.

With you being laid back and fun for the others to be around, you fit in almost straight away. They started to be less secretive around you and started to clue you in on everything. Although, they weren’t entirely sure what a potential was yet themselves. Which was fine by you, you might not be here long enough to find out anyway. Giles was the only one that knew of a prophecy that had started to come true since you arrived.

They were helping you find a way home. Some of them more reluctantly than others. Willow had started to teach you little tricks and tips about simple spells, so that you could show off to the others. Buffy and you often gossiped together, she liked that you often had a friendly ear for her problems, offering another perspective that Willow didn’t have.

Life became normal, but you felt yourself lacking something you couldn’t quite put your finger on and it wasn’t returning back to 2020. Everyone was coupled up and some days you started to feel a little lonely. You continued to research a way to get home, often in vain. You weren’t so urgently wanting to leave, you had a life here in Sunnydale now but Giles was insistent you at least had the option to return to your time period.

It had been a few months now, and you were getting used to life in Sunnydale. Buffy ran at the vampire, with you, willow and Xander trailing behind. The three of you worked together to shepherd the vampires into Buffy’s line-of-fight so that she could stake them more easily. You became a part of everyone’s lives and you almost forgot about where you had come from, until of course it was brought up again.

You became fast friends with the gang, a true member of the Scoobies. They asked you so many questions about the future it was as if your life before then had been a dream. You were all walking back from the graveyard after a long night of slaying when they mentioned the future once more.

“There’s a big virus... it’s pretty bad back there… or forward, in the future” You say softly, thinking of how different everything was compared to now and how much you had taken little things for granted.

“I knew it! I called it: the next apocalypse would be a big virus infecting everyone” Buffy said excitedly, then realised you had a little frown. Things really had felt scary for a while there. She stopped talking, a hand on your arm to reassure you. You smiled at how close you had become, finding her one of your best friends. You were so grateful for the Scoobies as you walked through the streets, deciding to make an impromptu trip to the Bronze.

When you arrived, the music was buzzing and the vibe in the place was exciting. You smiled around the room, nodding along to the music, barely noticing the conversation until you zoned back in. They were discussing a vampire, someone they called Spike. You decided you wanted to ask who they were talking about.

“Oh my God, that’s right - you weren’t here” Buffy sighed, having to launch into another account of what had happened with Angel. Your eyes widened at the story they had managed to forget to inform you about, even to your laid back demeanour it made you a little spooked about how friendly you had been with Angel.

“So, what’s up with this Spike? Is he evil?”

“If you’re scared of peroxide you should start running” Xander smiled, and Willow explained he had bleach blonde hair.

“Well, uh, there was talk of torture with railroad spikes and-”

“He’s killed slayers in brutal ways”

“But he was mostly big on the talking about killing us but he never manged to do anything... too busy with his precious Drusilla” they shrugged, as if this was normal gossip. In the same breath, they started to talk about a girl from their school, Katy, who they saw parking with a guy that wasn’t her boyfriend.

Not even a week after this conversation, you were in the Magic Shop, needing a few ingredients - you had promised to help Willow with a de-lusting spell. She had told you, in private, what had been going on with Xander so you had it a priority to rush to the store.

As soon as your eyes met his, you felt the missing piece you had been lacking. His presence filling you up in ways you never knew you were empty. You were drawn to him, even though you knew how dangerous he was, you couldn’t help step towards him, despite the fact he was standing over a dead body.

It was the store owner. You had really liked her, she was always extremely kind. Your look of horror changed to one of concern though, at the state of the vampire in front of you. He looked almost... broken. As if he had suffered a great loss. Your head told you to run, get into the sunlight as soon as you could, but something made you stand stock still. You knew who he was. You had been told about him only a few nights ago. But the horror stories hadn’t scared you away. Not even the scene before you had scared you away.

You both just stared, as if you were studying something fascinating. For some reason, unknown to him, he didn’t lunge at you. He launched into a rant about his woes. You were used to this, your personality meant people often confided in you.

“She dumped me! She didn’t even chop my head off or burn me to ash, I mean, she doesn’t even care about me that much!”

“Hey, it’s okay I’m sure she’ll change her mind. I’m sure you have lots of... nice qualities” You offered. He sighed over-exaggeratedly, pacing and stepping over his discarded meal before leaning against the wall and sliding down it. He crouched, head in his hands as he continued to speak.

“But she cheated! With a chaos demon! Have you seen one of those? They’re all goo and antlers” he shouted, tears spilling from his eyes that he angrily wiped away. You cautiously sat beside him, also leaning against the wall.

“That sounds pretty gross to me” You offer nodding along, your hand hovering as if you wanted to offer a comforting gesture but you weren’t sure if he would bite your hand off (literally). However, your fears subsided when he leaned against your shoulder, sniffling slightly. His tears starting to subside at your words, nodding along. The big, scary bad guy didn’t seem so bad. He was in pain.

“Then, you deserve better, Spike. It hurts now, but this might be good for you. Some time to look out for yourself, pick up the, uh, pieces” You offer, wavering at the end as his face had shifted. He was starting to get mad. He realised he had been vulnerable with you. That he was taking comfort with you. A human. A potential, he had even overheard from the witch. This wouldn’t do. He could feel himself falling. One ounce of kindness and that’s all it took for him to start falling. God, sometimes he hated being love’s bitch.

He squinted, how did you know his name? Oh, right, you must know the Slayer. He’s just been vulnerable with one of the Slayer’s little slayerettes. He scowled at you, a dramatic change from his previous apparent sensitivity as he loomed over you.

“Bugger off, I see you - you’re the Slayer’s mate aren’t you? Well, I don’t know what game you’re playing but you can bloody well- you can bugger right off!” He shouted, grabbing your jacket, balling it up in his fist and pointing in your face. His face changed, his bumpy forehead shifting his features. You just stared back, everything had happened so fast you weren’t sure what could be said. Even now, you just wanted to reach and hug him. And, if you had I’m sure he would have hesitated but hugged back. But you didn’t and for some reason, he dropped his hand from your clothing and stalked away.

The next time you saw him, was a few days later. For some reason, his mind had started to move from Drusilla’s betrayal and he had a new object of his affection. You bump into him late at night as you walked back home after helping Buffy patrol, he still looks a little upset. He was definitely a little drunk and so, you took pity on him. He insulted you when he first saw you, trying to keep up the façade but it quickly melted away at how genuine you were about how he was doing. He softened, even slightly, nodding along to your words. He followed you to your door, already starting to miss you as the key turned in the lock.

“Come in?” You offered over your own shoulder as you stepped over the threshold. He squinted, unsure if he had heard you right before smirking.

“You’re just asking to be eaten up, aren’t you?”

“No, I can just see you’re hurting. Talk to me, I won’t tell a soul” you promise, setting out two mugs and offering him a drink. He nodded, taking the mug and hugging it to him. The warmth comforting in a way that he wondered if your embrace would be the same. He knew it would. And now, as you spoke, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

After this, another moment where he hadn’t eaten you despite having a very easy chance, he took comfort in the fact that you were kind but not naïve. Kindness was his weakness and you weren’t like the scoobies, there was something about you. Like you had knowledge, not just because you appeared to be a few years older. Like you could truly understand.

When he left in the early hours of the morning, only because the sun was threatening to rise, he still insisted he was going after Drusilla. But instead, he couldn’t help sticking around.

He realised he didn’t want to go back to Drusilla. He wanted kindness. He wanted you. He decided to lay low, staying in Sunnydale for you. To even catch another glimpse of you.

He became increasingly besotted with you. A small grain of affection growing into a vast and deeply rooted feeling of love.

After a while of accidentally bumping into him late at night, you realised Spike had moved back permanently. He was often found hanging around the place you had started renting after you moved out of Giles’ when you realised that this wasn’t a temporary stay in Sunnydale. He pretended he had been looking for you, saying that there was a gang of vampires that had taken over the east side of Sunnydale and that Buffy was busy with something else. He suggested that you both checked it out seeing as Giles had in fact determined, and now told you, that you were a potential. A slayer-in-training.

Spike drove you both. The car smelt of cigarette smoke and as if he had spilled an entire bottle of jack on the back seat. The whole way there he tried impressing you with how evil he was, despite the fact he was out doing Buffy’s job. You pointed this out to him, not wanting to upset him but because it was a valid point. He explained it was the principle of the thing, he wasn’t turning good. Not for anything.

You were fond of him, and he loved everything about you. How caring you were. How sweet your smile was to him. How you knew so much about being in a time you’re not really from. He found you were incredibly easy to talk to, having now poured his heart out on more than one occasion. Another thing is that often, he didn’t feel the need to talk - he just wanted to hear you talk about everything and anything.

This was what you were doing on the car journey. You were explaining about music apps and how you could have all of your music, not just the beat up cassette tapes Spike had littering his car, on one tiny device. He listened, fascinated about everything you would tell him of the future.

You parked up and waited in the car a while, waiting for any sign of this illusive vampire gang.

After a while, Spike turned the heat up a little, noticing you were cold. He slipped his duster off, not making eye contact as he offered it to you. You smiled and took it, but then realised what the gesture could mean. You slipped it on, bundling it around you the best you could before looking back to him wit ha little furrow on your brow.

“Is, uh, this a date Spike?” you ask finally, not able to stop yourself grinning at his reaction.

“What?! No! Uh, unless you… y’know… wanted it to be?” He muttered, noting your smile. It made him melt. You nodded confirmation, a small smile. You’d love a date with him. He nodded, mirroring you. Then you both stared ahead of you, not sure what else to say. You were overthinking it now.

A date with a human?

A date with a vampire?!

But when your eyes met again, none of it mattered. You grinned, reaching your hand to lay on top of his. Squeezing slightly, giving him that sweet smile he loved so much.

You were supposed to be predator and prey and yet it was nothing like this. Neither of you could deny your feelings. He couldn’t lie and say he magically didn’t think about the way your blood would taste, but he never wanted to hurt you. It was almost physical, he ached for you to be happy.

He moved to look back at you in the passenger seat and couldn’t help smiling, although it ended up on the other side of his face when the vampires you had been looking for found you instead. They had been real and not made up as an excuse to talk to you. You had fought together, perfectly in sync with the other, having each other’s backs on instinct. It was the best first date you had both ever had, ending in a passionate kiss as the last remnants of vamp-dust fell to the ground.

After months of researching the prophecy of the ‘Future one’ that Giles decided had to be you, you had also become Spike’s girlfriend. This was on the down-low to begin with, Spike was definitely seen as evil and not just because he had done a deal with some questionable demons in order to make some money and hoped to get the chance to kill Buffy at the same time. You navigated your relationship around this, trying to steer him and Buffy out of each other’s way the best that you could.

Spike stalked in, blood smeared around his mouth that he wiped off with his shirt sleeve, trying to look at least a little presentable when he realised you were waiting up for him.

He softened when he saw you sleepily cuddled on the sofa, the glare of the tv lighting up your face. Coming back to see you was heaven, if he believed in any of that stuff. You made this crypt a home and coming back to have you waiting in the early morning was bliss. He wanted you to move in, but you kept your apartment for appearances in front of the Scoobies.

He moved to you, cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and slow, but full of meaning - as if he was sucking the soul from you. Replacing it with his love. His promise that souls didn’t matter when it was love.

“What was that for?” The meaning behind his kiss almost waking you up completely. Knocking the breath from your lungs. The sleep from your eyes. Eyes a little wider, smile a little brighter.

“I love you, pet” he shrugged, sitting beside you on the sofa.

“I love you too, even though you taste suspiciously like the red-stuff” You can’t help still smiling sleepily. He sat beside you on the sofa, allowing you to settle in beside him. He let you lay against him and you snuggle into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. His soft whispers match the soothing caress as he rubbed your arm as you started to drift into sleep. You felt so safe with him.

You would never have guessed that not an hour before this vampire had been terrorising humans, draining them and taunting them. He of course never told you that was what he did, and he could never for a second imagine hurting you that way, but you had suspicions and you tried your best to not bring it up or ask him to try animal blood.

You trusted him, for better or for worse. By this time, you had been dating for almost a year and a half, for the most part hidden from the others. Willow knew, being the most understanding of the group. Anya had her suspicions but the others weren’t aware.

A while after all of your friends found out about your relationship with Spike (they had walked in on you both in a compromising position that no amount of excuses could explain), you got a call from Giles. He had still been looking up a way for you to go home and he had finally found one.

It was time for you to choose. Between the prophecy and going back to the future.

“Y/n, I’ve found it! You may go home” he offered, an aged scroll and a tablet with runes carved on it in his hands. You stared, in shock. You knew what this meant. It meant you could go back home to your family. Your friends. Your life before you met them all.

“I, uh…” you just stared. Things had been rocky for a while, you had been under suspicion for your relationship with Spike when they had found out, but everything had been getting back to normal now. You had barely thought about returning to 2020. You had made a life here.

“You do not have to do anything with this, y/n. You may, ah, wish to think about it. Or I could put these to one side if you ever did in the future want to go back. But I will be the first to say that you are one of us. None of us will take any pleasure in saying goodbye” Giles knew your fears, that the group would want you to leave because of your relationship with Spike. They weren’t pleased with it, but the arguments were over now. Everyone was still fond of you.

“Thanks, Giles. Can we keep this between us for now?” You asked and he nodded, hiding everything away safely until it was needed.

Since that talk with Giles, Spike noticed you had been off with him. He tried asking, but you had snapped and he had become irritated. You had stormed away in the middle of the day so that he couldn’t follow you, avoiding an argument. You took your time coming back, having to think over everything. Should you go back to 2020 or stay in Sunnydale (with perhaps a perilous prophecy to fulfil).

When you returned, you told him everything. An honesty you both had tried to maintain throughout your relationship. You poured your fears, your apprehension and then he looked in your eyes, took your hands and offered you another option. an option you had never even considered until now. Your eyes widened, could he really love you that much?

“You’ll never be able to go back, love. Think about it. I’ll understand if you’d rather try to look for that portal again to get back home” “I love you and I want you to stay here... with me” He finally said it. What you were hoping for him to say. Your grin spread across your face, nothing would have taken it from you. This moment, it was special.

“I want this, Spike. I want you” You confirmed, “You are home to me”

“You think you can handle an eternity with me?”

“I can give it a try at least” You smiled as he rolled his eyes.

He stared into your eyes, testing if you were serious before casting his gaze back to your neck. He could feel the steady beat, your trust in him.

He leaned in, you braced yourself. He held your head back, cradling it. His mouth lingered despite his lusting for your blood. His face shifted, fangs now protruding from his mouth, the same eyes now a different colour scanning the unmarked skin there.

It was as if in slow motion. He whispered his affections for you, landing a soft kiss on your pulse point before his jaw opened. He moved in, teeth starting to pierce your flesh. You winced, hissing slightly and he paused but your hands moved and you nodded your continuing consent. He continued to intake your blood, swallowing the thick viscous liquid as if it were his last meal on this plain.

When he managed to pull away, he sliced his palm, offering you your first taste of his blood. You gladly accepted, licking the cut before sucking hungrily. You pulled his hand closer to your mouth as he stroked the back of your head with his other hand. Your eyes darkened, wanting him, wanting to be filled with his blood. With anything he wanted to give you and offering your soul in return. Your soul was his to take.

This was forever. Bound by the love coursing through your veins. This was big for him, he had never sired anyone romantically before and he knew he never would again. This was a bond he only wanted with you. He loved you so much, to have you by his side was a gift to you both.

You drank until your body slumped and he had to hold you up. Taking on your weight, laying you down on his bed. lovingly placing the covers over you. He lay himself beside you, on his side facing you, over the bedclothes. He stroked your cheek, it was as if you were sleeping. But you had no heart beat. You weren’t breathing. Your skin was hardening, marble-like. He smiled at this, a thumb gliding across your cheekbone.

He wasn’t grieving, he was in anticipation. Hoping your kindness, charm and laid-back nature wasn’t lost during the process. This had gone wrong for him before and he was desperate for all of the human qualities to be with you during your reawakening.

After what felt like an age, your eyes opened and the first thing you saw were his sparkling blue eyes staring back. The smile on your lips mirrored his as your face shifted for the first time. Elongated fangs and a ridged forehead were now the new addition to your features, and he loved you more for it.

“I never would have thought… after everything” you sighed, having woken up from what felt like a sleeping-beauty style 100 year sleep. You thought about where you had come from. How you had met, how he had threatened you, how the Scoobies - your friends - had reacted to your relationship with Spike. It had all been worth it to be here with him like this.

Your joints were stiff, your senses heightened. But your love for him was just as deep as it was before. Your genuine nature bruised a little, maybe grazed but not removed from you the way some vampires appeared to have their good qualities surgically taken.

“Well, the Powers-that-bloody-don’t have a funny way of working things out” he shrugged, not able to stop himself smiling that it was really still you.

“Now, come on pet, I want to show you the afterlife properly” He smirked, pulling you up from bed to follow him, about to show you the joys of the hunt. He could tell you would be hungry, he was ready to show you everything. He was so pleased he had truly found someone that loved him the same way he loved them. Someone he could cherish, that would cherish him in return. Someone he could hold long into the day and not worry about some other vampire coming along and catching your eye. You were both in deep. And happily so.

This was the start of your un-life together. Little did either of you know, in a couple of months time, Spike would no longer be able to kill a living thing. A chip would be embedded into his brain. You would stay by his side, a precarious truce with the others still. Your soul almost intact, but never quite in the room. Your love for him would never die, even through the tough times that were coming.

Your prophecy something you would have to encounter eventually, but you could both face anything as long as you were together. Bound together for an eternity.

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