#lol these fandom event weeks just keep sneaking

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week's writer's spotlight feature is: @rindecision! With forty-two works on Ao3 in the Stranger Things fandom, they've written thirty-one (!) works with the Steddie ship tag!

Nominated by @skjachukson, they recommend the following works by rindecision:

You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid

Nectar

Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire

From Hell and Back

Rindecision has been a great friend throughout the Steddie holiday exchange, and their writing is just so fantastic. - @skjachukson

Below the cut, @rindecision answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

It started when my partner asked me to. I’ve always loved writing, but I never got into fanfics until they asked me to write a specific type of story that led to the creation of The Devil of Hawkins. From there it was a slippery slope!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Due to ADHD and the corresponding comprehension issues, I rarely read. Not just fics, but anything really. Although, I do personally enjoy whatever the sneaking around trope is. The characters being intimate in places or situations where they shouldn’t be.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

So far I’ve found that I enjoy FWB to Lovers with Steddie. Most of my fics tend to revolve around that.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I’m currently enjoying ‘I Think I Could Have Been Someone’ by @madaboutmunson

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’m new to fandoms so honestly I don’t really know a lot of tropes by name, but I have a long list of fics I want to write at some point. I have a ‘Through The Ages’ Steddie series in mind that I hope to do at some point. 

What is your writing process like?

Harrowing. It’s honestly pretty complex as I’m using writing fanfics as a means to improve as a writer in general so I can be more confident when I get around to my originals. But the short version is: Rough Draft -> Proof Read 1 -> Beta Proof -> Proof Read 2 -> Grammar Edit -> Text-To-Speech Edit -> Final Beta Proof.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Probably, lol. I try to keep my writing concise and leave little up to the imagination. The partner that requested I write fanfics has aphantasia (lack of imagination) and they read everything I write, so I want them to be able to enjoy it just as much as anyone else. 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I’m kind of chaotic on this one. It depends on the fic to be honest. So far, I’ve found I prefer posting ongoing fics without a schedule that I just post a chapter on as soon as I’m done editing it, whenever that happens to be. Other than the ‘You Know Where to Find Me’ series, the only fics I’ve posted on a schedule have been event fics and it’s been a bit more stressful than I expected it to be.

Which fic are you most proud of?

That would have to be my ‘You Know Where to Find Me’ series. Particularly the first one: ‘Valentines ‘85’ 

How did you get the idea for You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid?

I needed something powerful between ‘Independence Day’ and ‘First Day of School’ but couldn’t think of anything that would work. @stardust-walker helped me work out the details. That entry genuinely wouldn’t exist without their help. 

When writing Nectar, what was something you didn’t expect?

Managing to stay under the 20k word limit. 😅 

What inspired Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire?

A Twitter post about mechanic Steve in cut-off shorts.

What was your favorite part to write from From Hell and Back?

That’s a hard one. I don’t think I have a singular part that I liked the most, but I really enjoyed being able to explore the logistics and lore around Eddie being a shapeshifting demon. In and out of Steve’s bedroom.

How do/did you feel writing Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire?

I was surprised by the reception it got, and I can’t wait to get back to writing it as soon as I’m done with the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

What was the most difficult part of writing You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid?

The time limit. I had 2 weeks to write and edit nearly 30k words. It made me hit burnout HARD, but I got it back pretty quickly.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I think that would have to be the first kiss in The Devil of Hawkins. It was also the first Steddie kiss I ever wrote. 🤍

“You aren’t stopping me, Harrington.” Eddie’s lips barely grazed over Steve’s as he spoke. “I know,” Steve squeaked. The feeling of Steve’s lips plucking his like a guitar pick was more than he could handle. He leaned forward, finalizing the kiss. They both let out a small groan. Eddie placed his other hand on the back of Steve’s neck, holding his head carefully, yet firmly. Eddie pulled away for a moment and looked at Steve; there was a look of longing on his face. An expression that Eddie was hoping for. He faintly smiled before pushing Steve’s lips to his own, plunging his tongue between them. He could feel Steve tense below him before relaxing into it.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

‘You Know Where to Find Me’ will be coming to a close in March, but there will be at least 5 more entries to it. I will also be posting my entry for the STRBB in March. I hope after those are done I can jump back into my ongoings.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I just want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone that’s read my work, and a platonic hug and kiss for those who have gone out of their way to leave comments or reblog them. It means the world to me 🤍🖤

Thank you to our author, @rindecision and our nominator, @skjachukson! See more of @rindecision's work featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer's Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#steddie fic recs #steddie #steddie writers #writer's spotlight #rindecision #steddieunderdogfics #steve x eddie #steddie fics #steve harrington #eddie munson

[silmaspens]

@tolkienvillainsweek here’s a morgoth for you

#big dickhead energy #wreck his shit fingolfin #lol these fandom event weeks just keep sneaking #I like participating in them I just need to schedule them haha #anywho here’s Morgoth getting bullied by Fingolfin #melkor #morgoth #fingolfin #nolofinwe #silmart #silmarillion #tolkienvilliansweek

[cssns]

Hello, Everyone!

Please welcome @searchingwardrobes to the CSSNS!

Tumblr Name * @searchingwardrobes

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom? * I lurked for awhile before I posted my first CS fic on Ao3 in 2016, so five years. How is that possible?!?

When did you start shipping Captain Swan? * I started binge-watching the show in 2014 and started shipping CS during the Neverland arc.

What drew you to this event? * I did the first CSSNS back in 2018 because I had just joined tumblr and I was trying to get to know more people in the fandom. It worked, and I've made a lot of great friends!

What inspired your topic? * Another ghost story from my home town! This time about a girl who supposedly haunts a bridge, and if you drive over the bridge at midnight, you'll see her. I used to have to cross the bridge when I babysat, and the few times I had to cross it at midnight, I closed my eyes! Not a smart choice at all. Kids, keep your eyes open while driving, lol.

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below. * When ebony flashes gold,

Blood runs cold.

When ivory runs red,

You’ll be dead.

Killian Jones gasped, his blue eyes flying wide open. He cursed himself and gripped the steering wheel tighter. Even though Liam wasn’t in the car, he could hear him clearly. “Bloody hell, little brother, it’s just a silly ghost story.”

Closing his eyes as he drove across the troll bridge when he’d only had his license for three weeks may not have been the dumbest thing Killian had ever done, but it wasn’t the brightest either.

Trolls didn’t really live under the bridge, of course. Some teenagers just thought it would be funny to spray paint an “R” between the “T” and the “O” in TOLL. It wasn’t a toll bridge either, or at least hadn’t been for a long time. Long enough for the metal box where people used to toss their change to rust over.

Killian’s jaw tightened as he passed the vandalized sign and his wheels thudded over the edge of the bridge. Before he could stop himself, he glanced into the rear view mirror.

A white nightgown shining in the dark night; golden hair blowing in the wind.

He squeezed his eyes shut again, an even more foolish decision than before, since the road now curved slightly to the left.

“It’s just your imagination,” he told himself.

Hallucinations brought on by hypothermia followed by post traumatic stress disorder . . . So read the clinical diagnosis that the psych ward gave Liam when Killain was discharged. The wolf, however, the one that bounded out in front of his car, eyes glittering cooly in the darkness, wasn’t an hallucination. Killian jerked the wheel as any typical inexperienced driver does, and right before he crashed into the pine trees, he saw it again. Golden hair . . . a white nightgown stained red with blood . . . Then everything went black.

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event? Scaring people again like I did with one of my last CSSNS fics - An Education in Southern Gothic. I never thought I could do that, and my ideas for this one are even scarier. It's fun to work on something that is different for me and stretches my creativity. I am also excited to see what my artist will do with it! I don't know if I can say who she is yet, but I will say that she is amazingly talented, and I am thrilled to be paired with her.

Oh my goodness!! I'm so looking forward to this fic -- it sounds so intriguing!!!

#cssns #cssns 2021 #gtkm #writers

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Lazy Sundays- Tom Holland x Reader One Shot

A/N: Yes, another Tom Holland story; I can’t help it! I love everything about this boy, or man since we’re both the same age and I hate being called a girl (I prefer woman lol) BUT HE OWNS MY ASS AND I CANNOT WITH HOW CUTE HE IS!

This came up from an interview Tom did from a year ago where he went undercover on the Internet and answered people’s questions and well, here we are. I hope everyone like this cute little one shot because oh my gosh, how I wish I could actually CUDDLE with Tom right now before I have to work :(

*(Y/S) = Your state 

(Y/F/R) = Your favorite restaurant 

Warnings: Longing, missing someone, FLUFF

As always, tag list requests are OPEN, multi-fandom requests are OPEN!

Masterlist of all masterlists is HERE! Send me an ask!

-M

Having the weekends off was something you normally didn’t have but you were fortunate to have them and you made sure to enjoy them to the fullest. On regular weekend days, you took advantage of sleeping in or you would go out and see some friends in the city you were closest to. Living in a rather small town, it would take a bit of a drive to go to the closest bigger city, but it was worth it. However, those days were usually saved for Saturdays while Sunday was used to catch up on your laundry before you had to head back to work the following day. Mondays always came too fast and you dreaded them, thanks to a less than ideal work situation. There was one thing, or person rather, who really made the weekends worth the long weeks.

You had been dating Tom Holland for the last few months, your relationship still new. You had met him at a premiere for a new movie of his. One of your closest friends had won a trip to London for a few days and a chance to hang out with Tom before and after the event. You would also walk with him on the red carpet as his guests and it was an experience like no other. But what surprised you, was how much of a liking he took to you. Throughout your day with him, leading up to the premiere, he stood closer to you or made sure to fall in step with you, more than your friend. As it turned out, when you were on your flight back home, you found a note in your backpack, from him. It said something along the lines of,

“I had a really great time hanging out with you these last couple of days. You seem like someone I could be good friends with. Text me sometime! (xxx) xxx-xxxx. -T.H.”

That was just less than a year ago and after eight months of getting to you better, he asked you on an official date. He flew from London to (y/s) to take you somewhere simple yet you wouldn’t forget how special it was. He picked you up at your house the following day, took you to (y/f/r) where you two sat and talked for hours before he decided to walk off all the food you had consumed. What started as a simple date, turned out to be the best one of your life and Tom, had become the most important man in your life. It took him a long time to break down your walls, fearful of what dating an actor may do. He promised that he would always be faithful and honest with you and although you were still unsure, you ended up falling for him faster than you originally planned. He was your world and you were his.

Just as you thought, your relationship was more long-distance than in person because of his busy schedule. He was one of the most sought-after actors in Hollywood and at only twenty-four years old. Luckily, he was able to keep up with it all, but he missed you and longed to be with you. So, when permitted, he took two weeks off from the set and flew home to see you. He didn’t mention he was coming to see you, so you were in shock when there was a sudden knock on your bedroom and it was him.

“Tom!” You cry, jumping off your bed and darting over to wrap your arms around him.

“There’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you,” he says, muttered by your hair.

“I missed you too! I didn’t know you were coming!” You say, pulling away from him to sit on your bed, him occupying the space next to you.

“I know, I wanted to surprise you. I mean your reaction was quite adorable,” he says, placing a small kiss on your nose.

“But wait, what about the movie?” You ask, wondering if he was still needed.

“Eh, they don’t need me for a little while. I get two whole weeks to spend with my girl,” he says, softly smiling at you.

“I still have to work though,” you say, frowning at your boyfriend.

“I know, but you work early enough so when you come home, we can be together, and I can come to see you for lunch and we have your days off, like today!” He says, beaming with excitement that you were off.

“I know but, I have to work again,” you say.

“But that’s tomorrow baby. It’s Sunday,” he says, going over to crawl under your sheets on your bed. You follow him, laying yourself beside him, as he looked at you with love in his eyes.

“Yeah but then tomorrow is Monday and I hate Mondays,” you whine, much like a child.

“Oh, my sweet girl, there is no reason you should worry about tomorrow. Just enjoy the right now,” he explains, kissing the side of your head.

You hummed in agreement, snuggling up in his side, his arms sneaking around you as you laid your head on his chest. One of his arms fell by you so you grab his hand and lace your fingers together. He brings your joined hands to his lips and kisses your hand before he leans over to kiss your lips.

Soft, sweet, moments like these were what you both craved, not realizing how much you two needed each other. But you didn’t want to have to think of having to leave him in the morning, so you did your best to take his advice and just live in the now. He had taken the remote control to your TV and began flipping through your streaming services before he settled on the live-action Beauty and the Beast; a favorite of yours. As the movie progressed, you snuggled closer to his side, and soon fell asleep to the sound of the movie in the background and Tom telling you a story, about the movie he was working on.

“Can you believe how crazy this movie is going to be, babe?” He was meant with silence. “(y/n)?” He asked for you once again, before looking down and noticing your sleeping form. A wide grin graced his features and he held you tighter. He loved it when you fell asleep on him because he felt that it meant you were comfortable with him. He stayed quiet and kept his movements to a minimum, afraid of waking you, until you woke up on your own. When your eyes opened, you were met with his eyes staring back at you.

“Well good morning sleepyhead,” he lightly teased you and chuckled when you made a face of annoyance back at him.

“Is it really morning?” You suddenly ask, worried you were late for work.

“No, it’s 4 pm, you were asleep for an hour,” he said and you were able to relax again.

“I love spending lazy Sundays with you,” you say, looking back to your boyfriend. You two were laying on your sides, facing each other.

“I love you,” he said for the very first time.

“I love you, too, Tom. So much,” you say back to him, before settling for another kiss.

You knew dating someone with a status like Tom’s wasn’t going to be easy; it hadn’t been up to this point. But you trusted him and you loved him with your whole heart, and that was all the reinforcement you needed to hold onto the love you shared, until you got to see each other again.

Tags: @tloveswriting​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​ @thinkinghardhardlythinking​ @akshi8278​ @marvelfansworld​ @spnjediavenger​ @lovabletomholland​ @hobby27​ @angeredcrow​ @damn-stark

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fandom #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland gif #tom holland girls

[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020

PROMPT: Adopting a Pet Together

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​​

RATING: G

PAIRING: TYL!Yamamoto/TYL!Hibari

SUMMARY:

Yamamoto brings Hibari to an animal shelter, and hopes it will cheer him up a little.

TAG WARNING: Implied/Reference Animal Death, Implied/Reference Animal Abuse

WORDS: 1415

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“Good—good afternoon sirs.” The man takes even less than one look at Hibari and shifts his whole attention on a smiling Yamamoto. Not that Hibari is looking at him. He’s doing this thing where he’s scrutinizing the animal shelter while still definitely looking at him. “What can I help you with?”

“We just want to take a look,” Yamamoto says.

“Oh?” The relief is clear on his face at the prospect of having minimum interactions with them. “What about—” He glances at the stray cat in Hibari’s hands.

“No.” There’s a distinct lack of any emotions in Hibari’s voice, as distinct as the unmistakable shift in the air.

The man tenses even more, which Yamamoto didn’t think possible but he’s used to it by now. People just tend to surpass themselves around Hibari out of an overwhelming desire to not die.

Hissy nuzzles Hibari’s arm, unbothered, apparently already unaffected by the Hibari effect. That’s good, seeing as she’s most definitely coming back home with them.

“Sorry,” the man chokes out. He does meet Hibari’s eye, but maybe he’s just smart enough to not risk having him out of his sight. Not that it would change anything.

“Volunteer?” Hibari asks. Yamamoto glances at the badge pinned on his chest. Oh yeah, he is a volunteer. Poor guy.

“Yes, I’m—”

“How long?”

“Err, a long time?”

“This shelter is not up to standards, Herbivore.”

Yamamoto swallows a laugh at the dumbfounded look that crosses his face. But then it takes on an outraged expression, albeit his voice comes out shakily.

“Well sir, we’re not the ones you should be telling us that. All the employees here are doing the utmost best with the resources they’re given. These animals are cared for and loved and looked after with all of our heart. Of—of course it could be better, but we make a point to make sure they’re not unhappy at all. S-so—”

Hibari subtly straightens his back, and he quiets down. “Is that so?”

The man pales under Hiabri’s preying eyes. He swallows thickly, either subconsciously aware—or worse, very consciously aware of the threat building in the air.

Yamamoto takes pity at the sheer panicked look he gives him.

He steps closer to Hibari, slides his hand down his back to rest at the small of his back. “That’s good to know, sir. Isn’t it, Kyoya?” He brushes their shoulder together, ever so slightly.

“I suppose.” Hibari looks past the volunteer again, effectively dismissing him. “I’ll write you a check.”

“No way, I’ll do it.” Yamamoto swings him around to look at him eye to eye. “Out of my own money. For the animals, and as a proof of my love.” Hibari narrows his eyes, and he gives him his most serious, solemn expression. “Because I love you.”

“Disgusting. You’re lucky I didn’t train her yet.”

Yamamoto laughs when he shoves past him. He falls in steps behind him, hands in his pockets.

“Excuse-me sir? A—a check?”

“Uhm?” He turns back to the man, to the confused look on his face. “Oh yeah, you know, for the good of the animals.”

They’ve seen worse shelters by far. Maybe there are a little too many animals for a not big enough space in this one, but at first glance the place is clean, the cages too, and the animals look in good shape.

They’ll use the money right.

“I don’t know if… I’m allowed to…”

“Ah, I forgot.” He closes the distance, puts a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll come check in regularly, so make sure we’ll leave happy alright?” He smiles, wide and cold. He lowers his voice. “Or we’ll break you.”

Yamamoto goes on his merry way without looking back.

A grin quickly plasters itself on his face, and he devolves even quicker into using his baby voice. He waves at the cats, makes faces at bunnies and hamsters, and talks gibberish at every single one of them.

Barks and growls and meowing lead him to Hibari, crouched in front of a dog’s kennel.

Hissy is doing what she does best in the fifteen minutes Yamamoto knows her, that is hissing on all fours on Hibari’s knee. She’s all puffed out to make herself bigger, but is still nowhere near the dog’s size.

Hibari doesn’t even spare him a glance when he crouches beside him. He’s too busy giving praises and incentives and advice to both Hissy and Twilight, stroking Hissy alongside her back.

It does seem to spur the animals on, and Yamamoto wonders for the umpteenth time if Hibari actually mastered the animal language.

“Twilight too then?”

“We’re not calling her that.”

“And Chocolate too,” he adds, waving at the most adorable, chocolate brown puppy he has ever seen, in the kennel next to Twilight.

Hibari rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t keeping his eye on the puppy all this time. He sneaks his fingers between the bars to stroke the fighting animals to a cease fire.

There’s a content and peaceful look on his face that warms Yamamoto’s heart, still sad and not a smile yet, but it’s the closer to happiness he’s seen him since weeks. His pants are dirty around his knees from when he knelt on the street until he won Hissy’s trust, and a burst of fondness overtakes him.

“Kiss?”

Hibari tilts his head without looking, and he plants a lingering kiss on his temple. He nuzzles his hair, and when Hibari tilts his head again, kisses his forehead.

They move on, go around the shelter back to the entrance. Yamamoto abruptly turns back before their last turn, and finds himself nose to nose with Hibari.

“You know what,” he laughs, not fooling anyone, “I think I want to see Twilight again.”

Hibari huffs. “I can hear them, I’m not deaf.”

“He was just so cute you know? We should go back the way we came.”

“You will move aside, Kitsune.”

Yamamoto bites his lip, but eventually and reluctantly lets him pass. He doesn’t move from his spot while Hibari strides the birds’ aisle.

This is too soon. Is this too soon? The others said it’d be too soon.

Well, Gokudera and Lambo did. Ryohei and Chrome thought it could help him move on, and Mukuro warned him it could go either way.

Tsuna gave a worrying “maybe”, but he didn’t get a bad feeling and his Hyper Intuition didn’t go off, so Yamamoto thought he could take the shot.

He tries to subtly get a feel of Cloud flames, but the way they snarl at him tells him he wasn’t so subtle.

“Kitsune.”

Yamamoto sighs and makes his way over. “I’m sorry Ky-chan, I’m just—”

“We’ll take this one too.”

The bird is busy eating, a beautiful white dove with black eyes and a black beak, a black collar at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t look anything like Hibird, but maybe that’s for the best.

“Are you sure? Please don’t feel like you have to become better quicker than it feels right because of me. I just—”

“Worry too much for nothing, as usual.”

“It’s not nothing,” Yamamoto says softly. He leans against him, and Hibari doesn’t move away. “Hug?”

There’s a beat of silence before Hibari puts Hissy down. There’s another beat where he strokes the top of her head before he stands back up, straight into Yamamoto’s arms.

He pretends to pull away, clicks his tongue. “Your perfume,” he says with impressive disdain in his voice.

Yamamoto laughs. “I know, I know, I’ll change it back.” He strokes the hair at the base of his neck, breathes in eagerly in their strawberry scent. “You know, Hibird isn’t in bird Heaven because he was your bird, but I’m sure he’s having the best time of his life in bird Hell.”

Hibari huffs a laugh, but then actually chuckles, low and husky at the back of his throat, his shoulders shaking. Yamamoto grins ear to ear, and pulls back to take in his happy face, the gleam in his eyes and the white of his teeth peeking through.

“Obviously, who do you think he was?”

“The best,” he says, bumping their foreheads together. “How should we call this little one?”

Hibari hums, shifting his head to look at the dove. “Blade.”

Yamamoto snorts, holds back his laugh as best he can, that is badly. “Terrible name.”

Hibari shuts him up with a biting kiss, and he’s happy to let him.

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BONUS:

This is TYL but in a TYL!Verse where Byakuran isn’t trying to take over the world because, you know, they dealt with that.

Takeshi and Kyoya got together, err, at some point??? Not when they were teens in any case. Somewhere between after high school/reaching adulthood and when they hit 24/26 years old.

They got together because??? Not out of some lingering feelings from when they were teens in any case, of from a sudden realization of how the other is boyfriend material lol.

And Hibari’s type definitely includes “high battle skills” but he’s in it for other things too.

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Maybe Takeshi was the one he used as intermediary to stay in touch with the other Guardians/Tsuna/the family business because he’s the one he tolerates the most.

Maybe Takeshi was the one Tsuna sent the most in mission with Hibari because he’s the one most successful to deal with Hibari being Hibari without it ending in a fight.

And maybe they learn to actually enjoy each other company instead of just tolerating/putting up with the other. And maybe they start hanging out with the other outside of family business.

And maybe they learn to appreciate the way they balance each other, and the way they make each other better, and the way they can deal with the other at their worst without, like, not allowing the other to be at their worst, you know? (Probably not lol.)

Yeah, something like that, that sounds nice.

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Anyway, they’re together since a year or two here?

And Hibird died because??? Not some horrible death like a mafiosi wanting to take revenge on Hiabri or something anyway. Idk guys, birds just die sometimes.

So Hibird died and Hibari is sad. And he’s not going on a rampage because he’s 26 and learned how to deal with his emotions like a functioning adult. Well, as much as a functioning adult Hibari can become lol.

He does get more vicious and merciless in his missions. And more cold and with an even shorter patience when dealing with the others Guardians. And demands more alone time too.

And it’s been weeks like that, and Takeshi wants to give him back some happiness. He thinks maybe adopting a new pet would do him some good.

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The actual, full pet names Hibari uses for Takeshi is Ao Kitsune (Blue Fox), for obvious reasons and also we’re not gonna talk about my poor tastes in pet names.

But only when he feels particularly proud because Takeshi’s messing with someone, or turned on because he’s being particularly serious in a fight, or mad but while still being in a loving mood.

Otherwise Kitsune it is (including in bed, yeah you didn’t ask but now you know lol).

Takeshi calls him Ky-chan, and we’re still not gonna talk about my lack of skills in choosing pet names. Kyoya isn’t much up to public display of affection tho, so it’s only when it’s just the two of them.

And it’s just Kyoya like, 80% of the time anyway because they both prefer it that way.

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Hibari wants to call the dove Blade because white feathers, sword, Takeshi’s favored weapon, all that. It’s his way of saying thank you and showing how he appreciates what he did, and Takeshi knows it.

They do end up adopting all three animals, and all three names stay. Also no, we’re not going to talk either about how much worse I am at just naming things lmao.

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Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #adopting a pet together #yamamoto takeshi #hibari kyoya #yamamoto x hibari

[aworldoffandoms]

Runaway - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 – Ultimatum

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m back with a new chapter! I am so so so sorry for the wait but uni got in the way (and a loss of inspiration to write) but now I can say that I have time to write (yay!)  or when I get around to it lol ...because I’ve finished uni (officially) and all is left for me now is to graduate! Time to figure out what to do with my life now lol. It’s been a long time coming but I hope you like this chapter. I appreciate all the feedback! Thanks for sticking with me!  

Pairing: Liam x MC [Ariel]

Word Count: 4, 600 + (approx - give or take)

Rating: MA15+  

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Summary: Bad news. An ultimatum. Ariel and Liam in two different places trying to fight for what matters to them and for Europe itself. 

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“We now cross over to our leading royal expert, Thomas Marin…what can you tell us about this upcoming European Crown Summit?” 

“Hi, Liza. I'm here in Switzerland where the Crown Summit will be held. This marks the thirty-fifth anniversary where the reigning monarchies of Europe come together to discuss and cinch deals ranging from trade levies, funding and offering infrastructure and tax incentives.” 

Ariel listens, her ears perking up the sounds of the faint, tinny television voices while her hands busied themselves with the menial task of cleaning up. The low hum of the heater which she’d finally gotten the landlord to fix after a month of cajoling sputtered to a halt, then groaned to a stop. 

“Personally, I'm surprised it's going ahead-considering most royals who have gone missing are from some of the most powerful European royal families. Don't you think they'd be some tension?” 

“I'm a bit dubious about that too, but event organizers confirm it will be going ahead…” 

Ariel washes up the remaining dishes accumulated after her lunch with Leo and his wife Katie before both headed back to their home on the west coast of America, her thoughts sifting through the week ahead of work meetings and insufferable sleazy men, getting ready for the Thanksgiving rush.  

During this lunch, Ariel told Leo absolutely everything.  All those months, she'd yearned for someone to listen to her, someone to sit down on the ratty diner booths and listen without a flinch. Now that she had curled around a cup of watery coffee across from the abdicated prince, she had no idea where that yearning had come from.

Intel was a valuable thing, but it didn’t pay the rent or get a plane ticket back home. What else could she do but sit at the screen, desperately grabbing at loose ends? It was a much better use of her time when she actually tried to convince herself of it. His tyranny had to end and using the information she had to be used in a clear and concise way. It would mean nothing if she didn’t use each of this in its littlest form against him. The information she has gathered from all corners of the globe should help her in that attempt. She knew that he had somehow escaped a high-security dungeon in the palace while awaiting trial for treason. How Anton managed to get out under their noses was a mystery to her. Granted, Anton had always had his own connections considering the power he’d once held in his hands. Ariel shivered as roils of nausea shook her again - a more visible aftereffect of the ordeal. 

She was flipping through files about a few off-shore transactions that Anton had made to St. Lucia in the Caribbean when the unmistakable jingle of breaking news splits through her working bubble of concentration. That bubble wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

“We have just received word from the Cordonian Press Office that His Majesty, King Liam has been reported missing. That goes for three of his Royal advisors, Sir Drake Walker, Lord Maxwell Beaumont of Ramsford, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos and Head of Guard, Bastien Lykel. No further information has been shared.” 

The deathly air sets in as she stares at the television with abject horror as icy dread trails down her back. A sob rises in her throat and she doesn’t hold back as she allows it to rip out of her throat like a slingshot. The sound is almost like a wail to her ears but she doesn’t care. 

The world around Ariel slow becomes a dull void, nothing registering to her, nothing makes sense other than the short, staccato notes of her breathing. The journalists on the TV a low hum, the clock ticking in the corner, its hands moving like the passage of time. No way to stop it. No way to stop the inevitable.

Ariel stares ahead of her blankly, her brain shutting down, disassociating in shock. Her catatonic state the only way to separate herself from the chaos of her mind. Her tears have long since dried and yet she cannot gather the strength to move from her position on the couch, her limbs heavy with the burden of the present news ringing inside her head like a foghorn. She wraps arms around her legs as she hugs them to her chest and she welcomes the heavy cloak of emptiness that envelops her in its embrace. 

***

Liam should be in Cordonia…

The words pounded in her ears in the dull aches of what felt like a migraine, but wouldn’t be helped by copious amounts of Advil and a nap on the couch. No, this wasn’t going away anytime soon. 

Yet, she already knew he’d be in Moscow considering the package Marguerite had sent him two weeks prior.  It would be impossible for Liam to go missing outside of Cordonia. Any enemy forces wouldn’t even have been able to show their face at the border checkpoints. How helpful that had been, she thought ruefully. It wasn’t like Anton had been kept out again.

Ariel wallows in her self pity for a few moments more and contemplates if she should just close her eyes and forget about this whole mess and drown in her hopelessness. That was better than thinking about all the possible scenarios that could befall Liam and their friends. The phone chimes. 

The phone's chiming. The untraceable phone is chiming.  

Her eyes widen immediately and she leaps up from the couch and sprints to her bedroom. When she enters, she heads over to the bedside table and she yanks with such force that the lamp on top of it topples over and crashes on the ground. Ariel doesn’t have time to wonder about it before she lifts the phone to her ear. 

In her rush, she doesn’t see the I.D. but in the next moment, she wishes she had because the next words she hears makes her blood run cold.

“Hello, Your Majesty.” 

Ariel gasps, her jaw dropping in alarm. 

“Anton…” 

“Hello, my dear. I have a surprise for you.” 

The way in which Anton says those words makes her blood boil, the rage seeping into her weathered bones and sending a jolt of energy through her. Her voice is sharp and succinct with the next words. 

“Save it, Anton. I don’t need any surprises from you. You’re just a pathetic, disgusting, evil motherfu--” 

“You know as well as anyone that a queen must comport herself to the highest of standards. I doubt they taught you the ethics of foul language alongside teaspoons and whatnot.” 

Her lips were pulled tight as she gritted her teeth, the unmasked anger making her voice almost shake. 

“What could I possibly want from you, Anton? You’ve already ripped me away from everything I care about. What could you possibly do to make me listen to you?” 

There was a small sound on the other end of the line, just a small puff of air, yet Ariel had a sneaking suspicion that Anton was quietly laughing.

“What are you laughing at, Anton? How could any of this be funny?” 

The short snort of laughter’s unmistakable now and an undistinguished shout sounds off in the distance before Anton talks again. 

“Oh, I’m just laughing at how incredibly easy it will be for me to make you do as I say.” 

Ariel scoffs, her fingers tightening their hold around the phone. 

“There is nothing in this world that will make me do your bidding.” 

“Are you sure about that, Ariel? I managed to do so before.” 

Ariel frowns at the tone of his voice. There was almost unveiled glee behind it like there was something he knew that she didn’t and he was basking in this knowledge. 

“What?”

She hears a low laugh in her ear and then a fuzzy shuffling noise masking the rest of it.

“Anton?” 

The following sound seemed to echo as if he had put her on loudspeaker. 

“Ariel...there is someone here that would like to say something to you. I advise you to listen. Otherwise…” 

Ariel’s stomach pinched in fear.  “Otherwise, what?” 

“Well...I guess you’ll have the death of Cordonia’s monarch on your hands.” 

Ariel has to collect herself for a few short moments, trying in vain to keep the tremors out of her voice. The tremors fade. The rage doesn’t.

“I swear Anton...if you touch a hair on Liam’s head--”

Anton laughs, the low sound echoing in her ear. “I won’t hurt him,” A pause. “Well . . . yet.” 

Ariel fiddles with the wedding band around her neck, the feel of the small diamonds lining the circumference of the platinum ring grounding her. 

“I’ve done everything you have asked. I left my husband, my friends, my family. All for what? Revenge? Glory? Power?” 

There is silence on the other end, another unmistakable silence. “I’m doing this because change needs to be made. I deserve to be king and if being king means I kill to get it. Then...that’s what I’ll do.” 

Ariel shudders in disgust. The absolute nerve of this man. How delusional was he?

“It will be a cold day in hell before you succeed in that, Anton.” 

There’s a short bark of a snicker in her ear and Ariel’s nails dig into the soft skin of her palm. She winces at the pain, the only reminder that this was real and she wasn’t dreaming or in hell itself.

“Oh, Ariel...I’ve already succeeded.” 

“Oh?”  

There’s a scuffle on the other end, a pained grunt and then a voice. Ariel’s knees buckle as the sound reaches her ears. 

“Ariel? Ariel? Where are you?” 

 Ariel’s breath hitches she collapses against her bed frame, a broken sob wrenches out of her throat.

“Liam…” she gasps,  hand flying up to her mouth, willing down the sob wanting to spring out of her again.   

His voice is weak when he responds. “You have no idea what a relief it is to hear your voice again.” 

Ariel can’t help but smile through her pain, the tears slipping down her face as she responds. “I could say the same. I missed you.” 

There’s a choking sound as if hearing her voice a second time has stolen his breath. “I’ve missed you too. I can’t believe--”

Anton cuts him off. “Ah. Ah. I believe you are meant to tell her something?” 

There is silence on the other end before a throat is cleared and Liam speaks his tone grave.  

“Ariel. You have four days to surrender otherwise Anton will...will take out most of Europe’s monarchy at the Summit. It’s imperative that you do. Don’t worry about getting to me. I’ll be fine.”

She opens her mouth, then hesitates. No, this isn’t him, or at least the husband she knows. It’s almost like there's a veil over his words, a thin shroud of anger and reluctance lacing through each word almost as if he’s been forced to say it. 

Ariel grinds her teeth in frustration. Oh, Anton was good. Too good.

“Four days. Four days, and I’ll be there.” 

There is a satisfied hum at Anton’s end and she smiles at the sound. She didn’t know that she could be that convincing but after years of hiding and covering her tracks, she was more than an expert at hiding true emotion from her voice.

Liam begins to speak again. “Ariel, please be careful--”

“I think Liam has had enough of a reunion today. We’ll save the big one till later. Take him back to his cell.” 

Despite the plan already concocting in her head about the next few days, Ariel couldn’t help the spike of fear to thunder through her at the thought of Liam getting hurt inadvertently by her hand. She was the catalyst for all of this, after all.  

“How did you find him?” 

The words spill out without forethought, just an attempt, a desperate and frantic one at that, trying to keep Anton on the phone. 

There's dark amusement behind his words as he speaks to her, the smug tenor of his voice making her skin crawl.  “Oh. In Moscow, with Marguerite and his sorry excuse for advisors. You really should consider a better delivery system than the one you had. Packages get tampered with all the time. Among other things.” 

Ariel didn’t have time to say anything else as the line went dead. She glanced at the phone, a burst of anger swelling into her chest until finally a guttural scream left her mouth, the sound reverberating around the room and in her burst of rage throws the phone against the wall and it shatters against it with a resounding crash.  

Shit. 

Ariel begins to pace, her feet wearing a whole into the carpet. What will she do now? She was well and truly stuck now. Despite an earlier plan in her head forming, so many were bouncing around in her head like a ping-pong match that she couldn’t make sense of them. Anton theoretically had her by the throat and any wrong move would mean certain death. For her and ultimately her friends and…

Liam. 

A series of flashing images pass by her eyes in quick succession. Some good. Some bad. But the worst of all is seeing Liam at the mercy of Anton’s contempt, on his knees, his face battered and bruised with dark, tired eyes, those wondrous blue eyes almost dark and hopeless like the ocean during one of Cordonia’s winter storms, his frame defeated like he was broken too many times to really fight anymore.

She had fought hard to keep Liam safe and she’d be damned if she’d let Liam fall and surrender their kingdom into the hands of that maniac. Liam would break if he lost Cordonia. Liam was Cordonia. If a king couldn’t be saved, at least the realm could be.

So she set her plans in motion, using the resources she had at her disposal and contacting most of the royals through an encrypted server. If she was going to beat Anton, she was going to need the strength of all of them combined. They were royals but they knew how to kick ass when needed. The prince of Belgium might have come off as a soft-hearted man, but years of royal pedigree had made him calculating to a fault. Marguerite might be a little naive, Ariel admitted, but her ability to cause a distraction were second to none. The other royals had at least one thing in common - the fleeting chance for redemption and their yearning desperation for it. Perhaps that would finally do the trick.

The date was set.

He wanted power. And Anton was particularly smart enough to find it. At this time and in this particular year there was only one event which would give Anton the leverage he needed against Europe. Leo was right. The Crown Summit is the perfect setting and Anton will find this as the perfect opportunity to implement his plans to the highest of degrees.

Ariel shivers as cold dread washes over her. She knew it was coming. Anton never let her forget it and her contacts kept tabs on the European royal families. Liam’s warning rings inside her head. This was it. 

As the last of the agreed confirmations roll into her inbox, she nods, coldly booking a ticket. If Anton was going to be a crazy, power-hungry psychotic asshole then she was more than ready to smack that smug look off his face while she pulled the rug out from underneath him in a spectacular fashion that even Olivia Nevrakis herself will applaud. 

Ariel snaps her laptop shut and gathers a travel bag, haphazardly chucking in whatever her hands decided to find. Time was of the essence. 

If Anton wanted her in four days, she was going to be there in one. God knows the other missing royals at the rendezvous would need that extra time. Marguerite most of all.

Ariel zips up her bag, a smirk pulls up her lips and despite herself, a triumphant laugh escapes her. 

Anton thought he was above everything and two steps ahead. 

Well...this time? Anton will be the one in the firing line. He just didn’t know it yet.

Anton wasn’t the only one with the power. 

***

“You have four days. Well, she does anyways.” 

Liam glared at Anton as he hung up from Ariel, a smirk lifting his lips. “What are you doing, Anton? You can’t possibly think the Crown Summit will cower to your whims. You have no idea who you’re messing with here.” 

Anton glares as he lowers his head to look into Liam’s eyes with contempt, his lips pull up into a sneer. “I am taking what is mine. And this time I will. Not. Lose.” The last words shooting out of his mouth like knives through clenched teeth, the rage seeping through his tone.

If he was any other person who had not been witness to the atrocities that Anton had done he would shrink in fear but no. Liam was stronger than that and Anton’s wrath did not waver him at all. He survived four assassination attempts for heaven’s sake! 

Liam refuses to flinch, even though his face throbbed and his wrists ache against the chains binding his hands together. He might be king but he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Leo taught him that.

Liam stares up at Anton defiantly, his lip pulling up in a mirrored show of Anton’s sneer.

 “I wish you luck on that endeavour, Anton, but it will be a fruitless one.” 

Anton leans back against the concrete wall, arms folded over his chest, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I find that hard to believe when I have you here, in chains, battered and bruised. I believe I have the upper hand.” 

Liam shakes his head, his lips smoothing into a thin line. “You can lock me up and beat me all you want but you will never get my crown.” Or Europe’s either. 

Anton rolls his eyes as he steps away from the wall and leans down, roughly grabbing Liam’s chin. His eyes are like frigid ice as he stares Liam down, his mouth curled in a snarl. 

“Listen, here, Your Majesty,” Anton spits out the words like hot venom, “I will get the crown. Even if I have to wrench it from your cold, dead hands. This time, you won’t be able to stop me.” 

Liam grins against Anton’s grip on his jaw. “I’d like to see you try…again. ” 

Anton growls deep in his throat, pinning Liam down with his black eyes before Anton rears back and headbutts Liam with such force that burning fire explodes against his face and he can’t help the yelp of pain that escapes his mouth. He falls to the ground with an ungraceful thud, his eyes seeing stars as the world around him blurs, he hears a shout but it’s lost to him as he blacks out completely. 

***

The sound of soft discussion arouses Liam from unconsciousness, his face throbbing painfully, his head pounding as he brings a hand to his face, and finds the once straight and narrow bridge of his nose slightly askew. Broken bones were a common occurrence through his childhood and teenage years. His incorrigible brother was the main reason why. Having seen Leo break his nose on two occasions, setting it back into place was easy, although in Leo’s case he had the royal physicians to do it. Liam had no such thing. Tensing his muscles at the pain that was to come, he places both hands on his nose, tilts his head back to open his nostrils and with a sharp pull, his nose realigns. Liam gingerly touches his face and finds the spot tender, blood starts to trickle down his button-down shirt. He’d have to get it looked at once he returned to Cordonia but he thought a broken nose was a small price to pay for getting rid of Anton once and for all. A battle scar some might say. 

Shuffling can be heard before a whisper pierces Liam’s painful bleary haze, “Liam? You awake?” 

Liam’s eyes open slowly, the pain behind his eyelids almost making him want to immediately close them again as if that would stem how much he was aching right now. Another groan leaves him as he sits up against the metal cot. 

As Liam opens his eyes, he comes into contact with the stark white walls of his cell, the titanium bars which were two inches thick kept him caged. He stands up with shaky legs and pads over to the bars and meets his best friend. 

“Drake? What happened?” 

Liam knew that something must have happened for his nose to be broken the way it had been but as of now his brain was a messy, thick fog. 

Drake gives him a sympathetic look. 

“Ah...well…” 

Drake trails off as he averts his gaze, his feet shuffling against the floor. Liam rolls his eyes and then winces. Even that small action prompted a throbbing pain to explode inside his head. 

“Drake. No need to dance around the subject.” 

Drake clears his throat, his hands gripping the bars tightly. 

“Well...you kinda got knocked out cold but that was before you taunted him. Mind you...I would have said other colourful words to him but I believe you held yourself pretty well.” 

Liam squints, his foggy mind trickling away, the images in his head seeming to be moving in slow motion, yet they were slowly clicking together like a puzzle piece. Once his mind came up for air and the last of the puzzle fit together, Liam’s eyes widened.

“Ariel was on the phone! I talked to Ariel!” 

Drake’s lips twitched in a smile hearing the relief in his voice and the childlike happiness on Liam’s face. One measly phone call to his wife and Liam was already happy beyond words. 

“Yeah, Liam. You talked to her…” 

Drake’s face darkened after his words trailed off and Liam noticed the change and gave him a quizzical look. “What is it, Drake?” 

Drake gave him a small, pained smile, his grip on the bars tightening. Drake wanted Liam to guess but considering he just woke up from a massive head-butt from the raging asshole upstairs, Drake figured he’d need a little prompting. Liam might still be a bit disorientated. 

Drake took a deep breath and met his best friends eyes, his face a stoic mask yet was whole-heartedly trying not to break it. “You were on the phone to her but she...she’s on her way here. Anton gave her an ultimatum. Either she comes here or you die.” 

Liam’s heart sank at that thought. No, it couldn’t be. Not when they were so close.

He knew Ariel enough that he believed she would find a loophole. She always did. Now, it was only a matter if he could as well.

Drake sighs in relief when he finally finds the glint that had been missing the last few weeks in the once strong king’s eyes. Resolve. Determination. Strength. 

Liam gave Drake a smirk, so reminiscent of when they were boys and they would play maze-tag, his young childhood laughter echoing around the palace gardens when he’d do rather un-princely behaviour.

They only had four days to get out of this godforsaken place and somehow stop Anton's tyranny. If he knew Anton as well as Liam thought he did, Anton would stop at nothing to overthrow Europe. Cordonia was just a small country, but Europe? Anton would be unstoppable. Nazario's email echoes in Liam's cloudy mind and Liam's eyes widen. 

Shit.

Nazario's intel becoming startlingly clear. 

Anton will surely succeed but Liam knew that he could not let that happen and Liam suppressed a smirk knowing he wasn’t going to let that happen. He had some tricks up his sleeve. Thank god for all those lessons on strategy and occasional poker games with Drake to hone the skill of deception.

The sound of a loud clang interrupts the silence and a sharp clinking sound and then the soft thudding of footsteps the only sound to fill the air before Liam and Drake come face to face with a harsh looking man. His black hair long and greasy, tied at the nape of his neck, a jagged scar dotting the place around his pitch-black eyes. 

The man standing in front of them lifts his pale lips in a scowl, his expression sour. "So...this is the famous Liam I've heard so much about."

”The favour is not returned.” Liam says as his eyes narrow at the man standing in front of him. Nazario’s email comes to his mind and the images that he had sent and the man beside Anton. It becomes glaringly obvious that the man standing in front of them was Gregory. 

Gregory gives Liam a smirk, crossing his arms across his chest. “You are in for some trouble. Anton is going to make some real good changes to Europe and your small excuse for a country is just the start.”

Drake scoffs. “Yeah, right. I’m sure Anton has a big enough ego already which means he doesn’t need to be stroked by you any more than it has.”

Gregory spears Drake with a dark, menacing glare yet it did nothing to deter the simmering urge to hit this guy. Drake's hands twisted against the metal in response to Gregory's sneer. 

Liam turns to the ragged man and pins him with a cold stare, the blue of his eyes solid like sapphires. 

Liam's jaw clenches so hard, a muscle ticks and his hands holding the bars with a white-knuckled grip. Liam spoke with a calm note to his voice, it was so level that Drake shivered. It had been a long while since he'd heard that tone and the last time he heard it was when Constantine had thrown Ariel out of the ballroom at his Coronation. 

"I will advise that you do not speak another word otherwise you will have the wrath of me and an entire country behind it. You will leave us. Now. I have no patience for a sympathizer like you who blindly follows a man who uses callous ways to gain power. Go." 

There’s a dangerous bite to the last word yet Liam stood with the stoic and commanding air of a king who would do well on his promise to bring that fire to anyone who dares defy him and Gregory must have realised that because he swallows, sending a glare to them both and stomping away, grumbling under his breath. 

Gregory's footsteps fade and there’s an unmistakable sound of a door clicking shut before Liam's demeanor relaxes and his eyes turn warm, focusing on Drake's form across from him.

Liam's voice dropped to a whisper. "I have a plan…” 

Drake raises his eyebrows. “And what does this plan entail, Liam?” 

Liam gives him an appraising look. “Have you been practicing your bluffing skills, Drake?”

Drake looks at Liam confused, his eyebrows pinching inwards before he catches on quickly, seeing the gleam in Liam's now bright eyes. 

 "I can kick your ass in poker. I'm sure I can bluff my way out of anything at this point." 

Liam smiles wide. "Excellent. Now...what would you say to a little subterfuge? Are you ready?"

Drake grins, his brown eyes matching the rising adrenaline rush of revenge sparking in Liam's ocean blue ones. "More than ready, my friend."

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This super-sized roundup covers the last two weeks in news, updates, sneak peeks, and behind the scenes. All the stuff you need to stay up to date.

Official Promotion

Harry (Magnus) accepting his People’s Choice Award.

Behind-the-scenes photos of Matt (Alec) playing piano of seasons 2 and 3. 

Kat (Clary) accepting her People’s Choice Award.

Worth staring at in traffic. #Shadowhunters

Happiest of birthdays to shining star @Kat_McNamara. #Shadowhunters

Cheers to each and every one of you. Happy Thanksgiving, #Shadowhunters family. 

ShadowhuntersTV shared a special message from Freeform Santa.

TFW you realize the long weekend is almost over. #Shadowhunters // @Kat_McNamara, @DavidLCastro_ @arosende 

Reunited. Maia & Simon behind the scenes of #Shadowhunters Season 3B. 

What are these two up to?  Behind the scenes of #ShadowhuntersSeason3. 

We'd know those shoulders anywhere. #Shadowhunters 

Some Maia to brighten your day.  #Shadowhunters 

Our first gift of the holiday season is a 4 second behind-the-scenes video of Kat (Clary) and the announcement of #25DaysOfTeasers: And welcome to December! Now through December 25th, we're celebrating #25DaysOfTeasers in which we'll be sharing new content from #Shadowhunters every day. Starting with this gorgeous snow angel. Thanks for being the best fandom, #ShadowFam.

Shadowhunters In The News

MEAWW (interviews, articles, and fan features): Matthew Daddario and Dominic Sherwood interview; The cast of ‘Shadowhunters’ commend fans; three features on Katherine McNamara; fan features from Tasha Adamski  and Amelia Gormley;  #SaveShadowhunters; Malec; and Harry Shum Jr.

Pop Hearts TV (video interview): Katherine McNamara talks Shadowhunters coming to an end, what the finale might have in store for fans. 

Conventions France (video interview): Are Katherine and Will true fan of Shadowhunters ? You’ll have the answer in this interview! 

Cosmopolitan (article): The Definitive Ranking of the Best TV Ships of 2018.

E! News (article):  Harry Shum Jr. Pays Tribute to Touching Shadownhunters Fanmail After Winning People's Choice Award.

Zarata Events (Convention): Pandemonium Con announces Kat (Clary) as their final guest.

Cosmopolitan (article):  Everything to Know About ‘Shadowhunters' Season 3B and Finale Event.

Film Daily (article):  #SaveShadowhunters: Here’s why the #PCA’s were a huge victory for the #Shadowfam

Matt Carter Media (article): Shadowhunters Season 3 Finale Update.

ShumdarioNews shares their exclusive Friday photo of Matt (Alec).

Esquire (article): Harry (Magnus) is featured in The Best-Dressed Men Of The Week

Grumpy Magazine features Kat (Clary) in their Fall 2018 issue.

E!News (article):  Celebrate Katherine McNamara's Birthday With All Her BTS Pics From the Shadowhunters Set

WatchMojo.com (video):  Top 10 TV Cancellations That Upset Us in 2018

Matt Carter (article):  Shadowhunters season 3 episode 11 preview: What should be next?

Just Jared Jr. (poll):  What Is the Best TV Show of 2018? Vote Now!

Film Daily (article):  #SaveMalec: Why Harry Shum, Jr. is our renaissance man

Teen Vogue (article):  "Riverdale" and "Supernatural" Are the Top Live-Action TV Shows of 2018 on Tumblr

Tumblr released 2018′s Top Ships and Top Live-Action TV Shows.

Shine On Media (video interview):  Katherine McNamara Teases ARROW, "Twisted" SHADOWHUNTERS Finale & Dream Role

TV Insider (article):  'Shadowhunters': Go Behind the Scenes of the Final Episodes (PHOTOS)

You’re So Beautiful Now (video interview):  EXCLUSIVE VID: Katherine McNamara Gives Emotional "Shadowhunters" Interview

Red Carpet Report (video interview):  Katherine McNamara interviewed at Netflix premiere of Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle #Netflix #Mowgli

Miami Living Magazine (interview): Katherine McNamara is on Fire

Brief Take (interview): Interview: Arrow’s Katherine McNamara

SyFy Wire (article):  Ranking the sexiest werewolves on television

Basic Stuff Magazine (photos): Shares photos from the Italian Institute Shadowhunters convention from back in July 

Basic Stuff Magazine (article and photos): MCM Comic Con London Shadowhunters panel recap (SATURDAY), and photos (SATURDAY/SUNDAY)

Social Media Stuff

Harry (Magnus) selects the winner of his #MassiveMagnusFan contest. 

Kat (Clary) tweeted: Vulnerability is uncertain, its strange and scary, but share it with the right person and it becomes an unexpected gift. Open up. Be fearless. It’s never too late to take that chance to live and love. #MondayMotivation. 

Isaiah (Luke) shared a throwback photo with Matt (Alec) from New York Comic Con 2017.

Kat (Clary) will be on the cover of Avante Magazine in December 2018

Will Tudor (Johnathan Morganstern/Sebastian Verlac) will be on the cover of Man About Town Magazine’s Winter 2018/Spring 2019 edition.

Folks VFX (VFX team) tweeted: Philippe, our VP and VFX Supervisor for @ShadowhuntersTV geared up for the show's last VFX deliveries #vfx #shadowhunters #WednesdayMotivation

Todd (showrunner) shared a photo from the viewing party for the season 3 finale event with the caption: The last mix. The last day in the shadow world for ⁦me and @DSwim⁩ and it was a glorious day. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts #castlikenoother #crewlikenoother #fanslikenoother #shadowhunters #ShadowhuntersLegacy

Darren (showrunner) tweeted a response to Todd’s viewing party tweet: It was amazing to watch the completed finale movie along with the members of cast who were in town. A perfect way to go into Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. 

Bryan Q. Miller (writer) tweeted his feelings about 3B: It's a ride, gang #ShadowhuntersLegacy 

Lindsay Wolfington (music mupervisor) tweeted: #Shadowhunters music team ready to mix the finale!!! @jackwallmusic​ 

Luke Baines (Johnathan Morganstern) tweeted:  Saw the finale today, and wow. Start sending love letters to @toddzer1 + @DSwim because they have done you so proud - it’s better than anything I could have imagined. I cried three times. And twice, it was out of happiness

Kat (Clary) tweeted:  Beautiful, bittersweet, and bloody good - final mix of the @shadowhunterstv series finale #TheFinalHunt. Angels, start stockpiling tissues now - you’re gonna need em. Thank you to @toddzer1 and @DSwim for this gift to the #ShadowhuntersLegacy.

Isaiah (Luke) celebrated Thanksgiving as Freeform Santa.

Arianna (Madzie) tweeted a birthday message to Kat (Clary).

Luke Baines (Johnathan Morganstern) replies to fan questions about crying during the 3B finale.

Kat (Clary) responds to birthday messages from Zelda Williams and Lisa Berry (Sister Cleophas).

Lola Flannery (Young Seelie Queen) tweeted a birthday message to Kat (Clary). 

Harry (Magnus) celebrated his sixth anniversary with wife Shelby Rabara.

Luke (Johnathan) tweeted Thankful to the #Shadowhunters’ fans who have welcomed me so wholeheartedly, and specifically to those who donated and posted about Pasha - his operation was a success and he’s on the mend. Thank you today and every day.

Kat (Clary) tweeted Cheers to you, angels! I am eternally grateful for this amazing, warm, accepting, loving, passionate fandom.  Forever yours, Fray

Kat (Clary) shared a photo of herself taken by Will Tudor (Johnathan Morganstern/Sebastian Verlac).

Luke Baines (Johnathan Morganstern) answered fan questions on Twitter. 

Kat (Clary) tweeted a hiking photo:  Not sure if it’s the sunshine or time well spent with this lady, but today’s hike sure put a smile on my face...  #regram @arden_cho

MCM Comic Con tweeted a video:  What was your first fandom? @ch8i of @ShadowhuntersTV tells us his live from #mcmcomiccon Birmingham! Come join us! #WeAreTheFans

Kat (Clary) shared a photo from her Grumpy Magazine cover feature.

Chai Hansen (Jordan Kyle) shared a photo from MCM Comic Con on Instagram: Can’t remember what the joke was... but we were both in stitches lol

Brian Hui (makeup artist) tried to clear up a rune mystery:  Hiya! I only joined S3 so I was aware of the mystery of the double Angelic runes! Now our man Jace has a Flexibility, NYX and Stamina on his chest. The double Angelic...only the Angels know the reason!

Kat (Clary) tweeted about Pandemonium Con:  LONDON BABY! Here I come! #PandemoniumCon @ZarataEvents! Can’t wait to see you all there! #ShadowhuntersLegacy

Alberto (Simon) shared a photo on Instagram: Hard saying goodbye, I’ll see you at Christmas! #BellaRosende

Kat (Clary) tweeted:  I see it now! The Adventures of Papa Wolf and Kiddo!   @isaiahmustafa #ShadowhuntersLegacy

Isaiah (Luke) shared a behind the scenes photo with Alexandra Ordolis (Ollie) on Instagram.

Sydney Meyer (Helen Blackthorn) gave us a sneak peek of her runes and hinted at one very special rune.

Joshua Butler (director) let fans know where they can find the outside of the Institute in Toronto.

ShadowhuntersTV tweeted:  The beautiful @Kat_McNamara has arrived at the World Premiere of @FreeformTV’s #LifeSize2.

Harry (Magnus) did some picturesque (and mildly dangerous) one-wheeling.

Kat (Clary) tweeted photos from the Mowgli premiere: Sometimes all that glitters is gold...  @YSL for @MowgliMovie  @netflix 

Kat (Clary) tweeted a sneak peek of her new role on Arrow, Maya.

ShadowhuntersTV tweeted: .@Kat_McNamara making some new friends at the world premiere of #MaryPoppinsReturns.

Sweety High shared a video of Kat (Clary) at the Mary Poppins Returns premiere on Instagram.

Hollywood and Highland shared a video on Instagram of Kat (Clary) at the Mary Poppins Returns premiere discussing why Mary Poppins is her favorite character in the movie.

Kat (Clary) tweeted:  A spoonful of sparkle for #MaryPoppinsReturns in @YSL. @DisneyStudios 

TechWithTolentino shared some photos of Harry (Magnus) meeting video students at the Hawaii International Film Festival.

Darren Swimmer (showrunner) tweeted:  Keep an eye on @ShadowhuntersTV during the month of December for #25DaysOfTeasers. #Shadowhunters

Brian Hui (makeup) shared a behind the scenes photo of Kat (Clary):  “Oh the weather outside is frightful but ⁦@Kat_McNamara⁩ , you’re so delightful!”

Taylor Mallory (writer) tweeted:  Fun fact: I wrote this, and originally it was “student body president.” But it was too autobiographical so I changed it. (Also Simon’s such a VP.)  #charm

Other News

TV Line (article):  Arrow First Look: Katherine McNamara Gets Punchy as Street Fighter Maya 

Just Jared Jr. (article): Laura Marano Celebrated Her 23rd Birthday at the 'Mary Poppins Returns' Premiere with Katherine McNamara!

#shadowhunters #bss news roundup #save shadowhunters

[avannak]

Eeek im bad at drabble prompts lol but hiccstrid + exploring maybe?

Oh, WOW! It’s been a long time since I did a drabble for this fandom, and even longer since I wrote a pre-HTTYD, the-kids-are-wee-ones, fic. So here’s a little slice of life in Berk long before the events of the first movie (going with my flipped headcanon).

Hiccup’s fifth winter melted away quicker than others he could remember. Birds had already nested in the gable above his window, waking him earlier and earlier each morn, and the thick smell of shorn wool saturated the northern half of the village air where the sea breeze could not wash it away. Still, it had been weeks, months perhaps, since a trading ship moored at Hooligan Harbor and Hiccup had long since used up his winter supply of coal and parchment.

Hiccup, being fiercely independent and now five years old, could keep himself entertained as well as any other Viking, but it did help to have parchment and coal sticks.

His father departed on his village walk before the sun could color the sky and left Hiccup strict instructions to “stay within the home’s parameter”… whatever that meant. Fortunately, Hiccup was as creative as he was independent—ask anyone—and before long he was outside under the shade of the eaves, stick in hand.

A good thaw meant moist ground, and this spring certainly provided. But what started as stick drawings in the mud (and a rather good likeness to Fiddlesticks if Hiccup said so himself) was quickly abandoned for sculptures. It was a new way of working with his hands that Hiccup had yet to explore and Hiccup found it wildly satisfying. He started with a carefully molded well, collected pebbles to act as its foundation, and from there built the Hooligan village outward. He molded the Acks’ home along with their side barn with little sticks to support the slope of the roof. He added Hoark’s home next. Then Hamchop’s shop. Then Gobber’s forge, which was more stick and stone than mud. He added paths with fistfuls of grass and use leaves as doors and windows. He jumped up to the Mead Hall, suddenly eager to build something large. He’d have to find bigger rocks, for sure, perhaps even mix them into the mud—

“Hiccup!”

Hiccup sat on his haunches, knees wet and sinking, and peered down the path from his home where a twin-plaited girl sprinted towards him.

Ugh. Astrid Hofferson.

Hiccup didn’t like Astrid Hofferson. And it wasn’t because of the way his father spoke about her. That annoying way his voice would lift and lighten as he said: “Astrid’s already interested in blades” or “Astrid wrestled Grund Jarlborg to a standstill, ‘n that lad’s nearly eight!” or “Astrid’s so boisterous”, “…so competitive”…

“Hiccup!” Astrid breathed again as she came to a clumsy slide in the mud, nearly stumbling on top of him. She stepped on his mud-barn instead, but before he could complain she began speaking at a volume only she had mastered. “There’s bones! Dragon bones! Just before Madman’s Gully! It must have died before the snows came and then got buried! You wanna go explore it?”

Hiccup frowned, eyeing the girl with young appraisal. Her hands were grubby. His were no cleaner, but at least the mud would wash away easy enough. Astrid’s were scraped. Nails blackened by days’ worth of grime. One of her braided tails was coming undone, as though she had been tumbling down hills moments before. She smelled like sheep. She always smelled like sheep.

No, the reason Hiccup didn’t like Astrid Hofferson was because she wouldn’t leave him alone. She was brutish and boorish, just like his cousin. And she was weird. And she smelled like sheep. And his father spoke about her in a way that rubbed him the wrong.

“Maybe later,” he muttered. The bones sounded awesome. He would rather go alone.

“Later the bones will be gone,” Astrid insisted. “Pop’s already getting the men ‘round to collect them before Náttmál. Turn ‘im into weapons. We only have an hour or so to explore it!”

“I’ll see them at the forge.” Gobber let him do just about anything at the forge.

“But not as a dragon!” Astrid stomped her foot, as she often did before she tantrumed, and Hiccup wanted her gone more than ever.

“I’ll see other dragons,” Hiccup said. Maybe if he put all his concentration on his Mud Hall she’d get the hint and leave. Leave so he could leave.

“I thought you like exploring?”

‘Not with you,’ Hiccup thought snidely, but rather than saying so he shrugged again. “I’m not to leave until Dad gets back.” The bones sounded wonderful; he’d never seen a dragon up close and would like nothing better, but he wanted her gone so he could sneak away and see the bones himself. He’d be back before his father knew a thing anyway.

“And I want to finish this,” he added. He had four mud-houses, a well, and half a Mead Hall.

“You’d rather build mud houses than see the dragon?”

“Yes.” Just go.

“Oh wait, is that our village?”

“Er, yeah…” Hiccup didn’t like the sudden interest in her voice.

“Can I help?”

“No.” He said it before he could stop himself, but he couldn’t find it in him to feel too sorry, even though Astrid was frowning at him now, looking more put out than he’d ever seen her before. Hiccup sighed. “Go see the bones before they’re gone. Ask Snotlout to see the bones with you. Or go yourself. I can’t.”

Go, Hiccup mentally willed. Go so I can go.

He’d be faster than them too. And quieter. And smarter. He knew where Madman’s Gully was—he went there with his father before winter and he remembered the way. He was very good at remembering. Much better than Astrid or Snotlout.

Blessedly, the next word out of Astrid’s mouth was, “Okay…”

Shocked, but pleased, Hiccup looked up from Mud Berk to see Astrid turning away, a slump to her shoulders and her fingers fiddling with the loosened braid in her slow trudge back to the village. The sun sat high in the sky, not quite noon, and cast a white-blonde glow about the frizz of her hair.

Probably another thing his father would praise about Astrid Hofferson: her perfect hair color.

Hiccup refused to feel sorry for the likes of Astrid Hofferson. He’d likely feel nothing but annoyance for her.

#httyd #hiccstrid #httyd drabble #my fics #httyd fic #prompt #Anon #Thank you for asking #it's been forever I'm so sorry if it's crap #but I do really like the #flipped #scenario and I refuse to let that go as my HC for these two #full of potential and sorta bratty heir!Hiccup is my jam for his early years #also I'm NOT taking more prompts or anything this was from a long while ago

[sindrafalcone]

The Mom Ch. 8

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Truce

Warnings: I’ll go ahead and rate this one PG-13. I mean, it does get a little steamy in the middle, but nothing worse than something you’d read in a Harlequin romance novel. lol (It’s very reminiscent of “The Girlfriend Ch.1″) Nothing explicit, I promise.

Author’s Note: I realize that all of my Nannyverse readers have been extremely patient with me. You guys have waited an extra week for this update & haven’t complained one bit. You are simply the best followers out there! <3 I hope you find this chapter worth the wait.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Masterlist

It wasn't too long after all the drama that everyone had said their goodbyes and gone home. But before leaving, you all made plans to have another dinner since you'd declared that this one had been all but ruined by the sudden appearance of your sister.

As he shut the door after his family left, Seung Hyun had turned back around and leveled you with a thoughtful look. You'd expected him to interrogate you about the conversation you'd had with her, but instead he just wordlessly took your hand & led you to the stairs.

“Where are we...?” you started to ask, but didn't get to finish.

“You didn't get the chance to feed the twins before they fell asleep.” he explained as you walked up the stairs, still hand in hand. “If you don't do it now, they'll wake up at some ungodly hour starving and screaming.” he flashed you a smile.

He was right of course. You were surprised you hadn't thought of that yourself, but all the emotions of the day had your mind muddled. You finally reached the top of the stairs and headed for the nursery. Looking into the cribs, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the twins sleeping peacefully. Today had been rough, but if you had guaranteed that their horrible 'aunt' would never show up in their lives again, it was worth it.

Seung Hyun let go of your hand to reach into one crib and gently lift Sung Ja out. Once he had her cradled in his arms, he nodded silently to the rocker in the corner. Taking the hint, you went over to it and prepared to feed your daughter. When he'd successfully transferred her over to you, he went back to get Seung Min and went over to the changing table to handle diaper duty.

With Sung Ja latched and feeding, still in her sleep, you watched Seung Hyun deal with his son. He was such a good father when he was home. Even after he'd been gone for months, it was like he seamlessly fell back into his role. Not for the first time, you thanked your lucky stars that your husband wanted to be an active participant in raising his children.

When he was done changing Seung Min, he came over to sit on the ottoman at your feet. Seung Hyun softly hummed under his breath in an attempt to keep the twins from waking up & you recognized it as one of the songs he'd recorded for their lullaby album.

He bounced Seung Min lightly in his arms, amazed at the miracle that he and his princess had created. He had never dreamed that being a husband and a father could make him this happy. Staring at his son, he suddenly found himself wishing you were pregnant again, another little life growing within you.

You interrupted his thoughts to switch babies with him & he carefully took Sung Ja from you so he could burp her. Unfortunately, doing that made the baby girl wake up slightly and she stared at her father with sleep-heavy eyes.

“Appa...” she babbled, grabbing at her father’s nose.

Smiling with great pride, Seung Hyun held his daughter out in front of him him, studying her face and seeing so much of you in her. It warmed him clear to his toes. The two of you definitely needed to have another one. Or two...

“Uh-uh... Thing One.” he gently reprimanded her, standing to take her over to the changing table. “It's time to sleep now.”

When he had a fresh diaper on her, he wrapped Sung Ja back up tightly and went back to singing while pacing the room and bouncing her in his arms, making her drift back off in no time. Soon enough, you'd finished with Seung Min and burped him yourself. Then the two of you laid the twins back into their respective cribs... mission accomplished.

Seung Hyun slowly made his way to you, his hand silently reaching out to take yours. He quietly led you across the hall and into your shared bedroom. Opening the door, he brought you inside, sweet anticipation building now that the two of you were finally alone. Closing the door behind him, Seung Hyun shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched his wife move across the room and start to turn down the bed, pulling the covers down in preparation for sleep.

As he slowly began to walk towards you, his eyes raked over the skin left exposed by your skirt, appreciating the way the hem lightly grazed your thighs, allowing a generous view of your legs. The more he watched you, the more he wanted you. And now that he finally had you all to himself, he wasn’t going to waste another moment.

You turned around to find Seung Hyun standing right behind you, his lips instantly against yours as he wrapped you up in his strong arms. You fought down the moan that rose in your throat as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He backed you up towards the adjoined bathroom, stopping only to pick up the receiver for the baby monitor from the nightstand so he could bring it with him. Seung Hyun didn't waste any time as he lifted you up, depositing you on the counter top next to the sink. Kicking his slippers off, he quickly moved against you, his mouth plundering yours as he touched every place he possibly could, the intimate contact not nearly enough.

He wanted so much more, wanted to feel and kiss every single inch of you, to hear you breathlessly crying his name.

You gasped as your husband raked his teeth over your collarbone, his hands pulling the straps of your dress down. Your hands moved over him as well, rising desperation taking over as you tugged his shirt free from his pants, your fingers sneaking up beneath the fabric to explore and stroke the muscular planes of his back.

“________-ah...” he moaned, your fingernails lightly scraping over his skin. “I propose a truce...”

In answer to his suggestion, your hands moved to firmly grip his backside, squeezing him before sliding around to the front of his pants. Your fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, swiftly removing the strip of leather and flinging it across the room without even looking or caring where it had landed.

Seung Hyun pressed his forehead against your shoulder as your fingers slipped inside to grip him, stroking him and taking his breath away like only you could. His mouth began to attack you then, his teeth sinking into your skin as his mouth sealed around it, causing you to hiss with pleasure.

“Seung Hyun...” you gasped, arching your back as he rolled his hips firmly against yours. He was definitely going to be leaving his mark on you quite a bit tonight. Of course, you were never innocent in that regard either, if the fingernail scratches you almost always left on his back were any indication.

At first, you had felt so guilty about the marks and scratches that you left on him after your passionate love making, but Seung Hyun had quickly reassured you that he adored it and was proud to bear your mark, the visible proof of just how good he was able to make you feel.

He suddenly yanked your hand from his pants, intertwining your fingers together, the faint clink of your wedding bands echoing in the bathroom. “You better stop, gognju-nim.” he rasped. “Or this will be over before we’ve really gotten started.”

You chuckled softly, using your feet to push his pants down his hips. “Then you better get to work, naui wangja.” you breathlessly threatened him.

He quickly pulled you from the counter and slipped the dress down your body, kissing his way down to your neck and unhooking your bra. You arched your back again as his mouth descended downwards, bracing one hand against the counter top for support since your knees were already going weak.

You raked the fingers of the other hand through his hair, tilting your head back as he stole your breath away. Seung Hyun was rapidly setting your body on fire with his heated ministrations, your mind awash with the pure euphoria flooding it.

Suddenly pulling away, he knelt down & tugged your lace panties off, a smug smirk forming on his lips. “You have no idea how much you tortured me when I found that red thong in my suitcase.” he told you, breathing heavily as he began planting hot, wet kisses along your thigh, pausing to pay special attention to your hip bone.

“So you liked it?” you managed to gasp out.

“Very…very…much…” he hummed against your skin, sending a vibration of pleasure jolting through you.

He finally kissed his way back up your body, your hands moving to grip his shirt and ripping it open. Buttons pinged across the tiled floor and you yanked the fabric down his arms. The torn material went sailing through the air to join the belt you assumed, but you really weren't sure & you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Seung Hyun growled something almost feral as he began to assault your throat, kissing his way to your ear. “I liked that shirt.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” you murmured, grabbing hold of his face and bringing his mouth to yours.

His boxers quickly shared his shirt’s fate, disappearing somewhere across the room. He ran his hands down your arms, drawing them away from his body and up over your head & holding them in place with a firm grip. His mouth descended on your body like a starving man denied food for weeks, anxious for everything that you had to offer him.

He ran his other hand down the length of your arms before caressing your skin again, stroking and massaging until you were arching and writhing from his touch alone, your breathing became labored with a constant string of moans spilling from your lips.

“Seung Hyun...” you gasped. You managed pull one wrist free from his grasp with a frantic need to touch him again as well.

“No, gongju-nim.” he huskily murmured in your ear, capturing your hand that had settled on his back and pulling it back up to join the other one. He wrapped his fingers around your wrists again. “This is all about you right now.”

“But…but…!” you managed to get out between  breaths, tightening your hands into fists as he continued to stoke your fierce need for him. “But you…what about you?”

You were quickly silenced by his lips on yours, his tongue stroking your mouth, your taste driving his need even higher. “Pleasing you…pleases me…more than you know…”

His free hand found your thigh, caressing your smooth skin before drawing your knees even further apart. Seung Hyun rolled his hips against you, eliciting a sharp gasp at the feel of him. He smirked as he kissed behind your ear, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin there.

He could feel the sweet tension in your muscles as you squirmed, biting your bottom lip. “Yeobo…please…” you panted. “I…I…need... I have to touch you…please…!”

“Not yet, _______-ah.” he smirked against your throat as he continued to deliciously torture you, his sure fingers caressing and stroking you into a heated frenzy.

He felt you begin to shudder and tremble before him, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you moved. Seung Hyun finally felt like he had worked you up enough and, with surprising gentleness, he let you go and pulled you into the shower along with him.  

“You’re amazing, ______-ah…” he breathed heavily, fighting to calm the hammering of his heart. “No one will ever love you…as much I love you.”

You smiled softly as you gazed into his beautiful brown eyes, bringing your hand up to caress his face. “I hope you never forget how much I truly love you, Choi Seung Hyun.”

He smiled in return, his lips finding yours as he began to worship you all over again. It wasn't until he was buried inside you, the warm water cascading over your entwined bodies, that you began to feel the stress of today completely melt away.

A few days later, you were surprised by an unexpected text from Dong Wook. Technically he was still your boss, but you hadn't heard anything from him in months, not since shortly after you'd done the magazine photoshoot.

Are you free for dinner tomorrow? I have some things I'd like to discuss with you.

You paused for a moment to think about his question & realized that Seung Hyun had a dinner date that night as well with an art acquaintance of some sort... he'd said something about helping to curate a new exhibit.

Um... let me see if I can find a sitter and I'll get back to you.  You texted back.

Excellent, I'll be waiting. Se7en replied.

Unsurprisingly, your mother-in-law was all too willing to come over and look after the twins for a few hours.

Can we make it an early meal? I can't keep Eomma up too late. You sent him.

Of course.

You settled on a time of 4:00 and he sent you the address of the restaurant. After a quick internet search, you realized that you wouldn't be able to get away with wearing something that qualified as 'Business Casual'. The place was extremely fancy.

You'd cornered Seung Hyun as soon as he got home, making him come up to the bedroom to help you pick out something suitable to wear. You were perfectly capable of choosing your own outfit, but there was something inherently sexy about having him do it for you.

“What does he want to talk to you about?” your husband asked as the thumbed through the hangers on your side of the closet.

“I have no idea.” you admitted, mirroring his actions & perusing through his clothes. Seung Hyun had agreed to pick your outfit only if you would return the favor. “He didn't specify. But I'm assuming that it has something to do with work.”

Seung Hyun grunted noncommittally as he pulled a cream colored, cashmere coat off the rack. “I don't remember buying you a Valentino.” he said, brow furrowed.

You glanced over your shoulder to see what he was holding. “That's because you didn't, yeobo.” you chuckled. “That was a gift.”

“Jiyong?”

“Goofball, actually.” you smiled, turning back to look through Seung Hyun's suits.

“Hmmm... surprisingly, this isn't that bad. But I'm not sure how I feel about those two always buying my wife clothes.” he mused.

“I can't help it that they like to spoil their sister. Besides, it's not like they have girlfriends of their own to buy clothes for.”

“Mmph.” he huffed in agreement. “Daesung doesn't buy you clothes and he doesn't have a girlfriend.”

You snorted. “Daesungie barely buys himself clothes.”

The two of you shared a laugh at that while you finished choosing outfits for one another.

A few hours later, you were slipping into that Valentino coat as you prepared to head out the door. Seung Hyun had ultimately settled on a green, satin wrap dress with champagne colored heels. You adjusted the coat and kissed the twins goodbye as he handed you a clutch purse that matched the heels perfectly.

“Have a good time, ________-ah. I love you.” Seung Hyun said, kissing you on the cheek so you wouldn't smudge your lipstick.

“I love you too, Seung Hyun. I'll see you when you get home.” you walked out the door with a bounce in your step, happy to get out of the house and feel like a proper adult for a while.

You'd met Dong Wook at the restaurant and after placing your order, you got straight to business.

“So... what is it that you want to discuss?” you asked bluntly, as soon as the waiter walked away.

“Wow.” he smiled. “You don't beat around the bush, do you?”

“Well, you sounded so eager to talk about whatever it was in your texts. I figured once we got that out of the way, we could move on to pleasantries.” you arched an eyebrow at your boss.

Se7en sighed heavily. “I want you to come back to work.”

“Excuse me?” you asked in disbelief. You had honestly been expecting the news that he'd hired someone new to replace you, not that he wanted you to come back so soon.

He held up a hand to placate you. “Just... hear me out, okay?”

You simply nodded and motioned for him to continue.

“I'm not talking about full time. I was thinking maybe you coming in to the office one day every other week.”  he paused to judge your reaction, but you didn't give him one. “Anything else could be done through telecommuting. I don't need you to edit or anything. It's just that you're really the best at understanding what I want when I come up with a concept. Really all I need you to do is set up the design for the shoot and direct a little.”

“Dong Wook, we discussed this before I went on maternity leave.” you said. “I told you that I wanted to take at least a year off. It's barely been six months.”

“I know.” he winced. “But you know I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need your skills right now. The quality of our photo shoots has seriously gone downhill since you left.”

You sighed, mulling it over. You didn't really want to leave the twins, not even for only two days a month. But, on the other hand, getting out of the house and back on the job might be nice.

“I'll even hire someone so that you can bring the twins into work with you, if you want.” he offered with a smile.

“Really?” you asked in surprise & he nodded hopefully. He must honestly need your help if he was willing to go to that expense to get you to come back. “I... I'll think about it.”

“Great!”

“But I'll have to talk it over with Seung Hyun first.” you said quickly.

“Of course! Of course... take all the time you need.” Se7en told you.  

It wasn't long after that when your food arrived and the two of you resigned yourselves to more friendly conversation.

You were sitting in the back of the car on your way back to the villa when you got a text from your husband.

We are definitely discussing this when I get home, gongju-nim.

He had attached a link to a news website & you clicked it, only to find a picture of you and Dong Wook, kissing each others cheek as you'd arrived at the restaurant. The title read, “Trouble in Paradise Already?”

You fought back a smirk as you sent your response. I would have been more shocked if we didn’t.

They certainly work fast these days, don't they? Are you doing okay?

I’m fine. And don’t bother with the discussion when we get home. You know I always win.

You could practically hear Seung Hyun snort in reply & that made you smile to yourself.

I believe we already have a war going on that is still unfinished. he texted back.

I thought you’d forgotten all about it. What happened to our truce?

Oh, yeobo... that was only good for last night. The fight is most certainly back on... he replied quickly.

You smiled to yourself as the car pulled up to the house. It was going to be a long night while you waited for Seung Hyun to come home so you could continue your battle of sexual wills.

It was well into the night before Seung Hyun finally managed to make it back to the villa. To tell the truth, he was more than a little annoyed that dinner had taken as long as it had.

Stopping by the nursery, he quietly opened the door and entered to find his children fast asleep in their cribs. Seung Min had his favorite stuffed rabbit grasped tightly in his little fist. Yeon Jun had given it to him when he was four months old and it hadn’t left his side since then.

Kissing his son on the forehead & then repeating the action with his daughter (who was clinging to a panda plushie), Seung Hyun left, making his way to his own room. Silently opening the door, he found his wife sound asleep in the bed.

You were a vision of beauty to him, curled up on your side with your arms wrapped around one of his pillows. You were hugging it close as if it were him, making Seung Hyun smile to himself. He was growing more than anxious to replace that pillow in your arms.

He softly made his way to the bed, lifting the covers and carefully crawling in next to you. He gently pried the pillow from you grasp, your soft sleepy murmur of his name like a sudden bolt of electricity shooting through him.

As much as he longed to kiss you awake and make love to you right now, you needed your sleep and he was exhausted. He just wanted to curl up around your body, hold you close and drift off into much needed oblivion.

Tomorrow morning, however, would be a different story if he had his way. He hoped to get a little one-on-one time with you before you each started your day, preferably with you pinned between him and the mattress.

“Seung Hyun?” you sleepily murmured as you quickly snuggled up against his muscular frame, releasing a contented sigh as you molded yourself against him. “How was dinner?”

“Fine…go back to sleep, gongju-nim.” he gently said, tilting down to kiss the top of your head.

“No, I want to know how it went.” you insisted, your voice still sounding drowsy as you slid your arm around his waist, holding him closer to you. “What kind of exhibit do they want your help with?”

Seung Hyun eagerly wrapped his arms around you and held you securely against him, keeping you where he always wanted you, where he always needed you to be, right by his side.

“Something a little different than last time.” he told you cryptically as he absentmindedly rubbed your back, relishing the feel of your frame against his, your familiar scent already comforting him.

“Oh, so not an auction?” you asked, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder so you could look at him.

“No. Not an auction. Just an exhibition.” he murmured, his mind refusing to allow him to rest despite how exhausted he was.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously as you reached up to rub the remnants of red lipstick from his cheek. You had known that he was having dinner with one of his exes, but it couldn't be helped since she was the main curator of the museum he was to be working with. “I see she didn't waste any time...”

Seung Hyun could hear the jealous edge to your voice, but you never had anything to worry about. “It was nothing…I promise.” he swore. “You know her, _______-ah. She always likes to push the boundaries, see how far she can go in order to get a reaction.”

“It obviously didn’t take much tonight.” you curtly replied.

You knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but she was the only one of Seung Hyun's many exes that always seemed to make your blood boil. You didn’t know if it was the fact that she was so seductive and beautiful or that she was more entrenched in the Seoul art scene than you had ever managed to get. Either way, you didn’t like how she continued to try to seduce him every chance she got, despite the fact that he was happily married.

Seung Hyun captured your hand resting on his chest, bringing it to his lips to place kiss on your knuckles. He tightened his hold on you and rubbed soothing circles on your back with his other hand.

“Yeobo, you know she means nothing to me.” he promised. “She provided me with some information about what the museum wanted while we ate dinner, kissed me on the cheek, and then left the restaurant.”

“I know…it’s not you, Seung Hyun.” you admitted. “It’s her that I don’t trust. She’s never kept her intentions hidden when it comes to you and it’s obvious that she wants you back.”

“She can do or say whatever she wants, but you’re the one I love…the only one I want,” he told you.

You tilted your head and kissed his chest, wanting to change the subject. “Tell me about the exhibit.” you pressed. “What information did she provide? Was it anything that will help you choose pieces for the gallery?”

“Maybe...” Seung Hyun stalled as he slid his fingers up into your hair, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he thought back over the events of the night. “But I want to hear about your meeting. What did Dong Wook want?”

“He wants me to come back to work.” you told him.

You tilted your head back up and watched as your husband’s eyes immediately darkened with anger, his face locking into that fierce look that always managed to frighten others, but not you.

“He what?” he nearly hissed as he attempted to process what you had just told him.

“He wants me to come back to work.” you repeated. “Apparently the quality of their photoshoots has tanked in my absence and he thinks I'm the only one who can fix it.”

“Absolutely not.” he angrily ground out. “You already told him that you wouldn't come back until the twins turned one.”

“Seung Hyun, relax.” you attempted to soothe him. “I never said that I would do it.”

“I’m not about to let him guilt trip you into returning to work before you're ready. I don't care how much of a friend he is to me.” he angrily snapped. “Why does he think you can make it better?”

“Because of my ability to understand what he wants from his concept ideas.” you patiently told him, knowing that he already knew the answer to his question. “And he needs me to organize the shoots.”

“But you were working almost every day before you got pregnant. And even three days a week until you went on leave.” he shook his head. “There's no way you can do that now with the twins to take care of.”

“I realize that.” you agreed, taking his hand in yours in an effort to calm him. “I told Dong Wook as much, and he said I only need to come into the office one day every other week. That's only twice a month. The rest I can just do through the computer. It might take me an hour every day to get that done.”

“You sound like you've already made up your mind.” he bit out, squeezing your hand.

“Seung Hyun, I didn’t tell him I would do it.” you sighed in exasperation, your own frustration rising in proportion to your husband’s. “Besides, you know I would never agree to anything as big as that without talking it over with you first.”

Seung Hyun drew a ragged breath, forcing himself to relax. “I know, I know…I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I know, it’s alright,” you reassured him, leaning in to kiss his cheek and bring him back from the brink. “But, for what it's worth, Se7en did offer to let me bring the twins in to the office with me and he would hire a sitter for them while I work.”

“Really?” he replied, surprise in his voice. “Well... that changes things.”

“You are the most stubborn, most infuriating man I think I have ever met.” you scowled at him, pulling away and putting some distance between you again.

“Forgive me, gongju-nim. But I only want what's best for you and the twins.” he frowned, reaching over and pulling you to him once more.

Seung Hyun leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours in a silent appeal for understanding, brushing them gently against yours and teasing you. You parted your lips, asking for more and happily accepting it as his tongue slowly slid inside of your mouth. You rapidly began to lose yourselves in a kiss that only grew more heated.

Finally breaking for air, you leveled him with a glare that held little anger to it now. “I hate how you always manage to do that.” you breathed heavily.

“Do what?” he smirked.

“Get your way when you kiss me like that.” you frowned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, ________-ah.” he maintained.

“Of course you don’t.”

“Besides, I still need to get some revenge.” he huskily said as he began kissing behind your ear.

“Why?” you gasped as he raked his teeth over your earlobe. “What did I do?”

“You're the one who made the news with your 'Date'. Potentially cheating on me with your boss...” he reminded you with a playful tease. “Plus, we're still in the middle of a war, remember? Unless you give up?”

“I never agreed to surrender and you should’ve been keeping your focus on your own meeting instead of those gossip columns.” you scolded him.

“Well, if you weren’t so damn sexy.” he shot back. “No more meetings without me. The thought of what you might be getting up to is far too distracting.”

“We’ll just see about that, T.O.P.” you murmured, tilting your head and kissing him again.

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So today was pretty good! I'm tired of course, but that's probably because it's almost 2 in the morning (and will be past 2 by the time I'm finished writing this). But yeah, we were going to a family friend's house for the day. It took some convincing, but I did get out of bed and my sister and I took my mom's car there. They're about 45 minutes from us, way up on a little peninsula off Long Island that's patrolled by police constantly because it's a super affluent area so getting there takes forever because you have to be going 25 or 30 for like, 20 minutes and it's very frustrating lol. And this is only their beach house. I think I've only been to their actual house like, once. But we get there and eat right away, pretty good food, some catered and some homemade. At first I got baded to come sit with the adults but then was able to sneak off to sit with the "kids" (or at least people more my age). They have two kids, a boy who's a year older than me, and a girl who's four years younger than me. The boy is pretty awkward, but he's nice enough, and is only like borderline creepy on occasion so I can deal with that at least. I get along better with the girl, despite the age difference, she's finishing up undergrad right now and heading to law school. Her brother is also now apparently starting law school this year, after flunking out of medical school several times (my dad is best buds with the school's founder so he pulled strings to let him stay there even when he was flunking out on multiple occasions). So if he can't be a doctor apparently he has to be a lawyer, because those are the only acceptable career choices in their family (I don't want to add to stereotypes, but they are a very traditional Asian family, their mother came over from China as a teenager and ended up getting stuck here after a coup found her family in hot water with the government, so she took her fashion drawings to Macy's and they immediately ordered the clothes made and ran a successful fashion company for many years, and the Dad is a very accomplished doctor, so let's just say the expectations are very high. I feel bad for the boy because I highly doubt he actually wants to be a lawyer at this point, medical school to law school isn't the most logical jump, but I hope he's able to find happiness in it anyway. The girl at least seems to genuinely enjoy law, so that's good. After we ate we went out on kayaks for a while, and it was the first time I'd been kayaking since like, 5th grade summer camp lol and while we managed to do just fine, I was still pretty dang wet when I got out, and I was wearing a romper so I just had to stick it out really. We had dessert then, including my peach and blueberry crisp, which I was pleased with the results of. My mom was bugging me about it because she didn't think the nectarines were ripe enough, but I don't think it made a difference. The kids chilled out on the porch for a while and I mainly just took jabs at my brothers, which is one of my favorite things to do in situations where I know they can't fire back with one of their usual super douchey and awful responses. It's just light hearted teasing, I'm never actually very mean to them. After a while my sister wanted to leave (she wasn't feeling very well today unfortunately) so we headed out and stopped at Chick-fil-A on the way home so she could get some food (and I got a watermelon mint lemonade, which somehow messes with my breathing so I need to stop getting it, but it was still good. Got home, and started to gather supplies to dye my hair, only to find out my dye bottle was MIA, much to my frustration as this happened in June too. I could've improvised of course, but it would've taken a lot more effort, so I'm just gonna run to Sally's tomorrow and pick up another one being that they're like $1.50 anyway. So with that idea given up I went back downstairs and sat in the back room to watch this week's night shift, Suits, and Wynonna Earp. I won't get too deep into each of them for time's sake, but the night shift was SO. GOOD. Definitely one of their best episodes (and they've had a lot of good episodes). It was all a tribute to veterans, who play a large part in the show's narrative, and it was featuring veterans as actors and it was directed and such by veterans too, and it was just so poignant and well done that I legit teared up at several points. So I was pleased at that. Suits was kind of meh, I'm irritated it seems impossible for Mike to be honest in any way and also has to be keeping a secret from someone it seems like, so that's annoying. The case stuff with Louis and Harvey was good though, and I'm looking forward to where Mike will take the prison beating case. Wynonna Earp was excellent, as it is most times. I know a lot of the fandom was real pissed at the events of the last episode, but I think this episode did a pretty good job of smoothing things over (though I do still hope Waverly is honest with Nicole about what happened at some point). Nedley was fucking perfect in this episode, I was in stitches while he was being interrogated and would only give the sassiest responses. It was brilliant writing and brilliant acting, so kudos there. I suppose the widows getting the third seal and breaking it was inevitable for the season finale, but I was still kind of frustrated when it happened. But yeah, good episode, and I'm sad we only have two episodes left in the season (although it's at least an improvement from last year's 10 episode season). After that I watched a Supernatural episode, then showered and got ready for bed, then just wasted a lot of time on my phone reading posts and articles about today before writing this post, and now my eyes really want to be shut, so I'm gonna do that now. Goodnight friends. Have a lovely evening.