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thornnii · 13 hours

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Saw that you request open so: show!percy jackson x daughter of Eris!reader set just after battle of the labyrinth?

⎯ ☆ chaos in the rain

genre: brief angst to fluff wordcount: 1.1k pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader tags: daughter of eris!reader (she/her pronouns), reader hiding out to avoid doing work to rebuild/repair camp after the battle against luke/kronos' army, set after the events of botl, established relationship, probably some inaccuracies summary: what started off as hiding from chores turns into a conversation about oranges notes: I AM SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! I hope really hope you like this anon ♡♡

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camp was alive with activity after the battle between camp half-blood and luke, or rather kronos's, army. there was a fair amount of damage done to the camp and mr d and chiron had delegated jobs to fix the camp to the different cabins. [reader] sat with her feet dangling off the edge of the cliff by the netball court. technically she was meant to be helping the rest of the hermes cabin and the other unclaimed kids that she bunked with- not that she was unclaimed, she was claimed by her mother a while ago, but there was no cabin for eris at camp half-blood.

'it was like staring out over a beehive' [reader] concluded as she watched the rest of camp from her perch. she pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged before tugging her small satchel bag, filled with snacks she'd been storing up throughout the year, into her lap. it was odd, usually the girl would revel in chaos and destruction, but this time all she could feel was this weird hollowness that seemed to weigh her down as she munched on her stolen goodies. maybe it was because it wasn’t chaos by her hand, or that it had affected the people and the things she had grown to cherish. oh well, it wasn’t going to come to her now, maybe in hindsight whatever she was experiencing would be more obvious.

as [reader] ate and watched the activity of the camp below her a soft mist began to envelop camp half-blood. [reader]’s fellow campers stopped to look up at the sky, embracing the cold patter of rain compared to the humid air that still permeated the area post the violence it had just experienced. [reader] couldn’t imagine the immeasurable pain some campers may be feeling, losing a sibling in such a brutal way. with the negative thoughts swimming around her head, she reached for the golden apple keychain on her bag. a golden apple was one of eris's symbols and it always helped to calm [reader], to make her feel connected to her mother.

[reader] stiffened slightly at the almost indiscernible sound of light footsteps against the wet grass of the volleyball courts. almost as soon as her ears caught the sound, the rain that had been splashing down on her stopped. a small smile graced [reader]’s features. “hi percy.”

“how’d you know it was me?” she could hear the pout on his lips without even needing to turn around and see it.

“percy,” she finally turned around to face him, “there are only two children of poseidon at camp, and only you have been training to try and stop the rain. ever since you saw katara do it in avatar.” [reader] mumbled the last part. percy gave a laugh and landed a playful slap to [reader]’s shoulder as he sat down beside her. she just smiled.

[reader] pulled her hoodie closer around her. even though percy had created a small rainless bubble for them, the wind was still cold as it swept through camp. percy must’ve seen the chill run through [reader] as he pulled her closer to him, resting her head on top of his shoulder. “some agent of chaos you are.”

the two sat there for a while just watching their fellow demigods flitter about. the dark sky of the early morning began to be tinted with dusty pinks and vibrant oranges as the sun made its first peak over the horizon. it was a stupidly peaceful moment considering all that had just passed, but, nevertheless, it was welcomed.

the relationship between [reader] and percy had many raising their eyebrows, wondering how anyone could possibly feel stable with a child of eris. but percy accepted [reader]’s chaotic nature with open arms. and while [reader] encouraged percy to be more impulsive and reckless (than he already was), percy helped to ground [reader]. yin and yang.

“orange slice?” [reader] offered.

“got a blue one?” percy joked as he took the slice presented to him.

“if I find a blue orange, I promise I will get it for you.” [reader] grinned, placing a chaste kiss to the blond’s cheek.

“do think it’s actually possible to turn and orange blue?” percy’s eyebrows were now scrunched in thought as he genuinely considered his question. yet it fell on deaf ears. the sun was continuing to rise as it washed camp half-blood in its soft glow, but all [reader] could focus on was the way it illuminated percy’s features, how it made his eyes sparkle. it wasn’t until percy turned to face [reader] properly that she realised he was waiting for her to reply.

“sorry, what’d you say?” she blushed.

“I was wondering if a blue orange was actually possible.” percy repeated.

“I doubt it. besides you wouldn’t really be able to call it an orange anymore if it wasn’t orange.” [reader] grinned toothily at the absurdity of the question. “also I’d be kinda concerned about the taste.”

“what d’you mean ‘the taste’?”

“well aren’t you putting, like, food colouring or whatever in it to change the colour?”

percy shook his head, “no, I’m talking about a naturally occurring blue orange.”

[reader]’s eyebrows creased in further confusion. “I think naturally occurring is impossible, perc. it’s gonna have had to been changed magically or artificially or something, y’know. and even if you did find this infamous blue orange anyway, what would you call it?”

“a blue.” it was said with such confidence that it caught [reader] off-guard for a second. not that she was really sure why she should’ve been expecting anything else.

“a blurange.” she countered.

“blurange?” percy repeated, his previous confidence replaced with confusion.

“sure. if we are setting this in a world where blue oranges aren’t the norm then it makes sense to brand it as something that people already know, so you take ‘blue’ and ‘orange’ and smash ‘em together: ‘blurange’.” as [reader] explained her side of it percy couldn’t help but nod along. what she said made sense, but…

“but ‘blue’ is funny, cause it’s, like, ironic and shit.” percy crossed his arms and pouted like a toddler that had just been told ‘no’ to a new toy. it made [reader] smile at her boyfriend’s silliness. she gave him another quick kiss to the cheek which only seemed to cause his pout to deepen and her smile to widen.

“agree to disagree?” she held the final slice of orange out towards him like a peace offering.

percy took the slice, stuffing it in his mouth in one and muttering a muffled ‘agreed’.

#thornnii’s fics #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #daughter of eris!reader #fluff #angst to fluff

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athanza · 7 days

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Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

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The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

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A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

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bokutosmochi · 8 months

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SHE'S A WH♡RE! I L♡VE IT! ♡ NANAMI KENTO

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? fem!reader, sub!reader, pain play, mentions of biting, fingering, name calling [whore, slut], degradation, choking, impact play [slapping]

regulars? @sugusshi [send me an ask if you want to be added/removed from the taglist]

sugar level? 0.6k

bon appetit!

nanami kento who, at the start of your relationship, tells you to not hesitate to tell him if you want to indulge in one of your kinks.

nanami kento who always looks at you with pride, at the things you have done, and the things you have accomplished.

nanami kento who's always been so supportive of everything you do, both with your work as a jujutsu sorcerer, and your habits and hobbies outside of your line of work.

nanami kento who's hesitant when you first tell him about how you're into pain play. he bites his lip and looks away, gears turning in his head. he most he's ever done for a masochistic partner was choking and biting. he's not really sure how to engage when you wanted him to slap you around and manhandle you around the room like a ragdoll.

nanami kento who nods after mulling it over for a few seconds. "but i'll do my research on it, and we must establish our boundaries first, okay, sweetheart?"

nanami kento who's so awestruck by how nice and warm you are when you nodded at him, "of course, kento. take all the time you need."

nanami kento who can't believe his eyes that the person whom has always greeted him with the sweetest kiss good morning is the same person that is currently whining and wriggling in his hold.

"tighter," you gasp out.

one of nanami's hands was wrapped around your throat, yet as he complied with your request, your eyes simply rolled to the back of your head and the small o of your mouth widened as you gasped. two of his thick, calloused fingers were buried deep inside your cunt, so he felt the way your pussy spasmed around his wet digits.

"such a whore," he commented, shaking his head. "i didn't realize i have a slut for a girlfriend." the way he said it was harsh, cruel. it should have made you tear up in disbelief. maybe you'd push him away with an i can't believe you just said that! but it doesn't. instead, it leaves you whining, grinding down on his fingers that never moved. their only purpose was to tease you, give you a taste of what you could have in a span of minutes, or hours. depending on how your boyfriend was feeling, if he wanted to be especially mean to you or not.

his hand on your neck loosened for a moment, before letting go of the sensitive body part completely. you couldn't help the way your bottom lip jutted out in a pout -- it was second nature to you after he'd taken away something so desirable.

you were about to open your mouth and complain; be a brat about nanami stripping the pleasurable pressure on your neck away from you, but before you could utter a single word, you feel a sharp sting on the side of your face; your cheek.

despite it being unexpected, and the first - of hopefully many - slap that was delivered to you, your pussy tightened around nanami's appendages all the same. in fact, you thought it was better because of how you didn't see it coming.

the impact set your nerves on fire. he had barely touched you, yet you were already on the verge of cumming in the pretty pink cotton panties nanami had just pushed to the side to have access to your pussy.

you were in a daze, eyes cloudy and seemingly in a white, mist-like haze, barely able to catch the way nanami hissed at your reaction. "you get off to this? you're just as bad as the common whore."

i get: reblog

you get: nanami's tie

#order of the day!#order up for nanami!#one black sesame mochi #with a side of pineapple italian ice #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x you #nanami x yn #nanami kento x yn #nanami one shot #nanami kento one shot #nanami scenarios #nanami kento scenarios

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traditionaldream · 3 months

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Trad girls don't gatekeep 🎀

These are just some tips/products I want to share with you ♡

1) Lipsticks

Revlon, Certainly Red: I love this red lipstick and plus, it is a true vintage shade! It has been on the market since 1951.

Deliplus, shade 202: It's a supermarket (Mercadona) lipstick, but it is the perfect pink shade, it makes me feel like Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's".

Aquaphor Lip Repair: This one is just amazing at hydrating your lips and a good base layer to use under lipsticks.

2) Hair

Sleep with a satin bonnet/satin scarf: I have long curly hair and this has helped me tremendously with tangles and frizz. You can find bonnets everywhere and the scarf method, which was very popular back in the day, makes me feel like I am a 40s housewife going to bed.

Pantene Pro-v coconut infused oil: I love the scent of this hair oil

3) Creams and Perfumes

Nivea, the blue tin can one: it has been on the market for a long time (yay vintage) and it's very moisturizing. If you are acne prone, I wouldn't really advise you putting it on your face, though.

Dove Pampering Care with Shea Butter and Vanilla: Do I need to say more? The scent is divine.

Dior Hypnotic Poison: My favorite perfume and one of the best scents out there

Victoria's Secret body mists: I love the Pure Seduction, Aqua Kiss and the Coconut Milk and Rose. Also Zara's Fields in the Nightfall.

These are just some tips, my beautiful girls ♡ I hope you enjoyed them

#conservative #tradition #homemaker #tradgirl #catholic #tradwife #50s #christian #mother #wife #beauty #beauty tips #vintage makeup #vintage

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wandashousewife · 3 months

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“Dear Child.” (Chapter Four)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — Your father was notorious for going on failed tinder dates for years after your mother had left for her own reasons which she never told you. You never actually thought your father had a chance in the vast sea of relationships until you found out that one of his friends knew a European woman a couple years older than you who wanted to marry him. Strange.

Warnings — Failure dad, absent mother

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

As the hours stretched into the evening, the adventures with your friends continued unabated, each moment infused with the vibrant energy of youthful exuberance and boundless possibility. From the bustling corridors of the mall to the neon-lit confines of fast food joints, and finally to the serene expanse of the beach, the journey unfolded like a tapestry woven from the threads of shared laughter and cherished memories.

Despite the chill in the air, the allure of the bioluminescent lights dancing upon the ocean's surface proved irresistible, casting a magical spell over the tranquil night. Against the backdrop of the shimmering waves, the world seemed to take on an otherworldly charm, enveloping you in a cocoon of wonder and awe.

Sitting in a blanket under the starry night, you and your friends enjoyed each other's company. It was a chill night, one you'd expect for the beginning of winter. But you barely registered it, focusing more on your own thoughts. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard in the distance, a soft background melody. And despite the darkness, you could make out the silhouettes of your friends as they laughed and chatted, their voices carrying on the wind.

You had been wondering how Wanda was doing so you decided to go home early. The cold mist in the air made your face feel a bit prickly as you walked back home under the night sky. The sounds of laughter and the waves rolling onto shore seemed to get louder the further you traveled.

When you got home, however, it was eerily quiet. You wondered if everyone was asleep but decided to check the living room. That's when you saw Wanda sitting in front of the TV, in her pajamas and wrapped in your hoodie.

“Hey Wands,” You smiled. She had always hated that nickname, thinking it as something childish, but that’s why you loved using it!

A bright smile crosses her lips, her cheeks turning a soft rosy pink. She seems a bit embarrassed by the nickname, but she forces herself to laugh it off. “Hi.” She turns away, her hands fidgeting idly with her sleeves. There was a brief, awkward silence before she breaks the ice. “I… did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, we went to a lot of places. But you wouldn’t know any of them since you’re such an old woman.” She lets out a quiet laugh at your teasing. “I might be an old woman, but at least my back doesn’t hurt from sitting on these chairs like someone’s mother.” She turns to face you and smiles, her gaze focused entirely on your form. The two of you stare at each other in silence, a hint of playful teasing in the air.

Wanda can’t help but notice how your eyes seem to linger on her in an almost flirtatious way. It’s as if you are undressing her with your eyes, taking her all in.

“What are you watching? Fifty Shades?” You teased again. She scowls, her cheeks turning a warm pink. She clears her throat and tries to laugh it off again. “No, I’d like to continue having my eyesight thank you very much.”

There’s another pause in the silence. Wanda glances away, her fingers toying with the fabric of your hoodie. She can’t help but notice how you were eyeing her up and down again. She looks away, her voice barely audible. “Do you think this… sweater does make me look like an old woman though?”

“Oh no, I was just joking. Why? Has marriage finally ruin your sense of humor?” She laughs softly, covering her lips to suppress the noise. The teasing comment felt different to her than all the others you usually make. A hint of insecurity creeps into her features. She knows you're joking, but still, she can't help but wonder if there's at least a little bit of truth in your words. Because Wanda knows that you've thought about that very thing.

She shakes her head and leans back in the chair, keeping her gaze averted. "No, not really. I was more curious to hear your honest opinion."

“Oh, okay.” There was a deafening silence once again until something had been brought up in your mind. “How is dad? I know he’s been taken certain pills, but how is he in that field?” "He's been better," Wanda whispers, letting out a breath of relief as you asked about your father instead of her. She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing towards your form. "He's been taking his medication more regularly, for starters, but most days he seems… distant. I know he's still adjusting to all of this, but it makes me a bit nervous for his health."

She sighs and looks away, running her hands through her hair. "But at least he's trying, I guess."

“Yeah, he said that he wants to try for another kid before he kicks the bucket.”

She freezes in her seat, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t help but notice how the color drained from her cheeks and a subtle flicker of irritation danced in her eyes. “What? When did he say this to you?” She bites her lip to suppress the anger, her voice tight and strained.

“Couple days ago, why? Do you not want to have a kid?” She stares at you for a few seconds before responding, her voice a mixture of resentment and hurt. “Of course I’d like to have a child one day, obviously.” She bites back the urge to yell or snap and tries to keep her cool. “But I’m still young, unlike some people I know.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your hoodie tighter. She could feel the blood rushing to her face and a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

“Yeah, well you’re not the only one he’s pressuring.” You sigh, remembering his conversations with you about the future. “He wants me to settle down with some rich dude and have lots of kids.” She raises an eyebrow. "Your dad wants you to settle down?" She pauses and laughs to herself. "Of all people? That's ironic."

Wanda's tone is playful but it's hard to ignore a hint of annoyance when you mentioned your father's desire for you to get married one day. She takes a deep breath, trying to contain her jealousy.

“What what? There must be at least one person who wants to marry me!”

"Yeah, I doubt that," she laughs, teasing you playfully. "No guy is interested in marrying the nerdy virgin who can't even maintain eye contact with them."

Her comment seemed innocent, but there was a sudden shift in her expression as she seemed to realize what she said. Her hands gripped tight the sleeves of your hoodie, and her voice became softer, a hint of worry seeping in.

"I… I didn't mean that," she whispers, noticing how your eyes seemed to widen for a second. "I was jus–“ She shrugs, looking away, her hands slowly letting go of your hoodie. “Never mind.”

“Say it.” Your voice was heavy. Her throat clamps up and she can feel her emotions spiraling inside her. She glances back at you for a moment, her eyes lingering on your face. But then she abruptly looks away. "Nothing," she whispers, avoiding your gaze entirely.

You grabbed her shoulder, gripping it tightly, and stared directly into her. “Tell me.”

She flinches a bit when you grab her shoulder and her breathing hitches. Your sudden, aggressive tone catches her off guard. She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up, taking a deep breath as she does so.

"I was only going to say that there are definitely people interested in you. I'm sure of it."

Her words felt half-assed at best, like she was telling you what should have been so obvious.

With a softened gaze and a gentle release, you allowed your hand to slip from her shoulder, settling back into your own space with a sense of quiet gratitude. "Oh, thanks..." The words, though simple, carried a weight of appreciation.

She nods slightly, her eyes still not meeting yours. There’s a few seconds of silence between the two of you. Wanda fidgets nervously with her fingers, trying to push away any lingering awkwardness from your sudden outburst. Her eyes dart around for a moment before finally settling on the TV screen.

“So…” She clears her throat and changes the topic, although she couldn’t help but notice how her heart was still beating out of her chest.

“Want to watch a cheesy romcom?”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

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t4tbedehopmar · 2 years

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Theme theme theme theme theme :0

me theme so true <3

#💌#𐐪♡︎₊˚ mist.#also pink just how everything must be😌😌

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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💭 txt's choi line as . . . EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTERS ! ☆ ♡ ༶⁠

p — CHOI LINE × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, eah!au + soobin has princess charming!reader | w — yeonjun's is suggestive, a lot of destiny&fate talk, eah terms used

a/n — I couldn't get choi line and them as eah descendents out of my mind so lo and behold, I caved. never forgiving them for cancelling this show + posting cuz it's my bday we gon party like it's my bday

♡ DON'T FORGET TO READ TAEKAI'S VERSION !!

YEONJUN, SON OF SLEEPING BEAUTY

rosy pink lips and a piercing gaze, choi yeonjun was the definition of the rose his mother was destined to represent. from his harsh grip on your waist to the soft, peppery kisses he'd leave on your neck when you'd sneak into his room after night curfew, choi yeonjun was casting a spell upon you. your heavy eyelids threatening to shut as he had his legs thrown over you while he spooned you, whispering “how pretty you are” and how lucky he is to have you. sharp yet maintained nails combing your scalp as he ran his fingers through your hair, the sensation sending pulses down to your toes.

choi yeonjun would fall asleep in a class, only to be woken up by a smack on his wrist and the threat of "DETENTION!". he'd have his fun with the gawking looks of everyone as he'd walk by, a pink mist of flowery drowsiness settling through the halls, making everyone's stomachs feeling like they'd just digested thorns.

but with you, oh, he was on his knees. puffy red lips and eyes bright n’ shiny when you'd kiss him, his lips leaving different shades of roses on your skin, like he was a rose himself— the color of his petals bleeding into the cracks of your skin. he'd find himself hiding between the alleyways behind the son of cinderella's shoe shop, your fingers tracing the wrinkles his smile would make near his eyes as he gazed at you like you were a happily ever after he was promised.

and he knew that even if his destiny didn't allow it, he'd prick his finger a thousand times only to be awoken by the drowning feeling of your lips on his own.

SOOBIN, SON OF SNOW WHITE

when choi soobin's mirror answered your name instead of his after he questioned, “who's the fairest of them all?” things got a bit messy. who even were you, making your way to ruin his happily ever after? rolling his eyes and shutting his locker, he'd come face to face with you, wearing a charming, a prince charming, smile and tilting your head at him. now, children of the prince (or now, king) charming weren't exactly his type, but god, who on earth gave you the right to charm him with that pearly, enchantingly cursed smile? even if you technically belonged in his destiny, you weren't supposed to rob off his title of being the fairest of them all, anyway.

but as he stared from across the classroom, he started to understand why tones of red and blue were such an eye-catching match. from the way you'd glow in the silvery moonlight with your blue, he'd watch from his window, gold in his candlelight, as you'd practice lifting the weight of a sword passed through generations of your family. he'd mumble to his pet animals, telling them how embarrassing it was for a son of snow white to fall for the princess charming before he could even choke on that fucking apple, before his roommate would tell him to shut up!

and when he finally buried his ego into the glass coffin he was destined to lie in, poisoned and cursed for eternity, he faced you—heart throbbing in his chest and silky black hair flowing in the wind as he took your hands. it was unsettling, how he went against his destiny at that moment just to find you and give you an untraditionally abrupt kiss on the lips, even if no one was poisoned.

but, his true love's kiss promised, it sure woke him from a slumber he didn't know he was already in, reality seeping into his eyes like a curse finally being lifted. and his chest heaved, breathless, staring at you like you were the apple of his eye—the true fairest of them all.

BEOMGYU, SON OF THE BEAUTY & THE BEAST

choi beomgyu was like streaks of gold sunlight peering onto a flowing river. with his sharp teeth and hair destined to flow perfectly in the wind, he would sprinkle his charm into any situation to win whatever he wanted. being the son of the beauty and the beast, he got the best of both worlds, athletically charming and annoyingly witty. and if you do say for yourself, unfairly attractive.

it was not irregular for choi beomgyu to intrude wherever and whenever he wanted to—a charming wink to a group of girls and they'd be squealing over him, or guys lifting him into the air when he'd score the winning goal for the bookball game, he had it all. and beomgyu wasn't really much to you, either.

except, when he'd sit with you in the enchanted forest, book in hand and pencil between his teeth, confused glances and nervous smiles as you tried to teach him the course for home evilnomics to impress a crush he had on a rebel. choi beomgyu didn't faze you— his smile cast no spell upon your senses; his beauty was meant to just be savoured by the eyes. his voice like honey didn't sooth your soul like it did to everyone else, and beomgyu was starting to realize that the more time he spent with you, the more he was drawn closer to you.

the genuinity in your smile set his cheeks rosy pink, the way your fingers would graze over his ever so slightly to show him how to cast a spell, the way you bit your lips and stared at him sheepishly when you didn't know the answer to a question he asked— you were finding ways to make him experience aspects of romance he's never witnessed first hand. and he'd find himself looking for you on the bleachers after scoring the winning goal for yet another bookball game. and he wouldn't shoot a wink to a group of girls who'd coo his name until he'd see you nearby. and he'd startle you from behind when you'd look for books in your locker, leaning nearby to shut the space between you two and watch your focussed eyes, a rosy tint in his line of vision.

you had the school's pride and joy wrapped around your finger, following you around like he were underneath a trance, head on your shoulder or arm around you as you roamed around town together. and you knew the rhythm of his heartbeat would change when you'd get especially close to him, finger on his chin as you'd smirk up at him. and you'd see the way his eyes would dart around your face, his light brown locks cast in front his eyes, glittering gold as his fingers would sneak up your blouse to feel the skin on your waist grow warmer at his touch.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 11 months

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i just think that eddie would be very eager to learn how to eat you out ♡

18+ as always, semi-virgin!eddie x innocent!virgin!afab!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, multiple orgasms for reader, explicit language, nicknames (baby, princess), small mention of porn, reader doesn't shave down there, 1.2K words, not beta read!

slightly inspired by this post by @mantorokk-writes and this art by @edsforehead

part one | filthy fridays | ask box

eddie all but dragged your skirt up your body, bunching it at your waist. his hands moved to toy with the waistband of your panties, nearly cumming again at the sight of the soaked, pink material. "well, baby," he said, his mouth hovering desperately close to your core, "we've got a lot to cover during this study session."

"wait, eddie," you said, tugging at your skirt and covering yourself back up.

his previously dark eyes misted over with tears at the sight. he wanted nothing more than to have access to every inch of your body, and the idea of you hiding yourself was incomprehensible to him.

"what's the matter, baby?" he asked, voice suddenly thick.

you shifted uncomfortably in your spot on his bed, nervously pulling at your skirt. your eyes darted away from his, but he met your chin with a finger, lifting your face to connect your gazes. "hey, we don't have to go any further than you want to. say the word and we can cuddle or grab some food or-"

you shook your head, your stomach fluttering at his gentleness. "no, it's okay. i just…"

his thumb swiped gentle strokes over your cheek, his tone endearing as he inquired, "what is it then? is it something i did?"

"no, it's just…" you willed yourself to rip off the band-aid, your eyes darting away again. "i don't shave. down there."

"cool."

"i know it's gross but i don't really know how and i didn't think i'd need to today and-" his words hit you like a freight train, the impact enough to stop you in your tracks. "wait what?"

"i know this isn't the perfect time to admit this but when i watch…" he hesitated, "movies, i usually go for ones that have girls with hair. i think it's way sexier."

your gaze turned to an expression of softness, your eyes nearly teary as they fell on his. "you're not just saying that to get in my panties?"

he shook his head with a chuckle. "body hair is a serious issue. i'd never joke about that," he kidded, his hands meeting your thighs. he gave the supple skin a soft squeeze, internally reveling in the sight of the crescent shapes his fingertips left behind.

"you really wanna go down on me?" your tone was so soft, you were surprised he even heard you. "what if i taste bad?"

eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "nothing about you could ever be bad. besides i've always wanted to try it and if you're a willing candidate, i'd love for you to take my oral virginity. and actual virginity when the time comes." he laughed lightly. "huh, cums."

you were the one to roll your eyes this time. a light switch went off in your brain as you started, "eddie?" he met your gaze, a bashful look coming across his face. "it's not gonna eat itself," you finished.

he crouched in front of you, his hand meeting the waistband of your panties once more. "so needy all of a sudden," he teased, hooking a finger around the fabric. he dragged them down your legs agonizingly slowly, tempted to take a whiff of the pretty cotton, but forcing himself to resist. a soft peck was left on the inside of your thigh, his eyes going dark as they made contact with your cunt. "pretty," he smiled, a goofy smile like he'd already been fucked silly.

the second he flattened his tongue against your folds, you knew you were done for. he'd barely made contact with your pussy and you were already hooked. the tip of it barely grazed your entrance, and it already had your legs shaking.

"tell me what feels best, okay?" he said before licking another stripe up your core. "want to make you feel good."

one of your hands managed to latch onto his curls, the other grasping the sheets for purchase. his mouth made contact with your clit, and the feeling from earlier—which you now knew was an orgasm—started to build again.

"mmm," he hummed against the bud, looking up at you with glassy eyes. he pulled away, hooking one arm around your leg. "gonna move your leg, okay? it'll give me a better angle."

you managed to nod before his mouth made contact with your clit once again, his nose resting against your mound. you could've sworn you saw his nostrils flaring, like he was attempting to inhale every last drop of your scent. his opposite hand moved toward the bud, taking over for his mouth as his tongue slipped downward.

"oh, eddie," you sighed, your hips rutting without prompt. his tongue dipped into your hole, an unfamiliar but euphoric feeling. his tongue lapped at your cunt like he hadn't drank in days, your body the perfect oasis.

blown-out eyes peeked over your mound, curled bangs stuck to eddie's sweat-covered forehead. "how am i doing so far?" he asked, trailing kitten licks back up to your clit.

"shit," you sighed as he toyed at your entrance with a finger. you rolled your hips toward the digit, hoping to prompt eddie to continue further.

he chuckled, sliding his finger in up to the first knuckle. "such a foul mouth," he said, tsk-ing his tongue. "who knew my sweet baby was capable of saying two cuss words in one day?"

before you could form a rebuttal, he plunged his finger in all the way, thrusting it in slow but hypnotizing motions. "keep that- fuck -keep that up, eddie, and i'm gonna be saying a lot fucking more."

he suckled your clit and continued his finger's pace, his dick somehow managing to harden even more at the sight of your furrowed brows. "that, princess, sounds like a challenge."

he hooked a second finger in, the cool metal on his middle finger leaving you nearly speechless. you clenched around him as his mouth reconnected to your bud, the sight of him peeking over the hairy bump between your legs somehow managing to be both erotic and endearing. your head fell back against his mattress, your nails digging into his blanket as he worked your hole faster.

"holy fuck, eddie, it's-" you started, cut off by a moan as he pushed a third finger in. "shitshitshit, eddie, that feeling-"

"you're gonna cum, aren't you, princess?" he asked, his voice teasing. he licked another slow stripe over your clit, his tongue rough in the best way.

his mouth met your cunt in an open-mouthed kiss, practically making out with the bud. his fingers sped up, and your second orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking as they wrapped around his shoulders.

"fuck, eddie, don't stop!" he looked up at you through wet eyelashes, giving you a hum of approval. his fingers pulled you through your orgasm, and before long, you came again, your voice hoarse from the string of expletives and moans falling from your lips.

eddie gently removed his fingers, a small whimper slipping from your mouth at the loss of contact. he unhooked your legs from his shoulders, standing to kiss you, blatantly ignoring the dark spot on the front of his boxers. you moaned into his mouth, savoring the salty taste. his tongue slipped into your mouth, making out with you in the same fashion he had with your pussy moments prior.

he crashed down beside you on the bed, tossing an arm over your exposed tummy. his opposite hand settled between your legs, cupping your pussy but careful not to overstimulate you too much in one day. "that, princess," eddie grinned up at you, eyes glazed over and a goofy sideways smile flashing up at you, "was definitely my favorite part of today's homework."

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ss-skyearn · 1 year

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Burn All Over

PAIRING : Han Jisung x fem!reader, Chris x fem!reader

WORD COUNT : 4.6k.

GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.

WARNINGS/CONTENT : Angst, heavy smoking as a cope up mechanism, cuteness, one joke about Chris being old (I'm not sorry), Hyunjin being the Cinderella/Drama Queen that he is.

A/N : This has been in the works for a very long time and is me trying out something new. Excited to share, hope you lovelies are too. ♡

Inspired by Volcano by Han Jisung.

You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

It's another one of those days.

You've been having a lot of them, lately.

When street lights glitch, the sound of the handbrake resounds at midnight everyday while the mechanic works in the distance, when the city's asleep, when one's none the wiser, you find yourself here. Every night.

The uneven pebbled road still the same it had been that night when you stumbled home with him, boot soles scraping, heels scruffing, it should be a sensation more than unpleasant. Yet you find comfort in it, have been in eccentric things as of late.

Maybe you miss him. Maybe you love him.

Or maybe, just maybe, all the cigarette smoke has gone to your head, fucked up your ganglionic neurons, altered your brain physiology.

Discarding what remains of the bud, you stomp your foot on it, chafe it with intensity perhaps unfitting for a mere paper wrapped tobacco stick. The pent up aggression has to come out somehow.

Light your seventh cigarette of the day— or night, you don't recall. Or was it eighth? Hardly matters.

You spot the lone bench, surrounded by the midnight smog, half covered in the mist, but find it all the same; would every time, even with your eyes closed. Indeed, it's imprinted behind your eyelids, committed to memory, for the memory is not of that single bench alone. No, it's accompanied by the memory that refuses to leave you, plagues your mind every second of everyday, replays in your head over and over like a broken CD, the staccato standing out more than you would like.

The memory you don't want to remember, but never want to forget.

The recollection that pains you, but makes your gut bloom with delicious want.

The souvenir you wish you didn't take back with you, but cherish with all your heart.

It's the memory of him, of the day you tasted him, his moist lips for the first time. Ironic, isn't it, that it was also the last. The last time you had him, had those lips between yours.

Your sudden yelp pierces the quiet of the night, a hushed curse following shortly after.

"Fucking hell."

The cigarette bud falls to the ground, having burnt for all it's worth.

It's another thing that happens often, ever since him. You light the bud, sit with your thoughts for just one second, you swear, and the cancer stick burns all the way through, scorches your fingertips, the stinging pain bringing you to reality. A grim reality. But reality, all the same.

A reality where you don't have him. A reality so cruel, you wish you'd still be drowned in fantasies of him, of a reality where being with him didn't hurt so goddamn much.

You rub your digits together, still hot from the burn they underwent, undergo every fucking time. Continue the absent minded gentle rub, skin cooling and hardening, smooth cuticles having given way to unforgiving callouses by now.

"Do you play the guitar?"

There's a little girl suddenly by your side, alone, unsuspecting, staring up at you with big glassy eyes, pink popsicle in mouth. She looks as clueless as they come, innocence written all over her adorable face. Her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink from the gentle breeze than runs remind you of another pair you held onto on this very bench.

You've really lost it all. You see him even in a kid now.

"No. I burn myself."

Her eyes squint in question, and you can't help but let out a huff, her deepening frown causing the huff to morph into a full blown laughter. There's nothing remotely funny about the situation. Indeed, it's a dire one at best. But you've got no tears left to cry, no grief left to feel and, honestly? No fucks left to give.

So you laugh. The only thing you are capable of doing, the only thing that tells you that you are, in fact, alive.

The laugh bordering maniacal by now, you're positive you'd be wiping tears of hysteria, if only you weren't milked dry of all the hydration in your body already.

Loud footsteps carry a young lady through the footpath, bring her right in front of you. You glance up at her, access her to the best of your abilities, which frankly, aren't that accurate given your laughter still waiting to die out.

Nevertheless, you do check her out. Shorter to you in height, gentle stature, fair skin, big watery eyes uncannily similar to the little version of herself stood in front of you, still suckling on her candy.

Ah, the mother.

Judging by the creaseless face, high cheekbones, taut skin, flawless under eyes, no sign of senescence— a young one, at that. Perhaps younger to you by a year or so.

The way she yanks the little girl by the arm, spins and whisks her away from you serves to prove your theory. That's maternal instincts right there, through and through.

But as she does, your eyes land on her fingers wrapped around the little girl's arm. They're smooth, a testimony to her youth, but that's not what draws your attention. No, it's the twinkle of a stone against the dark backdrop of the night that does.

A ring. A wedding ring. One you've seen before. One you know all too well. One that haunts your nights, disrupts your dreams, reminds you of the dreaded moment you wish didn't come after the blissful one all those months back.

A square cut diamond on a silver band, teal glow dimmed by the dark of the night. Even the periwinkle tinge is muted to a lavender one, emerald glint replaced by sage, but even that doesn't prove to be disguise enough. No matter how dampened the colours, how inapparent the twinkle of the stone, when it's all that's on your mind, when it's the root of the anxiety instilled in you, you're bound to recognise it.

You wish you didn't.

You've seen it on a hand you hanker you didn't. You've seen it in a moment that made you want to rewind time and take it all back, no matter how pleasureful the experience.

Frustrated at the memory, you kick the barely there sand under your foot, another curse making its way out of your mouth.

He was supposed to be insanely well-off, the only heir of the biggest conglomerate in the country. Didn't that call for pointlessly expensive designer wedding rings— limited edition, pretences and all? Why did an everyday commoner have the same one? Why must this be so difficult?

It's still wrong.

It's wrong to want it still, when what you had with him wasn't even given a name.

As you heave a tired sigh, the recollection playing in your mind, second for second, you roll your head to the side, catch a glimpse of the two disappearing silhouettes.

"I told you, didn't I, sweetie? Don't talk to crazy strangers, they steal your candy," you hear the woman chide her daughter, the whispered tone of her voice only assisting to echo the statement in the pin drop silence of the night.

Crazy.

You don't suppose she's wrong.

This is easily the least favourite part of your day, which unfortunately has only just begun.

You've always been a heavy sleeper, an even heavier one since taking up your vices. If there's one thing that can wake you, it's sunlight.

That near blinding sunlight that's streaming through the windows, straight onto your face, through your eyelids, and you vow it's burning up your cornea, enough to cause snow blindness.

You're sure you closed the curtains last night.

Deciding to order blackout curtains once you wake up, you shift the comforter up over your head, sighing at the immediate relief your eyelids get from the brazen morning light, only for it to be whipped off your head in one clean motion.

"The fuck?"

"A pleasant morning to you, too," a voice says— or barks, is more like it.

"Fuck off," you attempt to yank the blanket over you again, to no avail. It's bunched up in his clutches, those large hands balling up half the single bed bedsheet.

"No can do. Up."

The duvet is ungracefully ripped from your body, leaving you to shudder in the sudden chill that envelopes you. You crack open both eyes, shuffle around for something to cover yourself with, and in the two seconds your eyes remain open, the sleep in them dissipates. You're wide awake now.

Fucking great.

What Christopher Bang wants, Christopher Bang gets.

"Why are you here to torture me at," a quick glance to the bedside digital clock, "five in the fucking morning!? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

Rage is what you feel all over again. You'd accepted your fate of being awake, but five? Not even your local priest gets up this early.

"Claws in, little one. It's godly hours, easy on the language."

"Yeah, you can shove your early morning moral education lessons up your motherfucking ass. Get the hell out of here or I'm calling security."

The little shit smiles and your blood boils.

Spinning on his heel, he makes his way to the kitchen with practised ease, "Hm. You're once again very conveniently forgetting who's name the lease is on. Who do you think will be kicked out if we do call the reception?"

You groan, face plant into the mattress, mumble out, "Not this again. It was years ago. I've told you I can repay you, thrice the amount."

"And I've told you not to flaunt your money in my face."

You jolt up at that, "How in the sweet fuck is me trying to repay you, flaunting?"

Having had enough of this banter this early in the day, you march upto him and get all up in his face.

You're still unfocused, half-asleep, in no position to correctly access human emotions. That might explain the hitch to his breath on your sudden proximity, the way he retracts his fingers from where they gripped your waist to steady you. He averts his gaze, awkwardly clearing his throat like he doesn't cuddle you to sleep every night you get anxious. What's suddenly wrong with him?

Old age. Yeah, it's probably that.

"You know I can—" you begin, but all that earns you is a strong finger to the centre of your forehead, followed shortly by a firm shove, enough to tip you back and make you stumble on your own two feet.

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're a big girl with big money. Don't need to hear it all over again."

You admit defeat, it's way too early for this anyway.

You silently watch him work, how he knows where the extra coffee pods are since you ran out of the ones in the basket of your espresso machine, where the fresh loaf of bread is hidden away behind the tricolour capsicums— ones he bought you in an attempt to incorporate some form of nutrition in your diet, just where the white butter is stored in the top shelf of the cabinet.

To any onlooker, it might seem it's his place, and in all honesty, might as well be, given how he cleans and keeps your refrigerator stocked on greens more than you do yourself.

It's his silent way of looking out for you.

You've got one of your own too.

In the way you keep vanilla syrup because your coffee is too strong for him, stache multigrain bread for the fitness freak in him, brown your butter just for him even when the browning process fills your house with the smell you can't stand.

It's a mutual understanding, a healthy routine between you two.

As you eat your breakfast in silence with him, you count and recall the instances he's been by your side for, all the tough times he's helped you tide over.

The thoughts getting too sappy to be swallowed with your coffee, you attempt to start conversation, "I'm a crazy stranger who steals childrens' candy, it seems."

Chris sputters, choking on his coffee, doing something between coughing and cracking up, "That's wild, even for you."

You deadpan, eyelids closing half way in an attempt to give him the best 'are you serious, right now?' look you can manage.

Having cleared up his plate, crumbs and all, he just gets up, makes his way to the kitchen, takes your plate too, ruffles your bed head on the way. You shake him off with all the ferocity of a wild kitten, and he laughs that gentle laugh of his, one that calms your recently developed panic attacks away.

That's a memory you're not too fond to recollect.

He shouts out to you over the sound of running water and clanking of plates from where he's cleaning the dishes, "Hyunjin's surprise birthday party is today. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Shit, I totally forgot to wish him," you say, all while lunging for your phone, not wanting to spend another second you'd soon regret wasting, for if there's anything more important to Hwang Hyunjin than Fabre Castle Watercolours, it's his twenty-second birthday. He's been yapping about having a Taylor-Swift-22 inspired birthday bash since you were fifteen.

He picks up on the first ring, as if waiting for it with his phone glued to his hand.

"The person you're trying to reach is currently done with your betraying ass. Please call again never."

You sigh through the microphone, Chris barking out a laugh in the background.

It's going to be a long phone call.

As you wait for the door to be opened with Chris by your side, a million different versions of 'sorry' at the tip of your tongue, you couldn't have been prepared for what happens when the door finally swings open.

Him. That's what happens.

It's been years since you last saw him, since you last mapped his features, raked your eyes over his face unashamedly.

He's changed so much.

Front bangs long and straight, the ends falling over his eyes like a curtain, soft lips slightly parted, skin a shade tanner than what you remember— there's an aura of maturity in the air surrounding him, a gentle poise he carries himself with you don't remember noticing all that while ago.

He's changed in the way he now so clearly knows how to fake a smile, knows to side step and usher you inside, to extend a friendly hand in introduction.

"It's been a while."

But you prefer the older version. The carefree soul, the warm eyes.

You don't like the look on him now, big eyes devoid of emotion, graceful stance lacking the vibrance that made him stand out to you.

But you suppose it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what stood out to you, what appealed to you, for you're no longer a significant presence in his life— you're not sure you ever were.

"Yeah. Nice to see you."

It's suffocating, playing pretenses, lightly touching his hand as if you don't want to clutch onto it and never let go, plastering a smile on your face as if you don't want to break down right on this very threshold.

Chris' warm hand on your lower back guides you into the living room proper, but you hardly pay any mind to it, for it's currently occupied with him and his mahogany scent.

It used to be coconut, with an undertone of cinnamon. Fruity and spicy, a fuzzy blanket on that chilly night.

Did she make him change it?

Was it not to her liking?

If it wasn't, did he change it without question? Changed a part of himself all too willingly?

"So.. " he clears his throat, and despite the calm demeanour he's maintaining at the forefront, you know he's struggling to avoid awkwardness.

"So," you parrot, making no effort to mask the tension. It's there, it's blatant, you're done avoiding it.

"Uh, need a drink?"

"I'll go get some," you don't wait for a response, and stroll right past him, making your way to the kitchen. He'll take a vodka soda, you don't need to ask to know.

The house is bustling with people, which is a nice distraction in of itself. People watching. That's what you plan on doing the rest of the night.

He's standing at the same spot when you find your way back to him, and in the few minutes it takes to reach there, you take a moment to stop and admire him from the back, only now paying attention to him, the kind he truly deserves. The broad shoulders and lean waist haven't changed, you note, chuckling a little to yourself after remembering Minho is attending the party, too. His biceps are somehow girthier than before, filling out the sleeves of his black button up that's unnaturally stretching over the expanse of his wide, muscular back. The leather pants he adorns might as well be made for him, with the way they cling to his legs, long and slim, bulging at the middle of his thighs and calves, narrowing at the knees. The perfect coalescence of lean and muscle, just how you like it.

Though you don't suppose it matters anymore.

So you around the corner and come to a halt right in front of him, extending the hand that carries his drink.

"No, I'm not drinking."

Turns out you did need to ask to know.

"Oh, do you now take something else? There's whiske—"

"No, I don't drink anymore."

"Like, at all?"

He gives a small but content smile at that, and you struggle to take in what he's just told you.

Han Jisung, doesn't drink? You remember the first time you met him, a tipsy conversation in front of the bonfire, the smores sweet on your tongue, the vodka soda bitter on his. It made for the perfect cocktail, sweet and bitter, much like the night you spent with him after. Sweet release brought to you time and time again, by that same tongue that tasted like lime and vodka, those fingers that fed you the melted chocolate dripping from your smores, that length that filled you so well. Only for it to come crashing down with a bitter aftertaste of his betrayal.

You blink back the perspiration that's beginning to take root in your eye corners, clearing your throat, trying to remember what the conversation was actually about.

"Right. So, uh, no drinks then."

Did she ask him not to come home if he drank?

Does it not sit right with her? For him to enjoy for a night?

And does he not have a problem with this either? Another whim he willingly agrees to?

"You go ahead, please. Don't stop on my account."

Nauseous. You feel nauseous.

The politeness to his tone makes you feel further away from him in this moment, standing no more than a few inches away, than you did all those years you didn't see him. The consideration in his eyes makes you feel like a stranger, like someone he's meeting for the first time. It burns you all over, the formality, the decorum.

You nod, make your way out to the balcony.

Fresh air. You need it.

How long has it been?

Ten minutes? One hour? Or two, perhaps?

As you try to focus on the sounds coming from inside the living room, you hear nothing. No Taylor Swift's 22 playing, no incessant chatter of people. How long has it been, really?

Your single beer bottle sits by the balcony railing idly, empty, a new sealed one placed next to it. It hadn't taken long for it to vanish, you having downed it in one long gulp. The sear on your oesophagus had been a welcome sting.

Burning your fingers with cigarettes wasn't enough, it seems. You want to burn all over.

The glass door creaks open, heavy footsteps padding their way across and over to where you're slumped against the brick wall, the spot behind you warm despite the chill blowing in the air. You've just been sitting here that long.

The body collides with the concrete next to you with a thud, drags itself down until it's seated next to you.

You know who it is just from the way they chose to sit.

"What's the birthday boy doing out here?"

"He's not wearing his ring."

Your breath hitches.

Saying you didn't expect it would be a lie. You knew it would find its way to you, this conversation you don't want to have. You thought you were prepared. You had been wrong.

Yet even as you knew of its arrival, for it to land like this was startling.

You didn't expect it to come from Hyunjin either, it's so unlike him to be this straightforward.

"What ring?"

It's easy to play pretend, to feign disinterest, when your heart's the accolade at stake, made all the easier by the second bottle of beer you're suddenly insistent on downing.

"You know."

But pretending to not know is only going to last so long, and effectively will serve to drag the matter on, when you couldn't be more done with it.

Slamming the now empty bottle on the marble flooring with a clank of finality, you turn to face him for the first time since the conversation begun, "He never wore it anyway. Not after that night."

"Yeah, but- there's just something about him. I just know my theory is right."

Not sure just what the theory is, you tell yourself you aren't interested anyway.

"You work on your theory, then. Let me know when it gets patented."

You stand up on wobbly legs, brushing off his attempts to steady you with a warning glare— the reason for which you don't know yourself.

As you step into the living space once again, it looks so much bigger than it did with the strangers crowding it.

Just then, the bell goes off.

You look around for Chris, but he's nowhere in sight, not in the living room, not near the kitchen counter. So you get the door.

On the other side stands a girl no older than five years, in a pink frilly frock, short hair neatly tied into two high fountain ponytails, big boba eyes, bright pink lolly in mouth.

She recognises you before you do, letting out a gasp, eyes growing even wider, lolly slipping out of her stained lips.

"No. Please don't take my candy!"

She puts both hands behind her back in attempts to hide said candy, her backpack presenting a hindrance when she struggles to get them back over it. You can still see the lolly sticking out behind her head where she clearly thinks it's well hidden.

Suddenly, you don't feel shitty anymore, crouching down in front of her, a fond smile playing on your lips. You make a show of clenching your fist, opening the fingers one by one, until they're all outstretched, a small packet of sour gummy worms nestled in the palm of your hand.

You always carry them around on parties because Chris can't handle his vodka shots without it, he shudders and looks for you instead of for them every time he downs one shot, for he knows you carry some for him.

You're thankful for that habit of yours as a wide smile spreads on the little girl's face, mouth parting to show two big uneven teeth. You find yourself grinning back involuntarily, heart fluttering.

You thought it wasn't capable of doing that anymore.

But she suddenly frowns, tilting her head to the side a little, her bangs falling in her eyes, "So you won't take my candy?"

You want to take her in your arms and kiss all over her face, but something tells you her parents won't appreciate a drunk stranger smooching their kid. So you settle for gently swiping her baby hair out of her eyes, looking right into them as you mumble out, "No, I won't. What's your name?"

"Amanda! Friends call me Ami, but you can't."

"Oh? I can't?"

"You're not my friend, are you?" she shrugs, shouldering her way past you, entering into the house with ease, like this is the place she comes to after school everyday.

You peek out the door, look to the right and then to left, for surely there's someone with the kid. There has to be. But you see no one.

When you glance back, she's let her backpack fall to the ground, and comfortably seated herself on the loveseat sofa, kicking her little feet over the armrest and falling back on the cushioned seat with a content sigh, looking right at home.

You stroll up to her after shutting the door close,

"Ami? Who are you wit—"

She points a single finger up, eyes closed in a display of annoyance as a huff leaves her nostrils, inflating them in a way that's more cute than intimidating, which is what she clearly intends for it to be.

"Amanda," she states simply.

"Right. Not Ami. Amanda," you try to hold back the giggle that threatens to escape you, playing along with the kid's display of dominance.

"So, Amanda, who are you with? Where's your mom? Do you know someone here?"

"Too many questions all at once," she sighs out in troubled exasperation, and you're all but dumbfounded. Who is this sassy little pile of squishy cheeks, really?

"Where's your mom?"

"Don't have one."

Dang. The way she says that with little to no remorse or regard makes you wonder if she ever had one to begin with.

"But who was that woman with you that night?"

The one with the teal diamond ring, you don't add.

"Not my mom, I can tell you that much."

The intensity with which she says it, eyes narrowed in challenge, tells you it's a topic all too personal, and so you decide to back off, to not probe further.

"So why are you at this place?"

She merely shrugs, begins swinging her feet to and fro from where they are hanging off the arm rest, "Dad's here."

"Here?"

"Yeah, said he was meeting up with some friends. So I came."

"By yourself?!" you balk.

"Uh, yeah," she gives you a quizzical stare, looking you up and down like you're the single digit aged offspring going around to a house full of drunks in the middle of the night.

"How?"

"What do you mean how? By cab, of course."

"By yourself?!"

"Jeez, calm down, woman."

Your jaw would be on the floor if it wasn't already. In the two minutes you've known this girl— including that night when she was whisked away from right in front of you after your manic laughing episode, you've come to the conclusion that she's no regular kid. As your mind comes to terms with this newfound piece of information, you smirk, intrigued.

"Huh. Aren't you a feisty one. Who's your dad?"

You're sure he'd be feisty himself. And you could really do with some feisty in your life.

"He's—"

"Honey!"

You hear a voice call out from somewhere behind you, witness a silhouette approaching the giggling girl, behold muscular arms wrapping around her frame gently.

But your mind refuses to register, to comprehend, to process.

For you're not sure you'd be able to handle it right now, or ever.

"This is my dad! He goes by Han Jisung."

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The Sorcerer & The Demon

Warning !

Fluff ; Comfort ; Mentions of Physical Affection ; Mentions of Anxiety, Frustration, Desperation ; Mentions of Marking ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ last part as I promised ! Thank you for the Reblogs and Likes (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also decided to post this on Shu's birthday since I don't think I got the chance to write anything for his b-day (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠), anyways,

Happy Birthday my Beloved Sorcerer, Shu Yamino (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

<- Part II ||

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How long has it been?

It's dark, and cold. Again.

You should've bought the Shikigamis with you, it would've made them find you much quicker.

But what if they couldn't find you? What if they decided to let you be here? All alone inside this kidnapper's household.

Dark thoughts slowly flooding in, you were just started to live with them for like for 2 months.

They've taken care of you ever since your first meeting, it was nice. It made you feel alive again. You missed their voice now, there's not a day goes without hearing their voice. Vox's flirty remarks, Shu's identic smile.

Why do you miss them so much? You've only been with them for 2 months, it is still a short span of time. At least that's what you thought. You slowly pull your knees up to your chest, slowly hugging it as you close your eyes, silently praying for them to save you.

. . .

"It has been a week Shu, is there no sign of them yet?" The Demon asked, a week is way too long for comfort. They're getting more anxious each second pass by, Shu who Constantly not taking any rest trying to find you, sending his shikigamis out to trace your essence.

"I am trying Vox, I know it has been a week, I haven't go take a rest ever since their disappearance. I am trying my best here Vox" Shu replied, sounded a bit desperate also frustrated, Vox could only glare down at the tatami floor under him. Not because he's mad at The Sorcerer he's mad at himself not being able to go out find you.

"Then, Let me, go find them, Shu." Vox finally voiced out his suggestion, Shu looked up at him, he frowned for a moment. Before letting out a sigh, "Okay, ..I let you go out from my range, but return before the sunset tomorrow." He ordered, and then right after he said that, the magic golden chains that's wrapped around his wrists and ankles breaks into pieces. "But, if I have found their whereabouts, I am catching up to you." he continued as he look at The Demon.

Vox kneeled before Shu, summoning his katana, "I shall now take my departure, I will return soon." With that Vox disappeared, leaving only a mist behind.

Shu sighed once more as he ran his fingers through his bangs, he's not going to rest, definitely not, he's still going to find you, at least, your essence to know where you are.

. . .

One, two, three, four, .. hours have passed ever since Vox's departure, one of the Shikigamis he sent out returned in a hurry, bringing the expected good news.

"Good job, now lead Vox and I to where they are."

Shu stood up and walked away, the moment he stepped out of the room, he teleported away. Only leaving behind bits of his purple pink fire behind.

"We're going to find you."

. . .

Does your life story really ends here? Do you really have no choice? You're now chained up. Nowhere to go now. You're stuck here.

The kidnapper is not a human, it is a yokai, there's no way you can fight them, you're just a human, if you decided to fight them, you're definitely digging your own grave.

The sliding door that slowly opened up awakened you back to reality, you look up at the door. Seeing the Yokai smiling down at you, they coo as they approached you. "There There.. Do you know who you're living together with?" The Yokai whispered at you as they crouched down in front of you, "The Mysterious, yet Strongest Sorcerer. And The last Akuma blood line, now turned into the strongest Demon." They explained as they stared at you no emotions. Eyes empty, void of life.

"And Seeing you living with those two so casually, when you're just a mere human? Do you know how many Yokais out there want to be friended those two?" You shook your head as you stared back into the Yokai's dead eyes, "There are thousands, yet here you are. A mere human manage to catch their attention and live together with them even." The Yokai grabbed your face so aggressively that you let out a whine from it, "L-Let go!" You struggled as you tried to push their hands away, only for them to tighten their grip.

"Know your place Hum-"

"Hands off."

A familiar low voice rings through your ear, your eyes widen up at the voice, "V-Vox!" He let out a chuckle as he heard you calling his name. "I'm sorry little human, It took us this long to find you.." he apologized as he walk up to the Yokai and You, his golden eyes glows as he approached you.

The Yokai who was so confident now shaking in fear, facing Vox Shaking as he kneeled down to the floor, their forehead are on the floor. You look down at the Yokai in front of you, then up at Vox. His eyes staring down at the Yokai before him, and then you felt something tugging at your arm behind you.

It was the Shikigamis, it took a bit while before they manage to release you free. "Go out little human, Shu is outside waiting for you" The Demon said and glances at you, a smile slowly appeared, "Don't look back and just keep walking." He said as he saw you slowly standing up, slowly walking pass him.

Oh how shocked you were when you saw the footstep coming from the door leaded to Vox's, and the moment you stepped out, you saw Shu burning the last dead body. His face looked so gloomy. But it soon disappeared and his violet eyes glows slightly when he sees you, "You're okay-!" He said as you both walk up to each other.

The Sorcerer reach out his hand to your cheek, gently rubbing his gloved thumb along your cheek, his eyes soften up, "I'm sorry it took us a whole week for us to find you.." he whispered. He sounded so regretful, disappointed.

"I'm glad we manage to find you, seeing you still in one piece. If not.." Shu stopped he then pulled his hand away, leaving you hanging, "Oh look at you two, being all sweet and stuff without me" Vox said as he swing his katana to the side with a bit of force to let the blood off from his katana.

Vox sheathed his katana as he walk up to you and Shu, Vox's hand soon reach out to you placing his hand at the left side of your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. "I'm glad you're okay." He sounded so soft, you blinked slowly as you look up at him. And then Vox pulled his hand away, smiling towards you "Let's go home now shall we?"

. . .

"I believe we need to do something about you.." Shu said as he frowned a bit, thinking of something.

You, Vox and Shu are in Shu's room, thinking of a way about how to prevent the uneventful things to happen in the future. "Well, There is, a way.." Shu whispered, bit his voice are a bit hesitant. "And that is?" You asked him, but the way Shu glances at Vox, making Vox frowned too.

"Are you sure it's the only way?" Vox asked, knowing what Shu meant, "Do you have any other ways?" Shu asked, they both continue discussing leaving you completely clueless at the discussion.

After awhile, both of them then looked at you, "Let us hold your hands" Shu requested as both him and Vox extended their hands to you. You tilt your head a bit confused, but you reached out both of your hands anyway.

The both of them held your hand gently, and the moment they leaned their faces close to your palms your eyes widen up. The next second you felt both of their lips on your palms, your body shivered a bit at the sensation.

After a few seconds, they both leaned away and gently rub their thumbs along your palms. They then released your hand, you look down to see what did they do.

There was nothing at first, but then slowly red markings started to appeared on your palms. You look back up at them, "Personal marking of protection for our Little human" Vox replied as he smiled at you, then the smile slowly turn into a smirk. "Or you could say that it is a marking of ownership-" he teased making your face went hot, The Demon let out a chuckle when he sees your reaction.

"But it is something to let other Yokais know, you belong to someone.. or certain, .. people" Shu said, whispering the last part as he closed his eyes, clearing out his throat before letting outa soft chuckle.

You look down on your palms once more, oh, now where did you see that mark again?

You frowned for a bit, slightly tilting your head. But then it clicked, you shot your head up and see the same exact mark on Shu and Vox's foreheads. "..no wonder it looks familiar" you said as you then look back down at your palms.

"Don't worry, little human. You're now safe. We will not let anything. Bad happened to you." ...

Ever since they put the marks on your palms, no Yokais dared to approach you, whenever they see you they'll back away from you, with a bit of intimidated look on their faces.

. . .

That was 5 years ago, your encounter with the two men have changed your life entirely, they're now your lovers. You've decided to gave up your life as a Shikigami, now living an eternal life. Together with the two.

Waking up from the sound of birds chirping at the window, you slowly opened your eyes, you tilt your head down slightly to see a glimpse of a familiar raven haired male snuggled to your chest. A soft breathing behind you, you then look over your shoulder to see Vox's face. Sleeping peacefully behind you as he draped over his arms over your waist and Shu's arms.

Oh right, last night these two were drinking.

"Shu.. Vox.. wake up.." you gently pat Shu's head and then Vox's, making the two shifted in their sleep a bit before slowly opening their eyes. Shu slightly looking up at you, kissing your collarbone, humming in Satisfaction, "Good morning.." he whispered.

Vox at the other hand started kissing your shoulders, "..Morning to both of you.." he greeted you and Shu, "Is your head okay?" You asked them both, Shu went quiet, "..It is hurting quite bad" Vox replied as he snuggled his face at your shoulder. "Indulge me will you, hm?" He said as his hands started roaming on your body under the futon. "..I could just make this headache gone, but I don't think my mind will let me register the magic" Shu said and let out a chuckle.

"Come on, let's get up, I'll cook up some soup for you two" You said as you tried to get up from the futon, only for you to be pulled back down again, Vox who was laying on the futon now are on his sides, resting his head on his palms, while Shu at the other hand are snuggling into you from the side. "..Is this how we're going to start our day?"

"Hahah, come on now, it's still early anyway.. you can cook us the soup later, love"

"Yeah.. my head is throbbing, let me at least hug you a bit longer"

Both of them didn't let you go, you're stuck in between them, you could only sigh lovingly as you rise both of your hands and gently pat their faces. "Fine, just a bit longer okay?"

"Thank you my dear, Love you"

".. Mm, Love you.."

You're so glad that you can spend the rest of your life with them, you let out a small chuckle, "Love you too"

A/n !

There ! That is all for The Sorcerer or The Demon fic ! I hope you enjoyed this, fufu~

Also I'm sorry, this have been sitting in my drafts ever since i uploaded the second part.. so I still have that, color exaggeration.. I'm sorry

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