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Felix, crawling on the bed sensually: Darling I want you to take me to new heights
Chan, licks his lips: Sure baby girl
-moments later-
Felix, shaking with his eyes closed: THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT
Chan, screaming excitedly as he holds Felix's hand: BUT BABY BOY THIS IS THE HEIGHEST I CAN TAKE YOU
The Gyrodrop: *drops*
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Getting High with Felix and Hyunjin - Drabble
Currently obsessed with the idea of getting high with Felix and Hyunjin. Imagine the three of you sprawled out on your bed with you in the middle, patiently waiting for the edibles to kick in. You sit up, suddenly feeling how your body feels lighter and less tense. You look over to Felix, his eyes half open and red as he giggles at a joke on the TV. You look over to Hyunjin, who bites his lips before chuckling at you, "Are you feeling it now Y/N?"
You smile and nod before letting him pull you down into his arms. He holds you tight, one of his hands rubs the small of your back. The warmth of his touch is amplified by your high, his touch has never felt better.
"You wanna know what feels crazy when you're high Y/N?"
"Sure, tell me."
"Kissing."
Felix's ears perk up at Hyunjin's words, "He's right Y/N, have you ever kissed someone while high?" Felix moves his body closer to yours. his hand rubbing your arm.
"I guess I haven't, can you show me how good it feels?" You reply in your best innocent voice.
"Why don't you show her Hyunjin?"
Hyunjin turns you around in his arms to face him, his red eyes stare into yours, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
You reply with a smile and nod, next thing you know, Hyunjin has his hand under your chin, tilting your face up as he gently presses his lips to yours. His kisses are tender and sweet, his smell envelopes you as all your senses are extra sensitive. His lips dance delicately against yours, you can feel his hands move to play with your hair.
The boys were right, kissing does feel better when you're high. As you start to relax into this kiss you hear Felix clear his throat. Hyunjin pulls away, his face looking angelic with slightly swollen lips. "Why don't you give Felix some love now, okay?'
You turn around to have Felix quickly pull your body against his. He wastes no time connecting his lips to yours. His kisses are much rougher than Hyunjin's, much more hungrier. He moans into the kiss, his tongue licking your lip as if it asking for permission to enter your mouth.
You feel Hyunjin become closer to you on your other side, his hands rubbing at any bare skin you have exposed. He starts to kiss and nibble at the back of your shoulder. You moan into Felix's mouth, your body so sensitive from the edible that every touch from both of the boys has you on cloud 9.
The three of you get lost in each other, this is a feeling you never want to end.
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Light At The End | Stray Kids Extra Member AU
You shine bright
Brighter than all the stars
...
And your perfection even in your mistakes
Give affection even when your heart aches
Chan x Nicholas | Those are song lyrics from Alvin and the Chipmunks ;-; | I hope this was to your standards!
WARNINGS: Discrimination, Racism, Could be perceived as self-harm (Nicholas gets hurt twice but is okay with both), anorexia (different for everyone this is based on my experience), I think that's it
I realized I forgot to put warnings, and I am so sorry. (Update 12/22/23 9:20)
Nicholas Ross Master List | Requested: Yes | Of The Tunnel Part 2
"I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be honest," Chan whispered. His voice was loud in the silence of his room. Nicholas sat with him with a stuffed frog in his lap.
They were in their spot again. The place Nicholas first opened up to Chan. The place where Chan swore to help Nicholas find himself.
"What happened?"
You know the phrase, 'Your parents are your first bullies,' right? They told you they did it to prepare you for the world, and it worked. You know the world is cruel, and nowhere is safe for you. Not even your head. Your head is clouded by judgment forced on you as a child.
"Why don't you talk to me?" They whine. They don't realize they follow in their parents' footsteps. They tell your business because it's family, then get angry when you do the same. Isn't that what they taught you?
Nicholas grew up in a world of hate and then got thrown into a world of more hate.
He couldn't handle the ones about his appearance. Why don't they like him? He's tall, has soft skin, has healthy hair, and is happy. He has proper hygiene and cares for his body as much as it allows.
He was used to the comments about his talent, or lack thereof. He could handle the ones complaining about his spot in Stray Kids. Those were easy because they were true. These cuts weren't deep, and they reminded him of home.
"You did good in practice today," Felix said as he looped his arm through Nick's.
"Only because Minho hyung stayed behind and helped. I'm out of rhythm still," Nicholas denied, shaking his head.
But the ones about his appearance? His mother taught him to be proud of his complexion and how his hair grew from his scalp. So, what was wrong with him? Why don't they like him? Why can't they like him?
"Nicholas?"
Maybe he should get a perm. Is that what it's called? A perm? The thing that gives you curls or takes your curls is a perm, right? Whatever, the stylist will know what he's talking about. It was her idea anyway.
"When will you tame these knots?" The woman groaned as she brushed through Nicholas' hair. It hurt, but he wouldn't say anything. She is the hairstylist. This is her job. It hurt when his momma braided his hair, but it always looked good when done.
"What knots? I brushed and plaited my hair," Nicholas explained, looking at the woman in the mirror. She would be pretty if she stopped glaring. Glaring gave her wrinkles around the eyes and reminded him of those pug dogs.
"We should put a relaxer in your hair. The chemicals will make it straight and fix these knots." She ignored him. She kept talking about his unmanageable hair and how difficult it was to work with him.
Relaxer, that's what it's called, or is it both? Nicholas can't remember. He should schedule one. He couldn't tell the members. Jeongin and Changbin would strangle him before letting him get rid of his curls.
"Nick, can you hear me?"
"Did you hear?" Someone whispered, and Nicholas tilted his head. The mirror showed the two stylists behind him.
"He only washes his hair once a month. Twice if his members help him," She grumbled.
The woman in front of her grimaced in disgust, "Could you imagine the build-up?"
"What about his stylist?" The first one huffed, leaning to hide from a passing staff. "Don't you think it's selfish making her deal with the dirt?"
Maybe the relaxer will help make wash days easier. Simple wash days meant his hair could be washed frequently.
His eyes were stinging again.
"Don't rub your eye so hard," Chan scolded as he yanked Nicholas' arm away from his eye. The pull sent a pain up his shoulder, but it's okay. "You still have your contacts in."
Contacts? Oh, the new ones he got from Nicki. After one of the members gave her his account information, she would put money in his account and order things for him. A sweet woman, she is.
For some reason, these contacts prevent him from crying. He likes them.
"Is this about the comments?" Chan whispered. He knew? Of course, he knows. If Chan knows, then Minho knows. Minho finds these things before everyone.
Nicholas still can't find the strategy in Minho's methods.
"Nicholas?"
He did it again. He fell down the rabbit hole. He needs to stop doing that. Did he eat today? He skipped breakfast cause he had an early practice. He promised Hyunjin he would eat later after vocal lessons. He drank a smoothie and ate an apple.
Technically, he didn't lie. Hyunjin would still be mad, though.
"I need to eat something," Nicholas said, more like croaked. Had he been quiet this whole time?
"You're hungry?" Chan asked.
"No." But he knew he needed to eat something. He was doing so well. He ate two meals and four snacks yesterday. And he didn't throw up. He forgot to tell Nicki about that.
Too late now. Progress gone.
"I'm proud of you." Maybe it was how soft Chan said. Or it could have been because of the raw emotion in his voice. But a quiet, pathetic sound left Nicholas' lips, and his fists tightened around the frog. Gentle hands guided him to warmth.
You would think he'd be used to this by now. Comfort through touch or even words. He didn't have that from his parents, and his sister didn't know how to be gentle until they were older.
"I'm proud of you."
There it was again. The phrase that broke him. The phrase that scared him. He used to think love was conditional.
But a genuine love, platonic or romantic, is unconditional, even when it hurts. That's why it hurts to move on or forget.
He was moving now. Where is he going?
"Go to sleep, Nick," Chan whispered. Oh, he's being carried. That's why it's so warm. They're going home? He missed home. He wondered how they were doing.
"Thank you, Starlight," Nicholas whispered.
"You're welcome."
Nicholas Ross Master list | Of The Tunnel Part 2
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A Month Later…
PART ONE OF TWO
~Part Two~
//gn!reader x minsung//
Synopsis: When your ex boyfriends finally decide to contact you after a sudden breakup.
Genre: angst
Warnings: poly relationship, characters being insecure, unsupportive parent, crying, arguing, just overall sad af
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You much rather be at home right now, listening to sad music while crying your eyes out over your recent breakup.
A year-long relationship went in the blink of an eye. No warning signs, no indication that it was about to end. Everything was perfect until a week ago. Hell, even that morning was perfect.
The 20 minutes before it happened was perfect.
Everything was amazing until you sat down to “talk about some things”. You had a huge smile on your face because you had just got done eating your favorite dinner- which was prepared for you.
You were so happy. Literally on cloud 9 since the relationship began. Then it happened.
“I think we should break up”
Looking back on things, you hate how you handled it. Your face immediately dropped, then you laughed and begged for this to all be a joke. When you noticed how serious they looked, you swore the room started to spin.
Everything started to ache, from your heart to your head. You felt like throwing up, and incoming sobs started to form in your throat.
However, everything on the outside looked to be normal-ish with you. A couple of tears slipped, and your breathing got quicker, but besides that, you nodded curtly and left the apartment you used to spend every night at.
You wished you would have fought for the relationship. You wished you asked what was wrong, was it a misunderstanding or something?
You didn’t let all your feelings out until you got back to your apartment. You barely closed the door behind you when you collapsed to the ground.
You cried and screamed all night long, even having some neighbors come by to check on you.
It hurt so bad, even more so since the heartbreak was doubled.
You were with them both, Jisung and Minho. You remember the exact day you guys met.
You had a mutual friend; Chan. One day Chan expressed how he wanted you to meet his friends. He was always telling you about how he wanted to meet new people, and he swore that you’d love the group of boys.
After some days of convincing, you begrudgingly agreed.
A few days later, you were at his house waiting for his friends to show up. You ended up making your world-famous brownies- the ones Chan begged you to make whenever you’d come over. He was eating his third brownie when a group of men suddenly barged in the door.
The first one you saw was Changbin. You immediately thought he was handsome, but his body is what made you subtly bite your lip and shamelessly check him out.
He caught you, of course, and walked over with a shit-eating grin.
“You must be y/n?” He asked. You nod and offer him a brownie. He takes it and bites into it, eyes damn near popping out of his head when he does so.
“Yah Yongbok, you have some serious competition” He yelled out, making you flinch at his booming voice but laughing afterward.
Felix comes to you next, politely introducing himself and taking the brownie you offered. You could tell he loved it by the way his eyes lit up.
He was so beautiful, and his freckles only added to the warmness he gave off. He would spend the rest of the night talking to you about baking and gaming.
The next two were Seungmin and I.N. They were the youngest, and the very obvious menaces to society. They both tried your brownies and tried hard to make it seem like they didn’t like them. You giggled at their silly antics before they would both ask for more.
In all honesty, they were so pretty and polite. Much like Felix, there was a cuteness that made you want to take care of them.
Hyunjin confidently walked up to you and you questioned whether or not a human was in front of you or some sort of God of beauty.
He was perfect, being able to balance being cute and sexy at the same time. He went to try your brownie and you found yourself bursting out with laughter. He looked so sad when he ate, and it made you so happy.
He laughed along with you, and you couldn’t feel more comfortable about the group so far.
That is until they came to you.
One wearing a kind smile and the other looked like intimidation personified. They were like night and day to you.
Jisung reminded you of the color orange, bright and free. He seemed so nice and excited to see you. It made you want to trust him immediately, it made you want to just engulf him in a hug.
Minho reminded you of purple, dark, and reserved. He wasn’t mean in the slightest, but you could tell he cared a lot about the people he loved and was a bit weary of you.
Aside from that, they were both so gorgeous. All the breath in your chest disappeared when you initially saw them. You knew something was gonna happen with them, something told you.
The rest of the night consisted of you getting close to the boys, and by the time they left, you had considered all of them to be your friends.
You got all of their numbers and ended up receiving a text from Jisung the next morning.
That’s how your year-long relationship started. The best year of your life.
You would start talking to Jisung first, and Minho would come just a little while later. They were already established, and at first, you didn’t want to ruin their relationship by adding yourself to it. But they insisted, and your heart was telling you to take the chance.
You won’t regret the relationship at all. It was truly the best relationship you’ve ever been in. You honestly didn’t think it could get any better.
You all rarely fought, you spent so much time together despite your busy schedules and were more than comfortable taking some time for yourselves when you needed to.
No favorites were being played, ever. You loved them equally and you know they felt the same about you.
So why did they do that? Why did they call you over to their apartment early Saturday morning?
Why did they look so happy when you walked into the house? They didn’t kiss you, but they hugged you so tight. Why did Minho make your favorite breakfast?
Why did Jisung make your favorite lunch?
Why did they both make your favorite dinner? Why did they stare at you as you ate? Why did they bring you to the living room as soon as you finished?
And why did they break your heart like that?
These were all floating around in your mind since it happened.
You didn’t plan on seeing them ever again. You made sure to tell the group what happened so you’d be warned if there was any possibility that you’d run into them.
Bless the boys, they did everything they could to support you and your ex-lovers. They showed no favoritism and made sure to comfort you just as much as they did them.
Felix told you they were hurting, and you’re sure he told them the same thing.
This wasn’t your fault though. They broke up with you and didn’t even try to contact you for the entire month that you’ve been separated.
Until this morning.
You now sit on the same couch where everything went down. Jisung and Minho look like they’ve been crying.
No one speaks for a while until you dare to talk, “You called me here. Say what you have to say”
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off the deep end. (01)
~(part 1) the sun and his moon~
pairing: rebel!felix x reader (f)
genre: non-idol au, post-apocalypse/dystopian au. wc: 8.2k
series rating: 18+ **minors do not interact**
chapter warnings: violent mature themes, mentions of murder/execution, death, oppressive government, fighting, gunfire, angst, suggestive content, brief mention of parent death, parental neglect, language, mentions of hunger/starvation, please lmk if i missed any!
a/n: this is my first time posting any of my work, so any thoughts/feedback are very much appreciated and welcome!! i’ve had the idea for this in my head ever since the maxident trailer came out so everyones vibe in this is based on that (with some inspiration for the whole setting/theme from the scars and miroh mvs because i love them both so much). i really want my work to be a kind of escape, and i have big plans for this one :) i hope you enjoy ♡
~series masterlist~
“there's an old story of the sun and the moon. the sun, who loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. the moon, that sacrificed herself every night so that the sun could rise. maybe we were too much like the sun and the moon. deeply in love but too different to exist side by side.”
It had been a long time since he felt the sun against his skin like this. It was comforting, like an old friend, as the warmth fell against him through a break in the heavy fog above.
"Felix!" Chan came up behind him, breaking the silence. "I've been looking for you man. I think we've got something this time. Something big, but it'll take all of us and it wont be easy."
Felix stayed facing the sun. He closed his eyes and lifted his head toward it, resting his hands on the rough surface of the rooftop beneath him. Tuning out the older boy, just another moment was all he needed. Just a few more breaths, a few more beats of his heart. The wind pushed the hair out of his eyes. His freckles becoming darker with every second. Sometimes, on days underneath the sun like this, he wished he would melt away in it. On darker days he wished for the fog to consume him. He wished and he wondered. Was there anything more to this life? Would there ever be?
Felix breathed in deeply once more, letting it out slowly. His eyes were still closed but he could feel Chan beside him now when he spoke.
"I'll do it."
The world you knew today was very different from the one that you read about in books. You read them over and over again until you memorized the pages. Books filled with stories of nuclear wars and the unforgiving nuclear winter that followed, destroying nearly everyone and everything that had existed before. You read handwritten journals that described buildings so tall they were blanketed by the clouds above. They told tales of clear skies and green forests with creatures like aliens, moving pictures on tiny boxes meant solely for entertainment, and something called the internet that held the answers to any question you could ever imagine. All of that was gone now, kept alive by the images created in your head when you read those books. Sometimes you wondered if any of it had ever existed at all.
After the wars, the remainder of the world was condensed and split into 9 districts. As far as anyone knew, the only thing left outside of the 9 districts was barren land that held nothing but stories, carried by ghosts of the past. The 9 districts had been run by your ancestors for generations, currently under rule of your father. They were shaped in large rings, with District 9 at the center, also known as the "Inner Circle". The Inner Circle was where your father's palace, army, and the most wealthy members of society were located. The other 8 districts surrounded the Inner circle and each other, stretching miles upon miles until District 1. At the edge of District 1 stood a wall rumored to be a thousand feet high. It encompassed all 9 districts and therefore everything that was left of the world. Nobody knew what was beyond the wall and nobody dared to find out.
Ever since you were old enough to understand what it meant, you had hated being the daughter of the most powerful man in the world. The horrible things you had seen your father do kept you awake at night. The people he had executed, suspected of conspiring rebellions against him, lived on in your mind. Some of them barely older than you, some younger. He was all you could remember, your mother having died before you were old enough to know her.
For your entire life your father had told you that he did the things he did because he had to. He was only protecting you and the people he was responsible for, so he said. Another way he "protected" you was by keeping you hidden from the world outside. You grew up without any idea of what lie beyond the walls of the palace in District 9. To everyone outside, your existence was nothing more than just a myth.
As you got older, your father started to teach you things like how to fight, lead, maintain order, and hold a position of power through fear. Most importantly, he taught you that love was weakness, which is probably why he never showed any toward you. In a world like yours there was no time or opportunity for friends and certainly not for love. It wasn't like you were completely inexperienced though..There had been nights spent under the protection of darkness in hidden corners of the palace that involved racing heartbeats and forbidden touches. They were nights shared with guards in training or kitchen hands that you barely knew and none of them ever stayed. You didn't let them, for fear of what your father might do to them if he found out. Love was weakness, so you vowed never to let it get that far.
You did everything that was asked of you because you had no reason not to trust your father. Because you had no reason to question the things he told you about how the world works. Because blood is supposed to be able to trust blood, right? And he was all you had ever known, so you followed him blindly. You let him mold and shape you into a carbon copy of himself, until you couldn't ignore it anymore. A sinking feeling deep within you that what you understood about the way the world works was very wrong.
Lately, something had changed within you. You started to crave the truth. You needed real answers to your questions about the surrounding districts and it became clear that you weren't going to find them inside the palace walls. It was then that you decided you would do whatever it took to get them for yourself.
You knew the walls of the palace like the back of your own hand, including the labyrinth of underground tunnels beneath it. You had played in the tunnels as a child and were later taught to use them in an emergency in case a rebellion against your father were to succeed, not that he would let that happen. He was a busy man and spent the majority of his time locked away in secrecy behind closed doors, in the company of his most trusted military generals or advisors. Although he kept a close eye on you, he couldn't be with you all hours of the day and neither could his guards. With all of the training you had received, you were quite good at hiding from them when you didn't want to be found. When you have to be hidden from the world, you get used to blending in with the shadows. You become good at it.
As a result, over the past few weeks you made it a habit of sneaking out at night through the tunnels, beyond the palace and the Inner Circle. Under the protection of darkness and your hidden identity. In doing so, you were finally able to uncover some answers, although you had a feeling you had just barely begun to scratch the surface of the truth.
From the moment you stepped foot onto the cracked streets of the surrounding districts, it became very clear that the things you had always thought to be normal were a luxury beyond District 9. Despite having been kept hidden for your entire life, you knew that you had been born lucky. You just hadn't realized how lucky.
Wherever you went, light from burning fires flickered through the darkness in between broken walls, keeping people who huddled inside them warm. The guilt reached through you to your bones when you met dirty faces and sunken, tired eyes in the shadows of the night.
You hadn't expected the deep rooted hatred that the people had for your father in the surrounding districts, but you quickly came to understand it. You learned that the majority of the resources produced by the other districts and the little that was farmed from the desolate land was collected and kept for District 9. It was distributed among it's incredibly selfish inhabitants, which also happened to include yourself, although you didn't know it until now. They were considered the most "important" members of society, while those beyond were left to survive off of the bare minimum.
The people blamed your father and the generations of your family before him. They blamed the fortunate society members of District 9, and if they tried to rebel they would be labeled as traitors and publicly executed under the order of your father. They had a right to be angry. You were angry for them. You had no idea that this is how things were and you probably wouldn't have believed it until you saw it for yourself. The colorful picture your father had painted of a loving people who looked to him to protect them, take care of them, and keep them safe turned black in your mind.
The farthest out you could make it on foot in one night was District 7. Much beyond that and you wouldn't be able to get back to the palace in time before daybreak. You were also hesitant to go any further because of the possibility of what, or who, lie waiting in the districts beyond. You heard enough from rumors in passing about dangerous clans and bands of thieves who roamed the more remote districts. They wouldn't hesitate to cut the throat of an innocent for a piece of bread, a pair of shoes, or just because they felt like it.
Of course, Districts 8 and 7 didn't compare to the Inner Circle by any means, but at least some skeleton of a society lingered there. Many of the buildings still stood, although their walls were weathered and broken down. Thick grass wove in between cracks like stitches holding them up. Some buildings housed small "shops" where families would trade or sell anything they could scavenge the material to make, just trying to earn enough coins for scraps of food or a blanket to keep warm. There were "schools" held in large dirt fields where children used sticks to draw in the mud. There was a tavern that you liked to visit in District 7 that was almost always empty, but the beer was…drinkable and the bartender was kind.
There was no running water so it had to be collected on foot. No electricity. No rent to pay because nobody owned homes, they just settled where they could. Trading coins between each other for whatever goods they could get their hands on. The roads were so weathered and broken that it didn’t really matter that there were no cars, aside from the occasional military vehicle that passed through the landscape carrying your fathers guards. Always patrolling, always watching. You had a few close encounters with them on your outings, although you had managed to remain unseen thanks to the shadows cast by the moon.
Many of the people from the outer districts spent their days in fields, growing whatever they could from the desolate land. They were paid sparingly by your fathers guards when they came in military vehicles to collect the produce. Many of them didn't work at all, trying to survive and live off of the land themselves. Some travelled on foot between the districts to scavenge for anything to keep their loved ones alive. But it came with a price, the further out you went the more dangerous and less civilized things became. The less life there was, no matter how many humans you ran into. At the edge of it all lie District 1, mostly made up of prisons that held those lucky enough to be left alive by your father. Although, you had a feeling that if you asked them they wouldn't consider themselves very lucky at all.
Tonight, you made your way out through the tunnels wearing clothes borrowed from your only friend Jisoo, a palace maid that you had grown up with. As soon as you stepped off of the palace grounds, your ears were met with only the sounds of your heavy breathing and your feet as they hit the earth. You were a good runner and welcomed the fresh air as it burned your lungs. You ran miles until you found yourself somewhere in District 7 once again. It was a little further out than you usually went, in an area where you probably shouldn't have been.
You stopped at a quiet candlelit tavern with a hanging sign that displayed scribbled writing promising "fresh" water and beer to those that could spare a few coins. The only other person in the small space aside from the bartender was an older man with a gray beard and tattered clothes, slumped over across from you at the other end of the bar.
You stayed a while before tossing the bartender a handful of extra coins to pay for the man’s drink, and a very generous tip. Before he could inquire further about how a young girl like you had come to possess so many coins, you got up and exited the building through the missing doorway. The moonlight welcomed you and the gentle breeze felt good against your skin, sticky from air that was always humid and thick. It was rare to feel a breeze at all so you dropped your hood, closing your eyes. You put your head up to let it settle against you. The light from the moon shined so bright through the clouds that you could almost feel it on your skin, reaching out to envelop you.
After a moment you continued on, leaving your hood down, it’s not like anyone would recognize you anyway. You turned the corner and found yourself at the entrance of a quiet alley where the gravel crunched beneath your feet. Thoughts ran back and forth through your mind as you desperately tried to come up with any way that you could use your position to help the people outside of the Inner Circle. It seemed impossible. You could try to reason with your father but as soon as you revealed what you knew and how you came to know it, he would probably lock you up forever. After all, there were very few people that knew of your existence and you doubted that anyone except for Jisoo would miss you…
“Shit..” you mumbled to yourself after realizing that you had gotten so lost in thought you hadn't been paying attention to the time as it passed. You were definitely going to have to sprint now to make it back to the palace in time before the sun began to rise and someone noticed your absence. After stretching your already tired legs, you turned to start the long journey back but before you could take another step, a dark figure came running around the corner into the alley at full speed.
When he saw you he stopped in his tracks, sliding on the gravel. Underneath a yellow hanging lantern and the light from the moon you could make out the surprise on his face. He obviously hadn’t expected to cross paths with some girl alone in the middle of the night on the way to wherever he was going so quickly. His entrance was so abrupt and brought so much tension to the air that you froze in place, staring back at him with your mouth open slightly.
The boy was wearing a hood, his face partially hidden in the dim glow of the lantern. Despite that, he seemed to be around your age and even in the shadows his features were undeniably attractive. He had dark hair with long strands that fell loosely into piercing brown eyes. You noticed a black bandana wrapped tightly around one of his arms, however you couldn't bother to take your eyes from his to get a better look at it.
You stood facing each other, both unsure of your next move, when a group of voices echoed from somewhere in the distance. The voices were followed by muffled footsteps drawing near. Shifting uncomfortably, the boy in front of you quickly untied the banana wrapped around his arm and put it into pocket of his black hoodie. The pounding footsteps and harsh voices behind him turned into shouts that grew louder with every second.
With swift movement he turned to look behind him and then back to you. As if something gave him an idea, he began to walk toward you. Your eyes widened further with every step he took, until there was less than an arm's length left between you. You didn't even have time to reach for the knife hidden in your waistband before he took his hood down and grabbed your shoulders. His touch was surprisingly gentle as you let him push you slowly into the wall behind you. Still breathing heavily from the chase and even closer now, his breath fell hot against your lips. Trapping you underneath his gaze, he kept his eyes on yours for a moment as if he was searching for something in them, before lowering his head. Without warning, he crashed his lips onto yours.
Your first instinct was to shove him off of you but the way that his soft lips moved against your own, the way they tasted, had something inside of you craving more.
You had been kissed before but never like this.
The men who had been chasing him finally made their way to the entrance of the alley where they stopped. His back was to them but you could see them well enough through half lidded eyes to spot your family crest on their uniforms. They were your fathers soldiers with large guns held in their arms. You wondered what they could possibly be doing out here in District 7 so late at night, chasing after the boy who currently had his lips pressed tightly to yours. Whatever it was, it didn't look like they were planning to let him live once they caught him.
Before they had time to recognize you, or the boy they had been chasing, you put your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He followed your lead and moved his hands to your waist, deepening the kiss and completely blocking their view. Cold rings on his fingers pressed into bare skin where your shirt had lifted up slightly. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you tightened your fingers in his hair. A deep sound from somewhere within his chest escaped his lips when you pulled on the roots.
The kiss had absolutely consumed you. It was captivating, magnetic. So much so that you had forgotten your surroundings entirely, until you heard movement at the front of the alley. The guards must have decided that you were just two drunk lovers who had stumbled out of the nearby tavern moments before, because after one of them shouted something that you couldn't quite comprehend over the pounding of your heart in your ears, they began to move again. Raising their weapons and storming off, leaving you alone with the boy in the alley.
The kiss lasted a little longer than it needed to before you pulled away, pushing him off of you, taking note of the way his toned muscles tensed underneath your hands. You just hoped it was dark enough that he couldn't see the way your cheeks flushed.
He seemed a bit surprised and you were sure it was because he probably hadn't expected you to kiss him back, especially not the way that you did. After turning to make sure that the soldiers had gone, he looked back to you. Your faces were still only a few inches apart despite you breaking the kiss, and his appeared as though it had been hand carved by some higher power above. It was the first time you had looked at his features well enough to appreciate the freckles that decorated the soft skin underneath his eyes. Eyes that held a sort of intensity that you couldn’t even begin to describe.
There was something in them that pierced all the way through you to your soul. A kind of familiarity almost, that you couldn’t quite discern, but god did the way he was looking at you right now make you certain you would have done anything for him in that moment. No matter the cost. He hesitantly brought his thumb up to run it over your bottom lip, wiping his own saliva and the kiss off with it. You thought briefly that he might lean down to kiss you again and you probably would have let him, although you'd never admit it.
Instead, he spoke.
"Thanks." His voice came out barely above a whisper but it shattered the silence.
It was much deeper than you had expected, sending chills up your spine. You also detected the faintest hint of an accent, leading you to believe that he wasn't from anywhere around here at all. Accents varied the further out you went from the Inner Circle and his was noticeable with just the one word.
He lingered for a moment there with his thumb on your lips before stepping back, pulling his hood up. Without another word or giving you the chance to respond, he turned to go.
His pace picked up into a jog as he made his way around the corner, out of the alley, and back the way he came. You stood there staring into the darkness until the sound of his footsteps faded into the night, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
Only his taste on your tongue to remember him by, along with a sinking feeling that your world would never be the same.
It had been exactly 2 weeks since you crossed paths with the boy in the alley and it had been exactly 2 weeks that you hadn't stopped thinking about him. The unfamiliar sense of safety that you felt underneath his piercing gaze. His freckles that you took note of only after your faces were just inches apart. His plush lips and the way they felt against your own. His voice. You traced your fingertips along your lips, moving them down to where he had gently gripped your shoulders before leaning down to kiss you. When you closed your eyes you could feel his touch, permanently burned into your skin.
You hadn't gone outside of the palace grounds since that night for fear that you'd see him again. Or maybe you were afraid to admit that you hoped you would. Why had he been running from your fathers guards? They wouldn't have been there unless it was serious as they only became involved in something when it was directly related to your father and his orders.
Did you do the right thing in helping him to hide from them? Right and wrong were so muddled in your head at this point that you weren’t sure if it even mattered anymore. You weren't even sure if you were capable of doing the right thing considering the blood that ran through your veins.
One thing you were sure about is that in that moment something was pulling at you to keep him safe. Something bigger than right and wrong.
Sighing, you got out of bed, the sky was still dark in the morning hour, the palace ground cold under your feet. Today wasn't just any day, it was one you had been dreading. It was the day that your father had planned to throw a grand ball at the palace where he was going to finally reveal you to his most trusted advisors and the rich society members of the Inner Circle. Up until now, the only people who knew of your existence were within the palace walls. The staff, your father's army, guards, your trainers and tutors, all sworn to secrecy. Up until now, you were a ghost in the palace, regardless of your position as his daughter. But that was about to change.
Your father had decided that it was time for you to have a larger part in ruling the 9 districts beside him, and to do so you would need to be officially introduced to the world.
Was he finally going to tell you the truth? That he wasn't the righteous leader that he claimed to be, but a ruthless monster who stole resources and left innocent people to fend for themselves beyond District 9. Would he tell you the price he continuously paid to destroy anyone and anything that threatened his authority?
No, he wouldn't. As long as he lived, he wouldn't.
Even though he wanted you to stand beside him now, you knew that it was just for show. Even after your face was revealed, your influence in how things were run would remain nonexistent.
You had accepted it. You accepted the fact that all you could do for now was play along until you could come up with some way to use your position to help the people outside, but you didn't even know where to start. Sure, becoming leader of the 9 districts some day after your father was gone would allow you to change things, but you didn't have time to wait that long. They couldn't wait that long.
Letting out a frustrated groan you rubbed your temples, feeling a headache already coming on. You just had to focus on tonight and get through the ball despite the fact that the thought of so many eyes on you, permanently associating you with your father and his regime, made your skin crawl.
You stepped into the corridor outside of your bedroom after freshening up and gave a small wave to Jisoo who looked even more stressed than usual as she buzzed by you. Her arms were full of lavish decor to set up for the festivities. As you moved through the palace, staff hustled around you making their way to the grand hall where they were setting out desserts alongside rarities including fresh cuts of meat, cheeses, and drinks with real fruit in them. It made you sick to think that nearly everything being used to set up for tonight had been taken from the surrounding districts. You wished you could give it all back to them. To the starving families. To the old bartender who had been kind to you in District 7. To the boy with the freckled face that you kissed in the alley outside of it.
You wondered what life was like for him. Was he hungry? Did he have somewhere safe to sleep at night? A family to protect? You shook your head as if the action would help you to physically push him out of your thoughts.
But he was persistent.
The day passed quickly and before you knew it you were being poked and prodded into an extravagant red gown with a tight corset that made it difficult to breathe.
"I dont understand why we need to make such a big deal of this..” You complained to Jisoo as she put the finishing touches on your hair after the others had left.
"You know...I bet your father is going to keep an eye out for potential suitors…" she trailed off, giving you a soft smile.
“What do you mean?" you inquired, eyes wide. And Jisoo laughed.
"For marriage! He's going to want to pick someone for you who will be an asset to your family in the future. To help you keep the districts in order after he's gone. I hear there's plenty of matches lined up and just wait until they see you."
She was right, you did feel pretty in the dress despite how incredibly uncomfortable it was. But how could you even pretend to care about any of this right now, let alone marriage to some stranger who, for all you knew, could be even worse than your father. If that was even possible.
"Before tonight my existence was just a rumor..How can any of them want to marry me!?" you asserted.
"When your father is…." she trailed off again clearly trying to come up with the right words to use. "-when your father is who he is, do you think it really matters to them who you are?"
One thing about Jisoo is that she was never afraid to tell you what she thought. Unlike the rest of the staff in the palace, who walked on eggshells around you because of their fear of your father.
You fell silent after that, contemplating her words. After putting the finishing touches on your hair she gave you a tight hug and left to allow you a moment to yourself before the ball. You wondered what your life would be like if you were married and your goal of finding some way to help the people outside felt even further away.
Somehow the boy from the alley made his way back into your mind. A life with him certainly wouldn't involve tight corsets and suffocating lies. But then again, you didn't even know him. He was just a fleeting moment. A glimpse of something beyond the life you had always known, and while your lingering thoughts of him were a welcome escape from reality, they would fade with time.
He had probably already forgotten about you.
Later that evening you stepped out atop the grand staircase overlooking the great hall. Although the space had always been one of your favorites, it was exceptionally breathtaking tonight. The hall was like a breezeway, connecting two main parts of the castle. It was made entirely of glass, including a glass ceiling that you could see the night sky through. The warm golden lighting and massive chandelier added to the beauty of the space underneath. You noted the higher than usual number of armed guards on duty as they lined the hall, dressed in black with large guns rested in their arms.
At the start of the event your father had joined you at the top of the staircase above the growing crowd below. He was as stoic as ever in a sleek black suit and it was the first time you had seen him in a few days. He was always so busy that it wasn’t rare for a week or two to go by without speaking to him at all. Lately he seemed even more distracted.
Shortly after he joined you he began to speak to the crowd below, thanking them for their presence tonight at this monumental occasion. Voice commanding, expression devoid of all genuine emotion. Although tonight may have looked like a celebration on the outside, it was all business to him, all everything ever was. You looked out over the citizens of District 9 gathered below in their flashy outfits and eccentric hairstyles. Some of them wearing the only jewels and diamonds left in the world. You cringed when they clapped and cheered for you, the future leader of the 9 districts.
It was going to be a long night.
After the speech ended (and the exaggerated applause died down) you reluctantly made your way down the stairs. You maintained composure just as your father had instructed and he tightened his grip on your shoulder if you spoke too much to the eager guests. You were to come off as refined and elegant but authoritative and commanding, like him. It was of the utmost importance that you portrayed that tonight as it was the first time that you were meeting with anyone from the public and you needed to earn their respect, not that you actually cared what they thought of you. You would never be allowed to show the side of yourself to them that you showed to Jisoo. You rolled your eyes to her across the room behind your fathers back throughout the night, sharing silent laughter, as she made sure that the guests glasses stayed full of wine. Jisoo was your only friend and the only one who really knew who you were, but even she didn't know everything.
As the hours dragged on you were paraded around and introduced to all of the most important faces and names in District 9. You thought your wrist might actually fall off if you had to grab onto one more sweaty hand of a boy your age far too eager to touch you and personally introduce himself to your father.
Just as you decided that you physically couldn't take it any more and were going to need to find a moment to slip away before you actually lost your mind, the lights flickered.
They flashed on and off for a moment before going out completely.
The hall fell dark for no more than 10 seconds, illuminated only by the moon and the candles dispersed throughout. Haunting silence flooded the space.
When the lights returned whispers began to spread through the hall like wildfire. Your fathers guards shifted uncomfortably, hands falling to their weapons. You noticed a few of them make it a point to pick you out of the crowd, locking their eyes on you. Your father was across the hall where he had been engrossed in a conversation with a short man sporting a leopard print coat that touched the floor. You watched him scowl and excuse himself from the man, moving with urgency toward a small group of guards nearest to him, not bothering to look for you.
Before you had a chance to process what happened next, a deafening sound spread across the hall like thunder. The vibration was so strong that it shook the floor beneath your feet, shattering a pane of glass from the ceiling above. It was as if time had stopped with all eyes trained on the falling glass and then, like turning on a switch, the pieces shattered against ground and chaos ensued.
The next thing you registered was what sounded like muffled gunfire, followed by the glass walls of the hall shattering to pieces around you. Smoke began to fill the room from cans that were thrown in from the darkness outside, through broken spaces in the glass.
Shortly after the smoke began to collect, six..seven..maybe eight figures dressed in all black with bandanas covering the lower halves of their faces appeared. They rushed in through the broken glass walls, as if they had materialized from the night itself. The intruders moved swiftly, yelling to each other although their voices were barely audible over the screaming civilians.
You fixed your eyes on the bandanas they wore. Why did they look so familiar? Who were they? Where had they come from and how had they even gotten onto the palace grounds, let alone inside it??
Thoughts spiraled inside your head, too stunned by the scene before you to let you move. You caught sight of large guns held by two of the eight boys, one with a stocky muscular build and one that appeared to be leading the group. It was even more surprising when you observed a group of your father's guards run up and make contact with the boys, tossing a couple of them their own guns. You blinked rapidly but it did nothing to erase the scene that played out in front of you. The palace was easily the most heavily guarded place in all 9 Districts, but it had never occurred to you that any of the guards would dare double-cross your father.
Maybe not everyone was as afraid of him as you had thought.
Had they been the ones to help the boys gain access tonight?
The smoke flowed in waves around you, growing heavier as more cans were dropped into the hall from backpacks that a couple of the younger looking boys wore. Civilians screamed and cowered under tables in fear while you stood with your eyes trained on one of the boys in black whose figure looked a little too familiar.
You had to give it to them, the smoke was a smart cover on their part. Visibility in the hall had become so low that your father's men were holding back from shooting at the boys, for fear of striking a civilian.
You kept your eyes trained on the eight as they rushed toward the grand staircase, turning over tables and shooting occasionally at expensive looking objects and the glass around you with their borrowed weapons. They weren't aiming at people and didn't seem to be trying to hurt anyone. It was almost as if they just wanted to spread fear, feeding the chaos. Fights broke out between your fathers guards and it was incredibly confusing because you couldn't be sure which side any of them were on at this point.
Between the smoke, fighting between guards, occasional gunfire, and scrambling civilians, the boys succeeded in making their way to the top of the staircase. When they did, you witnessed two of them break from the group, the apparent leader and his well-built counterpart from earlier. As if it had been carefully scripted, the two quickly left and broke into a run heading deeper into the palace.
The guards below remained focused on each other, your father nowhere to be seen. The six boys left at the top of the staircase turned and pulled out objects from their backpacks. The objects they withdrew looked like tubes that they opened to slide out large banners. Each banner was dropped over the staircase landing, and together they displayed a message. The words painted in red.
TURN EVERYTHING UPSIDE DOWN
THERE IS NO PLACE FOR YOU HERE ANYMORE
THIS IS OUR DISTRICT NOW
Your eyes widened and you turned to look for your father, a guard, anyone, to see some kind of reaction but at this point the air was so thick that you could barely make out the writing on banners that had been dropped. The only reason you could see them through the smoke was because you were so close to the bottom of the stairs. It was obvious that the banners were meant to remain to be seen when the smoke cleared. It was a message to your father and the citizens of District 9, a message to you.
Just as quickly as they had dropped the banners, the remaining boys were joined by the other two, returning from wherever they had gone within the palace. They shared a quick word between themselves and with a command from their apparent leader, they began to urgently make their way back down the staircase.
Civilians continued to scramble and claw their way around you in panic. Emerging from the smoke, a large burly man covered in purple silk robes ran into you while trying to make his own escape. He crashed forcefully into your shoulder without looking back, causing you to stumble on your dress. Unable to regain your balance, you fell into the person running by you on the other side. They caught you before you hit the ground, letting out a deep grunt when you collided. When you looked up to meet their eyes your mouth dropped.
The air was ripped from your lungs when you made eye contact with the boy who had kissed you in the alley two weeks ago. He was dressed in all black like the others, with a bandana covering the lower half of his face and a heavy weapon strapped to his back. Even with half of his face hidden, you would have recognized the look in his eyes anywhere. He quite literally hadn't left your mind since that night, and here you were in his arms now.
He was one of the eight.
Still in disbelief, you moved quickly out of his hold, standing up to get a better look at him. He didn't seem to recognize you at first but when he pulled down the bandana to take a breath you saw his expression change from confusion to realization.
You held his eye contact wearing the same dumbfounded expression on your face and you knew. You knew. There was no doubt in your mind that it was him. His freckles had been revealed when he pulled down the bandana, the same one he had been wearing around his arm that night you first met. The dark brown hair that fell down into his eyes was pulled up at the back. When his gaze fell to your family crest on the necklace you wore, realization that he hadn't just kissed some random girl that night but the daughter of the most powerful man in all 9 districts spread over his face. You swear you saw the faintest hint of a smirk make its way across his lips when he looked up at you.
His eyes held a different sort of intensity compared to when you first met. There was something dangerous within them now and although you had been confident that he wouldn't hurt you that night in the alley, you weren't so sure that was the case anymore.
For a moment he looked as if he was going to say something to you. Hip lips parted slightly but before he could speak, one of your fathers guards came up behind you and grabbed your arm tightly, pulling you with such force that you jerked back. The guard pushed your head down and began to drag you with him. You struggled in his grasp to turn your head, watching as the boy from the alley stepped forward. He seemed to briefly contemplate following you, but again before he had the chance to move any further, another one of the eight emerged from the smoke. They began shaking his shoulder to gain his attention.
"FELIX! Can't you hear me?! What are you doing?! They're everywhere man we need to go NOW"
Felix.
Snapping back to reality, he quickly replaced the bandana over his face and tore his eyes from yours. They turned to make their way back to join the others when the boy, that you now knew to be named Felix, narrowly dodged a bullet as it whipped by his head. You moved to see where it came from and yelled at the guard who had hold of your arm moments before, his gun now raised beside you.
"Are you crazy?! You could hurt a civilian!"
Of course, you didn't actually care much about the civilians scrambling around you. It was just that you swore you felt your heart stop when the bullet barely missed Felix's head.
The guard ignored your words and went to aim at the boys again but before you even had time to think about what you were doing, you moved and stepped in front of him. The cool barrel of the gun pressed against your skin. You turned around where Felix met your gaze again. His eyebrows arched in surprise, obviously taking note of you putting yourself between him and the gun. To anyone on the outside it would have looked like you were protecting him.
Were you protecting him?
You mouthed "go" and if you had blinked you would have missed the nod he gave you in return. Without wasting another second to risk being shot at again, he spun around, following his comrade into the smoke. They moved quickly out of sight with a herd of your fathers men running after them. Many of the guards from earlier that appeared to have been working with the boys lay motionless on the ground now.
The guard beside you dropped his gun and replaced his death grip on your arm, dragging you with him once again. He was furious that you had ruined his shot, however he still had the chance to do something worth being recognized by your father if he was the one to get you to safety.
You looked back at the hall in the hopes of catching one last glimpse of Felix, but he and the others were already long gone. They would have escaped back the way they came, through the shattered glass walls, with your fathers men close on their heels. They were probably being hunted right now in the darkness outside.
Please. Please just let them make it out.
You begged with your thoughts to whatever higher power might be listening in. You couldn't explain it but you needed them to make it out alive. For some reason, the thought of a lifeless Felix joining the other bodies that lay motionless on the ground made your stomach churn.
The thought of him being dragged back alive for your father to deal with made it worse.
The guard turned a corner with your arm still in his grasp and the sounds from the hall faded with every step you took. He made his way down the corridor before throwing you into a room at the end, locking the door behind him. You shook the knob but it was no use. Sliding your back down the door you sat crumpled against it, your red dress spread out around you.
None of it made sense. Why would the boys risk their lives to send a message? Then again maybe it wasn't about the message at all. You remembered when two of them left the group after making it to the top of the stairs, heading briefly into the palace. Had the banners and the chaos they created actually been meant to act as a distraction? If that was the case, why had they really been here tonight? How had they even come into contact with your fathers guards outside of the palace and how had they convinced some of them to betray him?
Why was he with them?
Felix.
His name rolled off of your tongue. He was the enemy. You knew that. You should know that. But something made you step in front of a loaded gun to keep him safe tonight.
Maybe you weren’t on opposing sides. After all, you didn't really have a side anymore anyway…Not that he would know that. As far as he knew, you were just like the rest of them.
After what felt like hours of sitting on the floor with your head in your hands, you were about to doze off when the lock opened with a swift click behind you. You stood immediately, backing away when the door opened and you were met with the same guard from earlier who had locked you in the small room.
“Its over. I’ve been instructed to take you to your quarters until further notice. The palace is on lockdown.” He motioned for you to come out, clearly irritated that he had been the one sent to collect you.
“My father-“
“-is alive” he cut you off. “And no, I didn’t tell him what you did getting in front of my shot like that. Stupid girl. It would have been worth the civilian risk to get at least one of those bastards,” he huffed.
Did his words mean that they made it out alive? You made a point to mask any trace of concern in your voice when you spoke.
“They got away?” you paused before adding “all of them?”
“Yes all of them. All eight. They had a vehicle waiting just outside of the palace gates and they were gone before we could get to any of ours. How the hell they got access to one of our vehicles and convinced some of our own men to double cross your father nobody knows. At least the traitors got what they deserved.”
You shuddered looking away. The men that had betrayed your father must have known their fate was inevitable, and yet they thought whoever those eight boys were and what they stood for was worth sacrificing their lives.
You turned back to the guard as he spoke again, putting on your best attempt at masking the relief that washed over you when you heard the boys had made it out safely. All of them.
“As for the eight rebels we will find them. Under order of your father we will find every single one of them and I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when he gets his hands on ‘em. Now come on, I said let’s go.”
The tone in his voice told you that you weren’t going to get anything else out of him right now, he wasn’t exactly your biggest fan to begin with, so you stepped out through the doorway. Your footsteps were the only sound, echoing throughout the eerily silent corridors while the two of you made your way through the palace. Up stone steps, you walked deeper in the direction of your bedroom.
Only one thing remained on your mind as you replayed the events of tonight over and over in your head.
Him.
Felix.
You couldn’t ignore that from the moment he disappeared tonight, part of you desperately hoped you would see him again. You were afraid the same part of you would be willing to do whatever it took to make sure that you did, and that terrified you more than anything in this world ever had.
Part 2
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Fated by the Stars (9)
Straykids ot8 x Reader
Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting.
Summary - One spiked drink from your ex alpha, leads to your pack falling in love with you even more. You also learn to trust and love them just as much.
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE NSFW 18+ This is a romance style chapter pre-heat.
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The heat was dancing along my skin, the lust to feel love growing with every second. I was being carried by Changbin, he began to bring me down into the pack room. I'm glad now that we had already put a lot of my favorite furs, blankets, and pillows in here. My omega was already feeling a lot more comfortable at the sight of all the necessary nesting items. I felt her preen knowing this would be my first heat with a real nest full of my favorite things and eventually favorite people.
I wiggled around in Changbin's arms, I needed to make that nest. He carefully set me down and I quickly began to run around. I grabbed all the furs and blankets I could, The boys noticed my struggle and came to help me. Picking up every nesting item and creating a pile of them in the middle of the extra large bed.
Once everything was gathered, I began to sort them by item to make it easier to know what would go where. I had a pile of pillows, blankets and furs. I grabbed a black fur, white fur, grey fur and orange fur. I handed them to Chan, Changbin, Jisung and Jeongin. "You guys need to scent these furs for me." They were quick to follow my instructions. I went back and picked up an orange citrus plush blanket handing it to Minho, and a grey cloud blanket to hyunjin. Both of them understanding what to do as well. Finally I grabbed the yellow sun blanket for seungmin and the off-white lemon blanket for Felix. While they all scented their items to their best ability. I began to set up the spare blankets and pillows. I used the pillows to easily set up a large round wall. Over that I placed the blankets, tucking them in under the pillows for better stablity on the walls of the nest.
Once I finished the walls, I looked back to my mates to see them standing there staring at me with all the love in their eyes. I blushed before slowly taking the Black fur from Chan. I placed it on the part of the nest closest to the top of the bed. Then Minho handed me his orange citrus plush blanket which I placed right next to the fur. Jisung gave me the grey fur which went right next to minhos plush blanket. The smells of my mates slowly filling the nest was bringing more and more happiness to my omega. Changbin handed me the white fur he scented and the hyunjin gave me his blanket. I kept the pattern around the circle going. Until finally all the furs and blankets were in a pattern around the nest. All of it was tucked it to stay put and I basked in the heavy amounts of their scents.
The boys all knelt down next to my nest, smiling at me on the inside of the nest. I could feel the heat in my core expanding as I watched my mates. My core began to slick up, the smell enticing my mates as their faces stiffened into a hungry emotion. I bit my lip as a whimper fell from my lips. Chan stalked closer looking down at the net then back at me, I gave him a nod and he entered quickly.
I sat on my knees looking up to him as he kneeled in front of me. His hand slowly caressed my wrist before traveling up my arm. His hand stopped when it reached my cheek. "While you aren't in the omega heat haze, I need you to answer me truthfully okay little girl?" I nodded and he continued. "First are you okay with us fully mating with you during this heat, or would you wish to wait longer?" I thought about it for a moment. "I want to mate with you all, I want the mark and all that comes with it. I don't want Sang-Jun to ever be able to take me away from you guys." I heard some growls at the idea of SangJun affecting me again. Chan nodded. "Okay then we will make sure you experience the best most romantic heat of your life this week. I also need to know if you are on any birth control? Or do I need to go pick up some emergency heat birth control?" I blushed. "You need to go get the emergency stuff first." He nodded looking to Minho who immediately nodded and back at him before rushing off.
"Alright little pup, Today we are going to feed you a lot and make sure you're extra hydrated before you become hazy. I know you probably want eat much of anything for however long this lasts. Can you please follow what we ask you? It would make your pack really happy to see our omega taking care of herself before her heat." I nodded quickly. "I promise to listen to my pack, I'll make pack happy." My omega was already beginning to try and take over. My slightly simpler speech being the most obvious sign of my quick coming heat haze.
Chan held out his hand and pulled me up and out of the nest. He handed me off to the maknaes telling them to give me a relaxing bath while the others would make us dinner. The boys brought me into the bathroom. Jeongin was carrying me, Felix began to fill the bathtub and Seungmin pulled out my favorite soaps. Jisung had joined the others in making tonights dinner so I had these three maknaes.
The bathtub was like the size of a hot tub, they built it like this so multiple pack mates could have a romantic bath together. They had done this renovation when I arrived, seeing as I was an omega they knew they would need and want to have such baths. I watched as Felix grabbed the pack of roses from Jisung, then he began to sprinkle them into the bath. Jisung on the other hand unwrapped a purple bath bomb and placed it inside. While they fixed up the bath, Jeongin sat me down on the sink counter. He helped me undress and then undressed himself.
Finally the bath was ready and both Jeongin and I got in together. Quickly Felix and Jisung undressed to join us as well. I smiled enjoying both the heat of the water and the heat of Jeongin whose lap I was sitting it. I leaned back against him and sighed, the heat was helping calm the ache starting to burn in my core.
"is our 'mega feeling relaxed now?" Felix asked while he held my hand, massaging it lightly. "Yes Lixxie" I whined out with a smile. Suddenly Jeongin had me lean forward so he could wash my hair. He got some shampoo from Jisung as the soaps were all behind him. After lathering up the top of my head he began to move down the rest of my long hair. The massage this gave me was more than just relaxing. When he finished lathering into my hair, he grabbed a cup and began to wash the soap from my hair.
After he finished I was handed over to Jisung, who had the 3 minute miracle deep conditioner. He put some in his hands and started like Jeongin from top to bottom. He needed to get more every now a then to evenly cover all my hair. Once he finished adding it to my hair, He evenly grabbed it all putting it up into a make shift bun. it had to sit for a few minutes to work its magic. I stayed sat in between Jisungs legs while the other two came over closer. They each grabbed and arm and lifted it out of the water to wash with some soap. They then did the same with my legs, it felt nice to get a small massage like this. As soon as they were done, Jisung could finally wash out the conditioner in my hair. It only took a few minutes but soon I was all washed up. However within the next minute I could feel a heat flash in my core causing me to whine and whimper. All of the scents of my pack mates around me became suddenly much stronger. My slowly increasing heat causing me to become more sensitive to their scents. I'm sure I was now becoming a bit slicker with every second.
I reached for the alpha among the three, he was the only one among them that could knot me. While beta's couldn't knot they could still help with a heat by themselves if needed. The feeling of being 'impregnated' was enough to calm the heat for a while. However the time between a sated spike in heat and when the next would come was much shorter without the knot. For example while I could rest for about 2 hours between an alpha's knot and the next heat spike. A beta summing inside would only give me an hour break before the next spike. Science said it was something to do with an enzyme in non-omega semen. My omega would always automatically go for the alpha in the group but that didn't mean I didn't want or love my beta mates just as much.
"Alpha it burns..." I cried out in his arms. I felt him stiffen slightly as a purr came from his chest. "I'm sorry 'mega. I wish I could but we can't risk speeding up your heat until you have had dinner." I felt hands on my back as Jisung and Felix began to massage my back. They focused more on the area around my core to help relax the heat. Their hands worked magic as the intensity began to simmer down again.
With my body calmed down, the boys helped me out of the tub and I watched as Jisung and Jeongin threw on their boxers before running for extra clothes for us. When they came back I was given clothes from each of the alpha's. I smiled and began to dress myself I had boxers from Jeongin, shorts from Changbin, some fuzzy socks from minho and an oversized shirt from Chan.
I basked in their scents, the alpha pheromones helping to calm the heat in my core more. This was another thing that alphas were gifted with when it came to omegan heats. Their scents were stronger when it came to calming an omegas heat. However Betas scent did do the same they were just less effective.
Jisung came over and picked me up like a baby. I smiled and nuzzled into the corner of his neck and shoulder. He began to carry me as the other followed helping him open and close doors. We made our way up the stairs and into the kitchen dinning room area. As soon as we entered the area I could smell the delicious smells of cooked meat. Spicy lamb skewers with it perfect sides decorated the table. Jisung sat me down in my chair and I wiggled happily in anticipation of a good meal. However I could feel myself dropping more as the heat haze started to slowly cover my consciousness.
Next to me sat both Chan and Minho, the eldest alphas knowing they would have the best control as my heat sweetened my scent. Chan place lot of meat on my plate while minho focused on the healthier side options. Minho spoke first "We need you to finish this whole plate at least okay baby? This will give you just enough nutrients and vitamins before your heat. If you can eat more that would be even better." I nodded. "Yes alpha, 'mega will finish the whole plate." Chan chuckled next to me. "Seems like we are losing time, your heat is coming on faster than expected." I smiled at him as we all began to dig in and eat. Minho then spoke up again while I ate. "Chan and I will take care of you first, being the pack Alpha and his Second in command we get to mate first with you. It's been a tradition that we wanted to keep up. Okay pup?" I nodded and continued to eat, trying to finish quickly so I could eat more before I was gone and succumb to the heat. Chan finished the rest of Minho's words by speaking next. "Each of us will mate with you and bond with you for life. You will be decorated with each of our marks, and each of us will get to adorn a mark from you."
Among packs that had omegas, no matter how many, the betas and alphas would all leave a mating mark on the omega. While the betas and alphas would only have a mating mark left from an omega. It was a tradition as old as time and one that seemed would never fade. For packs that were completed without an omega, then the mates would chose how they wish to leave mating marks. Typically everyone would get to mark everyone else and they to would be adorned with every other pack members mark.
Just the thought of being covered in all 8 of my pack mates marks, it sent heat to my core again as I whimpered around the lamb skewer in my mouth. The haze covering nearly the entirety of my conscious now. As it increased my appetite decreased, but that was okay as I had just finished my second plate when I lost the ability to eat. No one seemed to really notice my state, so I lightly grabbed Chans hand. He looked at me and I looked up at him with innocent eyes before moving his hand down to my core. When he felt the slowly increasing slick combined with the lusty intense heat. "Help please alpha..." I whined softly to him. I heard him growl as he quickly set his food back down and wiped off his face with a napkin.
"Boys when you are done eating take care of cleaning up the dishes please. Once you're done you can come down and join us in the den. We will be sleeping down there together for a while, so grab whatever you need before coming down. For now Minho and I have a whiney Omega to take care of." Minho quickly joined chan and I as he picked me up to carry me to the nest. "Come on Princess, let's take care of that problems shall we?" Behind us I watched Minho grab a paper bag before following us down the stairs.
That was the last conscious thought I had as the heat hazed over my vision. I was in full omega mode now, and only a knot from my mate would sedate me.
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Sunset Valley - End of Days
Chapter Two - "Unlucky Survivors" - Part II
River’s Journal – December 31st, 1989 - January 6th, 1990
Greg was busy playing with his Imaginary friend. He loved that doll, it seemed. Masaharu told me that one of the potions that he’d created was something that he had no idea what it did. He’d drunk one himself just to see what it did, but it did nothing – it was a gold-colored fluid and we had no idea what it was supposed to do. Hopefully Masaharu would be OK. He said he hadn’t suffered any ill-effects from it at any rate. It probably would be best if he didn’t do that again.
Bebe, taking matters into her own hands knowing that Holly was lonely - there wasn’t anyone her age to pair up with. So using the science station, Bebe asked Masaharu to donate some of his genetic code so that she could make a clone of him. Masaharu, I don’t know if he really put much thought into this, but he readily agreed. I’m not sure I would have wanted another clone of Haruo wandering around with someone else. But Bebe...well, she is a bird of another feather
Unfortunately, that particular science station cloning experiment failed and it seemed as though that was going to be a dead-end. However Clarissa got in on the act and decided that she would make a clone drone potion which Bebe, once she got that in her hot little hands, handed over to Masaharu who used it on himself. After the nice dark cloud that enveloped him dissipated, there was a young man who stood beside Masaharu that was practically for all intents and purposes the exact duplicate of him. He was a strapping young man who bore a striking resemblance to Masaharu. Masaharu named him Torahide. Torahide would probably get himself a haircut to differentiate himself from Masaharu, but for now...he was going to take time to get to know Holly.
Because we were in this bunker and unable to go out a lot of us were going stir-crazy including the plumbots. Felix bided his time by breaking space-rocks. So could my fiancé but the likelihood of him breaking his hand was probably on the order of six times as likely as Felix. Felix has a metal hand so the worst he could get is a severe dent which he could use a ball-pen hammer to iron out – my fiancé would probably end up with all the bones in his hand shattered which now with no medical help, would require an amputation of the hand because there would be no way to put the pieces back together. I tried to keep from laughing as the last time I saw we had roughly about four or five gemstones.
Now we have almost one hundred. And Felix is still going at it.
Thank goodness for things to do in this bunker. Torahide gravitated towards the sculpting station and was making immediate strides in creating sculptures in clay. Currently he was working on an alluring, at least to males – it did nothing for me other than to remark on what a nice sculpture it was, sculpture of a woman in Greek robes holding a bowl. Masaharu commented that he hoped that Torahide could make one of those in stone one of these days. Hopefully Bebe didn’t hear that.
My fiancé was taking the opportunity to teach himself how to play the violin. Unfortunately at this current point it was sounding like a cat was getting tortured. It would be a while before he worked his way up to it sounding like Haifetz playing the J.S. Bach Partita in B minor as my classical snob (~aside – oh I’m sorry, baroque snob...BWV 1002, II. Double, good heavens!) likes to state. With that and the fact that he had a gorgeous concert grand piano (9 footer) in the living area, we were somewhat able to take some enjoyment out of being cooped up in the bunker. To assuage his love of music, he also had a harpsichord and a organ...don’t know how he managed to fit that in there but evidently the pipes were encased within the interior walls of the bunker...with sections of wall having grates to allow the sound to somewhat escape. If it means that he won’t go bats-in-the-belfry, I’m all for it. Luckily he has not expressed a penchant to play Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor – that piece is scary enough as it is and especially considering the situation we’re in, I’m not sure I want to hear that piece again.
Phil on the other hand was making friends with the younger family members. That presumably was his childish trait kicking in. He had brought plenty of comics, manga and anime to watch on TV, which luckily were not affected by the nuclear blast’s electromagnetic pulse (EMP). So he would sit for a couple of hours and watch Jem and the Holograms, Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or GI Joe.
“Sandi...did you see the last episode of the Ninja Turtles?”
“No...Uncle Phil...you’re weird...I don’t watch that stuff.”
Mornings were a bit awkward. When we were in high-school, I was a high-school senior and...
Parker Langerak was a junior, which meant that I was in my graduation year and had committed to Haruo and going steady with him when Parker started expressing interest in me. I’ve had to discourage him quite emphatically from pursuing his interest in me. And well, now we were all stuck in this bunker together.
But what he realizes is that this bunker is his survival as it is with all of us. We all have to work together to move humanity forward from now on. He will find someone, but that someone won’t be me. I'm a grown woman thrown into surrogate motherhood and Parker's still a teen. He needs to find someone that he is more suited to. My fiancé Haruo has asked me to marry him and that’s the way it is now.
My husband-to-be is the one who stepped up to become Sam’s surrogate father thus making me Sam’s surrogate mother so be it. Whether we feel ready for it or not, we have to step up to the plate and hope that we can succeed at raising a child from the age of toddler-hood all the way to young adulthood. And we don’t stop being a parent when they leave the nest. We are their parents for all time. The fact that Haruo has shouldered this on himself has made me love him all the more.
If anyone had told me, “River, you’re going to be a mother six months after you graduate.” I would have told them that they were nuts. Yet here I am. I’m a mother to a toddler who is just about to age up to child who will be going to get tutored in things that will allow him to thrive in this new world where there are no laws regarding education nor any formal education curriculum. We have all been forced to grow up quickly in order to get by in this new situation we find ourselves in.
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tuesday again 9/26/2023
six sentences or less, bc having a physical form has been super duper extra fun this past week
listening
i like Chappell Roan very much as an artist/performer/media personality (and have previously featured tuesdaysongs Pink Pony Club and Red Wine Supernova), but i do not like her new album The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess very much as an album. it is not very good to listen straight through as a work. very high high and very very low vibes all over the place, three different kinds of club bangers interspersed with torch songs. After Midnight both sonically and like, vocal delivery? reminds me a lot of modern paramore?? chill but danceable, a canonically bisexual song.
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what would we fucking do without Riptide Publishing and their batshit insane (lovingly) catalog? The Glamour Thieves by Don Allman is the platonic ideal of a "one last job"-style heist book, in gay urban magic/paranormal wrapping paper. had remarkably good action sequences, buckets of atmosphere, excellent pacing. i read it in one sitting and was up until 3AM. my library doesn't have the other two in the trilogy, so i'm impatiently waiting until there's more fun money in the fun money budget
JT is an orc on the way up. He’s got his own boutique robotics shop, high-end clientele, and deep-pocketed investors. He’s even mentoring an orc teen who reminds him a bit too much of himself back in the day.
Then Austin shows up, and the elf’s got the same hard body and silver tongue as he did two years ago when they used to be friends and might have been more. He’s also got a stolen car to bribe JT to saying yes to one last scheme: stealing the virtual intelligence called Blue Unicorn.
Soon JT’s up to his tusks in trouble, and it ain’t just zombies and Chinese triads threatening to tear his new life apart. Austin wants a second chance with JT—this time as more than just a friend—and even the Blue Unicorn is trying to play matchmaker.
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watching
the latest Felix Colgrave and partner Zoë Medcraft video has big madeline vibes. in a big giant anthill all covered in vines lived twelve billion ants in many straight lines. love to watch an ant carry off an entire head of garlic
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the next g/enshin update is rapidly approaching and that's about all i've been doing the entire time i've been sick. toodling around and finishing off stray quests here and there, accidentally discovering i never engaged with a fairly major quest, exploring nooks and crannies for stray chests and puzzles.
i did an extremely tiresome quest chain and rejuvenated this big tree that you can see from three other in-game nations which is pretty cool. i wish it looked slightly less like a nuclear test cloud?
this monarch butterfly of a claymore-wielding woman will be released in late winter/early spring hopefully and i Must have her. this game is so good to me re: women with giant swords
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fallow week. i hope to GOD i will have the energy this week to make these fucking couch covers i want them to be Done
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FE OC Week Introductions:
Rodrigue's Immediate Family
Percival 'Percy' Narcisse Fraldarius
Rodrigue's younger brother. Trans. Spymaster. Demiromantic Bisexual. Involved with Godfrey von Riegan who helped him realize he was trans when the two of them attended the Officer's Academy together. He likes garish patterns and art. Annoying little sibling supreme. Possibly a coward, it's hard to tell.
Boreas Clemente Fraldarius
Rodrigue's dad who is soooooo hot and super tough and kills wolves with his bare hands. His favourite thing is the chance that he might die to protect the king someday. Loves to argue. The only one able to argue successfully with Lambert's father. Extremely flawed but I sexualize that constantly. At the end of the day he means well and cares a ton for his family but he just doesn't know how to communicate outside of arguing.
Melodie Maiwenn Fraldarius
Rodrigue's mom who is an archer and healer and wants a huge family. She's spoiled and selfish but will do anything for her family. Decisive and opinionated, she will gladly indulge her husband's love of arguing. She spoils all her kids, and her grandkids, and anyone who is a friend of her kids or her grandkids.
Glenn Merle Fraldarius
Felix's brother we all played houses. In my mind he is a cocky little hotshot with sk8tr boi helmet hair. He's like Johnny in the Devil Went Down to Georgia. I need to write an au where he lives.
Ange D'Aurore 'Angie'
Rodrigue's horse, Ange D'Aurore. His father's horse before him, and Boreas' father's horse before that. How long has this horse been in the Fraldarius family? Another heirloom, perhaps--but Rodrigue has no chance of giving this one away no matter how he tries. The animal is often referred to as 'the Bastard' because he loves to bite and kick and kill. Loyal and brave, but only to those he deems worthy. More than he appears.
Estella Casagranda
Rodrigue's illegitimate daughter with Manuela. Born 9 months after Rodrigue visits Garreg Mach to ask for help with the whole Lance of Ruin situation. So far she's just a baby but she takes after Manuela more in looks. She will likely show an aptitude for Faith magic and be a wonderfully kind young woman.
Rodina "Roe" Louise Fraldarius
She is one year younger than Glenn (22 at White Clouds). Like an old-school fe myrmidon but as a holy knight. Lesbian, I will be shipping her with Shamir. Very loyal, kind, and good, but has a cultured, aloof way of speaking to people that makes her intimidating to those who don't know her.
Diable de Neige 'Blé'
Rodina's horse, Diable de Neige. Sired by Ange D'Aurore and named so auspiciously because everyone figured he'd be a bastard just like Ange, but in reality he is quite sweet.
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9, 10, 11, and 12 for the salty ask game (any media/fandom you feel like)
Welp
9) Most disliked character(s)? Why?
It may just be because Azure Moon is still strong in my mind, but Felix and Sylvain immediately come to mind, especially the latter.
I totally get why they're so popular and I believe I can make a somewhat accurate breakdown on what makes them tick and why are they like this, but the thing is that I cannot stand their usual attitude.
Felix is a complete douche even at his supposed "nice" moments yet everyone just puts up with him for some reason, and Sylvain... well, I've made no secret of how much I hate perverts and Casanovas. Him taking out his personal problems on half of the population doesn't help.
But if you want to know my most disliked character EVER, hoo boy.
Nothing can even come close to the sheer level of homicidal HATRED I feel for Mineta from MHA. That purple grape slime can go into the deepest pits of hell he likely came from.
10) Most disliked arc? Why?
White Clouds, due to the sheer repetition of having to do it at least three times throughout all the routes with minimal changes and the Lions being the only ones who are properly involved with what's happening.
11) Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?
Too many, it feels like most of my faves are that.
But the two biggest members of the club are Faye, the club president and Rhea, who absolutely swept despite being the newcomer.
Guess I just have a thing for characters hated by both the creators and the fanbase.
also they're both so different yet so similar to each other
12) Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?
Over time I warmed up to Celica's Act 4. I used to hate it but now, even if I still think it has some huge problems (mainly the toxic maps, pun intended, and Celica's loss of agency), but I've come to really appreciate Celica's internal conflict during this stretch of the game. Especially because it wouldn't work with anyone but her.
I definitely understand why most of the fandom considers this part to be a dumpster fire, but also I can't help but think it's because they also tend do believe Celica unconditionally trusted Jedah which, lmao.
#ask replies#loregoddess#fire emblem#if you think i'm being petty in this you should see me in private dms lmao#finding a friend to unapologetically bitch about stuff with instead of posting it online does wonders to your mental health
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StayTeez Trope’Pril - Trope Prompt 3: Strangers to lovers
Post Date: 8th April 2023
Content: Fluff - Strangers to lovers : Felix x Reader
Word Count: 1.3K
TW?: NonIdol!AU/ Boy next door Felix/ Neighbours/ Mention of a Karen
Summary: Moving away from home to start fresh, but something already makes it so much worth the move.
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Moving to a whole new city, your nerves get the best of you and your shaking hands hold the keys, putting them up to the lock for your new apartment.
You needed to start fresh, everything back home caused you too much stress and harm, finding this to be the most reasonable way out. To save yourself and your mental health. But to also start a clean slate somewhere, meet new people and possibly find love.
You're trying your best to open the door as quickly as you can, so you can let your pup out of its carrier so he's free to roam the new apartment and get used to what you'll be calling your new home. You still didn't have a name for him yet, just calling him pup in the meantime until something sticks.
Being on your own means there's a lot of work involved with moving and getting things sorted but it made you feel independent, and it helped with the sense of starting new and fresh.
That was until you let Pup out of his carrier a little too soon, the door to your apartment still wedged open as he scatters out into the hallway, disappearing down the stairs.
"Pup! Come back!" You call after him, racing out of your apartment, taking your keys and locking the door to go find your dog, scared he would've escaped the building.
"Pup!" You called out again, hearing the scurried sounds of paws on the wooden flooring, trying to follow them to find your dog.
"Hey, little guy! Where's your owner?" You hear a chocolate smooth deep voice call out from the first floor, leaning over the bannister to see a guy with shoulder-length blonde hair picking up Pup.
Rushing down the flight of stairs, you almost miss your step and almost go flying across the floor, luckily being saved by the same guy holding Pup in one arm, the other wrapped around your waist to hold you up.
"I'm so sorry, I was trying to chase him down here." You sigh, clutching your chest as you try to get your breath back, hands out to reach for Pup as the guy shows a bright smile.
"Thank you so much for grabbing him, I was scared I was never going to get him." You add, holding onto the dog tightly, completely mesmerised by the beauty of the guy in front of you.
Strong but softened features, big eyes and heart-shaped lips. Lips that reveal the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and you thought you were on cloud 9. How can a guy like him exist in real life?
"No problem at all! Catch you later." He waves as he walks down the last flight of stairs, and you're watching his every movement until he disappears into the street.
"Well, at least we know we have a cute guy living here, right pup?" You giggle, nuzzling your nose into his head when you come back to your senses and start to make your way back up to your apartment.
It's taken you a few hours but you're slowly getting settled into your new apartment. Everything is mapped out where you want it and there was just the decorating left to do but in your own time. That was the least of your worries at this point.
But luckily enough, you had bought some flowers and plants to decorate the flat until you can splash some paint, cover the floors and make it slightly homely until you can get a job to sort it out properly.
Finding yourself to be absolutely exhausted after the day you've had, you decide to go to bed early, cuddled up with Pup in bed watching a favourite movie before dozing off.
Waking up with the light beaming through the windows, your panic slightly at first, sitting straight up in bed as you try to recollect your memory of where you were, the room seeming extremely strange until you remember you're home.
Just as you go to make yourself a coffee to start the day, there's a light knock on your door, confusing you as you knew you hadn't made any friends to tell where you live yet.
Slowly opening the door, you look around it at a frame of an older woman, sterned face and arms crossed. "Hey, how can I help?" You politely ask, stopping to pick up your dog the second he gets too close to the door.
"All I heard this morning was your dog barking! You shouldn't be allowed to have a pet that makes any noise!" This woman complains, holding her phone in one hand.
"Excuse me?" You reply as politely as you possibly could, "I'm sorry but you have my dog confused with another maybe? He's been quiet since we moved in. He would've woken me up if he was barking."
The woman looks down at you, snarling, "It was your dog! I live next door and all I could hear was him. I say get rid of him or I'll put in a complaint about you to the landlord!".
Before you could even get another word in, the guy from yesterday walks out of his apartment, shaking his head at the woman, "Can't you leave new residents alone? Plus it wasn't her Pup, it was yours keeping you up. Now please, excuse yourself from this poor girl's front door."
The woman storms off, slamming her door behind her as you turn to look at the guy, smiling. He couldn't help but reach out to fuss Pup on the head, scratching him behind his ear, "What was all that about?" You ask in a whisper.
"That's Agnes, ignore her. She's just another what you call, a Karen." He laughs, shrugging and not caring about the volume of his voice.
"What's the pup's name anyway?" He adds, looking at you with big shimmering eyes.
"I haven't got a name for him yet, I've been calling him pup since I got him the day before yesterday. Can't think of anything perfect for him." You reply, questioning yourself if you should also add your name in, just to get his back.
There's a moment of silence, you're thinking about how you can get to know more about this guy who's got you daydreaming already.
"And I'm Y/N. If you're going to have to help me with Agnes, you may as well know my name." You giggle in response and his smile only gets bigger.
"Hmm, Y/N. Such a pretty name. I'm Felix, nice to meet you." He holds out his hand, ready for you to shake.
For a couple of minutes, you're staring into each other's eyes, smiling whilst the dog tries to get out of your grasp, putting him down to instantly run towards Felix, relaxing in his arms when he picks him up.
"Awh, he likes you." You add teasingly, playing with your hair as you start to get a little cold standing by the door, "Would you like to come in? I've got coffee?"
Felix shares a brighter smile as he nods, stepping past you slowly into your apartment, Pup in your arms as he strokes him, "I think Toffee would suit him." He turns around, smiling, "Toffee rhymes with coffee, and I'm getting you're a huge coffee fan?".
"How did you know?" You reply with a hint of flirting in your voice.
"Toffee!" You call towards your dog, his ears perking upwards as his tail starts to wag, both you and Felix burst into laughter as he puts him down.
"Well, since Toffee seems to have a huge liking towards you and you chose his name, I guess I gotta get to know you more." You wink, placing a coffee in front of him as he smirks back at you.
"And I need to get to know about the girl who I saved from going flying down the stairs." He quips back playfully.
Already you can tell you're going to get along really well. And your new life, your home away from home is going to go really well.
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The Shadow Court
Chapter 9 - Things Whispered in the Shadows
Marinette sent off a couple of texts, one to Felix and Chloe, letting them know she wouldn't be coming to class today and that she'd talk to them later. Then she messaged Jay, asking if he was busy. He sent back a quick 'in meetings' text. She let out a sad sigh, feeling a bit disappointed that Jay was occupied.
As she scrolled through her contacts, her gaze settled on Luka's name. A flood of nervousness bubbled within her, and with a deep breath, she typed, 'Hey, are you busy today?' Sending the message, she waited anxiously for his reply.
A moment later, her phone chimed, and her heart skipped a beat as she read Luka's words, "I'm always free for you, my melody." A wave of comfort washed over her, and she gathered her belongings, ready to embark on an adventure of emotions.
The sun's warm rays painted a golden path on the river as Marinette made her way to the Couffaine's houseboat. Each step brought her closer to the sanctuary she sought, her heart pounding with anticipation. The gentle sway of the water seemed to whisper a promise of solace and understanding.
Finally arriving at her destination, Marinette took a deep breath before texting Luka to announce her arrival. Moments later, he emerged from the houseboat with a soft smile, as if he had been waiting for her all along. She melted into his warm embrace, feeling a sense of security she had longed for.
As Luka led her to his room, Marinette couldn't help but feel a tinge of vulnerability. Although she had been to his room before, this time, it felt different, as if the walls held a secret longing that mirrored her own. Uncertainty clouded her thoughts, and she wondered what this visit would bring.
Sinking onto the cozy cushions, she released a soft sigh, her eyes betraying the emotional storm raging within her. "Talk to me, Melody," Luka urged gently, his voice like a soothing melody.
As the words spilled out, Marinette couldn't help but feel grateful for Luka's unwavering presence. He was a steady anchor amidst the storm, and she found comfort in his quiet strength. The moments of silence that followed their conversation were filled with unspoken understanding and support.
Luka's touch was tender as he wiped away the tears that streamed down her cheeks. At that moment, it felt as if they were the only two souls in the world, entwined in a shared experience of connection and understanding.
As time seemed to stand still, they remained wrapped in each other's embrace, their heartbeats syncing like a soft, harmonious melody. The houseboat itself seemed to hum in resonance with their emotions, creating a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced and celebrated.
Hours passed, with Luka gently cradling Marinette in his arms, his focus solely on her soft breathing and the soothing melody of her heart song playing out. The weight of her burdens seemed to ease as she found comfort in his embrace.
But their peaceful moment was unexpectedly interrupted by the insistent ringing of Marinette's phone. Luka hesitated, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber or disrupt the fragile tranquility that had settled around them. However, the incessant ringing persisted, and Luka finally decided to answer the call, hoping it was nothing urgent.
"Hello?" he answered in a hushed tone, careful not to wake the sleeping girl in his arms.
"Where's Mars?" the man on the other end demanded. Luka hesitated, fully aware of Marinette's recent serious breakdown, and wanting to shield her from any further hostility. His brow furrowed as he attempted to decipher the man's tone and intentions. He felt a strong protective instinct towards Marinette, and his priority was to avoid subjecting her to any additional stress or confrontation.
"Look," Luka responded firmly, "Marinette has been through a lot recently. She had a serious breakdown, and I don't think it's a good idea to disturb her right now."
The man on the other end let out an exasperated sigh, his tone slightly softer. "I get it, but we really need to talk to her. It's important."
Luka found himself torn between his loyalty to Marinette and the man's insistence. After a moment of contemplation, he finally relented, "Alright, but please be gentle with her. She's been through a lot, and I don't want to see her hurt."
The man assured him, "We won't do anything to harm her, I promise."
"Fine," Luka agreed reluctantly, "come down to the Liberty, but keep your voice down." With that, Luka ended the call, still feeling uneasy about the upcoming meeting. While Marinette had mentioned getting a new group of friends, Luka couldn't shake the feelings of uneasiness that came over him. Luka wasn’t sure if it was his own deep-rooted jealousy that made him not want to trust the man who was on the other end of the call or if it was something deeper, his mom had always told him to trust his gut, that Couffaine’s had impeccable gut feelings and that those feeling would never steer them wrong and as of right now despite what his heart would say, his gut was saying that the person on the other end of the call is good for Marinette.
Without Luka noticing time passed as he was locked in his own thoughts about the situation. As the door creaked open, Luka's gaze turned toward the trio entering his room as he was snapped out of his train of thought. He sized them up with a hint of curiosity, his eyes locking onto Chloe, whom he immediately recognized from the countless years she had spent in the same class as his little sister, Juleka. He distinctly remembered Marinette telling him that she had become friends with the blonde-haired girl but he didn’t know how to feel about her yet given all the bullying she had done to Juleka and Rose and the rest of his little sister’s friends. But he trusted Marinette and if she trusted Chloe then he decided he could give her a chance.
The two other guys accompanying Chloe were unfamiliar to him, their faces new and mysterious. The blonde guy had an air of confidence about him, his stance displaying a sense of ease as he leaned against the doorframe. On the other hand, the dark-haired guy seemed more reserved, with an intensity in his eyes that hinted at a depth of emotions beneath the surface.
Marinette, cradled in Luka's arms, stirred slightly but remained peacefully asleep, oblivious to the visitors. Luka's protective instincts kicked in as he instinctively pulled her closer, creating a shield around her. His heart thumped a bit faster, unsure of what to expect from this unexpected intrusion.
The silence in the room was palpable, each person waiting for someone else to speak first. Finally, the dark-haired guy broke the stillness, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and perhaps a touch of teasing. "You love her too, huh?" he remarked, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned against the door.
Luka's eyes softened as he looked down at Marinette, a tender smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, I do," he replied with a hint of warmth, his gaze filled with a mixture of fondness and protectiveness.
Chloe, ever the assertive one, chimed in with a flick of her blond hair. "Well, yeah, join the club," she said, her tone laced with a touch of sass.
Unfazed, Luka's determination shone through as he responded, "Hey, if there's an actual club, count me in. I'll do anything to protect my melody," his voice resonating with an unwavering love for Marinette.
The blonde guy smirked, seemingly impressed by Luka's unwavering devotion. "Fe, add him to the group chat," Chloe commanded with a nod, acknowledging Luka's loyalty and officially welcoming him into their circle of friends.
As the minutes ticked by, Marinette's eyelids began to flutter, and she slowly awakened to find Luka sitting faithfully by her side. "Hey," she whispered softly, her voice still carrying the remnants of sleep, but a hint of relief now evident.
"Hey," Luka replied, a warm smile lighting up his face. "How are you feeling?"
Marinette took a moment to assess herself, her emotions settling into a calmer state. "Better, I think. Thanks for being here, Luka," she expressed her gratitude, grateful for his presence in her moment of vulnerability.
"Always," Luka replied, his sincerity evident in his eyes and the gentle squeeze of his hand on hers, reassuring her of his unwavering support.
Chloe's confident voice filled the room, announcing their presence. "Hey, Mars, Fefe, Jay, and I are here."
Marinette's eyes scanned the room to see Chloe, Felix, and Jay standing at the doorway, each wearing expressions of concern and friendship. A mixture of surprise and comfort washed over her as she realized that she wasn't alone in facing her struggles. Their presence, along with Luka's unwavering support, made her feel a little less overwhelmed by the challenges she was going through.
Chloe's usually confident demeanor softened as she approached Marinette, her genuine concern shining through. "How are you holding up, Mars?" she asked, her voice kinder than Marinette had heard before.
Felix and Jay nodded in agreement, their concern evident as they took a step closer to show their solidarity.
XoXo Rowan
#writing#spilled ink#miraculous au#miraculous fandom#akuma class salt#Marinette harem#marinette deserves better#lukanette
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omg glad to know astrology talk is welcome 😭 i actually tried to keep it short but i think it’s fascinating bc some of the boys’ placements are so obvious i could go on for a long time lmao
i love how relating signs to body parts can be so subtle! like for the tummy thing for example, that could also manifest itself into enjoying napping on your partner’s belly (🥺), always keeping a hand on their stomach, just for comfort or as a soothing thing. there’s something about virgo placements that screams worship to me, bc it’s all about purity so there would be something so? reverential? almost sacred? about kissing a partner’s belly.
aries placements are so interesting to me bc the head encapsulates so many things including 4/5 of the senses so it’s a very sensual sign, literally. aries is 100% a sign that would love kissing in all its forms, bc some people actually don’t like kissing! but aries enjoys any type of kiss, including some tongue action, if there’s any. for example felix has in moon in aries and boy’s always trying to get a kiss from everyone 😭 which leads me to my next point, which is that i noticed that many aries placements seem to love/be good at asmr and might even be turned on by it, and whispering in general. as for the face touching, notice how hyunjin always willingly lets changbin touch and praise his lips, looked on cloud 9 when seungmin was applying that face mask, just overall likes being pampered, he’s so soft. and i agree for the hair! very important and very sensitive. would probably internally shed a tear if someone he’s interested in brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear.
one placement in skz that i think is so obvious is chris’ sagittarius mars lmao (sagittarius rules the thighs) notice how he always playfully squeezes people’s thighs when he’s excited or wants to show support/affection. also always fiddling when he’s wearing ripped jeans and rubbing his own thighs as a self-soothing mechanism. sOFT
No please, feel free to share as much of your observations as you'd like! I haven't really been as intuned with astrology in recent years so, it's nice reading observations again. It feels nostalgic oddly enough lol.
Me, a Virgo Mars: 👁👄👁 No jokes aside, the body worship makes sense. I think it's a mix of adoration and acts of service. Wanting to show someone you love/want etc them without explicitly stating it, y'know? To the other anon who called Hyunjin a tummy enthusiast, you were onto something.
I didn't expect Felix to have a Moon in Aries ngl but, hey the more you know. Oh, I think Hyunjin for sure loves kissing. Like you mentioned, he does a lot with his head and involving the head so, it wouldn't surprise me if he was a big fan of kissing and nuzzling his partner.
Thigh enthusiast Chris confirmed /lh. I didn't actually pick up on his habit of touching other peoples' thighs, that's so interesting. I have noticed he touches his own quite a bit but, never thought much of it.
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It's been a while. I was sick with covid and exams are coming up. Here's a quick drabble of step parenthood (ft. Felix) if MC was a parent. Pretty long so the others will be separate. Next will be a Rime comfort (poly edition). Relax and enjoy!
Felix Iskander Escellen:
If he didn't admire you over the moon and back. He sure does more so than before. Infinitely. Guilty for keeping you away from your child/children. You assure him daily but worry a little in the back of your head for their well being and his.
You do admit to missing them and talking abundantly about stories you've read to them for nap time. Their favorite meals and snacks. Hobbies they've picked up on for entertainment or simply interest.
Emo prince hasn't put thought into having kids of his own. Not even with Rime, since I think the two had other things on their mind like the school, war, their next meal, and relationship goals. (I do believe those two reflected on their family upbringing and just stared wary of the topic altogether or put a pin on it for the future.) Anyway he respects your parenting skills unless he had an opinion or two on what you could do differently to assess a situation/ argument. Man barely knows how to take care of children...but you still ask him for advice or his insight on a matter to reflect your decisions in the future.
After everything that you two went through he figures a way to have portals open between both your worlds. When you ask him if he wants to meet your kid/ kids he is hesitant about first impressions. He would absolutely still want to get to know your own kin. Don't know if you had an ex or are a widow but that's another conversation for another time. Or you've talked about it beforehand. If your ex or the other parent figure is still around will solely respect their part in the kid's lives. (He knows well enough of having divorced parents himself. File childhood trauma away to deal with another time.)
Constantly you remind him to not be nervous and that you've talked to your child/kids earlier on meeting him. And they agreed wholeheartedly. Unless the kid is a baby/toddler then you have to reassure him even more to relax and take a breath.
Apprehensive to a tee. He wants to be on cloud 9 and has reread every parent book or communications novelties to prepare him for his first impressions. You have to pinch his cheeks and reassure him that no matter his impressions your children would love him just as much as you do. This man is grateful for your kind words but on the inside he is screeching.
Upon meeting your child/children the tension is thick, as soon as, they burst question after question and info dumping about you and earth. And the things they've heard about him along the way from you. 'Do you have real skulls in your sock drawers? Is there such as thing as walking skeleingtons/ beasts? Can your kitty summon demons or better yet duplicate herself?' He's blinking gradually trying to grasp the curiosity he himself now has. Now he feels like an idiot for worrying and has a new purpose.
Infodumps. *smartass face appears* shares his entire experiences/ experiments to his new star pupil/pupils. He gets so lost relinquishing his knowledge of life and death into a wide-eyed kid/kids who is giddy to play with his mysterious goo summoned from the void. 🤯
Now safe to say if they were an infant the baby is nuzzling their head into his neck while giggling nonstop. He is nervous to hold them 😨 but the baby just bangles nonsense and wraps their tiny hands around his finger while looking up at him 😶 while having their binkie.
At one point he looks at you with such adoration you return it with pure tenderness that the kid/kids makes disgusted face at your lovey-dovey affection. (They'll understand if or when they fall in love. Whether platonic or romantic). Hours spent teaching and reading to the point they both pass out on the couch with drool on the pillows. (Adorable)
Felix attempts to make lunches with you for them to take to school. Might slip a note in with a treat without you knowing cause he likes to spoil them. ;) they got him wrapped around their finger for a get-out-of-grounding card.
Buys them toys and outfits. Again if they are still a toddler or infant the baby clothes make him tear up and gush about their tiny hands and feet. 🥰
One day you spot him coloring in a sketchbook while sipping his lemon tea while your child just sips their juice copying his every move. He acts like he doesn't know but he does.
His favorite time is reading them a bedtime story and seeing them lull asleep by his voice and yours. Then you fall asleep and he just appreciates the little soft moments he's gotten to have by his fair share of mistakes. Doesn't know how the hell he got here to have a found family.
Imagine he lets him do his massacre one day and looks foolish but keeps it on. Sage and anisa make jokes but he sweeps them aside.
One day he shows you an empty room he plans to renovate for your loved ones to have their own room. Man's a keeper! :)
Will always let them call him whatever they like for ex: fe, pa, Papa, sir, mister. Won't pressure them into calling him those names but will be more concerned if they feel comfortable or safe. (Maybe in the future they can sit and talk about their friendship) for the moment their both content on learning more about each other.
Writing ain't perfect. Trying to improve. Still working on rime route chapter one.
#fictif#last legacy#felix escellun#last legacy felix#felix iskandar escellun#gender neutral reader#parenting
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rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks and tag 10 people
Tagged by @pumpking64 🐦⬛
1. Moon - Ben Laver
2. I'll keep coming - Low Roar
3. Persist and Persevere - Rob mcAllister
4. Parliament of Owls - Agnes Obel
5. Begin Again - ABBOTT
6. Japan - BOMBYX
7. Summer Clouds - How Great Were The Robins
8. brot - Ólafur Arnalds
9. Barcarole - Felix Rösch
10. Teil I - Kjartan Sveinsson
Tagging @shunshuntaiga @quinbi @weardes and whoever wants to share some music!
#i need to create more playlists#my main one is very neo classical and ambiant to be gentle with my brain#but so many artists I like are not in it because i need to have my brain ready to listen to them
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Lovers in the night
Genre: Angst,Fluff,Fantasy AU
Word Count:1.4K
"Walk carefully,can you?" You shouted,glaring at the boy who was already walking away,without even sparing you a single glance.
"Lee Minho,you fucking bastard",you muttered, picking up your books clumsily.
You glanced down at your watch,and broke into a nervous run. Your lecture hall was quite a distance away,and you were already very late.
You stumbled in,shuffling into a seat at the very corner of the hall. You sighed softly,eyes searching for a certain brunette among the crowd of chattering students.
There he was,sitting on the other side of the hall,feet dancing to some noiseless beat.
Your yellow cardigan turned a bright pink,and a warm blush made its way up your cheeks.
How you wished your feelings weren't so clearly visible to the human eyes. How you wished to keep this all as your little secret,a secret that both of you shared.
You really wore your heart on your sleeve.
There he was,the bane of your existence, yet the ray of sunshine in your clouded sky.
Lee Minho.
His tall,slender frame was thoroughly alluring,but it also irritated the living shit out of you.
His beautifully sculpted, stunningly perfect features were a treat for your eyes,but were also something you purposefully grumbled about everyday at the university.
He ignored and snarled at you right at your face during daytime,but kissed the cheeks of the very same face with pure fondness during the darkness of midnight.
If you were asked to define your relationship, you would say that you both were lovers in the night,but were also distant strangers in the light.
Why?
Because you both enjoyed it.
"Is it a one night stand thing?" asked Felix,a look of genuine concern spreading across his pretty features.
You shook your head in denial,a bashful grin plastered on your face.
Felix sighed,as he handed you a bag of sour candies,"Whatever it is,make sure to not hurt yourself,okay? If something goes downhill,just give me a call and I'll crack that asshole's head open."
You giggled,hugging Felix tightly, "Thanks Lix. But I am sure that he would never do that."
You glanced at your watch again,and chuckled as you realised that the golden hour had already presented itself.
9 p.m.
You unlocked the door of your apartment,only to be greeted by your nemesis in his purest form.
"Hi love," He stood up,engulfing you in a warm hug, "Missed me?"
"A lot," you sighed,burying your head in the crook of his neck, "How about we go out?"
"Out were the night becomes us,and we become the night?"
"Your wish is my command,sweetheart," He cooed,holding you as if you were his most prized possession.
Which you were.
An hour later,you both found yourselves on the topmost floor of the Namsan Tower,adrenaline rushing in your veins.
You looked at Minho, the sight of him standing erect in the strong wind,hair adorably messed up,made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.
Your heart,as always,decided to operate against your will. That bastard of Minho really had you wrapped around his rather small fingers.
As Minho watched,the light blue of your floral shirt turned into a deep red,and your hair tumbled down from its tight bun on its own,as you facepalmed noisily.
Minho chuckled,leaning in to kiss your cheek tenderly. Even though your body clearly expressed your love for him,you were upset.
And he had sensed that.
"Y/n," He said cautiously, raking his fingers through your wind-swept hair, "Why so cold,my love?"
You smiled,motioning for him to sit down on one of the chairs, " Why? Because you understand all of this,all of us,while I understand nothing. It's just love for me, Why is it not so for you?"
"I can always tell you-"
"I don't want to know Minho. I'd like to go with the waves,I'd like to wonder," you said,grabbing him by his collar and closing the distance between your lips.
His brown eyes turned blue,and you felt his skin warm up under your grip. You pulled away,holding his hands tenderly.
Minho was scared. Scared of how your love was giving him life,while his love was taking your life away from you.
"Am I going too fast for you?" You asked,tears rolling down your cold cheeks.
"No you aren't. I want your love,every bit of it," He said,trying to blink back his own tears.
You both were the symbol of pain in each others lives,and that pain had melted away into pure ecstasy as soon as you both had locked eyes. It had felt sweet, it had felt wonderful.
"Why?"
"Because it's bad. It's like….it's like walking on broken glass,but all that pain is pleasure. Your love is my innocent pleasure,Y/n."
Minho's slender fingers wiped away all your tears,as his tears spilled onto his cheeks. You smiled,planting two sloppy kisses on his cheeks to ease the pain.
Minho wanted to study you,to understand you without any fail.
He did not want to play the role anymore. He wanted to be your lover.
"Do you ever look at me during the lectures,sweetheart?" He asked,peppering your face with soft kisses,"The professor hardly makes any sense when you are in the class,you know?"
You scoffed, running a hair through Minho's hair sweetly, "My eyes are fixed on you,darling. Every tiny move you make,every emotion you express,I watch it all."
"Can you at least pretend to look away? Someone might catch us," He smiled,warmth spreading through his cheeks.
"I don't care about others. You know that I'll take what I can get,and that's a promise."
Minho laughed, lips upturned in a satisfied grin.
You both stood up again,two pairs of gleaming eyes reflecting the entirety of Seoul in them.
Then,out of the blue,
Minho flinched.
He jumped messily,looking down at his sudden bare feet. There were shards of glass littering the floor,and as your name left his mouth,he stepped onto the broken pieces of glass ruthlessly.
And he laughed. A loud,joyful laugh full of unadulterated enjoyment,full of innocent pleasure escaped his lips,sending shivers down your spine.
As you tried to yank him back,a sudden force pried your mouth open,and beautiful sound escaped your pained lips.
You were singing.
You were singing like there was no tomorrow, like it was the happiest moment of your whole life. You were singing like a happy child,you felt like a little child yourself.
But the tears rolling down your cheeks told a totally different tale.
As you both slowly stopped,all the pain,pleasure and happiness vanished. All they left were two lonely souls,tied in an unforgivable bond of innocence, guilt and pleasure
Minho limped closer to you,pained whimpers escaping his swollen lips.
"We really do go repeating these ballads on and on,don't we?" He whispered,lacing his fingers tightly with yours, "Any other promises,darling?"
"I want to cling to you all night long,love. Just promise me that you will do the same,that you won't leave me," you cried,as you watched Minho's eyes slowly turn red,and your heart thumped in delight.
He had finally given in.
"I will."
Minho pulled you in for one last kiss,as the ballads commenced again,but this time,the pain was shared equally. Two bodies,separated by disdain,were brought together by the love of their pain,and the universe seemed to be happy by that.
You dreaded mornings,but as long as you were with him for the whole night,they didn't hurt at all.
Honestly, they were far,far gone.
"Hey, asshole! Can you stop pushing me every time I am walking down a corridor? Unlike YOU, my time is precious to me." You growled,grabbing the atrocious boy's wrist before he could walk away without apologising.
"If your time is so precious to you," He spat,voice dripping with pure venom,"Then try coming here earlier, I guess? Waking up right before the bell rings,have some fucking shame."
"I hate you,you know that?" You sneered,your grip on his wrist tightening by each passing second.
"Right back at you," He snarled,yanking his hand back.
As you both turned away in two different directions,a similar warm feeling spread across your chests while a genuine smile tugged at your lips.
You both muttered the same words under your breath,giggling into your hands secretly.
"We don't need to put a label on it, do we now?"
#stray kids#stray kids imagines#lee know imagines#enemies to lovers#books & libraries#f2l#e2l#fanfic#fantasy#fiction#imagines#kpop#romance
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