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[yostresswritinggirl]

hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so

what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that

it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌

What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-

Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!

For the Record

Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)

You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.

Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.

Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.

So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.

Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.

You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.

"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.

Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?

You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"

His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."

Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.

You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.

Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.

Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.

"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."

"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."

Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.

"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."

If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"

The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"

The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.

He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.

The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.

He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.

"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."

That last part eheh

Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh

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[cherryeol04]

The Perfect Gift (M)

Genre: smut, romance, mpreg Pairing: Zelo x Ren Word Count: 3K Summary: After finding his master and living a happy life, Ren and Zelo were granted the perfect gift for their new life together.

Ren grinned as he was lifted off the couch and carried up the stairs. “Where are we going?” He asked, legs wrapping around Junhong’s waist.

“To the bedroom.” Junhong smirked. “I'm in a mounting mood.” He cooed and winked at him. Pushing open the door to his room, Junhong laid the kitten down on the bed and climbed over him. “And tonight you're all mine.” He cooed softly as he dipped and kisses Ren’s lips deeply.  Ren returned the kiss and moaned out as he slipped his arms around Junhong’s neck.

“Master~” he whispered against the other’s lips, his body moving and pressing up against the wolf’s body. Their hips connected and rocked together, their growing erections rubbing together, pulling moans from their lips. Ren pulled back from the kiss and bit his lip, his blackish blonde ears pressing back against his head. “Please mount me.” he begged softly. Junhong smirked and reached down and grabbed Ren’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

“Don’t worry baby. I will.” he said. Leaning back down, he took a dusky nipple between his lips and licked over, a smirk playing on his lips as Ren gasped and arched into his touch. Fingers tangled into his hair and he bit down on it lightly.

“Master!” Ren cried out, back arching as his head fell to the side. “Oh my god.” he panted and groaned, hips rolling, seeking friction from the other. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.” he muttered. Humming, Junhong switched to the other nipple and sucked on it harshly, biting and licking at the nub, pulling more cries of pleasure from the other. Pulling back, he licked his lips and let his eyes roam over the kitten’s body before he was working open the other’s pants quickly and pulling them down and off along with his underwear.

“You’re so hard baby.” Junhong cooed and smirked, licking his lips. His hand wrapped around the straining cock, a chuckle leaving him as Ren moaned and bucked into the hand.

“Oh god master!” he moaned and wiggled on the bed. “Always hard for you. You make me feel really good.” he panted. His hands moved and gripped at the sheets as Junhong pumped his cock quickly. His cock gave a few hard twitches as it grew harder. “Please.” he whispered, his legs spreading wide, exposing his pink twitching hole. “I need you.”

Junhong groaned softly and released the other’s cock. Sitting up fully, he stripped out of his clothes quickly, eager to get between the other’s legs and to bury his cock deep inside the kitten he had come to love. Ren sat up slightly on the bed and watched him, his eyes glued to the hard, thick cock exposed.

“So delicious master.” he whispered.

“And ready for your tight little ass.” Junhong smirked as he moved between the parted legs. He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head teasingly against Ren’s ass, smirking at how the other seemed to get wet need. “Such a little submissive slut. You’re just begging for my cock aren’t you?” he cooed out. Ren nodded his head quickly, soft moans leaving him as he pressed his hips down on the cock, wanting to feel it pushed into him.

With a quick thrust, Junhong pushed all the way in and leaned down, kissing Ren deeply, muffling his cry of pleasure. Their lips parted and tongue tangled together as Junhong started a quick and harsh pace, thrusting his cock deep inside the other. Sliding his tongue against Ren’s, Junhong reached down and gripped his thighs, lifting the other’s thighs and getting better leverage, pushing in deeper, his cock pressing deeper inside the other.

Breaking the kiss, Ren cried out and bucked down. “Oh my god!” he shouted. “Master right there! Please, give me more!” he begged. Junhong gave a growl and leaned in and bit at Ren’s neck, pulling another cry from the other as he thrust harder, aiming for the other’s prostate with hard thrusts. Whimpering softly, Ren wrapped his arms around Junhong’s neck, nails raking down the other’s back as he clawed from the pleasure. He could feel something pressing against his hole, stretching it slightly more with each thrust.

“Gonna...fucking breed you.” Junhong breathed out against Ren’s ear, making the kitten shiver in pleasure.

“Yes...please. Breed me, Junhong.”  Ren gasped out. His body bent and molded against Junhong’s as the pleasure mounted inside his body. His hole was stretched wider and Ren whimpered. “It’s...big.” he managed out.

“That it is.” Junhong panted, hand reaching down to wrap around Ren’s cock, stroking it quickly. “It’s gonna fill you up so well. And I want you to cum for me.” he hissed out, his thumb swiping against the sensitive head, the cock twitching heavily.

“Yes~! I’m going to cum! Master!” Ren cried out, a loud shout of pleasure leaving him as Junhong gave a hard thrust, his knot pushing forward into his hole. Ren jerked as he started cumming hard into his hand. Junhong grunted in pleasure and panted as he stilled. His knot pulsed and his cock twitched as he emptied himself inside the withering kitten.

“Minki~” he groaned out, his lips finding the other’s as he kissed him deeply. Ren kissed back happily, his body relaxing under Junhong’s as he held him close, their lips moving slowly over each other. Pulling back slowly, Junhong stared into Ren’s eyes and he smiled softly. “You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.

Ren flushed slightly and leaned in, kissing his lips once more. “I love you too.” he whispered and yawned slightly. “Mmm that was really amazing.”

“That it was.” Junhong chuckled. He shifted them carefully, his cock still locked inside the kitten’s body. He grabbed their covers and pulled it over their bodies as they settled down. “Nap time.”

“Totally.” Ren chuckled and smiled as he snuggled against Junhong. “Mmm, sleep well master.”

“I will.” Junhong muttered and pressed a kiss to Ren’s head. “You too baby.”

“I always do when I sleep with you.” Ren whispered and nuzzled him gently. They stilled as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

~*~

Ren loved being bred. They had at least two more sessions before they finally took a break. Most Ren used that time to catch up with friends and do some exciting activities. But as the weeks wore on he noticed he was feeling sicker and strange. It wasn't anything too bad at first. A few false alarms of vomiting, a little bit of fatigue.

But the symptoms grew bigger and more frequent and after about a month of suffering through it all, Junhong and Ren finally found out the reason for these sudden changes.

“I'm fat!” Ren huffed as he poked his stomach, glaring at it. But it was fat that he was used to. He couldn't punch it and jiggle it. It was firm and well placed on his stomach. It was slight though, barely noticeable unless he was standing there shirtless. Though it was more visible from the side.

Junhong walked over and stared at the other for a moment before running his hand over the stomach gently. “I think you look fine.” He commented and smiled. “Though I never thought it would actually happen.”

“What? What happened?” Ren asked confused. “I never thought I would get fat either. I guess I'll just have to start exercising again to work it off.” He hummed in thought.

“No. Don't do that.” Junhong said sternly, staring into the kitten’s eyes through the mirror. “You'll hurt him. Or her.”

“Him or her?” Ren's brows furrowed together trying to make sense of what the other saying. “What?”

“Minki…” Junhong sighed softly. “I have been breeding you. Feeding you my cum. I didn't think it was possible but I guess it is. I knocked you up.” He said and stroked the other’s stomach gently.

“I-I'm pregnant?” Ren asked after a few moments of silence had passed. He stared at his belly as the symptoms started clicking suddenly and his eyes widened. “You…”

“Yeah. Apparently.” Junhong shrugged. “Didn't think it would. But hey! Now we know.” He said and cracked a small smile.

Turning in his heels, Ren threw his arms around Junhong’s neck and he kissed him happily. “Oh master! I love you!” He purred out happily, eyes dancing with happiness. “We'll keep it right?”

“Of course!” Junhong said quickly. “That's not something up for discussion. We keep the baby.” He nodded quickly. “And I promise to be the best master to you as possible.” He told the other, slipping his arms around the kitten's waist and hugging him close to his body.

“I love you, Minki.”

Ren let out a soft purr as he hugged back and nuzzled against Junhong’s neck lightly.

“I love you too, master. So much!”

~*~

Ren thought pregnancy was going to be great. His master loved him, they were expecting a child. Life couldn’t be better. That was until the weird cravings started. It started with just simple things he hadn’t eaten before. A different kind of ice cream, or different vegetables. And slowly it morphed into weird foods mixed together. And the cravings happened at all hours of the day, making it really hard for Junhong to concentrate on work.

Junhong wasn’t one to drop everything and tend to the need of his kitten. Not at all. He knew Ren was fully capable of taking care of himself and getting the things he needed. But it wasn’t just the food cravings Ren was going through that worried Junhong from time to time, it was the wild mood swings. The kitten already tended to have fluctuating moods, but ever since he got pregnant, his moods changed rapidly and it scared Junhong. Because one minute Ren could be nice and calm and the next he could out of control and angry.

And that sort of mood was not what Junhong wanted to see the other in when he was driving on the road. Not just for the safety of the other people, but for the safety of Ren as well as their baby. So Junhong did his best to keep things stocked in the house and if something wasn’t there, he would drop everything and go out and get it for Ren. And Ren would thank him for doing it each and every time.

Pregnancy wasn’t easy, not for any of them.

Rolling onto his side, Ren groaned and held his stomach, rubbing it lightly. It had grown bigger in the past few weeks. Bigger than he had ever thought it could grow and it amazed him to think inside was his baby. That each strange sensation he felt was the baby moving. It excited him, yet scared him. There were so many unknowns about this pregnancy. The biggest one concerning how he was going to deliver. He also wasn’t sure if everything he was going through was normal or not. He was a male kitten that was pregnant and as far as he knew, it was something most likely impossible. But here he was, carrying a little kitten inside him. Was the kitten developing alright? Was it healthy or was it sick? These questions worried Ren greatly.

“Minki.” the voice had Ren lifting his head and turning, looking back at Junhong as the other stood in the doorway. “Hey baby. How are you feeling?” he asked as he walked into the bedroom and over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he reached out and stroked his head gently.

“What are you doing home so early master?” Ren asked softly and smiled at him. He leaned into the stroking, soft purrs leaving him.

“I wanted to come to check on you.” Junhong smiled and leaned in and kissed his head gently. “How are you doing? How is he?” he asked, hand slipping over to rub Ren’s belly gently.

“I’m fine.” Ren said and smiled. “Him? How are you so sure it’s a boy? Hmm?” Ren asked teasingly.

“I just know.” Junhong winked at him and chuckled. “Glad you’re feeling okay love.’ he whispered and kissed his head softly.

Ren nodded and hummed softly as he laughed. “I bet it's gonna be a girl.” He said softly. “She'll be a perfect mixture of both of us and she'll just be absolutely perfect.” He chuckled and mewled as he felt a kick.

“Ah.” Junhong gasped softly, eyes wide as he felt the small series of kicks, a soft smile gracing his lips. “So active.” He whispered, fingers gently rubbing over his stomach.

“Very. She's been making it very hard to get comfortable to rest.” Ren commented and carefully rolled into his back, letting out a deep sigh. Junhong chuckled as he stared at the swell of Ren’s stomach.

“Well, it shouldn't be much longer. “I was trying to do some research on this and you'll probably only be pregnant for another couple of weeks. Cats are usually pregnant for about 9 weeks or so.” He said.

“Really? No wonder I feel like a bloated cow.” He commented and laughed Junhong following. “She's-”

“He.”

Ren rolled his eyes and smirked. “She’s grown so much in a short amount of time.” He said and nodded to himself. “So just a few more weeks? Junhong what are we gonna do about a nursery?” He questioned and looked at the other.

“Don't worry about it, Minki.” Junhong told him and stroked his head gently. “I got it taken care of. You just focus on you okay?” He asked and Ren nodded his head with a small smile.

“Okay.” He said and smiled. “Also, I'm hungry. Can you make me a bowl of pickles and ice cream?” He asked. Junhong's face paled, but he smiled slightly.

“Sure babe.” He said and got off the bed and headed out of the room. Ren giggled to himself as he watched the other's retreating form. He knew that Junhong hated all the weird cravings he had, and it amused Ren greatly.

~*~

If it weren't for the pain, Ren would be laughing at how crazy Junhong was going. It had been cute at first, his master running around trying to get things together. But as his labor progressed and he felt more and more pain, Junhong’s worrying nature was just right hilarious. He had never seen his master trip over his own feet before, let alone blame a stuffed toy for it.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked and peered down at the other.

“I'm fine.” Ren said and smiled softly. “The doctor just gave me the injection. It'll kick in soon and the pain will fill away.” He told him and sighed softly.

Leaning down, Junhong kissed him deeply, cupping his cheek gently. Pulling back, he stared down at him and smiled softly. “You're so strong Minki.” He whispered. “It just amazes me at how well you're taking this.”

Ren chuckled. “I know. But I have to do it. It's my body she's in.” He said and stroked his stomach, groaning softly. “Oh god. Almost time baby girl.”

“Boy.” Junhong teased and winked as Ren chuckled.

“Almost time.” He muttered and groaned, letting his close as the pain spiked slightly as another contraction hit him. He took deep and slow breathes, a small smile leaving him as he heard Junhong do the same, going through the breathing exercises with him.

Reaching out, he took Junhong’s hand and held it tightly, bringing it up and kissed it lightly. “I love you master.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

~*~

Junhong paced the floors back and forth. The doctors had ordered him out halfway through the delivery and he was scared. He didn't know what was going on. All he knew is that Ren didn't want him to go. The other had such a death grip on his hand, yet had been forced to let go of him.

He had hoped things were going alright. He hoped nothing was wrong. And if it was, though it was selfish and horrible of him to even suggest it, he would rather the doctors let the baby die or whatever and save his kitten. Ren meant the world to him and they could always have another child in the future. If he lost his kitten, one of his best friends, he wouldn't know what he would do to himself.

As time wore on, a sick feeling washed over home and Junhong thought he might just hurl right there, but he held it back. He took a few breaths and composed himself. He had to stay strong, regardless of what he was feeling. He needed to be strong for Ren.

It felt like an eternity, but it was only 30 minutes before a nurse came out and called him back. He braced himself to hear a crying Ren. Or a crying baby but his kitten not there. He was braced for horrible news, but as the door was opened and he stepped into the room, he was created with the most beautiful sight ever.

“Minki.” He breathed out in relief. Ren looked up and smiled at him happily, his face still covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair mused and stuck to his face. He held in his arms a small child wrapped in a pink blanket.

Damn it. Ren had been right. It was a girl.

“Master.” Ren called and Junhong moved quickly to the bed and smiled happily. Junhong reached out and moved the blanket slightly and stared at the beautiful flushed face of his daughter. Her eyes were closed as she slept peacefully in her mother’s arms. On top of her heard were cute little black ears and Junhong couldn't help the coo that left him at the sight of her.

“She's gorgeous!” He said and turned to stare at Ren. Leaning in, he kissed him passionately and sighed contently. “Thank you, Minki.” He whispered.

“Anything for my master.” Ren cooed softly and looked down at the little baby and smiled. “She's perfect. So perfect.” He whispered and purred contently as he leaned in and kissed her head.

“Very perfect.” Junhong agreed. “But next you're having a boy.” He said.

“Next time?” Ren asked as he raised a brow.

“Oh yeah. I'm not stopping until I have at least one son.” He laughed and Ren shook his head.

“If you say so master.” Ren giggled and laid back in the bed and stared at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[forceseal]

He doesn't say anything but it's obvious how weary he is, and so he just leans on her shoulder, eyes closing slowly.

It would take a long time before she would ever grow accustomed to seeing him this way.

The Chosen of Tethe'alla; free of his facade, bearing himself to her in earnest. 

If Sheena knew anything, it was how hard it was for Zelos to let her see him this way. To let her see something other than the idealized portrait he painted of himself — even now. It was all that she could do to encourage him to show him this side of himself, to let her shoulder the burden with him rather than letting him carry it on his own.

There was a deep, intrinsic tenderness in her heart for him. No matter how much she might play up denying it or tone down the truth of her feelings out of embarrassment, it would always lie just below the surface — ever present and waiting. When he leans on her shoulder, she can feel it clearly. 

Though her lips part to speak, she hesitates. 

Don’t over do it, idiot.

The words don’t come out, catching on the tip of her tongue.

…Idiot. 

There is no hesitation when she comes to wrap her arms around him, nuzzling comfortingly against the side of his neck as she holds him close —  content to bear his weight against her. There’s none of the usual nervous tension in her body, only warmth and comfort as a single hand runs its fingers through his hair — patiently stroking his long red locks time and time again in an effort to soothe his weary heart and mind. 

There was nothing that she wouldn’t give to be able to take this pain away from him even if it would mean to bear the pain herself — just to let him rest for a day. For a long moment, it seemed as though she might not say anything at all. When she does speak, her voice is soft and quiet — barely above a whisper against his skin. 

Three simple words that bore a meaning that was far more than she could say.

“It’ll be okay.”

I love you. Let me take care of you.

#zelotae

[b1a4seeyou]

This is just some dumb crossover I thought of but

Utapri x Tales of Series (I wanna include Heavens but idk much about them so feel free to add!)

Otoya

He's very simple. Baby boy Sorey.

Pure innocent ray of sunshine who loves to explore hidden secrets and histories.

He will get confused and get sick after using armatization but he's a quick learner and he'll get the hang of it.

Who would ever say no to those puppy eyes???

He may not study much but he likes going outdoors, finding new stuff to get some research on.

"I CAN SEE SPIRITS, YOU GUYS!!!!!!"

Masato

He's probably a mixture of Hubert and Asbel. Literally, the Lhant bros.

Blue hair baby boys. Yezza.

He may look like a strict boy but is actually a very shy baby, too afraid to tell his true feelings.

"PROTECT!!!!!!!"

He'll do anything to protect his people.

Masa's gonna have some sweet stylish katanas to slice them demons.

He'll be the best king in his kingdom, watch him go!!

Natsuki

Can I say he's Estelle and Collete in this???

Pure heart with massive magic artes

Appreciates life

A very worrisome partner who'll keep on healing and stay beside the bedside for you ;w;

VERY HUGGABLE!!!!!!!

He may not know the most simplest things but he'll learn from those mistakes and get through it with his companions!!

PROTECT THIS BABY FROM HARM!!!!!

You wanna mess with his bad side? Try taking off his glasses and you'll get a whooping.

"YOU MESS WITH MY FRIENDS, YOU'RE MESSING WITH ME!!"

Tokiya

Okay, his character has mostly quarter of the Tales of characters.

Rita, Keele, Raine, Mikleo and Jude...

Literally all the Genius(tm) characters

Knows everything about what's going on in the outside world.

Locked himself in his studyroom for research.

He has the brains but also has the most effective arte skills, thanks to his strategies and knowledge.

Is mostly Mikleo because of how done he can be with his teammates but cares a lot to help them out and not left behind.

Ask him anything about ruins and histories, he's the walking encyclopedia.

Ren

FREAKING ALVIN!!!! And also Zelos.

A smooth lady's man.

A smooth talker but never gets the ladies. Poor boy.

He got the looks, he got the talent, how come no one wants him????

Will invite his teammates for drinks.

Is very good at playing poker!

Uses any technique to get the job done.

HIS ARTES ARE BEAUTIFULLY AESTHETIC!!!!!

He'll give you any love advice but be warn, he'll get way out of hand.

Syo

I cant help but think he's Carol. I'm so sorry.

Though he also can be Llyod!

Short people problems(tm)

Dont mess with him tho, his artes are powerful as hell.

Cheerful boy who always has your back!!!

Likes to do pranks and mess around.

A supportive partner who accepts for who you are.

DUAL BLADES YALL!!!!!!

A screaming baby ejskdbkfjf

He'll definitely do Llyod's coffee joke.

Cecil

Oh heck yeah. He's honestly Mithos, Kratos or Meredy.

Mysterious but very powerful, no one can beat him.

AN IMMORTAL.

He'll blast you with his artes in one snap.

The Thanos(tm)

Gets his revenge whoever killed his people. Uh oh.

Has a cat familiar with him!!!!!

Honestly, can you believe him and Yuri have the same JP voice actor? I screamed.

Reiji

I'm so so sorry but probably Raven.

He'll say "My girl~" all the way.

You may see him slacking off but he's actually plotting something.

Targets ONE LOYAL CRUSH until the end.

He knows all the royal secrets because he's actually part of it.

Sneaks behind your back because he's worried of you even though you think he's being bothersome.

SHOOTS HIS ARROW TO YOUR KOKORO.

Ranmaru

Hmmm.....I'm not sure which character he is but....I'm betting Dezel? And also Velvet?

Strong independent boy who doesnt need anyone to fight with him.

Doenst trust people at first but soon get along with his other companions.

IS VERY LOVABLE TO ANIMALS!!!!!

One punch from him and youre a goner.

Imagine him with a daemon hand. That's hot. ㄱvㄱ

Once he starts a battle, he'll let out his rage.

Why? You can say, something triggered him because of it.

Ai

Yuri I guess? And probably mixed with Rita too.

One sassy boy who never filters his words.

Bold of you to assume he'll talk nicely but he's just stating the facts.

He may have a lot of data and knowledge in him but he still need a lot to learn about the newer world.

He may talk harsh but he's just being helpful and showing how concern he is.

Camus

Goddamn Richard.

The Perfect King(tm)

Has another side which is actually Lambda fused inside him.

Friendly king at day, possessed spirit at night.

Is very good at sword wielding and would dare to duel anyone.

Whoever stands in his way, he'll send you flying with Lambda's infinite artes.

#Uta no Prince Sama #Tales of #Tales of Series #Literally just some shenanigans I thought when I played Asteria and Shining Live back and forth :'D #I spent hours writing this I cried ekwbsohfif #Sad that the 100 limit is a bother :'3 #Feel free to add if you like

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For theguineapig3.tumblr.com who is a person after my own heart asking for the importance of family and friends and happily ever afters. 

Anyway, here’s your fic!

Chosen

Colette wrote, on average, about eight letters every three days.

Genis and Raine replied the most often: Genis armed with sharp complaints and insightful advice in equal measure, Raine with a multitude of ideas centering around magitechnology that made Colette feel like a ultra-important sounding board for the future of man. Colette didn’t always understand their letters, but she treasured them all the same.

Lloyd and Sheena’s letters, more often then not, arrived at the same time. Lloyd’s were messy and quickly scrawled, but with excessive attention to detail and the occasional souvenir. The mail carrier told her to please ask him to stop sending plants in the mail as the distance was too far and they wilted miserably, but Sheena’s last letter told her it was okay for her to be more selfish, and if Lloyd wanted to send her plants, Colette wanted to receive every single wilted, rotten bit.

Regal’s letters were formal and eloquent like the man himself. Secretly, Colette wondered if he spent a lot of time writing while he was locked away. How else would he know how to effortlessly use the word “dulcet” in a simple letter about cake? Presea’s, on the other hand, were closer to stream-of-consciousness observations– descriptions of things she’d seen while traveling: how a flower looked, how the wind felt, a cute dog she was confident Colette would name– and Colette left their letters feeling blessed beyond measure.

Zelos was always the last to reply, but his letters were the funniest. Switching from formal and professional language to exceptionally graphic gossip seemed to be a skill of his left untapped during their journey, and Colette reread his letters often whenever she felt tired or alone.

She started collecting stickers and wax, grew an affinity for certain stationary, and enjoyed mentally color-coding her friends: Lloyd, for example, was the recipient of letters on simple, unpatterned red or brown paper, but Colette also found forest green fit him too well not to send. Her friends were all like that, really; on the surface one or two colors, but inside they were a whole beautiful array of patterns and papers that kept Colette shopping for hours.

Many afternoons were lost standing in a marketplace mulling over paper after paper, and thinking of her friends.  It was fun. It made missing them a lot easier.

She knew everyone would go their separate ways, but it didn’t make it any better when it actually happened. Everyone had places to be: Lloyd and Sheena picking up exspheres, Presea travelling the united world– making up for lost time, Genis finishing school, Raine teaching, Regal running his company, even Zelos it seemed was up to his ears in work, looking after Seles and trying to reform the Church.

Colette had done her share of work with the Church as well. Important work, as frankly all work in that department was a step in a better direction with nowhere to go but up.

Colette was happy. It was nice to be alive, even if she felt a little lost. Colette never expected to see age 17, and now she had the honor of being confused about where her life was going.  It was a luxury she never expected to have, and was strangely refreshing.

Colette’s most recent purchase was a set of sky blue papers, something that she would have normally organized to Genis’s pile—but the addition of a small illustration of a snow bunny in the bottom left corner kept her from separating them. Snow bunnies, Colette decided, simply were for everyone.

She wrote Genis’s letter first, then Sheena’s, then Zelos’s, then spilled the ink over Zelos’s letter, threw it out, wrote a newer better one, failed to realize she still had ink all over her hands, left handprints all over her desk, stood to wash off, tripped, knocked over her bookshelf which in turn shattered a piggy bank she didn’t know she had which turned out to contain a sizable amount of gald, left the gald and ink and books on the floor deciding she’d just deal with all of this later, and finished up Presea, Regal and Lloyd’s letters.

Her eighth letter was variable. Sometimes she wrote to Dirk, or Neil, or Frank and Phaidra. Today she was writing to Chocolat, when there was a knock at her door. 

She stood and tried to subtle-y shove some of the books that had flown from her shelf under her bed, but her “cleaning” was ineffective at best.

Oh well, Colette thought, as she puttered over to the door, sticking her ink-covered hands into her sleeves so as to not stain the doorknob when she turned it.

The ensuing “SURPRISE!” quickly trailed into complete chaos, as seven friends attempted to figure out what the hell happened with as much shouting, frantic energy, and physical contact as possible.

“Everyone just shut up and give her a chance to speak! ” Sheena commanded, and everyone went mercifully silent.

Colette opened her mouth when Lloyd abruptly, but not without care, grabbed a clump of her hair she just now noticed was a dull blackish-green.

Oh, she thought. The ink must be on more than just my hands.

“Are you bleeding!?” he asked, voice high.

Presea spoke up, standing somewhere behind him, pink pigtails bobbing at the force of her headshake. “It is black therefore it is not blood. I suspect it is ink of some kind.”

“And who bleeds from the tips of their hair?” Genis added, not even trying to hide how annoyed he was.  

“We’ve seen stranger things, Genis.” Lloyd grumbled, eyes flicking to Colette in askance, confident in his theory.

Regal cleared his throat. “I believe we were trying to give her some room to speak.”

“Yeah Lloyd, give her some space!” Zelos echoed, stepping into Colette’s home and moving even closer to her. He paused, picking up one of the gold pieces littering the floor. “Is this gald? Why is there gald here?”

Raine’s glare could melt metal. “We will receive an answer when we decide to stop interrupting her, but from the looks of it she knocked over some ink and the bookshelf.”

“But you interrupted her that time—“ Lloyd pointed out and Sheena put a hand on his shoulder, as Genis frantically shook his head. He straightened up. “Sorry, Colette. Go on.”

Fourteen pairs of eyes met Colette’s with a force intimidating enough to take down an army, but Colette just felt complete. She missed this. She missed this so much.

“Raine’s right,” Colette said, illustrating her point with her hands. “I was writing letters, and I spilled the ink and I fell and the bookshelf fell too, that’s all! It’s okay though, I didn’t know I had this much gald!”

Everyone in the room sighed. Colette laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry! It’s really good to see all of you,” she found herself saying to clear the silence. “But why are you here?”

Lloyd nodded, sounding a little proud. “Weirdly, it was Zelos’s idea.”

“Wait, what? I thought this was your idea?” Sheena said, Lloyd shook his head.

“Nope, Zelos said he was going to be around, and since we don’t really have a holiday to meet up for right now and Colette’s the only one of us who’s not constantly traveling, we arranged to make her the meeting place.”

Genis frowned, glancing between Zelos and Lloyd, pointedly not buying it. “It seems like a Lloyd idea, that’s for sure.”

Zelos made an affronted noise, swinging an arm around Colette’s shoulders. “Why is it that everyone seems to think that only Lloyd is allowed to have good ideas?”

“You’re the only one who has ulterior motives,” Sheena grunted, staring at his arm, and Colette held it to show that it wasn’t a problem, only remembering the ink after it stained his clothes. Luckily, Zelos didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m really happy! Thank you!” Colette said, smiling so wide she could hear it in her own voice.

“Anything for our Colette right?” Zelos grinned, and then noticed the stain on his sleeve and made a face somewhere between disgust, alarm, and dull acceptance.

Presea, having wandered to Colette’s desk, spoke up, quiet voice sounding over everyone else’s laughter. “I like…this paper.”

“A Flanoir snow bunny. They’re supposed to be good luck.” Regal said, picking up his letter. “It is quite cute.”

Colette beamed, and abruptly Lloyd was at her desk too, checking out his. “Aw man!” he announced, holding the letter up and swinging it enthusiastically.  “I should have brought a letter for you too.”

Colette nodded. “That would have been really cool, Lloyd!”

“What’s the point of bringing a letter if you’re already here?” Genis sighed, holding his letter. He was smiling slightly.

“Hey, why do I get the one with handprints?” Zelos whined as Sheena nodded approvingly.

A comfortable silence overtook the house, as everyone sat, leaned, or stood and gave their complete attention to their letter. It was a little embarrassing to see it up close: the intense focus every one of her friends gave, the quiet nods and thoughtful hums, and Colette felt, in that moment, something squirming and joyful swimming through her veins.

She felt silly, suddenly, for worrying about the distance between them.

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Perfect Present (Zelo x reader)

(A/N) Just a little drabble I made for Zelo’s birthday, since I don’t know how to properly plan my time and didn’t have enough time for an actual scenario. Hope you like it nonetheless!! ❤

He was standing on stage and watching the whole crowd sing and chant for him. This wasn’t the first time something like this was happening, but it still moved him deeply and made him tear up a little. He really felt special, standing there and seeing so many people in front of him, with all of their attention lovingly directed at him as they made him feel like the king of the world, or at least the king of this venue, for sure. The guys were teasing him about the tears and the sappyness, but he didn’t quite mind. 

It was moments like these that made him realize how lucky he was in life. To have so many people who loved and supported him around every single day, and to be able to do what he loves the most in his life - wasn’t that the absolute best anyone could possibly want and strive for? 

The show had to eventually be continued, and, after the last few songs were performed, he left the stage, smiling at the crowd and waving, screaming his “thank yous” and “I love yous” at the top of his lungs for one last time this evening.

It was his birthday, and he had to spend the day showing up to interviews and other different schedules as well as a concert. He didn’t really mind not having a proper celebration for this day, and didn’t complain when he saw the schedule for the first time months ago. After all, he had his duties and responsibilities, and something like a birthday couldn’t quite change them. And, what’s more important, there was an even bigger issue that made him want to ignore the day as a whole.

Even if he wouldn’t have schedules for that day, he’d still have them the previous and the next day. He’d still have to be far away from home and unable to celebrate with his family and friends.

And you, of course, which was the fact that upset him the most. So he tried to forget, or rather not pay attention to it.

Drinks and cake awaited backstage, as well as a failed attempt to smash his face into the cake and a few minutes of laughing afterwards. Smiling brightly and being grateful for everything the guys and the staff had done for him, Junhong raised a glass of champagne, thanking everyone and drinking most of the glass’ contents in one go. With less to little energy left, he and the guys were driven back to the hotel in order to rest from the hectic day and prepare for the next one.

Closing the hotel room door behind him, Junhong put his bag down and sighed. Rubbing his eyes, taking off his shoes and walking further into the spacious room, he thought of some of the possibilities. He’d promised to facetime you after the show, as he really wanted to see your face and hear your voice, but at the same time he felt so, so tired. The huge double bed he had acquired all for himself was calling him, and he threw it a glance, considering.

Just a few minutes. He’ll just lay down for a bit, and then he’ll call you. Simple enough, right?

He popped down on the bed, lying down on his back and facing the ceiling. Stretching his long limbs out and sprawling his body all across the whole bed, Junhong blinked a few more times before closing his eyes a little, wanting to rest them just for a bit.

“Shutdown? Really, Junhong-ah, already?”

His eyes immediately shot open and froze at the familiar voice. Getting into a sitting position, he yanked his head to the side to spot the source of the voice.

To spot you standing in the middle of the room, staring down at him and smiling.

“(Y/N).. Please tell me this is you and not like an evil eye trick Daehyun hyung had thought of in order to prank me or something,” he said in disbelief, his eyes wide and full of happiness and you quickly approached.

“See? Real,” you gave him your hand, proving you were indeed a real person and nothing more or less than yourself. Before you knew it, he suddenly tugged you by your hand, sending you flying onto the bed, just to land perfectly right on top of him.

“Junhong-ah!” you cried out, laughing loud as he practically squished you in his arms and started planting kisses all over your face, “I didn’t come all the way to see you just to die from your affection, you know?”

“Your own fault,” he laughed back, not stopping his initial kissing and hugging, “I told you back then to love me at your own risk. I tend to get clingy sometimes-”

“Oh my god, guys! Get a room already!”

Your heads snapped at the door, and silence hung over the room, but just for a second. Loud, ear-piercing laughter followed right after, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight in front of you as well.

“This is not how it works, idiot,” Himchan said as he hit the back of Youngjae’s head, making Daehyun laugh even more, “You don’t just storm into someone’s room without knocking and then accuse them for something as irrelevant and stupid as this.”

“But still, (Y/N) was supposed to surprise him and tell him we got dinner prepared, so we could go eat all together and give our gifts to Junhong-ah. But instead, they started doing.. things.”

Your face turned bright red at the last part of the sentence, and so did Junhong’s. Daehyun’s hysteric laughter was still filling the whole room, and even Himchan had joined in to chuckle at the situation. To see you two blushing at something like this, it indeed was funny. Two kids in love who’d been apart for too long, and now couldn’t have a moment for themselves because of some annoying hyungs. It was funny, but not the way it was supposed to be.

“How about you get yourself out of their room then so they could finish up the heart-warming reunion, and not what you were thinking they were doing, and just let them be for a bit?” Himchan said, making Youngjae sarcastically raise two hands in defeat and leave the room. The two others followed closely after, shutting the door behind them and leaving you and Junhong to have some much needed alone time.

For a moment, all you did was look into each other’s eyes. That is, up until giggles escaped both of you, and your blushing faces and embarrassment were drowned out and hidden well by the sound of laughter.

“How do you tolerate them every day?” you asked, looking Junhong right in the eyes and smiling brightly.

“Is this really what we’re going to talk about now? Out of all of the things?” He chuckled, moving his hand to rest on the side of your head.

“What do you want me to talk about instead then?” You questioned innocently, feeling him tugging your face closer to his.

“How about we scrap the talking for a while?”

A soft kiss followed, sending you right off into the heavens within seconds. It’s been so long since you had last kissed (yes, a few weeks count as “so long”), and you missed him so much. Not wasting a second, you found your body slowly melting into his, getting in sync with every single one of his movements as he kissed you with everything he had in store.

“Ew, they’re doing it again! Gosh, guys, contain yourselves!”

“Youngjae hyung, can you just leave, please,” Junhong said in between planting slow, passionate kisses all over your mouth, making you chuckle, “You have your own room, why do you keep crashing into mine?”

“Just thought I’d tell you two love birds that we have everything set up, but apparently you have found a better way to spend your time and entertain yourselves already..”

“Youngjae-ah, I can hear you from here. I swear, I’m going to kick you if you don’t shut up and come back now. And knock for once, for God’s sake!!” Himchan’s loud voice could be heard from the other end of the hallway, and once again Youngjae had nothing left than to obey. You chuckled as you saw him leaving, and couldn’t help but be happy Junhong had friends like them. They may be annoying, but they’re friends to stay and to support.

“I don’t wanna go,” Junhong admitted as he pulled away, looking at you lovingly.

“Oh, c’mon, there’s a bunch of tasty food there, and gifts, and-”

“Can’t we just stay here? I want to just lay like this, I miss having you in my arms..”

You stared down at him, not being able to resist planting another soft kiss on his lips before speaking up.

“Just for a little, c'mon. Then, I promise, we’ll come back here and you can hold on to me all you want to..”

“.. But before that, let’s lock the goddamn door for once. Youngjae is quite irritating at this point already,” Junhong laughed at your statement, knowing it was nothing but the plain truth.

Moving from the bed and standing up, he pulled you along with him, his hands not leaving your body even for a second. Wrapping his arm around your waist and walking to meet the rest of B.A.P, Junhong couldn’t help but feel like it couldn’t have gone better than this for him.

That was the reason you told him to call you only late at night, and not at daytime in between his schedules, and that’s the reason you only typed him a short message saying “happy birthday, babe,” earlier today and nothing else. 

You’d actually spent the whole day travelling miles upon miles in order to meet him, and if that wasn’t the best birthday present he could ever get, he didn’t know what else it could possibly be.

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Bang Yongguk Scenario: Mafia AU

A/N: Well hello there! So I have the second instalment to my mafia AU oneshot collection. It is Yongguk’s turn so I hoe you enjoy! 

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Prologue

Himchan Mafia AU

Daehyun Mafia AU

Youngjae Mafia AU

Jongup Mafia AU

Zelo Mafia AU

Yongguk needed a break form his noisy members as he signed. He really wanted a cigarette but Himchan would shoot him faster that he could blink. So his only relaxant was coffee. He cursed Himchan’s doctor side as he had forced all the members to half the amount of alcohol drinking too.

Yongguk had walked into the café and while thinking about what drink he would like he had bumped into you. You had managed to save your own drink as he calmly apologized. You had smiled at him and it had piqued his interest. As he left, without a drink as he had forgot after the sight of you, he felt himself smirking. Just as he walks out he feels a familiar presence behind him.

“What is it?” he asks calmly.

“There is a report that someone is being targeted in this area…a civilian to be specific”, Jongup says.

Yongguk nods and feels for his gun in the inside of his coat pocket.

“Is anyone else with you?” Yongguk asks.

“No, they are still busy fighting over what to order for dinner”, Jongup says and Yongguk doesn’t reply.

“So we are doing a duo again is it?”

Jongup licks his lips as a dark smirk dawns his face.

“Don’t kill”, Yongguk says as he can feel Jongup’s deadly aura.

“Haven’t killed anyone in 3 months”, Jongup says as he passes Yongguk an earpiece.

“Good”, Yongguk replies as he puts his earpiece in.

“I have managed to get Youngjae to hack into the CCTV system in this area so he should be able to give us some information”, Jongup says as he fits his own earpiece in.

“Any idea who we are looking for?”

“A middle aged business man, he might look a little bit nervous as he has had threats sent to him”, Jongup says.

“And who is after him?”

“A sniper”

“This could be tricky”

“But fun”

And with that, they both start walking the opposite direction. Youngjae eventually sends Yongguk a map and a GPS location of Jongup. Yongguk carefully surveys the area and looks for anyone suspicious looking or anyone who matches the description Jongup had given even though he didn’t get many details.

Eventually Jongup contacts Yongguk saying he has spotted a figure following a distressed looking middle-aged businessman. Yongguk located Jongup’s location and tracked the middle-aged businessman.

“I have spotted the guy”, Yongguk reported to Jongup through their earpiece.

“I have the sniper in my line of vision”, Jongup says calmly.

“Guys, there are two snipers”, Youngjae reports in.

“Are the others still fighting?” Yongguk asks.

“They are all locked in their rooms, angry at each other”

“Typical…we are on our own. You ready Jongup?”

“Always”

“Don’t kill”

“You got it boss”

With that the line goes silent and Yongguk isn’t sure if Jongup is serious but he has no time to worry. Yongguk loads his gun, ready to go. They are in a quieter area so he doesn’t have to worry about injuring a civilian. He manages to sneak behind the middle-aged businessman and knocks him out unconscious just as he hears a gunshot.

“The sniper one is down”, Jongup’s voice rings in Yongguk’s ear.

“I have contacted the police to come get him and the civilian”, Youngjae replies.

“OK, any idea where the second one is, Youngjae?” Yongguk asks as he gently lays the man down on the ground.

“Let’s see…”

But before Youngjae can say anything, another gunshot is heard.

“Got him”, Jongup says simply.

“…right behind Jongup”, Youngjae adds.

“Is that it?” Yongguk asks.

“Yes, anyway. I’m going to see what the others are up to…better get them to make up or we won’t be eating tonight”, Youngjae says before the line cuts off.

Yongguk joins back up with Jongup as the police arrest the two snipers. Jongup had shot both of them in the knee so they had lost their mobility. They were tying them up when Yongguk sees a figure in his line of vision. He immediately pulls his gun out points it at you.

Yongguk is almost shocked at the sight of you. You look frightened as you slowly back away but you don’t get far as you walk into Jongup. You feel your body freeze in fear as Jongup’s gun comes in contact with the back of your head.

“She is a civilian”, Yongguk says as he puts his gun down.

Jongup looks hesitant before putting his own gun away. Jongup backs away from you as you stand there frozen.

“We aren’t going to hurt you”, Yongguk says.

“She knows our identity”, Jongup says.

“…let’s take her to the base”

“You are too nice sometimes”, Jongup says with a smile and then looks at you.

“Aren’t you lucky”, he says to you before he walks away.

“Where are you going?” Yongguk asks at Jongup’s retrieving figure.

“Someone has to deal with the police right?” Jongup says as he waves his hand at the two of you.

“Tch, that kid”, Yongguk says and then approaches you.

“The name’s Yongguk and you better come quietly with me”, he says and all you can do is nod.

His voice was deep and it sent chills down your spine but at the same time you feared for your life. Just two seconds ago you had two guns pointed at you and then the other guy called you lucky. He had taken to what he called his base and at once you had been surrounded by 4 other guys and later on the other guy from earlier joined in.

They all introduced themselves and for a group of mafia they were very relaxed. And that is how you had met Yongguk and the rest of his members. Yongguk had taken you to his place that night and calmly let you sleep in his room even though you had refused at first. He had treated you gently but he refused to let you go. Well, he let you go to work and meet up with friends and family but he had given you a GPS tracker to keep on you at all times so he knew where you were.

It’s not like you were going to runaway without the GPS, as fear was bigger than your need to run away. He had made it clear if you break the simple rule he would slit your throat without a second thought.

He didn’t say it like that. In fact his exact words where “don’t go anywhere without the GPS”.

Honestly it bothered you at first and you really just wanted to run away but nothing really motivated you to do so. He was always kind and gentle to you. He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to. You were allowed to do, as you like as long as you had the GPS on you and you had to return to his apartment at the end of the day. The apartment almost felt like your own as most of the time Yongguk wasn’t even around. He would comeback late at night; sleep on the sofa if he even slept. You suspected he didn’t really sleep and he would be gone in the morning. The few times you saw him was at night when he came home early.

After about a month of living with him you started making him breakfast and dinner. Well, more like you made enough for the two of you. You would wake up early before him and quietly make breakfast and leave it there for him with a note. Then when you got home you would make dinner and leave it out for him. The food was always gone and the dishes were always done so you assumed he ate it well.

As more time passes you found Yongguk around the apartment more often. He seems to be spending more time with you. You felt a little bit happy as you spent more time with him. You learnt about his favourite dishes and made it for him and he smiles at you and thanks you. His smiles make your heart skip a beat and you look forward to meal times with him.

Some time ago you discovered one of his biggest secrets. It was an ordinary day; a weekend so you were home and Yongguk had come home early. You were getting lunch ready and saw him signing something. Just out of curiosity you asked what it was. Usually he didn’t hide much from you but he looked rather embarrassed.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be nosey”, you say as you clearly see his discomfort.

“No, it’s ok”, he says and shyly shows you a cheque he just signed.

It was a $500 cheque to a well-known charity and you gasp in surprise.

“It’s what I do with any extra money I earn by doing…you know”, he mumbles.

“Oh…that’s nice of you”, you say, still feeling a little bit surprised.

“Please don’t tell the others…I will never hear the end of it. Only Himchan knows”.

With that you two had lunch peacefully and he thanked you for making him lunch. After lunch Yongguk offers to take you shopping to thank you and although you hesitate you agree to go with him. You weren’t used to spending so much time with him so it felt uncomfortable at first but surprisingly he was really nice and sweet. He was patient when you tried a few clothes on and picked out some new pieces of clothing. He would offer to pay but you refused and paid for it yourself.

The two of you had dinner out that night in a small local restaurant and it was nice. You enjoyed his company that day and it seemed like he was enjoying being around you too. At the end of the meal you gave you a small box and you felt suspired, as you had spent all day with him so you don’t even know when he got it for you. And when you open the box, you felt even more surprised as it was the necklace you had seen at a jewellery shop window. It was absolutely beautiful but it was super expensive. You thank him but you tell him you cannot take it but he insists and says it’s for everything.

“You won’t take no for an answer will you?”

“Nope”, he answered firmly.

And so the peaceful day had come to an end. He had gently held your hand as you two walked back home and that night you had insisted him sleeping in his bed as you felt bad was taking over his room and he agreed but only if you shared the bed with him. Feeling hesitant you end up agreeing but it was quiet comfortable.

He is a man of few words but the silence is comfortable. He often asks about your day and you tell him. He doesn’t really share about what he does and you are ok with that as he has probably been involved in something dangerous. Some nights he comes home late and you wait for him.

“You don’t have to wait up late at night”, he says.

It is one of those nights.

The table is laid, ready for the two of you to have a late dinner.

“I know, but I want to”, you say, probably for the 100th time.

“Thank you”, is all he can say.

You smile at him and tell him to wash up for dinner. He nods and goes to wash up and change. You start heating dinner up. You did worry a little bit when he comes home late but you know he can take care of himself. And most of the times he didn’t even get involved with the raids.

You were just finishing heating dinner up when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your neck. He rests his head on the crook of your neck and inhales your scent.

“That tickles”, you say as you place your hands on top of his arms resting around your neck.

“I’m tired”, he whispers in your ear and it sends a chill down your spine.

“Dinner is going to get cold”, you say as you try to pull away from his arms but he is too strong.

“Let it get cold”

“Come on, Yongguk!” you hit his arm and he laughs and lets go of you.

“Why are you being like this anyway?” you ask as both of you sit down on at the table for dinner.

“What do you mean?” he asks as he takes a bite of the food.

“You are being extra clingy today”, you say as you look at him.

“Just wanted to show my appreciation…?”

“That sounds more like a question”, you say with a laugh and he shrugs.

“What did Himchan say?”

“What makes you think he said anything?”

You give him a look.

“Oh, ok. He said if I didn’t show you that I need you in my life someone else will take you away”

You take a minute to let what he said sink in.

“You need me?” you ask, as he had never said it before.

In fact, the two of you had never really defined what this was. More recently he had been more affectionate and since you two stared sharing the bed it did become more intimate.

“Yeah…do you?”

“Of course!”

“Will you stay with me?” he asks gently.

“Yongguk…”, you say as you take his hand in yours.

“I wouldn’t leave you”, you say.

“Are you sure? I know I forced you to stay with me at the beginning”, he says and you tights your grip around his hand.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else”

“I love you”

Your eyes widen in shock and then your face lights up.

“I love you too”

#b.a.p #bap #bang yongguk #yongguk #b.a.p x reader #bap x reader #bap imagine #b.a.p imagines #b.a.p scenarios #yongguk x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #b.a.p imagine #b.a.p scenario #bap scenarios #bap scenario #bang yongguk x reader #b.a.p mafia #b.a.p mafia au #kpop mafia

[yostresswritinggirl]

A String That Binds Him

Within his conscience and subconsciousness, he dangles with the karmic binds that tie him to his bloody deeds. They are black and tight that pulls at his soul towards the dark abyss of madness. Xiao hates those strings, and when another one manifests, he is more than scared.

Pairings -> Xiao x Reader

Word Count -> 1312

Themes -> I dunno either you tell me, short fic

Series -> #Sojourner Specials (600 Followers Event) Exiled's Xiao Manifestation Ritual

Warnings -> It's... not my best, I'm here to manifest

The first manifestation of the signs of a new string happened on the first encounter, when their eyes met his amber ones. Just another mortal lingering by the balcony, he thought to himself, just another mortal. Xiao knew of the human ways in which they desperately cling to divine blessings, to meet the Adepti for a miracle.

But his heart skipped in a painful way and like the wind he was gone within a second.

"Verr, who is that person in the balcony? They're dangerous, why are they allowed here?"

But the agent could only tilt her head at the intonation and he grew ever more frustrated at this mistake. Is the Qixing faulty to let a threat in so easily, more so in his territory? But Verr simply assured that they've done a background check beforehand, that they were no threat at all, just a simple citizen passing by.

But Xiao was restless, and when he looked again, the pain in his chest did not disappear.

Next thing was tantalizing fear enough to paralyze him.

Like a shadow that clings to his form no matter where so long as there is light, such entity lingers behind him unknowingly. When they spoke in which the first he has heard their voice, he froze with his back towards them. The most vulnerable he had been, and a rule he broke in war where one should not turn their back to the opponent.

When they called his name again, Xiao felt the familiar tug of agony before he willed himself to look with a seething glare worthy to vanquish all evil. But they withered under the gaze like a wolf wary of their injured paw when meeting strangers. A sign that they were a lesser being than him and yet the grip around his heart tightens tenfold.

"What are you doing here? Don't you know how dangerous it is around here?"

When they tilt their head to look past his shoulder, he was painfully aware of the massacre of hilichurls behind him, one he had recently vanquished.

"Seems to me that these dangers are taken care of already tho," they offered a smile which looped back down at the edges upon the look of distaste the adepti offered.

Xiao didn't wish to hang around longer than he should, but when they called out to him as he was about to leap off, his body locked again. Unceremoniously he tumbles down forward upon the inertia of his paralyzed leap.

And he knew from behind him that it took the mortal all their willpower not to mock him with the rawest laugh.

After those first two encounters were nothing but restless days of consciousness for the adepti where he longs for the night where such phenomenons would not exist, where he will be alone with his thoughts to ponder over without any other intrusion.

But even then he finds no solace in the voices in his head, even if they were only less painful than the ones he had been experiencing lately.

Their presence created a new binding that straps his soul and it tugs him at directions he cannot seem to predict. His karmic binds wrap around his limbs to fully pull him apart, yet this one wishes to tug him forward against the old binds, and the opposing forces brings him immense pain that gnaws at him 'til dawn.

The next instance of the bind's existence comes in the form of breathlessness. When their light touch found its way to his exposed bicep, the unexpected motion caused his lungs to stutter for a second, the need for air leaving him before he was slammed back by reality.

How he knew it was the mortal without even looking he did not know, as he was too busy scrambling away as if their touch was seering hot. Xiao's glare was unfocused as he willed himself manually to breath in and breath out.

"You were spacing out," he seems to be doing that lately, "I've been calling for you but you wouldn't budge." Did he really not hear them? "A-Are you okay, can you breath properly?"

No.

No, he doesn't know why he's having the trouble in the first place. The Yaksha lays himself vulnerable in front of them as his heart beats loudly and furiously at the loss of oxygen, it was a manifestation of one of the 'attacks' that shouldn't come this early unless provoked.

Before he knows it, they too invaded his being in the form of soft rubs to his back and whispers of increasing numbers. He follows suit in their guidance even with a few hiccups and soon enough his breathing stabilizes, his heart still trying to follow the calmness of it.

Did I scare you?

No.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to be.

The Yaksha's heart rested for a full second but the detail was missed when Xiao saw the pure pity in their eyes.

No, this person was no Adepti, no demon, no God, no other being. Only a mortal, a human with a soul that shall wither away too. The thought seemed to pull that stray string once again.

The third- or was it fourth? Counting didn't matter now that he was too far gone, but the next manifestation felt more worrying than the others as it was a sign he was not at all accustomed to. It made no sense, it was windy that day at the balcony and the sun barely peeked in past the horizon as it starts to sink for the cold night's entrance.

And they were there to obscure the sunlight that tries to reach him. Hovering over the railing that overlooks the marsh, his gaze caught their side profile as strands of hair falls from the fray, little rays passing through the curtain of the hair that frames their face.

It didn't make sense. No sense at all. And yet he was there to be another mess when he felt the burning sensation wash over his thinly clothed form.

There was nothing special about this human, no Vision exists to force such temperal reaction from him but it. still. happened.

And when they turned to look at him, Xiao dared look away pointedly as the trance of warmth messed more with his thoughts, the change in body temperature reaching his head in a faster pace. He is overheating and so he excuses himself as he disappears, the only sign of Xiao's whereabouts was the distant loud splash somewhere by the marsh.

The mortal choked at the image the plunge brought.

Finally one faithful day, Xiao confronted such merciless feelings to the only mortal he trusts the most. And he found Boss Verr grinning lightly, mischievously. Carrying behind it a secret he doesn't know.

"Dear Adepti, what you are feeling are what we humans call infatuation. Love sickness, even." He dons himself an apalled expression and it takes the woman all willpower not to crack up.

This heinous manifestations of agony are akin to that of human affection? Of romantic disease? If this is what humans deal with naturally, why do they commit themselves at such masochistic indulgences?

So warily he asked, how does one remove such emotions? If it were truly humane feelings that he harbours, then humane means can easily vanquish it unlike the binds holding him down. Speaking of, they've been very tame lately-

Under the guidance of Verr's simple advice of 'being honest with your feelings', Xiao diligently awaits for the mortal in the balcony. And when they finally showed up, he blurts out the worries he had to deal with since the moment they came to his life, loudly enough for a floor lower to hear his confession.

"You terrify me."

This was followed by the frantic steps of a sprinting Verr who desperately tries to make damage control.

A lil drabble hehe, first time trying third person pov bruuuuh

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[kpop-scenario-lover]

Missing You~Part Three Yongguk Angst

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners*

Words: 2k

Genre:Angst,Fluff

It had been about six months since the last time you saw Yongguk. You were slowly getting over him. It wasn't easy but you were getting there. 

You had a history with him so it wasn't easy trying to forget all the memories the both of you shared together. You were trying to forget though. You stopped following everything that had to do with Yongguk and B.A.P. 

 Even though it hurt you because the guys were your friends too, but you had to do what was best for your heart. Distancing yourself from them was the only thing you could think of that would help you get over Yongguk. 

 Today you had plans to meet up with some of your friends. They were a big help to you. They helped you forget about him for awhile. You had planned to go to your favourite cafe and have lunch together. 

It had been awhile since you guys had gotten together to just talk and have some food. You smiled as you thought about your plans. 

Looking at your closet you decided to wear some light blue skinny jeans, a black crop top and a black jacket with some white vans. You had about half an hour left before you had to meet up with them, so you decided to get started on your makeup. Just something simple. 

 As you finished up your makeup your phone buzzed. You looked over and saw that it was a text from Daehyun. You bit your lip contemplating whether or not you wanted to read what it said. After a couple seconds you decided that you would see what he had to say. 

You picked up your phone and looked at the message. "Hey, Y/N I know we haven't talked much since the whole club incident, but I really need to speak to you. Please reply.-Dae" 

 You sighed as you read the text. You stared at the message before replying. "Dae, what could you possibly need to talk to me about now." 

 You set your phone down and did the finishing touches on your makeup. Satisfied with the result you smile at yourself in the mirror. It was time to meet up with your friends. You grabbed your phone, keys and purse before heading out of your apartment door. 

As you were locking the door your phone buzzed once again. You looked down to see what it read. "I know the last time I talked to you, it didn't end well, but it's about Yongguk Hyung again. Ever since the fight the both of you had, he hasn't been himself." 

You rolled your eyes. Of course it was about Yongguk. "I have nothing to do with him anymore Dae. Now please stop talking to me about him. I'm trying to move on." 

You closed your phone and headed outside towards your car. As you were getting in your car you got another message. 

You sighed in frustration. "Please y/n you don't understand how bad he actually is. Whatever you said to him that night changed him. All he feels now is guilt about everything he's ever done....He's talking about leaving B.A.P. We've tried everything to convince him to stay." 

Your eyes widened at what you read. Yongguk wanted to leave B.A.P? Why would he want to leave? B.A.P was everything to him. 

 You shook your head. Why did it matter to you? You were done with him. It shouldn't worry you anymore, but it did. It worried you a lot. B.A.P was everything to Yongguk, he really must be going through something if he's thinking about leaving B.A.P. 

 You bit your lip in thought. Should you try and talk to him again? You shook your head. The last time you tried talking to him it ended with you crying. You didn't know if you could handle that again. 

You couldn't handle the heartbreak again, but you had to stop kidding yourself, you still cared about Yongguk a lot. You groaned. Picked up your phone and texted Daehyun back. 

 "When and where?" That was all you sent back. "This will be the last time y/n." You reminded yourself. "You look like an idiot, you keeping coming back to him." You said to yourself. 

 When you realized you were talking to yourself you laughed. "I really am going crazy." You laughed. Your phone buzzed indicating that Dae probably texted you back. 

You looked down at your phone. "Would as soon as possible be alright? Like tonight? At our dorm?" Your eyes widened. 

You weren't sure if you were ready to talk to him so soon, but it really did sound serious. "Yeah, I'll be there around 5." You texted back. 

 You looked at the time and sighed. You only had about three hours left before you had to talk to him again. You turned the ignition on and drove to meet your friends. 

 As you got out of your car, you saw something you really did not want to see ever. Yongguk was standing just outside of the cafe hugging one of your friends. 

You shook your head. You could just be jumping to conclusions. They separated and Yongguk walked away down the street. 

You cautiously walked over to the front door of the cafe. You walked up to your friend and looked at her. "What was that all about?" You asked her. 

 She looked at you with confusion. "What was what all about?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

 You looked at her. "You and Yongguk." You stated. 

 She looked at you with a sheepish smile. "Ah that. Well um I can't really tell you y/n." She told you as she played with her fingers. 

 A million though thoughts ran through your head. Why couldn't she tell you? Was something actually going on between them? You shuddered at the thought. 

You looked at her once more. "It better be worth it." You mumbled as you walked into the cafe. 

You walked over to the table where your other friends were. You smiled at them and sat down. Throughout the whole lunch you couldn't help but think about what you saw at the front door. 

 After the lunch was over you walked to your car. You looked at the time and sighed. It was 4:30. You got into your car and drove to the dorm. This should be interesting. 

 After about fifteen minutes, you arrived at B.A.P's dorm. You got out of the car and walked to the front door. You hesitantly knocked on the door. You waited about a minute before the door opened. 

Himchan opened the door. You smiled at his surprised expression. "Y/N you're here." He said. 

You laughed lightly. "Yeah, I guess I just can't stay away." You mumbled. "May I come in?" You asked softly.

 He immediately nodded and moved aside to let you in. You smiled at him and walked into the dorm. 

 As you walked in, memories came flooding back. You laughing with Yongguk and the boys while watching movies. Playing video games with Zelo and Jongup. Cuddling on the couch with Yongguk. 

 You smiled slightly at the memories. The more you remembered the more you realized that you weren't really over Yongguk. You still missed him. You sighed at the realization. You just couldn't get rid of Yongguk no matter how much you tried. 

 Daehyun saw you walk into the living room and he immediately stood up from the couch. "Y/N! You're actually here. He's in his room." He told you as he smiled. You smiled back and nodded, continuing down the hallway.

 As you neared his door your heart beat picked up. You stopped in front of his door. You knocked softly on his door. "Yes?" His deep voice came from behind the door. 

 You took a deep breath. "Yongguk?" You called out. "It's me. I came to talk." You whispered softly. 

 Silence was all you heard. You bit your lip. "Can we please talk?" You asked him. 

 After a minute the door unlocked and Yongguk appeared behind it. He looked tired. Was the first thing you noticed. He didn't look very healthy. 

 "You wanted to talk?" His voice broke you out of your thoughts. You blushed. "Ah yeah, can I come in?" You asked him. 

 He seemed to think about it for a second before letting you into his room. You slowly walked in and looked around. It looked the same, except the pictures of the both of you were all gone. To say you weren't hurt would be a lie. 

 You turned around to face him. "Dae told me you were thinking about leaving the group. Yongguk what's going on?" You asked him softly. "B.A.P is everything to you. There has to be something going on for you to even think about that." 

Yongguk sighed. "Daehyun should keep things to himself." He muttered. 

 You stared at the ground. Why were you even here? It was obvious he wasn't going to tell you anything. 

 You looked back up at him. "Yongguk, I'm not going to let you keep pushing me away. Tell me what's wrong!" You pleaded to him. 

 His eyes widened slightly. He walked over to his bed and sat down. He sat in silence for a couple minutes. 

You sighed. "I don't even know why I try anymore." You muttered. "Probably because I still care so much about you." 

Yongguk looked over at you. "You still care about me? After everything I've done to you?" He asked you in disbelief. "How could you still care about me?"

You fiddled with your hands. "Yongguk we were together for a couple years, those feelings don't just go away like that. I'll always care about you. I've made so many great memories with you, and I'll always treasure them. Will you please just tell me what's wrong?" 

Yongguk bit his lip. "TS. They keep threatening me, so I'll keep doing the things they want me to do. They're blackmailing me y/n and I don't think I can handle it anymore." He whispered as his held his head between his hands. 

 You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his frame. "Guk it's okay. You're going to be okay." You whispered to him as you rubbed his back. 

He broke down crying. "You don't understand. They're the ones that told me to end things between us or they would make your life miserable. I-I couldn't let them do that to you. I love you to much." He mumbled through his tears.

 Your eyes widened. Yongguk still loved you. You smiled. You pulled back and looked at his face. You gently wiped his tears away. "Why didn't you come talk to me? We could've figured this out." You told him as you looked into his eyes. 

He looked away. "I-I couldn't. They blackmailed me to not say anything to anybody. I can't handle this anymore y/n. I love B.A.P with everything I have, but I'm not happy anymore." He told you as he tightened his grip on your waist.  

You leaned closer towards him. "We can figure things out Gukkie. All of us can help you, you need to stop carrying the weight of everything by yourself. Let the people around you help you." You whispered as you leaned your forehead against his. 

 He smiled softly. You smiled back. "Oh, what were you doing at the cafe today?" You asked him.

 He chuckled. "Your friend stopped me and told me to stop being an ass and just talk to you. After we talked for a bit we both came to the conclusion that I would stop being an asshole to you. She was just being a good friend to you." He told you softly. 

 You laughed softly. "You were bit of an asshole." You smiled. 

 He closed his eyes as he smiled. "You don't know how hard it was for me to do that. Every time I made you cry, hurt me ten times more. God y/n I love you so much, I'm so sorry." He whispered to you. 

 You leaned forward and kissed him softly. "I love you too, Guk we can figure this out. Together." 

 Yongguk smiled. "I really did miss you y/n." He told you as he leaned forward and kissed you softly. 

 You kissed him back. "I missed you to Yongguk. I missed you so much." You whispered as you hugged him tightly.

*I really hope you guys enjoyed this scenario! A lot of you guys wanted a part three to this, so I hope I did you guys justice! Thank you so much for enjoying my scenarios it means so much to me! If you guys have any requests don’t be afraid to ask! I’d be happy to do them! Thank you guys so much, hope you guys like it! :)*

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[sinsofstrays]

B.A.P Reacts To You Sending a Nude During Practice

Zelo: He would quickly check his phone, while everyone sets up before practice. His eyes widen as he shoves the screen into his chest, before peeking again. He slips the phone in his pocket before taking a trip to the bathroom. 

Yongguk: He would find it cute, especially your stretch mark across your thigh. Although, he wouldn’t show his screen to anyone he wouldn’t hide the fact he was looking at something he clearly enjoyed. 

Daehyun: His reaction made it obvious to the boys that he saw something hot. He nearly drops the phone, locking the screen quickly before staring into space. He’d bite his finger, whispering ‘fuck’ before leaving for a moment.

Youngjae: Youngjae would be on his phone while they were setting up. Daehyun would be over his shoulder when he would get the message. He’d let out a high pitched yell as he opened it, dropping the phone in panic. 

Himchan: He would be happy to get it, almost forgetting he was at practice. He can’t hide his smirk as everyone walk around him. Before they’d start, he would excuse himself to an empty room to reply to you and to calm himself down.

Jongup: He would be used to you sending pictures so he would simply smile, saving it to his private album. Before anyone noticed, he would reply with a simple ‘thank you’, thinking about what he had to look forward to at home.

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[bladesurgence]

panorama.

( this was supposed to just be a writing exercise )

     “Irelia.” Ashe’s voice rises, and she brushes her forearm to point in a direction. Irelia follows it to the edge of a cliff, where the top of a pole erected further down the path has a wire attached to it, traveling down about three hundred feet to the floor of the valley.

     “That is the Giant Basket Ride,” Irelia explains. She’s never ridden, but she’s heard enough stories from some of her guardsmen and women. “Traditionally, couples sit in it and ride from here to the bottom of this hill. There’s a great view of-”

      “Can we ride in it?” Ashe asks, and Irelia can feel her heart drop and rebound inside her chest.

      The last thing Irelia wants to do is refuse a queen’s request, but-

     “Well, we can, it’s just that...”

      “Do you fear what your tradition may suggest?” Ashe’s smile is wide, even without showing teeth. It’s the kind you’d see from someone as they glance off a forty-foot cliff in Shon-Xan, knowing that you’d scream if you fell from that height, just before they take your hand and leap into the ocean.

     “It is a simple ride to the bottom, from what I understand. There’s nothing like this in my culture, so it would be inaccurate to assume anything about me from it. Wouldn’t you agree?”

     Irelia cannot argue against the sound logic, though she thinks that she isn’t the one that Ashe should be convincing.

     “If Your Majesty wishes to ride, then I cannot refuse.”

     “Great!” Ashe walks over to the basket, its walls high enough to protect either of them from accidentally following over, but the space cozy enough that it can only seat two. She sits atop a small wooden bench placed into it, and pats the space next to her. “You aren’t wrong - this really was made for couples.”

     Irelia steps into the basket, her movements slow as if she was treading on a thin layer of ice on a frozen lake. She seats herself, finding that they really have entered close quarters. Her leg brushes up against Ashe’s, though the queen isn’t inconvenienced in the least. In fact, she seems to lean further into Irelia.

     “How does this work?” Ashe asks.

     Irelia looks around for the knot of a rope tied through a hole in the basket. “Supposedly you just loosen this knot, and then the basket will slide along the wire. But...” She peers out the basket, the green and grey landscape of the valley below them.

     Ashe’s brows knit together. “Are you afraid of heights, Irelia?”

     Irelia’s legs twitch. “No, not at all. I just... I did not expect your close company for my first visit here. I expected to visit the basket ride with... well, one of my...”

     Ashe’s mouth parts, and she raises a finger to her chin before closing. “Oh! I didn’t mean to insist.”

     “It’s nothing, Your Majesty. After all, the desire of a guest is more important than my sentiment.” Irelia pulls at the rope, preparing to loosen the knot. “Are you ready?”

     “Ready when you are.” Ashe’s smile returns, and she looks directly at Irelia. The faint sunlight through the cloud twinkles in her eye. Irelia gulps.

     She moves to undo the knot, and the basket lurches before scurrying down the wire. It’s a slow-moving vehicle, as Ionian architects and mages had ensured that the ride would be completely safe for people riding it during the festival, but the rush of traveling through the air, even in something as quaint as a basket, is exhilarating. They can see the snow-capped peaks of Ionia’s mountains in the distance, and the winding shore of Lake Muzumo on their right.

     “Ionia is beautiful,” Ashe murmurs, the tip of her hood waving back and forth in the wind.

     “It is,” Irelia agrees, and shudders when she feels Ashe sit back and lean against her shoulder. Her breath hitches, and she immediately imagines the disapproving glare of the Council’s eyes on her. But there are no elders, nor members of Ashe’s guard, to frown at them this high up. Still, Ashe’s touch has felt like a treasure locked away in a vault. Someone might lay claim to it, but not Irelia. Hell, she’d be the guard protecting it. Having some of the treasure find its way into her palm feels like stealing.

     Perhaps she has stolen a bit from fate, with Lady Luck’s help.

     Irelia wants to touch her back - it would be rude not to reciprocate, wouldn’t it? - so she moves an arm, aiming for the other side of Ashe’s waist. Her progress is slow, as if moving to not disturb her.

     “I am not fragile ice, Captain,” Ashe teases, sliding her waist so that Irelia’s hand moves closer. Her hand pretty much falls into place. Irelia lets out a sigh, a heavy sigh she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Her shoulders feel like they’d been carrying ten gallons of water on a bucket pole.

     The basket glides along, with a steady rustling that reminds Irelia that they’re in motion, and not suspended in the sky. It is a fortunate reminder that the ride will only last three or four minutes. Irelia doesn’t think she can manage sitting like this with Ashe, without her heart pushing her to do more.

     “Are there many rides like this in Ionia?” Ashe asks, her voice a gentle murmur against Irelia’s sleeve.

     Irelia sighs, her fingers daring to move and brush Ashe’s arm, the skin around her elbow. Ashe turns her head to look at her, and smiles. Irelia tries to smile back, but her face feels like wet plaster. It might look more like a wood carving of a kami’s face than an actual smile.

     “Not to my knowledge,” she responds, after a pause. “I feel like this is the only place with a valley and a plateau accommodating enough.”

     “I suppose we’ll have to return here often, don’t you think?” Ashe asks, rising up. Irelia feels her lips press upon her cheek, but it doesn’t feel like that - it feels like she has been buried in snow, but not the snow she’d see in winter. It’s more like the melting snow that she finds hanging in trees on the first days of spring, the ones that drip away to give rise to the first flowers of the new season.

     It feels like a touch that she hasn’t felt since before Zelos left, before the armies of Noxus showed up, and before she was expected to lead Ionia into a future that it had never anticipated.

     Irelia turns towards Ashe, realizing that her face looks mortified, even though her heart is the exact opposite. “I...” Should I kiss her back? Would that be too soon? Is that something I should save for the second basket ride?

     Ashe blinks back at her, her smile slowly fading. “Did you not enjoy that?”

     “I did!” Irelia insists. Her hand climbs its way up Ashe’s back, pulling her closer, and Ashe leans in. She’s very close now. But Irelia’s attention is focused on everywhere but the blue in Ashe’s eyes, and with a stifling dread she notices that the basket is already approaching ground level. They’d have to disembark soon.

     “Oh, we’re already back at the valley?” Ashe asks. “These rides end so soon when you’re having fun,” she adds, and her lips curve into an adorable pout that feels like an arrow of ice has pricked Irelia’s heart.

     They pull away as the people from the festival come into view, and Irelia exhales, fighting down everything she had felt in the basket ride and praying that her composure returns to her face in time.

     “Unfortunately,” Irelia manages. Her throat is drier than the dunes of Shurima.

     “But, if you insist, Your Majesty, we could return any time you want.”

#subtitled 'does your writing sound better when your muse is pining for another' #long post #♞ THE SUNRISE KISSED STORIES. (chronicles) #♞ AN HONEST HEART AS COMPASS. (ashe)

[kpop-goestheweasel]

BAP!boyfriend - Jongup

Yongguk | Himchan | Daehyun | Youngjae | Zelo

•Cutest geek couple ever •Video game date nights •When a new super hero/Marvel/action movie comes out, you two are nearly first in line for the midnight screening •You both have this remarkable ability to understand one another even when no one else does •Comfortable silence •Subtle but deep passion •Neck kisses - not always done in a sensual way. Sometimes he'll come up from behind with a hug and a kiss on your neck just to let you know how precious you are to him without trying to portray that with words that always seem to fail at truly expressing his feelings •Shy blushes when you compliment him or surprise him with a kiss •Super private relationship- even the other members won't know about you for several months. This is not because he's shy or ashamed of you, but because he likes to have some things that are separated from that part of his life •He will eventually introduce you to his group when he feels that things are super serious with you. It's basically like taking you to meet the family, so he wants to take that step in due time •Coordinated Halloween costumes - Joker and Harley Quinn? Probably •Thoughtful gifts while he's away. Many don't realize just how thoughtful he can be, but you will have no doubts when he comes home with a mixture of cute and useful gifts for you, all with an explanation of why he thought of you when he picked them up •Many chill dates with movie/drama marathons and goodies that you had made together •'No' is hardly in his vocabulary when it comes to you •Shy dance lessons, simply because it's something he's so passionate about, so sharing dances with you in like blatantly sharing a part of himself with you •Surprising protective of you - glares generously dished out whenever he feels like your safety or wellbeing is threatened •Mild bits of jealousy here and there, especially with his other members. He already has to share so much with them, it'll be a point of annoyance to have to share you too •Zoo dates, filled with you both cooing over the cuteness of the animals •Amusement park dates, filled with you both seeking out the biggest adrenaline rush •Most of your dates will include some kind of activity - ice skating, arcade competition, bowling, snowball fights... •Your one pair of couples shirts was picked out and purchased by Himchan while he was third-wheeling on one of your dates - which he tends to like to do more often than you or Jongup would like, but neither of you have the heart to tell him •His phone’s lock screen and background are pictures of you two posing together while on a vacation forever ago - probably taken by Himchan •Absolute sucker for you playing with his hair •He’d be shy about it, but he’ll sing to you any time you ask •Your lap is his favorite pillow •You guys are literally that super sweet, cute couple that all your friends vow to protect at all costs •Lots of subtle skinship - He doesn’t necessarily need to hold your hand or have an arm around you ever second, but just having your knees touching while sitting next to one another kind of grounds him and keeps him relaxed with knowing his other half is near •He sleeps best with your head on his chest •Disagreements are rare, but whenever he’s not cool with something, his silence gets even louder •Even with his silent tendencies, communication between the two of you is on point - there is no passive aggressive comments or subtle hints for anything, you both are very upfront about everything •There is a point where you become literally the most important thing to him and he would give up everything for you, but he’s comforted in knowing you would never ask him to •When you’re sick, there is no way in hell he’s leaving your side - He won’t hover, but he’d be close enough to get you anything you needed and keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you don’t get any worse •He won’t admit it aloud, but one of his greatest fears is losing you •Your opinion on just about anything is the most important thing to him - Ex. A new colour? The first thing he does is makes sure you like it •Your relationship started as a simple friendship of shared interests and overtime grew to be much more before either of you even realized it. There may have been a little rough patch at that point while you both had to step back and accept that there was more than friendship between you •That friendship resonates through your whole relationship - it is the foundation of your bond •He gets incredibly shy when talking about you because even he is aware of how whipped he is and others pointing that out only cause more blushes •Overall~ There is kind of a puppy love-esque innocence to your relationship, but that’s only what it seems upon first glance.  Though you two are lighthearted with one another most of the time, especially while around others, it is incredibly obvious to those close to you that you love one another passionately.  There is an undeniable bond between you that goes much deeper than simple words of affection; you understand each other like no one else can. You have an unspoken understanding of what each other needs and you easily fulfill those needs without question - it just comes naturally to the both of you. And while there is this deep, passionate bond, there is still a beautiful playfulness to your relationship as well. You have a way of laughing together at running inside jokes that no one else could possibly understand; it’s like you’re on your own plane of existence at times. While others may mistake either of you to be naive because of this different thought process, it’s what brings the both of you closer.  There is no better way to describe your relationship other than simply stating that you complete one another. For each of your weaknesses, he has the strength to hold you up and carry you through any challenge you face while you return this same favor without question.  You are a couple to be envied and it’s simply because you both take things as they are and don’t bother trying to force anything that simply doesn’t need to be.

#bap #b.a.p #bap jongup #b.a.p jongup #moon jongup #jongup boyfriend #bap boyfriend series #b.a.p boyfriend series #bap boyfriend #b.a.p boyfriend #my bias list and I are in hiding

[coffee-for-himchan]

Mirrors (Zelo x reader)

Word count: 4.4 k+ (minus the quoted song lyrics)

Genre/warnings: fluff  ❤

Summary: An old song that you had known for years and loved with your whole heart suddenly came on when you and Junhong were casually chilling in your apartment. When he started dissecting the lyrics out of plain curiosity, he was slightly freaked out by how well they fit your relationship, except he started questioning if you really were “the love of his life”, as stated in the song. You both were still so young and how could he be certain, because you still had a bunch of years ahead of you and a thousand miles to go. Unable to think about anything else, he got straight to dancing in order to get all of his emotions out.

(IMPORTANT A/N) This scenario is based on Justin Timberlake’s song “Mirrors” (a song that has been my guilty pleasure ever since it came out). I was casually listening to it and, for some reason, I imagined Zelo dancing the second part/extended ending part of the song, and it seemed so aesthetically pleasing to me that I decided to write this. You don’t really have to know the song, all of the needed lyrics will be quoted, but, just saying, Zelo dancing to that was such a cool and vivid image in my head.

He glanced at his phone, sweat pouring down his face as he stood there in the practice room, breathing heavily from all the dancing he’s done up till now. Everyone had gone on break, so he was the only one in the room, left to stare at his reflection in the gigantic mirrors as he shuffled from song to song on his phone that was connected to the speakers and let his body move just as it desired to the different tunes and rhythms. Although his body screamed out for some much needed rest, his lungs setting more and more on fire with every sharp breath he took and his spins becoming sloppier and sloppier every time, he clenched his teeth together and kept going, as he knew this was the only time of the day when he could properly dance. As the song came to and end, his tall frame stopped moving and stood there, his head hung down low, looking at the ground. He took off his cap and gently let his fingers slip through his wet hair as he slowly made his way to disconnect the phone from the speakers. Seconds later his back hit the cold wall behind him, and he slid down to sit on the floor, his hands tightly clenched onto the phone and his fingers tapping away to find your name in the contacts list. 

“Choi Junhong, you’re such a mystery. I can call you and text you at literally any time of the day and you’ll never respond. Instead you’ll just video call me when I least expect it,” he smiled at his screen as he saw your gorgeous face pop up on it, greeting him the same way you always did. “Hey, you know I always call you whenever I have a little bit of free time, so don’t complain,” he laughed at the screen and so did you. “I’m not complaining, as long as you call me at all, any time of the day, I’m happy,” you told him, genuinely meaning every word you said, making Junhong slightly blush at your boldness, but not too much. Just enough for nobody except of you to notice. “I’m coming over tonight, that is, if you don’t mind,” he said, slightly tilting his head and putting his cap back on, leaning his head back against the wall after he did so. “Sure thing, except I’m not sure if I’ll be done with studying until then. Or if I’ll be done with dinner…” “No worries about that,” he told you, almost cutting you off, “I won’t come over too early though, as we still have a bunch of plans for the day here, and, looking at our very slow pace, we probably won’t get done here anytime soon, with Yongguk hyung constantly vanishing somewhere, Himchan hyung always complaining about the choreo and Youngjae hyung screaming until all of our ears start bleeding,” you chuckled at his explanation of how his day had been so far, and for a second in all seriousness wished that your life was at least half as exciting as his, instead of just being filled with a bunch of assignments and worksheet deadline dates. “Oh, and don’t worry about dinner either, I’ll just get takeout,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, and you happily nodded, a little bit relieved that he spared you the cooking today. “Thanks, babe-” “Ooh, I think the hyungs are coming,” Junhong’s head snapped at the direction of the door when he heard footsteps approaching, “sorry that this was a short one.” “It’s fine, babe. Don’t overwork yourself will ya? See you soon, bye,” you gently blew a kiss at the camera, and he cutely acted as if he caught it and put it on his cheek, waving at you a second later and ending the call when the door creaked open and Daehyun and Jongup walked into the room, or so you thought at least, as it was hard to tell apart the member’s voices through the phone. The day flew by in seconds, and even with all the previously mentioned issues Junhong and the guys managed to wrap up practice earlier than expected. Junhong, as promised, got both of you takeout, and on the way to your apartment grabbed Mochii along for a little adventure. If there was one thing that could boost your mood faster than Junhong’s presence, it was Mochii, and Junhong wasn’t even mad. He just had to admit that he had not only the cutest girlfriend in the world, but also the coolest little doggo. He greeted you with a kiss, picking you up and letting your legs wrap around him as it was mission impossible for both of you to gracefully kiss just standing there, all because of his close to abnormal height. He brushed a few strands of your hair that were falling in your eyes out of the way as he gently cupped your face with one hand, firmly holding you so you wouldn’t fall down with the other, while your own hands were loosely wrapped around his neck. Mochii was barking and being an annoying little bundle of joy, signaling for both of you to stop and give him some much needed attention, and as you broke the kiss, laughing at each other’s face about this nice and homey atmosphere you were currently in, that’s exactly what you did. Soon enough, all of your assignments were done, and you and Junhong were casually lying on the couch, tangled up in blankets and each other, with Mochii joining both of you every now and then. Enjoying some takeout, TV shows and casual discussions, you spent a good few hours like that. Soon you noticed the TV was distracting you from conversation, so instead you put on a YouTube playlist of old and new pop songs just for background noise. “Oh, do you know this song?” you said completely out of the blue after a moment of complete silence when both of you had already almost fallen asleep because of how tired you were. “Hmm? I’m sorry, I don’t think so,” he told you, curious about the song now because it had instantly attracted your full attention.    “Oh, what a shame. I love this song so much,” you told him, snuggling a bit closer to him. At this point it was more than obvious that you both were sleeping tangled up on the couch like this tonight. “It’s feels weirdly familiar in some way, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard it,” Junhong scratched the back of his head, trying to think of how old this tune was, and where it even came from. “It’s a song called "Mirrors” by Justin Timberlake,“ you let him know, quietly mumbling so that you could still properly hear the music, "and for some reason I’ve been clinging on to it ever since it came out. Just hits close to the heart, you know?” you felt him place a tiny kiss at the top of your head, and you smiled. “Was it a personal thing?” he questioned. “Not really, but I’ve always hoped it would be someday,” he felt by the tone of your voice that you were drifting off to sleep, so he didn’t question you anymore, listening to the song instead and letting you fall asleep in his arms as he gently stroked your side and stared off into the distance. The more he listened to it, the more he payed attention to the lyrics. Usually these types of lyrics seemed rather cheesy to him, but in this case he thought it was so well-worded and simple but sweet. He listened to the whole eight minute track without a single thought in mind other than how genuinely sweet and true the lyrics sounded, he seemed completely zoned out, just staring off into the distance and blinking a lot. When the song ended, he quietly paused the playlist and turned off all working devices, feeling that he needed to sleep, but instead of closing his eyes he laid there, looking at your sleepy face, his mind racing from what he had just heard. 

No song up until now has made him think so much, and he even wished a little bit that he would’ve never heard it. The next day came around the corner soon enough, and you were forced to part ways with Junhong for a longer period of time yet again. Dance practice was on the schedule again, and this time it took much longer than the previous day, because Junhong was unable to concentrate. “You sure you’re alright?” Himchan placed a hand on Junhong’s shoulder at some point, and even though he was more annoying than helpful at most times, Junhong was glad he had a hyung who was worrying about him and checking if he was fine. “Yeah, it’s nothing, I’m just thinking about… Some things,” he answered as he walked off, letting Himchan’s hand slide off of his shoulder. Practice soon continued, and all Junhong wanted was for it to end as soon as possible. “Can you leave me the door key, please?” he told Yongguk after everything was wrapped up, and, after receiving a questioning look but no commentary at all (in classic Bang leader fashion), the key was tossed in Junhong’s direction. “Just don’t forget to lock the door when you leave,” Yongguk, who, besides Junhong, was the last person left in the room, stepped into the halfway and closed the door behind him. Phone connected to the speakers just like every previous day, Junhong sat on the floor, legs crossed and phone in hands. “Mirrors” was playing now, and he was careful enough to capture every sentence, every line, and clinge on to it. Why was it that he thought of you and only you upon hearing it? “Cause I don’t wanna lose you now, I’m looking right at the other half of me, The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. Show me how to fight for now, and I’ll tell you, baby, It was easy coming back here to you once I figured it out, You were right here all along...” It all felt so weirdly familiar to Junhong, even to the point that it freaked him out a little. But he couldn’t keep his mind from always trailing back to you, just as if he was a lost wanderer and you were the only true path leading back home. So he sat there and let himself think it all out. ”It’s like you’re my mirror, my mirror staring back at me, I couldn’t get any bigger with anyone else beside me, And now it’s clear as this promise that we’re making, two reflections into one, ’Cause it’s like your my mirror, my mirror staring back at me...” He was young, and you were too. All he’s ever known in life was how to perform and put on an amazing show, but, as adulthood slowly creeped up to him, he realized how not ready he was for it. He realized how many things he didn’t know absolutely anything about. He realized how he could rap 10.8 syllables per second, but couldn’t do some of the simplest daily tasks in life. He remembered how you, the total opposite of him, were able to survive on your own at such a young age, still being a grade A+ university student in the mean time. He recalled how you never made fun of him for not being able to, for let’s say, cook, or work some basic household appliances, instead just always helping him. He remembered how intimidated he felt by your intelligence whenever you talked about your uni work with him, and he remembered how amazed but intimidated as well you felt whenever you saw him rap and dance, instantly feeling like you didn’t deserve to be with him simply because you couldn’t do any of that. The fact that you balanced each other out so well made you two such a perfect match. Being good at many things, but each of you being good at different types of things. Despite being quite the opposite, you were his reflection, just as special and talented but sometimes sad and lost as he was when his busy life schedule got to him. Whenever he extended hid hand, you were like his mirror reflection, touching it from the other side of the glass every single time, without exception, and always being there for him. He really couldn’t get any bigger with anyone else besides of him other than you, or so he thought, as your constant presence, affection, care and encouragement was his fuel, and he needed a lot of that to power his engine in the form of a heart. As the music seemingly died down and he was about to turn it off, it suddenly continued, with one simple phrase being the base for the last few minutes of this track. “You are, you are the love of my life…” Were you? He was young, and so were you. Was it too soon to assume that he had already found the love of his life? And was he the love of your life? What would the older generations have to say about this? Hell, what would the guys think about this, if Junhong, just completely out of the blue, exclaimed “(Y/N) is the love of my life!” at some point? Especially someone like Yongguk. Would he start putting some sense into Junhong’s head as to that a lot could change even in the next few years to count and that he shouldn’t put his hopes up too high, or would he agree because he saw the way Junhong and you treated each other? “I’m still such a lost kid…” Junhong quietly whispered, hiding his face in his hand and slowly typing up a message. “How do you know if someone is the love of your life?” he quickly hit the send button without thinking about it for too long, otherwise he might change his mind and just sit there, completely lost. “Do I look like Yahoo to you?” the slowest man in Korea answered relatively fast, and surprised Junhong with his sudden and almost always absent savageness as well. But the main thing was that he wasn’t asking questions about why Junhong wanted to know the answer to such questions, and that calmed him down and made him less embarrassed for acting like an emotional teenager all over again. “You’re like 200 years old, at least mentally, so I figured you should know,” Junhong typed up quickly, still hoping to get a least some type of more or less inspirational response, and noticing how informal and maybe slightly rude that message sounded, especially when he realized that he had just sent it to his oldest and strictest hyung. “You never know, that’s the point,” Yongguk’s message interrupted Junhong’s worries about coming off as rude, and he was left staring down at his phone screen again. “Not until you have lived that whole lifetime that you are talking about with them, or at least the biggest part of it,” he added after a while, making Junhong’s heart ache a little. “So what you’re telling me is that I won’t be able to call anyone “the love of my life” until my death day?“ "Well, only technically. But don’t let that hold you back from calling someone that way if you really feel like it. Just, instead of a statement, let it be an assumption up until you’ll be a 100% sure than not only you see them that way, but they also see you the same way. Let it be a lucky guess,” this was probably the longest text message Junhong has ever received from Bang, but he smiled down on his phone, being more than aware that his hyung was trying to help as much as he could, not asking additional questions and answering all of the given ones, simply because he as well, just like everyone else, used to be very young and very lost at some point. Replying with at least a “thanks, hyung” seemed like the right thing to do, but Junhong’s mind was wandering places as he put the song back on from the very start and got back up on his feet. Feeling the need to set up a camera to record himself, instead of setting up one he set up a total of three, so he would be captured from a few different angles and perspectives, and started dancing.    Not that he was usually aware of what he was doing, he never knew exactly what the dance would turn out like when he just put on some type of music and started jamming away to it, but this time it felt different. He wasn’t dancing for his own entertainment, and he wasn’t dancing in order to learn or create a choreography for the sake of his group or the fans. This was new, as he wasn’t dancing as B.A.P’s talented rap&dance machine and maknae Zelo, but as Choi Junhong, a barely-adult with tons of stress, self-hatred and the never leaving feeling of being lost (that you mended to the point he felt none of it every time you interacted with him) up his sleeves. ”Yesterday is history, tomorrow’s a mystery, I can see you looking back at me, keep your eyes on me, Baby keep your eyes on me... “ He danced with you in his mind, his signature footwork being more than on point, and his spins as fast and sharp as ever, simply ‘cause he knew he needed to do his best, because you would be watching. Every now and then, snapping back to reality and losing track of what he had in mind for the next few seconds of the song, he glanced at one of the cameras. Knowing that he was recording this for you, he allowed his stare to go right through the lens, telling you that he felt every single word mentioned in the lyrics, and that you were the person he felt that way forwards to. ”Now you’re the inspiration for this precious song, And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home..” He did it over and over again countless times, resting before each and single take simply because at the end of the eight minute track he was a complete sweating and heavily breathing mess, with all of the passion he had for both, you and dance, being put out into this performance of his. At some point he had the grip on his emotions at least halfways back, and that is when he decided he was ready to get the final take done. Throwing another shirt on, he got into position, and danced for another eight minutes that the track went on, this time slightly more reserved and not so over the place, rather with an idea of what he wanted to express and how he wanted to do it in mind. He felt his previously well-timed but hectic movements become calmer, and he was satisfied with the way he glided back and forth, spinning like there was no tomorrow. He made sure to express every part of the song, until he got to the fade out into. Feeling confused and without a single clue of what to do, he smiled to himself, because he was back to his clueless, lost and childish state. He stood there, letting his fingers slide through his hair as he chuckled a bit, looking at the camera right after. Maybe this was stupid, who knew? Maybe what he was doing was cheesy, cliché or any other word used for describing things of such kind, but he suddenly recalled the many times you and him sat at home, just chilling, and you were singing along to cheesy love songs, shooting him glances that he could never catch because you turned your head away from him just as soon as you turned it to face him. There wasn’t the need for explanation, as it was simple. Although you were too embarrassed to admit, you were singing for him (and about him), which you both deep down knew. And now, when he’ll get you to watch this recording of him, you’ll know without any explanation as well. You always do. After editing what he had as good as he could and putting the actual track on top of it, Junhong realized it was around 3 AM already, and understanding that he had no point in going back home, he simply crashed out on the couch, feeling tired but satisfied. The next day, when Yongguk entered the practice room first of all the members, he made sure to wake Junhong up before anyone else arrived and could laugh at him or question him. After remembering why he had stayed there and hadn’t gone home, and after recalling all of yesterday’s debates with himself and his overflowing emotions, Junhong’s  cheeks turned bright red as felt slightly embarrassed. “So I tried not to pay attention to it, but I gotta admit you got me curious. What is this whole “love of my life” thing about, and why didn’t you go back home yesterday?” Yongguk questioned when he sat down on the couch right next to Junhong and passed him a water bottle. Without any explanation, Junhong shoved his phone into Yongguk’s hands and turned on the video. Eight minutes of silence from Bang Yongguk. What could possibly be more torturous in this world? When the video had ended, and Yongguk still hadn’t moved or expressed any emotion, Junhong started worrying, thinking that it was probably a stupid idea all along. "It’s stupid, isn’t it? Ahh, why did I even think this was a good idea-” “No, it’s good. Gets your point across quite quickly and leaves a long lasting impact as well,” Yongguk surprised Junhong with his words, and, as Yongguk saw his friend’s puzzled facial expression, he felt like he had to add something.    “It’s not just for fun and for yourself, it’s for her, right?” he didn’t even say a name because it was more than obvious. Junhong nodded. “I feel like this captures you as a person perfectly, because on the outside you look like an experienced dancer whose freestyle looks more organised than some other dancer’s choreo that they’d been working on for ages. But when you turn to face the camera, it’s more than clear that you’re just acting upon emotion, that emotion clearly being true and pure dedication to someone who means the world to you, and someone who you dedicate all of those lyrics to. Even if you’re not singing the words, your dancing is enough,” he said, giving Junhong a little slap to the chest as he got up. “Be right back,” Yongguk said as he stood up and walked off, leaving Junhong alone in the room again. A few minutes passed. “Here goes nothing,” Junhong exclaimed to himself as he found your name in the contacts list again, and sent you off the video, attaching a little note that said “I’ll try to get a free evening today so I can take you out for dinner. I’ll pick you up at eight, please watch this shortly before then” to it. Minutes passed, and he got a reply, from you. “Yessir, will do as told!” he read quietly and chuckled a little. You were so precious after all. Practice passed, today much faster and much more productive than yesterday. Youngjae stopped screaming all the time (only reason behind that being his sore throat though), and Yongguk wasn’t allowed to leave the room half the time he wanted to do so. Himchan’s never looked so invested in learning and training to properly do a choreo, and Junhong smiled at the thought of his hyungs liking the thing he and Jongup had come up with. He’d almost forgotten about the video, but as he glanced over to the clock and saw it was already six, he excused himself from the rest of practice to be able to go home so he could get changed and drive to pick you up on time. And of course, he started stressing about the dance again in the middle of all of this. The walk from his car to your first floor apartment was one of the most painfully nervous moments in his life, but all changed as you opened the door and looked up at him, eyes full with love, excitement and surprise. “So “Mirrors”, hmm?” you told him as you got on your tippy toes in order to wrap your arms around his neck. He saw you struggling, and since picking you up like last time wasn’t a good idea because you were wearing a dress, he stepped inside your apartment and closed the door behind him first, taking you by the waist and carefully lifting you up and seating you on top of the commode that was standing just a few meters away from the front door and was high enough so your faces were almost on the same level when you were sitting on it. Your arms never left their original place, and his arms wrapped around you right after he had put you down. “I have to admit I fell in love with that song just as quickly as I fell in love with you back then,” he told you, making you slightly blush. “With the love of your life?” you asked curiously, being a little selfish and wanting to hear it from him first. He sighed, but it wasn’t one of those unsure or tired sighs, because a smile formed right after.

“With the love of my life,” he said, pinning his forehead against yours. 

“And I thought I was the only one in this relationship who felt that way,” you told him, feeling better than ever because of the happy aura that surrounded both of you.

“Baby, we still have such a long way to go, but let’s try our hardest to walk it off together,” your caressed his cheek as you tilted your head a little. Next thing you know, a small nod followed, and a kiss right after.

There were very few times Yongguk hyung was wrong, but this was one of them, Junhong was sure of it. Other people might have it harder with their love lives, but he had his sorted out the moment he made you his. His one and only. It was never too soon or too late to give this meaningful title away to someone, as long as you truly felt that way about them. And the fact that you both had just confessed and committed to each other for a whole lifetime, although maybe just because you were both being fueled by your youth and need to settle decisions as quickly as possible, made him wrap his hands tighter around you and move his lips slower and longer against yours. 

“You are, you are the love of my life..”

It kept playing in his head. And in your head you could see the vivid image of him standing in front of the camera and smiling, not knowing what else he could possibly do. You were young, but you knew for sure that this was it. Both of you knew.

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