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pascaloverx · 1 month

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FELLINGS — EXO K.J

CHAPTER TWO

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER THREE

"Engaged?" Luna asks, sounding more indignant than curious. This only confirms what you already suspected; she also has feelings for your foolish boss. Not that you can blame her. Kai is definitely something else.

"What Kai meant is that we're practically engaged. Nothing official yet, but we're about to move in together, and you know... marriage is just around the corner. But this isn't about us. It's about you guys. I just wanted to clear up this misunderstanding. Kai isn't in love with Luna. He's in love with me, but he's indeed a terrible drunk." You say, trying to smooth over the situation.

"So sorry for the confusion. I thought..." Sehun says, clearly embarrassed. Poor guy, he doesn't even know he's being deceived.

"That Kai and Luna had some unresolved romantic issue? That would be ridiculously stupid of them. But fortunately, this was just a misunderstanding." You reply, trying to send a hint to your boss and best friend. Whatever is going on between them, they should just forget about it.

"Darling, I think we should go greet some of the guests. But congratulations, Y/N and Kai. I'm sure your relationship has everything to succeed," Luna says, smiling, as she practically drags Sehun away. You finally feel the pressure of the moment.

"I don't know about you, but that's what I call teamwork. You were fantastic, all that invention..." Kai says, proud of himself, but you're not happy with any of this. So you give him a disapproving look and head out of the party.

"I must be a beautiful and pathetic idiot indeed. What a load of crap. Congratulations, Y/N, you always manage to be a clown." You mutter to yourself as you leave your best friend's engagement dinner.

"You don't need to put yourself down so much. You actually saved my skin back there; I thought Sehun was going to punch me. Not that I was scared..." Jongin says as he tries to keep up with your strides toward the parking lot, but you turn, almost bumping into each other face to face.

"Do you feel proud of being such an idiot, or are you just pretending?" Your question, as rude as it may sound, is sincerely something you're questioning. How can he act like what we did was okay?

"I don't think that's the right way to talk to your boss, Y/N. Even though we're friends, it doesn't give you the right to disrespect me." Kim Jongin says as he looks at you, and you huff in response. You then move away from him and continue heading nowhere in particular. You came to this damn engagement dinner with him, so leaving with him seems inevitable. But that doesn't stop you from looking for any taxi passing by nearby.

"I want to resign. Actually, I'm not just wanting it, I'm asking for it. You want to deceive Sehun and yourself by chasing after Luna? Go ahead, but I won't be a part of it. Enough. Years of anticipating your actions, being helpful, doing my best in the company your family built, just to become the woman who does the dirty work for you. What's the next step, huh? Marry you so you can have an affair with Luna right under Sehun's nose?" You turn to face Jongin, who seems a bit shocked by your words. Maybe until today he didn't know that you could set boundaries. But that's his problem.

"I understand that I may have crossed some boundaries. But I can't afford to lose..." Jongin seems to be trying to figure out how to say something, but you interrupt him.

"Losing your competent assistant, or your love for Luna? Maybe you don't understand things because you're used to having them in your hands all the time, but Kai, you've already lost Luna. She may kiss you in secret, or say she'll never forget you, but she's marrying someone else. And I think it's time for both of us to understand that we're not going to end up with the ones we love." You speak impulsively, only realizing seconds later that you revealed more than you intended. Damn it.

"What do you mean by that?" Kim Jongin questions as soon as you finish speaking, and you take a deep breath. This conversation just turned into a nightmare.

"I mean that while you wanted Luna, I wanted you. Which makes me a huge idiot, I know. But it's liberating to realize and let go of that. You should try it. And I'm really resigning if you're confused. So you better find another assistant, another all-time friend, and another fake almost-fiancée, because for me, I'M DONE." You say, somewhat heatedly, but hey, what better time than now to throw truths in the face of the man you're in love with.

"You can't just say you love me and walk away. Y/N, can you please listen to me? Or at least stop running away from me?" Kai speaks, sounding tired of chasing after you. You then stop walking away from him. The truth is you didn't know where to go; you were just walking hurriedly towards nowhere.

"What is it?" You almost shout in his direction. Looking at him, at that moment, seemed to be your greatest challenge. He looked so upset that you almost went towards him to try to console him. But that wouldn't make any sense.

"Stay with me. Don't leave me. I know we need to work out some issues in our relationship, but I don't want to have to replace you, because there's no one who can replace you. Not as an assistant, not as a friend, and certainly not as a fake almost-fiancée." Jongin says as he approaches you. His eyes locking onto yours, his words sounding sincere, almost winning you over.

"I'll give you the chance to take me home. But that doesn't mean I won't leave you. I just don't like to waste time, and waiting for a taxi seems foolish. But nothing has changed. You're without an assistant and friend. Got it, Kim Jongin?" You say as you walk towards his car now.

Continues...

#kim jongin x reader #kai x reader #exo fanfic #Spotify #kim jongin fanfic #kim jongin #jongin #exo #exo members #exo sehun #original character #office romance #unrequited love

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eruden-writes · 9 months

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When you regret seducing the demon-who-was-pretending-to-be-a-priest, because he makes you feel things you'd rather not feel.

lol

Patience and Uzgamal from My Soul To Keep.

#demon #demon x human #fantasy #medieval fantasy #original characters #ocs #oc art #oc stuff #monster lover #monster fucker #these two are complicated #monster x human #exophilia #exo #uzgamal #uzi #patience

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beecakescafe · 9 months

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i want someone to do a kpop rp with me 🥺

Must be interested in doing doubles

Should be literate Plus points if you have discord and reach word limit

Must be able to do all types of AUs Plot and biases will be discussed upon DMs

NO MINORS (18+)

I only do member x oc

Reply here if you're interested ╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠➝

#oc rp #roleplay #rp #original character roleplay #detailed #kpop roleplay #nct #nct roleplay #kpop #kpop rolepaly ads #exo #exo roleplay #treasure role play #treasure #oc x idol

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local-fanfic-addict · 1 year

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The Never-Ending Echo

Part One | Next>

Destiny Forsaken angst. Can be read as a self-insert, but was written with an OC. Not an X reader. If anything, it's a vent since I'm still not over what they did to Cayde.

Inspiration: Jungle - Emma Louise

Trigger warning - Obsession of revenge, major character death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, general angst.

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Vlairyn-3 had given and received condolences, donned dark colors, as you were supposed to, and stood before the long silver slab covered by the Vanguard’s flag; smooth satin and gold that molded to match the curves of Cayde’s body as he lay unmoving, and yet the concept of his death lay beyond her immediate grasp. She wished he was simply sleeping, his face obscured by the banner as if it were a blanket, how easy it was for her to fall into such thoughts until the fatal echo of a gunshot rang in her head again, as it had been doing since she had returned with his body in her arms.

It pulled her thoughts back to that moment when all she could hear were her own footsteps sprinting down the metal hallways of the Prison of Elders, her ghost keeping stride next to her as the faint sounds of a battle could be heard getting closer from below them. The tell-tale sign of destroyed light flooded her senses seconds afterwards, blinding her with a sudden burst of loss as the energy faded into nothingness between one breath and the next. Cayde's ghost was gone and he was alone.

The silence that followed was jarring as Vlairyn took the last jump onto the floor below them and her feet carried her to the final door, having to pry it open with her hands before she could actually move through the threshold. Coolant rushing through her artificial veins, heart racing, she only had time to register the piercing shot of Ace as it rested in the hands of the hooded Prince of the Reef, not Cayde’s.

Without thought she drew her own gun upon him with a scream and emptied its clip with reckless abandon despite his immediate exit via transmat. The empty weapon then fell from her hands with a metallic clang and she slid down onto her knees before the wounded Exo in front of her, almost too afraid to touch him in any capacity until he reached for her.

Wires were detached, sending small sparks up from their tips. Metal was bent and mangled, and his eyes flickered with each racking cough that flooded his lungs, the gaping bullet hole that sat in the center of his chest just adding to the growing panic that the Exo could feel swell within her.

“How’s… How’s my hair?”

Her audio processors nearly missed his question, of all the things for him to say to her and he leads with a joke about his nonexistent hair. It should have been a good sign, but she could see the damage done to his body as she took up his head in her autumn colored hands, the ring of the gunshot still fresh in the forefront of her mind.

“Speechless. Typical.” He chuckled, followed by another set of coughing.

“I’m sorry Cayde, I’m just- I- Goldie! Please!“ Vlairyn couldn’t find her words as she averted her gaze from him, a shuddering breath escaping her lips as she called for her Ghost.

“I’m sorry, Vlairyn. There’s nothing- I can’t do anything…” Goldie’s voice was small and sad as he hovered over the Vanguard, the beams of his light scanning his body but to no avail.

“Okay. Okay look at me Cayde, we’re gonna get you out of here, we’ll get you back to the Tower. You have to hold on, alright?” There was no use trying to hide the panic in her voice as she lifted his upper body onto her lap, cradling him in her arms.

“You have to stay awake. Think of your job! You hate it so much, would you really want some other poor hunter to have it if you die?” There was a joke in there somewhere, some attempt to get him to focus on her and to do anything but close his eyes.

He laughed. It was strained and made him cough, but he did focus on her, his hand grabbing her upper arm for stability as if he was going to sit up.

“You’re- you’re right, they’d probably… give it to you and- and I couldn’t do that to my…” He didn’t finish his sentence as another fit of coughing overtook him. His breathing was getting worse, short gasps in between metallic coughs. It was Vlairyns only hope to send a message to the Tower and keep Cayde awake long enough to get back, but they both knew that fixing an Exo this badly wounded was… impossible.

“Listen Val. This… This ain’t on you, okay? This… is what I get… for- for playing nice.” His laugh, however pained, still came through his fading voice. His labored breathing became even more shallow.

“Cayde I can’t lose you, you have to fight it, please. Cayde I-“

“It’s okay, I- I know.” He cut her off, his grip on her arm tightening. “It’ll be- be alright. You tell Zavala… and Ikora…. The Vanguard is the best bet… I ever…. Lost.”

“Cayde no, please!” Vlairyn shook him by the shoulders gently, but she could already see that the lights of his eyes were gone, dull and dark as he lay in her arms.

The solar flare that overtook her was epic in proportions, acting on the unrestrained scream that left her body as his body lay unresponsive. The light was brilliant, gold and orange flames licking at the metal of the ceiling and floor alike until it was red-hot and sizzling, practically melting around her.

She was pulled back to the present by the overwhelming feeling of heat spreading through her body, the memory of his death consuming her thoughts to the point where it called up her solar light on its own. His last words, the light literally draining from his eyes, and the echo of the gunshot that killed him all swam in her mind's eye. His own gun, now in the hands of his murderer. She wouldn’t stand for it.

She resigned herself to stay in her mourning clothes, blue was all she had as opposed to the standard black, but it fit her. She moved slowly around his body, keeping to the back of the room as other Guardians gave their respects and condolences to his fireteam, her processors picking up bits of the Vanguards conversation until she heard that name again.

Uldren Sov

She could hear her fan growing louder as it worked to cool the red hot rage that immediately rose within her at the mention of his name. She would hunt him down to the ends of the reef and beyond. Make him feel the same pain. Anything to see him dead.

She advanced upon the two remaining Vanguard with glowing eyes. She didn’t care who saw her, or what kind of person she looked like at that moment. Her anger could be felt radiating off of her in waves, hot and stifling as her solar light seemed to condense into her feelings and bring them out into the world in a physical aura.

“Uldren Sov is mine.” Her words caused a visible show of golden flames to consume her eyes for a split second before she was gone, gun slung over her shoulder and mind overwhelmed by the burning sensation of rage that was ever fueled by her solar light, by the Traveler’s gift; the echo of Ace never ending in her mind.

The Traveler would help her see this through, for she had faith in him and the power he granted her.

#bwcfic #destiny 2 #destiny exo #destiny cayde #cayde x oc #cayde 6 #one shot #angst #im hurtin #original character

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yxine · 6 months

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hiii this is my first ever request so i'm nervous but 😅 I had this idea (i'm delulu) of the reader going to one of badas classes and she joins the reader in the choreo when it's time to perform and their relationship kinda forms from there 🩵

It's okay babes I'm delulu too, your idea is so good! It was so fun writing it! Do send more requests if you want to;)

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— FLOW. ❞

Bada Lee x Student!Reader:

— in which Bada joins her student that she secretly adores on the choreography she had made.

Really short!

notes: any characters in this fiction is not mine, this is made purely for entertainment.

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You were nervous, this was your first time being a part of your teacher's film. Usually you would just be on the sidelines watching other people in your class dance to their hearts content to appeal the viewers behind the film, well also their teacher.

Bada Lee, a famous choreographer in south Korea who had choreographed for multiple artist such as Kai from Exo, NCT, Aespa and etc. Known for being a very good dancer, a vibe that attracts men and women alike and for her duality that seemed to always surprise people outside from her circle.

She intimidated you, but you also can't help but feel attracted to her. It was the 'Bada Effect' or so they say and you certainly agree with that.

So now here you are standing in the middle of the studio waiting for Bada to finish testing the speakers. Your hands were sweating so much you kept wiping your palms on your black trouser. You have to perfect this, for the spectators...for Bada.

And so, the music started and your body immediately moved to the beat. Every step was on beat, it was like you were water, fluid on every movements. The places where you need more impact, you gave it so popping to make the quality even higher. It looked like you were the one who made the choreography, not your teacher.

Bada can't help but just stare at you as you danced like it was the last thing you do. This was one of the reasons why she chose you to dance for one of her videos, your quality was out of this world, she even wondered why you were still taking her classes. But it was also exactly why she adored you and exactly why it took her this long to show you off to other people without you knowing.

With your aura, it will just be a matter of time before you become famous like her. Which is why she doesn't put you in her videos til now because if you had all the attention, how will she get yours?

One of the reasons why Bada also chose you was because she originally made the choreo for a duo, so guess what she's going for there. Yes...

Everyone in the studio cheered loudly as Bada suddenly went behind you, arms were wrapped around you before swiftly moving to your left. The image looked like a lover wanting to wrap their arms around their significant other but was pulled away. It made everyone yell in surprise as suddenly the dance made sense now.

You on the other hand was focused on the dance that even when Bada joined you, you were in the zone and didn't even flinch. It was like both of you planned it but it wasn't.

Both your bodies in sync and was so closely each other it looked so intimate, the tension was so high as both of you grinded to the rhythm. This should not be done in the studio was what the other's were thinking.

It wasn't until the song ended that you finally snapped out of it and covered your mouth in shock the moment your eyes locked with your teacher.

When did she get here?!

Bada only smiled and chuckled in amusement of your expression, slightly taken aback as you didn't even notice her. You were dancing with so much effort and focus it looked cute in her eyes. The fact that it was her choreography that made you like this...

"That was good, love. Maybe we should do it again next time." Bada said to you making you blush profusely as she winked and clapped her hands to get her other students' attention while you just stood there processing.

I got to watch that video when it uploads!

#bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 #bada lee x oc #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n

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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

#yandere #dark #yandere au #dark au #commissions #writing commissions

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 9 months

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Clickbait

Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing?

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo.

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi.

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time.

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’.

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with.

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not.

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you:

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked.

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again.

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal.

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path.

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions.

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late.

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap.

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.”

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into.

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future.

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else.

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted.

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.”

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup.

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant.

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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Thanks for reading Clickbait! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to leave me a meme or GIF in the comments. How would you react if this were you? Inquiring minds must know!

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Tis the Season to be Jolly my Nuggets!

It is once again that time of year to send in your favorite actors, soloists, and group members for the 'Tis the Season 2023 Event. Originally, I was going to have the same rules as the previous two events, but with the addition of KDrama / KMovie characters to my masterlist I'm changing a few things. Every week of the event I will write for one artist/character/actor/soloist/group member of my choice or that I haven't written for before (this is to get some variety in these events since it does feel like I tend to write for the same people every time). These will be listed on the calendar below with those respective prompts. Seven (7) requests for actors and group members will be accepted (meaning for each category). Six (6) requests for soloists and drama/movie characters will be accepted (for each category). Like before, no repeats and only one celeb per prompt unless the prompt directly calls for it. I also ask that when requesting for soloists to please, please, request intially for the soloists listed on my masterlist (or suggest new ones for a quick drabble. i'm very open and did it for the 3 year event). I will take requests for group members who also promote as soloists later on in the requesting period when I feel like enough time has passed to accept them. Now all of that is out of the way, I do have a few things I wanted to express to all of you.

I want to thank you for the wonderful year and support I have received this 2023 season. I hope all of you have a very happy holiday season no matter what it is that you and your loved ones celebrate. Happy Holidays and Happy Reading! Please send requests in during the month of October! And please continue to be incredible readers and little chicken nuggies!

Love,

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Day 1: Penomeco (self choice)

Day 2: Ji Changwook (Act)

Day 3: Jang Hanseok (Vincenzo)

Day 4: Amber Liu (Solo)

Day 5: Taecyeon (2pm)

Day 6: Lee Jongsuk (Act)

Day 7: Heechul (SuJu)

Day 8: Lee Jungjae (self choice)

Day 9: Reserved Post Day EXOLSS 23

Day 10: Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo)

Day 11: Kyuhyun (SuJu)

Day 12: Suga (BTS)

Day 13: Rowoon (Act)

Day 14: Cha Dalgun (Vagabond)

Day 15: ghost!YoungK Series Installment (self choice)

Day 16: Henry Lau

Day 17: Kim Taeho (Space Sweepers)

Day 18: Chanyeol (EXO)

Day 19: V (BTS)

Day 20: Kim Jeha/K2 (The K2)

Day 21: Changbin (SKZ)

Day 22: Jung Woosung (self choice)

Day 23: Kim Seonho (Act)

Day 24: Kim Bum (Act)

Day 25: Hyungwon (Monsta X)

Day 26: Woo Dohwan (Act)

Day 27: Rieul/Ryu Minhyuk (The Sound of Magic)

Day 28: Eunhyuk (SuJu)

Day 29: Choi Doil (Little Women) (self choice)

Day 30: Woosung (The Rose)

Day 31: Yonghwa (CNBLUE) (self choice)

Day 32: Park Seojoon (Act)

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peachysooxo · 20 days

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Coming Soon

The Last Time: A Kyungsoo AU Love Story

pairing: Doh Kyungsoo x Mila Rose Doh (OFC)

genre: romance, drama

theme: angst, solo!kyungsoo, EXO!AU

tropes: marriage in trouble, right person wrong time, elopement, jealous male lead, high school sweethearts

DESCRIPTION EDITED AS OF 04/21/2024

description: Mila Rose Park always believed in love and that there was someone out there just for her. Kyungsoo Doh never imagined he would fall in love so deep with a girl that was forbidden to him: his best friend Chanyeol’s little sister.

With the two young lovers decided to risk it all and elope when they were barely old enough to drink, they thought they knew much better than every voice telling them no in their lives. Even worse, they weren’t ready to handle the attention around their marriage because of who they were: international pop stars that both just so happened to be signed to Mila’s father’s record label, SPG Entertainment.

Mila couldn’t have possibly planned her marriage falling apart, especially because of the risk it took to get married in the first place. Being 25 and on the brink of divorce changed the trajectory of Mila’s life and her belief in love. To the public, Kyungsoo and Mila were music’s it couple. Behind the scenes, they began to avoid each other as much as possible. Kyungsoo was a workaholic, closed off, and had a jealousy issue that Mila overlooked for the sake of love.

Kyungsoo can’t imagine his life without Mila, he knew his possessive and apathetic ways were a problem but never fixed the issue. Any time the divorce petitions come in, Kyungsoo would outright deny them. Mila is a bright, bubbly and gorgeous woman but so stubborn and frustrating when it came to getting what she wanted. Kyungsoo lost sight of what he loved about her in the first place. Will Kyungsoo and Mila find their way back to where they started? How did they drift so far apart in the first place? Will they ever find themselves back in love, and not fake it for the cameras?

Welcome to the Romantic Universe - A series of 4 intertwined standalone stories featuring Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongin. Set in both New York and Los Angeles, this is an EXO alternate universe where EXO doesn’t exist as a group, but the members are all still close friends. Everything is a work of fiction and non canon. The only characters that I own are my original characters. In no way am I suggesting that the attitudes, characteristics and personalities depicted are how I see the EXO members. It is purely a work of fiction.

THIS IS IN NO WAY SUGGESTING THAT I WANT EXO TO DISBAND OR HAVE A PARTICULAR MEMBER TO LEAVE THE GROUP! This story is a work of fiction and is meant to be in an alternate universe. I hope you enjoy!

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skeletalobscurity · 1 year

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Feobe wanting Marquis to take his mask off around her for the first time,, (Marquis belongs to @robotdotjpeg!)

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driver270 · 11 months

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Bedroom Tour

Top Row: Boxes holding the instructions for all my Transformers Generations figures going as far back as Classics.

2nd Row: First year Lego Exo-Force sets.

3rd Row: Various Deluxe, Voyager, and some Leader Class Transformers Generations Autobots that range from Classics To Legacy Evolution. There are some 3rd-party ones in there.

Bottom Row: Deluxe & Voyager Generations Decepticons from Universe 2008 to Legacy Evolution.

My dresser only has the Sentai Fortress on top of it.

Top Row: Lego sets from various lines and a clock I "made" in 9th-grade metal shop class.

2nd Row: Various Legion/Core Class (and some Deluxes that are close to their size) Autobot & Decepticon Transformers Generations.

3rd Row: Various Lego sets.

4th Row: Various "big name" Transformers Generations Autobots.

5th Row: Various "big name" Generations Decepticons.

Bottom Row: Hardcover & trade paperback comics (mostly IDW Transformers & Atomic Robo).

Hoo boy, this is probably my busiest set of shelves. Let's get crackin'!

Top Row: TFC Hercules & MMC Feral Rex with some Lego Creator.

2nd Row Left: SH Figuarts Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers & Legacy Collection Megazord & Dragonzord.

2nd Row Right: Square Enix Play Arts Final Fantasy VII Advent Children.

3rd Row Left: Figures from various video game franchises that aren't Final Fantasy.

3rd Row Right: Square Enix Play Arts from the PS1-era Final Fantasy games.

4th Row Left: The "whatever" shelf that contains numerous non-game franchises like Sailor Moon, Deadpool (with Lego Unicorn), Batman TAS, Hello Kitty X Q Transformers, Darkwing Duck, Death's Head, Ghost In The Shell, three different Gokus, and Barney Gumble.

4th Row Right: More Square Enix Play Arts. This time from the PS2-era Final Fantasy games.

Bottom Row: Transformers from Leader & Commander Class, and Combiners. (official & 3rd party)

My Bionicle Detolf. The top has some Transformers that I don't know where else to put (plus Pokémon Select Charizard).

We're at the home stretch! Top Row: Generations Unicron, some plush toys, and a Stubbins Aloy.

2nd Row Left: A mix of Warrior & Legion Class Autobot & Decepticon Transformers RID 2015 figures.

2nd Row Right: A combination of TMNT figures from the 1990 film & 2012 cartoon.

3rd Row Left: Deluxe & Voyager Autobots from Transformers Prime.

3rd Row Right: Deluxe & Voyager Decepticons from Transformers Prime (plus Leader Legacy Evolution Skyquake).

4th Row: Transformers Animated figures with Autobots & Decepticons separated by left & right respectively.

Bottom Row: Beast Wars characters that span from the original line to Legacy Evolution with Maximals on left and Predacons on the right.

In conclusion: I like collecting plastic crack.

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Desperation's Summit - Part 12 (Troll x Human)

Summary: What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

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cw: spousal death backstory

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Recap:

Turning to Rakash, Cordelia slapped her hands against the water. "Do I look like some creepy, death-dealing mage?"

Her glare only intensified as Rakash dawdled in a reply. Giving a thoughtful hum, he scratched at his stubbly chin with a thumb, eyes tilted away from Cordelia as he mused, "For a non-magic user, that magic shot was pretty impressive."

Rakash couldn't help but give a weak grin as Cordelia's expression edged into glare territory. She looked about ready to splash him, which would have been a promising return to normal. But she didn't.

Instead, she sighed and sank deeper until the water reached her chin. She didn't want to think about what that thing - that thrall - had told her. She didn't want to open up a can of worms that threatened to upend her understanding of the world around her.

She was Cordelia, a non-magic user and the 'baby' of the family. If she was being frank, she didn't want to think of that either. Instead, she focused on Rakash, gripping onto the residual annoyance at him. "I suppose I should be thankful you showed up, barely in time."

In the quiet, Rakash had shifted to sitting cross-legged at the water's edge, keeping a watchful eye on Cordelia. She hadn't been doing much, except swaying in the water and glaring off into the distance. He wondered what kept her expression so sour. Was it thoughts of him? Or her situation? Or something he wasn't privy to?

When she spoke, his shoulders hunched under the question. "I came to check, since I thought I heard screaming. Twice."

"You didn't move until the second scream." Cordelia cocked an eyebrow, scoffing at Rakash's lack of urgency in her situation. Part of her knew she couldn't expect more from him. Expecting more simply led to painful disappointment.

"I thought I could be mishearing things," Rakash explained, his gaze flickering to his hands in his lap. His hands flexed, a string of guilt tangling inside his chest and strangling his heart. He should have gone to check on her after the first scream. Just as he should have sought help for Ebra instead of insisting everything would be alright. Thinking back to Cordelia's unmitigated disgust in him, he sighed again and his shoulders hunched further. "I didn't want to disturb you, if I was wrong."

With a hum, Cordelia considered his words. It was true that she didn't want him to bother her. Residual disappointment and rage simmered in her chest still. But he did come for her. Better late than never. And any later might have spelled death for Cordelia, whether at the hand of the thrall or exhausted in the cold.

From her spot, she eyed the miserable-looking Rakash. Bags under his eyes and rumpled clothing appearing to hang off him, as if he were smaller than usual. Maybe she felt just a tiny bit forgiving. "Thank you for coming to get me."

"Don't thank me," he sighed, as morosely as he looked. He had a hard time bringing his eyes to Cordelia's face. "I was only doing the right thing."

That was also true. She couldn't deny that it was right to come to the aid of someone in danger. Although one could argue he had the right to ignore her after the things she said in the heat of fury and all the hassle she gave him.

Instead of voicing those thoughts, Cordelia changed the subject. "Can I undress now and take a proper bath?"

"Keep the clothes in the water. They may be tainted by the creature's magic." Clinging to the conversational change, Rakash rose to his feet and started to exit the area. "I'll get you some soaps and a towel."

Before he was completely gone, Cordelia called out after him, "And a change of clothes."

He didn't turn around, didn't even look at her. Just a backward wave to indicate he heard her.

It took him some time to return. Other than fumbling around in her personal trunk, he probably checked on the triplets. At least she hoped he did. Ebra was probably Still sick, even if they were doing better with the medicine. She couldn't even guess how Kazri and Zalmir were. If the illness was as contagious as the doctor said, the other two would soon read another dose of medicine.

Cordelia tried to enjoy her time floating in the water without the inane troll man. The heat of the bath replaced the cold inside her from both the outdoors and the thrall. The inky black spots dwindled and faded, though she could still see where they were if she looked hard. She wondered if others would be able to spot them or if this was another indication of what the thall had mentioned.

In irritation, Cordelia dunked herself under the water, trying to wash away the residual chill and the memories of the thrall's words.

When Rakash returned, a pile of towels and clothes in one hand and a small crate of Cordelia's toiletries under his other arm, she inclined her head to him. It didn't take long to note the exhaustion that pulled at his body or the red rimming his eyes.

She drifted closer to the water's edge, gaze narrowing on him. "Have you been crying?"

His eyes snapped to her before quickly darting away. Sheepishly, the troll rubbed a palm against one eye, as if he could scrub away the incriminating evidence. "It has been a long day."

Cordelia hummed in agreement, but said no more. She certainly wasn't going to Comfort him. Turning to the crate of goods he'd brought to the water's edge, it seemed he'd brought anything and everything she might need. Letting her knowledge of scents and perfumes take over, she fingered through her available soaps and suds and shampoos.

Lavender scented assortments with a little punch of bergamot wash, Cordelia decided. A little bit of relaxation with a bit of energy. Heavens knew she could use both.

Rakash dutifully turned away as Cordelia stripped off her wet clothes ) leaving them to float in the water as she cleaned herself. For a time, he remained silent. The slosh of the water only sound between the two of them.

Ignoring his presence, Cordelia's thoughts wandered to meaningless things, letting her mind work on less-than-important topics as a breather. Lurking at the back of her thoughts were concerns. Where to go from here. Could she stand to stay with him until the thaw. Would her heart let her leave the little cretins in his lacking care.

Her meandering thoughts stumbled when Rakash broke the silence. "You were right."

"Hm?" Bobbing deep in the water, Cordelia turned to Rakash. He sat on the pool's edge, his back still turned to her and shoulders tense.

"You were right," he patiently repeated, still not turning.

She hummed, lips twisted with a grudging grin to herself. She couldn't hide her smugness as she hedged, in an almost-singsong taunt, "Once more?"

Now realizing her game, Rakash glowered at the far wall, but still bit out. "You were right, Cordelia."

"What of the many things was I right about this time?" Water sloshed around Cordelia as she floated backward, instinctively mimicking lounging back on a bed of knowledge.

"I failed my kids. I didn't act when I should have." His words came out tight aw stilted. Something in his stomach withered, churned at his own words, imagining Cordelia's expression and eventual utter disgust. "And I did act similarly when Karina died."

Her amusement hiccupped at the mention of his late wife, forcing her to upright herself and float closer to the troll. "Go on."

A moment's pause filled the space between them. Briefly, Rakash considered backtracking, remaining silent. It would be the easier choice. Not admit his shortcomings and simply continue with life.

He wanted to be better than that, though. If only for his children's sake. Cordelia's words, her actions, had made it abundantly clear that there were things he should be able to do, even if he had to force himself, to keep his children alive and thriving.

The strain in the air kept Cordelia quiet. If he continued, she'd listen, but part of her wouldn't have been too surprised if he clammed up, if he moved on entirely. A lesser man would do so, that was for certain. And he hadn't re-won her good grace.

Something in her perked up when he unexpectedly continued.

"The kids had just turned two. They were into everything and keeping us up at all hours. Teething, too. Their tusks were coming in." The words fell from him quietly, recalling the trying nights and lack of sleep. The crying pain the triplets suffered and the exhaustion that wound around himself and Karina.

But it was the two of them. They made it work. They had each other to lean on, Something he'd sorely miss when completely alone with the trollings.

When She was alive, he also had the benefit of getting out every other day, hunting for food or chopping firewood for hours. His wife did not take those chores, by her own choice. She liked staying close to the kids, tending to them, easing their achy gums and cuddling with them. Of course, that also meant cleaning up after them and dealing with their tantrums, but she took it in stride.

Still, he knew she needed to get out, get some fresh air and time away. Maybe if he hadn't, though, she'd still be alive. That thright often plagued him in the days after. "Karina hadn't been out of the house in days, so I offered to stay with the kids while she took Marimone for supplies we couldn't forage for."

His eyes closed, Cordelia's attentive silence burned through him worse than any agitation. Stifling heat filled his lungs, locked around his chest. Vivid memories spilled into his thoughts as he forced his words out, "Marimone had come back without her. She had blood on her flank and I just thought it was a fluke injury, that Karina would be home soon on foot, laughing about Marimone being startled by something small, insignificant.

"She always said I worried too much and I'd overreacted in the past. I forced myself to believe she'd be okay, that she was okay." Shaking his head ruefully, fondly remembering his wife's teasing, Rakash sighed. "Hours passed with no Karina. I didn't move quick enough and, by the time I did go out to look for her..."

"By the time you went out to look for her..." Cordelia prompted as the water around her shifted, as she edged closer to the edge of the pool. She needed to hear the story, no matter how difficult it was for him. It was good practice for him anyway, she decided, for when the children got curious about what happened to their mother.

"I heard her screaming and smelled the smoke before I found her," Rakash continued, tossing an awry pebble he found into the darker part of the bathing area. It clattered across the floor, happy to flee the heavy atmosphere between the two. Rakash's voice dipped low and bitter, a sneer on his lips, "Humans - a caravan of some sort - had her trussed up to a pole. The fire had mostly consumed her when I got to the clearing."

Drawn by his words, or maybe his tone, he heard water slosh as Cordelia inevitably rose out of the bath. Now nude, he remembered. A part of him balked at recalling that aspect, forcing his eyes to the right as she approached his left.

He pushed on with his story, sensing her closing in on his side and crouching down beside him. "They called her a witch and a traitor to humanity since someone had figured out she had half-troll children."

"Rakash." Cordelia said his name so softly, it made a pang go through his chest. He didn't know why she said his name, if she wanted him to stop. If asked, Cordelia herself wouldn't be able to explain herself either.

Ignoring the ache, his voice dropped even lower, guttural with no hint of remorse. "I killed them all."

Her hand paused on its journey to touch his shoulder, to offer him some wordless support. "What?"

"Left their bodies for the buzzards, hauled all their supplies home." Staring to the far wall again, memories filled with blood and stillness filtered through his thoughts. He'd Spent weeks cooped up with the kids, nursing his broken heart and soul while his children unwittingly stabbed him with every mention of Mama. A heaviness settled in his chest, cooling the emotional agony with icy calm. "Went back to collect their skeletons after some time."

Worse than she could have imagined, Cordelia bought time to process by focusing on his last words. "For what?"

"Trade." The word came so easily, along with his one-shouldered shrug. It was almost as if Rakash was talking about something obvious and everyday.

"With who?" Horrified curiosity made Cordelia's words pitchy high.

"Goblins and orcs, mostly." Another one-shouldered shrug, his tone fell with a careless ease as he turned to face her again. "Some dwarves, too."

"Rakash!" The light of the glowstones reflected in Cordelia's wide eyes, both her hands flying to cover her mouth. It wasn't to keep a retch in, but to hide her smile.

He didn't know that, though. Agitation had found its way home, his very words bristling as he snapped, "They killed my wife!"

Rakash glared down at Cordelia and waited, her eyes darting around his features for a moment. He braced for some haughty taunt, a disgusted reply, her face crumpling with disappointment. Her eyes were glassy, unshed tears pooling, before her gaze averted and she dropped her hands. Laughter fell from her lips, stunning Rakash into silence.

"Oh, I shouldn't laugh, but it's that or crying." When Cordelia spoke, her tone was strained and soft. Her attention did flicker back to him, sidelong as her lips quirked a little with impressed amusement. Seeing his rage, believing she was chastising him, brought another laugh bubbling up from her. "I can't say I expected you to sell their bones, though!"

"Why would you cry?" Unprepared for her sympathy, and half-realizing she was still nude beside him, Rakash drew his attention away from her. Thus far, he had successfully staved off tears in retelling his story to Cordelia. Although, perhaps he just cried himself dry earlier.

"Because that's all horrid!" Reaching out, she placed a hand on his upper arm, earning her a hesitant glance from the troll. "You saw her burnt at a stake, hearing her screams. I can't imagine."

Yet Cordelia could imagine. An acrid scent of smoke and burnt flesh and singed hair tickled her nose. A faint screaming echoed in her ears. Mentally, she shook the smells and sounds away. It was just her imagination, coaxing such things. Nothing more.

She had to mentally shake herself harder as the word 'necromancer' danced after the dismissed thoughts.

"But the fact I killed so many?" An entire caravan's worth. He honestly didn't know how many he had killed, but the ground in the area had pooled with blood for weeks afterward. Ravens and vultures still poked about, perhaps sensing old viscera or hoping for a renewal of the dining area.

"As long as no children or adolescents were involved, the caravan made their choice." Cordelia waved her hand, as if swatting away a gnat of an issue. "I don't have patience for small-minded bigotry. They begot what they beget."

To that, Rakash snorted. "If there had been children, I'd have more kids than mine under my roof."

"Oh, so you would've housed a bunch of orphans, but it was such a struggle to get you to house me, a woman you kidnapped?" Soaking in melodrama, Cordelia gasped and pressed a hand to her - still very bare - chest. With Rakash's tale concluded, she realized how cold the air was on her skin, how badly she prickled with goosebumps all over. She ignored the sensations, opting for over-the-top reactions over something insignificant in hopes of lightening the mood. Her eyes wide, lips parted in a gasp, unshed tears gone. The perfect picture of an affronted noblewoman.

Ah, back to this, Rakash thought. Something in him eased, relieved that she was acting familiarly now. He stared at her face for a long time, apparently unmoved by her display. "I wouldn't call you a woman."

"Excuse me?" Despite the way her voice rose with agitation, Cordelia had to bite back a smile. She started to move, shifting to her knees as if she intended to stand in front of him.

He knew she likely would do just that. While pointing at the bits he was fervently ignoring. Parts that made something in him flare.

With a quick more of his arm, Rakash flung a nearby towel over her before he got more of an eyeful. He quickly turned away again, shoulders hunched and arms crossed over his propped up knees. "You're more like the pure essence of annoyance given physical form."

To his surprise, Cordelia laughed at his words. The towel had landed smack over her head and she pulled it off with a shake of her head. "Oh, now you're clever."

"I know, as a father, I am fumbling. It has been difficult without Karina." Rakash continued on while Cordelia thankfully wrapped a towel around her form. He didn't need additional confusion making this night more complicated.

Even with most of her body covered, he spotted the goosebumps prickled over her limbs. Another wave of guilt tickled at the back of his thoughts, but he ignored it. "I forget they cannot handle the same things troll children can. Thank you for the reminder."

The words brought a rush of conflicting feelings over Cordelia. Her eyebrows furrowed, a little fear nagging at her chest. Even if her staying, in perpetuity, to help with the kids was the farthest thing from his mind, she needed to be clear. "I'm not going to be around forever."

His acknowledging nod sent a flurry of combating feelings through her, but he didn't notice. "You offered to help me read Common. That would help my kids later in life, too. Maybe there's other things as well."

"Maybe." Apprehension struck her, making her feel far more tired than she had a moment ago. Her eyes flicked to the pool, over the steaming water and awry floating clothes. The scent of whatever soaps and medicines had filled the air had dissipated over the course of Rakash's story.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you're tired." The sound of Rakash pushing himself to his feet, his boots scraping on the floor, drew Cordelia's eye back to him. Her breath caught as he loomed tall over her. Whatever emotions made him shrink in on himself were now dispelled or packed tightly away. "You can take my bed tonight."

The thought he would want her to stay longer collided through her head again, mixing with his latest words. Heat licked at her cheeks as she took a step back. Clutching the towel closer to her body, Cordelia's voice broke a little as she snapped, "I am not sharing a bed with you!"

Warmth licked hotter against her cheeks as Rakash continued to stare down at her. He was like a pillar of stone, expression unmoving save for that one damnable eyebrow cocking upward.

"I'll take the cot tonight and keep an eye on my kids. I don't think I'll be able to sleep, so a bed would be wasted on me," he replied, soft and level. His tone scraped over Cordelia, making her feel foolish and worsening her blush. Before she could reply, he started about the room, gathering items and heading to his home proper. Behind him, he left Cordelia with her change of clothes.

She glared after Rakash, conflicting feelings warring inside her. Gracious for the bed, but not for the way the option was foisted on her, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "If I had my own room, I wouldn't need your bed."

Knowing she didn't have the energy to argue, Cordelia sighed and got dressed. Rakash could win this one, her tired bones decided as she shuffled to his room.

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Shipper Tag Game

Thank you @godotismissingx for the tag! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry that it took so much time 😅

Okay let's go!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

There were some k-pop ships I used to ship but as time went by I just stopped. Maybe because I’m not as much into k-pop as I used to be.

I also don’t ship any of Hetalia’s characters anymore.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Stella and Brandon from Winx Club or Kevin and Gewn from Ben 10: Alien Force. That was even before I was aware of what shipping was.

While I was aware, I think it was Shizaya? Durarara was one of the first animes I watched. And Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya's love-hate relationship was so good for a 12-year-old me.

Or it could be SasuNaru…

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Written it was Merciless.

But read? That was so long time ago...

I remember I found some Ben 10 stories on the Internet and I read a lot of them as a kid.

But when I read and I was aware I was reading fanfics it was most likely SasuNaru or Darry. It was most likely still on Wattpad or fanfiction.net. On or those self-publishing blogs. Those were popular back then.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Probably SasuNaru. Or another ship that was popular at the beginning of the 2010s.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

I try not to. I mostly believe that fiction is fiction and when I don't like something I just don't read it.

I like to read people's points of view though.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Not really. I used to hate UkFrance from Hetalia but now I just don't care. And I never really shipped Destiel. But I'm not sure I would call them a no-otp.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

A new chapter of Merciless fic that I'm always waiting for was published. It's called Hidsight by duty_free. AND IT'S AWESOME, GO READ IT. It's a wonderful continuation to The Merciless that can actually fix those two morons (I have hope, it's still ongoing)

Before it, my friend @frayed-at-the-seams published her fic about Junho and Hoyeol from D.P. It's called Dogs and Cats. It's an interesting supernatural spin on the original story and it allows Junho and Hoyeol to be cute ❤️

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Of course. My absolute favorite obsession is Han Jaeho x Jo Hyunsoo from The Merciless

But there is more:

Roronora Zoro x Sanji (Zosan) from One Piece

Sakata Gintoki x Hijikata Toshirou (GinHiji) from Gintama

Shizuo Heiwajima x Orihara Izaya (Shizaya) from Durarara!!

Oga Tatsumi x Furuichi Takayuki (OgaFuru) from Beelzebub

Lee Dongsik x Han Juwon from Beyond Evil

Kang Yohan x Kim Gaon (GaHan) from Devil Judge

An Junho x Han Hoyeol from D.P.

Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun (MiyuSawa) from Ace of Diamond

James T. Kirk x Spock from Star Trek

Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from BBC Merlin

James Bond x Q (00Q) from James Bond movies

Harry Hart x Gary "Eggsy" Unwin from Kingsman movies

Tony Stark aka Iron Man x Steve Rogers aka Captain America from Marvel Comics (comics only.)

Peter Parker aka Spiderman and Wade Wilson aka Deadpool from the Marvel Comics

Loid Forger x Yor Forger from SPY X FAMILY

Hino Eiji x Akhn (EiAn) from Kamen Rider OOO

Shijima Go x Chase from Kamen Rider Drive

Kiryu Sento x Banjo Ryuga from Kamen Rider Build

and many many more

Also as an exception to my k-pop rule, I still ship ChanBaek from EXO.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Robin and Barney from How I Met Your Mother. I get that it was planned from the beginning for Ted to end up with Robin but did they have to make Robin and Barney so good???

Also, Merthur, like they had a whole story about them? All 5 seasons?

And Sterek.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Zeke x Levi from Shingeki no Kyojin. I used to not be much into it but there is an amazing reincarnation comic AU on twitter (here) with them and I have to say that they have a potential.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be canceled over?

Not sure... There were some ships that I wasn't aware of age. I don't mind ships with big age differences but I like for both parties to be over 18.

So maybe as an example Levi x Eren? Eren was 15 and now looking back I'm not sure if I would ship it.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Tried to think of something but my head is empty. I don't believe I don't have any crack ships!

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Shizaya, GinHiji or ChanBaek. They have big fandoms so I could just move from one fic to another.

Also YoonMin. I used to ship them a lot but now not really but I read a lot of fics with them.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

They usually banter or tease each other. Those love-hate relationships are my favorites. And more of them lately have an age difference.

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Lack of chemistry? I hate too much drama but also don't like where everything is fine. And cheating.

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Faltered Aim

Inspo: What Could Have Been - Sting, Ray Chen

Trigger warnings - General Angst, Depression, Self-Isolation as a coping mechanism

Note: This is Canon to the game.

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Vlairyn’s back rested against the stone pillar on which Cayde’s tribute sat, her head resting against her knees as the feeling of cold solar light swirled within her. The rain around her fell in sheets and yet she was completely dry, the droplets evaporating with a cacophony of hissing before they even touched her, such intense heat radiated from her body. This in turn caused a pool of steam to cascade around her sitting form and it sounded like the grinding of gears to her processors but she was unable to make it stop.

Oh how she wished it would stop. How everything would just be silent for a second.

Particles of light signaled that Goldie was in front of her, hovering gently over her head and towards her buried face. She barely noticed, the soft nudge to the crown of her head finally bringing her to lift it and face him.

“You need to be anywhere else but here, Vlairyn.” It was whispered, gently, and with care but all Vlairyn could hear was a command. An order.

“I’m fine, Ghost.” Her own voice was soft, but laced with venom as she lowered her head again and waved Goldie away.

“I’m fine.”

Goldie felt a twinge of hurt at her words. She hadn’t even bothered to use his name, the name she had given him. She wouldn’t tell him how she was feeling, or what had happened on Neptune, he had to hear it from Caitle on the way back to Earth because his own Exo wouldn’t even talk to him!

“Fine, Guardian.” The sad trill in his voice was the closest thing one could attribute to crying as he vanished from her view, leaving her alone again.

A sob racked her body as soon as he left, rare and unusual to her, she hated its feeling. Maybe it wouldn’t be there if she had killed Goldie on Neptune days prior.

Her gun had been raised, the familiar feeling of Ace in her hands as she gripped the hand cannon and placed her finger upon the well worn trigger; the tiny little golden ghost in her crosshairs before the vast opening of the Veil that lay before her. An ever churning mass of unknown origin.

Could she kill Goldie? Her own Ghost? Her friend? The first thing she ever saw as a Risen, the small being who had resurrected her time and time again and had listened to her rambles about obscure topics; who had stood by her even though she called upon a cold power that had made him feel distant to his creator. He had been undyingly loyal throughout the many years they had been together, even through their differences.

“But this was for the better” She told herself, the feeling of solar light rising within her, violently pushing her to pull the trigger as she tried to make herself believe her own words, like that was the final missing piece she needed to gain the strength to kill her best friend.

The light tightened around her, all but making her glow in the face of her undetermined fate as it tried to put a stop to the ever growing link that was forming between the possessed Goldie and the Traveler.

Her chest tightened, for it wasn’t simply solar light she felt wrapping around her hands, it was Cayde’s light. She could feel his fingers around hers, squeezing and pushing her, trying to get her to pull the trigger and watch her Ghost die before her, ridding her of her ghost but saving the Traveler in the process.

It made her knees weaken, violent heat and seething flames consuming her mind and body as images of Cayde flashed across it, amplified by the neon green energy of Strand as it tied itself around her memories and sought to bring them all to the surface in one overwhelming moment. Cayde’s light in tandem with hers, all their escapades, their tender moments, inside jokes, time spent escaping the tower-

She couldn’t do it.

Save the thing she hated the most? Live without that feeling of Cayde’s light? She realized that now, if she pulled the trigger, the presence of Cayde-6 would be gone forever, and she would have been responsible for the death of her best friend all over again in Goldie. She knew that killing him would have freed her of her light, perhaps she might have felt peace then, but her obsession to spite the Traveler was all consuming and spiraling.

“I can’t do it!”

The striking mix of golden orange and neon green was blinding to those around her, they seemed to be fighting, clashing in spectral colors that synchronized with the Exo Hunters outburst. It curled up the handle of her gun, wormed its way down her arms and shoulders before it enveloped her in yet another display of emotions fueled by reckless power.

She screamed and in one defiant act against the Traveler, she threw her gun away from her, its metallic clang echoing as Nimbus swooped in from above to grab Goldie from his fate, but too late. The Ghost rose from his place in their hands, bewildered, no memory of his possession as his Guardian knelt shaking on her hands and knees.

Vlairyn leaned her head back against Cayde’s tribute as she remembered what had happened. She had since been calling upon her light in hopes it would provide some sense of comfort and ease her still shaking body, but it was always too much. Too overwhelming with the mingled sensation of growing loss that was the Darkness, and now with the addition of Strand, it only amplified whatever memories she felt to an absurd degree, rooting them within her like forever intrusive thoughts.

What would it take for her to be rid of these feelings? If they could be controlled, she didn’t have the first clue as to how. Every attempt to stifle them into smaller pieces only had them return more mingled than before, like a tangle of wires too thick to unwind by her own hands.

Maybe she was too stubborn, too loyal to a fault and her fault was flawed. She didn’t know how to crawl out of this hole that seemed to be made of quicksand, dragging her ever deeper into her own abyss.

The only shred of comfort she could remind herself of was that she was there, with all her power, she still stood; the Towers greatest bastion of strength despite how crumbled she actually was. Maybe there was hope in her sacrifice, but there was still that ever gnawing whisper in the back of her head, that one selfish voice that tugged on her emotions.

What if she had rid herself of her light? The thought of what could have been would never leave her, another intrusive thought amongst all the rest, and yet it stood out the most. Like a thorn in her side.

She settled back against the stone, finally letting the rain soak her clothes. The world might be coming to an end, and its best chance of survival was broken.

#bwcfic #one shot #cayde 6 #destiny 2 #destiny exo #original character #angst #cayde x oc #destiny cayde

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