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Dweller AU | Bruno’s Escape
Bruno picked at his plate, keeping a vague ear out on if his name was called but so far, the conversation between his sisters and mother had been about duty… or the boys that the two were trying to date.
Mama wasn’t fond of Julieta’s choices but Bruno had already done his work; to see if the guy was interested in Julieta for the convenience of her gift. Seeing a man dodge the plaza when Julieta was working her stall with a bee-swollen face had been somewhat entertaining and more so when Julieta noticed and ran after him with an Arepa until the guy tripped over his own foot and broke a rib. It sold it to him that he saw her more than just her gift if he avoided her on ‘mundane’ things as bee stings. Agustín went to her with breaks but he saw that as somewhat reasonable to visit in comparison.
Pepa was seeing a guy but Bruno knew that relationship wasn’t going to last; he didn’t need his gift for that but he had seen another guy, Felix, waiting for his opportunity. He seemed respectful so Bruno was more willing to see how his attempts would go without trying to creep the guy out.
“Bruno.”
He zoned back into reality swiftly at his mother’s words, his head turning automatically to meet her stern gaze.
“Si, mami?” He asked carefully.
“I heard today you gave a few visions today.”
Bruno’s nose wrinkled at the reminder but his shoulders sank “I know, Mami.”
“Is the woman’s death truly unavoidable?”
Both Pepa and Julieta paused in their plates before he felt their soft gaze.
“Nothing to be done.” He confirmed because… he hated those visions. He knew he gave bad visions but this was one of the worst; a death that couldn’t be changed.
Mami set down her cutlery thoughtfully, “Did your vision indicate when this accident will occur?”
Bruno shook his head. “No, but…my gut feels It’ll happen before the week is up.”
Mama nodded. “I’ll see that no one asks for visions for the next month,. An anticipated death will not look good, Bruno’”
His shoulders sunk but he nodded. Mami made sense and he could agree; it made him look very bad. He was already well aware people didn’t like his visions given it wasn’t showing them what they wanted. Who got blamed; him.
A slither of green ticked at his eyes, his vision swirling for a moment as the low ebs of an ache echoed.
“Bruno?” Julieta asked, her hand coming to his arm.
“Tomorrow night.” He blurted out.
“Wait you just said it was before this week is up!” Pepa pointed out.
“Not now, Pepa.” Mami spoke sharply, rising to her feet. “Julieta, why don’t you cook up some extra food? I’ll drop some off tomorrow morning so it seems like we’re trying. It may give Ava Lopez a chance if they already have food at hand.”
Bruno sunk lower into his seat, finishing off his plate quickly before they were dismissed and he took straight to his room.
Thankfully, the steps weren’t too long, or many but he had noticed the few extra every so often over the last 15 years since getting his room but he didn’t think it meant much; He hoped it stopped at some point; he’s hate to climb a whole room of steps for miles just to get to bed.
That said; it’d make it harder for his mother to vent at him for not accomplishing as much as his sisters if she had to go up the steps; the only silver lining.
Bruno dusted the sand from his feet before he happily slipped under the covers, though froze as he heard a squeak.
“Sorry, Chico.” He pulled the disgruntled rat away and settled him on his chest, letting him scuttle about before he slipped into the warm spots.
Tomorrow, a woman would die. Leaving three sons, two daughters without their mother and a husband without a wife. The husband, Adrian Lopez had only come for a vision about the upcoming birth of a grandchild…
Why did visions not go as planned? Why couldn’t the future be what it was wanted; sure the baby girl would be healthy and sure, the loss of Doña Lopez would be sad but which one was going to be remembered here?
Mama was smart; she knew this would back to bite him, after 15 years of it, how could she not know. But… she didn’t see it as he did or like how they saw it.
He was a messenger getting shot and she only wondered why he had the bad messages. Sooner or later, people were going to get worse if he kept giving those types of visions. He could feel it.
A soft knock pulled him from his mind. Bruno sat up, forgetting about Chico who squeaked once again in indignation as he was once again disturbed before he jumped from his bed and scurried away with his complaints.
“Bruno?”
He relaxed, swinging his legs back over the edge of the bed. “Come in, Juli.”
His sister’s face peeked around the door first before she entered.
“I’m sorry today didn’t go as planned,” Julieta said, coming to settle down. “Mama’s going make us all busy trying to help…”
“At least she knows in advance.” Bruno fidgeted, “I hate death visions.”
Julieta sighed, her arms wrapping around him. “Don’t worry. Stay inside. Me and Pepa can handle the crowd.”
“You shouldn’t have to.” He should be better at standing up for himself, he was a man; he could do that himself. But…. All he had was his sisters and mother. No father to look up to, no male role model. He was…just a sign of bad luck and he couldn’t shake that image no matter how many visions he tried. He should probably look into helping with that…salt was a good place to start.
“You’re my little brother.”
“We’re triplets.”
“If I remember correctly, I’m 27 minutes older than you.”
“Ugh.” He poked her stomach playfully, “will that Well ever dry up.”
“Nope.” Julieta laughed, “You’re stuck being the youngest forever!”
Bruno rolled his eyes. “Fine, rub it in. By the time you’re wrinkly old hags, you won’t be rubbing it in because… I’ll be fresh as a daisy and you’ll be jealous. ”
Julieta flicked him on the ear, “Tomorrow breakfast, I’ll make something special.”
Bruno perked up. “Yes please.” Some joy in the bleakness waiting for him tomorrow would be good.
Julieta’s face remained bright for a moment, “I have to go now. I’ll cook some more food in case you get hungry in the night, I doubt Mami would want you sneaking what’s for the Lopezs. I saw you picking more than eating.” She gave him a stern look, rising off the bed fluidly
Bruno smiled, giving a nod and soon he was left alone. Much more alone now Chico had deserted him.
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Green filled his vision, waking him from slumber sharply as his heart raced and adrenaline coursed through his veins but he couldn't move, transfixed; the sand around him swirling and he couldn't fight the images that plagued his mind.
Bruno grunted, struggling in the grip of a man that had him in a headlock, dragging him through the outline of trees.
Away from Casita; his home flickering in changing of images that indicated distance before the treeline concealed it away; dragged closer and closer towards a large tree; a noose hanging ready…
“No”
“You got our mother killed, this had gone far enough! We won’t let you kill anyone else!”
“I didn’t—“
The vision ended, the sound of glass breaking echoed but a new vision hit just as quickly.
Bruno was sat, huddled with his mother and sisters; Casita’s walls shut and hostile; her tiles rapidly moving to deflect the outburst of thrown bottles; one lit with flaming material.
The next flicker showed Casita burning under a clear sky. Tiles rippling, trying to fend off the group forcing their way inside, stepping over Pepa’s still form.
“Bruno!” His mother was helpless as he was dragged from her side. A gun held to her face; keeping her there was she held onto Julieta’s wounds. Agustín dead at her side; having shielded his date-to-be from the worst of it.
“Mama!”
Then it cut off.
Glass breaking as he once again failed to catch the vision.
Then a third; more painful but different.
Bruno was hurriedly filling his bags with clothes, Personal items and raiding Julieta’s kitchen. A donkey outside, he loaded it up swiftly. Bruno was standing in front of his mother’s window, staring at the candle, reaching out in hope.
The candlelight flickered and grew. Then Casita shuddered. A hole opened up further away from Casita.
Bruno walked along down the street, waving once at a townsperson as they closed up for the night.
Underground now, Bruno was surprised to see a grand opening to a deeper cave system. Water rushing through…a bedroom; a field of wheat, the outlines of others…
Hope.
Bruno gasped as he was finally released, barely catching the last tablet that formed but he didn’t bother looking; he damn well knew which future he intended to take. He tossed it off the side of the bed, untangling his body from the covers.
His heart thumped and he could feel the fear in his chest. He couldn’t stay here. If he stayed, he’d die. If he hid, he’d be found; his sister would be killed… Julieta would be hurt. They didn’t deserved that. Mami didn’t deserve to see him dragged away to his death. It had been 20 years since she saw his Papi die; he couldn’t do that to her.
No.
He sucked in a heavy breath; trying to dampen down the beat of his heart; to think. Rushing off wouldn’t help him. Not… not yet. He had time. The other two visions.. that wasn’t tomorrow. But it would be soon if… if he didn’t leave. Where was he leaving to?
Bruno’s hand shook, clenching them tightly into his night-shirt before he turned his gaze to the images on the floor.
The broken image of being dragged to the noose, the broken image of behind dragged from his mother’s side, the broken image of him with the loaded donkey in the pitch of darkness; a lantern in one hand.
A lump formed in his throat, forcing him to take measured breaths. The idea of leaving his siblings…his family…His home. It ached at his heart. He didn’t want to go…
He slipped his feet back into his sandals, burying his face into his hands before he found his palms wet and his breath becoming ragged.
“¡Mierda!” He roared, his palms muffling the pain in his voice.
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His heart thudded in his chest as he clambered up onto the roof. His mother’s shutters were open; the candle was on display like it usually was. Carefully, he straightened up, staring for a moment at the tinkling magical specks that drifted from its wick.
On the inside, he could see his mother asleep on the bed, curled up but otherwise deep asleep with a slight frown on her features but looked otherwise peaceful. It tugged at his heart; this would be the last time he’d be seeing her. At least, he’d have a pleasant memory; they didn’t depart on bad terms. It would be easier on her too.
Bruno took a deep breath, turning his gaze back to the candle. A candle that granted his mother a miracle; he needed one now. He reached forwards placing his hands against its warm body as he had done 15 years ago. Its warmth spread through his body and it almost felt soothing; pressing away some of his fear.
I need a refuge to escape from those out to hurt us. He begged, not willing to speak aloud and wake his mother, I need a place to protect me and others that are at risk. Encanto it not safe. We are not safe. He wasn’t sure if the magic could respond, green flickers echoed for a moment through his mind before he felt the whole casita give a shudder.
Bruno let go and dropped out of sight as his mother’s breath caught, the sound of her waking. Casita groaned and he jumped off the edge of the roof; Casita’s bannisters caught him before he ducked to his door frame and stopped.
Soon, the Casita’s shudders stopped and fell still.
Bruno stayed in place for a good five minutes before he felt safe to move, poking his head out to see the candle moved and the shutters to his mother’s room shut.
A close call.
He swallowed thickly. A few tiles under him wiggled. He looked down, seeing the ripple of tiles guesting him away, he followed until he got to the doors then the tiles along the roof edged him onwards outwards and along.
He followed again until he found himself staring at an opening in the ground beside his tower; the one he saw in the vision. It would lead him down; refuge.
“Thank you, Casita.” He whispered, “Give me ten minutes.”
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With a newly stolen donkey, Bruno pulled her along, his back on her back and walking down the centre of the road, he gave a few nods and waves to the lingering few still out and prepping for bed.
Good. He was seen to be leaving. It made sense to why; if he just ‘disappeared’ it’d look to the assailants like he’d be hiding in Casita. He had to be seen leaving to convince them he was truly gone. It was solid; no one would think to question it anymore. The family would react accordingly; believable.
They’d be fine.
He paused as he entered a deserted area, taking the long route back up towards Casita before he had to tug the reins to get the donkey to go down the opening but after they crossed the threshold, it began to close up behind them.
Safe.
Hidden.
Bruno could live with that.
#bruno madrigal#dweller bruno#encanto#encanto au#pepa madrigal#dweller alma#dweller julieta#julieta madrigal#felix madrigal#agustin madrigal#agustín madrigal#dweller agustin#dweller felix#dweller au#drabble#implied attempted murder tw#alma madrigal
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So I know you said you just started Batman Telltale so feel free to do this whenever you feel ready or most informed lol but I'm glad to see you're enjoying Ozzie, he's definitely different for sure and I saw you wanted requests of him sooo...
Maybe some headcanons on how he would treat a super loyal ride or die partner/sidekick? It can be purely platonic or romantic that's up to you. But I have a feeling he's got a thing for loyalty as long as it's to him anyway lol.
Thanks again! Take your time, have fun, and stay hydrated 💚
🌹Telltale Penguin with ride or die s/o hcs!🌹
AAA ty! You're a big inspiration and I love your writing. This was very fun to write! I got a good feel for his character from my playthrough of the first 2 eapiodes and half of the 3rd- along with clips and things I've read before I ever got the game. However, it still could be ooc, sorry if it is!
Warnings: spoilers for the batman telltale series season 1 eps 1-4
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●you're a loyal ride and die? Well you're in luck cause so is he!
●it'll most likely turn into a childish competition of who can somehow prove they're more ride or die. Both of you trying to out-do each other in displays of affection, gifts, and helping each other out.
●obviously he's going to try and get you to join the children of arkham if you somehow aren't already in it.
●he'll even give you your own little outfit and mask if you decide to tag along and commit crimes with him! You two are essentially attached to the hip as a dou. Your safety is his priority, and vice versa. If one of you goes down, so does the other!
●Once he takes over Wayne enterpirises.. he's immediately inviting you to the building to root through Bruce's office with him! He'll also try to get you a position at the company with him.. while he still has control of it that is..
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#writers on tumblr#telltale penguin#penguin#oswald x felix#batman the telltale series#telltale batman#batman telltale#penguin x reader#telltale penguin x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#dc x reader#Dweller's writing
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fallout tv show oc idea.... spoilers underneath the cut
Girl whose parents are from Arroyo, maybe her dad is Audrey's cousin/Felix' sister's son, Miguel (he looks like an adult in fo2 but I think he would have been small, maybe 6)
Also yes I changed the name of the arroyo citizens bc they were stupid as hell..
They both moved to Shady Sands and joined the NCR... then died in the blast
I have to do the math but I imagine she was young when it happened. She has siblings ho may or maynot have survived, but she doesn't know their fates... yet. she wants to find out
She grows up around the area, maybe even lives in Junktown for a while.
She's a gunslinger/bounty hunter (wannabe Cooper <3) but sucks at it, she's not intimidating at all, all she could bring in were a bunch of lowlife criminals too high on jet to fight back, and for a measily 5 caps -_- but that's life. Most of the time she's scavenging for valuables to sell.
I think she'd be smart... good intelligence stats and had a good education under the ncr, but it doesn't get her anywhere when she's elbow-deep in junk, fishing for electronic parts.
OH also speaking of Cooper I think she has a few holotapes of his old show, she's a fan. Maybe she finds out he's alive, but would she want to meet him knowing he's eating ass jerky now... maybe not
Also she doesn't have a name yet but her fc is jenna ortega :> EDIT: her name is guadalupe. lou for short.
#idk if miguel's last name would be garcia.. or montero cause his moms family is more important#it doesn't matter either way because i want unnamedgirl to have her moms surname :) just because#c: lou#I also forgot felix' aunt in the family tree. but hes my chosen one and val is my vault dweller. i also suck at these games..
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A frame from the comic I am too busy to translate. I kinda like in, despite it being drawn last year.
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LIVE FOOTAGE OF WILL BYERS BUILDING METHANOIC ACID FROM THE GROUND UP!!
#hes so talented🤩🤩#making microdick out of the ashes of their argument#at least on mikes side#im fully convinced els from el letter was her way of breaking up w mike and actually shes decided she likes women#lesbian el agenda GOGO POWER RANGERS#idefc wills fix it felix arc only applues to mike so i guess mutinying vessel dwellers is still toast#rip#byler
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Masterlist ( do not reblog )
Follow the adventures of Dweller Bruno and the madrigals AU Bruno’s escape into an underground dwelling of his request for safety from those who wish him harm, over the years that follow; others join and he becomes a small leader for the Dwellings.
Things get more interesting following the times he meets counterparts of his family from other AUs, opening the opportunity his little community has since it’s formation 30 years prior.
Dweller Bruno |
This covers Bruno-centric drabbles
Bruno’s escape
Exploration of the Dwellings P1
Exploration of the Dwellings P2
Dweller Mirabel |
This covers Mirabel-centric drabbles with her time with her Tio and eventually Prima Dolores
Mirabel’s escape
Settling in
Dweller Dolores |
This covers Dolores’s centric drabbles
Dolores’s escape
Settling into the Dwellings
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(more to be added)
Please don’t reblog this, as this is a masterlist I plan to keep updating once I have drabbles posted and I don’t want outdated ones floating around. If you folks wants a list, then I can post a separate one but i’d love for this to remain unreblogged. Thank you.
PS. This is a repost from the original on my old side-blog i had on my other account: @casitafallz-a
#encanto au#encanto#dweller au#bruno madrigal#dolores madrigal#mirabel madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#alma madrigal#felix madrigal#agustín madrigal#agustin madrigal#masterlist
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Spin You Like a Hit Record (M)
She seh she want come round a mi yard
Mi seh gyal turn round mek mi fuck you hard
Mek mi spin you like a hit record
Mi spin you like a hit record
• Pairing: Clubgoer!Bangchan x Clubgoer!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Smut, One Night Stand (?), Strangers to Lovers
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 12.1k
• Summary: No one who’s ever stepped into this club can match your moves. No one dared to challenge you until a man with cheesy pick up lines and bulging muscles did. There’s no way this guy could impress you, right?
• Warnings/themes: swearing, dirty dancing, grinding, clubbing, Chan being a sexy dork, flirting, drinking, Y/N getting a bit angry, Felix being a cockblock and a chaotic roommate 💀, making out, all the teasing, dirty talk, breast play, praise, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), face-sitting, 69, hitting it from the back, a teensy tiny hint of dom!Chan, protected sex, mentions of drooling, mentions of exhibitionism, the morning after
• Playlist: 🎧
• Song Inspo: Come Roun - Mavado (Spotify | Soundcloud)
• Notes: IT’S FINALLY HEEEEEERE 🗣️ I did not think it’d take this long, that Chan brainrot is no joke lol A big fuck thank you to @minisugakoobies @minttangerines and @sugalaritae for pushing Mr. Bang Christopher Chan onto me in our group chat. It’s my first time writing a non-BTS fic since I started this blog, but I hope you guys will enjoy this regardless! 💕 and kisses for my sexy stack of pancakes Griddle who beta’d this for me on short notice!
• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp @amaranth-writing @dvalitaes
This was your favorite environment.
The one place where you could let loose and not give a flying fuck about what anyone else in the room would think. Then again, the usual mindset of every other person in this area was either one of the two categories; how can I dance like her or how can I dance with her. It brought you confidence that could remain for the rest of the night.
The club was a decent-sized place that was always so packed that it had the potential to become a fire hazard. Monday, Thursday, Saturday; it didn’t matter what day it was, people were there ready to dance and drink their hearts out.
The music was what really brought everyone in. A mix of R&B and hip hop, both old and new, inspiring club-goers to gyrate and belt out the lyrics into the neon air. But there was a specific genre that piqued your interest from the moment you first stepped into this establishment. Hearing the bouncy rhythm and background instruments originating from various Caribbean islands took over your soul (you couldn’t think of a less dramatic way to explain it). If you were feeling less-than-stellar when you entered the building, the music was quick to fix that. Knowing that over time, you would become one with the beats, gyrating to your heart’s content.
Nothing could kill your vibe.
Well, except for when strangers tried to creep into your personal bubble.
Now, you didn’t mind someone coming up to dance with you in the beginning. It took two to tango and it could be fun having another person to enjoy the music with. But it became clear after some time that not many of them could match your moves.
They were too slow.
They were off-beat.
They were too erratic in their moves.
Your patience dwindled with these people, which led to you turning them down the second you sensed trouble. Some backed off with little issue, finding another club dweller to put their moves on instead. Some didn’t like to take no for an answer and led to passive-aggressive jabs at your dancing before storming away.
Whatever.
Not your problem.
You had been here for over an hour now. About six people had approached you, varying energies, but with the same disappointing results. The last one was particularly grating, constantly trying to guide you to their awful rhythm. They must have missed your ass about three times before you gave them the typical look of disappointment. But they insisted on trying over and over until you had to take their hands off you and tell them to leave you alone. The look in their eyes screamed that they wanted to call you some name, but they chose wisely to walk away instead.
Good, you didn’t feel like cussing someone out tonight.
Now that you were free from lackluster dancers, your throat was getting parched. It was time to re-hydrate, especially before the fire songs came on.
You made a beeline over to the crowded bar, nabbing an empty spot as soon as it opened. You rested your arms on the sticky countertop, tapping your pointed nails as you waited for one of the bartenders to acknowledge you. While you were watching a particularly flamboyant and agile bartender toss and flip his shaker, you heard a voice call from your side.
“Hey, how you doin’?”
Oh jeez.
Your immediate reaction was to give whoever spoke a fake and dismissive smile, but something about the way they sounded intrigued you. Was that an accent? It was hard to tell with the volume of the music.
Taking a chance, you turned your head to the right.
Ooh. Okay then. Hottie in your vicinity.
Decent height. Short black hair. Very handsome with a unique nose and full lips.
A very real smile automatically took over your glossy lips.
“Hey. Couldn’t be any better.”
The good-looking stranger shot you a megawatt grin, complete with dimples and everything.
“That’s good. You looked like you were having fun out there.”
Your torso turned towards him a little more.
“You were watching me?”
“Kind of hard not to.”
This type of exchange had become familiar to you lately. Someone walked up and tried to hit on you by complimenting your dancing skills. Depending on the person, it had a 50/50 chance of working. But hearing this guy do it in his (what you quickly identified as) Aussie accent upped the probability.
Would he get any farther than this, though?
“Oh?”
“Yup. Made me think you might live here with the way you were moving to those songs.”
A giggle escaped you, to your surprise.
“What can I say? I’m one with the music.”
The man next to you repeated your laugh, eyes squinting in delight.
“Oh, I believe it. Oops, where’s my manners?”
He held a hand out towards you, causing your eyes to travel up his muscular arm in intrigue. Whoa. Look at those biceps. Bless this man for wearing a sleeveless shirt tonight.
“I’m Chan.”
Right. Pay attention, Y/N. Take his hand and speak!
“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Chan.”
The mystery hottie named Chan gave you a handshake with enough pressure to wonder if he was holding back. With the muscle he was packing, surely he was hiding his strength.
“Likewise! You mind if I buy you a drink?”
You shrugged, lips quirked upwards.
“If you’re offering, sure.”
Chan grinned, taking your drink order before continuing to have a mild conversation with you. It seemed like it was going to take a while before the two of you were acknowledged. You didn’t mind, finding him to be pleasant to speak to. From his appearance alone, you assumed that he would be one of those cocky muscleheads who did the bare minimum when it came to chatting up women.
Oh, did he prove you wrong.
He was actually rather sweet in the way he spoke to you, asking if your night was going well so far. The man was particularly tickled in your retelling of some of the disastrous events from the dancefloor, letting out giggles that made him even more endearing in your eyes. You almost didn’t want the drinks to come; that’s how much you were enjoying his presence.
But after the first and even second drink, you were still talking to Chan, the both of you sitting on stools now.
This was odd. Your main goal was usually to come and dance up a storm at this club, not chat with a complete stranger. It was like Chan was a magnet. Pulling you in and keeping you by his side unless some opposing force came in and tugged you away.
You spoke too soon, it seemed. For the DJ made a familiar announcement that had your ears perking up.
“Alright y’all, I’m lovin’ this crowd tonight, the energy is beautiful up in here! But now I wanna turn it up a notch. In a few minutes, you’ll see what I mean!”
Damn. Your favorite part of the night was coming up.
How could you cut this interaction short, though? You weren’t quite ready to stop talking to Chan…
But…
You let out a sigh when his head was turned, not wanting him to think you were tired of his presence. Far from it.
“Hey Chan?”
He looked back at you, raising a dark brow.
“What’s up?”
“I hate to break up our little chat, but I’d like to get back to the floor.”
Chan seemed to be averse to your departure, full lips pouting in disappointment. Cute.
“That’s a shame, I was enjoying your company.”
You gave an apologetic smile, not really wanting to split yet either.
“The feeling’s mutual, trust me. But the DJ’s about to play some fire music and I don’t really want to miss it.”
He now raised his other brow in intrigue.
“Better than what’s already been playing?”
“Mhm! I mean, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like it.”
Just as Chan was about to speak again, you heard a familiar tune float out of the speakers, your head whipping towards the dancefloor. A chorus of cheers and hollers erupted from the crowd, a few people running from their seats to join the wave of grinding bodies. Your fingers twitched around your glass.
You were dying to be out there.
And then you looked back at your companion.
But something was telling you leaving this man would be a mistake.
If he was really interested, maybe he wouldn’t mind waiting for you to finish your dance. And if he was the impatient kind, then tough shit.
“Chan—”
“Is this what you were waiting for?”
The interruption made you blink, nodding as you watched an inquisitive expression take over his handsome face. After a moment, he smirked.
“Dancehall, huh? Great taste.”
He appreciated this kind of music too? What else were you going to add onto the one-sided list of pros and cons?
“Thanks. I didn’t picture you as the type to know about this.”
Chan’s dark eyes widened, looking taken aback.
“Of course I do! I listen to almost anything. But this stuff right here, this is no joke. I don’t blame you for wanting to go.”
You couldn’t hold back a grin, no matter how hard you tried. Why couldn’t there be more people like him? You definitely had to catch up after you were finished.
Just as you were about to express your gratitude, Chan cocked his head and spoke, “Actually…”
The expectant look he gave was outright charming.
“Do you mind if I join?”
Uh oh.
Here we go. Damn, and it was all going so well too.
Not that you didn’t want to get the chance to grind up on this attractive man, but if he messed up out there, it just might change your overwhelmingly positive opinion on him.
You’d have to turn him down. It sucked, but it was for his own good.
Alright, just remember how this went the last time someone dared to ask you to dance.
Lowering your lids, you rested an elbow on the counter, clasping your hands together while your mouth flattened into a humorless line.
“You can’t keep up with me.”
This man wasn’t fazed by your dismissal. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the challenge, reflecting your position before a tongue came out to run over his straight teeth.
“Don’t count me out yet, baby.”
Your cold front cracked a mite at the nickname and the way Chan seemed so confident in himself. Was it real? Or was he just bullshitting until he got onto the floor with you and made a fool of himself?
The drinks you had must have been extra strong tonight as you found your resolve wavering faster than usual.
Well, only one way to answer your questions.
“Fine.”
Straightening up, you brushed some loose hairs out of your face before lifting your chin up a bit. You held a hand out towards your challenger.
“Let’s see if you can back up that mouth.”
You would think Chan had won the lottery with the dazzling grin he gave. He wasted no time in taking your palm in his, warm and heavy and leaving you wondering what it could be capable of. There was time for that later, if he played his cards right.
Now you were leading him onto the dancefloor, bobbing and weaving through the gyrating club-goers. You glanced back to see if there was any hesitation on his face as you pulled him into the middle.
Nothing.
If anything, he seemed even more excited.
Interesting.
Once you found a spot large enough for the two of you, you turned to face him, raising a brow.
“Last chance.”
Chan chuckled, shaking his head at your warning.
“Ready whenever you are.”
Lips quirking, you took a head start, quickly identifying what point of the song was playing right now. Your body began responding to the beats, hips popping side to side as you kept your eyes locked with his own. He was quick to follow you in succession, starting off with simple two-steps, albeit with a little more flourish than the other dancers.
You noticed how easily Chan seemed to catch the tempo on his own. His eyes never straying from yours to watch your movements in hopes to imitate them.
So far, so good.
But this was only the beginning.
Deciding to go up a level, you stepped closer to him. Leaving only a few inches between your bodies, you allowed your hips to come so close to brushing against his. Watching his face to see if he would flinch or back down, your curiosity was intrigued when he did neither.
In fact, Chan closed the gap before placing those strong hands of his on your waist. The touch made a jolt go up your spine, intensified by the smirk he shot down at you next.
“This alright?”
Either it was the music or the distraction from his warm palms that almost had you missing what he said.
“Yeah.”
From then on, you both remained silent, letting your bodies do the talking.
Your dance partner matched your moves with little second-guessing, even taking the lead at times. After a certain point, Chan took one of your hands to spin you around a few times, a laugh escaping your lips at the gesture. The sound stopped when you felt him pull your back flush against his front, gut twisting at the heat and firmness of his body. You almost missed your next step, but you were quick to collect yourself.
This gesture was a lot more intimate than before, the atmosphere taking a slight turn into something a bit sultry. It didn’t help that the man behind you took to resting his head next to yours, lowering the percentage of your body that wasn’t pressed against his. You could feel his breath occasionally washing over your cheek.
“Tired of me yet?”
Is he for real?
“Not at all. I’m liking what I’m seeing so far.”
Chan chuckled, lips vibrating against your ear. “Good.”
The two of you continued your dancing, the next couple of songs passing by swiftly. You were happy to see that he wasn’t full of shit when it came to his skills. You even challenged him by throwing a sudden move in at random moments, wanting to catch him off-guard. But he was quick on the draw, following any dips or grinds with ease.
The chance that you would spend more time with Chan later was growing by the second.
But then the DJ started transitioning into a tune that you knew all too well. You couldn’t help but wonder whether your companion could handle this kind of song or if it’d be a little too far out of his league.
“Oh shit! Haven’t heard this one in a while.”
What?
Chan couldn’t see your brows raising until you turned your head, surprised by the eager expression on his handsome face.
“This song?”
“Yup.” He cocked his head at the disbelief in your eyes. “What?”
“Sure you can handle this?”
Just like before, there was no caution to your question, his lips twisting into a secure smirk.
“Wait and see.”
You hoped he didn’t feel the tremble that ran through your body just now. Something about the sheer confidence of this man got to you with little effort.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you faced forward once again, hips starting to roll to the familiar rhythm. You were slower and more deliberate in your movements this time, trying to take the lead. Chan seemed to have other plans, though, tightening his hold on you before pulling you back just as he was grinding forward.
Whoa.
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty in that move just now. Alright, don’t back down, Y/N.
You raised your arms in the air, starting to lower your body down. Chan followed suit until the two of you were nearly squatting, giving you a little more leverage to work with. You weren’t shy in winding your hips back, the fabrics of your pants providing friction every time the two of you made contact. A part of you was hoping he’d slip up a bit, just to know you were having an effect on him. It wouldn’t influence your currently high opinion of him at all.
But if he was getting worked up, it wasn’t showing in the way he closed whatever gap was between and grinded from the bottom of your ass all the way to the top.
Oh no.
Godammit, you could feel whatever he was hiding in those pants of his rubbing against every inch of your bottom. And now your stimulated brain was running with scenarios of just what could be in his pants.
You swallowed hard.
Were you actually getting turned on from dancing alone? This was a first.
Okay, focus.
Push back, Y/N, push back.
It didn’t do much, of course. Especially since he practically jerked his hips forward all of a sudden. If it wasn’t for his hands, you would’ve stumbled in shock.
Thank God he couldn’t see the flustered expression on your face right now.
“Mind if I try something, baby?”
Oh? Something else up his sleeve…well, lack of sleeve.
You shook your head, only to have Chan maneuver your body so you were bent over at the waist, much to your surprise.
What he did next almost had you keeling over in a stupor.
The man behind you took a firm hold of your hips before grinding against you with everything he had in his well-muscled body.
Oh. Shit. Fucking shit.
You know, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed Chan wouldn’t be up to par. Because if it wasn’t for your clothes, this man would be straight-up fucking you on the dancefloor right now.
No no no. This could not continue, not unless he wanted you to pounce on him in the middle of this crowd.
You had to take the reins and let him know that you weren’t backing down.
Straightening your body up, you took his hands and pulled them away before spinning around to face him.
Okay, this was your last resort. Surely he wouldn’t be able to handle this move.
Tickled at the confused expression on Chan’s handsome face, you went and hooked your leg around his waist, giving back just as much force as he did when he rolled from behind. Judging by the way he bit his lip, you must have caught him off-guard.
Alas, your victory lap was cut short when those same lips twisted into a wicked smirk. You realized how screwed you were when he took a firm hold of your waist and repeated the motion from earlier. This was a huge mistake!
There was no cushioning to protect you from the sensation of his clothed crotch grinding against yours.
Goddamn. You were wrong yet again.
Feeling Chan rub against you over and over again started a familiar heat between your legs that increased with each grind. You were quickly losing control over your body, having to grab onto his firm shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes remained steady on his own, though, even if you wanted to close them while pleasure slowly crept up your spine.
You were looking for some sign on your dance partner’s face that he was being affected as well. Something. But there wasn’t much to work with. His smile was no longer present, but the rest of his expression remained impassive. Maybe he just had a really good poker face?
You managed to hold back on making any obscene sounds until a roll at a certain angle brushed right where your clit was. Oh fuck. Did you just moan out loud? At least the music covered it up…hopefully.
Just when you felt like you were about to pin this man and ride him like a prize horse, the song ended, music returning back into its usual genre. The bubble of lust around you and Chan burst with the shift. But the air still felt heavy. Especially with the way the two of you would just not stop staring at each other.
There was no way this would be the end of your interaction with the handsome stranger tonight.
Absolutely not.
You were pleased to see that you weren’t the only one who had broken a sweat, the edge of Chan’s hairline shining and dotted with light perspiration.
“How was that?”
What? That’s all he had to say? After the way he spun, writhed and bent you over, that’s what came out of his mouth?!
Alright. He wanted an answer? You would give him one.
With your eyes narrowing for a moment, you made a grab for his hand before beginning to drag him through the dancing bodies. You narrowly avoided having your foot stepped on until the two of you hit an open area. Spotting the hallway leading to the bathrooms, you kept pulling on Chan until you were deep enough to not be interrupted.
You swiftly turned around to have your back facing the wall. Chan’s mouth opened in what was sure to be a question until you grabbed his shoulders and tugged him down to attach your lips to his.
There was his damn answer.
He seemed to like it as you felt a groan rumble against you before those strong hands of his made a grab for your hips once more. You felt him tug until they were pressed to his.
Oh. Now you could tell that the grinding had some kind of effect on him.
Chan didn’t give you reprieve, snaking his tongue out to pry your mouth open. He was on a mission as he landed on your own appendage, tangling with controlled movements that had you feeling weaker than before. Between that and the nips to your lower lip he’d give occasionally, you would forget just where you guys were.
In a nightclub across the hall from restrooms with semi-questionable hygiene. Probably had a few drunks tossing their cookies in there too.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized that this wasn’t an ideal spot. You wanted to get a taste of whether Chan’s moves were only designated to the dancefloor or not.
When he broke off to begin planting kisses on your neck, you mustered up the strength to air your intentions.
“I wanna get out of here.”
Another kiss. “With me?”
“No, by myself— Ah—”
The nibble underneath your jaw made your words catch, much to Chan’s humor, judging by his tone as he teased, “Aw, I thought we were having such a good time together, baby.”
Clicking your tongue, you reached up to give an earlobe a light tug. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pissing me off.”
An unexpected giggle came out before he whispered in your ear, “But you’re so hot when you’re mad.”
This man.
“You’re gonna see me real mad if we don’t leave this damn club.”
Another laugh came from Chan as pulled his head back to look at you.
“Fine, fine. Where are we going?”
“Your place, my place, a hotel, I don’t fucking care.”
You probably sounded whiny, but at least he seemed to share the sentiment as he stepped back.
“Well, lucky for you, my place is a few blocks away. C’mon.”
He held a hand out that you immediately took, allowing Chan to escort you through the club and to the front doors, ready to continue the night away from wandering eyes.
Chan wasn’t joking when he said he only lived a few blocks down, but it felt like longer to you, thanks to how fucking horny you were.
It was so bad that you almost tugged him down an alleyway whenever the two of you had to wait at an intersection to cross. But oddly, having his thumb occasionally rub the back of your hand would ground you a bit. Well, that and the charming smile he’d shoot down.
It was almost like he could tell how restless you were.
Finally, he led you into an apartment building and straight to the elevator, the ride going up a few floors before you both got off.
Chan pulled a set of keys out of his pocket as the two of you headed down the hall to a door with a welcome mat that had a picture of a cat on it. The sight was unexpected and brought a tiny giggle out of you.
“It’s not mine, my roommate picked it out.”
“Chan, you don’t have to lie. I think it’s cute!”
He paused in unlocking the door to shoot a pout.
“I’m not!”
“Uh huh.”
Realizing he wasn’t going to change your mind, he rolled his eyes and got the door open, motioning you to step in first before locking it behind him. As soon as the two of you took your shoes off, he reached for your hand once again and began walking.
Guess you weren’t going to get a good look at his apartment right now.
Chan guided you down a hallway before stopping in front of one of the doors, presumably his bedroom. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it to push the door open, only for the smile on his face to drop.
You couldn’t see what the problem was until you peeked around his body, spotting a desk setup with a sizable computer monitor against one of the walls. And in the chair in front of it was a person, clearly immersed in the game they were playing.
“Get out, Felix.”
Chan’s concealed irritation caught the attention of the man named Felix, swiveling his chair around to shoot a bothered look. His appearance was the polar opposite of his roommate’s, slender with softer facial features and blond hair that draped over the back of his neck. In your eyes, he was, dare you say, quite a pretty man.
“But I’m almost done with this level, bro!”
Oh wow. Didn’t expect that voice to come out of that face.
Your lover for the night growled under his breath before addressing him once again with a little more attitude.
“Mate, get out of here! You’ve been in that chair since I left hours ago, go do something productive, for Chrissakes!”
Felix’s eyes narrowed at Chan, tsking before turning back around, clicking the mouse and keyboard harder than necessary. In a minute, the bright colors on the screen disappeared, leaving nothing but a basic desktop wallpaper illuminating the room. The leaner man pushed the chair back and stood up before heading towards the two of you.
“Asshole. This is me being productive.”
Clearly Chan wasn’t having it, dark eyes still boring a hole in the other as he gently moved both of your bodies aside so Felix could leave the room. But just before he hit the threshold, he stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down with thinly-veiled curiosity.
“Aren’t you at least going to introduce me to your new friend?”
Chan seemed ready to tell him off, yet reined it in at the last second, his broad shoulders lifting and lowering as he sighed with exasperation. He held out a free hand to gesture between you and Felix.
“Felix, Y/N. Y/N, Felix.”
The both of you waved to each other, Felix’s pretty face stretching into a cheeky smile.
“Hey Y/N. Hopefully Chan doesn’t drool on you while he’s on top.”
This seemed to be the last straw for the muscled man, letting out some colorful words before letting go of your hand. He placed both of his on Felix’s shoulders, turning him towards the hallway in order to push him out with more force than necessary. This didn’t seem to bother the other man, laughing at both of your reactions.
Just as Chan was grabbing the door, Felix seemed to have one last thing to say.
“Oh, and the back of his neck is his weak spot!”
Your brows lifted in intrigue just as the door was slammed in the other’s face, watching as the lock was turned with a loud click. You heard Chan mumbling under his breath, only able to hear the words ‘dick’ and ‘cunt’ and something about the electric bill, lips twitching in amusement until he turned towards you with a sigh. A hand came up to rub the back of his neck.
“’M sorry about that. My roommate can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.”
You giggled, stepping close to take said hand in yours, giving it a light squeeze.“No worries. Not the worst situation I’ve walked into.”
That adorable smile of his made a comeback, thanks to your reassurance.
“Good. Oh, and whatever he said was bullshit.”
Your head cocked to the side as you played with his fingers.
“What was?”
Chan huffed lightly at how you were playing games, placing his free hand on your hip to pull you flush against his firm body.
“How I drool.”
You looked off to the side, pretending to recollect what Felix had said before looking up at him once again.
“Oh yeah? Because I was more curious about the other thing he mentioned.”
You felt the hold on your hip move slowly towards your ass before cupping it.
“The neck thing?”
“Yes.”
Chan’s lips peeled back, flashing straight teeth. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Your smile matched his to a T, taking your other hand to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. It had been too long since his luscious lips were on yours.
The two of you picked up on where you had left off at the club, with less concern about who would see what was going on. It was just you and Chan in this lamp-lit room, tongues and teeth working .
Just when you were ready to take things up a notch, you felt his grip on both sides of your hips before he began guiding you to walk backwards. Your legs automatically moved in response, only stopping when he tightened his hold.
Chan broke the kiss, allowing you to realize that you were at the foot of his bed now. He didn’t give you time to think more on it, reaching for the hem of your top. With a quick glance at your face, he waited for your nod before starting to work the garment up and off. There was a bit of fumbling towards the end, thanks to the multiple straps, but he managed to divulge you of it.
The swear that left him at the sight of your bare breasts made your lips tilt and your ego stroked. You let him admire you for a little longer until the urge to see what was hiding under his shirt became too strong to delay.
Your hands reached for it, thankful that he lifted his arms up the second your fingers brushed the fabric. You removed it faster than your own top, eyes trained on every inch of skin that was revealed. Within no time, you were granted a full view of his exposed torso, jaw dropping at the sight.
“Oh shit…”
You had figured Chan was well-muscled, thanks to his exposed arms and the way he felt against your softer body, but this was insane.
A chiseled chest that rose and fell with heavy breaths. Rippling abs that tightened with each inhale. Just…straight-up muscle. How often did he go to the gym to be blessed with a body like this?
“Y/N.”
Chan’s amused voice cut into your foggy thoughts, making you blink in shock. Oops. Did you space out?
You heard a chuckle before a hand came up to carefully hold your chin, tipping your head back up, making sure your eyes were on his own and not his figure. Chan didn’t seem offended at all; if anything, the twinkle in his dark eyes expressed flattery.
“I don’t mind you staring, but I’d really like to get my hands on you now, babygirl.”
Oh. Well, you couldn’t say no to that at all.
You gave an eager nod, receiving one of his adorable giggles before his lips captured yours again. While you were occupied, you felt him begin to work on your pants, undoing them enough to be able to slide them down. The kiss broke once the waistband went over the curve of your ass, Chan crouching down to bring your bottoms down to your ankles.
Good thing you picked one of your best-looking (albeit somewhat uncomfortable) pairs of panties today; he was getting an eyeful at the moment.
“What the fuck, you’re so hot—”
If you weren’t careful, you were going to leave this place with a big head with the way he was throwing praise your way. Despite the way your cheeks were flaming, you played it cool, reaching down to tip Chan’s chin up now, directing his admiring gaze up to your face.
“You already got me in your room, no need to lay it on thick.”
Chan’s eyes creased in the corners as he grinned, another giggle escaping from his dimpled smile.
“Sorry. My mouth tends to beat my brain sometimes.”
How this man could go from confident to adorable in a split second was a mystery to you.
But you could try and solve it later; right now, you needed him back up here.
“It’s alright, baby—”
You motioned him to stand up, wrapping your arms around his taut waist before pressing your bare breasts against his torso.
“Never said I didn’t like compliments.”
Chan huffed in enjoyment, laying his hands on your hips.
“Good to know.”
A giggle escaped before he swooped down to cover your mouth with his own, making quick work of prying your lips apart with his tongue. You opened up with little resistance, but it widened when you felt a firm grip on your ass out of nowhere. The way Chan kneaded it had you melting into his touch, forgetting about any other part of your body that wasn’t squished against his right now.
Which was why you were surprised to find yourself falling backwards all of a sudden, body bouncing on top of his bed.
Chan chuckled at the bewilderment on your face before crawling on top of you, lust-filled eyes traveling over your sprawled figure.
“I almost didn’t approach you, y’know.”
The confession caught you off-guard, causing your brows to furrow.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The man above you leaned in to begin pressing kisses over your jawline and neck, throwing in nips in between that made your breath hitch.
“I saw how you kept turning down all those poor bastards. Kept wondering if I should even bother taking a chance.”
A dig of Chan’s teeth into a hot spot right under your ear had you gasping, followed by a soft moan as he soothed the bite with his tongue.
“But you went ahead and did.”
A puff of air against your neck as he chuckled.
“Only after I had a drink.”
You matched his laugh, deciding to rest your idle hands on his back, savoring the expanse of muscle underneath.
“Nothing wrong with liquid courage. I’m glad you came over.”
Chan lifted his head after pressing his lips to your collarbone, eyes sparked with wonder.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
You felt a light tremble run through him when your nails dragged over his skin.
“You definitely proved yourself tonight. That was the most fun I’ve had in that club in ages.”
Thanks to the lamp, you could see the tips of Chan’s ears flushing, his cheeks lifting in bashfulness. To go from devouring your neck to flustering at your words in such a short span of time…what duality.
“Glad to hear it. Besides—”
Your hips jolted when you felt his own press down, the unmistakable feel of his erection making itself known.
“The fun’s only beginning, no?”
Shy Chan has officially left the building. Especially with the groan he gave when you rolled up into him.
“Yes, it is.”
Leaning up to grab more kisses, you were only granted the indulgence for a short while before he broke away. Motioning you to lay back again, he was quick to replace his mouth on your skin, traveling down until he reached your breasts. Chan gave attention to the sensitive area, alternating between feathery licks and thorough sucks.
You were eager to let him know how well he was doing with back arches and moans, nails still tracing patterns on his warm skin. Although the patterns were broken whenever a tug or scrape of his teeth occurred.
“Chan—”
A grunt vibrated against your nipple before he pulled off to rasp, “I’m trying to be patient here, baby, but you’re making it hard for me.”
You huffed and looked down to see an impatient expression aimed up at you.
“How do you think I feel? I was so close to doing you in that club.”
Chan’s eyes lidded at your reveal, tongue running over his swollen lips.
“Well, I could’ve fucked you in the middle of that dance floor.”
A shiver ran through your body. Just the thought of him possibly doing such a crude act had your pussy throbbing harder than before.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. Anyone tried to stop me, I would’ve decked the cunt.”
Fuck, why did that sound so hot?
He didn’t allow you to think on it any longer as he continued to trail kisses down your body, skimming over your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. His hands were quick to come up and lay on both of your inner thighs, pushing them further apart to improve his view of what laid between them.
With the way he was staring, you would have thought he was trying to see through the damn underwear itself.
Just as you were about to interject with something witty, Chan chose to make a move and latch his lips where your clit was, ripping a gasp out of you.
“Ah!”
The sudden shock melted into tingles of pleasure as he began with light sucks, sometimes pausing to lap his tongue over the damp fabric instead.
“Fuck, Chan…”
“Like that, baby?”
You huffed, “No, it’s not enough.”
An inquisitive hum sounded from below, Chan’s mouth pausing its actions (much to your dismay).
“Is that so?”
This guy.
“You know so. Just take them off.”
All you received was a giggle and a shake of the head. “Not yet.”
You groaned his name in annoyance, making him laugh harder, teeth on full display.
“You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”
To think you would get so flustered by him. It even made you giggle. “Thank you, but—”
You reached down and tapped his forehead.
“I’m starting to think you’re forcing yourself to do this.”
Chan gave you a look of mock offense.
“Of course not!”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
He rolled his eyes, hooking his finger under the elastic before letting it snap. “I’m serious, Y/N. This is me holding back right now.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah—”
Chan brushed his lips against your clothed center and husked, “I’d do anything to taste this pussy of yours.”
A shiver traveled through you at his words.
“Anything?”
He kissed you again. “Mhm.”
A certain thought bloomed in your mind from the conversation. You might be pushing it by saying it out loud, but fuck it.
“Would you even let me sit on your face?”
A groan vibrated against your core. “Fuck yes, I would.”
A smirk came over your swollen lips. Hearing the near desperate way he spoke had you going further, toying with the idea before deciding to take a chance. You were feeling very lucky tonight, as it is.
“Well then?”
Chan looked up at you in surprise. He stared until he realized you were serious, mirroring your grin.
“If you insist.”
He sat up and motioned you to move aside so he could sit back and prepare for what was to come. Waiting until Chan got comfortable, you kept your eyes locked on his as you slowly removed your sodden underwear. You almost giggled at how he broke the staring contest, fixated on the now exposed area. Tossing the garment off to who knows where, you poked one of his pecs to catch his attention, letting the laugh escape at the sheepish expression he donned.
He was quick to apologize before laying flat on his back, head just below the pillows. He then pointed to his face, a cheeky grin pasted on now.
“Take a seat.”
You were quick to scoot up and follow his invitation until a thought came through at the last second. Just as you were about to straddle Chan’s head, you turned your body before climbing on, facing towards his lower body instead.
“Oy, what are you doing?”
You hummed before giving his firm stomach a pat. “Enjoying the view.”
A laugh rang from behind as you felt his warm hands cup the top of your ass.
“Cheeky.”
He didn’t give you a moment to reply as he pushed your hips down, ripping a sound out of you as you sat on his tongue now. With slow precision, Chan began lapping at your slick skin, electricity running up your spine before blooming into spreading heat. It didn’t take long before you began moaning at the contact, back arching in enjoyment.
Guess kissing wasn’t the only thing he was good at.
Chan continued to lick at you, dipping into each crevice with varying pressure. Just when you were about to whine when he was too light, he’d increase the strength, throwing you for a loop. There were a few times where you’d nearly lose your balance, tightening your core muscles to prevent yourself from falling over. But after a while, you couldn’t take it anymore, abdominals screaming for mercy.
You had to brace yourself somehow. Scrambling for somewhere to hold onto, your eyes landed on the rippled expanse below you.
Ah. Perfect.
Just as you felt a harsh suck to your folds, your palms landed on Chan’s abs.
Damn.
Did this guy have rocks under his skin or what?
Just as your fingers began exploring every ridge on his waist, you felt something clamp around your throbbing clit before giving a pull.
“Fuck!”
If it wasn’t for his strong hands, you would have bucked down into his face. The temptation grew the more he continued.
Okay, you couldn’t just sit still (well, as still as you could be with his mouth working you over). You needed to suck his dick. Now.
Collecting yourself as much as possible, you put some more weight on your lower body so you could reach for Chan’s pants. Your fingers fumbled a bit, but you managed to get the button and his fly undone. Parting the fabric, you got a better view of the thick outline pressing against his black underwear, sliding your hand under the elastic band to get a feel of it. The second your fingertips went underneath, you felt the body under you give a jolt. Only when your hand wrapped around his cock did he relax.
Damn. Whatever you were holding, you had to see it for yourself.
You pulled Chan’s length out of his underwear, jaw dropping at its appearance.
Nice and thick, perfect for stretching your needy walls out when the time came. But for now…
You lowered your torso to rest on Chan’s, mouth immediately getting to work once his dick was in proximity. The second your tongue touched the velvety skin, vibrations hummed against your pussy. They only increased in frequency the more you incorporated the muscle. Eventually, you chose to take him fully in your mouth, pulling back in enough time to avoid choking as his hips jerked.
Wrapping your fist around the base, your head began bobbing in your own rhythm, hearing and feeling the muffled grunts and groans from behind. You missed Chan’s lips on your cunt when he pulled away at one point, but it was remedied by the praise he gave.
“That’s it, baby…oh shit—”
You smiled around his dick, deciding to throw in a few hums of your own, savoring the way he dug his fingers into the curve of your ass.
“So glad you came up with this—“
A jiggle of one of your cheeks pulled a muffled moan out of you.
“I get to have a great view and feel that mouth.”
So he was an ass man, huh?
Your observation was solidified when you gave it a little shake that rewarded you with a curse. In no time, Chan returned to giving your most intimate area attention again, sending waves of bliss coursing up your spine again.
Between you and him, the room filled up with lewd sounds and noises. Slowly a knot began to form in your guy, encouraging you to up your movements. You provided more suction, receiving a buck of the hips that caught you off-guard. A light gag emitted as his tip hit the top of your throat.
Chan was quick to pull off, speaking in a huskier voice than before, “Shit, sorry. You alright?”
You let him out of your mouth, his wet cock bouncing back down onto his lap.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
You didn’t even give him a chance to continue, leaning down to lick up the bead of precum on his flushed head. The moan he gave was absolutely worth it.
“What the fuck— Your mouth is too good.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss below his belly button.
“So I’ve heard.”
Another swear echoed from behind before you felt his hands pushing at your hips. Picking up what he was asking for, you swiftly climbed off, only to feel those same hands tugging at you again. Before you knew it, you ended up on your back with Chan perched over you, looking more fiery thanks to the dual act.
The blown-out pupils in his dark brown irises, combined with his sweat-covered brow, glistening mouth and chin made him look like a feral man, ready to devour every inch of you.
Good. So you were on equal grounds; you were ready to satiate his appetite too.
“You’re killin’ me, Y/N.”
A brow lifted. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Chan grunted before pressing his forehead onto yours, eyes zeroed in on your own.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is—”
Your pitch grew when you felt fingers skimming over your damp center, biting your lip when you felt one of them circle your clit.
“Hm, sure feels like it. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any wetter…”
A good portion of that was contributed to Chan working you up with his mouth. Hell, you could feel yourself pushing out a drop right now because of his touch.
“You must be feeling good about it—!”
Yet again, he caught you off-guard by prodding between your lower lips, teasing your twitching hole with his index finger.
“Damn right I am.”
He wouldn’t let you come up with another retort, applying pressure until the tip began sinking in, your breath hitching. The sudden intrusion gave way to a pleasant stretch as he pushed even further, up until you felt his knuckle brushing outside.
“Chan—”
Your lover merely hummed, starting to pump slowly as he continued to stare down at you.
“You feel like you’re ready for me, baby.”
Your hips bucked when he sped up for a moment before slowing down.
“I am.”
Chan’s teeth flashed, the impishness contrasting the actions of his hand.
“Nah, nevermind. You’re not ready.”
Frustration began building inside as he continued teasing you, a huff escaping your swollen lips.
“You’re such an ass.”
One of your favorite giggles came out while he pressed his index finger against your entrance.
“Am I?”
Despite the mild burn from the stretch as he added the digit, your hand came up to swat one of his solid pecs.
“Yes! Working me up like this and then laughing—”
This man just loved to torture you, didn’t he? For he decided to go searching and quickly found that rough spot inside that made your back arch.
“Fuck!”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, you don’t sound very mad right now.”
You were about to swear at him again, but he gave a few solid presses that made a lewd sound emit, making your face burn and your hips jerk.
“Godammit Chan—!”
Chan continued to play dumb, peering down at you with a look of mock concern.
“What’s wrong? My fingers not enough for you, babygirl?”
“N-No— I need more!”
Hums and tilts his head, still thrusting his fingers.
“You sure?”
That’s it.
“Chan, you son of a bitch, if you don’t fuck me right now—”
One of his trademark giggles escaped at your attitude.
“Alright, alright, I hear ya.”
Pulling his fingers out with a squelch, you sighed in relief when he went to grab a condom from his nightstand.
“Thank you, baby.”
Chan gave a chuckle as he prepared himself, quick to climb back on once he was fully sheathed. Just as you figured he would get straight to business, he surprised you by stealing a kiss from you. One kiss long enough to distract you until you felt him poking your folds. With that, you couldn’t wait any longer.
Pulling your lips away a bit, you husked against his own, “Come on.”
For once, your lover didn’t have a quip, choosing to give you what you so desired. Either that or he was hiding his own needs well, for Chan began guiding himself inside, pulling an audible moan out of you. Okay, maybe having his fingers beforehand was a good thing; the stretch he was giving you was something else.
“Shit, Chan—“
He seemed to be affected by the way your walls practically swallowed his dick, a knit between sweat-covered brows and his teeth bared as he ground out, “This pussy is so fuckin’ tight— Worth the wait.”
A grunt came out as you involuntarily clamped down at the words, forcing his hips to pause on his trek. But as soon as you loosened, Chan continued to push forward until he bottomed out, leaving you full and yearning for more.
Thankfully, you two seemed to be on the same wavelength now, for he didn’t hesitate on starting up a rhythm, slow but steady.
You were quickly affected by the friction, wrapping your legs around his hard and built waist to keep him as close to you as possible. Soft pants escalated into thorough moans, the sparks deep in your gut beginning to light a fire that spread to every end of your body.
“Mm, that’s it…”
Chan chuckled at your encouragement, running a tongue over his reddened lips as he gazed down at you.
“Just what you wanted, eh?”
Yes. This was just what you wanted.
To have him moving inside of you, rolling those hips just like he was doing on the dancefloor. Every inch of his cock stroked all of your sweet spots and his pelvis grinded against your pulsating clit, leaving you an absolute mess underneath his muscled body. It didn’t help when he began whispering all sorts of praise and filth into your ear.
Eventually, you found your body craving more and dug your nails into the tight muscles on his back.
“Chan—”
“Mm?”
It took a little longer than expected to respond, but you managed.
“Fuck me harder, please—”
Did you mean to sound that whiny? Not at all.
But it seemed to be worth it as Chan’s demeanor changed a bit, some of the humor leaving his expression. From the way you felt him twitch inside, your begging hit a nerve.
A nerve that had him nodding before starting to practically pound into you. You didn’t know what to classify the sound that left your mouth as, but it was loud and it was sharp.
This man’s hips were too powerful. Every thrust inched you further up the bed, to the point where you had to plant your hands on the headboard for support. The last thing you wanted was a concussion.
Well, this was what you asked for and he was gladly giving it to you.
Chan himself was pleased with the change of pace, judging by the more frequent moans and groans leaving him.
“Goddamn, Y/N—”
Fuck, he sounded so good like this. Like a man unleashing secret desires after hiding them for so long. Maybe you should’ve encouraged him to go all out sooner.
His sense of rhythm was also strong in the bedroom, it seems. The way your skin clapped against his added to the pleasant melody that was both of your cries and words jumbling together in the musky room.
Among all of the carnal noises the both of you were releasing, you could have sworn you heard three thumps in succession. Almost like someone was banging on the wall.
Eh, probably your imagination.
Out of nowhere, Chan stilled his hips before beginning to slip out of you. An indignant cry left your swollen lips at the withdrawal, propping yourself up on your elbows to scowl up at your lover.
“What the fuck?!”
You weren’t surprised to see his mouth curl at your response. This guy and being amused by your anger was a combo that you were about to tire of.
Chan reached a hand out to give your hip a pat before scooting back a bit, husking out, “Turn that ass over, babygirl—”
Oh. That’s why.
His request made your brief irritation disappear in a second and you were swift in complying, forcing your body to react and reposition itself on hands and knees. You felt a palm rub over one of your ass cheeks before giving it a light grope, unable to hold back from doing a little wiggle in response. A groan sounded from behind, followed by the blunt head of Chan’s cock pressing against your entrance before sliding back in.
This position had you clutching the sheets, thanks to how his length stroked areas that he couldn’t reach before. Surely if he rolled his hips again, he’d render your limbs useless due to pleasure.
You didn’t have to wonder much longer as Chan continued his pace with little hesitation. The movement ripped a yelp out of you as you now found yourself supporting your weight on your torso, arms losing stability.
“Ch-Chan!”
You heard a laugh lingering with cockiness from behind before he said something else that tickled you.
“Okay, those pants weren’t doing your ass enough justice.”
The compliment made your lips twitch, the boost to your confidence making you give a solid push back.
“Oh yeah?”
Chan was quick to give a solid thrust, nearly knocking you off your knees.
“Fuck yeah.”
You were ready to give another reply until he continued with the solid thrusts; clearly, there was no more room for conversation. The two of you kept at it, the claps of your skin mixing with every little filth and praise spilling out of you and Chan’s mouths. You enjoyed each moment of it until you started feeling a coil building deep in your stomach, forcing you to get louder in your cries.
It must have tipped Chan off as you felt him lean over your drenched back to whisper in your ear, “You gonna come for me, babygirl?”
“Yes, yes!”
A curse left him before you felt him pull out yet again, but he didn’t give you a chance to cuss him out as he flipped you onto your back and guided his cock back in with little patience. He proceeded with pounding the shit out of you again, the flush in his cheeks doing little to tone down the wolfishness of his smirk.
“Good, wanna feel this sweet cunt squeezing me—“
Ugh. The absolute nerve of this man to give you that blinding grin while he was all up in your guts. And then to speak like that?
You weren’t given much more time to be irate before that pang in your gut increased, thanks to Chan returning to rolling his hips like before. Your poor clit received every ounce of stimulation, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Needing to hold onto something for stability, you were about to grab for his shoulders before remembering Felix’s little hint from earlier.
Shooting your lover a smirk, you savored the curious look on his face before it was wiped off, thanks to the nails that dug into the back of his neck. You could feel whatever parts of him pressed against you stiffen for a moment, paired with the hitching of his breath.
“So it is true.”
Chan didn’t seem to be as amused as you were, brows furrowing at your teasing. He wouldn’t let you scratch his neck again, reaching behind for your wrists before pinning them down to the bed. The move made you gasp, being left at his mercy now.
“It is. Now be good and let me keep fucking you.”
You didn’t fight against his command one bit. As a reward, the tension in your belly expanded until you couldn’t take it anymore. After a particularly thorough hip roll, the rubber band snapped, forcing a sharp cry to escape your agape mouth filling the room.
Your legs shook next to his still-moving hips, pussy squeezing him on and off with no signs of stopping. After a moment, Chan paused, allowing you to ride out the harsh waves with ease. You could barely notice him watching you fall apart, only focusing when he said something that caught your attention.
“Shit, ‘m gonna come, baby—“
Wanting to make that a reality, you tugged one of your wrists free with some force before landing a hand on the back of his sweat-soaked neck again. He didn’t have a chance to scold you, mouth letting out an unmistakably shaky groan at the sensation of your nails running over the skin. Just a few more passes granted you with the lovely sound and sight of Chan reaching his limit as well.
You felt his cock pulsating between your still contracting walls as he spilled into the condom, hips pressed firmly against yours. Watching your lover’s face knit in sheer gratification was worth all the teasing you endured over the last couple of hours.
Once he was through his orgasm, Chan relaxed his lower half on top of yours, taking care to keep the upper half hovering above. You showed your appreciation with a pat of his back. As nice as his ripped body felt against you, the crushing weight wouldn’t have been ideal at the moment.
“Damn…”
His weak exhale brought a feeble giggle out of you.
“You alright, baby?”
Chan huffed, bringing a hand up to brush a rolling bead of sweat off your brow.
“Should be asking you that, sweetheart.”
You shrugged, hoping your knees would quit shaking soon.
“Still kicking and breathing.”
“Hmm.”
Now that your heart-rate was beginning to return to normal, you were growing aware of just how intense the session had gotten. Every inch of your skin was covered in sweat and the muscles in the lower part of your body were about to start screaming for mercy. And between your legs where Chan was still deeply nestled…
“Chan.”
“Mm?”
You tipped your head back, peering at a familiar package sitting on one of the headboard shelves.
“Mind passing one of those wipes?”
When your eyes opened, two questions went through your mind.
Where were you and what time was it?
In the dimly-lit room, you could tell that it wasn’t the decor you were familiar with. You also didn’t see your alarm clock on your nightstand to inform you of the current time. But after a minute, the fog in your brain began to clear and everything started to come back to you.
The thick arm laying on your waist also helped.
Turning your head, your mouth curled at the sleeping figure next to you. Chan was still dead to the world, plush mouth parted as he snored softly. You had to hold back a giggle at the trail of drool running out. At least it didn’t happen while he was on top.
Fighting the urge to grab a wipe and clean him up, you focused on sneaking out from his hold without waking him up. You managed to lay his arm back down carefully, Chan not even budging a mite. You started looking for your clothes, specifically your pants first. The garment laid at the foot of the bed still and you picked them up, reaching in the back pocket for your phone.
You clicked on the home screen .
8:53 AM.
Whoops. You definitely didn’t mean to stay that long.
Time to go.
You glanced back at Chan. You didn’t want to go without saying goodbye, after the night he gave you, but you weren’t sure if he’d appreciate the interruption to his sleep. Biting your lip, you mulled over it as you quietly redressed.
Once you got your top situated, you made your way to the door, hand resting on the knob as you peeked at him once again.
Should you really leave like this? He did make an impression on you, outside of the bedroom. You weren’t necessarily looking for a relationship with the guy, but you didn’t want this to be the last time you’d see him. Relying on the odds that you’d see him at the club again was risky, too.
Maybe you could find something to write on out there…
Giving Chan’s sleeping form a grateful smile, you carefully opened the door before stepping out into the hallway. Just as you shut it, you heard one opening further down. You looked up to see his roommate appearing, wrapped tight in a cozy blanket. It took him a few seconds to realize you were there, but he was quick to give you a sleepy wave.
“Morning.”
The yawn that followed his greeting made you chuckle, returning his wave.
“Good morning. Slept well?”
Felix shrugged, dark eyes bleary. “Well enough.” Said eyes looked you over before a brow raised. “Sneaking out?”
“Yeah, I think I overstayed my welcome.”
The blond hummed, slipping a hand out of his throw to fix his bedhead. “Understandable. Well, feel free to leave whenever you want, I’m going to go get a brownie to start my day off.”
Before you could make your exit, Felix regarded you for a second before tilting his head.
“Would you like one?”
You blinked, both in surprise and at the fact that this guy was eating a dessert for breakfast. Then again, free food.
“Oh? Um…sure?”
Felix chuckled, a grin forming.
“Don’t be shy, I can always make more. Come on.”
He gestured you to follow him, heading down the hall and towards the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a container of brownies on one of the counters. Your eyes bugged when Felix opened it, showing that it was filled to the brim. No wonder he said to not hold back.
You took two while he picked up three, grabbing some paper towels nearby to lay them on before standing by the island. Once you bit into the pastry, you realized that you were hungrier than you thought. That, and these brownies were fucking delicious.
You were quick to let Felix know, receiving an appreciative smile. Even though you had planned to head on home, you found yourself making small talk with him.
But then he threw out a statement that caught you off guard.
“You guys were pretty loud.”
A crumb almost lodged itself in your throat, cheeks flooding with heat.
“Ah…surprised you didn’t say anything.”
Felix lifted his slender shoulders, not really looking that bothered. “Well, I did bang on the wall a bit, but it didn’t do shit. Just put my headphones on and ended up falling asleep to a movie.”
Damn, were you and Chan that disruptive? Looks like that banging you heard wasn’t in your head, at all.
“Sorry, Felix.”
“Eh, no worries. Better that than him coming home alone and complaining to me how he couldn’t pick a girl up. Although, I do have to congratulate you—”
Felix grinned, eyes scrunching in mischief.
“Sounds like you found that spot on his neck.”
Good thing you swallowed your bite as you burst into laughter at his compliment.
“I should be thanking you for the hint! It definitely made him weak.”
“It always does! Did he drool on you?”
“Nope.”
The blond gave a thumbs up while biting into another brownie. As soon as he finished his bite, he regarded you with caution before leaning in. He motioned you to do the same, your curiosity increasing as you followed his gesture.
“You know—”
The way he whispered made it sound like he was about to tell you something scandalous.
“If he was shit in bed, you can tell me. I won’t say a word. It’s 2023 and I feel like girls need to stop faking it and just be blunt with these lazy cunts.”
You didn’t think you could laugh louder than before, but Felix proved you wrong. After it died down into giggles, you straightened up, wiping a tear from your eye.
“Thank you for the reassurance, but trust me, it was all real.”
Felix sat up and pouted. “Damn, was hoping I’d have something to hold against him.” He sighed, ”If you say so.”
“Sorry buddy, you’re not gonna get it from me today.”
He nodded, all seeming well as his pretty lips curled in humor. The break in conversation reminded you to check the time, exclaiming in surprise.
“Damn, I really should go.” You finished up your ‘breakfast’, brushing your hands clean. “Thanks again for the brownies, Felix.”
“No problem, Y/N. You want any for the road?”
Your eyes narrowed playfully.
“I feel like you’re trying to thicken me up.”
Felix smirked. “Well, someone has to play host while Chris is asleep. You ate those two pretty fast, so…”
There was no way he’d let you leave without one, was there? A sigh left you.
“Fine, if you’re offering.”
The pleased blond was quick to wrap up a few for you, leaving you waiting for a minute. Suddenly, a thought hit you. You didn’t have a way to keep in contact with Chan.
There was no way you could part ways with that wonderful man and be able to sleep peacefully.
“Hey Felix.”
“Hm?”
You grabbed a napkin and a nearby pen, jotting down the numbers from memory. Once Felix walked back over, you handed him the note.
“Mind giving this to Chan for me?”
He took it and looked it over, brows raising in intrigue before he nodded at you.
“Sure.”
You smiled and expressed your gratitude, taking the brownies before Felix led you out to the front door. With a wave and a ‘have a good day’, you headed down the hallway, a sway in your somewhat sore hips.
Who knew that last night would go the way it did? You just might have met your match. Someone who could keep up with your moves and handle you in the bedroom.
If Chan wanted to see more of what you could do, he better take your gift and use it wisely.
Chan couldn’t tell what time it was when he awoke, thanks to those new blinds he bought. All he knew was that there was someone else in his room. And judging by the familiar clacking of a keyboard, he knew exactly who it was.
Prying his bleary eyes open, he stretched, groaning quietly at the way his muscles protested at the action. He sat up in bed, automatically wiping off the semi-dried drool on his chin. The motion must have alerted the other person as they turned their head to look at him.
“Morning, bro.”
Chan grumbled at the chipper greeting as he rubbed his eyes.
“Felix, the fuck are you doing in my room?”
“Picking up where I was so rudely interrupted last night.”
Not having the energy to fire back a quip, the older roommate rolled his eyes. But then he realized something. There should have been a third occupant in the bedroom…
He looked next to where he was laying, frowning when he saw nothing but rumpled sheets, rather than an equally nude body.
“Where is she?”
“Went home, mate.”
Felix’s flippant response made Chan swear under his breath. Fuck, he meant to get your number or something before you left. He figured that the two of you were on the same wavelength after last night’s events and honestly, he didn’t want this to be a one and done. Did you get tired of waiting for him to wake up or…
He fixed a glare at the back of Felix’s head. “Did you scare her away?”
All he heard was the sip of a drink before his roommate answered.
“Nope.”
The flippant response made Chan hop out of bed, storming over to spin the chair around hard, gripping the blond’s shoulders with force.
“Felix, you little cunt, if I find out that you kicked her out just so you could play fucking Fortnite, I’m beating your ass.”
He was clearly unbothered, removing Chan’s hands from his person with laziness.
“Chill, man. I ran into her in the hall just as she was leaving. I had to play host since you were clearly doing a bad job at it.”
Chan raised a brow, his irritation cooling a bit. “Really?”
“Yup, offered her some of my brownies too. Sure did love them, even took a few to go.”
Huh. Well, at least Felix didn’t shoo you away, but it still didn’t assuage his worries. He’d just have to hope that he would see you at the club again. This time, he wouldn’t let you get away without an exchange of contact information.
Chan was ready to back off until he noticed the younger’s mouth twisting into a feline grin.
“At least one of us gave her something to remember this place by.”
Never mind. The anger came back in full force.
“You fucking—!”
He made a grab for Felix, but he slipped out from underneath him and ran out into the hallway. Not caring that he was still in his birthday suit, he chased him until he was cornered. The older man was ready to maim, slowly approaching until the other held his hands up in surrender.
“Wait wait wait, Chris! Before you murder me, I’ve got something for you.”
Chan was about ready to lunge when Felix spoke up. Shooting a look that emitted ‘you’ve got one chance’, he paused as he watched the other reach into the pocket of his pajama pants. He slipped something white and thin out before holding it towards him. Taking it with a scowl, the dark-haired man read over the writing on what he realized was a napkin. Each letter and number made his face mold into one of pure shock.
For it was your name and number written down, complete with a cute heart at the end.
“This is…”
Felix held his hands out to the side, looking a lot more smug now. “You’re welcome, mate. Pretty sure my baking changed her mind, but who knows? You might’ve put in some work last night, too.”
Chan shook his head, smiling a little bit now.
“Dickhead. Thanks for this.”
His roommate nodded before folding his arms and raising his brows. “Now can I please get back to my game?”
The brunette waved his hand as he began turning around, still gazing at your neat handwriting.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go on, I’ve gotta go shower anyways.”
“Yeah, go do that, bro—”
Felix began walking past his enamored friend. “You smell like sweat and smegma.”
Chan didn’t miss the opportunity to smack him on the back of the head, smirking at the cry of pain he let out. He headed off to the bathroom, checking to make sure the counter was dry before setting the napkin down.
He still couldn’t believe it; you actually left your number!
Just when he thought he’d have to rely on a chance encounter, Felix came through with a beacon of hope. Maybe he’d treat the little shit to dinner tonight; he had been airing his grievances on how it’s been ages since they’ve had Thai food. But first, Chan had something very important to do after his shower.
He had to update his contacts and try his best not to text you too soon.
©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.
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Names in Last Legacy and their meanings
I made a post like this a while back but didn't go into too much detail and only did the names of the main 3 plus Rime, Lucan and Elowen.
So here's a more in depth look plus more characters.
Sage - Latin for "wise" or "healthy" or English for the sage plant.
Lesath - 1. Greek meaning "foggy." 2. The name comes from the Arabic las’a, meaning “pass (or bite) of a poisonous animal.” Also one of the stars in the Scorpio constellation.
Tulsi- Hindu meaning "basil"
Ain - Arabic meaning "eye" or Estonian for "Yahweh is gracious." Also one of the major stars in the Taurus constellation.
Anisa - Arabic for "pleasant companion" or a possible play on the star anise plant.
Anka - Hebrew meaning "grace" or "favor." Ankaa is also a star in the Phoenix constellation.
Felix - Latin for "happy" or "lucky."
Iskandar - Arabic variant of the name Alexander.
Escellun - Son of Escell.
Elowen - Cornish for "elm tree"
Lucan - Italian for "light" or the Irish variant of the name Luke
de Bhaldraithe - An Irish surname
Rime - English meaning ice or frost. Or Old English for a poet or minstrel.
Solano - Spanish & Aragonese for "place exposed to the sun."
Varela - Galician meaning "belonging to the sea."
Saaros - (Saros) Greek meaning "sweep" or The Saros Cycle - A period in which eclipses repeat themselves.
Azimuth - (noun) 1. the direction of a celestial object from the observer, expressed as the angular distance from the north or south point of the horizon to the point at which a vertical circle passing through the object intersects the horizon. 2. The horizontal angle or direction of a compass bearing.
Orion - Greek meaning “rising in the sky” and “dawning.” Also "The Hunter" star constellation.
Vega - 1. Spanish meaning "dweller in the meadow" or "one who lives on the plain." 2. The name is a loose transliteration of the Arabic wāqi‘ (“falling” or “landing”), from the phrase an-nasr al-wāqi‘, meaning “the falling eagle.” Also a star in the Lyra constellation.
Florian - German form of the Roman/Latin word for "flower" or "blossoming."
Valerian - Latin meaning "strong" or "healthy." Also a type of plant.
Anguis - Latin meaning "dragon" as in the Hydra constellation.
Scylla - Greek meaning "tear", "rip", "smash to pieces." A sea monster in Greek mythology.
Escella - daughter of Escell
Balsam - German occupational name for a seller of spices and perfumes or Latin balsamum 'balsam aromatic resin'
Celena - Greek meaning “the moon.”
Escell - no name meaning found
Mirun - Greek meaning "myrrh"
Ayanna - Swahili origin meaning "beautiful flower."
That's all the characters from the actual VN, but below I wanted to include my two LL MCs as well. Just for fun.
Aura - Latin for "wind" or aura as in spiritual energy.
Gallagher - Irish/Gaelic meaning "foreign helper."
Ris - Bosnian word for the Lynx cat.
Alcyone - Greek meaning "kingfisher" (a type of bird), and the name of the brightest star of the Pleiades in the constellation Taurus.
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lines are done!!! :D
anyways thots:
i gave ellie an institute jacket (bioscience bitches B) but also the standard doctor wear for drs amongst the country, id imagine she'd be very well trained and i figure the institute would be a good idea??
nyoka i gave a gatling laser bc pew pew but also i went with a blend of the railroad heavy armor and the ranger armor from fnv, trying to bridge the distance between monarch/terra 2s differences, nyoka is from the west coast (best coast)
Parvati i stuck to simple: she's a vault dweller! I couldnt decide between 101 or 81 (im leaning towards 81), but the idea was to kind of make her the inexperienced vault dweller-ready to see the world! (i aint drawing that pip boy tho)
Felix i started drawing him in a jumpsuit, but then remembered in his og design he has a jacket, so i tied it around his waist and gave him more of a casual look (also: enough baseball memorabilia to give moe cronin a run for his money-which he does. bc its called fucking baseball dammit)
Lastly max was the one i did first, and the one that kinda started the whole thing. Went for priest garb, mostly inspired by the fo4 vestments. the braid is just more garb, as is the waist belt. i also gave him actual boots bc chelsea boots are fashionable, but not great for wasteland wandering maximillian!!!!
#tow#wip#fallout#i didnt draw sam bc i wasnt sure what sam would be!!#if i have to draw a sentry bot i will riot#also: guns are traced idc#just a heads up
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Decided to post for the 12th of October day. A little drabble of the Ll with MC in the frightful month.
Felix Iskander Escellun
Gentle boy is stoked for a month of disasters waiting to unfold. Magic spells to test on Sage.
Custom costumes you help him make on the whim to wear throughout the spooky holiday (gnome, wizard, vampire *again*, skeleton, shapeshifter, or reaper) so many choices to ruin him in by scaring him senseless for every day on the calendar.
Participating in a wine game you two created by saying a Halloween festive word (neither can repeat words you or the other have said already. If so, take a sip. The winner is the least drunk or the one who hasn't taken the last sip of wine from the bottle. *hint* it gets heated to the point your both yelling at each other slurring your words. "I said caramel popcorn a minute ago. You-you rough rider of cheating thespian's!!", he snarls at you wiggling a finger. Furrowed brows you smack his hand, " My poor sir, you're the one who stole my word first. I...MC was the one to spit it out first you pumpkin headed looney!!" *hic* stumbles over each other to fall together in a fit of giggles. (Anisa in the background. "You two had enough for the night."😅)
Decorating the manor and halls with Felix's taxidermy creations he spent his valuable time on. He feels accomplished more so than taking a nap 20 minutes ago in your lap. Send rapid fire on praises till he passes out from your sly smile. Breath down his neck to spook him and to see his pout. Give his taxidermy names or nicknames for fun. He's never felt more appreciated than right now for his creations.
Tell him he looks ravishing. Don't be shy. He lives to hear your sweet words. Kiss his rosy cheeks after hugging him from behind to show off your costume. Twirl for him. Admires you respectively.
Care for a treat. Has pockets full of peppermint sticks with caramel lollipops to hand out on a whim you had a sweet tooth. Feeds you and pinched your cheeks. Sometimes will lick his lips to make you wobble on your knees. Giggles...he truly is a nuisance in his own hollow way.
Grabs your hand to go to his homemade fort he made for the two of you to read for a restful night of mischief in fantasy land. He listens to your voice on repeat. Sometimes creates shadows with his hands to roleplay a scene for your eyes only. Very invested on nailing his characters by adding dramatic effects. For extra scenes you tell him to save the special scenes for when the two of you are alone. His face is stuck in a red hue for the rest of his waking days.
Anisa Anka
Gives out candy to any kids who visit her at the marketplace she volunteers for the monthly festival of Pumpkin season.
Loves to carve silly faces in the pumpkins or apples she finds to decorate for the month. You two actively engage on one-to-one fake duals to put on a show for Porriman dwellers for entertainment purposes. The crowd finds it out of this world. Cheers and claps can be heard from every direction. The two of you are pleased but sweaty to the point you want to pass out right then and there.
Her costume (Alien, Minnie Mouse *her favorite*, Jack frost, dragon tamer, mother nature, and cowgirl) Please tell her her legs and thighs are lovely beyond words. Bow down to her. Please do. She is so charming in the seasonal colors.
Massage her shoulders while she drinks her pumpkin spice latte you made for her to warm up. Watch her shoulders relax and a sigh escapes her. Tell her to wear booties you bought her to shuffle around in on her days off. Sit her by the fire and hold her till she falls asleep.
Making candy apples with her. Some of the caramel and melted candy are burnt but the apple is crispy. Add whatever additional sweets like candy corn, chocolate, peanuts, fudge or strawberry syrup you wish to add to fill your stomach with.
Telling you cursed stories she's heard from her "fellow" knights that ends up looking her for the rest of the day. PARANOID. She is on high alert for any criminals or drunks though you try to grab her attention to let her enjoy herself for once. "Crime never ceases, Mc. Don't forget that I made a vow to stand up to protect you myself," a timid smile presents itself on her round face. "Neither does JUSTICE!," hands entwined a laugh escapes the two of you as you venture toward a new adventure.
Classic till the end. She will want to conquer her fear of clowns. At the end, trials and error, she just pulls you closer into her chest at night with a candle in her hand. Bed sheets clutched around the two of you in matching nightgowns. You worry at her wide-eyed stare at the dresser in front of you, until she falls asleep with her eyebrows raised.
Sage Lesath
This man is unhinged for the entire month. Keeps his tail away from Stella and Urchins roaming below his thick ankles. Admires pranks. Despises Halloween pranks or Felix's experiments that target him during the cold season.
He has you tied to his hips at all times. Searches for wanted criminals for bigger bounties. Secretly saving up to buy you two accessories for your homemade outfits. (Would dress as a nymph, mafia boss, banshee, werewolf, samurai, or lizard man). At one point he accidentally kept tearing the fabric of his costume. You just fix it throughout the day. Grateful for your patience with his messy self. You assure him his claws are the minimum concern and that you just want him to enjoy being apart of the experience.
Mazes are a BIG no! Him and tulsi tried it when they were younger. He immediately lost her. Then again, his sense of smell was not trained to pinpoint a person and rather for food. You wave off his frowning face. Drag him to an cartoon artist. Eases his worries and struggles to sit still for a while. You have to legit sit on his lap for him to focus on his attention on you. The artist draws you two with funny expressions. More saliva coating down sage's chin staring at you with googlely eyes. You two laugh for a couple hours showing off your new favorite picture.
Has zero tolerance for magic unless it double-backs on Rime and felix. He recently asked those two to keep him out of any "malarkey" the two create for this month. Felix and rime tie "magical" balloons to sage's tail to wake him up stuck to the ceiling. (Cue meme: Are those Helium Ballons?...Yes) He curses the silly boys laughing their butts off on the slime-stained carpet. You and anisa sip your tea with your legs crossed marveling at the trio before you.
*gasp* karaoke!! At any bar you two visit that sage isn't banned from...you dance clumsily upon the drunk patrons. Will dip you occasionally to lift you up by the thighs and spin you till you puke. Sorry not sorry. He will definitely have sour candy in his pockets to snack on when you take a break to clear your throat. Kisses your forehead and leaves you to ponder on his swaying tail wrapped around your waist. Grab his collar and smooch his neck. He spits his drink out. Mission accomplished.
Throw pumpkins to see your strength endurance. You make a game of it. Who can throw the farthest? Later, you and he bake the seeds to share with the others. And if there are leftover intact pumpkins you bake a pumpkin pie. Yum!
Can and should give out candy to urchins that knock on the door of Fanthom. Spook them a little. Compliments every single one's costume or respects those who did not wear a costume. Sometimes doesn't notice the same kids coming to the door. They switched costumes with each other to fool the cat man who gives out a handful of candy. Luckily, sage and anisa bought three bags of candy earlier the week before. Hug him forever and thank him for his existence.
Rime Solano Varela
He should be the definition of terrifying with his lack of empathy and psychopathic tendecies. He's slowly working on it with you. Anyways you made him a costume. (I can imagine him as a ninja, plague doctor, assassin, spy, shinigami, or wendigo). Compliments you to the extent he can see the pomegranate tint coating your entire face. He haunted his threats and killing you for now. Just in case, anisa and felix confiscated his knives for the coming holiday. Shrugs his shoulders in irritation," Excessive but fair."
Absolutely! Plays! Pranks! No one is safe. Ask you to help him for the sake of getting sage and the others. Mostly sage. You probably don't witness the glimpses he takes in your direction when you look away from him. A smile escapes him from time to time. He contemplates your relationship to the point in time (wherever you're at in the frenemies era). Sociable to you little by little about felix mainly. Maybe you or himself one day.
Scares crows or black cats off. He's not superstitious. He just doesn't want the mess in his personal area or surroundings of mischief. Twirls a pocket knife. (MC sweats in background)"Relax. If I wanted another corpse hanging over Fanthom, you are the last decorative ornamental I want to show to the world," his smirk makes you slap his butt and run up ahead of him in a huff. Shock for a second. Then chases you into the forest to pin you down. *cough* thats all I'll tell you.
Sets up Fanthom tower like a haunted house to obnoxiously scare people for his amusement. *hint* Do Not ask him were he got the"fake" blood from. Intentionally has skulls along with felix taxidermy to hang on the stone walls or ceilings. Scented cinnamon candles are a must. Oops, a hand in the winery. Not really, it's a ice hand he carved to expand his devilish inquiries.
Has a couple spells to mess with you. For example, one day you decide to cross boundaries and touch his cold hand. As soon as you grab his hand you feel bolts of electricity shock your core. Ouch!! He loses it at your attempt to punch him in the chest. Later, you get him back.
Drinks warm apple cider with a cinnamon stick clinking glasses with you. Dresses with a thick black wool crop top. And Burgundy pants with chains dropping on the side. A pink shawl is tied around his waist to cover his swishing tail. Works on training to keep up his abs. Will never give that up. His words, specifically. You can't blame him. A little jealous of his work effort and diet schedule.He still eats caramel and chocolate candy.
Without knowing you two fall asleep on the couch waiting for Felix to make lemon tea. With the rain padding the windowsill outside and the romance novels, you read lull you two to sleep. When felix returns with a tray of tea and snacks he sees you drooling on rime's shoulder. And him nuzzling into your ruffled hair. After you two wake up you're both in denial. He continues his work with a furrowed brow and you as well. Felix shakes his head. Although, the deer's white speckled face burns brilliant in the fall season for his outlook on life is surely changing for the better.
#fictif#last legacy#gender neutral reader#felix iskandar escellun#rime solano varela#anisa anka#sage lesath#october 12#halloween
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Dweller AU | Dolores’s escape
Dolores’s steps echoed far too loudly in her own ears as she ransacked the kitchen for food supplies, her heart in her mouth but she kept her focus to what she was taking but keeping a ear out for any of the doors.
All the occupants were asleep, she could hear their heartbeats and steady breath so she was sure she wasn’t at risk at being found out but the fear of being caught was daunting.
Empanada. Aprea. Herbs. She had already gone through some of the raw fruit and vegs for any seeds that they’d have and packed them. She also dug out of of Tia Julieta’s old pans and snuck back to her room.
Once there, Dolores breathed easier as she set her stolen goods onto the carpet next to the rest of her things. She packed the goods tightly into little packages, adding them to her bags. Dolores hadn’t been able to pack all her clothes. No, she had packed a few changes of clothes but prioritised the space for other supplies. One by one, the floor was cleared. Dolores grabbed her photos of her family, guilt tightening in her chest as her fingers touched over her parent’s wedding photo, tracing their faces because… it would be a long time until she could see them face-to-face.
With the last strap over her sleeping bag, Dolores slung the heavy weight over her back and pulled out her note, making sure everything in her room was orderly; bed was maid, the curtains were open with a window ajar and the scene was clearly set. Placing the note onto her desk, she left without a backwards look, in the corner of her eye she barely noted the light of her door fade away with each step.
Casita’s titles shuddered a pattern, showing her the way out the doors in the dim light; but the second part of her plan was waiting ready so the 15 year old hurried down, wincing as she almost dropped her bags but Casita opened her doors and Dolores felt relief to see Mariano standing out there with a donkey, looking a little confused but he relaxed seeing her.
“Dolores.” He greeted, somewhat awkwardly though he seemed to frown at the sight of her bags. “Is this why you asked me to get a donkey? You’re running away?” He realised quickly but Dolores reached for him desperately, her heart thudding in her chest and she could see the genuine concern in his voice; how his heart beat quickened or how his eyes darted to the trees with fear; he clearly didn’t want her out in the woods alone.
“Not by choice!” She whispered, her hand gripping his forearm “I don’t want to leave… but I have to!”
Mariano glanced to her grip. “Why?”
“It’s not safe!” She bit her lip. Telling him was risky, but Mariano was kind; he could keep a secret for certain. “There’s people in Encanto that mean my family harm.”
Mariano blanched, “What?”
“I’m a target, just like my Prima Mirabel.” She swallowed thickly, “I plan to hide with her and my Tio Bruno… it’s safe and no one will find us… but I need you to keep this quiet. Please, I beg you!”
Marino’s face became more and more unreadable as she spoke, her hands shaking as she gripped her bags. “The Donkey?” he finally asked, uncertainly.
“I told my parents I ran away with a boy.” Dolores blushed, “A woman doesn’t leave Encanto without a ride.”
The confusion melted away. “You need evidence.”
“I need them to believe it.”
Mariano looked at her bags then to the donkey before he reached forwards and plucked her bags up.
“How far do you have to go?” he said, fixing it onto the Donkey’s saddle
“Straight down.”
“Straight—?” Mariano paused, “what?”
“Hidden passages.” Dolores didn’t say any more. No, she didn’t want him to slip up tomorrow if he’d get asked. He was only 16 after all, not to mention she had heard his mother talk about having him spend more time with her prima Isabela so letting him know where was asking for trouble; her parents were scary when they wanted to be.
“Are… are you going to be okay…there?”
“There’s fourteen other people moved down there with my tio and prima so, I won’t be alone.”
Dolores missed the look of shock that crossed his features as she stroked the donkey’s main, pulling the rope to start guiding her towards the side of Casita.
“Dolores, what danger is here t force so many people away?” Mariano whispered, his heart thudding against her ear drums.
“Downtown groups. They wanted to kill Tio Bruno for his gift, Mirabel for her lack thereof and they want to use me to find them. Other people down there because they’ve found the groups out for one thing or another, some that risks exposing the gang.”
Mariano glanced back for a moment towards the houses but after a moment, his frown disappeared, stepping back. “Can you wait here for a bit?”
“Why?”
“Trust me?”
Dolores nodded wordlessly but Mariano turned and jogged off towards his house, leaving Dolores to stare at his direction fore she tugged the donkey out of the light.
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Dolores waited but her entity only rose as she tracked Mariano’s movements, hearing the sound of another donkey, bags and fabric...even the quick scribbling of a pencil and soon enough, he was hurrying towards her with a packed donkey and looking very….motivated.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait, what?”
“Well, if you’re running away with a boy…he’s got to disappear too, right?”
Dolores felt her mind and face go blank in shock; that he was suddenly willing to drop everything and run on the basis of her claims; that he’d want to leave so suddenly. But, yet it made sense to what she knew of him.
“You have your life here..” She argued, fairly weakly as she felt the tears prickle at her eyes. “Your mother…your Abuela?”
“They’ll live. I have siblings but… if you’ve told me enough, I can be just as much as a target. Now, let’s get going before we’re stopped...”
Finding the tunnel opening wasn’t easy as they weren’t taking a direct route down through Castia’s floor, but a tunnel that opened up into the ground about 500 yards form the back of Casita was a good indicator they were heading in the right direction as they descended down into the ground before the tunnel sealed up behind them.
Darkness was their company and Dolores felt too overwhelmed to talk but she could hear where they were going to direct them through until she saw lanterns waiting for them at the end.
At the end, the short figure of hooded Tio Bruno stood beside a 9 year old Mirabel who was bouncing with excitement., shaking the lantern happily with a huge wave.
“Dolores!” The girl’s voice echoed in the cavern but Dolores couldn’t help herself but drop the donkey’s leash and rush forwards the two, pulling the girl into her arms and before she knew it began to cry.
#dweller au#dweller dolores#dweller dolores au#dolores madrigal#dweller bruno#dweller mirabel#mirabel madrigal#bruno madrigal#bruno au#encanto#encanto au#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#mariano guzman#drabble
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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY
based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …
1890 – in Germany, Dr. Erwin Gohrbandt studied medicine at the Military Medical Academy and graduated in 1917 then worked at the Charité Universitätsmediz inBerlin. He did the initial operations on the first two transsexuals in modern surgery.
In Berlin in 1931, Dora R, born as Rudolph R, became the first known transgender woman to undergo vaginoplasty. According to Dr. Felix Abraham, a psychiatrist working at the Institute for Sexual Science where Dora was employed as a domestic servant, her first step to feminization was made by means of castration in 1922. In 1931 a penis amputation was done, then a highly experimental vaginoplasty was performed by Dr. Erwin Gohrbandt who later became a decorated surgeon-general in the Luftwaffe.
1984 – Brian Joubert is a French figure skater. He is the 2007 World Champion, a three-time European champion (2004, 2007 & 2009), a six-time French National champion, and the 2006 Grand Prix champion.
Joubert was born in Poitiers, France to Jean-Michel and Raymonde Joubert. He suffered a life-threatening illness at the age of 11 months, which led to the removal of one kidney. Because of this illness, Joubert chose figure skating over more violent sports that he favored. He began skating at the age of four with his two older sisters. The siblings started out with Ice dancing, but Joubert became fascinated with the jumping aspect of singles skating and switched disciplines.
Joubert has been considered somewhat of a heartthrob in his native country, France. This reputation has been contributed to by Joubert's short relationship with former Miss France, Lætitia Bléger. He later brought a lawsuit against Bléger for 40,000 Euros for insinuating that he was homosexual and that their relationship was arranged to hide this. Bléger and two magazines that published her allegations were ordered by a French court to pay a total of 17,000 Euros, and to publish the court ruling in one of the two magazines.
1958 – The New York chapter of Daughters Of Bilitis is formed by a group of Lesbians which includes the late Barbara Gittings. For a time, Daughters of Bilitis and The Mattachine Society joined together in "Common Cause". Some women even wrote for Mattachine's ONE Magazine.
As the women's movement began to grow in the U.S., it became apparent that the men of Mattachine showed little desire to champion women's issues. At the same time, the women's movement was not particularly welcoming. The National Organization for Women (N.O.W.) was afraid that Lesbian involvement would only bring further hostility from the media and a male dominated world. They called Lesbians "the lavender menace" and sought to eject them from the movement.
With such choices, the direction of the Daughters of Bilitis was split. Some members favored focusing their energies on Gay rights, while others favored women's issues. Just before the 1970 National Conference of D.O.B., the publishing group for The Ladder was secretly moved to another location and devoted itself to feminist issues instead of Gay issues. The group never really recovered after this, and in time the individual chapters began to die out.
1966 – An Alabama appellate court says that a sodomy case reminded them of "the savage horror practiced by the dwellers of ancient Sodom from which this crime was nominally derived."
1996 – Saudi Arabia: Twenty-four Filipino workers receive the first 50 lashes of their 200-lash sentence for alleged "homosexual behavior." Despite protests from Amnesty International, the government goes ahead with the sentence and later deports the workers.
2011 – The military’s Don't Ask Don't Tell policy is officially repealed. It had been in effect since 1993.
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Public Knowledge:
The pure amount of Championships that Felix has taken in the modern day- Six and counting, with Unova twice in a row. He may not hold them indefinitely, however; probably only ‘keeps’ one at a time, if needed to participate in League business and competitions.
How friendly he is in general. Even in Hisui where he can be a bit snappy and grumpy the more the game progresses, people at least know that he will help, and has a knack for it, whether physical or emotional.
General gay comments, although specifics aren’t known. Someone sharp may infer a crush in person.
Him winning confrontations with the Evil Teams/Villains. Generally speaking, however, he does not talk about specifics, what really happened, or even ill opinions.
Volo is an exception- It entirely depends on Laventon whether the knowledge is public, although Felix’s choice is to keep things hush-hush, as he does not trust Jubilife of the Galaxy Team.
He may ask Laventon to keep things a secret, but would defend Volo if not.
His pikachu has been with him since childhood. Professor Oak has footage from the Pokémon Sanctuary in Viridian Forest, as well as some field footage from the Mintale area.
That he has gone from very Quiet, to very silly and sassy. Tends to swear loudly when alone, but will mince them around kids. Uses real-world swears which are the equivalent of Polytheistic and Nonspecific- ‘God’ instead of Arceus/Dialga/Mew etc.
Post Transition, he gains a lot of muscle and wears much less clothes; from sweaters and sweatpants, to T-shirts and short shorts. Not a picky eater post T.
He speaks English (Unovan) with a Burqueños accent, which is a Spanish (Paldean) accent present in Las Vegas (Orre) and officially known as the accent of new mexico, but is proficient enough in Japanese to at least communicate on a Kindergarten level (and understands Japanese accents, because he kinda has one of his own). Mild study is done in other regions.
He is also fairly well proficient in talking to pokémon! As well as reasonably possible, due to spending a good part of his childhood in Mintale, where Professor Oak gave him a Pokéhelper. The machine has since broken, but Felix has been outgrown the need for it after 5 years of practice. He can easily understand species of Pokémon native to Mintale.
Not overtly known to him, but he’s descended from the Fae Clan, whom are semi-nomadic mountain-dwellers. They’re the founders of the basics of Pokémon breeding and Daycares, finding pokémon’s ideal living situations and health in captivity, enough for breeding.
May also be the origin of some ‘easter’ like traditions, as pokémon will hide eggs in furniture when kept inside.
Private Knowledge:
On an Out scale, That he is transgender, unless one recognizes his face distinctly (which still thinned out sharply by a ton), or is involved in his domestic life. Could be inferred if one keeps tabs on the league closely.
His Immortality- He doesn’t discuss it freely, and even attempts not to form close relationships because of it; it usually takes an injury to bring it up, unless one is pushy about why he’s so distant.
His age is in the records, but those none the wiser mistake him for a child. (Even someone who knows beforehand may find it hard to believe. Case by Case basis.)
Wants (to carry) at least one child, which is the basic criteria for not only how maturely he deals with people (childcare skills), but some of what he Looks for actively in a relationship (regardless of the partner actually wants a child or not; just that they can handle kids decently.).
Has had PTSD in the past, but the symptoms have disappeared due to magic mushroom usage at age 30. The exact pokémon involved varies; A shiny parasect (Hisui), shiny shiinotic (Galar), or Arven’s Toadscruel.
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Felix my boy Felix. 20 years old, brought up in the safest Vault in a privileged family, "Overseer-to-be", prodigy with 9 INT...
A courageous, confident and empathetic he volunteered to go on a mission.
Well, the mission didn't end well for him. To save the Vault twice, he sacrificed his own future. But duty is duty?
Honestly, I can talk about fallout 1 for hours.
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rectifying Felix being Canadian and Gordon being mostly centralized in Massachusetts by headcannoning that Gordon moved away from his family home in Canada ALL the way to the US for college … Felix is a basement-dweller of his parent’s house all the way WOO!!! until their parents die ofc
#nebu.txt#freeman’s mind#felix’s mind#trying in vain to make it all connect HDKFH…#I love their dichotomy.. they are losers in their own unique beautiful ways#Eddie being a college friend fits well I feel .. if they were roommates the chaos that would’ve been brought forth
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I write a lot of AUs, not all I can list here but i'm curious to know which is your favorite AU to read.
Bonus if you drop in my ask of why:
'My favorite AU is {insert AU} because: [insert reason]'
I won't reply (unless you want me to; please specify), but I'll publish it publically for my blog :)
Other AUs
Distort AU | Camilo centric
Tek AU | Felix centric
Architect AU | multiverse god centric
Watcher AU | multiverse madrigals
Other | if you read an AU name in passing
#🃯 < | ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘᶰ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉᶰ ( ooc )#encanto#encanto au#julieta madrigal#agustin madrigal#agustín madrigal#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#antonio madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#bruno madrigal#alma madrigal#pedro madrigal
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