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New Years Eve

꒰ ͜͡➸ Pairing: ot8 x Reader

꒰ ͜͡➸ Genre: Fluff, cuddling, kiss, tears (of joy), a little sad at Felix pov but still a lot of fluff!!

꒰ ͜͡➸ w/c: 5,6k

꒰ ͜͡➸Masterlist

Chan:

New Years Eve approached faster than expected and it had been a tradition for Chan and you, to always keep the Christmas tree until after New Year. The atmosphere seemed more cozy with the little tree in the corner and it made you feel more at home. It was sad that Chan wasn’t able to spend it with his family, but you wanted to make sure that he’d still feel comfortable and happy with spending it with you. You had woken up earlier than normal, being happy that Chan was still asleep and started working on the breakfast first. The dinner would certainly be more fancy but first you’d get the breakfast done. Chan normally worked late, meaning he often slept in on his off days, which was lucky for you. You were nearly done with the breakfast when strong arms wrapped around your waist and his head found its way to your shoulder. “Why are you up so early?” You questioned while turning your head to him, to give him a quick kiss. “You weren’t next to me, so I wanted to see what you’re up to.” His voice extremely deep, as he had just woken up. “I figured I could make some breakfast for us, before I get to dinner.” “Oh, about that…” His tone seemed strained and you wondered what was going on. “We can’t spend the evening together. Something came up at the Company, something about plagiarism… I really have to go and sort it out and that could take a while…” He sighed and you tried to not show your disappointment by smiling at him. “It’s okay Channie. It’s not your fault and those are some serious allegations. Just take care of them, I’ll wait here for you.” He apologised a million times during breakfast and you tried to reassure him as much as possible that it would be okay. After that, he had to leave, leaving you alone at the apartment. That was certainly not what you had planned. Not only couldn’t he spend the evening with his family, but now he couldn’t spend it with you either, which kind of made you sad. Not for yourself, but for Chan. He deserved a break and it bothered you that he couldn’t get one. You started watching a series you really liked, while snacking on some stuff. You figured you could just get something delivered when you felt hungry. However, your phone suddenly went off and you saw Felix’ name on the display. “Felix? Is everything okay?” “Yes, everything is okay. I was wondering if you’re free.” “Free? To do what?” “Well, the boys are all at their houses with their families and I heard Chan-Hyung was caught up by work so I figured you’re free too.” “Weren’t you going to celebrate with Hyunjin and his family?” “Yeah, but something came up.” “Oh, well sure. What did you have in mind?” “Lets meet at that one restaurant we all liked. I’ll send you the address.” With that you hung up and started to get ready. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you to spend time with the boys, or one of them but it still felt weird. After you got ready you went to the address that Felix send you and waited for him in front of the restaurant. “Hey there, baby.” You immediately turned around and saw none other than Chan himself. “Channie?” You looked around, searching for Felix but he was nowhere to be seen. “Felix is not here. He’s at Hyunjin’s.” Chan chuckled and you tilted your head, slightly confused now. “I wanted to surprise you. I knew you had dinner planned and everything and that you wouldn’t accept my help, so I figured I’d make up an excuse to leave and get you to come here.” He finally explained yourself and you pouted. “You’re a meanie! I was so worried because you had to work on New Years Eve.” “Sorry, sorry.” Chan chuckled and hugged you. You two entered the restaurant, with a beautiful view over Seoul. You were lost in your conversation when you heard the first fireworks. It was 23:59. “They started early.” “No, the big fireworks have yet to come.” Chan answered but you certainly missed them, as Chan connected his lips with yours.

Minho:

You were currently getting ready to make your way to Minho’s. Even though you spend more time at his apartment then yours, you still kept yours. You were too lazy to move all your stuff to his, but you two wanted to do so in the new year. It was one of your goals, that you had set together so that you didn’t always have to go back and forth when you two practically lived together anyway. You were looking forward to Minho but also to Soonie, Dori and Doongie. The three little cats had stolen your heart the moment you went to Minho’s for the first time, so you certainly couldn’t imagine a New Years Eve without them. But moving them from Minho’s apartment to yours would be too uncomfortable for them, as it would be a new environment. The evening would be uncomfortable enough because of the noise already, the change of environment didn’t need to be as well. You didn’t mind anyways. You often went to Minho’s, instead of Minho coming to yours, so it was fine. Your phone pulled you out of your thoughts and your screen lit up with Minho’s name. “Hey.” You put the phone on speaker as you were still applying makeup. “Are you on your way yet?” You could hear a soft “miau” from the background and couldn’t help but smile. “No, I’m still getting ready, why?” “I have to go pick something up, so I was just wondering if you’re already on your way or if I still have time.” “I’ll still need a bit so you can go and pick it up.” You also had to pick something up on the way, so it would take you longer anyway. “Okay, that’s great. I’ll see you in a bit then.” You ended the call and soon finished with your makeup as well. After getting into a comfortable dress, you took your bag and left your apartment. You decided to drive to Minho’s today. It wasn’t too far on foot, only about 20 minutes but you still had to pick something up and you didn’t really want to carry it with you all the way to his house. It didn’t take long and you were finally on your way to Minho’s apartment. “Yes?” Minho immediately picked up after you called him. You were close to his apartment now and you wanted to make sure he’s already back. “I’m close now. Are you still at the out? If so, then I can take you with me. I’m with my car.” “No, don’t worry. I’m already home.” It didn’t take you long to arrive at his apartment, parking your car and making your way up to his floor. He opened the door for you, as you had forgotten the key at your apartment and took the bags from your hands. “What did you get?” Minho asked as he placed them on top of the kitchen counter as you were greeted by Soonie, Doongie and Dori. “Just some stuff.” You answered, preoccupied with the little cats. After a few minutes you finally joined him in the kitchen and only then did you notice a cake. “No way… Is that what you went out to get?” “Yes, remember when we both saw it at the store? We both liked it so I figured I could get it for today.” “Minho…” He looked at you and immediately understood. “You got it too?” He couldn’t help but laugh at that, which you immediately joined in. Now two cakes were sitting at the living room table. You had also gotten a lot of snack for Soonie, Doongie and Dori of course. “Sometimes we really do think too alike.” You chuckled as you snuggled up to him on the couch. “True, but great minds think alike so we can’t do anything about it.” You smiled softly and the evening went rather calmly, until the fireworks started. You softly cuddled the three cats, so that they wouldn’t be too scared, offering them a lot of snacks and petting them, taking their minds of the fireworks. As soon as they were finally done, Minho couldn’t help but admire you openly. “I love you.” “I love you too.” A soft kiss followed, sealing your new year.

Changbin:

“Baby, you don’t have to be so tense.” Changbin’s voice slightly pulled you out of your concentrated state. You had been taking your wardrobe apart since the morning and Changbin finally decided to try and calm you down. His parents had invited you two to spend the New Years Eve together and even though you had met his family quite often, you still got nervous every time. His mother loved you and so did his sister and father, but somehow, even while knowing that, it didn’t calm you. “Binnie, we’re having dinner at your huge house, with your family… I don’t think anyone would be anything but tense.” “But it’s not the first time you’ve been there and met them.” He argued back, leaning back on the chair he had been sitting on for hours now. You had asked him to help you find an outfit and he of course didn’t mind, but the worry on you made him slightly worried too. He hated to see you tense, insecure or sad, so this was really no the setting he had hoped for. He wanted you to be comfortable, not worried. “Listen, baby.” He stood up and softly embraced your form, your head leaning against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. “If it’s too much we can cancel.” “No, it’s not that.” “What is it then?” “I don’t know. I just wanna leave a good impression.” “They love you. I doubt you can leave any better impression than you already have.” “You think so?” “Of course, baby. They love you. You know that. My mother and sister literally never leave your side when you’re there and my father likes you a lot too. There’s really nothing to worry about. They're all looking forward to spending today with us both. They even told me I shouldn’t bother showing up without you.” He chuckled at that and you had to join, finally easing your tensed muscles. “Okay, fine. Thank you Bonnie.” He gave you a soft kiss, before he left to get ready as well. It didn’t take long for you to finally choose a dress for the evening and you started to get ready as well. The makeup took you a bit as you weren’t sure what exactly you wanted to do, but you were still on time. “Lets take my car.” Changbin offered, taking the keys for his car, as you both made your way out of the apartment. It was rather chilly and you had forgotten our jacket, but the car was thankfully in front of the apartment so you didn’t walk for long. Changbin’s mother was the one to open the door for your two and she immediately embraced you first, before she did so to Changbin as well. “You two look amazing! Come inside.” She gently took your hands, leading you to the living room. Changbin’s father and sister were also already there and greeted you with the same warmth, his mother had done just seconds ago. You found yourself between his mother and sister, engaged in a conversation while he was talking to his father. It didn’t take long until dinner was ready and the conversation was moved to the dinning room. It was really nice and you felt silly for worrying so much in the first place. You felt Changbin taking your hand under the table and couldn’t help but smile at him softly. It was soon time for the fireworks, so you all went outside. It was even colder than before and you really regretted not taking a jacket. However, as perceptive as he was, Changbin of course had noticed it and draped his jacket over your shoulders. “Thank you.” “Of course.” The soft kiss that followed drowned out the sound of the fireworks completely, as you only focused on him and your beating heart.

Hyunjin:

You woke up rather early, being extremely excited for the day. It was New Years Eve, but that was certainly not the reason of your excitement. Hyunjin had promised to take you to his art studio today. He had been really inspired the last few weeks and had spend a lot of time there. You had often gone there but it felt different today. It somehow felt special. Hyunjin had already left earlier, claiming that he still had to finish a certain painting before you came, so you fixed yourself a small breakfast and readied some stuff you could eat for dinner together. You doubted that you would be back before midnight, so you could spend the evening at his art studio. After you had fixed up something for dinner, which you could heat up at his studio, you started to get ready. It was a loose dress with a pair of black leggings. You wanted to be comfortable for the evening but also look pretty, so you also fixed your makeup before calling Hyunjin. “Jinnie, are you done?” “Nearly, why did you want to come now?” “I wanted to go pick something up from the store first, but I’d come after that. How much more time do you need?” “Around an hour?” “Sure! Then I’ll walk.” You ended the call, grabbed your bag and made your way to the store. You wanted to get some snacks and sweets before going to his studio. You figured he’d be hungry and if you really were to spend till midnight there you would certainly need some snacks and drinks as well. After getting everything you needed, you finally made your way to his art studio. It wasn’t too far but it still took you a while on foot. It had already gotten dark by the time that you had arrived and knocked on the door. “Come in!” You opened the door and were immediately awestruck. Petals of red roses were scattered around the floor, while candles lit the way. His paintings were nowhere to be seen, which made sense because of the candles. You followed the candles and were met with Hyunjin on the terrace. A cozy little sit-area, made out of cushions and blankets greeted you, being illuminated by little hanging lights. It looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. You knew Hyunjin is romantic, but you certainly hadn’t expected this. “J-Jinnie, was this why you came earlier?” “Yep, I wanted to surprise you so I had to move all the paintings to safety and then start on this.” He smiled softly, giving you a red rose before pulling you into his embrace. He took your bags afterwards and you snuggled up to each other in the little make-shift couch, eating and snacking on the stuff that you had brought with you. “I do get to see what you’ve been painting tho, do I?” “Of course. I only moved them to safety but they’re still here. Even though it’s one painting I have been working on for quite some time now.” He helped you up and lead you to a painting that was covered by a cloth. It was the only painting that was on the terrace with you. He pulled the cloth of in seconds and you were left in awe for a second time. He had painted you. “No way you see me as that beautiful.” You couldn’t take your eyes off it and he couldn’t take his eyes off you, when the fireworks went off. “No… I see you as even more beautiful but it would be impossible to capture that on a canvas.” He admitted and the moment you turned to him to disagree he connected your lips, silencing the complaint in seconds. Not that you minded though, it was certainly the most beautiful way to start the new year.

Jisung:

You really worried about Jisung at this point. He had spent a lot of time in the studio in the past few weeks. At first you had thought that it was because he was working on a song with Chan and Changbin, but they both had told you that they had already finished all the songs they had been planning to finish before New Years Eve. They wanted to take it easy and continue in the New Year with new and fresh motivation. They were of course already planning their next comeback but it wouldn’t be too stressful for now at least. However, Jisung still rarely left the studio and you really wondered what he had been working on. He didn’t tell you and apparently neither did he tell the boys. None of them knew what he had been working on, but Chan suggested that it might be a new solo song or something close to that. Maybe he had gotten some inspiration and was now thriving in it, not wanting to stop until he was finished. Typical for artist and the boys all knew the feeling. You however didn’t, so you worry only got worse whenever you saw him return to the apartment, completely tired. Every night until today. It was New Years Eve and you were surprised when you were met with a sleeping Jisung in your shared bed. It was still rather early and you hadn’t heard him when he had returned last night, so he probably had pulled an all-nighter again. You got up as quietly as possible, so that you wouldn’t wake him, wanting him to rest as much as possible. Wanting to surprise and energise him, you started on making brunch, as you knew he wouldn’t wake up for breakfast, so you would just have to combine them. It wasn’t a rare occasion and you didn’t mind, you just wanted him to have as much rest as he could get, before he would get back to working again. He woke up around 11 am, softly hugging your form when he saw you. “Did you rest enough?” Your voice was quiet, seeing that the sleep hadn’t left him completely yet. “Mhm.” “Should we eat something?” He only nodded at that and you two made your way to the kitchen to eat the brunch you made. “Are you going back to the studio?” You were surprised when he shook his head. “Well not alone at least.” “What do you mean?” “Well it’s New Years Eve, so I was wondering if you wanna come with me.” He smiled softly at you, as he took another bite of his food. “Sure!” You had always wanted to accompany him after you had heard from Chan that he was working on something alone, but you also didn’t want to intrude. You knew that Jisung was often insecure about his lyrics or songs, so you didn’t want to push him to show you. So him asking you to accompany him was a huge thing and it made you super happy. It was already getting dark when you two had gotten ready and made your way towards the studio. It wasn’t too cold, so you two decided to walk, as it wasn’t far away from the apartment either. “What type of song is it?” You asked after a while. “I’ll let you listen to it later.” He answered and surprise took over your features again. Telling you about it was one thing, but letting you listen to it before Chan or Changbin did… was a complete other thing. You always listened to his songs, but he only let it happen after Chan and Changbin had agreed that it was really good. Jisung only wanted to show you amazing songs, even though he knew you would love all of them. You finally arrived at the studio and it was rather close to midnight now, after you had also eaten dinner. You wondered what song it was, as Jisung still didn’t let you listen to it. He took your hand softly and lead you to the rooftop of the studio. “Here.” He gave you headphones and it didn’t take you long to understand that the song was about you. “Sungie, I-…” Tears were welling up in your eyes but he didn’t give you any time to start crying, as his lips found yours the moment the fireworks erupted. “Happy New Year, Jagi.”

Felix:

You were really happy that Felix had gotten the opportunity to spend the New Years Evening with his family in Australia. You were currently driving him to the airport and even though you were sad that you couldn’t spend it with him, you were still happy he could with his family. “Do you have everything? Passport, clothes?” You asked for the millionth time this day. You were more anxious than Felix was, not wanting him to miss his chance to go see his parents. You had fussed over him the entire time when he had been packing and he could only smile at how cute you were being. “Yes, love. We’ve gone over it at home, in the car and here. I think I have everything. Don’t worry too much.” He smiled, his typical angelic smile, at you. You would certainly miss him tonight. A soft kiss later and he was on his way to his gate. You stayed until you couldn't see him anymore and then left as well, only then letting the tears fall that had threatened to. You went back to your shared apartment but it felt so empty without Felix so you figured you could go out. Getting ready and wearing something warm, you made your way to the beach. It had become quite a tradition to watch the fireworks with Felix together from this beach. You two had done so the first year you started dating and kept doing it every year, until today. Normally, Felix was too busy to fly to Australia, but this year was lucky and he found the time to do so. You strolled through the beach, your eyes fixed on the ocean. It had already gotten dark and it would only be a few hours until midnight. You pondered over calling Felix but you didn’t want him to see you cry. You didn’t want to make him sad. You sat down at your favourite spot on the beach, the spot where Felix had told you that he loved you. The spot where everything with you two had begun, when you suddenly felt someone behind you. You immediately turned, but you certainly hadn’t expected to see your angel of a boyfriend. “Lixie? But how? Why?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was really Felix standing in front of you. “I'm sorry for lying.” He softly started while embracing your smaller form, not too tight so you could still look up at him. “What?” “I didn’t book a flight to Australia. I wanted to, but when you said you wouldn’t be able to come, I decided against it as well. We spent Christmas with my family, so that’s more than enough for me.” “But I drove you to the airport.” “I wanted to surprise you. I told Chan-Hyung about it and he helped me. He picked me up after you had left.” Only now did you notice the little bag and flowers he had with him. He gave you the bouquet with flowers and you didn’t know how you had been able to unsee it. It was huge and beautifully arranged. “Lixie, I-…” “Just accept it please. I know what’s going on in your cute little brain now, Love. But this is what I wanted.” He smiled softly and you couldn’t hold your tears back, hiding your face on his chest. After you had calmed down, you two sat down on the blanket he had brought and enjoyed his signature brownies until the fireworks were only minutes away. “Love.” You turned to him. “You have something here.” “Where-…” But he didn’t let you finish as his lips connected with yours the moment the sky was lit up by the fireworks.

Seungmin:

It was finally New Years Eve. You had been l looking forward to it for months now. You had a huge surprise planned for Seungmin. The boys had helped you to keep it a secret from your lovely boyfriend for months now and you were quite sure that Seungmin didn’t suspect a thing. You had prepared it whenever he was with the boys and the boys kept you updated on when he would call you or when he would leave first, to surprise you. It felt a bit mean, as you would always act surprised whenever he was home earlier, but it was all for the sake of your surprise today. His family had gone on a little vacation, so it would be only you two tonight. The moment his parents had said that, you got ready to make it the most beautiful New Years Eve ever. You were currently working on the dinner for later, with Seungmin together. He always helped you out when he was at home, today being no exception. “Is this good?” He always asked you, as he knew you were quite precise on how things had to be on special days. “Yep, thank you.” You beamed at him and he returned it with a soft smile. “By the way, I’ll have to pick something up at the store later but looking at dinner I might not be able to. Could you do it for me?” You needed him out of the house so you could get the last part of the surprise ready. “Of course. Just tell me which store and what you ordered.” His answer came in a heartbeat and you couldn’t help but think of him as adorable. “Thank you, Minnie.” Dinner was done faster than you had expected and it had gotten quite late as well. You started to arrange the plates and make some side-dishes so that it would look as if you’re still busy. “Can you go now, Minnie?” You asked softly, pulling him out of his thoughts, as he had been focused on one of the side-dishes. “Sure.” He got ready and headed out, not a second after the door shut you left the side-dish aside and called Chan. “Chan?” “I’m on my way already. There was a little bit of traffic but I should be there in 5.” “Okay that’s perfect!” You ended the call, getting the table ready now, placing all the dishes and side-dishes on it before you got the drinks. You turned the lights off, letting only the hanging lights illuminate the apartment. You nearly tripped when you heard the door, praying that it was Chan and not Seungmin. Thankfully, it was Chan and you took the little box from him. “Thank you so much, Chan.” “You’re welcome. Don’t forget to film his reaction.” “Camera is already standing, don’t worry.” You chuckled and Chan nodded, before he left. You couldn’t risk Seungmin, seeing Chan now. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to arrive and put the little cake you had ordered on the table. “Jagiya.” He called out and you could hear the confusion in his voice. “I went to pick up the stuff you ordered but the salesman gave me dog food as well. Did you plan on gifting it to one of the boys?” Seungmin asked as he entered the living room, only to let the dog food fall out of his hands. “Nope, I got it for you.” You stood there, with a little puppy in your arms. Chan had gone and picked him up as you had planned for it to be today. It had taken a long time to find the perfect little puppy at the shelter but when you did, you were overjoyed and the workers were more than happy to help with your little surprise. You knew how much Seungmin had wanted one. Chan had told you that he had even thought about buying you one, as he wanted to raise it together with you, so you figured that you could do so, in the new year. “No way… Jagiya you’re… Amazing.” He chuckled softly, before embracing the puppy and you as softly as he could. Connecting your lips the moment the fireworks erupted, while also covering the little puppies ears.

Jeongin:

“Should we pick it up before we go or on our way?” Jeongin’s question pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned to look at him. “The cake, Princess.” He chuckled softly. You were completely engrossed in your makeup that you had barely registered what he had said. “Oh. Let’s just pick it up on the way to the boys. If we pick it up now, we would just make the way twice.” “Then we should probably leave earlier tho.” Jeongin notified before he left the bathroom, where you were currently getting ready. You decided to spend this years New Year Eve together with the boys at the shared dorm. Jeongin and you mostly spend your time at your shared apartment so this would certainly be something else. Jeongin was already finished with getting ready and was just making sure you had everything. Everyone had gotten different tasks and Jeongin and you were in charge of the food. You had all decided to order some food, so that you could just enjoy the evening. You had first offered to get a cake too but Felix insisted in making it with Hyunjin as they would be making brownies anyway. You had already called the restaurant in advance, telling them when the food had to be ready. You were at your finishing touch when Jeongin had done so, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t start preparing it too early. He didn’t want it to be too cold. You slipped into your dress and left the bathroom, taking your bag and finally meeting Jeongin at the door. “You look amazing…” He was awestruck but so were you. Jeongin looked amazing no matter what. “Thank you. I can only give that back.” You chuckled softly and you two made your way to the car. It wasn’t too far but you also had to transport all the food, so it would be easier by car. Jeongin drove while you updated the boys. Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, Jisung and Minho were already at the dorm, meaning only Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin and you were missing. Felix and Hyunjin had apparently run into traffic but they said that they would be there in around 10 minutes. By the time Hyunjin and Felix arrived, Jeongin and you had finally gotten the food and drove off as well. You finally joined the others, taking the bags out of the car. They had heard the car pull in and immediately came outside to help you with the bags of food. The aroma was filling the dorm and you all sat down around the table to start eating and joking around. By the time you had finally started to eat Felix brownies you were full. So you pushed the brownies aside for now and all went out to sit on the terrace, just enjoying the night view. The brownies on a table in between all of you, being there as little snacks, if anyone craved any. Jeongin had never left your side throughout the evening. Even though he knew that you were comfortable around the boys, he still didn’t want to be too far away. It was the first year that you spend New Year with the boys, so it was still something new and you didn’t know them as well as Jeongin did, obviously. He caressed your hand and it made you feel at ease immediately. It was close to midnight when the boys went back inside, using the excuse that they wanted to clean up the dorm a bit. “Tonight was really fun.” You broke the silence first, while leaning on Jeongin’s shoulder. “Yeah. I love you and I love the boys so this was really nice.” You smiled softly at that. “Thank you for inviting me.” “Of course. I love spending time with you and so do the boys.” “Who loves it more?” You turned to look up at him. “I do of course, Princess.” His signature smirk didn’t go unnoticed as he connected your lips, the sound of the fireworks that just erupted went unnoticed by both of you, as you lost yourselves in the kiss. Fully knowing that the boys would certainly tease you in a second about it. “I love you, Innie.” You whispered against his lips. “I love you too, Princess.”

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The Chief Justice and the Worst Painter in Fontaine Chapter 2: The Wonders of Water

summary: It was supposed to be your time to relax and get in touch with your (extremely) buried creative side...but then your boss showed up. Masterpost here

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 (Bonus Scenes) || Chapter 4

On that first week back to work after your surreal weekend, Neuvillette didn’t make any contact with you. No visit to your desk, not even a note. You had expected it, of course. The Chief Justice was a busy man with his mind preoccupied with matters that were far more important than you. He had probably forgotten all about you. If you were honest, you were a little bit disappointed, but at least this would make for a fun story to tell, right?

Not that you told anyone about it. You weren’t even sure how to explain it.

On Friday, just as you were thinking of pursuing another hobby, preferably within the city, the Melusine who worked at the front desk, Sedene, delivered a note to you.

“Hello there, [Name],” the short Melusine said as she approached you, holding a folded piece of paper in her hand. “I have a message here from Monsieur Neuvillette.”

You almost thought you misheard. You looked around to see if there was anyone else near you, but you were the only one in the office. It was Friday, and everyone had vacated the Palais Mermonia as soon as the clock struck the end of the work day.

“Um…from Monsieur Neuvillette, you say?” you asked. “It’s really from him? And for me?”

“Who else would it be from?” Sedene tilted her head to the side. “He told me that you would be expecting it. Although, I was also surprised when he asked me to do this. I don’t think he’s ever delivered a handwritten note to a human before.”

Oh, great. Does that mean he’s actually expecting something from me? Your palms were getting sweaty, but you accepted the note. “Thank you, Sedene.”

After the Melusine left, you opened the note. It contained a location written in elegant handwriting. Neuvillette was asking you to go to the mountains north of the city.

Well, it seemed that your fate was sealed. So much for relaxing outside of work.

That was what you thought back then, but to your surprise, weekends with Neuvillette were actually pretty…enjoyable?

Every Friday, he would send a note with a location. You would go there with your painting supplies, greet him, and start painting.

Although you still felt somewhat bitter about having to pick out a nice and respectable outfit even when you weren’t at work, you had to admit, Neuvillette really did know the best spots for painting.

The gray mountains capped with snow, the rolling fields of green dotted with flowers and rustic-looking houses, even the sinister and creepy-looking Elynas. For a lifelong city dweller like you, these sights were just as awe-inspiring and breathtaking as what you imagined the soaring peaks of Liyue or the lush green jungles of Sumeru to be like.

With these sceneries and your empty canvas before you, the urge to jump into the act of creation almost overpowered your nervousness.

There wasn't much talking done during these sessions, just you trying your best to depict what you saw with the tools you had at hand. Neuvillette would simply stand there, gazing off into the distance. Sometimes, you would sneak a glance at his profile to see if anything changed. It never did, or if it did, you were too slow to catch it. You never felt his gaze on you while you were painting, but it didn't feel like he was ignoring you. It felt more like he was trying to be considerate towards you as you were working.

It was hard to figure out how long you should take to finish your paintings. On one hand, you didn't want to take up too much of his time (nor your own), but on the other hand, taking too little time to take in the view and focus on your artwork felt disrespectable. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was your leisure time, so you should take however long you please, and anyway, Neuvillette was the one who always stayed there after you left.

Once you were done your painting, you would show it to him, and he would compliment it. You didn't know where he was getting those compliments from and had the suspicion that his ability to appreciate art was tragically askew. But somehow, his words sounded genuine. Though you felt not a little pressure to improve each and every week, hearing his kind words made you walk into work with a little more spring in your step.

Your weekends with Neuvillette weren't something you exactly looked forward to with anticipation, but they were never the worst part of your week.

It felt a bit dramatic to call it a double life…but it really did feel like one.

During the week, you were just one of many ordinary office workers diligently working at their desks, unnoticed by those above you, much less the Chief Justice (well, now that you knew that he knew your work, it suddenly felt like there was a heavy gaze upon you). But on the weekend, you were…well, an amateur painter who somehow got taken under the wing of Monsieur Neuvillette himself.

You haven't told anyone about him, not even your best friend. Something about telling people about what you do on the weekends felt wrong, almost scandalous, even though it was nothing of the sort. You didn't want to deal with a barrage of questions, and what if those reporters from the Steambird found out?

It was scary how something could become an unremarkable, normal part of a routine once you done it enough times. For you, it didn't take long before you were comfortable enough to sit with your legs spread slightly apart or mumble to yourself as you mixed colors. While you were still somewhat nervous dealing with him, and you definitely wouldn't call you and Neuvillette friends, you no longer felt like a small mouse trying its best to take up the least amount of space as possible in the fear of being noticed by the cat.

As for your painting skills...well, improvement was a slow and steady thing.

Neuvillette was as inscrutable as ever, but you were beginning to learn how to read him.

The weather wasn't good today. It wasn't raining, but the skies were covered in gray clouds. Furthermore, Neuvillette was unhappy. You had no idea why, and he wasn't giving any explanation. You were ninety percent sure it had nothing to do with you, since he had already been like this when you got here. But still, you could feel waves of moroseness coming off from him, and it was affecting your work.

After hearing a small, nearly imperceptible sigh issue from his lips, you decided to pluck up the courage and ask him what was bothering him. Hey, I'm showing initiative here, aren't I? You attempted to give yourself a pep talk.

"Um, excuse me, Monsieur Neuvillette," you begin, trying to inject the right amount of politeness and concern into your voice. "I can't help but notice that there is something on your mind..."

Neuvillette turned at your voice. There was surprise in his eyes, like he hadn't expected you to ask about him.

"My apologies. I didn't know my mood was affecting you. Please, feel free to disregard me."

"Oh, it doesn't bother me at all," you half-lied. "I'm just worried that you're not enjoying yourself, sir."

"My enjoyment shouldn't be a cause of concern for you. You only need to focus on your painting while you are here."

"But I shouldn't be the only one having a good time. This is your rest day as well."

"Please, [Name], there is no need to worry about me. Your enjoyment is my--"

"Monsieur Neuvillette, please tell me what's bothering you! I really want to know!" you unconsciously raised your voice, then immediately clapped your hands to your mouth upon realizing what you had done. "Oh Archons, I'm so sorry."

There was a short silence after you said that.

Crap, crap, crap.

He's going to push me into the waters and then I'm going to sink to the bottom and become fish food-

"It's the water here." His calm voice broke through your panicked thoughts. "It leaves much to be desired. I felt upset for bringing you to such an unfit place to paint."

"The...water?" you looked around. This weekend, Neuvillette took you to a small island near Romaritime Harbor. The water here was sapphire-blue and clear, just like the water everywhere in Fontaine. "I don't really see what's wrong with it..."

"Let me show you." A silver cup suddenly appeared in Neuvillette's hand. Where did that come from?

He scooped up some water in the cup and swirled it, then showed it to you. It looked like...extremely pure water.

"Do you see how different this water is from the location we visited last weekend? The scent, the texture, and..." he took a sip of the water before your incredulous eyes, then grimaced. "The taste. All of it is utterly subpar."

He then went on a rant about how water was different in different places. He must have been bottling this up, because he kept talking for about ten minutes. You had never seen him talk so animatedly before. It was honestly pretty refreshing, even though you had no idea what he was talking about. So, you just kept nodding and saying "uh huh" at the appropriate moments.

"Um...if you say so, sir. Although, I think this place is just as lovely as all the other places you've brought me to," you said after he finally concluded.

He stared at you for a moment, then shook his head. "No, not at all. You deserve only the best."

Your cheeks warmed. Did he really just say that!?

"Next week, I will take you to a far more beautiful place," he said solemnly. He raised his hand awkwardly, hesitantly, then placed it on your shoulder. "I promise."

You could still feel the weight of his hand on his shoulder even after you returned to work on Monday.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #my works #painter series

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dyysania · 9 months

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࿓ into the sinner’s arms. - john constantine.

tw: religious aspects, smoking, smut (oral (f receiving) and unprotected p in v) wrap it before ya tap it !!, language and degradation, age gap (reader is around 23 and john is 41). i think that’s all :3

no use of y/n ! ^^

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you were known. you were well. you were aware of everything and you were loyal to your creator. you were known by friends and family that you were a good angel, until that was all crushed when you had met john constantine.

constantine, you would say, was exactly your type. with big brown puppy eyes, slightly deep voice, and he was just dapper-looking in general. but you knew, oh, every ‘half-breed’ knew that he was the one soul satan would come to collect for himself. and of course you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

you were a good girl. he was a sinner. it wouldn’t work out. but the way the air thickened every time you two had met said otherwise. you’d give each other glances from across the room, him with a grin on his lips that almost always held a cigarette between them, and you, with your flustered face and fidgeting.

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tonight was another one of those nights you would have to face him. most of the time you met, it was at midnite’s bar, but this time, it was a different situation. it seemed he had just finished yet another exorcism, and went on a smoke break outside.

“fuck,” you whispered underneath your breath as you saw him walk out of the apartment. you attempted to just blend in, sitting on the bench, but he always recognized you. he’d always spot your pretty wings and eyes. you just looked down to distract yourself with your coffee cup. but you begin to hear footsteps, and you see his leather shoes in front of you. you had no choice but to look up.

“what do you want, constantine?” you mumble. he doesn’t respond for a few seconds, sighing as he sits down next to you,

“you’re one to talk. you’re always eye-fucking me.” he said casually before putting another cigarette between his plush lips, cracking the lighter open. you blushed, trying to resist him. refuse him. you’re speechless, because you knew it was the truth. you rested your back against the metal bench, looking over your left shoulder so you don’t have to worry about talking.

“yeah, got nothing to say anymore now, do you?” he cackles lightly, pissing you off even more. you just let out a loud exhale.

“j-just shut up…”

“whatever, half-breed.” you gulped as you felt your panties dampen at all of his degrading words. he noticed, looking at you whilst furrowing his brows.

“listen, we both know we should be together.” he broke the silent atmosphere, and the sound of his thoughts shouldn’t have, but they interested you. so you look back at him.

“well, we both know i’d destroy my good reputation because you’re the soul satan wants to take for himself, john.”

“stop caring so much about it.”

“i can’t, it’s my whole life…my whole family would hate me, john!”

“so what? i want you, you want me, and god you’re obvious about it, who gives a fuck anymore?”

lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

for fuck’s sake, you can’t take it anymore.

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it was late at night when john took you to his apartment, locking the door, laying you down on his bed and climbing on top of you immediately.

your lips connected, and god, it felt good to finally let go. you felt as if you were sinking into the kiss and like your creator was watching you, right there, disappointed. but sadly, in your thoughts, maybe john was right. maybe it’s best to just let go and accept your fate.

“let me take care of you.” john muttered into the nape of your neck, beginning to kiss and suck on it, leaving a trail of few marks behind. you gave him a slight tug at his tie, pulling him in. closer. you were needier than you should be, with your cunt already extremely soaked. he was right. god, he was so right.

“i want you, you want me.” but you didn’t.

because you needed him.

he slid his tongue slowly from your collarbone to your earlobe, pushing you to moan and have your hand fly to try and shut you up.

“i’m gonna help you. fuck, you deserve it.” he whispered into your ear breathily, his hand massaging your still clothed breasts. drool glistened against your bruised neck once he was done with marking you, dragging his arms along your body before hiking your dress’ skirt up, glaring at your black panties.

“spread for me.” he saw your panties barely even covering your pussy, the band only covering your clit. you winced when he took them down your clean-shaven and cold legs, finally being able to see you properly.

“john…”

“you’re beautiful,” he paused.

“i’m keeping these.” he lifted your pair of panties to show you before throwing his arm behind him so they landed perfectly on top of his small wardrobe. his cold hands then shocked your warm skin, of your hips, and glided along your plush inner thighs. he leaned closer, suckling and biting at the flesh. you gasped almost each time, and it led to him fucking your poor, swollen cunt with his tongue. he teased you, nipped at you, made you feel…relaxed. safe. something you almost never felt. your fingers were tangled in his smooth, dark hair, pulling him up so that he could face you.

the eye contact you both shared made you break almost each time. crack, each time. until he had corrupted you. you were his. only his, and he knew it. but this time, the eye contact didn’t feel strange, and instead felt beautiful. like he was staring right into your soul, collecting every bit of information he could find inside your eyes and soul. feeling so many emotions at once, and you did, too. at last, you shut your eyes, kissing him once again. but this time, it was slow, intimate, daring…a feeling that was peculiarly indescribable. possibly, nirvana.

you don’t know how or when he had discreetly stripped down his dress pants, oh but god, it felt so great to see his length. he was fucking huge.

“are you sure it’ll fit?”

“i’ll make it fit, angel.” you thought you’d faint as soon as you heard the nickname. you had almost forgotten that you’d delved straight into the sinner’s arms.

he forced his tip inside you, a squeal escaping your lips. he was fucking thick.

“oh, john!” you moaned as he pushed his entire cock in you at once. john grasped your hand, showing you that you’d be okay. you attempted to squirm off of him a couple inches, but his waist held yours down.

“please…” you whispered, fingers curling on his knuckles. he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, so you whined.

“so tight, hmm?” you swore you could feel him in your cervix. every time he bucked his hips up into you, pushing you closer, and closer, to your climax.

“f - ha, john! let me cum, p-please!” your hand reached for the sheets so that you could entangle them into the soft fabric. too bad john didn’t want to let you go.

“cum all over my cock, baby…” his thrusts slowed, allowing you to finally let go. your wings shuddered as he caressed them and tugged softly at the feathers.

“a good angel shouldn’t be drooling for my cock like this, should it?” he teased, and you just whimpered in response.

he pressed his chapped lips against your soft, wet ones, sliding his tongue in.

it was like all he wanted to do was hold you and kiss you for hours, so much he wouldn’t even pull away for air, just so that the taste of his mouth and blood would stain you. mark you. you couldn’t pull away an inch, but oh, it felt so…good.

“my pathetic angel.” he whispered into your ear before he buried himself in your neck, pulling out of you and falling asleep. you wrapped your wings around him, knowing when you woke up in the morning, they’d be gone.

#boo’s thing #fanfiction #fanfic #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #john constantine #john constantine fanfic #john constantine x reader #john constantine 2005 #non metallica related

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song 23! try hard (5sos) + park sunghoon (spotify wrapped event)

she’s so out of reach, and i’m finding it hard ‘cause she makes me feel, makes me feel, like i try, like i try, like i’m trying too hard

happy birthday sunghoon! wrote this one especially without being requested because 23 is his jersey number and i wanted to celebrate him today :) hope he has the best day + year

Today starts out just like any other: Sunghoon wakes up thinking of you. Actually, technically his first thought was ‘Wow, I’m one year older today,’ but his next thought was about whether or not you’d wish him a happy birthday, so it still counts.

He checks his phone and fights his disappointment when he doesn’t see a text from you. Instead, he’s flooded both in the group chat and his private messages with well wishes. He sends polite ‘Thank you’s’ to his relatives, tells the guys to ‘fuck off’ in their group chat, and laughs at Jake’s very lengthy and emotional private text, which Sunghoon is sure his friend cried while writing.

Riki facetimes him seconds after seeing that he’s awake and tells him he’d better have his house ready for their joint birthday party tonight.

“Seriously, if your backyard is a mess when I get there, I’m going to clog your toilet so people piss in the yard and then you have to clean everything properly.” Ah, what an angel. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks, Riki.”

Then the younger hangs up, leaving a promise that he and the others will arrive before lunch for their planned ‘pre-party group only birthday pizza party’ and to help set up for the ‘real party.’ Sunghoon looks around his bedroom. It’s a little messy, because he lives in it so of course it is, but he knows the rest of his house is in order.

He already obsessively panic cleaned the whole place three days ago, when Jay confirmed that he’d sent you an invite. Man, he hopes you show up tonight. Not that he cares that much, of course (he cares very, very much). Because caring too much is bad, Sunghoon thinks. He can’t show his weakness, even when he is extremely weak. He wonders if he really has gone too far in his delusions and might now be descending into madness.

You care about him, or at least he thinks so, but you always seem so far above him, out of reach (“Is Y/N out of my league?” he asked once, chewing on his burger. “Yes,” chorused his friends. Lovely).

Sunghoon sighs and looks around at his room then begins to clean it up. He can’t have you seeing this mess (not that he’s being presumptuous in assuming you will be in his room or anything! This is Purely Hypothetical).

It’s only after he’s finished, and opened his presents from his family, and received the cake that his mother had delivered for him and the guys to enjoy that he finally opens the door and sees their faces.

Jake immediately tackles him in a hug, and Sunghoon feels like he can’t breathe as he squeezes him and shakes him around. His chest warms with happiness though, and through Jake’s shaking he glimpses Jungwon, Riki and Sunoo in front of him. Jake finally releases him and speaks.

“Sorry we’re late! We stopped for churros.”

Sunghoon furrows his brow. “You brought churros for the party?”

“No, I wanted churros,” Sunoo says, then takes a big bite. “Wan’ some?”

“I’m good,” he replies.

Riki pats Sunghoon on the back, then barges past him into the house and immediately begins examining it like some sort of teenage home inspector.

“Happy birthday,” says Sunoo, then follows Riki inside and immediately throws himself on the couch to finish his churro.

Jungwon repeats the sentiment then adds, “Jay and Heeseung are picking up the drinks and pizzas, they’ll be here soon.”

Thank god I made friends with Jay all those years ago, Sunghoon thinks, feeling very touched, Who else is rich enough to fund their friend’s birthday party?

“Very cool,” he replies, then drags Jungwon and Jake inside.

The other two arrive soon after and they enjoy a nice party without interruption for about 20 minutes until Sunghoon checks his phone and feels himself frown at it being void of notifications.

Are you busy, or did you forget his birthday? Do you just not care about him? If so, you should. He wore ripped jeans to impress you. He bleached his hair in the hopes you’d notice him (though that was also because he lost a bet with Jay). Is he just trying too hard?

“What’s up with you?” Heeseung asks him as he slaps a slice of pizza on top of another to make what is effectively a pizza sandwich.

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

Riki snatches his phone out of his hands and looks at the screen, where Sunghoon’s texts with you are open. “He’s pissy his girlfriend hasn’t texted him yet.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sunghoon says sadly, and Jake gives him a pat on the back in consolation.

“Don’t even stress,” says Sunoo airily. Sunghoon doesn’t like how unaffected he seems. Shouldn’t everyone wallow in his despair with him since it’s his birthday?

The younger continues, “I asked her yesterday and she said she’ll definitely be here. So we just need to make sure you look super hot tonight.”

He feels a flicker of hope arise in him.

“It’ll probably take a lot of work, but we’ve got time.”

The flicker sizzles and dies. He glowers at Sunoo. “Gee, thanks.”

However, true to his word, Sunoo makes sure that Sunghoon does look super hot. It’s actually insane how hot he looks. He admires himself in the mirror. Maybe being a try hard isn’t such a bad thing if he ends up looking as gorgeous as this.

The party starts without a hitch and is soon in full swing. His friends are all starting to get very drunk (except Jungwon and Riki, because Riki is waiting until midnight for the sake of integrity and Jungwon is a Good friend who is waiting with him) and Sunghoon feels himself getting a little cloudy minded too. But as he stumbles a little through the hall, he still can’t see you.

But there is someone who looks just like you at the end of the hall and in the kitchen right now. He walks towards them, squinting a little and hearing them laugh and say goodbye to someone who’s evidently leaving the kitchen. Wow, they even sound like you. As he enters the room, the person perks up and greets him, and when he blinks the blurriness out of his eyes, you appear in front of him.

Oh. “Hi Y/N,” Sunghoon says, flushing.

“Hey Sunghoon, happy birthday.” God, your smile is pretty. Your outfit is pretty too, and your hair and your face and your hands, where…

There’s a wrapped box in your hands, and you follow his gaze down to it, then start in surprise as if just remembering it. “Oh, yeah, this is for you! Where should I put it?”

Sunghoon is still trying to comprehend that you’re really here and talking to him as he tells you, “Just on the table is fine.”

Okay. This is his chance. Now or never. “Do you want to go to the backyard for a bit? I need some air.”

Maybe he’s hallucinating a little because of the alcohol (or delusion) but he swears you blush. “Sure.”

You follow him out to the back. He’s surprisingly steady for someone who’s had as many drinks as he has, and stops out on the back porch, turning to face you.

You clear your throat as he tries to get his pounding heart under control. “So how’s your day been so far?”

He can hear it beating in his eardrums, and hopes you can’t hear it too. “Yeah, good, good. Um, can’t really complain. I ate pizza.”

Sunghoon is really not sure what to say now. But apparently the alcohol in his system does, as he’s speaking before he’s even processed the words.

“Can I kiss you?” he says at the same time as you say, “I have another present for you.”

The both of you stare at each other for a moment, not having heard the other’s words. “What?” you ask.

Sunghoon feels his stomach churn and hears an alarm go off in his head. “Um, it’s nothing. You go first.”

You look away shyly for a second. Yep, you’re definitely blushing, he thinks. “I said I have another present for you. I was kind of waiting for the right time to give it to you.”

He’s surprised, if nothing else. “You didn’t have to get me two presents.”

He’s also curious. “So what is it?”

“Can you close your eyes?” You’re avidly avoiding his gaze.

Sunghoon obeys, and the darkness behind his eyes makes him all the more aware of the sound of his heart. He’s nervous and scared and anxious and frightened, and then all of it is melting away because your lips press themselves to his and you’re kissing him. You’re kissing him, and he’s kissing you. Sunghoon’s stomach flutters and he brings his hands to your waist. It’s a very good kiss, and he can taste a little bit of cake on your tongue as it deepens.

Then you’re pulling back and Sunghoon is metaphorically and literally breathless. You kissed him. He kissed you.

“Happy birthday, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon’s face breaks out into a grin and he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. He tugs you into his chest and looks down at you. “Thanks.”

And he kisses you again.

#finished at 11:43pm kst holyyyyy close call #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagine #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #park sunghoon imagine #park sunghoon scenarios #park sunghoon imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagine #2023 spotify wrapped event !#written works !

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The Black Death: Part 6

On the fifth night of Wilhelm's confinement within the dungeon, he had become extremely ill. Boils covered his pale, sickly body as he sat feebly in the corner of the cold stone room. In his final moments, he looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. Before him stood three spirits—the ghost of his late wife Fiona, her severed head floating in front of her body, clearly enraged. She looked to Wilhelm and said, "You thought death would spare you from the consequences of your malevolence, Wilhelm. Your cruelty did not die with me; it festered and grew in the heart of our daughter, whom you callously mistreated after my passing. You dared to execute me when our child was but a tender three years old, denying her a mother's love and subjecting her to the darkness you embody. Your reign was built on the foundation of my demise, but now, in death, I return to witness your kingdom crumble and your soul wither in eternal torment. The suffering you've sown will be your only legacy."

Wilhelm looked blankly at the spirits, unable to fathom what he saw before his eyes. Before he could respond, the spirit of his father, King Wilhelm IV, interrupted, "Wilhelm, my son, you may have taken my crown 29 years ago, lifting the burden that weighed heavily upon me. Yet, as I gaze upon the path you've chosen, my heart is heavy with disappointment. The legacy you've crafted is one of cruelty and callousness, and in your pursuit of power, you've lost the essence of true kingship. May you find redemption in the afterlife, for your deeds have left a stain on the very realm you were meant to protect."

Finally, the sad spirit of King Wilhelm's dear uncle Arthur stood before him, bearing a somber expression. Arthur extended his hand to his nephew, and Wilhelm reached up to him.

The following morning, as the guards were doing their rounds, they saw that Wilhelm had met his demise, lying lifeless on the cold stone floor, covered in markings of the plague. The plague doctors were called to collect the King's body and deliver it to Westsimster Abbey. They wrapped him in a thick blanket and sealed it with wax to prevent further infection. Meanwhile, upstairs in the castle, Cordelia, Augusta, and Prince Wilhelm sat in their chamber reminiscing. Suddenly, the doors flung open, and guards poured in, accompanied by Sir Oliver Coles, the King's advisor. He was holding a note which he immediately read out to the family.

"It is with deep sorrow that we announce the passing of our sovereign, King Wilhelm V, who reigned over Windenburg from the year 1320 until his demise today, on the 4th day of winter, 1349. In mourning his loss, we reflect on the challenges faced during his rule. With the final toll of the bell, we bid farewell to a dark chapter in our history."

Oliver and the guards looked to the young Prince Wilhelm and bowed before him, stating, "The king is dead, long live the king." Wilhelm was blown away by this news; he couldn't believe his ears. Now at only 11 years old, he would have to rule a kingdom. Cordelia was shocked upon hearing the news, and sadness overcame her, more so for the lost potential in her late husband, now consumed by death's final grasp. Yet, Augusta was clearly overjoyed by this. The young King looked down to his guards in disbelief, knowing the weight that has been thrust upon him and the struggles he was bound to face.

On the morning of the 6th day of winter, crowds gathered around Westsimster Abbey for the funeral of King Wilhelm V. Many couldn't believe he was really dead. Wilhelm's body was placed on the altar that held many of his ancestors before him, guarded by two men. The young King, his mother Dowager Queen Cordelia, and his half-sister Augusta stood off to the side, staring in disbelief at the body. The King walked up to the altar and stood before the mass of citizens.

"Good people of Windenburg, Today, we gather not just to mourn the passing of a king but to acknowledge the pain caused by a chapter in our history. My father, King Wilhelm, ruled with a heavy hand, and the consequences of his actions weigh heavily on our hearts. I stand before you, not only as the heir to the throne but as a son who witnessed the suffering of our people.

In the wake of my father's tyranny, I extend a heartfelt apology to each one of you. The darkness that shrouded Windenburg under his rule will not define our future. It is my solemn promise to rebuild this kingdom, to mend the wounds inflicted upon it, and to restore the prosperity that once graced our land. To guide us in this journey, I advocate for the regency of my mother, Queen Cordelia. Her wisdom, compassion, and unwavering love for Windenburg make her the beacon of hope we desperately need. Under her leadership, I believe we can forge a new era—a chapter marked not by oppression but by unity, justice, and prosperity. Henceforth, I choose to be known as King Edward, taking my second name as a regnal name—a symbol of breaking free from the shadows of the past. No longer shall our kings be shackled by the mistakes of their predecessors. I aspire to rebuild Windenburg, not as an echo of the past, but as a beacon of hope for a brighter future."

With those words, King Edward concluded his address, his voice echoing through the abbey. The crowd remained silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of his words, before erupting into applause. They knew that they had a king who would lead them with compassion and determination, a king who would guide them through the challenges ahead. In the back of the crowd stood a group of religious figures, members of the Jacoban clergy, stood with anger etched upon their faces. Back at the Parish of St. Jacob, Paul Leudemond, the high priest of the Jacoban church, was particularly vocal in his opposition. He argued that Cordelia's regency would lead to a weakening of the kingdom, as it would undermine the authority of the king. He proposed that Richard, the late King Wilhelm's cousin and a staunch supporter of the Jacoban faith, be appointed as lord protector of King Edward. This move, he believed, would ensure the continued dominance of the Jacoban church and restore order to Windenburg.

"The appointment of a woman as regent is a grave mistake," Leudemond declared, his voice echoing with conviction. "It threatens to unravel the very fabric of our society. We cannot allow a woman, especially one of Bagley blood, to wield such power. It goes against the natural order of things."

Leudemond's words were met with murmurs of agreement from the clergy gathered around him. They nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting a shared sense of urgency and determination.

"We must act swiftly to rectify this situation," Leudemond continued, his tone growing more impassioned. "We cannot allow Cordelia to undermine the authority of the king. We must appoint Richard as lord protector of King Edward. He is a man of strong Jacoban faith, and he will ensure that our traditions and values are upheld."

The clergy listened intently, their eyes fixed on Leudemond as he spoke. They knew that their plan was bold, but they were willing to take the risk. They were prepared to challenge the authority of the crown in order to safeguard the future of Windenburg and the Jacoban church.

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jadedrrose · 2 years

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HII I just saw ur law/kinktober event and wanted to request!! (Feel free to ignore/decline it💪💪)

— semi public sex OR cockwarming!! (Any will do!!)

Canon au pls! So basically it's readers first time wearing a sort of revealing swimsuit (sleeveless and the neck/collar being shown and it's hella tight💀)

Fem reader, can be gender neutral if u want<333

That's all, thank you!!! Again, feel free to ignore/decline. Have a nice day 💋💋💋💋 kisses xx 🔥🔥

I was going to apologize for getting wayyy too carried away and adding extra kinks with this one, but then I remembered you said anything will do. So I delivered.

Warnings: very very smutty. Semi public sex, cockwarming, edging/overstimulation, and some name calling (slut, whore) But then also caring Law afterwards.

Yes I changed my banner thing again. Shh.

You didn’t often have a chance to have a beach day. Which was ironic, being a pirate and all. But it was true nonetheless. Law preferred to keep the Polar Tang submerged most of the time, so you’d spent most days underneath the ocean waters, not ever stopping long enough to go explore the beaches and have fun.

However, this time was different. The island you’d be docking at was known for having some of the most amazing beaches. From restaurants that had locally famous food, to the small beach getaway areas for those who wanted it, to the party atmosphere of the main beach. The crew was basically on their knees begging Law to stop for at least a day. He eventually agreed, probably to just shut them up though. So now everybody was getting ready for a beach day.

Admittedly, you hadn’t worn a bikini in a few years. Probably not since you’d started sailing with Law. So you’d bought a brand new one just for today.

Except you hadn’t tried it on until it was time to go.

It was… very revealing, left nothing to hide, to say the least. Your breasts were nearly spilling out of the top. You’d have to get Law to triple knot the ties so it wouldn’t fall off.

The bottoms were a little better. It covered a good amount of your ass, at least the most important parts. But then the front was low cut, leaving your hips and curves that led to your thighs all on display.

Law was in the bedroom, waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom so you could leave.

“Law?” You called, “I need some help.”

The halfway open door to the bathroom was pushed fully opened as he entered the room, and before he could even ask what it was, his eyes went wide at the sight of you.

“Umm… I need help tying it,” you asked, bashfully.

“Fuck, y/n. Nearly killed me.” He cursed as he began tying the strings for you.

“Huh?”

“Your body, y/n-ya. That damn bikini,” he stammered, trying to explain himself.

You’d honestly never caught him off guard like that, with an outfit at least.

“Well, I think I’m gonna wear a cover up anyway. I don’t need the boys acting up.”

While Law was disappointed that your extremely hot figure would be semi-hidden, he agreed with you. Two certain crew members never failed to hide their perverted stares or act like complete idiots trying to impress whatever poor woman it was they found attractive.

When he finished tying the knots, Law turned to the closet and pulled out his black button up shirt. “You can use this,” he said, handing the shirt to you.

You nodded and put your arms through it, taking the two ends of the shirt and tying it just underneath your breasts. While there was still a ton of cleavage showing, you still felt better about it.

—

The day had gone smoothly, so far. The crew had goneinsane at the beach, all of them rushing to the water to swim and nearly drown each other.

On the other hand, Law (and you) stayed back, sitting on some towels you’d laid out over the sand.

There were two reasons Law had decided to stay back. One, he would obviously drown if he went into the ocean water, being a devil fruit user. Second… it was becoming incredibly hard to hide his erection that you’d caused with that damn bikini.

When the sun had started going down and most of the crew wandered off to a bar on the beach, Law decided he needed to do something about it, because at this point, it was incredibly painful.

“I’d thought we’d go to one of those private spots. So you can actually wear the bikini, you know?” He suggested, trying to cover up his real motives.

You smiled, knowing that was definitely not the reason Law wanted to get away from everyone. Well, maybe it was partially true, since you knew he was itching to see you, uncovered, in it again.

So the two of you set off for one of the spots. Except, when you found them… they weren’t all that private.

They were closer to the jungle side of the island, so there were some trees which provided coverage. But it’s not like there was any enclosed space, and anybody could mistakenly walk into an occupied spot. At least the path went around the spot rather than through it.

Law laid the towels out again, sitting down with a groan.

“Poor baby, I didn’t think this bikini would have that much of an affect on you,” you giggled, sliding Law’s shirt off of yourself and planting yourself in his lap.

“D-don’t fucking talk to me like that. I’m not your poor baby,” Law protested, scowling at you.

“But you are, Law,” you said, taking his hat off of his head and brushing your hand through his hair. You giggled. “I’m only teasing, baby.”

He rolled his eyes, annoyed from his… situation. But, as you gently rubbed down on his hardened cock, he let out a hiss.

“I can take care of it, you know.”

“But here? These spots are a lot less private than I thought they’d be.” He noted.

“‘s okay, nobody will accidentally walk in,” you said. “With how loud you make me moan.”

You felt Law’s hand smacking down onto your ass in response to your comment, which in turn made you giggle again.

Deciding that he wasn’t going to protest it anymore, you decided to get things started. You reached around to untie the bikini top just enough that it was barely holding together, breasts threatening to spill out.

“You made me tie that four times so it wouldn’t come off only to do this. Do you want it to fall off?” Law questioned.

“Now? Yes. Earlier, no,” you answered.

Law sighed, moving one of hands away from your hips and onto your breast, cupping it through the thin fabric of the bikini. He could feel your hardened nipple through it.

“These barely even cover you, why’d you pick this out?”

“I didn’t know it would fit like this,” you admitted. “I just grabbed the first thing that caught my eye.”

“Well, now you’ve really caught my eye, and probably the whole crew’s” Law remarked.

You giggled before grinding your covered cunt down onto him again. “Now, can we get started? Actually?”

“Fine,” Law said.

You moved yourself back to pull his cock out of his shorts at an incredibly fast speed, and before Law knew it, you were stroking him with your hand, moving down so you could shove your tits around his aching cock.

Without even giving Law a moment to get ready, you began squeezing your breasts and moving up and down, kissing his tip every time you moved downward. His hands flew up to you, one hand bunching up your hair into his fist and the other grabbing at your shoulder and squeezing it. You let out a sweet giggle as Law’s head fell back, a moan emitting from his lips.

“Ah- shit, y/n,” he stuttered, “you’re that desperate for my cock?” It was his attempt at regaining control over you. But the way you batted your eyelashes up at him as the tip of him was sucked between your lips, drool slipping out of your mouth and down to your breasts where the rest of his cock was being squeezed, it had him struggling to do anything at all.

You continued your movements, wanting Law to cum on your breasts. You knew he was already close with the way he was struggling, and how you’d left him aching all day long.

His knee shot up as you took more into your mouth, sucking even harder, making it grinding straight into your clothed pussy. You let out a moan from the friction, but with your mouth already being full, it simply caused a wave of vibrations onto his cock, throwing Law over the edge.

He let out another moan, and you pulled your lips off him with a loud pop just as he began climaxing. You smiled and licked your lips as his cum dribbled out of his cock onto them before spilling the rest over your breasts.

You swiped up what landed on your mouth with your tongue, swallowing it.

Law was panting, slowly moving to sit back up, releasing his grip on you. The sight in front of him just made him feel more weak though.

You, on your knees, spread out over his lap with your bikini top barely hanging on, his cum spilled all over your breasts.

“You look like such a slut,” he spoke through heavy breaths. “I like it.”

You smirked. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, baby.”

Law rolled his eyes, finally regaining his composure. He swiped his fingers over your breasts, gathering all the cum up and shoving it into your mouth.

“You better swallow it all, after what you did,” he said.

You gladly sucked all the hot seed off his fingers, moaning around them just to make him lose his mind that much more.

Now Law wanted to flip the situation. He pulled his fingers away, wiping your spit off onto his thigh. Before you could even make your next move, Law grabbed you, flipping you over onto your back against the towel.

“Agh! Law, what are you doing?”

“Be quiet, whore,” he spat. “I’m punishing you.”

“For what?!” You cried.

With incredible speed, his fingers shoved the bikini bottoms off of you and slid his fingers right inside of you. He smirked as he realized you’d been soaking wet this whole time.

“For your little act,” he told you. “Teasing me all day. Making the others stare at you. Then what you just did, trying to dominate me. Ain’t gonna happen, dear.”

You moaned and squirmed as his fingers fucked you at a relentless pace. “I- I’m sorry!” You cried out, “I won’t do it again, Law!”

“You’d better not.”

To add to your pleasure, Law’s thumb pressed down onto your clit, rubbing fast circles onto it.

“Mmh! Law, I’m- fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Really?” He challenged you, “what makes you think I’m going to allow that?”

“Wh-what?! No, please, Law! I’ll be good!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” he spoke, “you won’t get to cum until I say so.”

He then pulled his fingers out of you, and you cried, fist hitting the sand next to you in frustration. The feeling of reaching climax quickly left you, and Law simply smirked down at you, probably internally laughing at you.

But then he pushed his shorts back down, grabbing your hips and sliding you up so your ass was against his lap.

He grabbed his once again hardened cock, sliding it through your folds, coating himself in your juices. To tease you, he pressed himself into your red, swollen clit, causing you to jump, a moan falling from your lips.

“Promise you won’t try that shit again?” He asked, lining himself up with your hole.

“Yes, Law! I swear! I’ll be your good slut,” You pleaded.

With a light chuckle, Law inserted himself into you, thrusting deep and harshly. Already, he was being relentless. Refusing to give you even a second to adjust to the size of his cock.

“Law! I- I can’t take it!” You screamed, moaning and choking on tears.

“Yes you can,” he insisted, “you always have.”

“B-but you won’t let me adjust! I… I can’t do it! You’re too big, baby!”

Law groaned at your words, hands gripping the flesh of your hips tightly. “That’s too bad, then,” he continued thrusting, “you’ll just have to cry and take it.”

He slammed himself into you, pulling on you to meet with him. You were certain he was leaving bruises on your insides. You’d be aching for days.

You screamed his name, tears ruining the mascara you’d put on earlier. Unfortunately for you, Law liked that look on you. The black makeup smeared down your flushed cheeks as the tears kept flowing. You were officially all fucked out, unable to even moan his name.

“What, have I already ruined you?” Law laughed, “you can’t even say my name. How pathetic.”

Your mouth hung open, moans growing weak as he continued fucking you at the same relentless speed.

Then his right hand left your hips, finding it’s new place on your clit, rubbing the over sensitive bud. “Cum, you fucking whore,” he demanded.

The new sensation caused you to shake, crying out as you came on his cock. But Law didn’t stop there.

He kept going until he too was cumming, and at this point you could no longer comprehend anything. All you could feel was his hot cum filling you up, and then there was a weight on you.

Law had collapsed on top of you. Too tired to even pull himself out, he simply laid there breathing heavily onto your neck.

“Law?” You said, slowly waking up from the daze he’d put you in.

“What, y/n-ya?” He breathed out, goatee scratching your neck as he spoke.

You simply huffed, wrapping your arms around him.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, pulling his head back to look at you.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Just… tired.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I’ll take care of you. Just gotta… get back to the sub first.”

You groaned, hating the idea of having to walk all the way back. “I don’t want to,” you whined. “Feels like you broke my back.”

“I’ll carry you,” he suggested.

After another moment, Law pulled out of your cunt and put his cock away. He gently slid the bottoms back onto you, then tying your top securely again, before finally sliding his black shirt through your arms, letting it sit open on you.

He sat you up, brushing your messy hair out of your face and kissing you. “You did good,” he praised. “Maybe I’ll reward you, now.”

“I just wanna sleep… maybe tomorrow,” you said.

“Okay,” he lifted you up into his arms, the beach towel wrapped around you.

Honestly, both of you had forgotten that this was still technically a public space. The crew was waiting at the spot on the beach you’d all initially been at. Penguin and Shachi were snickering and falling onto each other like the dumbasses they were.

“Did you have fun, Captain?”

Then they both burst out laughing, running away before Law could even do anything.

“You two will be on cleaning duty for a month if you keep that shit up!” He yelled as they made their escape, the rest of the crew silently following behind.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #law x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #request #jadedrrose lawctober event

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neillsblog-7 · 11 months

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I beat the Guardians of the galaxy game off a recommendation from a friend and it is wonderful! Absolutely stellar on all fronts, especially the writing and dialogue. I was worried i was gonna get tired by the halfway point but in fact i was disappointed there wasn’t more to this game. The Guardians all interact with each other constantly and it’s never boring either and in fact is hilarious. The entire voice cast is phenomenal as every single guardian is able to convey their characters so well and do their own spin on things despite having some influences from the gunn films (notably Drax and Rocket). Peter’s voice actor specifically and Peter’s character as a whole is so perfectly done and handled correctly that in my mind this is my definitive star lord. Shout out to Drax’s voice actor too since he was able to deliver an incredibly emotional reaction from me during his moments, one standout being him and peter’s conversation on Knowhere.

The story itself is really pleasant full of really cool twists and turns which has an extremely satisfying payoff in the final act. I was completely engrossed in each and every single Guardian’s struggle and the way their emotional moments were handled was nothing short of beautiful, Drax being the highlight. I won’t spoil but the introduction and handling of “Nikki” is also nothing short of tragic and heartbreaking and who’s conflict had me moved. Overall it’s an extremely well done story about grief and learning to let go and accept what happened.

While the gameplay itself isn’t revolutionary, it’s pretty effective at immersing yourself as Peter Quill or rather Star-lord as you command the rest of your team into battle and have to constantly figure out the best way to combo all their moves into one. Plus this game features a move called “huddle up” which upon giving the proper motivation and speech, boosts the entire team while also playing a selected song off peter’s music player which all flows into one awesome crescendo!

All in all, if you still have an itch for more guardians after Vol. 3, please check this one out! It’s an incredibly fun take on the characters and it is such a blast to play and it’s story is so rewarding, especially to those who don’t even know anything about the guardians. A fun game i recommend to anyone to experience

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy game #playstation #ps4 #star lord #rocket raccoon #marvel games

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captorsicallfriends · 3 months

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so i finally watched the pjo finale after a long day of school (spoilers below the cut)

LUKE'S VOICEOVER OH MY FUCKING GODS 10/10 NO NOTES

finally they showed luke training percy, it would have been more meaningful at the start spending more time at camp though and showing more interactions with annabeth to establish that bond

it was really interesting seeing luke talk to percy about the gods. good foreshadowing and LOVED luke's analogy to spiders, fucking slayed.

THE WAVE THING THAT HAPPENED DURING THE ARES FIGHT!!! 10/10 NO NOTES (will be using this phrase a lot sorry not sorry)

returned the helm. hmm good yeah

annabeth giving percy the necklace!!!! ahhhh!!!

grover's 'this could've been an email' is so relatable fr

olympus looks kinda cool ngl, like a slightly modernised ancient city. i loved the brewing storms over the empire state building but it would've been better if that weather was there throughout the whole quest since that was mean to show how pissed zeus was.

i would much prefer olympus in its glam and glory from the books and the bright white tones that pretty much set olympus apart and made it so intimidating.

percy bowing his head and returning the bolt. hmmm yes shows the gravity of his meeting.

i loved zeus' whole vibe during this scene, no longer pissed about the lack of plane ride since it was perfectly made up for with zeus' insistence to continue the war. hmm the things really do come together here.

percy telling him about kronos and zeus being like 'i don't need a lecture about my father' was honestly amusing to see but delivered like percy was about to be smited just for bringing him up, yesss, really shows how zeus really doesn't want to deal with it.

is it just me or does zeus' indifference towards kronos rising and him being like 'yeah we do that sort of thing all the time' feel weird to me? maybe i'm reading into it too much because one thing that i noticed in the books was that he really doesn't like talking about kronos and acts like he still fears him (see: hades being frightened about it when percy brings it up). idk i'm prolly just nitpicking

'i will not be weakened by my brothers' 'you already are. your family's a mess' PERCY FUCKING SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN 10/10 NO NOTES.

percy: *tells zeus that his family doesn't love him and that he needs therapy and that his daddy will come put him into place* zeus: yeah this little shit needs to die. (loved that, btw)

POSEIDON STOPPING ZEUS FROM KILLING PERCY AND SURRENDERING FOR HIS SAKE????? 10/10 NO NOTES (also the bolt looked really fucking cool in this scene)

'[percy] is a forbidden son, he shouldn't exist' 'neither should your thalia' YOU TELL HIM POSEIDON

guys we finally got the ancient greek convo that zeus and poseidon had in the books!!!! this is everything i've been wanting for ages!!!!! (also i'm no expert but it sounded really good to me, ofc i have no reasonable information to base my judgement on so don't come at me)

zeus wanting to embarrass poseidon in front of the council?? hhhh the dysfunctional relationships are dysfunctioning!!!! and looking at poseidon's face, you can see how upset he is at having his pride crushed like that but it's all worth it!!!

also zeus 'family business' is one way of describing your father returning from his retirement home to kill you all.

very flashy exit from zeus. disappointed that the 'your uncle has always had a flair for dramatic exits, he would have done very well as the god of theatre' line didn't make it. again i'm just nitpicking but i loved poseidon's sheer sass in that comment.

you can tell from my extremely detailed analysis that the olympus scene was my favourite out of the entire show. what can i say, 10/10 no notes.

lance reddick as zeus, you will always be famous. may you rest in peace

that being said, i hope whoever is recast as zeus should the show continue matches lance's portrayal because it's fucking perfect to me.

the sheer intimidation and prideful rage we saw from zeus??? the divine fury?? that needed to be established for all the gods, especially ares and hades.

the interaction between poseidon and percy was so good!!! toby stephens really gets poseidon so well

poseidon calling ares a moron is so fucking funny btw. nothing like good old uncle-nephew beef

also how the fuck did sally 'high school dropout' jackson teach percy classics-grad level ancient greek??? why would he have not learnt it at camp like poseidon assumed??

'do you dream about mom?' OH MY GODS THE POSALLY IS POSALLYING

really weird for a sea pearl to return percy in the middle of a fucking field near camp. like not even a lake???

percy staring at thalia's tree was sooooooooo (screams)

loved the welcome back that percy received but would have been more impactful if percy had spent more time at camp and we saw how he was kinda ostracised as a forbidden kid

luke requesting a meeting in the woods???? i see...

the betrayal scene was really good but i'm a little disappointed about not getting the scorpion because it felt so much more serious i feel like.

loved luke trying to recruit percy though

was backbiter always able to open portals??? i don't remember it's been like a month since i reread the pjo series.

loved how luke switched from recruiting to fighting percy right after he said 'i met your dad' hhhhhhhh so good

annabeth throwing the dagger?? slay

wow no one in that godsforsaken writers' room wants annabeth to have a single emotion. this is supposed to be the girl who says 'family, luke, you promised' and justifies luke any chance she gets. she should not be this stoic, i think.

loved how luke ran away instead of fighting annabeth. no one messes with my girl.

chiron's discussion with percy hmmmmm, feels a little early to have percy realise luke was right. like yeah in the books he heavily disagrees with the gods but it's not until heroes of olympus where he's like 'you know what, luke had a point'

dionysus being surprised at percy's name was so funny btw. and so was him yelling at the campers to get the fuck out.

PERCY ASKING ANNABETH ABOUT THALIA'S FEELINGS AND ANNABETH GOING 'percy, it's a fucking tree' FHJSFHKJSD

annabeth being scared of disney world is so funny. poor girl is still recovering from waterland

also can i just say she looks so pretty in this scene, i love the hair

percy's 'just be a kid' hhhhhhhh

grover's searcher's licence being a flower??? lmao

percy being so done with kronos in his dreams is so real of him

'did you have another nightmare' 'yeah, grandpa' 'ew don't call him that' so funny by the way

it was an interesting detail seeing that percy was telling sally about his dreams, i like it tbh

'he told me don't forget to tell your mom you love her' 'kronos, lord of the titans, said that?' 'he could have' percy jackson, you will always be famous

percy's final narration is really good, it's more optimistic than in the books, where he was like 'if you think you're one of us, that's not good' but here he was like 'yeah you're probably right, and we might need you'. it's not bad, per se, but the tone it sets is very different.

the change with sally and gabe. hmmm. well what else were they going to do? not fucking surprised.

FINAL THOUGHTS

the finale was overall so good as an episode, where the fuck was this energy for the rest of the show??? it's like they put all the action and tension into just this and ran out of it for the rest of the show. i hope the show gets renewed so i can see my babies walker, leah, and aryan again but i'm scared to see what else they (rick riordan and co) would fuck up.

#diya's musings #pjo tv #pjo tv spoilers #no one will end up reading my long incoherent ramblings i fear

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band-aids after work ✦ yeonbin.

✦ in which yeonjun and soobin fight on valentine’s day. pairing: chwe soobin × chwe yeonjun. genre: romance; angst & fluff. word count: 1,910 before you read/warnings: harsh language. note: happy little late valentine's day! I hope you enjoy my first fic. and a big thanks to @moonlighthoon for proofreading and helping with corrections.

Sometimes life is a bitch. And it just so happened to be a full-on bitch on Valentine’s Day. February 14th was a usually packed and busy day, but it seemed like every client that day at the flower shop had agreed on having a crappy attitude. Maybe it was because of his own crappy attitude, but it’s not like he was taking it out on anyone. You attract what you put out into the world. If anything, he was doing double the effort to keep his client-friendly-smile and not scream every time the doorbell rang announcing a new customer.

After his last client, he rushed to the door to change the sign from Open to Closed and sat exhausted in front of it. Having now the time to do something other than prick his hands with thorns and think of arranging bouquets, he took out his phone and checked his messages. Still no messages from his boyfriend which wasn’t a surprise after their fight earlier that day. Soobin let out a sigh, ruffled his hair in frustration, then stood up with difficulty and walked up to the front desk. He still had to clean up the mess of fallen petals, leaves and cut stems. As he put his phone on the desk with Yeonjun’s chat opened, he finally thought of an idea so obvious it hurt that he didn’t think of it before.

“So, what do you have planned for later today?” asked Yeonjun with a raspy voice and still a little woozy from his sleep. As the owner of a business, Soobin had to get to work rather early, but Yeonjun always woke up to say goodbye and make good use of their short time together before he left.

“Mmm… I was thinking maybe we could celebrate some other time. You know I’m packed with orders for the day”, said Soobin as he put a sweatshirt over a white shirt and fixed the collar. Yeonjun pressed his lips tightly against each other not in annoyance, but a bit of disappointment. He was looking forward to that year’s Valentine’s Day as it was their first after moving in together. But he still understood; it was Soobin’s second Valentine's since he opened the shop and was witness of how busy it was even on the first, when the business had barely started. “Then what do you have planned for some other day?” He asked again letting out a light chuckle to reassure his boyfriend that it didn’t bother him much.

“You choose”, smiled Soobin back, not thinking much about his reply. “Again?”, asked the other with a slightly annoyed tone. “I always choose”, he continued.

“Because you know I’m up for anything you want to do.” “Soobin, we agreed that you’d plan it this time”, said Yeonjun firmly. “You know I’ve been occupied with work, making sure I get the flowers delivered on time, that I receive the advance payments of the booked orders and actually making the bouquets”, said the blondie as calmly as he could. “And I understand. I’m not asking you to plan a big party and spend your afternoon making thousands of calls right away.” Yeonjun, a little more awake, stood up and got closer to Soobin, hugging him.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Soobin asked annoyed; a bit too proud to admit his share of the problem. As fast as his boyfriend hugged him, he broke contact. He stepped back looking at him and let out a chuckle in disbelief.

“Pay attention, maybe?” said Yeonjun with a louder volume in his voice. “I’ve always been extremely open with my interests. You know? It’s not hard to use your head and get a thing or two out of it and build something from there.” He couldn’t believe that after all that time Soobin seemed clueless about him and he still had to teach him how to boyfriend.

“Are you saying I can’t think by myself?” Interfered Soobin, frowning. “That’s what you got out of everything I just said?” “It is?” “It’s not, Soobin. Stop trying to twist my words.” “Then what do you mean?” “Exactly what I just said! It’s not hard to make a plan that works when we’ve been together for years! How is it so hard for you to understand?” Both were already screaming. Tensed bodies and quick paced breaths, clearly agitated. But this time there was no reply, they just stood still looking into each other’s eyes, like the one to look away first would lose and therefore be at fault. Yeonjun exhaled sharply and filled the silence.

“I love you, Soobin, but it’s like I’m the only one putting thought and effort into this relationship.” “I do!” “Then show it!” And they fell silent again. The screams still resonated in the room and in their ears, like the static of an old television. “For someone with such a romantic job, you do suck at being romantic with your own partner.”

Soobin took his keys out of his front pocket and inserted the corresponding one in the doorknob. If the keys didn’t do enough noise to announce his arrival, him tripping with the step at the entrance did. Yeonjun stood up from the couch and went up to Soobin calling his name. Before he could say anything, the blondie held up a bouquet with both hands in front of him: a few red roses with rips on the petals and dark spots as a sign of wilting, with a couple of white chrysanthemums and baby’s breath to fill some empty spaces. “I wanted to give you roses, prettier ones, but these were all I had left”, he said as he passed his boyfriend the bouquet, who, other than his wide-open eyes, looked pretty much unfazed by the gift. He looked at the flowers, then at Soobin and his extended hands in front of him. Feeling the need to continue explaining himself, he continued “They’re still roses, they hold the same meaning, that I love… I love you”, saying the last bit in an almost whisper.

That was the first time. The first time Soobin had said he loved Yeonjun. It’s not like he didn’t feel it before, but it had been hard for him to express his feelings with words. Although he said it as an impulse, he didn’t regret saying it; maybe it was the best way to show the other that he cared, a lot. So, this was a big deal. But the eldest didn’t hesitate to quickly leave the room with no change of expression, leaving Soobin confused and with a growing feeling of uneasiness. Was Yeonjun still mad? Did he not like the flowers? Did it make things worse? Or did he not like the confession? Were they breaking up?!

These thoughts were flooding Soobin’s head, meanwhile Yeonjun came back with an aid kit in the flowers’ stead. He grabbed one of the other’s hands and guided him to the couch where they sat down. He then proceeded to take each of Soobin’s hands and clean the small cuts and cover them with band-aids, one by one. Both hands had been continuously pricked with the flowers’ thorns during his shift.

“Yeonjun, I’m so sorry”, said Soobin breaking the silence, still puzzled. “You should get gardening gloves”, was the reply he got back as he put a band-aid on his thumb’s tip; not exactly the one he was expecting, he still didn’t understand what was going on, but at least he was talking to him.

“Please don’t break up with me.” His anxiety grew and the air felt more tense by every second Yeonjun didn’t say anything related to the subject. Yeonjun placed one last band-aid and started packing the unused ones and the hydrogen peroxide, still not answering. “I’m really sorry.” continued in despair, “Are you still angry?” “Of course I’m angry, dumbass!”

He was visually agitated and made eye contact after avoiding it since Soobin got home. “Do you really think we are going to break up cause of one stupid fight?! And even more after you finally told me you loved me!” Soobin was caught off guard, then had to fight the urge to smile; a fight he naturally lost. He felt bad for doing so when Yeonjun was in the middle of a very serious speech, but he was mostly relieved. Plus, Yeonjun mixing in his thrill for the confession was very adorable in his eyes. And thank god he had a pretty smile that made his boyfriend melt and forget about everything, cause if it weren’t for it, he would’ve already received a good punch for the same reason he had to try and restrain it in the first place.

Yeonjun let out a sigh as he started to calm down. “Look, Soobin. You have to understand that as long as we’re together we’ll continue to have this type of problems and argue over them. So one, I need you to be a hundred percent in his with me, weigh in and be honest. And two, stop thinking I’ll let you go that easy.” Soobin nodded while blinking softly. “I promise I’ll try.” And Yeonjun knew he meant I just because of his tone of voice and choice of words. Because promising he’d do it from that moment onward would be a lie. He may do it, but being a human, he was always prone to make mistakes, even the same one. “I don’t want to make you feel like you’re alone again. I’m really sorry”, Soobin apologized again.

“To be fair, I was thinking on an empty stomach”, added Yeonjun rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m also sorry. I was too harsh on you even though I knew where you stood.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of minutes, laughing awkwardly every now and then. They had finally reached the calm after the storm, so they wanted to stay and enjoy the fresh and serene breeze of the ocean. The grand noise and intense quaking were no longer scary; they became gentle and relaxing.

“Now let’s go.” Yeonjun stood up and stretched his hand out. “Where to?” Soobin looked at the hand puzzled but didn’t hesitate to hold it.

“It’s still Valentine’s.”

The car trunk was accommodated with blankets, a white big one to soften the surface and a small yellow one just to add color; pillows of all sizes and textures; and star shaped string lights hanging along the back seats to add environment and light to the space, also complementing the color of the small banket. Yeonjun had prepare it after getting home, knowing they would make up by the end of the day. It was cozy and warm, and being there, together, made it all so much better. Yeonjun was sitting up with a laptop resting on his thighs playing a movie. Meanwhile Soobin, laying by his side while interlocking arms, had found a better pillow in his boyfriend’s shoulder, and watched him more than the movie he chose.

“I really love you”, maybe it was the sleepiness talking, but he did mean it, making Yeonjun blush and look back at him, with only a few inches in between their faces.

“You really became more comfortable after saying it once”, said Yeonjun grabbing Soobin’s nose between his fingers and shaking it lovingly. Soobin laughed softly and snuggled more up the other’s neck.

“I love you too.”

#wntrnghts #winter ☁️#valentines day #tomorrow x together #txt fic #txt oneshots #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #yeonjun x soobin #txt yeonbin #yeonbin #yeonbin fic #txt soojun #soojun #soojun fic #txt fluff #txt angst

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Broadcast News (1987)

It never dawned on me that you might feel anxious during a romantic comedy until I watched Broadcast News. This film has strong opinions about what reporting should be, along with rich characters, big laughs, wonderful dialogue and a love triangle that keeps you wondering. It’s over 2 hours long but when it ends you’ll find yourself wishing for a director’s cut, or a sequel - anything to get even a little bit more.

At a news station in Washington, D.C., handsome and charismatic - but not particularly bright - Tom Grunick (William Hurt) is hired as a new anchorman. He’s the opposite of Aaron Altman (Albert Brooks), a talented writer-reporter who melts when placed in front of the camera. Aaron's best friend is Jane Craig (Holly Hunter), the station's intense and passionate news producer. She consistently manages to get things done just in the nick of time - but just barely. There’s always been a sort of unspoken agreement between Jane and Aaron but Tom's arrival - and her attraction to him - threatens to disrupt it.

In so many films, the characters have a job but their careers are little more than a way to move us from one gag to another or a backdrop. Writer, director, and producer James L. Brooks cares about broadcast news as much as he does the people in this film. He cares so much that Broadcast News can even be a little off-putting to audiences. While Aaron might admire Tom for his telegenic qualities and willingness to coach him, they're rivals. Not because both are attracted to Jane; because in Aaron’s eyes, Tom embodies everything wrong with “today’s news”. Tom is likable but as far as Aaron’s concerned, the news is about the news. The facts are all that matter, not the person(s) delivering them or how emotional the stories might be. He’s particularly critical of a story that Tom presents on date rape - to Aaron, it's soft news that's manipulative and beneath the station's attention. This is where the film started to lose me and might you as well. It’s a tearjerker of a story, and it’s well told… but it’s no report on the Sandinista rebels in Nicaragua. You can see Aaron's point but he seems so harsh about it that you just stop liking him altogether. I'd also argue that someone you might bump into on the street - no matter how “banal” their story might be - is much more likely to impact your existence than people living in a faraway country you will never visit, no matter what the political repercussions might be. Or maybe I'm just a dumb-dumb. There’s A LOT to unpack in that moment alone, that's for sure.

Broadcast News is filled with great dialogue. Tom may not be as sharp as his fellow reporters but he isn’t comedically stupid. There aren’t any scenes where he blunders lines like a doofus. We see that he isn’t the brightest bulb in the drawer because he can't answer the tough questions. We don’t need to be told that Aaron is smart or that Jane is talented. We see it, we hear it. They feel real, which makes you interested in them. Their emotions are amplified by the romance that thread together all of the insights into this professional world.

You might not like Aaron very much because he’s kind of a jerk with an inflated ego but to be fair, he’s extremely talented and it’s hard not to feel your heart break a bit when you see him disappointed - a testament to Albert Brooks' skill as a performer. Holly Hunter has excellent chemistry with both her co-stars. Even on her own, she’s great and often funny in the most unexpected ways. Her first emotional breakdown is so offputting you’re not sure how you should feel. By the time we get to the third, you can’t help but laugh. Do these happen every day?! As for William Hurt, he's charismatic but there's a part of him that's slightly... not quite sinister, not quite slimy, but off-putting. You want to see more. When these people open up their hearts, you have no idea who Jane is going to end up with because you’re not sure who you like best - the mark of a great love triangle.

Although I can’t say that I immediately fell in love with Broadcast News, it intrigues me. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about these people and these situations. I don’t think one viewing is enough, and I mean that in a good way. (May 20, 2022)

#Broadcast News #James L. Brooks #William Hurt #Albert Brooks #Holly Hunter #1987 movies #1987 films

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Late evening, Slade walks into a burger joint and asks for a burger and drink to go. The staff aren’t even shocked at his appearance with all the heroes and villains they get in their restaurant. Once he’s given the order he requested, he starts leaving out the door. While he leaves, he casually steals another distracted customer’s wallet from their pocket and tucks it in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

🍔 A Burger and Cola To Go 🥤

Revisited some Slade scenes on YouTube.

He's so dark and chilling.😨

Good villain.👍

Enjoy!

"I'll take a number two."

"Can I get fries with that?"

"No pickles please."

"I need a refill."

Super Burger was bustling with business one Saturday evening as cashiers took orders and met the demands of costumed customers.

The burger joint was a huge hit with both heroes and villains, as both sides needed a bite to eat out every once in a while after a hard day's work of fighting and committing crimes.

The restaurant offered a comic book-inspired atmosphere with deliciously greasy food at a low price.

A man wearing a mask and a black body suit covered in overlapping armor entered the establishment as the bells hanging over the front door chimed.

The masked figure was none other than Slade Wilson.

What was his objective for today?

Grab his meal to go.

Normally, when it came to food related tasks, he'd order one of his robot commandos to complete them for him, but today was different.

He wanted to check out this place for himself.

Having heard good things about it, Slade expects nothing less than the best in both service and food.

Due to his time being important, disappointment was not a feasible option.

As he makes his way to the ordering counter, his demeanor is calm and composed, yet chilling with every step he takes.

"Welcome to Super Burger, sir!" The peppy cashier greets Slade cheerily as he arrives. "Would you like to try our 2 for 4 deal?"

The cashier waits patiently for a 'yes' or a 'no' from the man, but he fails to deliver a reply.

Instead, he chooses to stare down the counter server with his one eye, causing the employee to feel extremely awkward.

Okay then...

He'll consider that a no.

"Uh, what can I get for you for tonight, sir?"

He hopes to get a response this time.

Without looking up at the menu above him, Slade begins to speak, his tone tranquil and tough.

"My demands are simple. I require a burger with your best quality beef topped with your freshest toppings, condiments, and sauces all packed in a soft, fresh out of the oven bun. My sandwich should be brought to me in 5 minutes or less otherwise..."

He narrows his single eye.

"There will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Consequences? The cashier gulped at the threat, his shoulders starting to tense.

He's come in contact with some creepy villains before at the cash register, but this guy definitely takes the cake for most creepy.

Perhaps recommending him something off the menu might save his tail.

It was worth a shot anyways.

"... H-How about the number one?" He suggested, pointing his finger at the static picture of the number one meal. "It comes with a burger, medium fry, and a cola. It's the most popular combo here." His voice cracks, showing Slade a fictitious smile.

"Very well." The criminal mastermind nods. "I'll have that."

The cashier internally sighs, entering the info into the tablet. "And a name for the order?"

"Slade."

The employee types that in. "Alright, Mr. Slade, that'll be $10.79."

The glare that Slade sent to the employee was so dark and menacing that it nearly made the poor guy wet his pants. "O-On second, it's on the house." He finishes his sentence with a nervous chuckle.

Someone help him.

...

"Order for Mr. Slade!" A female employee called, holding a brown bag and disposable cup.

After receiving his food, Slade heads for the door.

During his exit, he casually slips his hand into the pocket of a distracted customer who is sharing a milkshake with their partner and pulls out a wallet.

It gets tucked in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

Splendid, he thought.

Now he has cash for tomorrow's dinner.

He'll make it pizza.

#teen titans #teen titans slade #slade #slade wilson #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #request #writing #my writing

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Kings Island trip report!!!!! June 2023.

Kings Island was as great as I had hoped. I had been wanting to go here so badly for so long, and it exceeded expectations. Beautiful park, great operations, great rides. Loved it. Now let's talk coasters.

1) Mystic Timbers -- 5 rides -- This has been one of my most anticipated coasters for a long time, because of how insanely fast it looks in POVs, and I was not disappointed. It absolutely feels as fast as it looks -- the pacing is excellent, the transitions are quick, and the airtime never stops. The twisting drop is fun, and every hill delivers with the negative Gs, from the larger hills to the smaller banked hills. However, the out-and-back layout causes Mystic Timbers to lack the twists/turns that make Thunderhead feel so out of control for me. As a result, while I love both rides, Thunderhead remains my favorite GCI by a small margin.

2) The Beast -- 4 rides, including 1 night ride -- The Beast may be one of the most iconic roller coasters in history, but it is still ridiculously underrated among enthusiasts. Because of that, I went into this ride with low expectations. And boy oh boy, was I blown away. The first drop into the tunnel rocks. The setting deep in the woods is incredible. The ride feels like it is never going to end. The finale after the second lift hill is, of course, the highlight. The unnatural banking on that shallow drop is a crazy sensation on its own. And then, the love of my life, the double helix in the tunnels!!!!!!!!! The continuously increasing speed plus the LATERALS plus the tunnel wall being right beside my head on the left side of the train!!! All of this is crazy enough during the day, but at night, deep in the woods where you cannot see what is coming next??? WTF????? I waited over an hour and a half for my night ride, and my god, for the way I was losing my mind during that ride, it was sooooo worth it. A large part of me wants to put The Beast above Mystic Timbers. It's impossible to choose.

3) Diamondback -- 4 rides -- This is one of my favorite B&M hypers, right up there with Goliath. It's hard to choose between Diamondback and Goliath, as they are both great for different reasons. The airtime on Diamondback is unlike any of the other B&M hypers I've ridden. Diamondback may not (key word here is may) have a hill that outdoes the first hill on Mako in terms of one singular moment of sustained floater, but cumulatively, Diamondback has way more airtime than Mako. Even in row 7 (the closest to the front that I rode), the airtime hits. But in the back row??? I managed to be the least stapled I've ever been with this type of restraint, and I thought I was going to die on the first two camelbacks because of how sustained (and relatively powerful) the floater air is. Even the drop off the midcourse and the small hills after the midcourse give good airtime. And I love the splashdown on this ride, not only because it looks cool, but because you can actually get wet in the back row if you try.

4) Orion -- 4 rides -- This ride is extremely underrated. I think people who act as if there is some kind of night and day difference between Orion and Fury are insane. The height and the sense of speed alone are amazing, but Orion also has a great mix of forces. The first drop is excellent and basically indistinguishable from Fury's first drop, giving great airtime all the way down. The positive Gs at the bottom of the first drop are awesome. The inward banked hill after the drop does nothing, so that's one legitimate complaint. The speed hill after the turnaround and the camelback that follows are the standout elements. The speed hill gives borderline ejector airtime, while the camelback gives great floater. I also like that this ride has a helix to add some more positives into the mix. The helix is not as intense as I would have hoped, but it was still good. (Maybe I'm just spoiled by the beautifully sustained positives of Goliath's 540 degree helix.) Overall, just a great ride.

5) Banshee -- 1 ride -- I really needed to ride this more than once to get a good feel for it, but I just didn't have time, and honestly, I didn't really want to because of the restraints. I try not to let little things ruin my opinion of a ride, but I cannot get past those vest restraints on some B&Ms. Anyway, I liked this ride. The drop is huge, and there are no midcourse brakes, so this ride has breakneck pacing and crushing positive Gs, which I love. However, the inversions are more gracefully profiled with far less whip than the other inverts I have ridden. I found the slow inline twist at the end to be particularly out of character. The snappy inversions are the main reason why I have loved every other invert I've done, and because Banshee falls short in that regard, it ranks as my least favorite invert. (Also of note, this ride rattles hard for its young age. I personally don't mind that, but thought it was worth mentioning.)

6) Invertigo -- 1 ride -- This inverted boomerang is so much better than a traditional boomerang. It is incredibly forceful and didn't really bang my head at all.

7) The Bat -- 1 ride -- This is a completely different ride than the only other Arrow suspended coaster I've done, Iron Dragon. The Bat has a great sense of speed, as it is continuously descending throughout the ride. The setting in the woods is nice, and the swinging is crazy in parts, particularly coming into the final brakes.

8) Racer -- 1 ride -- I love my woodies, but these old PTCs just aren't the intense ride experience that I need. This one actually did give a little bit of airtime on some of the hills, and it is very smooth since the recent track work. Just a nice, fun ride.

9) Adventure Express -- 1 ride -- This is one of the better mine trains I've done, but it's still a mine train.

I didn't ride Flight of Fear or Backlot Stunt Coaster, as I have already ridden their clones at Kings Dominion and wanted to spend my time on re-rides on the top 4. But they would rank at #9 and #10 respectively, following Racer.

#kings island #roller coasters #mystic timbers #the beast #diamondback #orion #banshee #invertigo #the bat #racer #adventure express #amusement park adventures #personal #photography

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Stray Dogs

I started getting into the habit of reading comics again. I read a few as a kid, my favorites were Groo and The Punisher. Then manga came to my life, and I haven't gone back to comics until just recently. I'm disappointed that it's taken me this long as there's a lot that caught my eye such as Usagi Yojimbo, All Star Superman, and Something is Killing the Children.

Then there's the comic I'll be raving about today: Stray Dogs.

Compared to the rest of the comics mentioned earlier, Stray Dogs completely threw me off. Not an easy feat to pull off when my most vivid memory of The Punisher was when he interrogated a Russian slaver by hanging his intestines around trees and Something is Killing the Children very much delivers its promise of killing children with extreme prejudice.

I don't remember All Dogs Go to Heaven at all, but Silence of the Lambs with dogs is an insane concept that immediately caught my attention as well as what it says in the back of the book:

"A HEARTBREAKINGLY ADORABLE SUSPENSE THRILLER BY MY LITTLE PONY COMIC ARTISTS TONY FLEECS AND TRISH FORSTNER."

I have little experience with My Little Pony aside from an unfortunate contact with the darkest deepest corner of the fandom; in spite of that, however, I am a little curious if the comics are secretly dark and macabre as this story or if Tony Fleecs and Trish Forstner just decided to go balls deep with what they could get away with.

Now the story of Stray Dogs is... very difficult to talk about. It's better to go in without spoilers. Even though Silence of the Lambs x All Dogs Go to Heaven on the front cover sort of gives it away, there's still a lot of punch in its storytelling and art. It starts with the main character, Sophie, getting a shot at the vet and suddenly waking up at a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of dogs with no memory of whatsoever. It sounds like a typical amnesiac story, but a big running plot point that remains relevant is that dogs have short-term memory.

I have read this twice now and there's still new cool details I missed the first time. The pace does a great job with a steady start, an intriguing rising action that ramps up to a fantastic finale. It helps that this is a mini-series that ends on a high note before it goes stale.

The art style is clean. It's a vivid palette that dances between muted and dark. A particular favorite panel of mine is when a glare from a person's glasses overpowers everything else that's happening; it's one of the rare instances where high brightness is involved. It also amuses me that a lot of dogs in the story are reminiscent from other stories. 101 Dalmatians is an obvious one as well as Beethoven, Oliver and Company, The Fox and The Hound, etc.

There's more I wish to talk about, but doing so would involve spoiling, and this story is absolutely best experienced going in blind. It's so good, even my local comic shop is having a book club meeting on it. There's a second book on Stray Dogs called Dog Days that I haven't read yet. If it's as masterful as this one, then I will be sure to rave about it here in due time.

#stray dogs #comics #graphic novel

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Incubi (Part 1)

GVF x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dark content, oral sex, angst, alcohol abuse, death, etc

"We've spent nearly the entire session discussing how things are going at work." Dr. Edwards– or, Laura, as she insists on being addressed– looks at the delicate gold watch that adorns her wrist. "And we're nearly out of time. I get the impression you're avoiding something?"

Well, that's what I get for seeing the same damn therapist for nearly 4 years...she knows me far too well. Frankly, it's obnoxious.

"Not really." I shrug. "Nothing new."

It isn't a lie. There really is nothing new. It's the same song, same dance. Hey, at least I’m consistent.

"How are things progressing with..." she pauses to flip through her notes.

“James?" I flick my hand dismissively. "That's over with."

She raises an eyebrow. "By your choice or his?"

"It was sort of mutual." There, now I’m lying. It most definitely wasn’t mutual. The poor guy had looked devastated when I’d delivered the news. “I don't know, he was boring, I guess."

Her eyes remain passively trained on my face, waiting me out.

"I just..." I trail off, gazing over her shoulder. Staring at the splashes of cerulean and emerald that decorate the canvas hanging behind her desk, I feel small- disappointing to the universe. It's an abstract piece of art, created by her sister's hand. I know this because I’ve asked about it. It's lovely, but I hate it. Something about it's beauty makes me feel unworthy and loathsome. Nothing that beautiful could ever come from me. Self-pity isn’t a good look, but I cling to it like a bad haircut one has grown used to.

Laura has mercy and doesn't make me say it. "Is it the dream again?"

"I know it's ridiculous, okay?" I’m too defensive, too intense, even I can see that, but I can't seem to stop myself. "I'll figure it out. Eventually. On my own."

"I have no doubt that you will." She offers a sincere smile that makes me feel like an asshole. "I've been thinking a lot about it, actually. I believe you're suffering from what is known as Sleep Paralysis."

I cock an eyebrow and wait for her to continue with her campaign to waste my time.

"It's extremely common, and incredibly realistic. The reason being, is that you are essentially trapped between a state of sleep and wakefulness. Your brain shuts down your ability to move...sort of like a safety mechanism so that you don't physically act out your dreams and harm yourself."

She pauses to give me a moment to process the information and ask any questions I may have, then continues on when I remain silently stoic.

"Where the problem lies is, in essence, a matter of crossed wires. Your brain wakes and becomes aware, albeit muddled, but the paralysis switch fails to trip. Now, in your case, my theory is, here is where the hypnagogic hallucinations step in.

Again, they're extremely common and a frequent partner to sleep paralysis. These hallucinations are frighteningly realistic, and made all the more terrifying due to one’s inability to move or call out for help."

"But my visitors aren't frightening." I remind her. "Unsettling at times, absolutely, but I never feel imminent danger. Quite the opposite really.” I feel heat in my miserable cheeks, as though they’ve been pinched by an invisible hand.

My visitors, as Laura has dubbed them, began infiltrating my life right around the time I packed my meager possessions into boxes that were then loaded into the back of my rusted out honda.

My mother stared out the smudged front window at me, glaring with an expression of disdain, while father dearest drank himself to sleep at the kitchen table. Not long after that day, my father drank himself to sleep permanently.

The afternoon of dad’s funeral, my mom had staggered her way over to me, purse loaded with pills and rattling like a sinister maraca. "Good of you to show up." her slurred words floated into my face, reeking of stale coffee and poor decisions. "But he didn't have shit to leave us, so if you're looking for money, look somewhere else."

What I had wanted to do was laugh in her face. My father hadn't held a steady job since I was still in diapers, and even then, most all the money was quickly sunk right back into their respective vices.

By the time I was five, I knew how to throw blankets over the pup tent in my room to stay warm when the heat was cut off. By seven, I was adept at walking through the house each night to ensure the doors were locked and their cigarettes were extinguished before bed.

What had given this woman, swaying so smugly before me, the impression that I was delusional enough to think there was any money to be had? It would have been downright laughable if it hadn't been so fucking sad.

Yes, what I’d wanted to do was laugh in her face. What I had actually had done was offer a brief hug and a quiet. "Love you, mom."

Then, I promptly spun on my second hand heel and made my way out of the funeral home, and out of my old excuse for a life.

That night, as I slumbered on the mattress in the bedroom of my sparsely furnished studio apartment, the 'visitors' had come to me for the first time.

I snap out of my thoughts and Laura is still chirping along about sleep paralysis and how sleep position can play a role in it's frequency and severity. "It seems to happen more often when patients sleep on their backs, though little is known about why that might be. Let's try sleeping on your stomach tonight." she poses, as if we’re a team. "See if that makes a difference."

I agree to try, and think more about them on my way home. I also think about them as I move through my apartment, flicking on lights and watering plants. I ponder them while I slurp a sorry dinner of ramen down...and I think further still when I climb into bed and sprinkle flakes of food into my angel fish's tiny underwater world that rests on my nightstand.

"I just want to feel normal, Lennon." I sigh, watching him peck his dinner from the surface of the water. It has always struck me as slightly cannibalistic, the way fish flakes reek of fish. “Dreams, nightmares, sleep paralysis whatevers, I don't know." I switch the light off and turn over onto my stomach, willing to give Laura's suggestion a shot. "Whatever they are, I just want them to go away.”

The dream begins differently tonight, as it always does. My phantom visitors, (ie: my imagination) like to keep things interesting.

Tonight, a warm weight slips over me like a plush blanket fresh from the dryer. My body seems to soak in the heat, drawing it in deep into my bones until it simmers the marrow. Breathing deeply, I sink into the warmth, allowing it to spread like red wine until my limbs feel weighted. I indulge in the heightened temperature and bask in the strange fever that wreaks havoc inside me.

A silken curtain of hair falls over my bare shoulders, becoming a veil of the most dizzying scent. No, that isn't right. Scents. There are so many layered and draped over one another. Aromas that I cannot identify, but are as familiar as my own reflection in the mirror.

I feel anxious, bordering on frightened. Yet, calm and content, all at once. Tears threaten to breach the rims of my eyes, while a delighted smile tugs at the corners of my lips.

The voice, when it comes, is a low rasping hum in my ear. It floats through my senses oddly, occupying each of them. It is technicolor lights chasing each other before my eyes. Casting vivid trails like rainbow comets dazzlingly behind in my peripheral vision.

I can smell the voice, it reminds me of a warm apple plucked right from a tree in the sun, and it tastes like a spice I can't describe, but I want to savor it on my tongue for as long as it takes to identify it. Something about that spice reminds me of my grandmother, and how safe she always made me feel.

The voice, It feels like something tangible, and I’m certain I could cup it in my hands and secret it away somewhere sacred if only I could move.

"Do you really want us to leave you?' It asks. "To abandon our most beloved?"

Warm breath floods the tiny secluded world that his silken shade of hair has created and it is the sweetest perfume I have ever known. It makes my head swim with drunken bliss.

"Why should we go?" the voice urges. "For what reason would we desert our golden sun of light and everything beautiful?"

Lips move like the wings of butterflies against the curve of my neck, lighting my body aflame with the immeasurable pleasure only they have ever bestowed upon me. I writhe inwardly, but remain still beneath his weight as he poses questions I am unable to answer.

My lips part to speak, though what I plan to say is a mystery even to myself, but it doesn't matter much, as I find I’m unable to utter a sound.

Unable, that is, until a ghostly hand wraps it's way loosely around my throat. A slight twitch of a squeeze seems to milk the words from a hidden room down deep inside me.

"I don't know what you are." My confession is whispered, yet rushed, as I am afraid I’ll lose my nerve. This moment feels suspended in time, and bizarrely pivotal.

“I don't know what you are, but I know you aren't real, and you ruin me for everyone else. I'm scared I'll die alone because no one could ever be you. You aren't real." Do I reiterate that last bit to make myself clear to him or to convince myself?

"Ah, but we are real, Pet." Vibrating strums of pleasure begin to pluck at my nervous system.

The pulses wax and wane, warboling through me like a dark and mournful guitar.

“Is what you feel right now not real?"

It is impossible to formulate an eloquent response when all I can think is this: "I want to touch you."

The heaviness that bogs my muscles down lightens the moment I utter the request, and I reach back, blindly grasping in search of him. My fingers are graced with a suckling kiss that lights a wild, undulating flame in my belly.

It lasts for only a moment before an unseen hand presses my own back down into my pillow.

"When your skin flickers with raging, unbridled bliss simply because our eyes rest upon you, that isn't real? When we touch you and make you cry out to gods you have never seen, is that not the closest you have ever been to understanding your place in the universe? You are here for us, and we in turn, are here for you. And that, my love, is real. That is the only thing that is real."

"Please," my plea quivers into the dark. "Let me look at you."

Something is different this time, there is a closeness that is foreign and new, though it has nothing to do with proximity. It seems almost like he is finally ready to really be seen, and that I am finally ready to really see.

Without the normal physical trajectory, I am suddenly on my back, staring with wide, astonished eyes at the most hauntingly angelic face you I ever seen. To look upon him this closely is new, and I am stunned into silence. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined the world was capable of holding the beauty that is before me. In an instant, I am convinced that the creation that hovers above me was carved from an ancient and blessed piece of marble by the hand of God himself.

He is the only art that has ever been. He is the creation that hearts yearning for the meaning of it all have been seeking. He is love. He is hate. He is the quiet, and the sound. He is the love that seizes a child's heart when their mother sings them to sleep, and the sighs that fill rooms when lovers make love. He is the dark and the light. The calm and the chaos. He is everything.

The tips of my fingers reach up to ghost over his beautiful, blush pink lips, but quickly retreat, fearing I’ll mar his perfection with my ordinariness.

His skin is luminous, pearlescent and alive. Eyes the color of rich amber honey flecked with glittering topaz mingling with flashes of predatory garnet when the moonlight catches just right. His stare steals the oxygen from my lungs slowly, drawing the life force from me bit by bit. Incidentally, I am fine with that. Fine to die right here and now, quivering and breathless beneath this otherworldly angel. In this moment, he is greater than God and I am prepared to relinquish my soul without question or hesitation.

"Take the heart from my chest, my soul from wherever it might reside, take everything, it is all for you." I part my lips and draw the breath to speak the words into existence, but all I am able to communicate is: "Anything."

It's one word, but when he nods his understanding, I know without doubt that he has heard everything I wanted to say. My soul has known him for a very long time, of that I am sure.

"I am your favorite right now, pet, but only because you are cradled in my arms. How I wish it were always so."

His revelation reminds me of the other shadows. One, tall and lanky, with a strange gait and a thick mane of shining waves. He makes my feel younger than my years and his touch elicits a deep humming vibration through me, way down deep in my spine– much like a bassline being plucked out.

There's another, who could easily be the being poised over me now if not for the hair and difference in aural tone. He feels lighter, impish somehow. When he visits, laughs bubble forth from my chest as easily as the moans do. The sounds he coaxes from me are ethereal, glitteringly mystic.

He transforms me into something gorgeously angelic, drawing forth cries of rapture that drip with a beautiful vibrato I normally don't possess.

Lastly, there is the darkest horse. He is different, cut from an entirely separate cloth, it seems, yet the same. somehow, I have always understood that while he may have had his beginnings somewhere apart from the others, he has been with them so long that it no longer matters.

He is resigned, and visits me less often, but the impact he bestows upon me is nothing short of enigmatic and powerful. He sinks into my body and pounds into my consciousness heavily, like a drum. His life force bangs in time with my thready pulse and hummingbird heart.

I startle out of your thoughts and watch as darkness casts his features in jealous shadows. "Now I've made you think of them." he laments.

The pitch in his tone all but blots out the entire world save for him, but he doesn't seem to know.

"I'll just have to make sure you think only of me tonight, Pet." his fingertips brush lightly over my jaw until my chin rests in his grip. "Close your eyes."

I do as he asks and find myself staring up at a cloudless sky, surrounded by the perfume of a thousand white roses. I can't see them, but I instinctively know that they’re there, and that they are a gift for me, from him.

He finds me there, in my imaginary snowglobe of a world, and with a quiet call of my name he is inside me. Inside me, everywhere. He occupies every cell, every molecule, every atom...he climbs inside my soul and makes himself comfortable. How I wish he would stay forever.

"Our sun," he whispers, grounding my attention into the here and now with his prose. "We could never leave you. We've grown much too fond of you. It should never have been this, but we cast the rules aside for you. We would cast everything aside for you."

He produces a single, beautifully bloomed ivory rose, drawing it from the waistband of the black leather pants that rest low on his hips.

“For you, our most treasured. Keeper of us all." he whispers, regarding me quietly for a beat before dragging the petals slowly along my collarbone and then further down my body, creating a soft, serpentine path.

The trail it blazes burns with a blue flame of fierce pleasure, immersing me in unimaginable euphoria. A shaking moan bursts forth from my gasping chest, and then there are his esoteric eyes flashing into mine, professing his undying devotion with merely a gaze.

“You are our goddess," he remains still as a statue as he ravages my body below him. "Our Aphrodite. You are our beautiful mortal, and we are caught in your tenuous web. Don’t wish us gone.”

His fingers dip down and slip between my legs, tracing through my slick folds before sinking into me. With his touch, euphoric rapture clouds my vision and blurs my thoughts.

I feel as if I am one of his transcendental roses, blooming from the inside out. If he produced a dagger and pierced the flesh over my heart, I am certain that silky white petals would float up out of the wound.

With a soft exhale— just a light puff of sweet breath in my face, he makes me cum. The orgasm builds me up beautifully and then deconstructs the fiber of my very soul with stunning precision. I explode into light, into

love, into creation...I find myself in the Before for a moment, the place where we all begin and end. He takes me there, he gives me everything, and then waits patiently for my return.

My eyes find his slowly as I twist and tremble and cry out to him, unsure of what to do with the static pleasure drowning out my lucidity.

"We are real." his voice rides in on a wind of magnolia scented air that clouds my head further and pushes you towards sleep. Deep sleep. I give in to the warm sand that I feel blissfully buried under and my eyes flutter closed. His heartbreaking beautiful face is the last thing I see, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When my eyes blink open, the room is bathed in what looks very much like afternoon light.

Jesus, how long have I been sleeping?

Last night's dream was the realest it has ever felt, I can almost smell him lingering on my skin.

"So much for Dr. Laura's sleeping on my back idea." I laugh, dragging my finger over Lennon's tank, careful not to tap on it, promising, "Breakfast after my shower."

I roll over, ready to climb out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, only to find a single alabaster rose nestled on the pillow beside me.

***

I stare at the withered rose that, despite being very dead and wilted, holds court in it's mausoleum of a bud vase on my nightstand.

Stupidly, I thought it might live forever, that my phantom lover might've somehow made it immortal just for me. But, watching it fade slowly into a shell of it's former lustrous beauty seems more than fitting, as my heart is caving in on itself and shutting down just the same.

It's been weeks since he, or any of them, have visited me in my sleep. Since they began coming to me it's never been longer than a few days between, and I am beginning to lose all hope.

I miss them terribly, and feel despairingly alone, but rather than distract myself, I welcome the heartache. If I let the sorrow go, it would feel too much like letting them go.

So, instead, I surround myself in hope, only to be disappointed over and over. Each night, I spend lengthy periods of time in the shower, shaving and exfoliating, buffing my skin until it shines pink and inviting. I wash my hair carefully and let the conditioner soak while dragging a puff bubbling with pomegranate scented body wash over my body. My after shower routine is just as intricate. It's all a fruitless effort to lure them home me.

Everything is for them. Are you still here? Do you still want me? Are you ever coming back?

Tonight is no different than any other night has been for what is quickly beginning to feel like an eternity. I’m curled up in a ball under the covers, listening to vicious sheets of rain pound against my bedroom window relentlessly.

An occasional flicker of lightning bathes the room in a white, flashing light that illuminates the tears on my cheeks. Reality is blotted out by the storm, and I feel weightless and snug in my isolated pit of agony. If I can't have them, I want to stay here forever with my aching soul and piercing pain.

Somehow, sleep muddles through my misery and takes me by the hand, lulling me into the dreamless dark.

When I hear them, they sound very far away.

Calling my name as if from across a vast field of blurry space, guiding me into wakefulness bit by bit, as one would wake a small, easily disoriented, child.

"I've missed her." one ethereal voice laments to the other. "We've been away too long."

The other hums in agreement. "It was necessary. She needed to decide if she really wanted us to go."

"You know she didn't mean that."

"Yes. But she didn't."

I fight to wake fully, it feels as though I’m swimming against a current of thick, sludgy water, and I’m so, so tired, it would be as easy as breathing to fall back into unconsciousness, but they are worth every effort...I won't let them go without saying the things I need to say.

When my eyes open at last, I scan the darkened room rapidly, hungry for a glimpse of them. They are there, shadowy figures lingering ominously in the corners of my room, but there are only two.

The two that have chosen to return to me step forward in perfect sync and allow me the time I need to take everything in. I find that, once again, I’m crying. Only this time, my tears are of relief.

"I didn't think you were coming back," I sob quietly, bunching the blanket up in my fists. I feel like I could dissolve at any moment, and I need something tangible to hold on to. "I just...I needed you to come back and I didn't think you would."

"We missed you more, pet." My rose bearing god moves closer first. He strokes a gentle hand through my hair when he is near enough to reach out. "Don't cry, we're here with you now."

"I like your tears." the other smiles, now close enough to cup my chin, he leans in and sweeps his tongue over my cheeks, gathering the salt water tracks into his mouth. "But they taste better when they are expressions of pleasure."

I’ve never been given the chance to look upon this one so closely, and I cant help but study him with fascination, trying to commit every inch of his breathtaking features to memory.

He is exquisite, and so much like the other –I knew that already, I figured it out long ago, they are like different sides of the same beautiful, otherworldly coin– but up close like this, it's shocking...they could be twins, if such a thing even exists in whatever realm they are born of.

"Where are they?" I question softly of the missing two.

"They'll be along, pet." Light kisses are blessed against my temple. "Maybe tonight, maybe another night. You must have patience, immediate gratification is overrated. Remember?"

He places his palm over my forehead and draws forth a crystal clear memory; I am lying on this very bed pleading and writhing as he brought me to the brink of orgasm and then back down again, again, and again, until I was distraught with need and frustration.

"She remembers." the other dips his hand beneath my blanket and circles his thumb over my nipple. It jumps to attention and instantly hardens, his touch flipping a switch of unbridled erotisism.

"Please..." I trail off, unsure of what to call either of them. This has strangely never dawned on me before, perhaps because they have never allowed me to scrutinize them as closely as they are now.

They hear my query, though I haven't spoken it aloud.

"Our names are of a dead language. Your tongue, as beautiful and talented as it is, cannot form the sounds required for pronunciation, so we have chosen new names designed just for our beautiful pet." the spector shakes his glossy hair, tossing it over his bare shoulder.

“You may call me Jake. And this," he gestures to his companion, "Is Josh."

The names they have chosen come with an air of comfort, they make me feel safe somehow, though I can't be sure why.

"Think, lumen." Josh urges softly.

A look of confusion must cross my features because Jake clarifies "Lumen, bright, light, star. He is sentimental, and you are his lumen, his light."

"That you are," Josh concurs. "Now, think."

My mind wanders back deeper into the garden of my memories than it has ever before, and I suspect them of having a hand in it.

Suddenly, I find myself on a noisy, rambling school bus. I am carsick, and sad. It’s my first day at a new school, my parents fought the night through and no one thought to make me breakfast or wish me a good day. Looking on now as an outsider, I look so very small and alone. Until, the bus putters to a stop to allow a small boy to clamor aboard. He is slight and scrawny, lumbering along with a too large backpack strapped to his shoulders. Without asking permission, he plops himself down into the seat beside me. He has the prettiest skin I’ve seen in my six short years, it reminds me of the bitter coffee my Grammy used to stir copious amounts of milk into and sip all day until she went to heaven. 'Want a skittle?" he nudges me, asking like he's sharing a secret. 'Don't tell. We aren't allowed.' I watch as a tiny me plucks two reds out of his extended palm. 'Red's my favorite too.' he tells me, but then lets me have every single one as the two of us work our way through the bag. 'I'm Josh.' he smiles, and suddenly I don't feel so alone, I have a friend, and on that chaotic bus, we share a quiet moment, and I feel safe.

Emerging from the fog of memory, I squint hard at the one who calls himself Josh, searching his stunning features. "That was you? Have you been with me all along?"

"No," he caresses my neck. "I searched through your memories for someone who cared for you and made you feel safe. I borrowed his name, I hope you don't mind."

“I don't mind." I smile, turning my attention to Jake.

"Inquisitive isn't she?" he sighs with resignation and takes my hand in his own. He waits a beat, and then allows me to see.

The music is entirely too loud, and the floor is tipping this way and that below my feet. I’ve had too much to drink and everything around me is unfamiliar. The house, the people, the names being called back and forth. I’ve lived in this town for less than a month and I shouldn't have come. The girl from Trig who invited me along disappeared with her boyfriend ages ago. Stumbling through the kitchen, I find a sliding glass door on the far wall and slip through it. Stepping into the cool of the night onto a quiet deck, I instantly feel better ten fold. If I can just ride out the rest of the night here in the silence by myself, I’ll be alright. An unwelcome voice emerges from a shadowy corner 'Got a cigarette?' I shake my head. 'Uh, no, I don't smoke. It's terrible for you.' The voice, now connected to a kid I recognize from school, sighs. 'Oh well.' He shrugs and tugs open the sliding door, vanishing back inside. Later that night as sirens wail on the front lawn of the house and lights flash blue and red, announcing very big trouble for every underaged soul within the walls of the house, I feel a hand dart out and close around my wrist. 'Come on, Surgeon General.' The boy from outside tugs me along, leading me down a set of basement stairs and then out a dimly lit door. 'Head around back,' he points over my shoulder. 'I'm parked down the street, just follow me.' For some reason, for once, I do as I’m told, and before I know it, I’m tucked into his car, making my way safely out of the path of raiding law enforcement. 'Wanna get high?' he asks, reaching forward to pluck open the glovebox. He retrieves a blown glass bowl and a mostly empty baggy of weed, and before I can talk myself out of it, I’m sitting on the hood of his car pulled off to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I learned his name that night, Jake...and we smoked and stared up at the stars as if the sky was a painting we had created together, talking about absolutely nothing until the sun was beginning to curl her fingers over the horizon. Nothing else happened, I let him take me home and drop me off with a grin, and then I never really spoke to him again. It was just one of those things, and we took it for what it was and then left it...but that night, he had made me feel special enough to protect.

"And you borrowed from him?” I ask, shaking off the recollection. "Do you have access to all of my memories?"

Both of their fingers are now playing idly with my hair. "You guard some more closely than others." Josh whispers.

“You aren't ready for anyone to see those, even us." Jake finishes.

Their touch brings my body to life like a live wire, and the simplest stroke of their palms along my freshly washed, silken hair makes my back bow away from the bed and a long moan of ecstasy drips from my lips.

The entire room smells of them, warm and ancient, like flowers dotting a grecian sea a millenia's worth of years ago. I feel complete, and whole. At home in a way I never have before in my life. They are my home. They are my true north, and I want them forever. I’d sleep for a thousand years if it meant I could stay here with them, and the others.

The thought reminds me. "Are they coming back? And what do I call them when they do?"

Josh answers, talking over his darker counterpart. "They'll be back, and they'll tell you their names, and likely why they've chosen them, if you're inclined to know."

With a deep breath, I offer a meek "I think I know what you are." Feeling timid, now that I’ve uttered the words out loud. If I’m wrong- and I probably am- I’ll sound like I’m reading lines from poorly scripted horror film, at best. At worst, I’ll sound insane. And maybe I am. Insane, that is.

"Do you?" Jake lends a warmth to his tone that makes my stomach flutter.

"Tell us then, lumen." Josh parts my knees and settles himself between them. He nudges my jaw with his nose and speaks soft, tingling words directly against the shell of my ear. "What are we?"

Instinctively, I can tell he is intentionally trying to cloud my thoughts. They reside in the shadows, and that seems to be where Josh, at least, would like to stay.

Forcing myself to stay clear headed is no small feat, but I manage to hang on, even as slow kisses light over my flesh like pleasant flames licking at my body.

"I've researched." I suck a breath in sharply when his teeth sink lightly into my shoulder. He hums in response, sucking gently until I shudder and press myself tighter against him.

"So easily distracted." he teases in a hum, but my eyes are now trained on Jake, he is regarding me carefully, like he isn't underestimating me the way Josh seems to be.

My thoughts scatter when Josh snakes a hand between my legs, but Jake steps forward and places a hand on his brother's –as I have come to think of them– back. "Let her think." he instructs kindly. "I've grown so fond of the way her mind works."

His attention turns to me, pulling a soft moan from my lips just by training his eyes on my face.

“Tell us, pet. What have you learned?"

I have to claw my way out of the fog Josh has flooded my brain with, but somehow, I fight through.

“There were so many possibilities, but none of them were right, until one was. I knew it right away, I knew it in my bones, in my soul."

They wait in silent patience and the only thing left to do is say the word, so I do.

"Incubus." the title comes out hushed. "I know that's what you are— incubi."

"Clever girl." Jake breathes, sounding astounded and proud...also, a little pensive, as though he is treading lightly with me.

"You're not afraid, lumen?" Josh asks teasingly, clearly he already knows the answer to his question.

"I was only afraid you wouldn't come back."

Now Jake is leaning in, curtaining your face with his glossy , perfumed hair. "Do you not understand the concept of self preservation, pet?" he purrs into my ear soft as baby’s breath.

"I've thought about that, too." My confession rides out on a whimper as Josh kisses his way down my chest. "You're supposed to drain my life force every time you come to me, but I always feel more alive afterward. I feel younger, healthier, happier. Why is that? Aren't you taking what you need from me?"

"She worries for us." Josh murmurs against my sternum before lapping his tongue over the swell of my breast.

Jake chooses to ignore that comment and lifts my face to his. "You confound me, little lamb. So beautiful to look upon, but your mind? Your mind is the true beauty. I want to crawl inside your head and wander through the library of your thoughts."

Once again, he lays his palm over my forehead. "Show me a memory, pet. One of those you keep locked so tightly away."

Before I have a chance to ask how I’ll discern which they have already seen, he answers my unsung question. "You'll know."

Can he read my thoughts? Or does he simply know me well enough to understand what I’m thinking?

I flutter through the files of my memories and settle on one that makes the heart in my chest burn. Visiting it for even a second is horrific, but I want so badly to hold it out in my hands for them— it is an offering, a sacrifice.

I would relive it every day for them should they ask me to.

Jake looks down at me with unimaginable pain evident in his eyes, but when his hand lifts away from my head, I can't seem to remember why he might have cause to look so sad.

"It's gone now." he ghosts his fingertips over my temple, soft as a breeze.

I realize that he's a little less radiant. He looks tired now, faint smudges suddenly visible below his eyes.

"Jake." Josh speaks with concern. "You absorb too much. Be careful."

"I like it." Jake argues, bending to press his mouth to mine. "It's like having her alive inside of me."

I make a tiny sound of confusion and Josh responds by sliding back up to nuzzle my ear.

"We struck a deal for you, lumen." he whispers, stroking his thumb over my cheek. His voice is so soft and soothing. It lulls me effortlessly.

"For me?" I can't imagine meaning enough to these ethereal wonders that they might bargain anything on my behalf.

"For you." he confirms, fluttering his lashes prettily when I reach up to caress his face.

"With who?"

"Don't." Jake orders Josh in a low, menacing tone before he has a chance to answer my question.

A silent exchange passes between them, and then Jake is moving forward. There will be no further questions answered tonight.

Josh sidles over, making room for his other half, and dips his head down to take the peak of my breast into his mouth. He suckles slowly while Jake's lips fit themselves over mine. He licks against my tongue, allowing me to really taste him for the first time in weeks– and I want more.

"I want you in my mouth." I purr desperately.

He makes a positively filthy sound in reply.

"Which part of me would you like to have in your pretty mouth, pet?" he presses two fingers into the cradle of my tongue for good measure and I suck them like a cock-hungry whore.

His skin is inhumanly warm and he tastes of a thousand lazy summer afternoons.

"Your cock." I clarify, though of course he already knew.

"I love when you talk that way." Josh whispers through the gentle trails his tongue is blazing along my waist.

Dark entity from another realm or not, it seems shockingly mortal when Jake unzips his black leather pants and withdraws his breathtaking, and already hard, cock. He presents it to me like a gift, and I am elated to receive it.

"Slowly." he whispers, lovingly drawing me near. "I want to savor you."

My tongue spirals and flickers over the head– it's so swollen and plush against my lips that I wish he would keep it there forever. I toy with him gently, sucking and stroking delicately until his breath is quaking through every exhale.

Josh has abandoned his efforts to tend to my body in preference of watching the show, but he utters soft words of praise now and then so I’ll know that he's still present in the moment with me.

For his part, Jake keeps his eyes locked on mine as I gaze up at him through the thick fan of my lashes. He's quiet, save for his subdued moans of pleasure...until he isn't —

"What a vision you are, pet." he soothes, trailing his thumb along my jaw. "An angel sucking the wicked cock of a monster."

My circulatory system hums to life further at his praise. I want to tell him how wrong he is, that he isn't a monster. He is a god and I would gladly sacrifice my life for his. That I would throw myself upon a sword without hesitation if it meant that he might smile from the entertainment of it all.

Yes, I want to say those things to him, but that would require relinquishing his cock, and I’d rather not do that. Not now, not ever. To that end, I remain silent with his length locked in my mouth and buried down my throat.

Instead, I try to convey my opposition to his statement by adoring him with my stare.

In the end, I’m forced to stop anyway when he tips my chin up until length his slips from my lips. A frown furrows my brow at the loss, but Josh walks his fingers up my sides and puts a stop to it.

"None of that, lumen." He pulls a genuine laugh from somewhere deep inside me — simply brings it forth out of thin air. It flutters up out of my chest as they look on adoringly.

"Do it again." Jake whispers to Josh when my laughter subsides, and just like that, a second giggle floats into the room.

"That's better." Josh nods, smiling at my blushed cheeks.

They give me a moment to catch my breath, and then begin a leisurely path down my impatiently waiting form.

In retrospect later, I will see that their intentions should have been obvious, but in the thick of it, I don't see it coming. Because of that, I am massively unprepared when they settle side by side between my legs and lower their mouths to my center simultaneously.

Their tongues flicker on either side of my clit and with a guttural groan that I would never admit to, my back arches off the mattress and my hands sink into their hair, holding on for dear life.

Raising my hips to meet their obscene ministrations, I earn a rumbling growl and a rasping groan, respectively.

My mind wanders, imagining the picture we would paint if someone else happened to stumble into the room. Me, splayed out on the bed, panting and writhing, legs spread to accommodate both of them as they fight for purchase, burying their faces in my overheated, aching cunt. The thought of it alone is enough to wildly unravel me.

"Yes, yes, yes—-" the word spills from my lips steadily. But, again, I’ll remember that later. For now, I’m hardly aware that I’m even speaking, let alone practically chanting a mantra of ecstasy into the darkness of my room.

"Let go, Lumen." Josh urges, curling his fingers inside me as Jake sucks my clit into his hot, wet mouth. "We need it, come on."

Jake nods and pats my thigh in silent encouragement."

"Here she goes." Josh sounds positively beside himself with anticipation. "Can you feel that?"

Jake nods once more and I get the impression that what they are feeling isn't something physical that my body is doing, but something that is taking place within themselves. I’d like to think that over a little more, but it will have to wait.

"I'm gonna cum." I manage to choke out, though they're clearly already aware. "Fuck, please."

With a surprisingly whiny, coaxing whimper from Jake and a gently issued, "Give it up for us, angel." from Josh, I am sinking into a pit of satin, orgasming with a strange and beautiful slowness. The languid pace allows me to really feel it all. The pulsing clench of it keeps perfect time with my flickering heart. Wracking me with a sensual, careful, violent, euphoria.

It fades slowly, like the tide pulling away from the shore and then they are curling themselves up around me, whispering softly and stroking my skin carefully as they ease me back to the here and now.

"You did so well for us, pet." Jake breathes into the crook of my neck, a tingle travels down my spine, causing a little shiver to shake my shoulders.

"So well." Josh agrees, his palm presses into my stomach, soothing me physically while I fight to calm my breathing.

They look even more radiant now, if that is even possible. It reminds me of shining an already gleaming coin.

I know goodbye is approaching, but as they coddle me closer to sleep, Josh uses whatever hold he seems to wield over my emotions to keep any sadness at bay.

"You'll come back, right?" I sigh, sleep threatening to overtake me at any moment. "You won't stay away so long this time? I can't go through that again."

"We'll come back, lumen." Josh promises. "Very soon."

You stave off unconsciousness long enough for one last question. "Will you bring them back to me too?"

"Of course we will, pet." Jake assures just before I drift off into a dreamless void.

A/N: so I know this is a little different from my usual content, but I felt like stretching my wings and isn’t that what it’s all about? Anyway, this will be a 2, possibly 3 parter, so I hope you enjoy. I love you all so very much. Ps- Part 2 will have more of the obscene nonsense that you’ve grown to love 😏

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Hey girl, how are youu??

Hope everything's all great with you😊

Can I request touching,number 16, but specifically giving them a wing massage, with adult nyx?

Stay great,kisses😘

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Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Author’s note: Hi! I'm quite good right now thank you, school isn't giving me much homework these weeks so I'm hoping to be able to post more, but I don't know how much I'll be able to from the next few. Moving on, I loved your idea (they are always great), and immediately came up with this oneshot. It's a continuation of the other two oneshots on Nyx, sorry not sorry, I really like the relationship between the two characters in those oneshots, and I immediately had a super cute idea between the two of them. I hope you're all doing well, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Today was a particularly tough day. Cassian decided to increase the training of us Valkiries, and I'm not kidding to say that Az, who trained with us today, was out of breath at one point from how heavy the training was. I couldn't feel every single muscle in my body anymore, the wings were heavy on my back, but the determination to go home to my mate kept me going. Nyx had a day off today, so he stayed home, and I think I've never had a tougher mission than leaving my bed this morning, when I was wrapped in his arms, watching the sunrise through our window curtains and the sunlight faintly kissing our faces. The view was not the one through the window though, but the one next to me: my mate, his bare chest rising faintly, his dark hair illuminated by the sun, his violet eyes that struck by the light looked like a lavender field in summer and his smile capable every time of making my heart stop beating. My desire to return to him, however, was not immediately fulfilled. After the hard morning of training, some of the priestesses of the library stopped me on my way out of the field where we train, and asked me for a hand. I couldn't say no to them, and so I found myself going up and down the library stairs a billion times, carrying books, delivering messages, and rearranging papers. After what seemed like ages I manage to escape from that hellish place, but my escape route is immediately blocked by Rhys in front.

"Hello my dear, I was just looking for you, couldn't you run an errand for me? I would be extremely grateful."

I stop and look at the clock hanging on the library wall and see that it is already six o'clock in the afternoon, and I hesitate to answer the man in front of me. I want nothing more than to go home to Nyx, but I don't want to disappoint Rhys, but just as I'm about to answer, he interrupts me.

"You know what my dear, it's okay. You look very tired and I understand that you want to go home to Nyx. You can run that errand for me another day. Take a day off tomorrow, tell my son he's off tomorrow too." He says with a smirk as he gently takes my arm and miter in front of the door to the apartment Nyx and I share.

After vacationing at the Summer Court, as promised to Az, we took the whole family and sat them down, then told them that we are together and that we are mates.

When we finished talking they all burst out screaming, happy with our relationship, while Nesta turned to Az and shouted "I told you so!" and he replied "ButI already knew!". I'm not kidding when I say that she was mad at Nyx and me for a week because we didn’t tell her. From that moment until now none of them has ever missed an opportunity to tease us, with jokes, smiles or glances. we knew it was going to be like this, but it could have been worse. In general they were very understanding when Nyx told them that we were fine with their teasing, but that we demanded some privacy, and for that I am extremely grateful.

"I would recommend relaxing and letting him take care of himself. I know how important it is for a partner to know that their company is okay." He says smiling at me as he watches me walk to the door and put my hand on the handle.

"I will.Thanks for the ride." I reply smiling in turn.

"You're welcome daughter-in-law." He says before disappearing winking at me.

I laugh and then turn the knob to finally enter my home. Immediately a delicious smell of food, my favorite dish, comes to my nose. I close my eyes and then lean against the door behind me and enjoy that delicious smell, when I hear the voice of the man I love say my name.

"Y/N, honey, you're finally home, I was starting to get worried. I made your favorite dinner, I don't know if it turned out well, but I followed Aunt Nesta's recipe step by step. I wanted to make you a hot bath, but I didn't know when you would arrive so I preferred to wait, so in the meantime I tried to clean the house a little. You must be exhausted, just wait let me help. " She says as she walks over to me. He makes to reach out a hand, to help me remove myself from the door, but in return I take his hand and pull him towards me. He rests his hands on my hips, being careful not to hurt me as he rests his forehead on mine. I see he's wearing a pink apron, which I've never seen in the house before, soiled with something, and I can't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing love? Did I do something wrong? I knew I was out of line...."

"No, no honey you were amazing, really, I don't deserve this. But I'm laughing at something else...Where the heck did you get this apron?"

"It's nothing to laugh at, it gives me a more professional look...Nesta gave it to me, I didn't wear it at first, but after changing my shirt three times, I realized maybe it would be a good idea."

"I have to say it makes you look very...sexy."

"Ha ha funny honey, really funny."

"You're really touchy you know...Let's see if I can make it up to you that way." I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing him even closer to me to kiss him. The kiss is slow and passionate. Our tongues caress each other as I run a hand through his hair, pulling him even closer if possible. His hands move from my hips to my buttocks as he pushes me against the door harder, deepening the kiss. I suddenly feel a twinge of pain in my wings from the pressure on them since they're between my body and the door, and immediately Nyx's lips leave mine as he looks at me worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no relax, I'm fine, it's just that Cassian has stepped up his training and my wings hurt a little."

"You should have told me, I wouldn't have crushed them."

"Never mind, don't worry. Am I forgiven then?"

"Let me think about it...I'd say... yes, totally. And by the way, you deserve everything I've done, if not more. I couldn't ask for a better mate." He says as he nuzzles my cheek.

"Well then that makes two of us, because I couldn't ask for someone better than you either." I say kissing his forehead.

"Come on, let's go eat so you can take a nice hot bath afterwards to relax and then you can go to sleep." I nod at his words as he lifts me up, his hands still on my buttocks, and I bring my legs around his waist. He carries me to the kitchen countertop, sits me there, and hands me a plate. We eat, talking about this and that, while I congratulate him on a great dinner. When we're done, I try to propose the idea of washing the dishes, but he immediately shouts at me saying that he would take care of it. He picks me up as before and takes me to the bathroom. He sits me on the edge of the tub and turns on the hot water. While we wait for the water to get to the right temperature he helps me get out of my dirty, sweaty workout clothes and then helps me into the tub.

"Take all the time you need honey. I'll be there as soon as I finish doing the dishes."

I nod as I watch him walk out of the bathroom. I sigh wondering how he found such a perfect man (believe me honey I wonder that too). I lean my head against the wall of the tub and let the heat seep into my veins, and I relax so much that I don't hear my mate coming until he speaks.

"Baby did you wash your hair." I nod my head no and he nods as he continues saying. "Don't worry, I'll do it." He sits on the edge of the tub, after pulling his pants up to his knees, as he dips his feet into the water on either side of my head, then grabs little bottles on the side containing soap and starts washing my hair. I almost fall asleep to his gentle massage as he runs his fingers through my hair to clean it. I realize it ends because I lose that sweet contact, and I open my eyes.

Once the bath is over he helps me out of the tub and hands me a towel.

"Do your wings still hurt? I could give you a massage just in case, if that's okay."

I feel my muscles lock up for a moment as I consider this option. Despite the fact that we've been doing well for months, and there's a relationship of extreme trust between us, I hadn't shown him my wings yet, at least I hadn't allowed him to touch them. Then his father's words come to mind and I decide to let go.

"I would love that since they still hurt a little." He immediately nods and goes to get a small bottle of oil resting on the bathroom windowsill above the sink. We make our way to the bed where I lie on my stomach on the mattress, my wings lying on top of it as well. I feel the bed move under the weight of my mate. Then a cold substance touches my right wing that makes me jerk a little, and soon after a light touch caressing it. I enjoy those expert movements, which relax every muscle in my body and suddenly I find myself in another dimension, of total relaxation, where not even the most important of thoughts could reach now.

"You have magic hands." I say in a sleepy voice as I hear him shift to the other wing. I hear him laugh, then everything gets fuzzier and fuzzier, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier and all of a sudden I'm completely asleep, thanks to Nyx and his amazing massage. I only realize I've fallen asleep in the morning, when I wake up with my shoulders light and still relaxed from last night, Nyx holding me tightly in his arms still asleep, under the covers.I fall back asleep with a smile on my lips, happy to had found him, and to be his mate.

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