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witchakyeon · 2 years

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Vixx Masterpost

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❧ Adore you | Multi | Ongoing

tags: polyamory, complicated relationships

Jaehwan had always been a bit theatrical. It was the Aries fire in him that craved first place in everything, to consume and be consumed at the same moment, to act first and think later. It was the fire in his eyes that kept him in trouble. The one where Jaehwan kind of fucks everything up and has to learn how to be honest with the people he loves.

❧ Bloom | Multi | Ongoing

tags: safe sane and consensual, mutual pining

The unknown excites him, even now. Hongbin has never been in a relationship. There was never enough time and he hated the idea, but he finally feels ready to grow and explore alongside someone. He convinces himself that he only has to find his partner and everything else will work out. Love is a little more complicated than that.

❧ Celestial | Hyuken | Complete

tags: rough sex, asphyxiation

Celestial (Latin): a divine or mythical being. Jaehwan had encountered thousands of creatures—angels, demons and more—during his existence, and not a single one could compare to Sanghyuk. He was so breathtaking, so entrancing without even trying that it made his heart hurt sometimes, even though they belonged to each other. Sanghyuk was mortal, but he put the moon itself to shame.

❧ Delicate | Chasangbin | Complete

tags: fluff and humor, open relationships

They could get used to this. Sanghyuk invites Hongbin to dinner at Hakyeon's apartment. The night takes an unexpected turn.

❧ Jamais Vu/Luna | Wontaek | Complete

tags: worldbuilding, human/monster romance

Taekwoon has been here before. Once upon a time, Taekwoon believed he and Wonshik were the only creature and human in a relationship. Hakyeon and Hongbin prove him wrong tenfold, and the weight of his past and reality begin to catch up with him.

❧ Makeup Drawer | Chaken | Inactive

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, secret crush

Hakyeon wondered if Jaehwan would hate him for it, for wanting to kiss him until their lips were bruised, for being unable to control himself as if he were a teenager, for having urges towards him in the first place. They were so close and yet... Hakyeon has a crush on Jaehwan. He doesn't know how to tell him because he's a little busy attempting to deny it.

❧ Moonlight Sunrise | Chabin | Complete

tags: succubi & incubi, developing relationship

Hongbin held his breath as the demon approached him, and his heart danced wildly behind his ribcage as the distance between them disappeared. His lover grabbed his waist, pulled him close, and bent down slightly to press their lips together, and Hongbin felt himself explode into a million little pieces of stardust. This was what he wanted. This was what he had been waiting all day for: an opportunity to get close to him, to stare into his moonlit eyes, to feel the rush of desire that frequently accompanied his touch, to kiss him back harder, harder, harder until he understood how much he wanted him, how much he would always want him, no matter what.

❧ Naked | Leohyuk | Complete

tags: emotional porn, established relationship

"You don’t need to apologize for your body. Anyone who cares for you will love and respect however it looks and feels." Taekwoon and Sanghyuk finally get the time alone they deserve.

❧ New Year's Day | Chasangbin | Complete

tags: holidays, fluff and smut

Hongbin feels like they have found a family where they belong, and they couldn’t be happier. The one where the holidays are better than everyone expected.

❧ Nocturne | Chabin | Complete

tags: demon & human interactions, monster fucker lee hongbin

Nocturne (Latin): a person, concept, or artwork that embodies the energy of the night, shadows, and dreams.

Hongbin didn’t know or care how many other creatures Hakyeon had brought home—he just wanted to be the one that he remembered.

❧ Strawberry | Hyuken | Complete

tags: summer romance, semi-public sex

There was one thing Jaehwan loved more than strawberries, and that was Sanghyuk. Jaehwan plans a sweet surprise for his boyfriend.

❧ Stardust | Kenbin| Ongoing

tags: fae & fairies, soulmates

"None of this is a coincidence. Since the creation of the universe, this was our destiny." Hongbin makes a wish that changes his world forever.

❧ the place i've been searching for is you | Hyuk-centric | Ongoing

tags: inspired by shangri-la (vixx), promiscuity

"the empty space inside me fills the color of you is faint and dazzling beautiful, warm, mysterious" Sanghyuk x everyone because it's what the doctor ordered!

❧ Ultraviolet | Chabin | Complete

tags: creature vixx, shameless smut

“Must have just been my imagination...” Hongbin speaks to the second full moon of the month. “My my my, little kitten, what a wild imagination you have,” Hakyeon whispers in the dark. Hakyeon interrupts Hongbin's study session in favor of a more hands-on activity.

Collections + Series

❧ Midnight (2023+2024 Prompt Collection) | Multi | Ongoing

(Yet another) strange and lovely collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

❧ Prequel | Chabin, Wontaek | Ongoing

A mini creature series leading up to my largest concept ever

❧ after all the tears, you're all i need | Chabin | Ongoing

Hongbin is a mortal, and Hakyeon is a succubus. These are the tales of how their fates intertwine

❧ Vixxtober 2022 | Multi | Complete

A Vixx version of Kinktober

❧ 2022 Prompt Collection | Multi | Complete

(Another) strange and lovely collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

❧ 2021 Prompt Collection | Multi | Complete

A collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

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kpopnlockit · 2 years

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Royal Counsel (Part 16)

Part 15: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/687984614623592448/royal-counsel-chapter-15

Part 17: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/705375614759256064/royal-counsel-part-17

The day of reckoning came sooner than expected. The palace was buzzing with activity. Even Minah could not contain herself. She and one of the Princess’ lady’s maids had come to your room shortly after the sun had risen bearing hot water for washing. You were promptly plucked from your bed and dropped into a beauty routine that could have only ascended from the depths of hell. You asked for breakfast at some point and were allowed a cup of tea and a single biscuit. Anything more and there would be fear of your corset not being able to be tightened to the risk of breaking a rib. As such, your stomach grumbled loudly as your hair was lathered with something oily and floral smelling.

It was a trying time, but you made it out alive. You did not immediately don the gown. Firstly, you did not want to damage the dress in the hours still left until the ceremony. Secondly, no one was to see the frock until right before you were presented to King Ravi. With so many people everywhere, the chance of someone accidentally catching a glimpse was too high. Instead, you wore a simple day gown. It was Vixx purple and fashioned in the popular style of a fitted bodice with loose sleeves and skirts. The plan was to allow the corset to squeeze your internal organs until they were pushed up into your ribcage and periodically tighten it further throughout the day, leaving you with a waist a fraction of the normal size.

There was no day that you cursed women’s fashion more. Where were the eras where a well-fed lady was prized? It did not matter too much though. Once you caught sight of the numerous guests milling about in their finery, you lost your appetite. People were everywhere and the usual quiet of the mansion could not be found at all, not even in your chambers. Voices could be heard in the hallways and through the glass of the windows.

Entertainment had also been set up for the guests. Horses had been borrowed from local merchants and lesser nobles for carriage and saddle rides. A field about two kilometers away had been fitted with archery targets and the throne room had been converted into a theater with puppet shows and a theater troupe performing short plays. The music and art room had been stocked with an abundance of supplies. Food and drink could be found all over on small tables around almost every corner. A luncheon would be held in the garden just after midday for anyone that wanted a larger meal and to socialize. You would not be in attendance and nor would King Ravi. It would show that you were occupied with more pressing matters. As to what those were, the guests could imagine and theorize to their heart's content. The Princess would be there to extend noble politeness and pomp.

You did not mind missing out. You knew that you would not get a reprieve from people later on in the day. You would have to enjoy your solitude while it lasted. No doubt everyone and anyone would be seeking to introduce themselves and get in the good graces of Vixx’s future queen. You could already hear the false flattery ringing in your ears. You would have to smile and nod and bite your tongue. There was also the high likelihood that there would be plenty of women coveting your position and thinking that they still had a chance at stealing it from you. Little did they know that they had no chance at all. At least, that would be the case if King Ravi had anything to do with it.

In the meantime, you tried to make up for the lost time and crawled back into bed. The maids had gone to prepare something or another, so you had some time to truly be alone with your thoughts. You quickly discovered that laying down made it harder to breathe. How women wore waist cinchers daily was beyond your understanding. You did your best to get some rest. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about what was to come.

You had resolved yourself to becoming Vixx’s Queen but it was one thing to say it and another to feel yourself getting closer to that goal step by step. You still had a lot to learn about the country and you could not say that you had the people’s best interest at heart. However, you could. You could learn and grow to love the citizens. You could earn your place at the top. You could deserve it. You could make the most of this life you had been given. You could make decisions and enact real change. You would not have to claw your way into being heard. You would not have to worry about being condescended to because you were a woman.

King Leeteuk’s lifeless eyes flashed through your mind. It had not been an opportunity of chance. If your homeland was going to be wiped off the map, you supposed there were worse fates to have succumbed to. The coast you had grown up on was left untouched. Most of Suju was. Only the capitol had been razed. You were grateful for that. Your parents were probably okay but you had not checked. They could be used as leverage. You did not want to put them at risk and you absolutely did not want anyone to use them as a way to threaten you.

However, you could have really used your mother at a time like this. You could imagine her with a hibiscus tucker behind her ear, the picture of soft feminine grace. You had never been like her though. Your father tried his best to make you into her likeness, but he could never get it quite right. She did not push you like your father did. When you came home with bruised knees and hid candles so you could read the thick ancient tomes that the bookseller at the market could not get rid of so you just gave them to you for free, she pretended not to notice. When your father pressured you to wear skirts and learn to cook, she looked the other way and let you sleep late when you had stayed up reading. She would sew up hand-me-down dresses into shorts so you could rough and tumble as much as you desired.

You imagined your parents never expected you to actually get married. You, yourself, had never thought it possible. Your intent was to work until a ripe old age and then live the last of your days back on the coast you were raised on. The sea breeze and slow lifestyle would send you to the afterlife peacefully. Now, that had become a distant dream. You would not have your father walk you down the aisle. There would be no mother of the bride to fuss over inconsequential details. You were starkly aware of just how alone you were.

Your father had wanted you to make a good housewife. Not even matrimony could work miracles such as that. This union would not be easy as long as you made fresh meals and maintained a clean home. No, this marriage would be forged in and maintained by blood. There would be international conflicts to incite and then resolve. There would be many sleepless nights and difficult mornings. There would likely be attempts on your life. Nothing would be easy. However, that was something you had grown accustomed to. You would simply need to adapt to it as you always did. You would thrive in the face of adversity and smile while doing it. You exhaled loudly. Your life would never be easy.

You must have dozed off at some point because the next thing you knew, Minah was waking you. Several ladies were hovering near the bed, awaiting you. They appeared like an army in their lavender livery. It was time for the true grooming to begin. Your hair was combed over and over again until it fell in a smooth glossy sheet down your back. From there, it was twisted and knotted into a thick pile on the top of your head. Pins bejeweled with rubies and scarlet ribbons were weaved into the tangle and you wondered how many people it would take to remove them all. Pastes and powders were mixed and dabbed and brushed across your face artfully. You could tell that the women working on you were skilled as they only required a single stroke to lay down the cosmetics to their satisfaction. You assumed that a child’s doll felt something like you did just then.

After about two hours, your army of maidens allowed you to stand and observe their work in the mirror. Your legs and back were stiff from sitting as still as possible, so you appeared like a drunkard meandering towards the corner of the room. When you finally got there, you did not recognize yourself in the looking glass. The girl staring back at you was pretty, a word never used to describe you. Your eyelashes and eyebrows were darkened and your lips and cheeks were reddened. Garnets as large as robin eggs hung from your throat and ears. You looked like a woman, something you were very unfamiliar with.

“It is time for the dress,” Minah announced.

You looked back at her and saw that she was pushing a dress form across the rug. On it was the completed gown. Though you had tried on the mock dress and the actual garment when it was only half done, the sight of it had you awestruck. It was a simple design with a bolt of white fabric flowing each shoulder and the crimson waist sash securing the whole thing. The shoulder panels were connected to your gold necklace, gravity doing the work of holding them to your body. It looked like a costume from ancient times and was quite the statement. The colors said enough on their own, but the style told the world that despite Vixx being a young country, they were to be seen as one of the greats.

Regardless of the message though, you had to admit it suited you. It only took Minah to help you get it on. It was very comfortable and lighter than you imagined an engagement gown to be. The neckline and back were daring, which you minded a bit but it was too late to do anything about it now. You would have to put on your bravest face and pretend to have the confidence befitting a queen-consort. You sighed quietly to yourself as you slid on your silk slippers. The soles of the shoes were thin pieces of leather and you suspected that was intentional to deter you from trying to run.

“You are beautiful,” Minah breathed, taking in the whole image of her handiwork.

You could not help the flush that darkened your cheeks even further. You supposed that you would have to grow accustomed to compliments about your appearance. “Thank you,” you replied.

Minah beamed, happy that you accepted the appreciation instead of fighting her on it as usual. “Are you ready?” she asked.

You were not. You were not sure you would ever be. Yet, you heard yourself say, “Yes.”

Ready or not, here you came.

#vixx #vixx ravi #ravi fanfic #ravi scenario #vixx scenarios #vixx fanfic #kim wonshik #wonshik #vixx wonshik

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kandramuro · 2 years

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Ravi of Vixx and CEO of GROOVL1N as a 20cm doll! He’s dressed in his featured outfit from his music video “Leaf”.

Left over dolls from initial pre-order are being sold at a discount price! He will ship individually wrapped and with a handmade passport to certify his quantity out of 100 made!

Link in bio!!

Find me on insta and Twitter, same username!!!

#groovl1n #Ravi #Vixx #kim wonshik #vixx wonshik #vixx ravi #20cmdoll #forsale

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granddreamer · 2 years

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#vixx #kpop #vixx hyuk #vixx taekwoon #vixx wonshik #vixx ken #ravi #Spotify #n #leo #ken #hyuk

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fairytalespond · 8 months

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#vixx #vixxedit #vixx lr #vixxlredit #jung taekwoon #kim wonshik #leo #ravi #kpopedit #my stuff

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malegroupsnet · 2 months

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ravi ✧ scentist ✧ 180420 music bank for @sadfragilegirl

#kpopccc #kpopedit #boyidoledit #dailybg #mgroupsedit #kpopdols #usermau #vixxnetwork #vixx #kim wonshik #ravi #gif #by mgn #by ella #request

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leerang · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 10th anniversary, VIXX and Starlight! 🥳🎂

#vixxedit #vixx #vixx 10th anniversary #hakyeon #taekwoon #leo #jaehwan #ken #wonshik #ravi #hyuk #mine #there's still so chaotic ;; i wub them

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ahyukaday · 8 months

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#160823 #vixx #hyuk #han sanghyuk #sanghyuk #cha hakyeon #hakyeon #n #ken #lee jaehwan #jaehwan #leo #jung taekwoon #taekwoon #ravi #kim wonshik #wonshik

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sadfragilegirl · 3 months

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Whether you're admiring of his beautiful tattoos etched all over his body or feeling crazy of the way he sprays water on himself, you will always feel flustered, having butterflies in your stomach and your heart beating faster everytime you look at shirtless RAVI/Kim Wonshik. 🔥🥵😍🔥

Also, it made you feeling aroused and horny everytime you look at him and his shirtless look. (Especially when he dreched himself with water (and sweat) all over his body.) 🔥🥵😍🔥

(I am trying to write my VIXX Ravi smut, so...please look forward to it and it will be my first ever attempt to write a Kpop smut. It will be posted on AO3. No date announcements yet unlike the Ravi 100% fluff scenario, which it will be posted this February 15.)

#kpop smut #vixx #ravi #kim wonshik #wonshik #kim wonsik #vixx smut #ravi smut #kim wonshik smut #wonshik smut #wonsik smut #kim wonsik smut #vixx scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop drabbles #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #khh #korean hip hop

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bemybaebaebae · 16 days

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Ravi

#vixx ravi #kim wonshik #Kim wonsik

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muselin · 1 year

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I am so emotional, it's so incredible to see them on stage together again! The concert they had was a success and seeing them with Starlights again on a music show in 2023 is so sweet. BUT THIS STAGE OMFGGGG, it's fantastic! Tremendous! The reworked vocals, the stage presence, everything!!! When Voodoo Doll started I screamed right with the crowd!! VIXX never gets old and I hope they are truly back and here to stay

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#vixx #vixx leo #vixx ken #vixx hyuk #vixx ravi #vixx n #vixx taekwoon #vixx jaehwan #vixx hakyeon #vixx wonshik #vixx sanghyuk #vixx starlight #Youtube

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klmwonsik · 1 year

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[1993.02.15] HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM WONSIK!

#vixxedit #malegroupsnet #boydolnet #dailybg #idolsincedits #secondgenidol #vixxnetwork #vixx #ravi #kim wonshik #kim wonsik #wonsik #gifs #gif.ravi #gif:vixx #idk how many notes this will get but I love him and I feel bad if I don't do anything

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kpopnlockit · 2 years

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Royal Counsel (Chapter 15)

Today is very sad day in the history of the U.S. While I have very strong emotions about what was decided today, I do not want to stew with negativity. I hope some of my writing may be able to cheer someone up.

Part 14: Cake and Didlo : Royal Counsel (Part 14) (tumblr.com)

Part 16:

It was the day of your weekly dinner with King Ravi. The previous evening you had taken your supper in your room and had gone right back to sleep. You had met with Leo at noon and worked with him on more celebration planning. Though, this time you were aware of how much you were handling and limited your responsibilities, leaving Leo with the bulk of management. You did not feel guilty however, as there were not too many items left to decide upon. There were some minor things left of course, but they were of little consequence, such as the types of cherry juices to serve between the rounds of wine and champagne and the scents of incense for the hallways and powder room. You tried not to invest too much energy in pestering him with questions like you usually did.

By evening, you were not nearly as ragged as you had been the day prior. Minah twisted your hair into a plait that fell over your shoulder and weaved jeweled pins at your temples. You selected an emerald green gown made of satin for the meal. The dress was more casual than Minah would have liked, as it did not have a fitted bodice or lacey details that were in fashion. Instead, a simple ribbon cinched in the waist and everywhere else the fabric hung loosely. The neckline dipped low enough to be considered scandalous but the long sleeves and floor-length balanced it out. It was not a far cry from a dressing robe but you did not care. You wanted to be comfortable and it was always dimly lit in King Ravi’s chambers, so it did not matter much.

N no longer escorted you. You knew the way and he had more pressing matters to attend to. Alone, you made your way down the halls and stopped to knock at the beautiful door. Just a moment later, King Ravi greeted you. It bewildered you that an attendant did not answer as usual, but you kept your expression neutral. Instead of immediately welcoming you in, he paused and stared for a long moment. A feeling of self-consciousness came over you and you resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest to shield yourself from scrutiny. You could not tell why he was looking at you so intently. Perhaps Minah had been right and the dress was too informal and he thought it inappropriate.

He cleared his throat and finally ushered you in. You missed the tinge of red staining the tops of his ears. You were surprised to find the table already set with wine and small plates of fruit. There were no servants to be found as you glanced around. The whole situation was odd. He came behind you and pulled your chair out for you. You took a seat and he pushed you in before taking his place opposite you.

“Are we alone?” you asked tentatively.

“Yes, for a few minutes. I asked for some privacy before the main course was served,” he responded and reached for his glass.

If you had not known better, you would have said that he looked nervous as he settled his eyes on anywhere else but on you. “I assume you have something to tell me?” you asked curiously.

“Yes, well, I wanted to discuss the engagement.” He washed a large gulp of wine down with a handful of berries.

You stiffened and eyed your cup, feeling that you may need it for the conversation. Knowing that your tolerance was still weak, you opted to pick at strawberries and grapes first. You waited for him to continue.

King Ravi hesitated, thinking before speaking. The expected air of confidence was replaced with awkwardness and that made you concerned.

“During the festivities, physical contact will be expected,” he began.

Yours eyes flicked to his. That much was to be assumed. Hand-holding, embraces, and possibly a kiss here or there would likely be needed to fool other nations into believing that the impending union was solid and unshakable. Any inkling of doubt in the nature of your relationship would prove to be an opportunity for those seeking power to wedge their way in.

You had not given it much thought, but King Ravi had never touched you other than on that evening in Exo. He had wiped away your tears and held your arms. There had been a warm sentiment behind the gesture but it was nothing more than a friend would do for another. The engagement would require more. You had no issue with that though. However, he appeared to be embarrassed by even discussing it. You did not know if you should be pleased or annoyed. “Is there a problem with that?” you questioned.

“No,” he replied too quickly, the worry that he offended you clear in his expression.

“Are you concerned about it?” you inquired lightly and popped a blueberry into your mouth. You were restraining yourself from outright teasing him.

“Slightly,” he admitted and took another gulp of wine.

“I am not,” you proclaimed mildly and also had a sip of your drink. You glanced at him over the rim of the glass.

It was evident that you were unbothered much to King Ravi’s chagrin.

“I fear I do not share your certainty,” he sighed.

“Am I so difficult that you cannot even pretend to like me?” You tried to keep the jeering lilt from your tone. You knew you were treading treacherously but you could not refrain.

At that, King Ravi’s eyes widened to the point of comedy. It was soon replaced by a look of leashed anger and you saw that you had gone too far. You were not sure what about the comment inspired such ire but his mouth set into a hard line and you hurriedly intercepted.

“If that is not the case, then it should not be an insurmountable feat.” Your words were sharper than intended, making you look like you were irritated by the insinuation, but it did what was intended. The rage faded from his face.

“Indeed,” he agreed quietly.

“How are your acting skills?” you queried, all thought of jokes long gone.

“Fine, I suppose.”

“You shall be expected to take the lead. However, I fancy myself good at theater. I shall play along nicely.”

“Is that so?” he remarked with a smirk.

“Indeed,” you echoed. “I am not afraid of the casual touches of a respectable fiance,” you added, leaving no room for interpretation.

“You truly wish to become queen?”

“I do. Though, I cannot lie and say I do not hesitate at times.”

“Are you ready?”

“That does not matter. Ready or not, the time has come.”

“Indeed.”

Just as he spoke, a knock sounded at the door. “Enter,” King Ravi called.

A butler entered carrying a tray. The conversation died as the man pushed aside the fruit and put down a main course of butter-roasted white fish topped with a herbaceous green sauce. The smell made your mouth water and you realized how hungry you were. The man bowed and left swiftly.

As customary, you waited for the King to begin before you even touched your silverware. When he made no move to do so, you let a small sigh escape. King Ravi followed your line of sight to your plate. He quickly ate a forkful of his entree. The move was obviously for your sake and you were grateful. You did not hesitate to eat.

The conversation did not stray back to the topic of your relationship with King Ravi. Instead, he reviewed the various statuses of negotiations with different countries. Relations with Exo and Shinee were great as always, but a new trade route was in process with G-Idle and discussions for a scientific research partnership was being forged with Mamamoo. The fact that he trusted you with such information did not go unnoticed. You appreciated it and knew it would help you both put on a united front.

King Ravi went on to describe what different members of the delegation parties looked like and what their personalities were like. Being able to recognize them and address them properly would go a long way on establishing your place as a functional queen-consort. Some of them you already knew from your past life and that fed your confidence. It was nice to think that there would be familiar faces in the crowd. However, this time you would not be seeking to plead them for asylum.

Though you would not relish the attention, being surrounded by and mingling with foreign dignitaries was something you were accustomed to. Being able to remotely act as an advisor pleased you. You would have to be more feminine and polite than previously, but you did not mind as much as you had once thought you would. There was no lack of understanding of what your position would be. You would need to be the picture of beauty and grace and also a cutthroat ruthless leader.

When the time came, you knew King Ravi would stand strong and swallow his nerves. He would have to. It was his idea after all.

#vixx #vixx ravi #vixx wonshik #kim wonshik #vixx scenarios #vixx fanfic #ravi

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star-my · 5 months

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Birthday Girl

Pairing: F!Reader x Kim Wonshik (Ravi from Vixx)

WC: 0.6k

Rating: M

Genre: Fluff + Smut

@sadfragilegirl requested a Ravi x Reader oneshot. I hope you like it! This was difficult to write and thus it is shorter than I wanted, since I am new to VIXX and this was my first attempt at writing 'x Reader'. I hope I did okay:) Enjoy! <3

You opened your eyes to the welcome sight of your boyfriend bringing you breakfast in bed.

“Good morning, Jagiya!”

Twisting in the sheets, you greeted him with a smile. “Good morning!”

“Happy birthday,” your boyfriend placed a sweet kiss on your forehead as he fluffed up your pillows.

He lay beside you while you ate, telling you about his plans for your special day. He had the whole day off and was focused on making it memorable for you.

Once you were dressed and ready for the day, the two of you headed out of your apartment to begin your adventure.

You began with a visit to your favourite coffee shop, your boyfriend ordering his usual iced coffee and you went for your favourite iced mocha.

Coffees in hand, you linked your fingers together with your boyfriend and swung them happily as you walked down the street together.

Window shopping was something you liked to do as you strolled the avenues in your city’s downtown area, and anything you did was automatically better when your loved ones joined you.

“Ravi-ah, look at that!” You pointed to a pretty dress in the window of one of your favourite shops.

The morning was spent window shopping and just enjoying one another’s company. The sun was warm but not hot, you were with the love of your life, and you had iced coffee. It was shaping up to be a perfect day.

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As soon as you returned from your picnic dinner, Ravi kissed you passionately, backing you up until your back met the wall.

You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and running your fingers through his hair.

He hooked his hands under your thighs and carried you to your bedroom, kissing your neck until you shivered with pleasure.

You pulled his shirt over his head, tracing your fingers over his tattoos until he returned the favour and pulled your shirt over your head. He groaned appreciatively at the sight of your lacey new bra and ran his tongue over your nipples through the fabric, perking them up.

“Wonshik, I need more,” you groaned, unbuttoning both pairs of pants.

He pulled your pants and underwear off with a wink, kissing his way up your thighs to your centre.

Little sparks of pleasure spread though your body as he applied his talented rapping tongue to your clit, dexterously working you up to orgasm. The sight of him between your legs, skin glowing in the soft light of your room, his tattoos rippling over his skin as he moved sent you over the edge, crying out his name.

“I love you,” he pecked your forehead.

“I love you too, Wonshik.” You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed in, enjoying the feel of being so intimate with your lover.

You licked your way down his neck and jaw, his familiar scent filling your senses as he began a slow, sensual rhythm.

“You’re so beautiful.” he told you.

“So are you,” you returned, smiling up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He brushed a strand of hair from your face, speeding up his thrusts a little as you commanded.

His hand came up to circle your nipples as he licked and nipped a line down your neck, biting softly at your ear.

The tightening in your core continued. “Ravi, I’m close.”

His finger trailed down your torso to rub at your clit, knowing just how to help you climax.

“Wonshik!” Your orgasm triggered his and you lay there, panting and happy.

“Happy birthday, Y/N-ah,” he kissed you softly, wrapping you in his big arms, safe and loved.

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