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fckinsupreme · 4 years

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Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - Xavier Plympton One-Shot

Description: After a jazzercise class in which you’re a regular, Xavier fantasizes about you.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Male masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of female reader, mentions of oral sex, mentions of unprotected sex, other filth.

A/N: Anonymous requested - Hello ^w^ could u write a smut where xavier is touching himself/masturbating/moaning n talkin’ dirty ? Idk if it’s gross or whatever, btw it would be so wonderful.

Sorry if this has been done before! It turned out a lot longer than I planned, too. The title was taken from Samantha Fox’s song of the same name. I hope y’all like it! <3

No copyright infringement intended! Any rights belong to proper shareholders and they deserve the ultimate credit.

gif credit: @codyfernsource

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Xavier’s work day at the studio had ended, and his head was full of nothing but you as he sped home. It seemed that you were always on his mind, but for some unknown reason that day, his thoughts were in complete overdrive. Perhaps it was the daring ensemble you’d worn to his aerobics class, something white and nearly transparent with a thin sports bra beneath, to say nothing of the short, almost revealing bottoms. Xavier hadn’t been able to stop looking at you, his eyes finding you in front of the class time and time again, observing the near-erotic fashion that your body moved under his guidance. He was riled up, to say the least, and had to get home before his belief of combustion came to fruition.

Driving had been a difficult task in his current state, but he somehow managed well enough. He parked his van in his designated parking space and nearly sprinted into his apartment, stumbling along the way in his haste. He peeled his clothes off as soon as he entered, leaving a trail of them from his front door to the bedroom. His erection was almost painful as it sprang free of his underwear, swollen and flushed red with a tiny bead of precum oozing from the tip. He fell onto his unmade bed, clumsily reaching for the lube from his nightstand drawer. He kept it next to him, close and at the ready, as his fingertips ghosted over his shaft. He started at the base, shuddering as your face began swirling in his mind again. He saw you, as you were that afternoon, biting your lip suggestively as your beautiful (e/c) eyes scanned his toned physique. He remembered your chest pushed out a bit unnecessarily as he made eye contact with you, your lips parted as you tossed some hair from your face.

“Fuck,” he drawled, closing his fist around his aching cock and pumping slowly. “Y/N.”

Your voice, sweet as honey dripping from a hive, rang through Xavier’s head. All the conversations the two of you would have before and after each class, the way your lashes fluttered when you laughed at his dumb jokes, the flirtatious touch to his bicep when he would turn up the charm, the musical lilt of your voice flowing in and out of his ears every time you spoke. He imagined what you would sound like full of lust, your voice raspy and low as he warmed your body up for him. His hand snaking over one of your legs, his mouth on your neck, his other hand massaging your breast, your hands in his hair as you vocalized your desire...

Xavier pumped faster, stopping after a moment to pop open the lube. He didn’t want to chafe, wanting to enjoy this experience as much as possible with no horrid consequences. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm, slicking his cock with a moan as his eyes slipped closed. Behind his lids, he saw you again in today’s class. That tight, white exercise outfit, clinging to your hips and breasts like a second skin. Your nipples, erect and visibly poking within the fabric, enticed him to the point of being unable to look away. Every time his gaze left you and would find you again, your nipples were still stiff inside the confines of your top. At one point you’d bent forward, and a small trail of sweat made its way between the valley of your breasts. Your body swayed perfectly to the music, as if it were your own private dance meant for his eyes only.

He moves his fist more vigorously, a new image taking over. He saw you in his bed right then, nude and writhing above him as you sat on his face. You tasted as sweet as strawberries in summer, your moans the most beautiful song filling his ears. His tongue lapped every drop of arousal, his cock throbbing in his hand as he tried to picture what you’d look like on his relentless tongue. Your chest was heaving, your nipples hard as you played with them, your eyes droopy with lust, your messy (h/c) hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your hips pushing downward to grind your pussy against his face. Xavier bit his lip, moaning hotly before swallowing thickly as the realistic image played in his mind. His orgasm was close, his lower stomach tight and skin on fire as he anticipated his eventual release.

“Y/N/,” he breathed, the sounds of him jerking off nearly drowning out his own voice. “You taste so good, babe. Sweeter than fucking sugar. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? You’re dripping all over my face.”

Xavier’s thumb toyed with his slit, pressing into it as he massaged around the head. He groaned, other hand trailing down his body to rest on his balls. He cupped them, giving them a squeeze as he arched slightly off the bed. In his head, he fantasized about you cumming, all because of him and the magic that he his mouth could do. You looked so stunning, so blissed out, your thighs shaking around his head as you squirt in his face. He smiled to himself, swallowing around a loud mewl as he bucked upward into his hand. He allowed the movie of his mind to switch scenes, with you on your knees deep-throating his cock. He held your hair from your eyes, smirking as you enthusiastically gave him a messy blowjob.

“Such a good girl,” he said aloud, whimpering audibly after the words fell from his lips. “You’re taking my cock so well, fuck.”

He kept his hips still in his fantasy, but outwardly, he was rutting in near-frenzied desperation. His hand traveled from his base to the tip, occasionally swiping his thumb against the slit. He applied more lube, making the image in his head seem more realistic as he resumed. He rolled his head on the pillow, body squirming and styled hair slightly disheveled as he felt his climax creeping ever closer. The sight of you on your knees was nice, and it brought him great pleasure, but he needed something more. He decided to turn to the one fantasy about you that never failed to do the trick, his tongue gliding over his full lips before speaking to the vacant space.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, flicking his wrist with a soft growl. “Do you want me to pound that perfect little pussy? Just say the word, baby, and I’ll do it.”

You consented in his head, begging him to fuck you immediately. He saw himself helping you onto your back, his own body hovering over yours. You gave him a nod and he pushed inside of you, both imaginary & real Xavier moaning filthily at the perceived sensation. You were tight, warm, enveloping his cock so well as he shoved even further inside. He stopped his hand for a moment to gather himself, continuing more rapidly than before when he was ready again. He imagined thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, one that wasn’t too hard just yet. His body was damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing as the pressure in his abdomen crept toward a breaking point. You felt so fucking good, and you weren’t shy in conveying how the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t stop moaning, clawing at him, gasping his name as though it were the only thing keeping you alive as you repeatedly clenched around his throbbing erection.

“You fit me like a fucking glove, baby girl,” he groaned to the empty room, the Xavier of his imagination speeding up and rubbing your clit in rapid circles. In reality, his movements become jerkier, his slick hand faltering for a split second before pumping as fast as he could. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna make a mess all over Daddy?”

You answered him by experiencing your orgasm, nails digging into his skin as you cried out his name. Your cunt squeezed around him, contracting and threatening to milk every last drop of cum from his balls. You arched against him, lips open and face twisted in ecstasy as he thrust desperately into his fist. His climax was coming hard and fast, and he was unable to stop it. His eyes rolled back into his skull, his cock twitching within his lubed palm as the coil in his stomach began to snap.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...Beautiful fucking goddess that she was, coming undone because of me. Goddammit, she’s so gorgeous when she cums. Look at her, oh dear God, fucking look at her--

“Fuck!” Xavier cried, his loud moans ricocheting off the walls. Hot ropes of sticky cum coated his stomach, some of it shooting onto his palm and a few drops cascading his shaft. His back came off the mattress, head tossed into the pillows as he mewled needfully. “Y/N, shit…”

He lay there for a moment, experiencing his high as his rational mind began to make a comeback. He grinned to himself, holding up his soiled hand to assess the damages. He grabbed a few tissues from the top of his nightstand, wiping the worst of the mess away before going into the bathroom to properly clean up. As he was washing off the sweat & semen in the shower, now relaxed and clear-headed, he remembered something that had occurred earlier: You had given him your number with a flirty wink and a sultry, “Call me sometime this weekend.”

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. How could he have forgotten something so significant? Perhaps it was the lust, or his desire to release his own sexual tension, or maybe he’d been too distracted by that damn workout ensemble of yours. He had no real way of pinpointing the exact cause at this point, but what if it wasn’t real? What if it was a figment of his sex-charged imagination? It would explain why it took him so long to remember, the forgotten memory not a real loss due to the fact that it never even happened.

Xavier finished his shower in a hurry, drying off haphazardly and rushing to his discarded workout shorts. He dug through the pockets in a panic, thinking that he did remember incorrectly when he started turning up nothing. Then, he finds it--a small scrap of paper with your name and phone number written across it. He exhaled a sigh of relief, clutching it in his hand as if it were something rare and sacred that would destroy him if it were lost. He glanced at it, chewing his lip as he briefly debated what to do. He knew that it may be a foolish mistake, but he ran to the phone immediately and dialed the number.

After everything he’d just done, he wondered if those fantasies would become a reality. He had to know; the curiosity was killing him. If you didn’t want to do anything with him, it would be absolutely fine, of course. But what if you did? What if you desired him as much as he did you? More than once, he mused about whether or not you touched yourself to him as well. The thought alone always turned him on all the more, and he had to make himself stop at that very moment before he created yet another monster later on.

“Hello?” your breathless voice rang from the other end, abruptly bringing Xavier out of his own head and catching him off guard.

That voice. That sweet, sexy voice…

“Uh, Y/N,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried collecting his thoughts. “Hey, pretty girl.” He took a beat, trying to decide what to say before blurting: “I was gonna go get some coffee later and wondered if you wanted to go with me?”

There was near-silence on the other end, and Xavier could’ve sworn he heard the sound of a vibrator when she picked up. It stopped during the pause, and Xavier wouldn’t allow himself to believe that she was doing what he perceived her to be doing. It would have been too good to be true, a disappointment bred from wishful thinking. He clutched the phone hard, chewing the inside of his cheek as he awaited her next move.

A breathy chuckle came from her, and then: “Xavier? Xavier Plympton? Hey there, handsome; I was hoping you would call.”

You sounded out of breath still, and his brows knitted together. “Are you busy? Is this a bad time for you?”

“Mmm, no,” you breathed. “It’s a great time, Xav.”

He smiled nervously into the receiver, toying with the coiled cord of the phone. His palms were moist, his teeth picking at the dry, chapped skin of his lower tier. The very thought of what you may have been doing when he called was highly arousing, and he had to steady his breathing to keep himself distracted. “Yeah, uh...I know it’s really soon--”

“Never too soon when it comes to you,” you say flirtatiously. “I’m happy that you called right away.” Another pause, the sound of her shifting on the other side, and then: “Let’s go get that coffee, and then if you really want…”

Xavier waited with bated breath, pondering over what you would say next. When it came, he nearly toppled over, gripping the nearest surface so hard that his knuckles turned white. Of all the things he expected you to say, that had been the last on the list. He didn’t know what else to say, too stunned to even formulate a clear, understandable statement. She was waiting for him to reply to everything she had just said, though, and he said the first thing that came to mind.

“...well, fuck.”

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minjoonie-song · 3 years

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0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14

“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.

18:58

After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?” “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”

23:37

The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”

#thanks for sending in questions #anon;;#Para: ft. Brandon

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soulangel · 4 years

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Drinks and Kisses-Ravn

Summary: Hanging out with your friends is normally an excellent way to celebrate or forget troubles for a night. Somehow this time, your best friend and you have managed to find out the truth of each other’s feelings.

Group: Oneus’ Rav x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, amusements, hint of steam

Warnings: There are a couple swear words in here, along with a small, steamy kissing scene (probably not idk it’s up to you)

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Honestly, you had no idea your friends were dragging you out for drinks. You thought it was going to be a little get together at one of their houses where you guys would drink, play games, and pass out on their couch or something. NOT going out to a crazy ass bar dressed all scantily in a short, blue cocktail dress with your heels on, being tipsy enough to flirt with people you didn’t even know. “Y/N! Come dance with us!” Your friend had called for you, pulling you away from your flirtatious friend you’d just met at the bar.

You allowed her to drag you out to the floor where your best friend Ravn was smirking at you, his hand outstretched for you to hold onto before he pulled you close to him for the wackiest and most laugh-filled dancing you both have ever done together; and that’s saying something. You two love being weird and crazy together, but there were times you surpassed your normal craziness. This was one of those times.

Your arms snaked around his neck and you both laughed happily as you danced to the songs playing, your other friends dancing around you with their own guys they either found or brought with them. “So, wanna get completely drunk tonight?” You asked him with a smirk, tilting your head toward the bar where there was a line starting to form.

He gave you a frown, letting you know just by his posture alone that he wasn’t happy with where your thoughts were turning. You were never good when you were completely drunk, one of the reasons he had your friend pull you away from the bar. (Not at ALL because of the guy you were flirting with who seemed to be inching closer to you every word you spoke to him.) “I don’t know if I want to drink tonight. But by all means, you can drink away. I’ll be the designated driver.” He suggested, twirling you around a couple times before catching you in a dip.

You laughed out loud at his antics and grinned up at him, scrunching your nose a little while he lifted you up to set you rightly on your feet. You both then made your way to the bar where he immediately bought you two shots and a regular alcoholic beverage to get you buzzing. Of course you made him take the shot with you at least before he completely shut down all attempts of drinking for the night. Since after that shot he asked the bartender for a glass of water and made sure to tell her that he was the designated driver for the two of you. She seemed to like the comment and gave him a nod in appreciation, even going so far as to thank him for telling her. You on the other hand were busy sipping on the other glass beverage you had, smiling happily to yourself in your own little world.

You were starting to have fun the more drunk you got throughout the night, to the point the rest of your friends, save for Ravn, had all decided they were planning on going home. Ravn had to stay with you so you wouldn’t do absolutely stupid in your drunk state, and did everything in his power to make sure you weren’t a complete disaster everywhere you stepped on the floor and by the bar. “Have you had enough yet? I want to go home and sleep.” He whined for the 10th time in maybe 20 minutes.

You tried your best to keep a straight face as you stared into his brown orbs, frowning the smallest amount to keep up appearances. “But...but…” You started, glancing around for a moment to see how empty it was getting in the bar anyway.

Ravn smirked a little as your resolve started to crumble, practically sensing that you were going to be agreeing with him soon enough. He grabbed your coat and purse for you, helping you into the coat and sliding the purse onto your shoulder. He then wrapped that arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out the door as you stumbled over yourself just the smallest amount.

You both were able to walk maybe 20 feet away from the bar before you were whining about your feet hurting. “If you weren’t dancing and falling over every 5 seconds, they wouldn’t hurt so much.” Ravn replied with a snicker, flinching a little when you swatted his shoulder and pouted up at him.

He stopped the both of you for a second and you continued pouting. “Oppaaaaaaaa. Can’t we just get a cab or something?” You whined as he turned to you for a second, seeing how you were truly doing at the moment.

He sighed and gave a very sarcastic chuckle, yes you could tell-you know his quirks extraordinarily well, and shook his head a little. “You silly girl, don’t you remember we drove here? We’re walking to the car now.” He laughed finally, shaking due to his laughter while you just stared at him wide eyed.

You blushed at the fact that you’d forgotten you drove here with him and grumbled softly, crossing your arms in a childish manner. He then unlocked the car that was directly in front of you and opened the passenger door, sweeping his arm toward it in a fake and grand way for you. It took you a couple seconds to see that it was the car you came in; you even ended up blinking a couple times to focus on the car before stepping towards it slowly. “We were in front of it and you didn’t say anything? Rude.” You grumbled, scrunching your nose at him with a small smile as you slipped into the seat and immediately put your seatbelt on.

Luckily you were what people would call a functioning drunk, able to make your body cooperate semi-well as you’re under the influence of alcohol. You also were more paranoid and like a mother hen to everyone making sure they got home safely and telling them they’d better tell you when they got home, and the best one? asking Ravn consistently whether or not you both got in the correct car and if he knew where you were going. Now, just because you are able to function properly, doesn’t mean you’d remember some of the stuff you said and did...that’s the downside to all the liquor you can handle.

xXx

Your nose scrunched at the feeling of something brushing against it. Your head twitched. “Ssshhhh it’s okay Y/N, go to sleep.” Someone whispered to you, touching your sides and legs.

Instead of listening to the person like your tired brain wanted, you screamed and flailed around, half wondering why you weren’t able to move your body and half wondering who was talking to you. “What-who-where-” “Y/N! It’s me, it’s Youngjo!” Your friend shouted at you, trying to make sure you didn’t fall and hurt yourself.

You blinked your eyes open and looked at him, wide eyed and freaked out. “What happened?! I remember getting in the car and that’s it!” You yelled while looking down at your body, checking yourself over.

Ravn flushed crimson as you continued to feel yourself up for your clothes and quickly tripped over his feet in the rush to sit next to you. One leg slipped out underneath him and he fell forward, crashing into you and accidentally slamming his lips against yours. You both fell back onto the couch with him landing on top of you, catching his weight on his left hand pressing into the armrest of the couch. He immediately stood up off the couch and left for the kitchen, stuttering out a loud apology.

You just sat there for a minute, fingers to your lips and a small blush on your face as you thought through the events that just transpired. Your best friend, and crush of about 3 years, finally kissed you. Even if it was an accident, it was still amazing. You giggled a little at the thought and stood up straight stumbling only a little as you were apparently still tipsy. You giggled louder as you stumbled into his kitchen, watching him as he paced the kitchen in a panic.

The moment he saw you in the doorway he gasped and rushed over to you, staying far enough away he wouldn’t touch you, but close enough to talk to you like a normal person. “Oh fuck. Jeez, damn, I’m so sorry Y/N! I seriously didn’t mean to kiss you. Please don’t be mad at-mmmph!”

In the middle of his rambling you managed to press your hands to his cheeks and lean in quickly to kiss him. He tensed up for a moment as he felt the kiss before slowly relaxing into your hands, feeling your thumbs stroking his cheeks. You smiled into the kiss and took a step closer, hands trailing down his face, down his neck, and around his shoulders to wrap around his neck. He gently bit your bottom lip and took the last step toward you, his own arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you as close as he could. You opened your mouth the slightest bit and immediately felt his tongue stroking yours. His hands gripped you tighter as he bit your bottom lip, slowly pulling away from the kiss.

After the kiss ended, he leaned back a little to stare at you wide eyed, mouth opening to say something. “U-Uh that was…”You pulled him back down to you and kissed him again, giggling at his response. “Yeah, it was. I like you a lot Youngjo. Enough to want to keep doing it, over and over again.” You said, a lot more serious than you felt as you were internally giggling at yourself at the stupidity of how you confessed.

His eyes stayed wide open as he looked at you. “W-What? But….” He stuttered, his arms falling from your waist.

You frowned a little and was about to step away from him when he wrapped his arms back around you and twirled you around, making you squeal out loud. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words!!!! We’re going out tomorrow. Tomorrow, on a real date, and no drinking.” He told you seriously, putting you down and sticking a finger in your face.

To spite him, you gently bit his finger and then pouted when he pulled his hand quickly away. “Hey! That’s not nice.” He mumbled with a pout, watching as you just smirked and winked at him.

His face turned at least 50 shades of red.

~~~~~

Taglist: @kimgeonhak

#oneus #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #oneus requests #oneus ravn #oneus ravn x fem!reader #oneus fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #mymisstina #skye.works

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alienatedhooman · 5 years

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Starling

A/N: So this is like my first ever tumblr one shot post but I’m no writer I just did this for fun 😂 Anyways please take it easy on me and enjoy 💕

Tags: @chims-kookies

— 🌟 —

“...and cut!” The director, Beverly Abbotts stated, a wide grin spread across her face. The cameraman who we called Michael for fun grabbed the clapboard nearby him and clicked it, signaling the other staff around us that the music production was finally finished.

“Whoo!” Annika, my manager and mother like figure clapped her hands as she cheered me on, making her way over to me. I got off the set and she handed me my (f/c) robe to cover up and gave me a bottle of water. “Stunning as always.” She complimented.

I opened the cap, taking big gulps and sighing in relief afterwards. “This water tastes delicious,” I stated wiping my mouth. “Hey Miss Melrose do you mind if I spend the rest of the day at Damian’s?”

Annika gave me a stern look. “What if you get spotted by the fans? What if something bad happens to you?”

I playfully rolled my eyes and chuckled, “I’ll be fine Miss Mel! I’m really good at sneaking out, even you know that.” I commented referring to the times where I’d go out late at night just to sightsee.

Annika still didn’t look convinced. I gave my best puppy eyes at her and it looks like I got a gamer win. “Fine, but come back as soon as you can. You’ve got some upcoming interviews in a little while.”

“Thank you!” I shouted in glee as I rushed into my changing room. As I opened the door, I grabbed my phone out from the table littered with different kinds of makeup. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Damian and then started typing.

Me: Hiya lovie!

Dami 💓: Hello, beloved. How was the filming?

Me: It went really well. Are you busy today?

Dami 💓: No I happen to be free. Is there anything you need?

Me: Coolio, and no, wanna hangout today though?

Dami 💓: Always habibi ❤️ Would you like Alfred to pick you up?

Me: Yeah that sounds great :) See you in a couple of minutes, I love you 💘

My cheeks started hearing up and I looked at myself in the mirror, looking like a blushing mess. I changed out of my revealing outfit, feeling glad I didn’t have to wear it anymore. I went over to my closet and wore a blue gingham tube top, pairing it with high waisted cuffed shorts. I grabbed my backpack filled with all my belongings and necessities, slipping on a pair of white white shoes the heading off.

As I peeped through the covered windows of the building, I noticed a swarm of actors, singers, staff and others alike rushing to get to their designated areas like bumblebees going from one flower to another. I opened the door, the Gotham sun immediately blazing my skin and just in time Alfred came rolling up in his limousine.

I smiled as I quickly opened the door, not wanting him to get out and do it for me, “Hey Alfie!” I greeted and waved at him from the back.

He looked at his mirror and gave me a warm smile, “Hello to you too, Miss (L/N). How are you doing?”

“Peachy,” I stated as I set my bag down and put on my seatbelt. “What about you?”

“I’m alright, thank you,” he replied as he started driving. “I must say, Master Damian is very pleased to see you.”

— 🌟 —

“Damiaaaan.” I whined as I rolled over to my side, laying down on my belly as I kicked my legs up and down on his bed.

“This will only take a minute, beloved.” Damian responses as he typed away on his laptop, standardizing emails to send out to his employees discussing the events occurring for the next few weeks. Damian was in his early 20s but he sure knew how to run a business.

“But you promised.” I said with a pout, placing my palms on the sides of my jawline and letting the weight of my head on it.

He continued to type, the sounds of the keys clicking filling the silence in the quiet room. I frowned as I changed my position and sat up, crossing my legs and arms.

“I’ll ask Bart if I can hang out with him then.” I joked around, getting up and pretending to leave as I headed for the door.

Bart and I are pretty close friends, he’s saved me a bunch of times from paparazzi and mobs, speeding me away. Damian wasn’t too pleased at the idea of me running off with him, afraid of losing me.

In a swift manner Damian stood blocking the door, eyebrows knitted together as he looked defensive. In the back of my head I was laughing like a madman and I tried my hardest not to let out a laugh.

“Fine.” He stated in defeat, finally giving in.

“Yay!” I squealed like a little girl, bear hugging him. Damian hugged back, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on top of my head.

After what felt like hours we pulled away. Damian gave a quick peck on my lips, kneeling a bit to reach my height. “I’ll go grab my phone,” I said as I went to go fetch it from my bag laying on the ground.

Damian sighed but smiled afterwards. They didn’t spend a lot of time together due to their schedules but he savored times like these. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was truly a lovesick puppy.

— 🌟 —

“Hey guys, it’s (Y/N) and today’s special guest is my lovely boyfriend!” I said as I started drumming on his desk, hyping up Damian while he sat down on his chair looking emotionless. “He doesn’t talk much.”

Damian gave you a soft glare, huffing a little bit, “Yes I do, that’s absurd.”

“Anyways,” I say as I grabbed the container filled with many papers cut into small rectangles, “we’re gonna be reading thirst tweets today as requested. Would you do the honor?”

“Tsk.” Damian uttered saying his alternative instead of tt. He pulled out a random paper and gave it to me.

“Okay, let’s read the first one,” you began to read the paper out loud. “(Y/N)’s body is a temple and I want to bust her walls down.”

My boyfriend’s eyes suddenly widened as his jaw dropped and I started cracking up. He’d definitely try to track these people down afterwards for sure. “This is harassment!” He declared beginning to throw a fit.

“Lovie it’s fine, it’s like not it’s gonna happen in real life.” I snarkily remarked and it felt like I could feel people’s hearts breaking after what I announced.

“Moving on,” I proceeded taking out a paper myself, “I’d run around a cactus field and set myself on fire if it means you could sit down on my face for 8 seconds.”

Damian and I looked at each other and slowly looked at the phone, blinking our eyes open and closed ever so often. “Thank you, next.” I phrased from one of my songs.

After a few more tweets getting weirder and nastier each second, we finally got down to our last down. “Final one, boys. Let’s read what it says.”

“I want (Y/N) to shove me against my locker so hard just like how she did it with Troye Sivan in her music video.”

I gasped at what the anonymous tweet said, “That’s actually so mean.”

Damian chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my back, “Should’ve thought about that when you were filming.”

“It wasn’t under my direction!” I stated defensively.

With his other hand, Damian squished my cheek as I tried to puff them up and look tough, “You’re cute when you look all hot and bothered.” He commented with a smirk and all of a sudden I started blushing again.

“W-well there you have it folks! See you next this. This is (Y/N) and Damian signing out.” I said in a hurry, ending the live as quick as I could.

“It’s been ages since we’ve properly hung out, do you have time to go out tonight?” Damian inquired as he held me closer.

“I have a couple of interviews but I’m not doing anything afterwards.” I spoke, testing my head on his chest hearing his heart beat.

“Meet me up by the rooftop? Our usual spot.” His emerald eyes looked into my (e/c) orbs, face leaning dangerously closer to mine.

“You can count on it.” I planted my lips onto his, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me onto the bed. It may be hard not seeing each other for months and having busy schedules but when we’re together there’s never a dull moment.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #damian and you #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #robin

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jul-bilant · 5 years

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Prince!Seokmin/DK

oh my god g u ys ss dhsdfz,hjv

yall have nO IDEA HOW AGGRAVATED I AM LIKE DSJSHCBHJ

i actually finished this already but tumblr kept on crashing like???

hhhhhhhhhh-

anywayyyy this was actually a request but when i checked my inbox,, it disappeared ;-;-;-;-;

so yh, sorry it took so long :’VV

warning! a bit of bloodshed, mentions of murder and drugs and a bit of swearing

s o

prince seokmin amirite ladies

sosososososo adorable and cheerful like

the epitome of happiness

he has a really good singing voice too !!

so the whole kingdom just fawns over him as he sings lol

but he also really cares for his kingdom and the people he loves

so when you hurt the innocent, prepare for prince seokmin to come at u

so you’re just a norm villager

and it’s quite late at night, but you forgot to run an errand so you’re doing it last minute

bad idea ik but thts how desperate you are jnsdkjfbskjcb--

you were rushing and took a breather when you suddenly heard rustling in the bushes behind you

you turn around, panicking

literally everything in you was telling you to run

run n o w

but you couldn’t move

you were paralyzed, too scared to function properly

the rustling stopped but you still couldn’t move, you were still paralyzed in fear

and that was your downfall

a hand tugged your hands from behind and pulled you towards them, placing a hand on your mouth as well

you tried escaping from the person’s grip, but it was useless, you were too weak

“got you now, you rat.”

you knew who that voice belonged to,

but you just couldn’t believe it

before you could even emit another sound, you were knocked out

when you woke up, you scanned your surroundings

you were in a spacious room with golden designs embedded into the beige walls

but what you were most concerned about was that you were bound to a chair by ropes

you tried to look behind you but there’s no use, your feet were tied to the chair’s legs

suddenly, you heard the door open from behind you

“i’m her to get answers, and you better give them to me.”

????

the hell??????

“listen, i don’t know what’s happening, but whoever it is that you’re trying to catch, it isn’t me.” you told seokmin

“shut up, i remember your face vividly. there’s no way i could forget it.”

he took your chair and spun it around for you to face him

when your eyes met, you gave him the deadliest glare you could possibly muster

he pulled out a pocket knife and held it against your neck harshly

“where did you hide them?” he asked through his gritted teeth

“hide what?” you wince at the pain

“the drugs you used on the victims!” he pressed on your neck a little harder

you bit your lip in pain as you felt your blood trickle down a bit

“i’m telling you! i’m not the criminal!” you retorted and he scoffed

“liar! i’m not falling for whatever bullshit you’re spewing-”

“prince seokmin!”

he was cut off by one of his guards calling his attention

“prince seokmin! we found the actual criminal! the girl is innocent!”

seokmin immediately pulled away from you and bit his lip

he growled in frustration and gripped his pocket knife tighter

you gave him a look, your eyebrow raised and you huffed

“told you. now are you going to untie me or wha- hey!” you yelled when he rushed out of the room

you groaned in frustration and annoyance

and also in pain because your neck was still bleeding

a few minutes later, the door opened

and who walked was none other than prince seokmin

you didn’t look at him. because you knew that once you did, you’d have to restrain the strong urge to rip his face off

you thought he was going to untie you, but nope

well. he did, but before that. he got on one knee and bowed

“i.. i’m sorry. i just couldn’t risk possibly endangering other people by setting a criminal free..” he said

“perhaps i could make it up to you?” he offered

you scoffed. “by what? paying me? shallow for a prince who almost killed me.”

he thought for a while while untying you

“maybe you could live here for as long as you want and be treated like royalty? would that satisfy you?” he suggested

you were dumbfounded and speechless for a good minute

“you can’t be serious, what about your parents? won’t they get upset at you?” you asked him

“no, i just have to explain what happened and they’ll be alright with it.” he said

“well..” you thought about it

“what do you say, y/n?” seokmin reached out his hand

wait he knew your name?

as if he read your mind, he answered,

“don’t ask, i have my ways.”

you shrugged, well he is the prince

“alright then.” you took and shook his hand

he helps you up and doesn’t let go of your hand just yet

“follow me,” he says and leads you to the little clinic they have in the palace

he sits you down on the bed and takes one of the first aid kits

sitting beside you, he opens it

“again, i’m so sorry...” he says, feeling guilty about harming you

“it’s alright.. i would’ve reacted like you in that kind of situation anyway..” you assured him with a slight smile

he smiled back, feeling better that you forgave him

he lifted your chin with his finger, “stay like that for a while,”

he starts treating your wound

as he treats you, you wonder off into your own thoughts

‘how do i explain this to mother and father?..’

you thought about how worried they might be at the moment

while you were zoning out, seokmin got the perfect idea of teasing you, just to have a little fun

taking a band aid, he came closer to your neck and placed in on the wound, but instead of pulling away, he

wait for it

he fr e a k i n

k i s s e s y o u r n e c k

and bOI

were you hella flustered

you immediately pulled away and stared at him

“w-wha- what the hell was that for?” you almost shouted

he started to laugh quietly, “nothing, just wanted to see how you’d react.”

you were as red as a cherry (bomb) and he found it really cute

*cue his adorbs giggles jfdkjvbssejnckj*

“well, you should really get some rest..” he got up and called a maid

the maid bowed to you, “greetings, miss y/n.”

you were shocked

“oh, hello, you don’t have to bow to me..” you told her

she smiled, “we really don’t mind, miss y/n, and it;s prince seokmin’s order to treat you royally.”

you look to seokmin who had a slight smirk playing on his lips, “i told you you’d be treated like royalty.”

the maid led you to your room and gave you a nightgown to change into

“thank you,” you told her as she bowed and left

quickly changing into the nightgown, you plop down onto the soft bunch of pillows

you covered yourself with the blanket and fell asleep in an instant

the following morning, you woke up to see a note left on top of the bedside table

‘did you sleep well? hopefully, you did. breakfast is ready, meet me after you eat on the 8th floor. -prince seokmin’

you placed the note back on the bedside table and stretched

you see that a casual gown was left for you to change into

you bathed and did your hair, changing into the gown afterwards

you got to the dining room pretty quickly, you had a good sense of direction and could easily navigate through places

you finish eating breakfast and head to the 8th floor as seokmin said

and as expected, you were greeted by a beaming seokmin

“come here,” he took your hand

“where are we going exactly?” you asked and he gave a brief reply

“my favorite place to go to.”

you found yourself in a room filled with various instruments and a stage

seeing the harp that was displayed, you sat down and admired it

although you didn’t know how to play other instruments, your mother’s favorite instrument was the harp, and so it was yours too

“you know how to play?” seokmin asked you

you nodded and starting strumming the strings, creating beautiful melodies

seokmin recognized the song and started singing along to it’s lyrics

you would be lying if you said you weren’t mesmerized by his voice

you almost strum the wrong strings, being distracted by his voice

“you play really well!” seokmin complimented you

you thanked him, telling him he had a really gifted voice

you both spent quite a while just staying in that room, but he had princely duties to do so he took his leave first

you stayed though

you spent a good portion of your day just playing the harp and making more melodies and letting nostalgia engulf you

this went on for weeks and these meet ups gradually get longer and longer

sometimes neither of you notice that it’s already 10 pm or smth lmao

yall r cute jhcflcjhc--

one night, you were awaken by a knock on your door

you slowly get up and open the door to see a butler

“miss y/n.. i apologize for interrupting your sleep, but a woman who claims to be your aunt is downstairs, she says it’s an urgent matter.”

you quickly thank him and quickly rush downstairs to find your aunt crying hysterically

in a frantic state, you rush to her and ask her what was wrong

“y-your parents... y/n i-.. i’m so s-sorry..” she sobbed weakly

“w-why? what happened to them?” you asked, scared of knowing but in dire need to

“t-they.. they were murdered..”

tears brimmed your eyes

“wha-.. h-how?”

“someone broke in.. they robbed the house and shot them...” she explained trying to catch her breath

you on the other hand were hysteric

it dawned upon you that you haven’t tried contacting your parents and it’s been weeks since you’ve disappeared

you felt like a good for nothing daughter

you disappear for weeks and live a royal life, leaving your parents behind

you felt awful

the cries you let out eventually were heard by seokmin so he panicked

he went downstairs and saw you and your aunt crying

he got concerned and approached the both of you and asked what happened

since you were too upset to actually form coherent words, your aunt explained everything

seokmin felt bad and enraged that someone would do such a thing

he told your aunt to spend the night here to ensure her safety and asked a maid to assist her to her room

slowly, he takes your arms from your face

“y/n?..” he engulfs you in a hug and lets you cry out your sadness

“hey..it’ll be alright.. we’ll catch them and give them the punishment they deserve..” he comforted you

“come, you should sleep, you’ll get a headache in the morning if you don’t.” he helped you to your room and tucked you in your bed

he stood up, about to exit your room

but you stopped him from doing so

“don’t leave..” your voice came out rough and weak from sobbing

hearing your plea, he couldn’t say otherwise

“i won’t..”

he got into the bed with you and took your face in his hands

“don’t worry, okay?.. i’m always here for you..” he told you softly

you nodded

“i-..” you paused,

“believe you.”

in that moment, seokmin took a risk

something that would change the way you see each other

getting closer (sumi chage--), he closed the gap between the both of you

he kissed you passionately, you could feel his love radiating from the kiss

pulling away, he ran his hand through your hair

“i love you, y/n..”

“i love you, too, seokmin..”

and you both fell asleep, cuddling each other

#prince!dk #prince!seokmin #royal!dk #royal!seokmin #prince!au #royal!au #royalty!au #Seventeen #dk #seokmin #dokyeom #lee seokmin #oneshot #imagine

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clownsgobeepbeep · 6 years

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Dress to Impress(Robert Gray x Reader)True Pennywise AU

This is my first fic with the True Pennywise Robert, so my apologies if it's horrible. I can only write hc's for this poor boy >_< This AU belongs to @my-gunpowder

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"How about this one,Robert?"

"Hmm...I don't know. I don't think yellow is really my color."the young man commented as the older man held up a mustard yellow cloth before his free hand looked through a nearby box, then pulling out a costume that was quite a small size.

"But your original costume was yellow! It looked so well on you Penny!"

"It looked well Mr. Green, but I think a different color would fit much better this time. Maybe something like,red?"

Mr. Green huffed to himself as he gently put down the yellow cloth he was holding back into the box he pulled it out from, then taking a moment to hold the small clown costume in his hands to admire it. He remembered when Robert used to wear the outfit, and how it initially fit him loosely and he had long sleeves that dangled when he moved.

"But we already have a red clown my boy."the man mentioned which then made Robert let out a somewhat irritated sigh, then digging through more boxes that contained a variety of colored rolls of cloths.

"Then...then...I don't know,maybe we can create a custom color? I'd like to incorporate some red into the costume as well."

Mr. Green let out a warm smile and then chuckled as he saw his adopted son rummage through the boxes, repeatedly grabbing the rolls of fabric to see which of the colors would combine well in a costume, but he always released a deep breath when he was not content with any of the mixtures.

"How about...you go out and look for a color you like? Buy whichever ones you want and come back so that I can help you decide on which ones you should add into the costume. Meanwhile, I could work on your design, yes?"

Robert set down the objects he held,then letting out a small smile after so much time of having his eyebrows furrowed with his former desperate frown. He nodded to Mr. Green who grinned in returned, both of the males getting off their knees and onto their feet and carefully placing the rolls back inside the boxes. Robert nodded once more, then turning to leave before he felt mr. Green place a hand on his shoulder from behind him.

"And,Penny?'Robert craned his head to glance at the man who had a face with obvious worry that was being masked with his smile. "Be careful out there...with all the people, you know."

The young man lifted his hand to show a thumbs up, then having Mr. Green slip his hand off of his to then pat his back before Robert turned back to the front and walked away.

Once Robert had exited the circus tent after receiving the usual glares from his co-workers, he slowly took a few steps whilst looking around the area to check that nobody was in sight. Once he noticed that there were only a few people around, he let out a small smile and began to casually walk along the dirt filled road that would lead him to the main square of Derry.

He tucked his hands into his pants’ pockets as he let out a quiet whistle that went to the tune of the song that was constantly played on the calliope Mr. Green had in the circus. The little song being the one he usually danced to when in his clown outfit and makeup, though it was quite obvious that he was in need of something new which was why he and Mr. Green had been looking through different cloths that would be used to make his new outfit.

As he walked through the small town, he thought of the colors he could use for his new costume which came to be a difficult task since he wasn’t much for designing and the only color he kept thinking of was red. And in addition to that, he realized that nearby there was a group of young me lurking as they stared at him intensely, almost as if he were their prey.

Unfortunately under those circumstances, Robert really was the prey they were after, and this wasn’t the first time in which the situation had acted out in this way. He noticed this and slightly turned his head to the side, pretending to look around with curiosity when he was instead taking a rain check on the males.

Robert looked up and let out a sigh of relief when he instantly saw that the fabric shop was just ahead of him, and that safety would soon have him wrapped in its arms hidden from the men that obviously meant harm. He quickened his pace and did not dare turn back so that they would not be able to sense his fear, feeling his heart’s pace increase with every step that he took.

He realized that the building was just a few steps away, and he would eventually reach it in no time which brought a comforted grin to his expression, right before it was immediately wiped away when he felt himself get pulled to the side quite harshly.

“Oi Bobby, where do ya think you’re going?”one of the males said as the other two held him roughly against a wall, laughing as he struggled to escape their grasp.

"I-I'm just going to...the fabric shop, t-to get something for m-m-m-"

"Oh, poor B-B-Bobby boy!He can't even talk and let's the stutter get to him!"another of the men said before they all laughed to themselves, then laughing even louder when one of them threw a punch at Robert's side which took out all his air.

As they continued to hurt Robert, none of them had realized that their laughter and Robert's whimpers had lead to somebody to hear them as they walked by.

"Come on Bobby, tell us a joke and we'll let you go!"

"No,no,no!Make him dance instead Bowers!"

"Yeah!Make the wall eyed monkey do his dance!"

"What are you boys doing?"they all heard behind them, then turning to the back before their eyes caught sight of a young woman, you , who that glared at the tormentors with deadly eyes.

"Ey there pretty lady, shouldn't ya be with your chaperone?"one of the men called out which caused the you to slightly look around, but you then cleared you throat and stood your ground.

"That is none of your concern, now back away from the boy."you demanded which merely emitted chuckles from the men who did as they were told, but with new intentions in mind. "Thank you..."

"Oh no,thank you darling."

"What for?"you whispered as they begun to approach you,each one of them with smirks as your eyes landed on the other male that held his stomach and did his best to stand up. You realized that the man had been easily saved, but there was currently a newfound problem:who would save you?

"Get away from her..."a whisper said, and you realized that it was let out by the man who now leaned against the stone wall, doing his best to near the men to keep them away from you.

"Shut yer trap Robert, we're taking something today which is gonna be you or her."

"Yeah, and from what we can tell, it'll be much better if we take the little lady."

Your eyes widened when you noticed that their current mindset was not a good one, so you backed away while you still kept your eyes on 'Robert'. There was a moment in which you nearly tripped because of your heeled, but then caught yourself and looked back to see if there was anything blocking your path.

"You better stay back,or else!"The other men only let out snickers as they slowly and teasingly walked towards you like the predators they were, and right before you could take another step back and they one forwards, they immediately stopped in their tracks with eyes wider than your own.

Rather than wondering what it is changed their mind again or standing in confusion, you stood firmly once again before straightening your back and crossing your arms against your chest.

"Now,are you going to stay back?"you asked before a tall man stepped in front of you, obviously towering above you and the men excluding Robert who you could tell was very tall. Thankfully, it just happened to be your chaperone.

"Are you alright?"you asked as you stepped over to Robert who was still leaned against the wall with obvious discomfort, and you soon had one of his eyes look up at you before he straightened himself with both eyes widened.

"Y-y-yes!No need to w-worry about me miss!"he stuttered out as he realized he could not think to himself too properly, especially when you chaperone approached you from behind and glared at Robert.

"Are you sure?I think it would be best that we walk with you for the time being so that you aren't bothered by anybody sir."

"No,miss...it's alright really, it happens quite often."he mentioned with a cough that only made you squint your eyes, then shaking your head before you gently tugged on his arm and began to walk which had him shocked, though a bit happy. At the same time, he felt strange and warm in his stomach which brought no ease to the situation he was currently in.

"What were those foolish men doing to you?"you asked as you walked by Robert's side, already having handled the men from before with you chaperone who easily drove them off. You both entered the fabric store as your chaperone stood behind you, mainly watching out for any other person who planned on doing anything to you.

"They were just, playing around as always...They're,um...my friends?"You turned to look at him with a glare as he winced in pain, then causing you to shake your head.

"Friends don't hurt friends, just how they don't lie nor insult each other seriously. Those men are not your friends, um-"

"Robert,my name is Robert Gray."he smiled at you as one of his hands remained at his side holding where he most likely had a bruise forming, then letting out a breath to breathe a bit more properly when he was finally able to have a much better view of your features. "A-and you,miss?"

"Oh,my name is (Y/N) (L/N), and this here is my chaperone (C/N)."

Robert glanced at the man who shared a similar height to him, then glancing his eyes back to the front to make sure that they never landed on you, in fear of what your chaperone could do.

"So Mr. Gray, why are you here in the fabrics? Shouldn't you be in the circus being a clown?"you laughed out before he shyly scratched behind his head, then giving a shrug.

"I-I was supposed to look for some fabrics f-for my new c-costume..."he whispered as he looked around. "I don't really k-know which one to choose though..."

For a moment, you shut your eyes before opening them to scan the area,and soon enough your orbs landed on a box containing dark colors which brought an idea to your mind, thus creating a smile on your face.

"Hey...Gray!"

"Yes?"

"No,gray!You should use a gray color scheme!"you exclaimed when you tugged on the cloth and revealed fabric of that color, though it leaned more towards the silver side due to its slight shine.

"Gray?When have you ever seen a clown with such a dull color?"he asked with some confusion, but you shook your head in a bit of disagreement.

"Exactly! When have you see a clown with a color that's not bright? And besides, it goes with your last name perfectly!"

"It...it actually does..."Robert whispered, then sighed to himself in the most discreet way possible before he heard you speak again.

"I think you should use some red though, it would look really nice since it would stand out perfectly from the rest of the suit."

"Really?"he asked in an obviously hopeful voice before he saw you nod your head in response with a smile. You grinned and once you opened your mouth to reply to him, you shut it when your chaperone cleared his throat to speak up.

"Miss (L/N), it's about time that we leave. Your parents are waiting your arrival at this moment, they expect you to clean yourself before din-"

"Oh (C/N),they can wait another while longer. Right now we're helping Mr. Gray with his new clown costume!"

"Miss (L/N)?"you heard Robert say, and you turned to him before he too cleared his throat. "You don't have to worry about me at all, I can take care of myself just fine and it would be best that you head home already. It would be best to not upset your parents over a clown."

You stared at Robert with an unsure expression, not knowing if you really wanted to go home after meeting a person who was in clear need of friends, especially because he appeared to be a very kind person. Rather than speaking again, you let out a sigh before smiling and nodding your head.

"Well, alright Mr. Gray."you finalized before turning around to leave, then taking one final glance at him with the smile he knew he was going to keep in mind for the longest of time. "I sure do hope to see you around."

"A-as do I!"he called out before you gave him a wave and had your chaperon usher you out as he too looked at Robert, but with a look that none of the other men of Derry received. Robert held his breath until he saw the both of you exit the shop, then letting it all go to turn and examine the cloths you had been previously looking at.

"Gray...and red...I like it."

#robert gray x reader #robert gray imagine #true pennywise au

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annayareads · 6 years

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Fix the Tune of My Heart Pt. 2

PT. 1

“Hello, I am Derek Nurse, your director, and I am so excited to work with every single one of you.”

The people in the seats erupted into applause and Derek felt his nervousness fade away. All these people believed in him, the least he could do was believe in himself.

“To my cast, thank you for looking at my script and giving it a chance. You guys killed it in the audition process and I know that there are no better people to bring my script to life. I look forward to getting to know you and pushing you to be better actors as I know you will push me to be a better director.”

Just then Ford joined him onstage.

“Here is my better half, Ford.”

“I wouldn’t say better, but definitely more organized. Nurse here is the creativity, but I am the megaphone to make sure you all are here 110% every rehearsal,” Ford said with a small smile, but a fiery determination in her eyes. She was even more radiant when she was in Stage Manager mode. It made Nursey proud to call her his friend.

“She downplays how amazing she is. I never could have gotten this far without her. To my crew, you are the beating heart behind this production. You are all extremely talented in your areas of expertise and I couldn’t feel more proud to have you in my corner.All of you have something special within you, I just hope that I can let all of you shine. I have a great feeling about this group of people. I can tell that we’ll be a family in no time.” He smiled widely. “Let’s kick some ass, guys.”

There was a thunderous roar of applause as Nursey took a joking bow. Ford had somehow made a clipboard materialize.

“Now, if we could get you all in a line, so I can get your phone numbers for a group chat,” Ford projected out to the people before her.

The steady flow of chatter returned to the space as they began to line up.

Shitty came up to him and said, “What a glorious motherfucking speech man. Brought tears to my eyes. It’ll be an honor to work under you, you beautiful fucker.”

“Thanks, Shitty. I’m still so happy that you agreed to join the orchestra.”

“Of course, man. I’ll bang some keys for you anytime. Better go get in line. See you.”

“See you, Shits.”

Derek looked around then slipped out of the theater quietly. He just needed to breathe for a second. Just as he exited the room, he was knocked down by what felt like a speeding train.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. “

“What?” Derek mumbled.

“I’m sorry. I’m late and then I had to knock you down. Fuck. Bad first impression.”

Derek blinked his eyes open and said, “Chill.”

“W-what?”

Derek’s vision focused and he immediately recognized who it was. William Poindexter had crashed into him. He should probably get up now and not stare at Poindexter’s gorgeous biceps in his plaid button down.

“Derek Nurse. I’m very happy to have you working on my project. I can’t thank you enough for reaching out and clearing your schedule to help me with my baby.”

He held out his hand and William looked at it then smiled and shook it. Derek felt his heart skip a beat, not gonna lie. You would too if this beautiful man touched you and smiled. Oh right, he should probably listen to what Poindexter is saying.

“I’m William Poindexter. It’s really me who should be thanking you. I’m excited to work closely with you.”

They smiled each other for a beat longer than is polite. Their hands were still interlocked when Ford came into the hallway frantically.

“Oh, there you are, Derek. Come in quick, you know how actors get when there’s nothing to do. Oh, hello, Mr. Poindexter,” Ford said.

The two men hastily snatched their hands away and glanced away from each other.

“We should go in. You can meet your crew,” Derek said.

“Sounds good,” Will said and began walking into the theater.

Ford was right the actors and crew were getting rowdy in the absence of a director. It had to be squashed before they hit the point of no return. He hopped up on stage.

“Alright, kiddos! I’m going to need all my actors to head out with Cosima over there. Cos, raise your hand!” A short Greek girl with hair to the middle of her back went on her tiptoes and raised her hand.

“Yo! Y’all ready to warm up those pipes for some truly melodious singing?”

There were a few stray whoops as the actors filed out of the theater.

“Musicians, you’re heading off with the one and only Georgia Martin who will be your conductor.”

Georgia waved and said, “Please call me George. Come on.”

“And crew, I’m going to be sending you with Ford to properly get acquainted with who you’re going to be working with and the delegation of things.”

Ford was already at the exit with her hand up like the omniscient goddess that she was. “Come on, my group.”

“Poindexter, you’re staying with me,” Derek called out to stop the retreating William Poindexter.

Will turned around and headed towards the stage. Derek sat down criss-cross-applesauce and hummed “Hopeless” before overanalyzing the fact that he was humming Eliza’s pining song about Hamilton while William was approaching him.

“What’s up?” Will asked.

“So, I wanted to talk set design with you.”

“I would hope that’s what 90% of our conversations are about,” Will said rolling his eyes.

“And the other 10%?” Derek asked teasingly.

Will’s skin started to tint a bit red, so Derek filed that in his mind for later before deciding to act like an adult.

“Just teasing, Will. Can I call you Will?”

Will shrugged. “Most people call me Dex, but do what you want.”

“Alright, Dex.” Nursey paused. “Yeah, I like that. Dex.”

“Set design?” Will said impatiently.

“Chill, Dexy. I’m getting there. We’ll be working very closely together for 8 weeks. We should get to know each other.”

“Whatever, Nurse.”

“Nursey.”

“What?”

“Call me Nursey.”

“O-okay.”

“Do it.”

“What?”

“For Christ’s sake, Poindexter.”

“Fine! Nursey.”

Dex was flushed a deep red now and Derek was alarmed by a strong rush of fondness. Usually, all those muscles and an attractive face only stirred up lust, but Poindexter was...something else. Be productive, Derek Malik Nurse!

“Anyway, so I was thinking about the set and I was really in love with the idea of having an entire set system rigged to the ceiling and all the sets get like dropped and lifted between scenes. I mean, obviously, the beds and shit like that would get brought in through our crew or stage managers,” Derek rambled.

Will had this strange look on his face. “And you want this set to be three dimensional?”

“Of course, Dexy.”

Will looked up at the ceiling of the theater and frowned. “No.”

“What?”

“No. That’s not going to work in this space or really in most places.”

“You aren’t even going to try?”

“Nursey, you realize that I’ve worked on many shows before right?”

“Yeah, why do you think I was so excited to have you here?”

“Then you also realize that I will know what I’m talking about at least 99% of the time?”

“But what if now is that 1%?”

“Trust me. It’s not.”

“Fine.” Derek pouted. His vision was already not coming to fruition. Will sighed and awkwardly patted Derek’s shoulder.

“We’ll figure something out that will look even better. Don’t worry.”

“God, you’re awful and comforting, huh?”

Will spluttered a bit before saying, “See if I ever do it again, asshole.”

“Aww, Dexy. Don’t spurn me so.”

“Whatever.”

“Chill.”

“I’m getting really sick of you saying that.”

“Chill?”

“Yes,” Will hissed through his teeth.

“You mean,” Derek started with an evil gleam in his eyes, “you aren’t chill with me saying chill?”

“You’re impossible! I’m going to find Ford, who’s obviously the only reasonable person I’ll be working with, and talk to my crew.”

Will stormed out and slammed the door shut after him. Derek burst into rolling waves of laughter.

“God, he’s hot.”

I have no idea how making a musical works. My knowledge is based on my experience in highschool theater.

There’s a bit of flirting, y’all.

#omgcp #omgcp fic #dexnursey #nurseydex #dexnursey musical au #ford omgcp #derek malik nurse #nursey omgcp #william poindexter #dex omgcp

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kyberled · 7 years

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Entire infodump under here for anyone who wants to see it \o/ (mostly just my own responses to cut down on length so there’s a lack of context to some of my reactions lmao)

kyberled

sent a post: Doing some warm-u...

they r these friends

I don't have a name for them yet but they helped Braig and vice versa and kept each other safe during the Grau Tessk incident

They don't have a lot of outside contact with the rest of the galaxy and until the war started didn't at all

They r very tall and very furry and have big eyes

But they have a tradition of wearing masks around strangers (they initially thought the clones' helmets were the same thing) (They took their masks off around Braig and the surviving troops after a few weeks in the tunnels and that is a sign of friendship and trust in their culture)

The masks were originally for camouflage when hunting or fighting but came to have cultural significance. Adults have masks of wood, children usually wear leaves or woven grass cause its lighter and also they grow out of them fast

If you are important you are allowed to decorate ur mask with leaves and flowers :0 Different combinations mean different things

The one in the first picture is Goann, an influential Elder, and his flowers and leaves mean that he is very good at negotiating peace between villages

The two fronds on either side represent the villages and the flowers in between show meeting and peace so it's pretty straight forward but there can be some pretty elaborate headdresses

Since they had minimal contact with others they don't actually speak much Basic?? Which means that it was very difficult to send out a call for help when Grau came

And those that were captured didn't even know what they were being asked to do :( Which resulted in a lot of I WILL TALK VERY SLOW AN LOUD BECAUSE THAT MUST HELP and they have sensitive ears so It Did Not

Communication was best done with lots of pointing and drawing pictures

duskisms

is that why braiggo had his notebook out?

kyberled

The ones who were in the tunnels speak the best Basic because of Braig and the clones but it's this weird mix of Posh Jedi and Slang-Filled Soldier jargon

It is!! He was also drawing the things he saw on the planet And once he started learning their language he made a lexicon and would write about what he learned about their culture and planet so he could bring it back to the Temple (and he would read it aloud to them too so they could correct it)

Since they don't show their face to strangers they paint designs on their chests and arms and hands to convey a bit of information about themselves, like where they're from and stuff

it is V Suspicious to meet someone with no paint unless they are a tiny baby

or a Braig

he did not have paint

They thought he was a baby tho because he was so tiny by comparison so nobody really minded

they were wondering where his parents were the entire time

Tried to ask Commander Dash if he was Braig's dad and Dash had 0 idea what they were saying so he just said "sure, yeah, yes"

And they knew what yes meant!! So in the tunnels they offered Braig condolences about his father's death and Braig was like ???????????!?!?!?!?!?

(explaining that he was a good 2-3 years OLDER than Dash was wild to them)

Also they like dancing!!!

Song and dance is how they tell their stories but also a way of them to practise fighting

YEAH THEY JUST THOUGHT DASH WAS BRAIGS ACTUAL BIO FATHER

THEY HAD NEVER SEEN HIM WITHOUT HIS HELMET EITHER SO WHEN THE CLONES ALL HAD THE SAME FACE THEY WERE CONFUSED BUT DIDNT WANNA BE RUDE AND POINT IT OUT

It's also REALLY TABOO in their culture to make negative comments about someone's appearance? (at least facially) cause seeing their face again is a sign of trust

so they were all just. quietly baffled and none of the outsiders knew why

But yes!! they do a lot of dancing in their culture (Braiggo was v excited to learn)

And there are two forms of dance that are most common, called Ta'i'i-Ahé and Ta'olo-Ahé and the Republic citizens assumed it was Women's Dance and Men's Dance because it looked like it was divided that way

It's actually Little Self Dance/Little Body Dance and Big Self/Body Dance

So sure in this species most females are smaller than males but if a tiny lean/slender male like Braig was around he'd to Ta'i'i-Ahé or Little Self Dance and nobody would care

duskisms

!!! :O are they similar or v different?

kyberled

Similarly a taller broader female could do Ta'olo-Ahé and it'd be fine

They don't even have a gender binary they have common pronouns that translate to he/him, she/hers, they/them, and then two sets that don't translate: one for fluidity and one for someone who isn't sure and you would often put a mark on your chest in the paintings that would indicate which one you use

They are! :D it's a way of storytelling, but also practising fighting and hunting manoeuvres, so Little Self dances are made to help cultivate speed and agility and flexibility, which is really important for tiny people who fight

And Big Self focuses more on strength, balance, and using reach to your advantage, which are better for big people

And because of different movements being used they tell stories very differently

Neither one was seen as superior

They were just different and suited for different things, and some of the best dances and stories were made when Big Self dancers and Little Self dancers worked together

And ofc there are different styles from different communities and even in the same one!! Like maybe you're a hunter so your moves and dance reflects that and it would look different from someone who was more focused on being a warrior

At this big annual gathering they had there would be contests for Big Self, Little Self, and mixed dances and there would be like

Elders going IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE THAT IN M Y T I M E

And tiny little ones who had never been to the celebration before and hardly recognised the dances from far off communities

and friends would meet up and exchange dance moves from their homes like actual gifts

And they'd have this huge party every year

There's a sacred spot for them on their planet where the trees grow HUGE because of the mineral content in the soil and chemicals in the air due to volcanic vents

And the vents are at the bottom of this MASSIVE ravine/circular canyon and there are so many that there are always some going off

And at the centre of the canyon there's the biggest, oldest tree on the planet; It's massive, and its roots wrapping around the pillar it's on is the only reason the pillar never fell over

And one thing that the people there do as a ritual/rite of passage is take one of the leaves from the big trees on their end and essentially use it like a hang glider

And use the volcanic vents to fly over!! Their big ears let them hear where the next burst of steam will be and help them vent heat, and their fur helps them keep from getting scalded

You can go one at a time or use a big leaf and go two at a time, but you generally only go with family or a very close friend because you have to be really in sync to steer the leaf properly

One thing people do to show off is have one person take a big leaf and jump, and then the second person jumps after them and grabs onto the leaf from there, but this is v dangerous and only practised gliders do it

And people live around the canyon in villages and towns but!! It's against their law to ban someone from going across

And like I said it's a rite of passage, so someone will sail over on their own, grab a fruit or flower depending on season, and sail back

and if you make it the village you left from will celebrate like you're one of their own even if you're not because it's A HUGE DEAL culturally

so lil kiddos come back to crowds gathered along the canyon cheering and celebrating for them and they get a necklace or someth and if they have to travel back home

usually they get given some food too like it's massive for them

They used to use that tree as a meeting place when the species was really young but as their medicine and stuff advanced and their life expectancy increased it got harder and harder for old folks to go across

and they tried for a year or two just sending young people across to have all the communities meet but they all decided it's better to have the older folks present anyway so now they have meetings at towns around the canyon and it cycles through all of them (cause the canyon and tree are also at the centre of their country/land)

If you're the host town you gotta put on a huge feast but everyone else will bring presents pf food or jewellery or blankets or tools or w/e And there are pleasantries and parties and apologies for past wrongs and it's a good time for big treaties and generally a time for peace to be made and friends to be met again

It was basically like a big state fair!! There'd be dance competitions, hunting competitions, sparring matches, different crafts competitions

And also just non-competitive dances that were often used to update people on goings-on with that particular town or whatever

It wasn't uncommon to see friends from different villages trying to make a dance together to tell the story of their meeting up again at that gathering

But due to differing local styles there would be difficulties but that just made it more fun

So there'd be a lot of lil kiddos giggling and stumbling over their own feet trying to mesh what they knew

And old folks with slower creaky movements who could do it fluidly because they'd been dancing together every year since they were that small

Grau Tessk tried to destroy the tree when he came to their planet :(((

At first he wanted to build his palace there, but he couldn't get over there because the vents made a lot of steam and also gave off a lot of magnetic energy that friend ships' nav systems so he could not fly

the droids couldn't hear well enough and didn't have the instincts to predict the steam when they tried to use the leaves and he wasn't going to try himself

And the one time he finally was able to make the locals go over in spite of the jank communication

They just grabbed their leaves sailed over and hid

didn't come back

until some more of their own people came and told them it was safe again months later

So Grau decided he was gonna build his fortress on the other side of the canyon and just have a giant canon built on so he could blast the tree out of existence

But the locals were able to stall production as best as they could, and the Jedi finally came back and destroyed the entire thing before it was finished

So the tree is fine!! And after the Seps were gone all the young people who could go over went and painted the story of the angry lizard man and his strange cold friends on the trunk(they paint stories on it, have for countless generations. They don't carve into its bark ever EVER because they don't want to hurt their tree)

and then they brought back fruit for the old people and the little babies who can't make the trip so they could also feel connected to their tree

and they used the seeds from the fruit to plant more trees to start to heal the damage the separatists caused to their planet

at the next meeting they had they all talked about how well their new trees were growing

And the people who'd been in the tunnels brushed each other up on their Basic and came together to help teach people so they could communicate better in the future and make sure that they could understand the Republic (both out of respect for the Republic and to make sure their own demands would be met and laws honoured irt their planet and affairs)

(Since Braig was probably one of the only people in the Republic who understood their language, aside from the clones he was with, he was sent back to visit [do some mission] once and they gave him a seed from their tree to bring back to the Temple and plant there, as a symbol of friendship between their people and the Jedi)

As a last lil note it's worth mentioning that they'd have Peace Councils, Communal or Internal Affairs Councils,Hunting Councils and War Councils in their governments

And usually all the councils would work together as one big one; The difference was that like. The hunting council was made up of the best hunters, the war council of the best warriors, etc

and each would also manage its own thing but they'd work together

In times of war tho the War and Peace councils would both take the lead; The Peace council's job was to try and find a solution to the fighting as best they could, the war council to prepare the people to fight and make sure their homes were safe

and you can't have one without the other. Like it'd be seen as a HUGE problem if the Peace Council of one community DIDN'T have an equal part in wartime discussions, cause that'd symbolise that you don't want the fighting to end

and while hunters and warriors could, in practise, take each other's jobs/roles with no sweat bc they're similar, there are very different rituals and rules and whatnot for each

They did!! He planted it in his favourite temple garden and got permission for the clones who were there to be allowed in to help

and he'd go back to meditate by that lil sapling a lot whenever he was at the temple

he lovs his smol tree

#i need a grau tessk incident tag #for now #i'll just put it under his #Grau Tessk #&& give the sun a head start; ooc #&& temple archives; headcanons #&& scars reveal us; grau tessk #&& vast and beautiful; the galaxy

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kuuxkat · 7 years

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[EN]Lisani Vol. 27.1 Interview with Mimori Suzuko

Translated by: @kuuxkat

Typeset by: @kuuxkat / QC by: @yujachachacha @ #teamonibe

Originally TL by: 卫青与百里

Sourced from: 卫青与百里

Images from: @emitsunosaurus-rex

DO NOT USE THE SUBS FOR COMMERCIAL PURPOSES!

Contents under the Cut!

Typeset images can be found: here

“These six years were what let me truly feel that, as long as you keep using your own words to carry your dreams, and never stop running towards it, it will eventually be at a distance that you can touch with your hands.”

Although it seem like a scene from a Teen Film, this is not a movie! The comrades do really exist!

Q: It has been half a year since the end of “μ’s Final Live”. In this period of time, have you touched any of the songs by μ’s?

Mimo: Until recently, I haven’t listened to any of the songs by μ’s. As I felt that there were too many difficult feelings that I couldn’t rearrange, I didn’t have the desire to actively listen to those songs. Even as I verified the details of the BD footage of the Live, basically I wasn’t really looking at it, and even now I haven’t broken the seal on the final packaged product. But this past summer, on the return flight from my personal lives, the long absent idea of listening to songs by μ’s grew on me. As the first day of the performance was at Sapporo, I thought, “Around this time last year, I came here too just because of the Fan Meeting Tour…that time was so much fun”, and I felt very nostalgic. Hearing the songs after so many days apart, as expected, I still feel that it is a very good project (laughs).

Q: It just ended a while ago, so you haven’t arranged your thoughts about it, right?

Mimo: Although I must say that at that time, my emotions haven’t quite calmed. But even if that was so, time still marches on day by day. There are many things that have to be handled in daily life, and my own personal tour is also starting soon afterwards, so unwittingly there’ll be thoughts of “W-What do I do?!”

Q: In this period of time, have you met with the other members?

Mimo: In my radio program and my personal lives, I have the other members coming as guests, so you could say that we do bump into each other often. In the TV anime, the second years went to Okinawa, right? So in the real world, the three of us - the second years - said, “Then let’s go too!”, and we went to a Okinawa restaurant together (laughs). Coincidentally, the person who seems to be meeting with the other members the most appears to be me. And for me personally, there doesn’t seem to be any feelings of separation. Rather, there’s a strong feeling that we are still together.

Q: Bringing the topic back to the Final Live, did you feel nervous at that time when you were at the last and biggest stage?

Mimo: I had always been happy throughout the entire process, as I am the type that will get nervous instead when the setting is small. As the stage gets bigger, my nervousness will seemingly be more dispersed. Also, everyone might have gotten used to it while preparing for the live in the past half-year - or rather, you could say that the process unfolded too quickly and everyone was a little numb from it (laughs). During the time of the performance at Kōhaku Uta Gassen, I also spent the entire day in a state of happiness, without a single shred of nervousness.

Q: Which parts of the live do you feel left the strongest impressions?

Mimo: If we are talking about that, there are many… but as expected, it has to the time right before [Bokutachi wa Hitotsu no Hikari] started, when everyone was doing our preparations inside the flower and holding each other’s hands. As we were wearing monitor earphones, we couldn’t speak with each other, but the feelings of, “This is the end, let’s work hard together,” were flowing through all of us. At that time, I felt like it was a scene from a teen film – but it definitely wasn’t a film, and was happening in reality. We are really, truly comrades, huh? The things that I would normally be embarrassed about, at that time it felt like they all melted into my heart, so there was not even a single thought of embarrassment.

Q: What did you feel during that instant at the very end of the second day?

Mimo: What I felt at that time was: These are the closing moments of my youth. I guess the thoughts were of “Thank you, my youth.”? As the large screen was slowly pulled up, I thought, “I won’t be able to see everyone again”, and a hundred different feelings rushed to the forefront of my heart.

Q: Then when the performance ended, what was the scene backstage roughly like?

Mimo: Everyone was huddled into a group, crying terribly. It was not just us who were on the stage - even the staff were all huddled together and crying. Although it felt like if we used this in a ‘Making Of’ Episode, we would be able to film some great materials here, at that time no one could spare such thoughts (laughs). When everyone who was outside in the audience seats started shouting “μ’s! μ’s!”, at our end someone said: “Everyone is calling us… are we really not going out to see them again?”. I could not help myself and I said: “Don’t.” - my tears couldn’t stop at all.

The performers working together wholeheartedly, with a kind of “sportsmanship” as we went through these six years.

Q: When the project just started, what was your impression of Umi?

Mimo: When I saw the illustration design, I felt that just by her appearance, Umi was the kind of girl who is very ordinary. As back then, compared to all of the other characters that I have performed for, Umi’s hair color brings a feel of stability right at the start. Her personality is that of a Yamato Nadeshiko too, and she didn’t have any special powers or anything like that. So in this case, it made me feel another kind of difficulty instead: how would I properly get along with Umi? At that time, in my heart I did not have any confidence or answer for this at all.

Q: The job that you started off with was the recording for [Bokura no LIVE Kimi to no LIFE], right?

Mimo: Yes, at the beginning it was the recording of the song, and afterwards was the recording of the audio dramas. But at the time when we just started, we didn’t know what direction this project would be heading towards, so it felt like everything was an unknown. It was only when I was starting to do the recording of the audio dramas did I notice the interesting parts about Umi. It felt like she was not just a very talented and cool girl - unexpectedly, she did possess a part in her personality where she could fool around. At that time, I thought: “This project where I am performing as Umi has become something much happier~”.

Q: Then, let us divert to the time after the work for the TV anime began. What do you remember about the recording job for the first episode?

Mimo: It took a very long time to record the first episode - it wasn’t completed until late at night. Although I had the experience of recording for other projects, for some of the members this was their first time taking up recording jobs due to ‘Love Live!”. And back then, I too hadn’t completely gotten used to it, so I felt that the period of time needed wasn’t ideal. But at that time, Nanjou-san, despite having finished her portion of the recording, still stayed behind to accompany us, so there was the impression that all of the members finished the recording together. Small things like these were what contributed to the sense of all nine μ’s members being united as one. At the very beginning, during the briefing we were informed, “This project does in some sense have elements similar to that of a sports project”, so we did take on the same kind of spirit that a sports project would have, and we finished the recording job with the feel of a club activity in mind.

Q: It roughly was because of this that your bonds grew in strength day by day together with the other gradually growing members. And your relationship with Umi became stronger too, right?

Mimo: Yes, at that time I felt that whatever I uttered from my mouth wasn’t just a line, but it would become a part of Umi’s personality and a part of the whole. Rather, I was the one who was setting it off. I did deeply consider questions like, “What should I do to make Umi more charming and cute?”

Q: Which songs do you have the strongest impressions of?

Mimo: Right, I have the deepest impression of [Wonderful Rush]. As μ’s songs are done by first recording the portions where each member would have to sing, subsequently everyone would have to record a full version as well. So, there were lots of portions where one has to sing. Normally, I would be able to finish recording a song very easily, but during the recording for [Wonderful Rush], I was the first to enter the recording studio. However, after a few hours I still hadn’t finished recording, and meanwhile my entire body felt exhausted. At that time I hadn’t tried doing a portion of a song where it would be similar to rapping. For a high tempo style of performing like rapping, I could not associate it with the consistently calm image of Umi, so I felt it was extremely hard to complete.

Q: It is true that there is quite a difficulty curve to finish a rap with Umi’s style.

Mimo: The other members also would probably have their own types (of songs) that they are good at or not too good at, but if I have to use Umi’s style to finish a song, the songs with raps would definitely become harder. Like for [Super LOVE=Super LIVE!], I had many difficulties at that time as well. For songs like these, it would be Nico’s time to shine, and at that time you’ll feel that “Genki girls really are nice~” (laughs).

Q: When it was decided that at the 1st Live in 2012, it wouldn’t be just singing, but dancing as well, roughly how did you feel?

Mimo: I thought: “All right–!!” As at that time, I myself had always been dancing, I felt very happy and eager now that it was finally time for me to display my skill. I borrowed the footage that the dance instructors would be using beforehand, and I watched the recorded dance steps. In the first dance lesson, the teacher praised me with, “You dance very well,” so I felt very happy. As I am the type to get motivated after being praised, my tension hit the max in an instant (laughs).

Q: That particular live and the Animelo concert afterwards, both became a very big turning point for the project, right?

Mimo: For the 1st Live, as we didn’t know how many people would be coming, we felt very uneasy. But as we were adjusting our dance formations in the dark, we heard very loud cheers. All of us were shocked, and as we experienced the feeling of people waiting for us, and being needed by them, we were very happy. That year could also be said to be the year that gave us lots of courage. Before that, in our hearts we had doubts on how the future would be like, so we had feelings of uncertainty.

Q: And up until now, which particular live left you with the deepest impressions?

Mimo: In the Third Live, at the time when the second years did the three-person version of [START:DASH!!], for me personally this left me with the deepest impression. We wore the same outfit that was shown in the TV anime, and we performed the related performance for that song, too…and after that performance, we didn’t get to perform the three-person version ever again.

Q: After that, it become a group whose momentum couldn’t be stopped …. especially from the period in the year 2015 all the way to when you arrived at the stage in Tokyo Dome, we can say that you were in the spotlight, right?

Mimo: The year 2015 could be called the year of µ’s, right? In the summer of last year, there was this constant feeling of disbelief in the air from getting the news that we would be performing at Tokyo Dome and that we would be able to take part in Kōhaku Uta Gassen. At that time, I thought that no matter what, let’s just run forward with all of our might - and then in that confusing rush, the year 2015 was over…but that is also why, no matter how many years have passed, if someone were to ask me about my memories of “Love Live!”, the year 2015 will always be the first thing to come to mind. I guess it was a year that was packed full to the brim.

It is something that could never be accomplished alone, but because all of us supported each other, we will be able to accomplish it?

Q: Now, after going through these six years, what does the existence of μ’s mean to Mimori-san?

Mimo: I feel that it is an existence similar to “Youth”. It is like the word “Dreams” successfully turning into reality; it is something that could never be accomplished alone, but because all of us supported each other’s existence, we were able to fully complete it. The cooperative strength that came from people around us was really very strong.

Q: This is where the line “Come True, Our Dreams!” get its convincing argument from, right?

Mimo: Indeed! I truly received a very precious gift in life. It is a line from the nine lucky individuals along with the once ordinary Umi.

Q: And what do you feel about the other 8 members now?

Mimo: I feel that all the members of μ’s, including me, are very lucky individuals. I really am very thankful that all of us were so fortunate. Of course, it is because we did put in the effort that we were able to enjoy the final fruits of our labors after so many years, but if we weren’t lucky too, we would definitely never be as successfully as we are now.

Q: If it weren’t these nine individuals, it wouldn’t have worked.

Mimo: Every one of us is a very pure individual who is charging straight towards our dreams. Among us there are many perfectionists, and I am one of them. But at a certain level we are also slightly more mature, and we did experience many setbacks. Speaking from a perspective of human behavior, everyone could be said to be an individual who would not interfere with others; we are not like children who can be jealous or leave people out. This allowed us to have something akin to a good distance to interact with each other maturely.

Q: If you were able to say one line to Umi now?

Mimo: At the start, I felt that you were just a very honest and plain girl, and I did not ever consider that you would shine as much as you do now and carry the attention of so many people. I feel that this is just great. It could be that I really do not have an eye for judging people, right? (Laughs).

Q: I feel that for Umi to become who she is now, there were influences from Mimori-san too.

Mimo: That is true; if I was a person who was more like Umi, perhaps Umi would have always been a simple and plain girl. Looking back now, I feel that it was because of my improvised performance that Umi’s image started breaking apart. In the drama CD for the single [Wonderful Rush], there was a sequence where Umi became the lingering spirit of a fallen warrior. When I was recording this, I recorded it in a more laidback way. From that time onwards, there did seem to be the feel that I was leaning towards a more comedic route. I guess this particular talent is definitely due to my performance in the Niconamas, right (laughs)? If it really was due to how I was keen for the gag personality that caused this to happen, then I would like to tell Umi this: “It is great that we met, Umi – It is okay if you thank me too~”.

Q: I guess only Mimori-san can say that line (laughs).

Mimo: And I would say that while looking at her from above, too (laughs). But for me, after meeting Umi, I learned lots of things, like how to portray the part of a person who is quiet and calm. These are techniques that are very valuable for a voice actress; as expected, the two of us had formed a kind of win-win relationship?

Q: Finally, please convey your thoughts to the fans.

Mimo: For me, being able to meet with μ’s was something that, regardless of whether it was as a voice actress or as a person, caused lots of changes. Even I myself had always thought, “Having a dream that is too ambitious would mean it would not be realized, right?”, but in these six years, I truly experienced the fact that, “As long as you keep using your own words to carry your dreams, and don’t stop working hard towards it, you will reach a place where you can touch my dreams with your own hands.” For us who have received everyone’s support, if this can provide the motivation to be something that will help everyone cultivate the courage and confidence to approach your dreams too, then that would be really great. Even if the chances of me appearing as a member of μ’s has become smaller, but for this project, in the instance that you observe it, it will take a life of its own. So for example, if you have lost your confidence, I hope that everyone will go over it from the beginning, to once again dive into the start of this project. A good product, no matter how much time has passed, will never have its polish fade. I hope that from now on, everyone will continue to look at it, and I would like to say to everyone: “Please do not forget us” (laughs). If you could think about us even occasionally, then I’d be very happy.

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When The Sun Chases The Moon From The Sky (ch3)

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AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“I want to know more about Selene and I want to learn everything about you.”

Those had been Viktor’s parting words to Yuuri less than twenty four hours ago.

Yuuri could feel his heart race each time he remembered them. Their time spent together the previous night had kept Yuuri awake through the day hours as he mentally went over everything that had happened. Viktor had confirmed the roses were sent by him, they had casually spent the night together enjoying the festival, and they had even exchanged charms as gifts.

Did that qualify as a date?

Phichit seemed to think so when Yuuri had been cornered by his best friend to spill every detail when he had returned to the palace at dawn.

Yuuri could feel the weight of the sun charm tucked safely in his sleeve pocket. He didn’t know why he was still carrying it around but every time he went to put it down, he couldn’t. It was a reminder that his time with Viktor was real.

And maybe, it would happen again.

Viktor had said Yuuri would be hearing from him soon, though he never specified what that meant. Would it be a few days? A week? An entire lunar cycle? Maybe longer?

The idea that he could hear from Viktor at any moment was eating away at him…

“Yuuri,” Mari drawled, and the sound of his name to bring him back to the present.

He gave his older sister an apologetic smile before focusing on the task at hand. She liked to accompany Yuuri during some of his kingly duties, mostly the ones where he used the magical abilities she hadn’t inherited from their parents. And the task at hand was to do something of a maintenance check on the night sky.

They were in the Star Atrium, the most sacred area of Selene’s palace grounds, where every ruler of Selene was crowned and managed the sky above. Small sconces were scattered around the circular room and each held a small blue flame to provide a soft light to the area. The walls were decorated with the patterns of constellations, star clusters, and galaxies previous rulers had shaped into the sky, serving to remind the current king of their notable accomplishments.

Yuuri’s eyes drifted over the glowing pattern of Lyra on a nearby wall; five small points glowing bright white where each star made up the constellation and soft yellow lines were drawn around to make the shape of a lyre. Etched beside that, a glowing orange spot with blue tendrils swirled around it to represent a spiral galaxy a previous king had placed deep in the sky.

Even their father Toshiya had a few star clusters decorating the walls.

Yuuri would one day add something as well to the sky above and have it appear on the walls surrounding them. But on this night, he was only checking everything to be where they should.

With a deep breath, he turned his eyes upward to the glass ceiling. The beams were arranged in a grid-like pattern which allowed an easy assessment of where each star was located in the sky. Yuuri raised his arms, feeling the sensation of magic drifting to his fingertips and with a small flick of his wrist, he gently nudged Vega back into proper place for Lyra, seeing it had started to drift away. He gathered the star cluster Pleiades back together neatly next to Taurus and corrected the curve of Ursa Minor.

He could close his eyes and easily envision the night sky around him, his body easily gliding between the stars and moon with confidence at the familiarity. His feet moved him across the open floor gracefully, the weight of the star cloak swung out behind him and from it, the night sky from above spilled out of it to fill the entire room.

It was easy to clear his mind and only focus on the magic surrounding him. To lose himself among the familiar constellation patterns he had known and memorized since he was a child. To feel the warmth of the brighter stars in his palms and the silky tendrils of swirling galaxies slipping between his fingers.

Yuuri could almost hear a song in his head, guiding his movements in a natural sway around the room.

His worries about Viktor’s parting words melted away, dissolving into metaphorical stardust as Yuuri’s feet moved in time to the silent melody.

He could think about that later.

For now it was just him and dark universe he could immerse himself in…

A loud bang and a shout of his name startled Yuuri out of his trance. He barely managed to keep from tripping over himself as he came to a halt and looked to the entrance while the magic filling the room dissipated immediately.

Minako was standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath and clearly frazzled as she marched toward the royal siblings. The commandant of the Night Guard ignored any sort of proper greeting which already alerted Yuuri to something being out of place.

“You need to come to the front gates right away,” she stated while moving to grab Yuuri’s wrist. A quick swivel on her heel had the woman marching back out the door with her king in tow.

“W-what happened?” Yuuri questioned as he allowed himself to be lead at a quick pace. A glance back confirmed Mari was following after them, easily keeping pace with Minako’s long stride.

It didn’t seem there was much room for conversation when Minako responded with a quick “You’ll see when we get there.”

The trip across the grounds to the palace entryway was rushed with no interruptions from anyone they passed by; Yuuri partially chalked that up to the commandant looking ready for war as she blazed the way. The badges on her lightweight armor glinted in the different colorful lights lining the palace walls, serving a quiet reminder of her high rank of the Night Guard; which she had ascended to quickly after being relieved of her personal guard status of Yuuri when he had come of age.

Otabek was waiting for them at the entrance with his stern expression as he guarded the door with purpose. Seeing his superior officer and king, he raised his right fist to rest over the crescent moon emblem on his uniform in greeting when they approached. Minako returned the gesture while Yuuri stared down at the dog sitting at the man’s feet.

“Is that…” Yuuri couldn’t bring himself to finish the question.

The dog in question, however, immediately perked up upon noticing the king and bounded over to Yuuri without hesitation, knocking him over in one swift movement to lick at his face. The king made a startled sound but waved off Otabek with one hand as he attempted to push the creature away with the other; its fur was as soft as the cumulus clouds Viktor had supposedly crafted it from the day he had been crowned King of Theia.

Yuuri wiped a wet cheek with his sleeve when he finally managed to get the dog to sit back and properly look at him.

“It’s Makkachin,” Minako stated seriously as she gazed down at the pair on the ground.

Minako had been right to be concerned. Makkachin was well known between Theia and Selene not only for its origin but also for the common knowledge that the dog was rarely separated from Viktor. If it was here then that meant…

“Yuuri, why didn’t you tell us His Grace would be stopping by today?” Hiroko called to get her son’s attention.

Time seemed to slow down as Yuuri turned his head in the direction of her voice and his dark eyes met blue. His mother was escorting Theia’s king up the palace steps and Yuuri could feel the eyes of his subjects on him but Viktor’s presence drew his attention. He could only focus on Viktor.

Viktor, who was now standing in front of him.

Who was holding out a hand to him.

Who was pulling him up.

Who was smiling down at him with that brilliant radiance before turning it on their captivated audience.

Who was addressing Yuuri’s family and royal guard with an ease of a longtime friend rather than a foreign ruler.

“I’ve come to realize how little I know about Selene and have decided to learn everything to better understand the shared bond of our kingdoms.”

Oh.

Viktor really had arrived for a visit.

Yuuri could understand the intention as well. His own lessons prior to ascending the throne had enforced keeping good relations with Theia. It was important the kingdoms maintained proper balance in power given their shared space in the sky and the physical closeness of the kingdoms themselves.

But even so, it was uncommon for the rulers to arrive unannounced. And without any sort of company at all…

At the very least he should have brought Yurio along. “The dawn always ushers in the day” was the common phrase of Theia and Selene. For even the Prime Minister of Dawn to be missing, there must have been another reason for Viktor to have arrived without warning.

“And so, that is why I decided to stay here.”

A questioning sound escaped Yuuri’s throat as he finally focused on Viktor. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had really only been staring at the glow surrounding the other man rather than actually looking at him. Or behind him. Lower ranking officers of the Night Guard were carrying a large amount of luggage up the staircase leading to the castle.

Viktor was staying.

“So where is my room?” Viktor beamed.

In Selene.

Yuuri was at a loss for words as the other king’s gaze fell to him once again.

His family had moved to a private residence on the castle grounds once Yuuri had ascended the throne. Minako and Otabek stayed in the garrisons of the Night Guard and Phichit had been assigned the designed house of the Prime Minister of Dusk. None of those would be up to standard of housing a king.

“There’s still an unused room in the palace,” Hiroko offered, seeming to be the only one of the group who was pleased with the development. “We’ll bring Your Grace’s belongings there.”

Yuuri glanced over at his mother in gratitude, she was always able to handle surprising situations with elegance when she ruled as queen and she hadn’t lost her touch.

“Wonderful!” Viktor seemed to glow even brighter, squeezing the hand Yuuri realized he had never let go of while they were standing in front of his family and guard. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

Yuuri had a feeling things were about to become a lot livelier in the kingdom of Selene…

Yuuri took the first opportunity to slip away from Viktor’s brilliant gaze.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Viktor being there, he was just needed to wrap his mind around the fact that he would be seeing the other king a lot more frequently now.

Not to mention Minako looked ready to sit Yuuri down for a very long interrogation session about why Theia’s king just showed up on their doorstep and what he knew about it.

So when Mari volunteered to clear out the vacant room in the palace, he had seen the lifeline she had thrown him and grasped it firmly by offering to help.

It wasn’t unusual for the royal family to do some manual labor around the palace, most of Yuuri’s duties maintaining Selene were physically demanding at times and part of the reason his father had stepped down from the throne.

Hiroko had stepped in to lead Viktor away to the kitchens, wanting to welcome him properly with a meal after his travels as she was prone to do for all guests to Selene.

As it was, the royal siblings were in Yuuri’s childhood room, down the hall from his current one. Mari fitted a fresh set of sheets on the bed while Yuuri tidied up the provided guest furniture. As the Night Guard filed in Viktor’s belongings. Yuuri started wonder if there would ever be an end to it.

Just how long was Viktor planning on staying?

Mari made a curious noise from across the room and fished a stack of papers out from under the bed.

“Do you know what these are, Yuuri?”

The king felt his face immediately flush a deep blue as he watched his sister flip through the stack. He rushed over, trying to take the papers from her but what Mari lacked in magical abilities, she made up for in being an experienced older sibling. Which meant that despite Yuuri’s few inches of height on her, the woman was still the best at playing keep-away.

“Hiding some declarations of love in here?” She teased, quickly sidestepping his grabbing attempts as she held out the stack as far as her arm would reach even though it kept her from being able to look through it.

“N-no!” Yuuri stammered out unconvincingly. “They’re nothing. Just… give them here.”

One of the papers came loose and fluttered down to the floor between them. The page was covered in designs for a sun constellation a younger Yuuri had drafted long ago.

The two siblings stared down at it, unmoving.

Yuuri was the first to break the silence as he buried his face in his hands and groaned. Waited for the laughter and teasing while Mari reached down to pick it up.

It wasn’t uncommon for the rulers of Selene to add to the night sky something they were passionate about. Or someone…

Yuuri’s interest in Viktor was no secret to any member of Selene’s royal court but never had it been so blatantly obvious it was more than admiration…

Mari’s hand ruffle his hair, easily passing through the crown of constellations without any magic of her own to interfere with its placement.

“Here.” Her voice was soft, her smile was understanding as she finally relinquished the papers to Yuuri. “Go hide those away before Phichit finds them and paints them into his next masterpiece.”

When the Prime Minister of Dusk arrived for the evening, he was in a tizzy and had instantly tracked Yuuri down to relay the latest gossip of the kingdoms in the sanctity of his study in the castle.

Apparently the royals of Theia were in a panic at the sudden disappearance of their king. Viktor had been missing since dusk and his room had been found cleared out. Yakov was trying to keep quiet about the situation but it could mean disaster for Theia to be without a king! Plus, with the sun crown being taken with him, the disappearance could be an act to seize control of Theia by kidnapping the king.

Yuuri groaned as he sunk his head down to the banister of Phichit’s balcony. He was tempted to not reveal the actual whereabouts of the missing king. While Theia and Selene were on good terms with one another, he’d rather not have the Sun Guard marching up his palace steps under the assumption Viktor had been kidnapped in an attempt to shift the balance of power.

But Phichit needed to know. Because soon everyone in Theia and Selene would know.

“He’s here?” the younger man exclaimed when Yuuri broke the news to him.

A charming laugh had carried up from the palace grounds as if in reply and Phichit moved to join Yuuri on the balcony to spy Viktor, ruler of the day, strolling through Selene’s palace grounds as though they were his own.

He was easy to spot with the golden glow about him and the pale yellow shade of his robes. Makkachin bounced alongside its owner, a faint but still present glow around its frame as well. Yuuri’s father, Toshiya, seemed to have decided give Viktor some company as he walked the grounds. Thankfully, with the newly waxing moon, the grounds were bathed in pale moonlight, allowing easy visibility for one not accustom to the full darkness of night.

“He really is here…” Phichit murmured beside him and Yuuri could only nod in response.

His eyes followed Viktor’s every move without meaning to; he seemed to draw in the gaze of all those around him much like the fireflies that would take up residence in Selene during the summer nights.

But unlike the summer visitors, Viktor seemed aware of his surroundings enough to notice he was being watched.

Yuuri considered ducking down behind the banister when Viktor looked around the area but he was spotted too soon.

“Yuuri!” Viktor called out cheerfully with a wave. They were only a story up from the ground, it was easy enough to hold a conversation.

“Yuuri, if you’re finished with the evening report, come down and show our guest the grounds,” Toshiya said with a smile.

Yuuri couldn’t outright refuse his father but to be alone with Viktor…

I want to learn everything about you…

Yuuri could feel his face flush as those words echoed in his head and he seriously considered curling up behind the banister to hide his embarrassment.

Phichit, noticing the hesitance, answered for Yuuri as he smiled down at Viktor and placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “He’ll be down in just a moment, Your Grace.”

Yuuri didn’t realize how tense he’d become until Phichit guided him back into his study.

Though “study” wasn’t quite the appropriate term. It was more or less a room full of painting supplies and canvases scattered everywhere.

As Prime Minister of Dusk, Phichit’s main job was to paint the sky at the end of every day to allow the transition to night and as such, the walls were lined with canvases of countless versions of the setting sun fading into the night sky. Not one to waste his creativity, Phichit liked to keep a stock pile of every sunset he could imagine, even asking Yuuri to add in some stars here and there to add dramatic flair.

Phichit gently squeezed Yuuri’s shoulders in a show of support, “Don’t worry, you already survived one night completely alone with His Grace at the New Moon Festival. You must have done something right the charm him into wanting a second date so soon.”

Yuuri blushed and hid his face in his hands but he couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face. Viktor had told his family he was staying to learn more about Selene but they didn’t know the other reason. Yuuri had asked Phichit to stay quiet about the lunar cycle of roses, the returned bouquet, and the evening spent with Theia’s king.

He still hadn’t told his best friend everything about that night. He wanted to keep the charm exchange and Viktor’s parting words to himself for just a while longer; things only meant to exist between the two of them.

Viktor’s words that caused his heart to skip and stomach to flutter were still there but Yuuri felt a bit calmer. He took a few deep breaths and forced his shoulders to relax under Phichit’s hold before smiling at his best friend in gratitude.

“Now,” Phichit started, giving Yuuri a gentle push towards the door with a teasing smile, “it seems I suddenly have a lot of work to do and little time to do it with my king here distracting me.”

Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s theatrics. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

“You’re right, I hear there is an important guest in the courtyard and it would leave a bad impression to keep him waiting much longer.”

His father had taken his leave by the time Yuuri made his way into the courtyard, leaving Viktor to study one of the statues decorating the area as he waited and Makkachin explored the other half of the grounds.

“What is this piece?” Viktor asked as Yuuri came to stand beside him.

“This was a gift from Hypnos, the City of Dreams,” Yuuri answered, giving the artwork a look over.

The sculpture was taller than the two of them; a large jar carved from marble with intricate patterns etched into the rim was tipped on its side and stars made of every type of crystal spilled out of it into a marble pool with a pitch black basin.

Viktor hummed curiously as he tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never heard of Hypnos.”

“Most kingdoms haven’t. They only have an alliance with Selene.”

“What? Really? Why is that?” Viktor was looking at him with wonder and Yuuri recalled the history he was taught as a child.

“Hypnos is a dangerous kingdom but it also serves to revitalize every person and creature of our world when we sleep,” he began. “Their king is eternal and must not be disturbed from his deep slumber but the city is so dark, dreamers visiting Hypnos, and even the residents themselves, would become lost and never wake again.

“Selene, being the Kingdom of Night, was the only one capable of forging an alliance; we can pass through the darkness without trouble and we offered a way to guide the dreamers through the city without waking the king. ”

Yuuri waved a hand at the statue and Viktor gasped in excitement as the subtle magic inscribed in the stars activated, lighting them up and giving the illusion they were tumbling down into the awaiting pool.

“Starlight is gentle enough not to disrupt the darkness of the city so Selene made a bargain with Hypnos; while Selene couldn’t give them the stars from the sky, if they collected our fallen stars, Selene would recharge them to hold their brightness again.” Yuuri glanced up at the night sky twinkling above as he continued, “Since they can’t be placed back in the sky, Selene had no real purpose for them.

Viktor hummed in thought and Yuuri nervously glanced over at him, afraid he had rambled on too long but the other king was now looking upward at the sky with a new form of fascination. That was a good sign.

“Unknown kingdoms, a secret history, stars falling…” Viktor listed off, lifting a finger to tap at his lips before giving Yuuri a sideways glance and a knowing smile that made the younger king’s stomach do a flip. “It seems I have a lot to learn.”

Yuuri blushed under the gaze but he could feel a small wave of confidence growing.

“Then let me show you,” he said.

A quick glance at the sky was all Yuuri needed to locate the weak pulse of a star ready to fall any moment.

Back when he was younger, Yuuri would do this with Mari when a star shower wasn’t expected for a while. It had been one of the first things he had learned to control with his magic and they would spend hours knocking the weaker stars out of the sky much like how the Lunar Garden staff would prune the plants to allow healthy growth.

Yuuri reached out into the sky with his magic, prodding the chosen star. It held little resistance in its spot, wobbling like a precariously placed glass on the edge of a table.

It was easy enough to wedge it free with a quick twist of the wrist and the star came loose, descending from above.

He heard Viktor gasp and looked over to see his blue eyes widen in amazement, following the star as it fell towards the ground and landed with a small clink a few feet away.

Yuuri moved to collect the small item and brought it over to Viktor. The star was cold as ice; a sign it wasn’t meant to last much longer and the light flickered weakly inside its crystal shell.

He deposited the small object into Viktor’s gloved hands and watched him poke and prod at it. He turned the star this way and that, holding it up to the light of the moon to get a better look and watching the last bit of light finally snuff itself out.

“Amazing!” Viktor chimed in delight and Yuuri couldn’t help but smile. It was something so normal to him and the residents of Selene but seeing Viktor’s reaction was endearing.

“And now we can recharge it,” Yuuri instructed, moving closer to stand in front of the other king.

He almost lost his nerve when those azure eyes met his dark brown. But the intrigued smile encouraged Yuuri to continue as Viktor nodded and held up the crystal shell between them.

Before he could hesitate any further, Yuuri lifted his hands to cradle Viktor’s. The fabric was soft to the touch and Yuuri had to fight back the urge to run his fingers over it. Instead, he focused on the crystal, imagining energy flowing back into it.

Yuuri would do this with Mari back when they were children. Even though she did not possess the ability to use magic, it was still a part of her through lineage. All Yuuri had to do was manipulate it with his own to make it work.

It was one of the most basic forms of magic that anyone adept was taught but every ruler needed to know them before they could do anything more advanced such as altering the alignment of stars or learning to fix the swirl of a galaxy.

As Yuuri focused his energy into his palms to reach through to Viktor’s own, he felt something of a shock go through his hands.

He really shouldn’t have been surprised given that the king of Theia should have a similar amount of magic. Everything about their two kingdoms was about balance. But it was the first time Yuuri had felt something equal to the magic coursing through him after being crowned.

It was dangerous and alluring.

Yuuri forced himself to remain in contact with Viktor as the crystal began to flicker again with new life. He heard Viktor make a soft sound of excitement but didn’t dare look up. His heart was already racing in his chest, he didn’t want to chance it getting worse seeing the expression the other man was making.

The star soon came to a steady light and in the quiet moments following, Yuuri felt like something else was stirring around them. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he realized just how close he was to Viktor. The fringe of the other man’s hair was tickling his cheek and he felt a strange pull between them that Yuuri wasn’t sure he wanted to resist.

He wanted to be closer.

He needed to be closer.

Before he could act, the star between them rose up from their joined hands, pushing its way between them to force some distance, and some sanity, between them. It floated between their faces for a few moments before darting off across the palace grounds and over the walls as the two kings watched it go.

“Where is it going?” Viktor asked, though there was a distracted tone to his voice.

“Hypnos called to it, like all recharged stars,” Yuuri heard himself explain though his mind was elsewhere.

The warmth of the gloves were still under his hands and Yuuri was definitely moving his thumbs over the fabric now. When had he started that? Viktor didn’t seem to care either way. Or maybe he didn’t notice.

The entangling of their magic had stopped once the star had taken off but there was still a static sensation surrounding them.

Yuuri mentally steeled himself before he turned his head back to look directly at Viktor, jolting a bit when he was met with an intense azure stare.

It wasn’t anger but Viktor’s expression was that of a man trying to solve a complicated riddle with a simple answer. It soften quickly enough, though Yuuri wasn’t sure if that was a good thing because now it was something he couldn’t recognize. The gaze was still intense but there was a new meaning to it.

“Your Grace…?” Yuuri’s voice was barely above a whisper but it was heard clearly in the little space between them.

Viktor stopped any further words as he raised a finger to lightly rest against Yuuri’s lips. He moved impossibly closer and Yuuri was forced to tilt his head back partially to maintain eye contact, his newly freed hand hesitantly moving to rest against the other man’s chest while the other was held gently by Viktor’s.

“Yuuri,” Viktor’s tone was stern but something else lurked under it. Combined with the half-lidded gaze and the growing tension of something between them, it was enough to send a noticeable shiver down Yuuri’s spine. “We’re both rulers of our kingdoms, there’s no need for formalities or titles. Call me by my name.”

If Yuuri wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now.

He could feel his breath caught in his throat and his head was swimming at the command.

Viktor was all he could see, all he could feel. As the sun overtook the sky and covered the light of the stars during the day, Viktor was overtaking all of Yuuri’s senses and drowning him.

I want to learn everything about you…

“Viktor…” Yuuri breathed out against the gloved finger and there was no mistaking the tremble he felt under his hands.

The vibrations of a hum traveled through Viktor’s chest and Yuuri was certain he was going to crumble under the intensity when those blue eyes came closer. The finger on Yuuri’s lips trailed down to his chin to rest under it.

Yuuri felt a warm breath ghost across his lips…

“Viktor! I knew you were hiding here!”

Startled by Yurio’s shout, Yuuri quickly pulled away from Viktor. The spell of whatever was going to happen had been broken.

Yuuri held one hand over his chest trying to get his heart rate back to a normal pace while the other rested against his blazing hot cheek in an attempt to will away the blush. He couldn’t even look at Viktor.

“Ah, Yurio!” Viktor was back to his easygoing tone. “What brings you here?”

“You know why. You disappeared without a word when the day ended, your room was cleared out, and you took your mutt with you,” Yurio spoke harshly to his king, stalking toward the pair. “Everyone at the castle is searching for you or convinced you were stolen away by some other kingdom.”

Yuuri stopped in front of them, giving the night king a full critical look up and down before crossing his arms, “Looks like Yakov wasn’t fully off the mark.”

Viktor, ignoring the last comment, wagged a finger at the Prime Minister of Dawn.” If I had said where I was going, you and Yakov would have definitely tried to stop me.”

“You’re damn right we would have! You can’t just leave on your own, you have a kingdom to rule. You’re lucky I was the one to figure out you were here before anyone else. Before I left, I heard Georgi talking about sending out the Sun Guard to bust down every kingdom’s door until you were found.”

So it was as bad as Phichit had relayed earlier and getting worse…

“You’ve had your fun, now let’s go,” Yurio stated, leaving no room for argument.

“I don’t want to,” Viktor stated in petulance and pouted as he moved to hide behind Yuuri’s smaller frame. Clearly there was room for argument. “Yuuri was teaching me about Selene so I can have a better understanding of our kingdoms’ shared bond.”

Yurio was unconvinced. “We have a library at the palace for that. If you actually went there to study instead of playing with clouds all the time, you would know all you need to about this dismal kingdom and we would have all been spared this whole ordeal.”

“Actually, Selene omitted a lot of crucial points of its history from textbooks that would be kept in libraries other than its own. It would do Viktor well to learn directly from the source.” Yuuri recognized the voice as his own but it was hard to imagine he was the one talking. He just couldn’t stop himself, hearing that Viktor was to leave after… whatever it was that transpired between them. He couldn’t let it happen.

“Sounds like a ploy to hold him hostage in your kingdom,” Yurio snapped. He was not backing down easily.

And neither was Yuuri.

If the young Prime Minister of Dawn had come to seriously take back Theia’s king, he would have brought the Day Guard. It was easy to assume Otabek had allowed him to enter Selene’s palace based on Yurio’s position but the captain wouldn’t have let him stray too far out of his sight.

Yuuri set his jaw and looked down at Yurio; severely lacking the discipline required for speaking to those in positions above him. Yuuri folded his hands into the sleeves of his robe, a technique he often used while holding court in response to unruly visitors as it held an unspoken message that he would not be intimidated.

Yuuri felt his fingertips brush over the sun charm still hidden away in his sleeve.

He couldn’t let Yurio take Viktor away…

No.

He wouldn’t let Yurio take Viktor away.

“Theia and Selene have held an equal share of power since the kingdoms were created,” Yuuri stated firmly. “To understand that balance, your king has chosen to stay here and learn what is required in order to maintain that balance. I have accepted him into my home, given him the proper accommodations, and have granted him access to all of my kingdom as a token of my trust. While you may have come here alone to avoid any attention from Theia’s council, I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re still on foreign soil and what you have been alluding to is grounds enough for me to take you hostage in the event Theia does decide to use armed forces against Selene. You may be associates with Captain Altin and assume you are safe to make whatever claims you like but allow me to remind you, the captain’s loyalties are to my safety and Selene’s protection.

“Now, I will grant you safe passage back to Theia and you will tell His Former Grace Yakov that Viktor is free to come and go as he wishes but if the Sun Guard becomes involved, I will have no choice but to take that as a threat to Selene’s well being and I will respond in kind which, I’m not sure you’re aware, would be detrimental to the relations of our kingdoms. Even more so with your king behind my walls.”

The teenager was clearly flustered under the onslaught of words. Minako had taught Yuuri the tactic for situations that could turn hostile; put out all your argument points all at once without letting the other party respond, finish with a subtle threat, and watch as it buys you time while they struggle with what to answer first while under pressure of open hostilities arising.

Yuuri nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Viktor’s hand rest heavily on his shoulder, forcing him into a more relaxed posture while the taller man laughed in a lighthearted manner.

“You’ve been out-maneuvered, Yurio,” Theia’s king said with a smile. “There’s no need to call in the Day Guard. I left Theia of my own volition and I will return when my business is finished here.”

“Then who will hold court?” Yurio was quick to snap.

Viktor hummed before tilting his head and giving a brighter smile, “Why not you?”

Both younger men made a sound of surprise as they gawked at Viktor.

“Yurio, you need to learn better etiquette when speaking to other nobles and especially ones in a high position than you,” Theia’s king explained. “I’ll grant you the temporary allowance to hold court in my absence and address any problems as you see fit while I learn what I must over here in Selene. I’m sure Yakov and Lila will be more than happy to provide council.”

For a second time, Yurio was left speechless. He was looking at Viktor like he had grown a second head and was trying to figure out which one to look at.

Viktor, paying the baffled expression no mind, turned his attention Yuuri next. “I think that settles this dispute,” he said with his charming smile and a gentle squeeze of Yuuri’s shoulder.

Yuuri could only nod in agreement, clearing his throat before addressing the Prime Minister of Dawn.

“Your king has given his answer, please report it to Theia’s council immediately and know our kingdoms remain in good standing for the time being,” Yuuri stated. “Otabek will see you to the palace entrance.”

On cue, the captain of the Moon Guard moved to stand in the doorway, clearly having been present the entirety of the conversation. Yurio glanced back at the guard before throwing once last glare at the pair of kings.

“I’ll rule Theia in your absence, Viktor,” he spat out. “Hide away in this decrepit castle as long as you want. When you get back, Yakov will take that crown off your head and name me ruler of Theia.”

The teenager spun on his heel in defiance, storming out of the courtyard with Otabek following after him dutifully.

Viktor’s sigh was the first thing to break the silence once the tension had left the area with Yurio. “Spouting such ideas of grandeur, he’ll get himself in trouble like that,” Viktor said in exasperation.

Yuuri nodded silently, still trying to process all that had happened. He had been so caught up in the moment when Yurio threatened to take Viktor back, Yuuri hadn’t thought before he spoke. All he knew was that he wanted Viktor to stay with him.

Yuuri could feel heat rising to his face as the realization dawned on him and he quickly turned his head away to hide it. Viktor still hadn’t let go of his shoulder.

“I want to apologize for what I said earlier… about calling the Night Guard on Theia,” Yuuri stammered out. “I didn’t mean to use a threat like that. I would never actually…”

Yuuri’s words trailed off as he felt Viktor’s hand slide down the full length of his arm and loosely grasp his hand with those gloved fingers.

Yuuri bit his lower lip to keep a gasp from escaping when Viktor’s voice was in his ear, lower than he’d ever heard it before. “I’ve had plenty of suitors approach me with gifts and promises beyond your wildest imagination,” Viktor’s warm breath whispered against the shell of his ear, “but none have ever been so bold as to threaten my kingdom and risk losing everything themselves for my attention.”

Yuuri couldn’t stop the shiver than ran through him. He couldn’t look at Viktor like this.

“You really are full of surprises, Yuuri.”

The night king slowly turned his head to look directly at the day king, eyebrow arched in disbelief.

“I’m full of surprises?” Yuuri questioned, trying to ignore the lack of distance between them or the blush that was still very much present especially when he became aware of that fact. “You left Theia without a word to your council, stole away to a foreign kingdom in the middle of the night, and just appointed Yurio as the stand-in ruler during your absence. I believe you have bested me in surprises tonight.”

Azure blinked at dark brown.

A tension filled what little space was left between them as the two held each others own incredulous stare.

Yuuri hadn’t thought in all his life he would be in such a situation. He would have laughed at even the thought of maintaining composure in a one-on-one situation with Viktor. Now here he was; capable of forming proper sentences into playful banter with their noses almost touching from how much Viktor had invaded his personal space.

It was ridiculous.

And Yuuri couldn’t stop the laughter erupting from his chest.

He pulled away as he covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle the laugh but was surprised when he heard the other man laughing as well. The two chortled and giggled for a few minutes, Yuuri wasn’t quite sure at what exactly, but the mood between them lightened and left a calm familiarity.

Wiping a tear from his eye once his laughter had calmed, Yuuri glanced up at the sky, noticing the darkness starting to give way to a lighter shade of blue. It was nearing dawn.

“Let me show you to your room,” Yuuri said with a gentle smile a gesture towards the entryway to the palace.

Yuuri enjoyed their companionable walk as they ascended the staircase to the living quarters of the palace. Viktor was still in awe over the different paintings and portraits of past rulers adorning the walls and Makkachin bounced through the hallways in a similar excitement as its creator.

As they paused in front of Viktor’s door, Yuuri turned to face the other king as Makkachin trotted into the room.

“I would suggest trying to get some rest,” Yuuri said with a small smile. “Selene is a harsh environment and it’s especially most unkind to inhabitants of light.”

Yuuri knew neither of them truly required sleep in a normal way. Once they had been crowned, their energy had been linked to the sky itself. Yuuri had found himself capable of going upwards to a week without actually laying down in a bed and sleeping. It would have been similar for Viktor.

Viktor nodded in acknowledgment and for a fourth time that night, Yuuri felt those gloved hands taking his own. He even prided himself on not jumping at the contact.

“You are a caring person, Yuuri,” Viktor rolled his name off his tongue like it was meant to be there.

Yuuri curled his fingers around Viktor’s to return the hold on his hands and his thumbs slid over the soft fabric of the gloves without hesitation. He felt the warmth radiating off of Viktor’s body like the glow that surrounded him, both mimicking the sunlight that shown upon the world.

“My kingdom may seem unwelcoming to outsiders but you are an honored guest,” Yuuri spoke with sincerity. “And I hope you find the answers that you seek here.”

“I believe I will.”

A silence hung between them as they gazed at one another.

Yuuri could feel a slight chill run down his spine as he felt a sense of anticipation. A sense that something was going to happen.

And Yuuri wasn’t going to be caught off guard again.

Giving Viktor’s hands a slight squeeze, Yuuri used them as a balance between them as he lifted himself onto his toes and leaned forward.

His lips brushed against Viktor’s cheek as he spoke softly next to his ear.

“May the morningtide be kind to you, Viktor.”

A common phrase of Selene residents when the night ended and dawn began.

Yuuri lowered himself down and pulled away from Viktor. He noticed how the other king let Yuuri’s fingers slide out of his grip but only released him at the last moment as if he was debating if he should pull Yuuri back. Yuuri also made sure to take a look at Viktor’s face before he turned away. He enjoyed the surprise and what was definitely a blush on that face which was always calm and collected, so good at hiding what Viktor was really feeling.

Yuuri forced himself to walk down the hall at a steady, calm pace even though his heart racing and a blush was rising once again to his face.

He could feel eyes those azure eyes burrowing into his back until he retreated into his room and was able to finally let go of the breath he was holding.

Yuuri closed his eyes and sunk his weight back against his door. He took deep breathes to try to calm himself and could see his hands were shaking but his face was hurting from how much he was smiling. Tears were stinging at the corner of his eyes from the happiness welling up in his chest.

Viktor was staying.

#day and night au #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #victuuri #yuri katsuki #victor nikiforov

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