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milkiane · 3 years

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lost time

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: mentions of food, awkward mare lol

word count: 1834

note: because colin is alive and well, watching marvel movies with you and reggie <3

a soft graze upon your forehead caused you to stir a bit from the slumber you were in. eyes blurred and mind still disoriented, you let out a puzzled hum.

colin sighed, his hopes of not waking you up went down low as you rubbed the somnolence away with your hand.

“go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered, caressing your hair.

“work?” you mumbled, forcing back a yawn.

colin hummed, making you frown. as much as you loved seeing your husband at the peak of his career, all of his hard work finally paying off- making him one of the infamous detectives in pennsylvania, it didn’t mean you never longed to have his presence around more.

“can’t you have a day off? just f’today?” you asked, words slurring with sleep, “reggie and i missed you, colin.”

colin’s heart sank. he knew he was spending too much time at work again, only seeing you and his son whenever he comes home late from work, reggie asleep in his bed and you passed out on the living room from waiting up for him, or in the early morning before he goes to work.

“i’ll see what i can do, alright? mare and i have had plenty of information now and we’re so close to solving this case,” colin said, he paused for a bit to think, “but hey, i promise i’ll be home early today for some dinner date with you and reggie, maybe watch some movies if we have some time, is that fine?”

you mustered up a small smile, “sounds perfect, detective,” you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “now go to work, we’ll see you later.”

with one last kiss on the forehead, colin brought the blankets up to your shoulders and left the room, going into the next one to take a peek at his son.

“mumma, where’s dad?” reggie, your three-year-old son, asked for the umpteenth time. dinner was ready; table mats and plates arranged, the cooked food you spent hours upon making served in your delicate chinawares, and chosen movies fiddled in the hands of your son.

before you could even answer him, the front door jingled, alongside the voice of your husband. you grinned at reggie and exclaimed, “oh- hey, see, daddy’s home!”

you turned back around to make sure everything was in order as your son waddled across the room and into the arms of his father, “hi there, li’l buddy!”

although when you pivoted around, the sudden arrival of another guest surprised you to the limit. mare sheehan, colin’s partner, was standing beside him, taking in the sight of your humble abode.

“oh,”

colin turned his gaze away from his son and to you. usually, the sight of you in his clothes, dinner ready, and soft music playing would have made him more laid back than he was at work, but seeing your hurt expression, dinner ready, and his son still awake, he knew he messed up.

he carefully placed his son back down, letting him shuffle back towards you, “y/n, i- work just caught up, and chief- chief said we have to- and we needed to talk- talk about the case, and i forg-”

pushing aside his stuttering excuse, you forced out a smile and looked at mare, who was just standing there awkwardly, “mare, hey,”

“hey, y/n,” she sent you a tight-lipped smile.

you grabbed reggie and placed him up in his high chair, “c’mon, dinner.”

colin stepped forward and tried to make you look at him, “y/n, i-”

you looked at him with a blank face and replied sternly, “sit down and eat, zabel,”

dinner was awkward and tense, to say the least. colin and mare were exchanging information and questions about the case whilst you were glaring at your husband every once in a while, feeding your son amidst the clattering of utensils and chatter.

there was a moment where silence filled up the room, the discussion of the case long over.

“delicious dinner you made, y/n,” mare cleared her throat, trying to diminish the awkward silence.

“yeah, dinner’s amazing, sweetheart.” colin agreed, trying to get to your best side by complimenting your cooking skills. he wasn’t lying though, it did taste immaculate.

“thanks, mare,” you replied, looking up for a second to acknowledge her, and only giving colin a side-eye.

you were still upset.

“auntie mare, you have cool nerf guns at work?” reggie asked, shaping his mashed potato into a small mountain.

mare blinked, looking between your son and you, “uh, yeah.”

“that’s cool!” reggie’s eyes widened in stupefaction, “you catch bad people like dad, too, auntie?”

mare hummed, sipping on the half-empty beer in her hand.

he whispered a small wow, before talking once more, doing an excellent job of clearing the aura of the room, “like spiderman? spiderman catch bad people, too, auntie! like a superhero,”

“mommy doesn’t catch bad people but she’s my fav’rite superhero.” reggie bragged, beaming at you as you wiped the potato off the corner of his mouth.

as your look softened, you kissed the nose of your son, “thanks, baby. that’s very sweet of you,”

colin smiled, slightly feeling bad for spending less time with his family. he knew that the case they’re working on is important, but he vowed that family always goes first and disregarded that- resulting in you and reggie missing him and colin forgetting that he has a family that he goes back home to.

smiling once more, you stood up, “c’mon, now, say goodnight to auntie mare, alright? we’ll get ready for bed and i’ll read you your favorite bedtime story, ‘kay?”

“but you said we’ll watch spiderman with daddy tonight,” he pouted, arms crossing as he slouched back on his chair.

you sighed, “i know i did, reggie, but daddy has some work to do. he needs to talk about catching the bad guys with auntie mare.”

“okay…” he frowned, raising his arms so that you could get him out of his chair, “good night, auntie mare and daddy.” you nodded politely to mare as you prepared your son for bed.

once he and mare finished off their deliberation on the case, colin got ready for bed and walked into your shared bedroom. seeing you curled up on your side, and asleep, colin sighed.

he never liked sleeping when he knows that you’re both going to bed with a heavy heart. the both of you always fixed things through before heading to bed. ending the night with soft kisses and cuddles.

but that wasn’t the case this time, so he got in under the comforters and turned off the lamp, debating whether or not he should wrap his arm around you.

deciding against it, he kissed your forehead instead and turned to face the other side.

reggie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, it was still dark outside. you promised that the three of you will be spending time together to watch spiderman once his dad got home, but reggie was too avid.

rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his plushie and opened the door of his bedroom, slowly waddling his way to your bedroom, whispering to himself to be careful not to hit anything.

a careful shake on colin’s arm woke him up, he let out a confused groan before begrudgingly opening his eyes.

“reggie? what’cha doin’ up, buddy?” he croaked out, rubbing his face in disarray. his gaze fell onto the clock, 02:34 am.

reggie slowly climbed onto the bed and colin opened his arms to bring him in, “just missed you so much, dad,”

colin’s heart ached. he carefully brought his son in the middle of the bed and let him cuddle further into his hug.

“mommy and i watch superhero movies, but i miss when you copy them in silly voices,” reggie mumbled, slowly feeling the sleepiness take over once more.

“‘m sorry, reggie, i’ll make it up to you and mommy tomorrow, okay?” said colin, he kissed his forehead and rubbed soothing caresses on his head to lull him back to sleep.

the chirping of the birds and the blinding light of the sun seeping through the window served as your wake-up call.

slightly turning around in bed, you sighed as you didn’t see colin in bed anymore. you didn’t know what to expect, of course he’d go back to work.

when you fully turned, you were confused to see reggie sleeping peacefully beside you, arms securely wrapped around his spiderman plushie.

you were about to stand up and make some breakfast when the door suddenly opened. the sight you’re suddenly seeing made you double-take, making sure that you weren’t dreaming.

colin carefully kicked the door a little wider, trying to balance the tray in his hands. when he looked up, he saw that you’ve already woken up, a dazed look on your face.

he smiled, “hey, you’re up. just in time for some breakfast in bed,”

“i thought you were at work,” you sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“made some calls with the chief a while ago, gave me the rest of the week off,” he said, he lowered the food tray on the bedside table and made his way towards reggie.

“reggie?” colin whispered, shaking the little boy a bit to wake him up, “reggie, wake up, buddy,”

he stirred a bit, whining at the sudden disturbance of his sleep.

“reggie, wakey-wakey,” he cooed, running a hand through his son’s hair, “hey, look. i made breakfast, we can watch a movie while eating like i promised, remember?”

“daddy?” he whispered, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up.

“yeah, c’mon, sit up,” colin raised him slowly, resting him beside your arms, “there we go, now…”

“for breakfast,” he grinned, grabbing the tray and placing it on your lap. he grabbed reggie’s sippy cup, containing his favorite hot chocolate.

“choc’late?” reggie beamed, placing a hold on the bottle to warm his hands up.

“yeah! now, scootch over, we’ll eat together.”

glancing over your husband, a ghost of a smile appeared on your lips. you watched as your two favorite boys interacted, making up for lost time.

as reggie munched on his pancakes, a marvel movie playing on the television, colin sipped on his coffee and turned to look at you.

feeling the weight of his stare, you shifted your gaze away from the movie and stared right back, “what is it?”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, “it’s just- i’m sorry, y/n. i know i haven’t been around much, spending too much time at work and little time with you guys. i just wanted to make it up to both of you.”

you smiled softly, placing your cup down, and leaned a bit to kiss his cheek, “s’alright, colin. you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

grinning widely, the both of you turned your attention back to your son who’s babbling about how pepper potts and tony stark are like his parents.

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imagineurfavs · 3 years

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Nu’est - Baekho A-Z

“I knowww you’re in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking fr”

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A - Aftercare

Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so it’ll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But he’ll probably run a bath or shower for you

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself he likes his arms, they’re big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when he’s on top of you...oof...nice.

C - Cum

Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if that’s not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. He’ll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd

E - Experience

It’s a tricky one lmao. I feel like he’s just got a natural way with people lol, he’s a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesn’t strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, I’d say he’s got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, he’s done it a lot, rather than he’s done a lot of different stuff...yknow??

F - Favourite Position

Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He’s not like, immaculately clean shaven, but he’s not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Almost every day, if not every day lol. It’s something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, he’ll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he’s dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere where y’all can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesn’t wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry lads

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:

1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)

2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.

3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I feel like literally the only thing he’s unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. He’s really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up y’alls dynamic. It’s something he cant even bear thinking about.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.

When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

I mean, he’s a healthy guy lol, he’s gonna have super good stamina. I feel like there’d be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself, but that’s not to say he’s not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a fan, he just doesn’t understand it lol. He’s not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. He’d much rather just get to the main event lmao

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which he’s honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, he’ll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, he’s also not a sub either. BUT, he get’s so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when you’re the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. It’s literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and he’s got some nice girth lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

I feel like it’s either one extreme or the other lol. It’s either he can’t keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or he’s just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...there’s no way of knowing sksks

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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Hey Caro ☺️ I just took your super m quiz - thanks for making such a fun quiz, I feel like it helped me get into super m! I know nothing about them yet but I thought it fit soo well that I got Kai bc I’m a full time dancer - now you have me super curious about him 👀👀

KAI :: INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST (dance focus)

so you wanna know about the god of k-pop choreo? oh yeah, i’ll talk to you about fucking kai! if you dance, this guy is the #1 must-know. once you see him move, there’s no going back. i don’t exaggerate: kai is the gold standard. brace yourselves, i’ll show you why.

kim kai aka kim jongin (27) is a solo artist and super m’s plus exo’s main dancer — est 2019 and 2012 respectively — heading either group with a passionate, hyper-physical style that roots in his early practice of of jazz dance and ballet. the influence definitely shows.

learning choreography, he’s become the gorgeous fusion of emotional grace and explosive power that unites both tension and extreme accuracy. while at the same time: never sacrificing his interpretation. and HOW MUCH HE BLEEDS FOR HIS CRAFT. he enjoys it so much.

and he’s communicating it 100%, jongin’s dance is so interactive and raw, luring. i swear to god, put the seatbelts on for this one. it’s never just him, it’s you as well. you’ve never seen this before. he’s like “yes, i meant you, i’m looking at you”:

he’s even gonna modify the choreography to point right at you to underline that very thought. he’s so good, he can learn it, ace it, epitomize it, and do his own thing anyway. even the person in the last row will get whatever point kai wants to make. this is dance that belongs on the biggest stages.

even when he films without a crowd, it’s like you’re literally standing opposite to him. he focuses on two people: his moves, and the viewer. he has it look like you made him smile and self-aware, or you made him determined. INCREDIBLE. he shows his charisma, BUT he also shows your own (!) impact on him. it’s a duet. he wants you to join him on the dancefloor. this is from exo’s call me baby mv where kai does his famous come-hither:

he flirts and he encourages. he values the audience and wants them to be confident as well. i think it’s the reason why he’s so outstanding and addictive, kai thinks beyond himself. it’s a tango he involves you in with his eyes and how he opens his body, interprets a lyric.

it’s not about imposing himself going one way. instead: he plays the back and forth ALL. THE. TIME. in any context. whether it be frivolous, or fun, or gloomy, or sweet. even with a simple little smiley wink it’s happening. and he acts like you had a reaction to it. there’s literally just a camera.

this guy’s physique, strength, elegance, feeling for the beat, character portrayal (!), and control is unbelievable. he’s destroyed it in every fancam out there. he can’t switch it off even if he tried. your eyes would go toward him in the largest group formation still. put him in the center, that’s his spot, he showcases it.

because he doesn’t just show learned moves, he makes it radiate something dynamic and animalistic (he embodies superm’s ‘tiger inside’ all the way).

jongin’s dance says: i love this, you love this, let’s do this, the feeling is right. he makes bodies and unrestrained touch the opposite of wrong, he pronounces it a source of having fun and being instinctual. and he never breaks the tie with you throughout, and uses his shoulders and lips to put the oomph into it.

he uses innuendo and a ‘we both know’ sentiment perfectly as an invitation rather than just going through his routine. that’s how he can make each move fascinating. you can tell kai knows exactly how to make everyone scream their lungs out. i bet somebody held their breath just reading this post already.

exo’s most famous choreo is ‘monster’ (kai focus linked) with good reason: jongin can turn himself into nothing short of a roaring beast. it’s one sharp, complex move after the other. kai can bend any gravitational law he wants to show any feeling and pose he wants. a glimpse:

now, how to spot him in general if you’re new to him? here are some pointers. kai’s execution is clean, fast, and powerful. those are two decades (!) of experience showing. kai is an all or nothing dancer, he plays no games. he treats every group and solo stage like his best and last. his work ethic is beyond words. yeah, he’s a capricorn. his style is direct as can be, working every axis.

as you can see, jongin is hard to overlook anyway: he’s a 182cm giant made of steel. he strives to acutely visualize impact in his style and it is always successful. in fact, it’s his signature. it’s like he creates invisible objects and pushes through them. boom, he just burst another bubble.

when the song gets to his part, i guarantee you won’t miss him and all the boldness and expression he brings to enrich the performance. hell... he carries it. jongin can handle the center, i’m telling you. (look how fast he rotates here)

talking features — this is what to look for when he dances in a group setting: you can recognize kai’s face by how wide, bluntly structured and sensual it is. jongin is a sight. he has such an aura, serious, sultry, and smiling alike.

with a very recognizable silhouette (like... holy hell!):

he’s very cute as well ♡ the fandom and kai himself have an adorable analogy going on. jongin calls himself a teddy/nini bear and we joined in on it. (i made a thread about it here, it talks more about his offstage life) — hence kai’s fans are called eri-gom, eris as in exo’s fanbase and gom meaning bear.

and i mean. look at him. what an attractive guy. he’s that handsome. strong brows, teddy eyes, square jaw, swept hair, glorious lips, tan skin.

now yes, something important concerning his appearance and a serious topic: i don’t want to list you the endless instances of colorism that kai has to endure but it has to be mentioned. jongin has been called every name in the book and people agonize him over his skin incessantly. it goes on and on and on. every day a new terrible comment about him emerges because some pitiful person thought it was funny and would elevate them.

he’s had to deflect, ignore, reframe, defend, remotivate, assert, harden, prove, denounce, and push himself, protect his confidence, decline skin bleaching constantly, laugh along, dance and practice thrice as hard to get the respect, and still see his dignity torn to pieces all day. i’ll just give it to you straight, that’s all fucked up. kai’s skin is perfect, he’s amazing and wonderful.

in his own words:

— exactly right. say it even louder.

having him at the bottom of every joke is weird and messed up. this man is an utter beauty and nothing has to be fixed. it is up to him to define himself rather than get called ugly for his skin’s appearance by default, and get whitewashed at every opportunity. it’s been going on for 27 years, he scrunitizes himself all the time and doesn’t look at himself fondly because he hears these beatdowns daily.

it’s heartbreaking that this happens literally with no end in sight (’kai is just a stripper!’... ‘he has bad vibes’... ‘darkest guy jongin!’). for his skin, and how he decides to show it, too. jesus christ his skin looks fantastic, end of debate. they just can’t handle him, kai couldn’t be any more immaculate.

♡

jongin has vigorously protected fans from discrimination, bullies, and shaming himself whenever it came up. in a very straightforward and deadpan manner because he knows exactly how it damages you. (”J” in the subtitles = jongin, he’s wearing the plain white top at the very back)

we need to protect and praise him that way right back. it’s important.

so, needless to say. all in for jongin getting the center stage he deserves. because he has the wow factor in every regard. kai usually opens an MV because there’s no better way to get people’s attention with that level of presence. with kai, you can’t go wrong. if you get the center in a an all star group like superm, you are the king.

being part of that presence, kai’s stage alter ego has reached levels of infamity you can’t even imagine. it’s great to see him being sovereign without apology.

and it doesn’t stop there. he shows time and again that acting, props, and commanding the audience has to be mastered to be an exceptional dancer. kai owns his sex appeal. sometimes, he even dances a portion of choreo with his eyes closed because he’s feeling it so much.

he is a pro in using his surroundings as well, superm’s stages are a glorious opportunity for kai to show how he comfortably ‘lives in’ the 3D space around him.

which makes the viewer do the same: watching kai makes you feel amazing, energized, but also serene and enjoying the moment.

there’s always balance. it’s the magic of it. e.g. he comes along with so much impetus and decisiveness but eventually, he halts to offer himself. here i am — take me. i’m yours. closed arms, open arms. walking, kneeling. looking down, looking up.

kai goes every extra mile there ever was and makes each eye contact count. involving the audience, one grin at a time. it works. it’s about establishing contact. he connects to the onlooker with so much nuance.

kai’s smirk is notorious and you can see why it’s so raw and real: he makes it linger. it’s such a duality since his dancing says i’ll come over, while his message is come and get me, i know what’s on your mind.

with a hilarious twist – kai expertly uses humor. you don’t get that in many dancer repertoires. i love it. all those quick expression changes. his smile! 😊 what a man.

so — what makes him so good and known: yes, his style doesn’t deny that dancing and eroticism are one in his business. that takes courage. kai has it. iconic performances have been his reward. point dance/killing part: exo’s love shot choreo.

that suit has swept the nation. what’s more: kai shows you it’s more than just good hip movement that a good dancer needs. he does everything at once, he puts the pleasure on his face, all his limbs are following the template he chooses.

the thing is. kai couldn’t be any shyer, but when the music starts he becomes a oscar-winning madman. he emotes constantly (!) and stays in character. this is gold.

jongin always plays it up. he knows how to use that face and does a lot of power posing. this is how visceral looks like. he’s interpreted exo’s aggressive concepts to a T.

and he has so. much. fun. it propels him. on every beat.

past every hurt, heartbreak and injury, man. if you know about his genre you knew this was coming, kai does all of that with 4 herniated discs. since debut days, never recovered. every gif in this thread, he dances with a battered spine. wheelchairs, stage collapses, relapse-recovery-schedule tales, the dilemma of injuries being inevitable, limping, kai falling into depression during breaks, constant pain killers, countless tears on stage, we’ve seen it all, the extreme end of it.

kai works out like hell to literally keep his body from falling apart. but it doesn’t help the nerves in his back that are impacted. doing choreo you can sometimes literally see the pain kicking in and he pulls himself through with force for the last minute. once you know how strained his back is, you can see it.

at the end his expression goes fuck now it’s coming when the adrenaline fades. he takes every second-pause he gets to rest but still finishes each move. even when he holds back, he keeps it together and executes each turn. sometimes, he has to restrict himself and soften his movements to protect his health (especially in hard choreographies such as lucky one which is universally disliked by exo — still jongin makes the very best of it smiling bright and dancing so hard his sleeves come off).

he frequently states he ‘dances in any case unless his legs are affected by something’. all torso injuries are fair game, this guy is hardcore. and people claim he’s just pretending. chen (a fellow exo member) says not a single part of jongin’s body is intact. he has paid every price to get this far to follow his love. he’ll step on stage with crutches. he works SO HARD.

that being said: exo being called the official nation’s group, i say kai is the nation’s dancer. period. he has had his great moment at the korean olympics flawlessly dancing in a hanbok with traditional instruments and fulfilling his dream.

i love the tension and drama he can bring. he can also thrill with slow, vulnerable movements alike.

kai’s is called a legend, he’s all that and even more. the facial expressions alone are feared by any kai stan because they hit home.

this guy is a sex icon and goes off like a gun, messing around was never kai’s incentive.

while at the same time being incredibly nuanced and so, so descriptive with his movements.

point dance: baby don’t cry. yep, kai has danced in water. must-watch.

this man loves what he is doing. he said he wouldn’t regret to die on stage because dancing is his destiny. boy, it shows. this guy has found his purpose. he can tell any story he wants. he’s a complete artist.

he’s perfectly portraying his incentive and he couldn’t look any more like a god on earth.

long story short, kai is dance and motivation goals. if you dance professionally, you can easily look toward him for the right words.

if you want to further your study and knowledge: he released a self-titled solo album recently. highly recommended. he worked forever on it, and he’s really dishing it on there. you get to hear his soft voice plus sizzling footwork. and he isn’t even getting started yet. you’ll hear from kai, i promise. he constantly achieves new levels of artistic perfection.

a last remark. jongin is amazing for a myriad of reasons that go beyond what i show you here given the post focuses on his work on stage. but the point stands, while other people have tried to break him, he broke through every barricade instead and stood up for himself. we can be extremely happy to have him and witnessing his unreal dance is an exceptional pleasure. here’s to jongin continuing his passion and confidence, healing, and getting the sweeping respect and acknowledgement that is his.

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adiabolikpastel · 3 years

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Title: Lunar Eclipse Masquerade

Kanato pt. 2

Rating: NSFW | PG-17 (language & sexual content)

Word Count: 2,370

Pairing: Kanato x Yuuki (m/f)

ღ Yuuki marvels at the beauty of Eden Castle and it's guest, however, Kanato's agitation threatens to ruin things. Perhaps some alone time would do them both some good. ღ

Mun Yu: We made it to the second wave of LEM. I hope you all enjoyed the set up, and are ready for the main event. Our Lunar Eclipse is in full swing as the masquerade beings. These chapters will be longer.

Additionally: I would love to thank @dialovers-translations for translating the Kanato and Subaru versus CD which show cased them during the Lunar Eclipse. It helped me greatly to write his personality.

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Despite what most people think, demonic beings are very social creatures. The elites hold countless balls and parties, celebrating their immortality together, and entertaining one another with stories. Typically, they are done in celebration for something – though this is not always the case. All types of beings from across the Demon Realm will come if the host is of high enough prestige.

There would be no such host if it was not for Karlheinz. Seated as the head of the Bat Clan (vampires), Karl’s reach spans far. Being the widow for the former Demon King’s daughter, and having children of the first blood, an invitation from the Vampire King is not one to refuse. Though why would you? In his immaculate castle within the Demon Realm, Eden Castle, it is always quite the spectacle. While the celebrations held in his Human World mansion are nice, nothing compares to a true night of pleasure within the true home of the King.

On this night, there was to be a Masquerade in honor of the first Lunar Eclipsed Moon in over two years. While this night may serve each species differently, the idea to celebrate its return was simply too tempting. For this reason, Karlheinz took it upon himself – or rather – his house, to host the event. This extended to his offspring as well, regardless of their personal agenda. Members of every social elite race accepted the offer, and gathered for a truly unforgettable evening.

Yuuki marveled at the magnitude of Karlheinz’s castle. Kanato had told her it was called the Eden Castle, and that his father was always cooked up in it. It was the first actual castle Yuuki had ever seen in person. Kanato was less excited. He kept going on about how he was annoyed to be back in this house, and that he’d wished Teddy were with him.

Yuuki knew how much it meant to Kanato having to leave Teddy behind. So she offered him her hand as a stand in. At first the small vampire looked angry. She would even suggest such a thing, but once Yuuki’s hand was laced with his, he didn’t seem to mind. Yuuki declared that she wouldn’t let go all night, if it meant he would feel better.

The guests of the masquerade were all wearing such beautiful gowns and masks, Yuuki couldn’t help but notice. She asked Kanato if it was really all right for her to be here. He had only laughed and commented on how the demons may try to eat her if she wanders off. Yuuki couldn’t tell if it was a joke or he was just trying to make sure she didn’t leave him.

There were beautiful decorations, and the castle seemed to brighten even more as the music began to fill the halls. Everyone was welcome to explore, though most chose to stay in the ballroom. Kanato had wanted to spend time getting food, so that was where Yuuki and he went first. It was an eye opening experience to see the high society of the Makai interacting with one another.

While Yuuki had no actual concept of what everyone was, she could tell that there were no humans apart from herself and Yuko – who had tagged along with Ayato. That idea was rather frightening. Did other races not date humans? Surely there were other vampires at the party. What made the Sakamaki family so different? Perhaps one day Yuuki might learn the answer, but for tonight she was simply happy to be present with Kanato.

For the bulk of the evening, Kanto had the two of them sitting at a table. He had gotten a large amount of sweet treats, and was content simply staying away from the crowded areas. Yuuki however, was itching to go dance. “Your face is so honest.” Kanato finally spoke to her with a glare. “If you want to go that badly, simply leave me here.”

Yuuki pouts slightly at his words, “If I were going to dance, I’d only want to do it with you Kanato-san.” She assures him. “Are we going to? We came all the way here, and got all dressed up. You have all these foods at home, surely we could-"

“Please stop talking.” Kanato said softly, yet his voice was firm. Yuuki was about to protest when she saw that he was looking past her. Curious, she turned to find what on earth he could be looking at.

Not too far away from them, but far enough that it was a challenge for Yuuki to be sure, was a man dressed also in white. His hair was long, matching the color of his clothes, tied with a crimson ribbon, and draped over his shoulder. His mask simply covered his eyes and was a goldish color with what looked to be pearls. This man seemed to stand out, even in the crowd. As if the entire room was aware of his presence, and made it a point to keep a distance.

Next to him stood a gorgeous woman. Yuuki actually felt herself blush a little. She was also without an equal. Dressed in a single strapped long dress that started in black, then faded into a deep crimson. Her hair is decorated with matching colored flowers. Her mask matched the dress, being mostly black in color with some red jewels to decorate the center.

The two stood next to another man who held a similar aura to the first. Though without as much, overwhelming presence. By comparison, he seemed to be the opposite of the man in white. Dressed in darker clothing, and hair also dark, though long and tied in a ribbon as well. The three of them really stood out, though Yuuki couldn’t honestly say why.

“Wow… she’s beautiful.” Yuuki comments, thinking that Kanato was admiring the guest as well.

“Beautiful!?” Kanato’s voice was full of rage as his shout caught the attention of those around them. “Ha! That thing he has draped on his arm?! What a joke! Truly there is no lower standard that man will not fall to!” Kanato rants, and grabs a hold of the table.

Yuuki looks around nervously as the surrounding guests start to whisper. “Ua… K-Kanato-san why don’t we-" Before she could finish, the purple monster of a vampire flips the entire table over. All of the cakes, pastries, candies and ice cream spill onto the floor. Yuuki shot up out of her seat, ensuring no food could get on her dress. “Kanato-san!”

Kanato’s eyes were still locked onto the man at a distance. His rage bubbling inside. Yuuki moves around the mess to walk over to him, taking his arm. “Kanato-san, come with me, let’s go get you cleaned, okay?” The vampire did not fight her, but his eyes also never left their locked on location. Yuuki looked over her shoulder as she managed to get Kanato out of the ballroom. That man didn’t seem to notice their presence at all.

Yuuki held onto Kanato as she searched for a bathroom – though this castle was much larger than the mansion. In fact the more they walked, the more intense it seemed. The halls seemed to grow darker, and it felt like every turn only led to a dead end. However, Yuuki wasn’t going to give up. Kanato needed her to be strong in this moment, no matter how scary the castle seemed.

After walking for what felt like forever, Kanato finally stopped dead in the hallway. Yuuki also almost fell backwards at his abruptness, but she steadied herself. “Kanato-san? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” She asks, looking him over.

Kanato stood with his head downward, “That man- … how dare he show off that-… when that person always…” He mumbled to himself, as the frustration from before finally began to manifest itself into tears. “All my sweets are ruined as well…” He began to openly sob, wiping his eyes with his free hand.

Yuuki couldn’t bear seeing Kanato like this- she never could. It never mattered how selfish, or fake the tears were – Kanato crying always reduced her to a puddle. “Kanato-san…” Yuuki didn’t know how to help. This time it really seemed like he was frustrated and upset. Feeling at a loss herself, Yuuki looked down to their joined hands. Kanato had not let go, in fact, he was holding on so tightly. Just like with Teddy.

Without warning, Yuuki moved in front of Kanato and pushed her head onto his. The Vampire was surprised and looked into Yuuki’s eyes as she looked into his. “Kanato-san… I’m here… you don’t have to cry all by yourself. You know that, don’t you…?” She says softly, bringing her other hand up for him to lace with his.

Kanato was taken back for a moment, but slowly took her other hand in his. “You can be frustrated all you want with me, I don’t mind.” Yuuki smiles, squeezing his hands. “I want to help you… that’s why I’m here.”

Kanato sniffles a little before meekly asking, “You want to help me…?” Yuuki nods in response, and he begins to drag her down the hall. With no instruction Yuuki is simply left wondering where her keeper was taking her. She had been wandering the halls with no way of navigating them, yet Kanato seemed to know exactly where to go.

It does not take long for him to locate a room, and in a hurry he pulls Yuuki into it. A rather small bathroom, but this had been where Yuuki was trying to go. Kanato moved to lock the door as Yuuki wandered over to find a towel. “Here let me clean you up Kanato-sa-" Yuuki begins to offer, but Kanato embraces her from behind. “Ah! Kanato-san our clothes they’ll- … Ah~!” Yuuki began to protest, but was cut off as Kanato licked the side of her neck.

Kanato ran his tongue along her veins softly, “Fufu… you told me you wished to help… I have no concerns about these clothes.” He states firmly. “You too… instead of worrying about them… console me more.” Kanato murmurs against her skin as his fangs begin to descend.

Yuuki blushed at Kanato’s demands, and was about to speak when she noticed there was a mirror in the restroom. It captured their likeness perfectly. The embarrassment leaped from inside her, and she rushed to cover her face, “K-Kanato-san not here that’s too…” She groans a bit.

Kanato looks up, noticing the mirror himself. With a sigh he moves so that Yuuki would be pinned against the mirror. “You say that you will help me, but refuse when I ask!” He yells, his saddened cries echoing in the small room. “Why do you always toy with me like this!?”

Yuuki tries to push herself off of the glass, but the combined friction causes it to break. The shattering glass cuts into her hands and wrist, as they fall into the sink and onto the floor. She winces in pain, “Ah! Kanato-san wait… the glass…”

“You think that will stop me? I get to decide when your blood is taken!” Kanato says moving to a crouching position and lifting her dress, folding it up onto her hips. “We still have an appearance to make… So I’ll have to punish you down here. All though I wouldn’t mind marking you up for all to see~ Fufu.” Kanato speaks as he caresses Yuuki’s thighs.

Yuuki knew when things got to this level, it was because Kanato was feeling insecure. He needed some affirmation of her loyalty and affections, no matter how embarrassing it was. “I’m sorry Kanato-san… I was embarrassed before…” She says softly, looking over her shoulder to see him.

Kanato pouts a little and squeezes her thigh. “There is no taking it back now… I’ll spoil you a little I suppose. My fangs will feel good for you after all.” With that he bites into the fat of her thighs. Yuuki let out a small gasp, though it wasn’t so much in pain. “Haa… it’s flowing out… and mixing inside me…” Kanato’s voice was muffled as he drank deeply. “I was so frustrated before… mmmh but now…”

Yuuki’s face was beet red as Kanato drank from her. This situation was embarrassing enough, what if someone came by this room!? However, those thoughts alone were not enough to make her protest. In fact, she felt the moment a bit more. “Ahh… Kanato-san….!” Her voice echoed slightly as she tried to keep quiet.

“Nn… No good… let your voice out more…” Kanato whined as he moved over to her other thigh. “Haah… the sweetest melody you ever make...Fufu… Is when you moan from my fangs!”

Yuuki could feel Kanato bite deeper into her, causing a rather loud moan to escape her. As he drank, she couldn’t hold back. The echoing sounds filling the small space. “Ahha! Kanato-san…!” At this point in their relationship, Yuuki couldn’t help but feel… aroused whenever Kanato drank from her. It used to be embarrassing, but now… she just couldn’t help it.

Kanato pulls away with a loud sigh, licking the blood that dripped down Yuuki’s leg. “Haha… what will people think if this blood of yours stains the floor? Fufu...” He stands up, and looks at Yuuki through the mirror. “Aah~ Look at your face now! Your expression… it always excites me.”

Yuuki looks up into the mirror as well. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy. Cheeks flushed. Short of breath. Outfit a mess. “Fufu… you are beautiful, My Doll.” Kanato says, pulling Yuuki up from her bent position. He wraps one arm around her waist, the other up to the top of her dress. “Hey… comfort me more… you’ll do it properly right?” Kanato asks, tugging at her dress.

Yuuki smiles, leaning her head back against Kanato’s shoulder. “Of course…” She says catching her breath. Yuuki could never say ‘no’ to him. Not even as he holds her very life in his hands. There had been countless nights where his squeezed at her throat or drank from her until she passed out. Still, she would always consent to his torture.

Kanato sunk his fangs deep into Yuuki’s shoulder, while his hand grab onto her chest. She let out a gasp, moving her hips back against him. “Kanato-san…” His name floated in the air, filling the small space. Again and again. It was all she could manage to say when things got like this.

“Fufu… such a naughty doll you are… Hmm” Kanato moved his other hand up the bottom of her dress. “You are trembling, Fufu~ Say my name more… so that everyone knows who you belong to.”

After those words, any restraint left the both of them. The desire to feel one another. To be lost in their own world. “Haah… Kanato-san… I love you…” Yuuki voice was soft, despite how rough things had gotten. No longer in front of the mirror, the two had moved to sitting on the toilet. Yuuki on top of Kanato, her dress pulled down, his face buried into her chest.

The vampire had his fangs buried into her plump flesh when she spoke. He released her with a small pop, blood falling down over her skin. With a pure smile, he looked up at her, resting his face still on her accented breast. “Me too… fufu~” He moves to capture her lips.

It’s a sweet, yet tender kiss. Assuring her of his affection. When he pulls away, Kanato moves his head to rest once more on her breast. “My perfect Doll…” he mumbles diving his fangs into her as he thrust into her once more.

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#writing #Lunar Eclipse Masquerade #LEM

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th0mas1ut · 3 years

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"sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ’s ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴘʜᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴜғᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ"

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑜𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑎/𝑛: 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑠𝑜...𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑠 + 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: @trifliz

☼ 𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠; 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑥; 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛;

♫ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"look, y/n-chan, we're almost there~"

it was 2am, and somehow your local setter had convinced you that there had, in fact, been a ufo sighting nearby and yes, you indeed would have to come explore it with him.

and no, he didn't care that you didn't believe in aliens and ufo's cause you were coming and that's that.

oikawa began to hum a upbeat tune as you took massive strides to catch up to his lanky body. the two of you were walking through a quiet neighborhood, taking shortcuts to react his supposed destination faster. you'd only agreed since he'd promised a nice lunch for you next weekend, but it wasn't seeming to be worth it at this point. sighing, you huffed and puffed, struggling to keep up with his rapid pacing; but admittedly, you'd go anywhere if it came to him. but like hell you'd tell him that.

the destination appeared to be up ahead, and you could visibly see it, but it was nearly a mile out, so you soon found yourself dragging your feet as you took forceful steps, grumbling nonsense under your breath. oikawa, still distracted with the promise of an amazing discovery, glanced over at you when the scuffing of your shoes had started to become more obvious. thoughtfully, he foraged his pocket and pulled out his blue earbuds, dangling them out to you like a peace offering. you lifted up your sluggish gaze and brightened up at seeing them; gratefully took one earbud with the corner of your lips curving up in a thank you.

you shut your eyes with the soothing melody, flowing like silk throughout your headspace; while you didn't complement oikawa much, wanting to avoid it going to his head, you had to admit he had immaculate taste. your heavy steps gradually turned over to power walking strides, and in your trance, you missed oikawa glancing in your direction, as if he were looking at the earth from outer space for the first time.

the earbud was unexpectedly yanked out of your ear as oikawa made an abrupt stop. making a face of displeasure at your music being cut short, you turned back to see what the problem was, but oikawa was squinting at something in the far distance while glancing back and forth between his phone and what appeared a building. still peeved about missing the bridge of a really good song, you lightly punched oikawa in the shoulder and he teetered off to the side from the force.

"hey! what was that for?"

"what's the problem...let's go!"

pouting, he put the earbuds back in his pocket as he pointed ecstatically at the building in front of the two of you. "that's the space museum." he whispered, a excited look of engrossment overtaking his face. even in the dim street lights, you could make out a pink dusting his cheeks, making his face radiate like the moon in the dark.

it then occurred to you why you had come here at all.

"we're going to sneak into the space museum?" you whispered back with a harsh undertone, practically hissing in his direction. he nodded, looking shameless and proud of himself for coming up with the idea before you smacked him harder again a second time, nearly sending him flying.

he rubbed at his shoulder, wincing and whimpering under your furious gaze. "ow! that really hurt, y/n-chan!"

"what about security?" you spat back with a furious undertone, "what if we get arrested?"

his playful attitude from before was gone now, a more serious one taking light. you could see his face slightly clouding over and darkening to a frightening point, and his tone dropped a whole pitch, sending a shiver down your spine. "i wanted to take you somewhere special to me." oikawa spoke, the sharpness of his words piercing through your chest. he sounded harsh, but his voice began to shake with his final words. you could see a twitching in his lips, his bottom lip trembling. "so..."

was someone gripping your chest? because it hurt. a lot. crushed under a thousand emotions, you wanted to reach out to him, but lowered your hand at the last second, holding it out longingly in midair. but he wasn't looking at you, instead squinting up at the stars, like he was asking them something. the night sky was silent, blinking back.

the tightness of your heart compelled a hand to reach out, holding his wrist with an aggressive grip. he yelped as his hand was suddenly dragged up into the air, and his eyes meeting yours with a fragile tentativeness, his insides burning up like a library lit aflame.

"um." your words shot out smoothly like a dart, wording unsteady but firm. "i wanna see it too."

but he still looked conflicted, and his face dropped as he questioned your change of heart. he didn't want this out of pity, but the second yank of his wrist must have proved that otherwise, because your voice sounded more desperate this time. "take me to the planetarium, oikawa. please."

he exhaled, trying to read through you one more time, but there was nothing to read through; you seemed genuine enough, and you shared a intimate sweet smile with him that made his insides swoon with his heart fluttering: a rose in the wind. so he took your hand, unable to stop the melancholic laugh that escaped his lips, and had you follow him through the back parking lot, making sure to stick to the shadows of the night. sometimes he forgot how foolish he was. the only one full of pity for himself was him alone, but why, when he had you by his side?

the back door creaked open with the sound of your arrival, and your hand was tightly gripping his with a noticeable tremor, knuckles white. up ahead, you could see a air force glider hung in mid-air, and a model of the moon over to your left. he tried to stifle the sudden exhilaration he was feeling and comfort you, so gently he squeezed your shaky hand, as his soft steps echoed throughout the interior of the museum. the two of you shared panicked glances as you heard thudding of boots around the corner, ad with a urgent desperation, he grabbed your hand and sprinted down the corner, sneakers thudding against the tiles.

a sudden shout could be heard, getting closer and closer. "hey! who's there?" oikawa muttered something other his breath, pulling you into a door to the left. "in here!" he practically shouted, pushing you inside, his hands roughly on your back.

he was still gripping your waist when the two of you arrived inside, the automatic door shutting behind you. exhaling, his hands slip down to your hips, searing you through your cloths. "are you ok?"

stunned, it took you a second to even react with all the fogginess in your head, making it hard to think or process anything that had just happened. suddenly, his hands were jerked back, as he realized how close he had been holding you. he quickly walked forward, attempting to hide his flush as he motioned you to follow him to the front row of the auditorium-like room. "come on, it's up ahead."

it took you a moment to process - but you were in the planetarium, the place oikawa had trying to take you all evening. astonishment by it's vastness evident on your face, he smirked with aura of arrogance, satisfied by your reaction. "told you how cool it was. just admit it, y/n-chan~"

leaning over the control panel, he squinted at the buttons, trying to find the right one with his phone flashlight before hitting one with mixed confidence. you gasped as the ceiling suddenly flashed with millions of bright dots, a black to purple gradient highlighting them all.

you forgot how to breath as you looked up, nearly falling over backwards trying to look at them all; there were millions of stars, all shining brightly on their own. they were tiny, but amassed across entire titanic like ceiling made you feel small compared to the massiveness of the projection, with your heart was pounding in your chest with a loud rhythm as you tried to wrap your mind around it all. it was so big, so much, you didn't know where to even look. carefully guiding yourself down to the ground without breaking eye contact with the galaxy in front of you for even a second, you sat down on the ground, crossing your legs and leaning back on the palms of your hands. heart in your throat, you could barely croak out a "wow."

oikawa couldn't look at the sky, not when he was looking at you: how could you be so much brighter? and how had he not seen it before; you were positively glowing, like a sun, and the sun is a star, but the one brightest of them all.

he couldn't even think straight right now as his body shuffled forward: his hands so greedy, so touch starved. lips like a magnet, he was drawn towards yours with his hazy thinking, as his body crouched down next to you. your attention suddenly shifted to him, unprepared for the intensity in his eyes. inexplicably, fingers were reached out, yours tracing his cheekbones and his curled around your neck, giving you tremors of a lifetime.

his lips touched yours with soft hesitation, explorative and curious, as if it were asking a question to you. your mouth answered back, moving in synch, as you tilted your head to press harder against lips in wonder. you felt him groan as it vibrated through his body with a low grumble and reach your mouth, forcing you to whimper as something began to stir down low.

"thank you..." he purred in your ear with a soft rumble, "for coming with me."

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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heavenly yours (part 3/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | epilogue

Summary: (Y/N) followed Harrison and arrived in the Underworld of Hell. Everything was so much different from Heaven but instead of feeling uneasy by this new surrounding, (Y/N) sensed an appeasing presence she never dared to forget. After being reunited with her love one, the long forgotten angel and now King of Hell, he promised her nothing will tear them apart never again.

Pairing: KOH!Tom x Angel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff because happy reunion, swearing, PDA, SMUT (first time of my life writing smut so please be nice!) including first time + unprotected sex (use condoms kids), body exploration, slight handjob and oral (f receiving)

Words count: 9258

A/N: okay. SO. here is the last part of this mini series!! 🔥 man, what a ride... not meaning to brag or anything, but I loved this idea so much and had tones of fun writing it! ☺️ well I MAY be thinking about writing an epilogue to end it for good, who knows... 👀 and as you saw in the warnings, this is a sinful chapter so beware your innocent eyes 😏😂 I really hope you will like this new chapter, and as always, I’m open to constructive critics and opinions 💕 Enjoy beauts 🔥

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“Tom…”

❞ Welcome back, my love. Welcome in Hell. And welcome home. ❞

As (Y/N) still processes what is happening she doesn’t notice Tom walking towards her, slowly walking down each dark step of the entrance. His pace full of confidence but still majestic like he owns the place... which he actually does. His aura gives such power off that as he continues making his way to her, more demons passing by start to notice their King’s presence and all of them stop to bow deeply for him.

Harrison and Jacob are still kneeling down next to (Y/N), not saying a single word. And she is the only one frozen in place, captivated by this man she once used to know as the most beautiful and caring angel of Heaven. But her angel transformed into an imposing and powerful demon, now well known as the King of Hell himself.

Tom keeps advancing, not too fast but not too slow either. Finally. The day he dreamed of for so long and wished to happen is finally today. The day both he and the person he never stopped loving so much would be reunited for good. His dear angel is as he remembered: gorgeous from head to toes, divine features that could make anyone jealous - damn those curves are to die for -, with perfect immaculate wings to compliment her all. Pure and innocent. The way he always adored her. Desired her. Tom couldn’t hide the smile growing on his face. He wants to be close to his precious (Y/N) again. Now.

And (Y/N), on the other hand, could observe the new appearance of Tom and see how much he has changed. He is in fact all dressed in black clothes, the style similar to Harrison’s but with a closed shirt and neat tie. And the pants look more... shinny? Like leather maybe? Oh, the sinful way these pants hugged his hips only make the angel blush and avert her eyes from that part, hoping nothing caught her. And what surprised her the most is his new hairstyle. His once wild brown curls she loved to caress are no more, but replaced with a neat and clear buzz cut that surely emphasised a sharp jawline. Severe features that does something to (Y/N), bringing shivers along her spine. And the angel also notices his wingspan, wider and more impressive compared to hers. They could easily wrap around her fragile body whenever he wants. But what calms her down is seeing his smile, the same and usual one she knows by heart, his signature smile that brings a warm feeling into her heart.

It’s him. It’s still him.

This is it. The two beings stand in front each other. An angel and a demon, face to face, right at the entrance of the burning Hell’s castle. And the silence. A long but peaceful silence. Everything stops in Hell, first to bow down to the King’s presence and then because of this unexpected show.

It is as if they are alone. Nothing around but them. Alone. (Y/N) can now clearly recognise and sink into Tom’s big brown eyes like she used to up in Heaven. Warm and soothing. Was his jawline this sharp before? It sure accentuates his features very well. And the angel does also notice he developed some muscles just by looking at his torso. But he is as magnificent as she remembers him.

She feels no fear or disgust. No. Why would she? Because (Y/N) actually discovers that all she read about Hell in Heaven is false. Where is the ground burning with constant fire? Where are the ferocious chimeras and Cerberus? Where is the smell of blood that makes you nauseous? Nowhere.

❞ You are still gorgeous, dove. ❞

Oh his voice...

Hearing it again after so long and this close almost brings tears to the angel’s eyes. It gives (Y/N) goose bumps, her mind fuzzy as she keeps staring into his coffee coloured eyes. Tired eyes actually. The tender look she knows is still here, but now it is mixed with fatigue. His whole face screams exhaustion. But it doesn’t matter. This magnetic attraction that always existed between them, that didn’t stop burning, slowly, and that helped both of them to keep going, is here. And it never stopped existing.

❞ Are you... afraid of me, (Y/N)? Please, don’t be... ❞

His almost pleading voice pulls (Y/N) out of her thoughts as she blinks a few times, regaining some composure. And the most oblivious thing she finds doing is reaching to gently cup his face in her hands, as to make sure everything is real. To make sure it is really him.

And Tom couldn’t help but relax in her grasp. Oh her soft and delicate hands that he missed so much, still with a faint smell of flowers and immaculately fresh. He feels all the stress he accumulated leaves his body as (Y/N) continues caressing his cheekbones, applying a sweet pressure on them. He exhales at this feeling. The constant warmth emanating from not only his face but entire body in general appeases the angel too, maybe it is intentional or not but it works.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Tom dares to brings his hands on top of (Y/N) ones and delicately putting them on hers. That is when (Y/N) can finally see but mostly feel them. Hurt. His hands are covered by multiples cuts, from top to palm as his fingers, making the skin rough. His poor hands show what her lover endured all these years before becoming who he is now. Pure pain. But his touch stays soft when his hands makes contact with hers. What a bizarre but calming sensation...

“I’m not afraid of you, Tom, and never would I be” finally answers (Y/N) in a whisper, her voice as sweet as honey.

Without breaking contact, the young woman stands on her tiptoes and puts her forehead against her lover’s, noses now touching, and shuts her eyes. Her wings that she kept closed on her back until now slightly unfold. And as if Tom senses it he starts extending his toward hers, creating their own little fortress.

She missed this closeness. They both did.

After this showoff of affection, Tom decides to pull back still too early for (Y/N)’s liking, but not without leaving a tender kiss on the palm of her hand. Then his eyes divert from the beautiful creature in front of him to gaze at his two friends, Harrison and Jacob, still kneeling on the ground. The same harsh expression as when she arrived makes its way back on his face.

❞ Harrison, thank you again for your help, my friend. I couldn’t make it without you. ❞

‘ Anything for you, Tom ‘ directly replies Harrison while standing again.

The young demon takes a look at his friend - and King - and at his lover finally reunited, next to each other as if they have never been apart. Seeing the now appeasing expression on both their faces gives him pure satisfaction. Besides he doesn’t hesitate to shoot a few threatening looks at the other demons, further down, who try to look at the scene even though they didn’t have the right to.

❞ And you Jacob, thank you for all your researches. Leave the files in my office before you leave. ❞

’ Your welcome Tom, anytime ’ declares Jacob, standing himself.

❞ Oh and I’m done for the day. So you two deal with whatever happens. I don’t want anything to disturb us ❞ adds Tom, finally looking at (Y/N) again. They both nod before taking their leave.

Tom sends (Y/N) a smile and as she does the same, he delicately takes her hand. ❞ Come on, love, I want to show you the castle and around. ❞

And as being told, the angel follows Tom while climbing the stairs next to him. (Y/N) still feels overwhelmed by all this but she knows that she has yet to see what the Kingdom of her lover, the King of Hell, looks like.

As the two opposite but perfect beings leave, the other demons go back to their routine.

* * * *

Indeed it took an entire day for them to discover the Hell’s Castle. Understated and black. Basically. And a lot of rooms, like A LOT. Tom showed the principal rooms such as the dining room, the library - which the angel already planned to visit often -, the kitchen, the varied lounge rooms, his office, the throne room - Tom made the visit there quite quick -, the gardens and... His bedroom. As innocent as she could be, (Y/N) didn’t catch the innuendo behind this at first, just asking the demon “... and where is my bedroom?” straight away. Because to her, Tom is still the same Tom she knows since her arrival in Heaven. So Tom just laughed at her question and proceeded to show her another bedroom, one just next to his, like it was nothing.

But little did she knows that his behaviour DID changed more than a little bit.

The first few days went by and (Y/N) started getting used to her new environment. She would wake up early, have some breakfast - sometimes with Tom or by herself (because Tom would be already working) -, read for a while, maybe go outside the castle but always accompanied by Tom or Harrison or even Jacob (Tom refuses to let you go out alone). The rest of her day would vary with her longing.

Other days, Tom would request her to stay by his side while he does some paper work - something he doesn’t fancy at all. And (Y/N) would never refuse because, well, she misses his presence next to her. So she would just lay down on his leather couch, a book in hands, while the King does his devil business. And sometimes, he would leave her there for a bit, leaving a soft peck of her lips and saying an important matter was waiting for him and that he will be back later.

But Tom would never let his angel enter the throne room while he is in there. The things that happen there are way too horrible and morbid and gore. It is where he can show his new self, his devil self, and terrify to death whoever was in there. The throne room is where Tom, as the King of Hell, decides of the life of any demon: are they allowed in Hell, in which part of Hell would them live forever, their punishment and so on. And Tom would be inflexible. And harsh. Never in a million years his beautiful and immaculate angel lover would put a foot in there. Never. That is why the King would also take extra precautions and shower neatly before finding her again, the smell of blood way too strong and sickening on him. And then he will ask (Y/N) to massage his sore shoulders in front of the fireplace, being back at the sweet and caring lover she knew.

And then, there are this particular days where Tom is... handsy and daring. At first (Y/N) wouldn’t mind because she appreciates his caresses with all her heart. But sometimes, well, (Y/N) is surely not use to what he does. The demon would sometimes sneak behind her, wrapping his toned arms around her waist but then, he would slide his hands on her hips and on top of her thighs, massaging them. Or as he is sitting and ask her to cuddle with him, he would keep her standing between his legs and bury his head on her tummy while embracing her frame. Or legitimately putting his hands on her bottom while they would kiss. Without forgetting the time when he would cheekily ask her to join him in the shower or in his bed... and so on.

All that embarrasses the innocent angel but she doesn’t say a word about it. One night Tom pleaded? no demanded asked her to try sleeping in the same bed as him, because he too misses having her next to him. And.... (Y/N) didn’t say no. Again. But still she felt her stomach contort and mouth dry, without really knowing why. Why was she so stressed being this close to him?

* * * *

By now, all Hell knew about the angel woman and the demons accepted her - not like they had a choice anyway. Some were still defiant to her of course, but never oh never they would dare making an attempt on hurting her. So Tom did everything in his power to make his Kingdom understands the angel was no harm to them. And he obviously succeeded.

Tom recently left his lover aside because work has been an insane hell (pun intended?) to him so he surely wanted to make it up to her. So after delegating his duty to Harrison, he took (Y/N) out for lunch. After spending some time there just chatting, they had a walk into town and Tom took the opportunity to order some made-to-measure clothes for her that he of course all paid for. All white. No black. He wanted to keep her like she has always been so dearly.

In the afternoon they went back to the castle and enjoyed each other company in the garden. Unlike Heaven’s gardens which are full of flowers and animals, the garden here in Hell were more simple - as that is just the aesthetic down here. Trees and bushes, plain but still beautifully looked after, and the only flower here are roses. Red roses everywhere. The garden is full of them and they definitely match with the environment. And (Y/N) loved touching their delicate petals, feeling like silk on her fingers, as a sweet and strong smell that awakes all senses.

❞ You know, my love, red is the colour that joins us ❞ Tom says behind her, slowly walking towards her to watch over her naked shoulder. ❞ It goes perfectly with white... and black. ❞

Wrapping his arms around her frame, Tom begins humming as he puts his head on her neck, leaving kisses here and there. (Y/N) closes her eyes and slightly rubs her face against Tom’s, while putting her hands on his. And their body would swing from left to right as if in rhythm with an imaginary song playing in the background. No one to interrupt. Just them.

“I love you, Tom. So much.”

❞ I love you too, princess. You’re the most precious person I ever had. And I want you to be mine as I already am yours since day one. ❞

As she whispers a soft “yes” in his ears, Tom keeps trailing a path of kisses along her neck until he finally catch her eyes to then kiss her luscious lips. Her hand makes its way on caressing his cheek, also feeling his jawline and the slight growing stubble there that she liked rubbing with her nails.

Tom lets out a raspy growl at the feeling. Then he detached from his lover and look at her again, as to ask her permission to proceed. When he got it somehow, a lap of his slippery tongue over her bottom lips have them parting right away, leaving the young woman under his spell of desire that always offer new sensations. The demon draws her even closer to him, not wanting her other than right next to him.

Such a hellish behaviour.

(Y/N) would sometimes think that letting loose is good. And yes, it also feels good indeed.

* * * *

The same day Tom and (Y/N) went to bed at the same time, both tired and quite pleased from the day they spent together. The angel’s body is curled into her lover’s frame, nuzzling her face in the middle of his naked chest - by now she got kind of used to it. His body give off a very calming warmth that she really appreciates, the nights in Hell being strangely cold. They face each other, one of Tom’s arms bend behind his head and the other around (Y/N)’s waist. His soft breathing indicates his sleeping state, as his lover is still wide awake.

Every night, a bunch of questions would rush into her mind, questions that still need answers. How did she manage arriving in Hell like it was nothing? And above all, why was it possible that Heaven has not revealed itself yet? It has been almost ten days - maybe fifteen? - and still nothing from up there.

❞ Trouble sleeping, my love? ❞ Tom must have feel her wiggled against him.

“I-I am just... thinking, that’s all. Sorry for waking you up, dear” whispers the angel back.

❞ Don’t worry, angel face ❞ Tom starts caressing her back tenderly, ❞ so, what are you thinking about that keeps you awake? ❞

Could she tell him what was on her mind all this time? Wouldn’t he just say to enjoy her new life with him and to not ask stupid quest-

❞ (Y/N), darling, look at me. ❞

The words seems to be illusive until the angel looks up and flutters at the features on his face. He merely seems curious and... preoccupied, maybe?

“Well... I, um... I still wonder h-how is it even possible for me to be here... in Hell...Like you know I’m an angel so in what miracles did I make it here, without any injury? Am I a f-fallen angel too? Will I become a demon? And how come the Heaven didn’t even try to look after me?? I don’t know what to think, but it’s not like I don’t like being with you, Tom, trust me, I love you with all my heart and-”

Tom cuts her off by placing his lips on hers, slowly kissing to calm her down. After a few seconds, he pulls back but stays close to her face. His expression softens, coiling both his hands around her beautiful body and whiffing at the top of her head. Her delicious scent has always been soothing and he couldn’t help but bring her even closer to his frame.

❞ Relax, princess ❞ He kisses her forehead, chuckling at a nervous state, ❞ I will gladly answer to all your questions but tomorrow because, well, it’s kinda late now? ❞

(Y/N) just nods at him.

❞ But if it can calm you more, just know that I did every research possible to bring you and keep you with me, safely and by the rules. Nothing will ever hurt you, so you don’t have to be afraid of Heaven anymore. I will protect you until the end, angel face. ❞

The woman shows him a most sincere smile, while she circles her hands on his face to return his kiss. He enjoys the way she snuggles closer, sliding her warm tender hands around his hips then higher, just before his wings. Once again, she could feel all the cuts and closed wounds covering his strong back, another reminders of what he suffered during this first years here. She keeps caressing them, as hoping it could cure them for good, putting extra attention around the birth of his wings. And this startles the demon, who almost more like completely shivering from pleasure. He suppresses a weird sound definitely a moan from leaving his mouth by swallowing his saliva.

❞ I- I suggest you to... to not touch me here a-anymore, my love... ❞

HIs heartbeat accelerates, just like hers. (Y/N) has no idea of what she did but her entire face feels heats up. Why that? Her soft and confused eyes blink a few times, before she becomes redder and shy at the way he pulls apart. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, his alluring brown eyes show tonight a different expression, one yet unknown by (Y/N) but that she kept catching some time when the demon was starring at her for way too long. The sharp gleam behind his dilated pupils soon grows intimidating but the moment she tries to move away, Tom presses his warm palms against her cheeks.

The expression behind his handsome face unsettles the angel and this encourages him by rolling slowly on top of her, his strong body now between her thighs making her nightgown slowly slide down. Now laying under him, her eyes flutter at him as if (Y/N) were dreaming, mesmerised by his beautiful dark wings displayed on his back. But an ounce of confusion persists in his look, as if something bothers him deeply.

❞ (Y/N), doll ❞ he begins not looking away from her, ❞ You know that I love you, with all my heart and since the beginning... right? ❞

The angel nods, not daring to speak. Tom lets out a sigh before proceeding.

❞ A-and I know I’m not like I used to be in Heaven b-but... But I want to show you how much I love you and... A-and make you m-mine, forever... ❞

The King of Hell stuttering is sure a sight, delectable as a piece of candy but still undeniably cute. It has been a long time since the King himself was not 100% honest with his needs. And now that you both were reunited, Tom didn’t want to scare you. But when he caught sight of his lovely angel after years and years of torture, he couldn’t help but want to please her in any way possible. Any way possible. But Tom controlled his biggest urges but well, he couldn’t really stop the heated make out sessions when he started them.

Until tonight.

His (Y/N) is such a masterpiece. Now he finally has her just for himself, no one around too bold to check her out, but him. And only him. She is his ray of sunshine, at his mercy laying on his soft black silk bedsheets. Her all quiet, dressed in white, delicate and her beautiful and delicious features screaming innocence in his face. And her nightgown that just doesn’t let anything to his imagination but pure fantasy, slightly squeezing her breasts then the fabric loosening on her lower body. The delicate skin of her bare knees gently caresses his side, sending new shivers down his spine then through his wings.

What a fucking view.

❞ We... we haven’t been together in this way ❞ continues Tom, ❞ All this time I have been waiting for you and only you, hoping that this day would come... The day I openly declare my love to you. ❞

Tom slowly bends down towards (Y/N), ghosting his lips of her forehead. ❞ ... but Heaven didn’t want that at all. ❞

The angel closes her eyes, enjoying herself in this warm proximity with the demon. She still can feel his heartbeat going fast just like hers but now, it is a good sensation like both hearts try adjusting their rhythm to synchronise. Her hands slide along his built shoulders to then stroke the back of his neck, bringing his face to hers again.

“Tom... Tell me what you want” (Y/N) heavenly whispers against his lips, her cheeks flushed.

Tom’s hands accentuate his meaning by caressing first along her hips and over the round curves of her breasts. The angel’s body squirms with a soft moan, leaning back with a most delighted murmur of the demon king’s name when he leans forward to kiss at the side of her neck.

❞ My gorgeous and beautiful princess, I want to show you how much you mean to me, in both romantic and intimate way. I never want you away from me, ever again. I want you to be mine as I will be yours for eternity. I want Heaven to know that even in the afterlife, angels and demons have the right to be fully happy... meaning to love someone, no matter who it is. ❞

These tender words have (Y/N)’s heart absolutely fluttering, while he goes to claim your lips again. Meanwhile his hands slide down to massage her hips and they both share several sensual and mind fogging kisses, that display just how much he wants her.

❞ My angel, are you ready to... give yourself to me? Because I want all of you ❞ Tom smoothly groans, admiring his lover’s flickering eyes with their pure colours.

His hands then trickle down at the top of her thighs, where the nightgown is all wrinkled up and almost showing her most private area. As his hands try to push the fabric even more up, Tom keeps his eyes on (Y/N)’s, tasting there waters and ready to stop anytime if she doesn’t want it. But her eyes ask maybe plead? him to continue so he pushes it up her hips, finally able to look at her thin white lace panties.

For fuck sake, I need to keep cool... keep cool, Tom... cool...

“I... am more than ready, Tommy. I always trusted you and always I will. And I want to be with you, forever” (Y/N) smiles to assure this is alright.

Then it is like her body already knows what to do. She lets him lean her off the mattress enough to fully pull her nightgown off, dropping it to the floor. The demon almost forgets how to breath in front of so much beauty: her perfect body displayed for him, wings beautifully spread out on each side of her frame, her underwear being the only thing left on her, skin as immaculate and tender as a cloud. And her breasts finally free from that fabric, round and full, just like he always imagined them.

Fucking Hell.

He murmurs softly so many compliments, praising each centimetre of her body then using the flat of both his strong hands to appreciate the edge of her stomach, of which he places a warm kiss against.

“Mmh Tommy, I enjoy your kisses a lot...”

The demon gives her a tender expression pecking right against her belly button, as he works his way south. A warm haze of his chuckling breath aires against her stomach when the young woman gladly slips her delicate hands on his head, filling the buzz cut she starts to love even more day by day. She then gently scratch his short hair, a ticklish feeling left under her fingers. And Tom does enjoy the way they pet him in a tender loving way.

Dark brown eyes check up and down her lace lingerie that enhances the curves of her womanly frame, taking in how completely irresistible and erotic (Y/N) looks. This single piece of clothing really does wonders to her voluptuous form, so much that Tom can’t resist but keep caressing her skin.

❞ Bloody Hell, doll, you’re such a masterpiece. All for me. ❞ Tom growls, his voice low and eyes desperate with lust.

The angel giggles at the swear word her lover used, clearing referring to Hell, but still funny coming from the King of the said place himself. As he appreciates more her hips, a pleasured pour of Tom’s name frays from her succulent lips, turning into full moans when he places several kisses between her breasts.

Soon (Y/N) feels nothing anymore and when coming back to herself, her eyes meet with her lover’s. Her head slowly tilts on the side as if asking him what if something is wrong.

❞ Princess, before we go any further I want you to promise me to keep talking. That you will tell me if you feel good, what you want or even if I need to stop, alright? I don’t want to hurt you or do something you don’t enjoy, baby... C-Can you do that for me? Please? ❞

Not leaving a chance to the demon to continue his rumbling, (Y/N) firmly grabs his face and pulls him close to her again, making him lose his balance a little in the process. He catches himself on his forearms, draping her head in between them while savouring their sealed lips.

“I’ve always been ready for you and I promise you to tell you anything, Tommy. I know you would never hurt me... I love you so much, my love, so so much.”

Her words resonate like a prayer in Tom’s ears. He couldn’t help but shows a relieved smile, showing his perfect white teeth.

❞ I love you too, baby, so fucking much. ❞

The young man continues his ministrations by pecking the angel’s lips one last time before leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way to (Y/N)’s bare mounds. Then he is quick to lick a warm circle down and around the closest bud. Soon he is suckling and lapping in such a warm intoxicating way that fog was quick to form inside the angel’s brain. Even more when Tom becomes determined to leave a flavourful hickey. With a delectable pop he edges over her other breast, lapping flat his wet muscle slow enough to push up her nip before wrapping both his lips around it. The melody of his name and how good he makes his dear angel feel is all he needs as an evidence of her pleasure.

Tom then pauses his moves when he feels both her hands on his shoulders, her nails lightly pressing into his warm skin to get his attention. When he raises his head the demon notices (Y/N) with her arms opened like asking him to get back in between them. And how can he refuse such an offer made by his lover?

With his signature smirk on his face, Tom slides back up in (Y/N)’s needy grasp. The angel hums with satisfaction, her nose nuzzling against his temple.

❞ A bit needy, aren’t we my beautiful girl? ❞ mocks Tom while he playfully tugs at the frame of her ears with his teeth.

(Y/N) chuckles as she tightens up her embrace around his body.

“I love feeling your skin on mine. You’re so warm and comfy, I never want to let you go...”

❞ Cheeky... I love that... ❞ Tom immediately places butterfly kisses all over her face, making the angel giggle even more.

With goosebumps of warm delight gliding through her nerves, both her hands curl around his defined back muscles, arching into his frame. The feeling of their bare chests pressing together has (Y/N) closing her eyes again, enjoying the sensations wholeheartedly. Tom too seems to like this feeling as well when he aires a hot rasp of her name against her neck, before giving it a kiss and playfully tug at the skin with his teeth.

Soon they both share a most loving expression while meeting in the middle to devour each other’s flavour in a frenzy of passionate French kisses. His black wings go to lovingly brush her white ones that are still displayed on the bed. The union of both colours is at the same time poetic and sensual, each feather entering in a new passionate dance with its opposite.

During this saliva pooling fray, one of Tom’s hands squishes its way down her chest, stomach and eventually into the waistband of her lace underwear. He slows down a bit just to make sure (Y/N) doesn’t protest. And she doesn’t. So the moment his rough digits feel along her womanhood in slow v-shape, making it a point to note her warmth, a mewl hazes between his lips to accompany yours.

Pulling back Tom enjoys in a most seductive way the sheen of saliva connecting them together with a most dominant expression contorting his thin yet a bit swollen lips.

❞ You feel so warm and wet down there, angel... I’ve been waiting for the day we would be intimate for a long time, fuck. You too, baby? ❞

A simple demand but one that (Y/N) is way too embarrassed to answer.

Tom doesn't mind her silence, specially because he trails the edge of his lips along her jaw to then find a smooth patch of skin behind her ear to suck on. And unexpectedly, both his index and middle finger curl up into her folds, gently to make her used to this overwhelming sensation, and like desired he feels the intoxicating rattle of her lover’s vocal chords.

“Ah, Tommy... Oh please, it f-feels so good...” gasps out (Y/N) ever so sharply, clinging to his body and tossing her head the moment he starts thrusting back and forth.

Tom sighs in relief against the hot skin of her neck. After taking pleasure of the melody of her mewls - which leads to many love bites, he laps his way back down to her breasts. Both of his lips wrap around the closest delectable nip, sucking and puckering in a way that drives the woman even more insane.

❞ Mmh (Y/N)... I can feel you warm my fingers... Can I taste you? ❞ The demon hazes his naughty yet simple straightforward desire against her flesh, detaching his digits from her folds.

Within a few seconds, he uses both his hands to tug her white panties down. Now his prominent boner can’t be hidden anymore, pulsating from pure want and need from that view - not like he was trying to hide it in the first place anyway. Besides some mild embarrassment that has the angel covering her most private part with her delicate hands, all it takes is a few tender kisses and an assurance she has nothing to fear of before she easily gives into his whims.

(Y/N)’s heart can’t help but palpitate against her chest, almost breaking free from her ribs. Shyly, her eyes flutter up at his handsome visage that thoroughly appreciates the unhindered view of her womanly curves. Sliding his warm hands along her legs, Tom edges down pulling up one of her knees to bring it to his lips. After a kiss or two he proceeds up along her inner thigh, until he sucks feverishly enough to leave a bright purple hickey.

“Oh Tommy, if you k-kiss me right there.... I will go crazy...”

But she only has the time to instantly whimper out his name when he laps down the middle of her slit, pressing his thin lips almost defiantly against her intimate ones. The smell of her sex is completely intoxicating his nostrils and the demon can’t think about stopping, unless his lover tries to push him away.

❞ Also, you never called me ‘Tommy’ before... but it sounds so heavenly coming from you, fuck- I love it baby... ❞

His hands steady on her stomach, gliding his muscle up and down, over and over again, before sucking on the flaps of her womanhood. Her mewls delight his every bones that scream this gorgeous angel is his woman, and he has to make her feel pleasure beyond she could ever imagine of.

With the thrust of his tongue into her body, (Y/N)’s hands fly down to the back of his head as she screams out her bewilderment with the heavy raise of ecstasy. Her thighs squeeze slightly his head in between each spasm of pleasure. She tastes like the finest meal the demon never had the privilege to devour and so, Tom doesn’t hesitate to eat out her walls in a very detail oriented type of way, gulping down her nectar in a way that let her know he has no intention to waste a single drop.

“O-oh God, Tommy! M-my head is spinning!!” (Y/N) moans, her body consumed by this new pleasure.

❞ I prefer to go by King of Hell, if you know what I mean, baby ❞ he teases.

The smirk on his lips says the demon enjoys how desperate he is making the young woman, which he makes worse by wrapping his hands around her breasts and squishing a bit while he delves as deeply as possible into her pulsating walls.

The sharp feeling of her nails digging in his scalp - that she probably didn’t mean to - proves him how close (Y/N) is. He can feel against his slippery muscle the throb of her core and taste the fruits of his labor that tells him his angel is completely discombobulated by all the consuming pleasure he provides her.

“T-Tommy, oh Tom! It feels too good, I-I can’t take it any longer!!” whimpers (Y/N), legs shivering as they clench more around his head with a most lewd expression of her face.

❞ Don’t hold back baby, come for me ❞ Tom rasps, not letting her see the lust filled haze in his eyes as he parts from her core but for a second to lick his lips.

That is indeed a hell of a sight, that (Y/N) doesn’t quite catch because too engrossed in her pleasure. And next thing she feels is his tongue lapping trembling circles around her clit before sucking on it in a ferocious way.

That intense feeling mixed with the way two of his rough digits glide into her core, watching at her slick folds take him in drive the angel completely crazy. Never did (Y/N) imagine having such intense pleasure, as he keeps appreciating not just her most private parts but her soft breasts in the best way he can until it sends the young woman over the edge with a mind blowing orgasm, her vision now totally blurry.

The enamouring feeling of her folds clenching against his fingers and subsequently coating them in her juices has a most warm wanting growl hazing around her womanhood, making (Y/N) leave a high pitch moan. When Tom pulls back, he instantly slides his digits in his mouth, enjoying the flavourful nectar of his lover with dilated eyes.

❞ You taste so fucking good, angel. ❞

A small shy smile forms on (Y/N)’s lips, still a little embarrassed at what just happened and panting softly as she tries to recover from the heavy bubble of pleasure that still courses through her veins. Tom’s lips peck tenderly over her belly button as he makes his way back up, squeezing her breasts for another few seconds before finally cupping her red cheeks, claiming a possessive kiss.

Both (Y/N)’s hands slide around his neck, caressing his nape with the tip of her still trembling fingers where she can feel some hair growing back. After many kisses that steal even more of her breath away, the demon parts with a wanting and heavily lust riddled face.

His knuckles caress the side of her cheek and down her neck before edging backwards to start tugging off his sweatpants. But he has to stop his moves and contains some chuckles.

❞ Baby, why are you hiding behind your hands? ❞

“T-That’s embarrassing!!” she stutters.

❞ What? Me undressing in front of you? ❞

“N-No! Well, maybe b-but like... itslookingatwhatisunderyourpantsthatisembarassing...”

Tom couldn’t help the heartfelt laugher that escapes his lips. He still catches her last sentence and finds it so adorable. His love for his angel would never stop growing, he is sure about that.

❞ I mean... I already saw your divine naked body, so it would be unfair of me not to let you enjoy mine too... what do you thing, baby? ❞

(Y/N) thinks about his words for a few seconds and, as she slowly puts away her hands from her face, the sight in front of her makes her unintentionally whimper. Tom standing tall on his knees still between her legs, pecs and abs lightly shiny from sweat, black wings wide open, face tilted on the side, smirking while bitting his bottom lips, his fingers pushing the waistband of his sweatpants under his hips showing his damned mouthwatering V-line.

❞ Fair enough, love? ❞ Tom asks again, the smirk never leaving his face.

Jesus fucking Christ.

This man could corrupt anybody by just making them look at him. And he did succeeded with (Y/N), but since the day they met.

And (Y/N) could only nod, her hands now resting on her collarbones as she shamelessly keeps her gaze on what he has to offer. This being the signal, Tom finally proceeds his previous actions, pleased. He tugs off his sweatpants and boxer at the same time. The now nude sight of his whole body brings warmth to the angel’s cheeks, even more so when she catches the stout image of his manly muscle, pressed against his stomach.

❞ This is what you do to me, babygirl. All the fucking time. ❞

Her heart forgets to beat for a second at this new nickname. But the demon doesn’t let her think twice as he takes her hand, kissing her palm, and encourages her to pump his length.

Despite her complete embarrassment, all of her fingers curl around his cock and develop their own rhythm that he sure appreciates with a wispy rasp of her name.

❞ F-fuck, baby... your hand feels so good around my cock... ❞

With some courage (Y/N)’s other hand meet his perfectly defined chest, caressing it and his hips, trying to show him she is as attracted to him as he is to her.

It doesn’t take much even for a not so patient man like the King of Hell himself to realise he wants so much more than the delightful and hot sensation of his lover’s hand around him. After using his own ones to roll her nice and mellow breasts, he squeezes down her luscious hips pushing her thighs apart, making a bit more room as he pushes (Y/N)’s digits away.

Her legs surprise Tom momentarily when they gladly spread while both her hands land now on his chest, moaning as he aligns his tip up against her slit. His expression softens, gently petting (Y/N)’s cheeks with a few of his fingers waiting for her to meet his lips for a soft peck. She indeed tastes herself on his lips but it doesn’t bother the angel and before she knows it, Tom uses his other hand to steady her hip to then presses himself into her walls.

“N-ngh!... Oh Tommy... I-I can you feel so deep...” (Y/N) suddenly moans at the weird sensation.

The proud expression on the demon’s face makes the angel blush and bury her nose against the side of his neck, her arms wrapping tightly around his broad shoulders. A nuzzle of his own nose on her cheek makes (Y/N) smile tenderly, thankful for a moment to get use to his shape and size. Her breath slows down little by little, the uncomfortable stretchy feeling of her core disappearing as she tries not to move under Tom’s body.

And when her hand finds his nape to pet the spot and placing a small peck against his neck, Tom takes it as her desire for him to go ahead and start moving. With a pull back of his firm hips and a tight grip of your own, he slaps forwards filling your walls to the brim over and over again, as he develops a very pleasurable rhythm that has (Y/N) moaning from the first few thrusts.

“OH! Tommy! I-It feels so good!!”

❞ Good, baby. I want to make you feel like you completely belong to me... and only me... ❞ Tom husks, nipping at the edge of her jaw never slowing down his pace.

As possessive as it sounds, Tom’s affection feels more than true and his desire to please (Y/N) comes from a place of finding you to be the most beautiful woman he had the chance to meet that faithful day, years and years ago, in Heaven. And man did he replay their first encounter and other alone times too many times in his head.

Both of his hands squeeze her hips, pushing and pulling her perfect body to meet with the sway of his manhood. (Y/N)’s mind blurs with the intense pleasure of feeling his muscle in such intimate and dirty details, as it hits all the right zones to make her a moaning and mewling mess. It is even more erotic because he can feel how wet she is as he sloshes her juices.

With a startling grasp he pulls her legs up to wrap around his lower back, kissing the angel in a fray of his own overwhelming desire. (Y/N)’s moans haze into his mouth as he loops his slippery tongue all around her own muscle, downing the flavour of their combined saliva, and becoming determined in the way he slams roughly into her core making her thighs a tingly bright red.

Pulling back from her swollen kissed lips, Tom brings the bottom one with him to suck on it enough and have a warm drool ebbing down her chin. Delirium swans inside the angel’s head so brightly that she can’t even be bothered with how wet her inner thighs start to feel. The only thing (Y/N) can only focus on is the warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach.

In a whimper of desperation her hands drag a bit down his spine, leaving Tom a claw mark or two but soon being blocked by the beginning of his big wings that are in the way. Realising how close they both are, his hands slide under her ass and lift her backside up off the bed to meet with every deeply penetrating sway of his hips. The hotness of her folds makes him grit his teeth as the demon keeps giving his angel the best rhythm he can muster.

❞ (Y/N)... H-hah, you feel so good babygirl. Your body is so warm, I... I want to f-feel you up... so badly... Fuuuck. ❞

“Oh... Tommy, I want all of you. Please baby!” (Y/N) quivers to him with ecstasy and pleasure rattling her vocal chords as she clings to him tightly.

The demon most certainly doesn’t have to be told twice. With a clench against her plush bottom cheeks, his pace picks up to the best of his abilities mixing up her insides, getting off completely on the mewl of her constant moans.

Suddenly (Y/N) feels a most tight knot forming in the pit of her stomach that she tries to relay on her demon lover, but he honestly already knows. Specially when her hot and wet walls begins to pulsate vividly around his cock, with a toss of her head and the most lewdly erotic moan of his name, spreading warm along all her body.

“T-Tommy, I-I feel it!” (Y/N) exhales against Toms breath, heart beating extremely fast, as her glassy eyes looked up at Tom

To help her reach her climax even faster, one of his hand sneaks between both their bodies. His thumb starts to rub her clit, causing a pure jolt to run through her.

❞ I know, baby. C-come again (Y/N), let yourself go... ❞ replies Tom, a mix between a whisper and a growl, without stopping.

“B-But- Ah! But I’m s-scared, Tommy...” almost sobs (Y/N), everything getting blurry and confused around her.

Tom keeps his movements going but slows down a bit to look at (Y/N) closely. Seeing her in this state of euphoria and distress breaks his heart so the demon starts kissing her cheeks and neck again, trying his best to confront her.

❞ I’ve got you, angel, and always I will... Fuck- don’t be scared ❞ Tom says, a moan escaping his lips as he feels her walls squeezed around him.

His groans increase but louder this time, his jaw clenching as he held his orgasm back for a little longer as the angel pulls him against her - even closer if that is even possible -, their breath hitting each other face.

❞ I-I’m here, (Y/N)... Fall apart for me, baby girl ❞ finally whispers Tom, going faster on his last thrusts.

“TOM!!”

❞ (Y/N)!! ❞

And that night, an angel and a demon fell apart.

But only to reborn as one, and stronger than before.

* * * *

❞ You feel alright, my love? ❞ questions Tom as he twirls a strand of (Y/N)’s hair around his finger.

The angel only hums. She snuggles up against his warm body, her face resting on his heart while she sleepily draws forms on his chest. Laying on his back, Tom keeps one arm around his lover while his other one stays behind his head. A silk sheet is now up to cover their naked bodies, still hot and sweaty from their previous passionate lovemaking.

There is no sound around. What time is it? No idea, by now probably the middle of the night. But who cares, really. Peaceful. That is how the two beings feel. Peaceful and happy. Finally. They succeeded in taking that big step that the Kingdom of Heaven forbade them to even think about many years ago. But their fear is all gone. And things will get even better from now on.

(Y/N) steals a glance at Tom while he is not watching. He stares at the ceiling of the bedroom, smiling but his eyes kind of somewhere else. And the angel knows when something is on his mind. Even after so long from being apart, she knows him by heart.

“Tommy, is there something wrong?” she murmurs, still looking at him.

The demon sighs and buries his nose in her hair, nuzzling it against her temples.

❞ I’m the happiness man right now, with my gorgeous woman in my arms. How can something be wrong? ❞

“I know you too well, dear” answers (Y/N) as she leaves a light kiss on his jaw. “Now, tell me.”

As she finishes her sentence, (Y/N) has no time to breath when Tom suddenly rolls on top of her, making her squeals and taking the sheet with them. He now attacks her with kisses everywhere on her still rosy face, while his hands tickle her waist. The angel starts giggling at the childish attitude of her lover but tries to stay serious.

“Oh b-bloody Hell, Tom! I’m still sensitive, c-careful!” she says in between laughters.

❞ Why yes, I mean... Hell is quite bloody, that’s my job though... ❞

“Are you for r-real?!”

❞ What? Can’t someone be the ruler of Hell AND funny? That’s the whole pack, baby girl. ❞

Tom slows his moves to then flops down delicately on top of her, his head hidden in her neck still letting his lips wonder on her skin there. A few minutes pass before Tom decides to talk.

❞ I’m just... thinking. That’s all. ❞

“Oh I think I heard these same words earlier this night” cheekily replies the angel.

❞ Stop being a smartypants, young lady. ❞

They both chuckle and there is again no word spoken. (Y/N) massages the demon’s scalp and shoulders with soft motions, according some extra attention at the base of his wings. He lets an almost inaudible growl in her neck, relaxing at the feeling of her thin and delicate fingers on him.

“So... What’s on your mind, my love?”

❞ ... Be my Queen. ❞

(Y/N) blinks a few times. Did she really hear what he just said?

“E-Excuse m-”

❞ Be my Queen, (Y/N). Marry me and be my Queen. ❞

She heard right, there is no denying it even if his voice was muffled because still in her neck. Slowly Tom raises his head to face his lover, looking at her deeply in the eyes, noses touching. Clear shock can be seen on her face. This sudden love declaration out of nowhere startled her, and words can’t find their way out of her mouth. Seeing her like this, Tom pecks her lips and succeeds in taking her out of her trance.

❞ I want you nowhere else but by my side, doll. No way in Hell I’m gonna let you go now. ❞

“Stop making puns about Hell and then maybe I will think about it...” (Y/N) muses as she raises an eyebrow, glancing at him.

❞ I’m HELLA funny, my dear. You can’t deny it! ❞

That damned smirk.

They share another fit of giggles, kissing each other faces as if their lives is depending on it. At some point (Y/N) finds herself on top of the demon, her legs on each side of his hips as he worships the view she offers him. Messy hair and rosy cheeks, but still perfect to him.

❞ I’d think you are trying to seduce me again with your naked glory, gorgeous lady... ❞ flirts Tom while feeling her hips in his hands.

“As if I’m the only one naked here...” (Y/N) purrs, her hands flat on his torso.

As they flirt back and forth, the angel’s eye suddenly catch the glimpse of something strange. Without a word, she approaches her face to get a closer look at one of Tom’s inside wings.

❞ What’s the matter, dove? ❞

“Wait a second, dear. Don’t move.”

Delicately, her fingers brush some dark feathers hiding behind his back. And there she sees it. Her eyes didn’t deceive her before. Her is a single but little feather, completely white between all the black ones. A white feather of an angel, a feather like hers. (Y/N) couldn’t help the smile on her face and as Tom notices that, he turns his head towards what his lover is looking at.

“It’s tiny, but beautiful” murmurs the angel, still caressing the single feather with the tip of her index finger.

Tom looks at it too. Never did he noticed it.

❞ It might be thank to you, love. ❞

Tom then takes her hand in his, kissing her palm before he snuggle his face in it.

❞ A beautiful angel sent from Heaven to help the pitiful King of Hell that I am... ❞ The smile on Tom’s soon becomes more dull, lost in deep dark thoughts.

(Y/N) doesn’t hesitate to firmly cup his face in both her hands, making the demon focus on her and her only.

“You are not pitiful in any way, Tommy. You are the bravest man that exists, the only one that went through so many horrifying times to then, being able to piece himself back together and start over again. You are the only one who can do that. You are strong, Tommy, never doubt about it.”

❞ Shit, you could almost make me cry angel... ❞

They now smile warmly again at each other, pure love written on their face. They have been through a lot, they are plenty aware of that. But the tables turned and they had another chance offered to them.

❞ I love you, princess. ❞

“Queen, baby. I accept to be your Queen” coos (Y/N), showing her brightest smile at her man.

Tom brings the angel into his torso, tightening the embrace until they both need to breath. Their giggles echo in the silent bedroom as the sound of shared kisses at some point.

❞ I’m yours, my Queen. ❞

“And I’m yours, my King.”

The promise is sealed by a languorous kiss.

“I’m heavenly yours.”

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Breaking Through the Iron Wall - Aone Takanobu x Reader

Chapter 13

I tried to brace myself for my mother's inherent rage as soon as the door parted from its frame - almost shivering with fear, I shuffled back into my own house - which was something the average person wasn't afraid of. I was close to cowering away.

But, of course - she wasn't there - she'd probably left for work without giving me a second thought, as usual. Normally, a child's closest bond is with their mother, but not me. I couldn't fully remember a time where she had actually been there for me. It was almost as if my dad was a single parent - single-handedly raising me where she took every opportunity to leave the house; alienating herself from myself and Dad.

However, just as he always was - Dad was sat at the dining table, ready with a humble breakfast - but the gesture of it making it seem like a decadent banquet. A bright, warm smile plastered itself upon his face when he saw me, like a dog seeing their owner for the first time in the while. "Hey, kiddo," he beamed, "how was last night?"

Taking the seat next to him at the table, I turned to him, ready to converse and partially unwind with him. "It was... Complicated to say the least. But I think that I helped someone yesterday." I stretched my arms out, looking up to the ceiling, releasing a large sigh as I did so.

"Oooh, do tell me more..." He jested, jiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Well," I hesitated for a while, "you've probably guessed where I was, so I'll just say it straight. Aone came here yesterday and told me that his dog was sick. Then, I went to the vet's with him and they said that his dog had around a week to live. And... I feel absolutely terrible for him: he thinks that it's all his fault. I'm just so worried about him." I looked down at my lap, tears pricking my eyes.

"Come here, kiddo." Dad suspired, holding his arms out for a hug. I almost fell into him, letting my tears fall. "(Y/N), don't cry, you've been a great friend, a truly amazing friend. I'm really proud of you, kiddo." Clinging onto him tighter, I started sobbing much harder - to the point that I could hardly form sentences. "You should eat something, okay? Then, you can go to bed and lay there all day. You deserve some rest." Feebly, I nodded, unlatched myself from our hug, wiped my eyes and began to eat. I hadn't eaten since dinner the day before. And as always, Dad's cooking was immaculate.

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After having my fill, I slowly slumped up the stairs. In the adjacent few minutes I'd changed into my pyjamas before flopping straight onto my bed, burying myself in the covers. Drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes. The sleep was dreamless yet peaceful, and also rather refreshing.

Arising as I heard a knock on my door, I rubbed my eyes - yawning as I did so. "Yeah?" I asked lethargically.

"Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?" Dad poked his head through the crack in the doorway, his face entertaining a warm yet goofy smile on his face.

"Mhm..." I hummed, sitting myself upright.

He sauntered into my room, plopping himself on the foot of my bed, "Are you feeling any better?" he inquired, letting his eyes wander around the posters and paintings on my walls.

"Just about," I replied, "I probably just needed some sleep." I too, let my eyes wander around my room, until they fell upon a photo frame of my parents and I - looking happy - a rare sight to see now. Dad seemed to notice me staring dejectedly at the picture, he piped up...

"About earlier..." rubbing his chin, he began to hesitate, "About your mum... I'm sorry that she left before you could even greet her."

"It doesn't matter," I acquiesced, "I'm used to it all by now."

"Oh kiddo, she's your mother, she should at least hold some conversation with you, let alone acknowledge your presence."

"I guess all families are different..." Flopping back onto my mattress - sighing.

"Maybe you should try and organise a little get together with her, once she gets out of work." He suggested, taking notice to my apparent apathy towards that conversation.

"But she's never not at work, though. She probably wouldn't even agree to it." Feeling alienated from my own mother, I sighed once again.

"Well... I'll see what I can do." He chirped, a mischievous grin rising on his cheeks, he had always had a certain penchant for scheming. Jumping up from my bed, he headed out of my room. But I didn't move until the pitter-patter of his feet on the stairs came to a halt.

I didn't care to move - only in a mood to lay on my bed, bundling myself in the covers again.

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I awoke again in the late afternoon, having seemingly fallen asleep yet again. But that time, I made the gut-wrenching decision to leave my room - for the downstairs.

Not bothering to change from my pyjamas, I slumped down the stairs and plonked my body straight onto the sofa, flicking on the television without caring to flick through the channels. Dinner went by as usual, just myself and Dad, sticking to the status quo. So did the night, sleeping a dreamless slumber, until it was time for school on Monday morning. Two days until the fated Tokyo trip.

I wasn't exactly excited for school that day, and surprisingly, neither was I excited for my overnight stay in the capital. As I trundled down to the station with my feet close to dragging behind me, a looming grey was cast over the sky - thrusting the atmosphere into a dreary aura of despondentness.

Drab air hung low, stagnant - the clouds threatened to release their lamentation - hurling it upon the earth. I walked as fast as I possibly could towards the station, holding a certain desire to shelter myself from the heavy weather before me. Once under the station shelter, the skies opened, pouring their woes onto the world before me, emptying their sorrows into the atmosphere.

Little before the scheduled time for the train's arrival - it came, chugging along the tracks steadily yet rapidly - coming to a stop right before my feet. Unusual for a Monday morning - the train had little to no passengers - as if our little town had morphed into one for ghosts. But to no surprise of mine, Aone sat in his usual seat - gazing out of the foggy window - casting a void glance to the pavement outside. His eyes were hollow, accompanied by hefty bags underneath them. Pallor more gaunt than normal, offering a truly despondent image to whoever let their gaze fall upon to that poor wreck.

He barely smiled as I seated myself beside him.

There was nothing.

He was truly empty.

Needing to distract him, I brought up a topic for conversation - it wasn't exactly light, though, "Did something happen?" I questioned, my voice close to breaking. However, he didn't respond - he simply shook his head, refusing to make eye contact with me. Burying his head further into his shoulders. I sighed, "Hey, I'm here now, you can tell me whatever is on your mind," Pausing, I gazed at the floor, "You do know that don't you?" Once again, rather than responding - he hummed in affirmation.

That boy was a wreck, I needed him to talk to me - I needed to let him breathe freely for once, "Please, talk to me, Takanobu. Please just tell me how you're doing" He simply sunk his head further down, as if he wished to dematerialise on the spot.

In between the cloth of his collar, he hummed a simple response, "Not good." He softly yet bluntly spoke. However, he finally turned towards me - his eyes beginning to prick with the spirits of tears - nothing fell down his cheeks. Offering me a 'grin' that was really a pained grimace. Succeeding that action, he swiftly brought my hand inside of his - endeavouring to find himself the smallest amount of comfort that he could muster.

Suddenly, I froze - my body perplexed by his abrupt action. I wasn't flustered - I was simply shocked.

Taking myself out of that reverie, I began another conversation, squeezing his palm lightly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I left you yesterday. I shouldn't have done that - just look at you now - this could have all been avoided." Beginning to ramble and panic - my heart rate rose. Takanobu seemed to take notice of that and gave my digits a warm squeeze in return, before completely letting it go, letting the drab, coarse air run along my skin.

"No..." He averred, almost breathlessly, "Don't say that."

Subsequently, I too, hummed in affirmation, giving only the word 'Okay' as a reciprocation. But further after that, following several moments of comfortable silence, I enounced, "Don't be afraid of asking me for help, Takanobu. You know I'll always be there for you." Saying that was usually a promise which I never made, simply in trepidation of being unable to follow through with it. What if one day I wasn't present - and someone really needed me?

Just like every other time, he stayed silent - a comfortable silence - telling me that he had comprehended my assurances.

For the rest of the journey, we remained marinating in the serene silence, not feeling a need for a soliloquy or verse. And during that time - Takanobu's eyes became warmer and fuller with life's essence than they were when I had first laid eyes on him that day. Even the leaden bags under his eyes had considerably lessened in their protuberance.

Something about what I had avowed during those short and sweet moments of conversation seemed to have lit a miniscule spark in his soul, reminding him of the tiny rays of light that still shone upon this world. Maybe there was hope for that wreck of a human.

All remained in that sense until we entered the gates to the school, only to be bombarded by the all too familiar presence of Futakuchi sauntering towards me. Before either of us could greet him, he spoke up, "Sorry to bother the both of you, but may I steal their royal highness for a moment or two?" Bearing his infamous smirk, turning me away from Takanobu before I could object or comply. Leading me a mediocre distance away, before stopping completely, "Sooooo..." He began, "I heard about what you did at the weekend and I just want to tell you about my absolute gratitude about that. Your majesty, you truly treat your royal subjects stupendously." Turning me back around swiftly, he offered me no chance to reply - as if he had planned the entire conversation word for word. I began strolling back towards Takanobu, ready to start the day as soon as possible. "Now then, get back to your royal duties, your majesty." He really was idiosyncratic.

Every scheduled situation went by as passably as it should have been, each lesson bearing no differences or defining qualities compared to any other. Hiroko and Rea were as distinct as always, each of them the Ying to the other's Yang. An excitable puppy with a rather aloof feline. Even the weather beheld nothing remarkable.

The train ride and walk home also held no similarities, but not until a request materialised inside my mind, and unlike me - I released it unto the outside world immediately. "Hey, Takanobu - would you mind if I gave Shiro a visit?"

As usual he gave no demur, simply nodding in ratification - letting me follow him towards his home, towards his best friend whom had been fated to leave everyone earlier than he should have.

Once the door stood ajar, a four-legged creature bounded towards us - his face scrunching up in pure delight, unaware of his dwindling clock. In an instant, Takanobu's face lit up considerably, the bags under his eyes completely disappearing - as if a miracle had arisen right in front of his eyes. Shiro howled, also enamoured with the sight of being reunited with his best friend. However, beside Shiro stood another figure, a woman - tall and plump - streaks of white running along her raven hair. Even though she had the traces of age running along her face, a youthful glow still exuded from her. Her mouth trailed from side to side in a permanent smile. Upon seeing me, her smile seemed to grow even wider. "Ah, hello. It's very nice to meet you, I'm Ejiri Aone, Takanobu's Aunt. My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, my dear?" The effervescent woman beamed - striking her arms out for a hug, and without a warning - she scooped me up into the warmest hug I had felt for the longest of times.

"It's nice to meet you too, I'm (Y/N) (L/N) - you could call me a friend of Takanobu's." I giggled, demurely - as it took her several eons for her to release me from her vice.

"Nonsense!" Chuckling vigorously, she motioned for us to step inside, "Anyone that my Takanobu can trust is instantly a member of our family! So, would you like anything to drink, my dear?" Honestly, it surprised me that someone so outwardly convivial could be so closely related to Takanobu - someone whose insides were bound by his exterior. So much so, that he had somewhat lost jurisdiction over many aspects of his life.

"Just water if I may." I replied - heading over to the sofa where Shiro sat, wagging his tail in diluted ecstasy. His fur appeared to be more scarce than it was when I had last laid eyes on him - even if that was less than forty-eight hours before. That simply delineated how quickly he was falling in a downwards spiral. Not a single thing could stop him from doing so.

In less that a minute, Ejiri had brought me a glass of water, sitting down nest to me after she did so. “(Y/N), would you care to tell me about yourself?" She questioned, a genuine smile of reassurance stretched across her cheeks.

Taken aback, I answered, "Well... I used to live in a little town in Northern Hokkaido until recently. At first, Miyagi seemed strange and alien to me, but it's a welcoming place now. I can’t say that my life's interesting - I'm an only child and live with my Mother and Father. I'm the manager for the school's volleyball team, and other than that - there's nothing much to me." Expressing that was made me truly uncomfortable - talking about myself always seemed rather bizarre to me - especially to someone with whom I had recently met. However, there was something about Ejiri's aura that made her exude a sense of welcoming and enticement - calming those who were gifted with her presence.

Beaming back at me, her eyes softened, glazing over with a sheen of humanity and compassion, "You know, (Y/N) - I only moved back to Miyagi recently after spending just over thirty years abroad in Denmark - Ærøskøbing specifically. During that time - I've fostered close to fifteen children; each from a different side of the world. I wanted nothing more than to benefit them entirely - each one of them deserved the world. But, after moving back to Japan, I had to put that entire life behind me, for the sake of my family. And now, I am almost always at the hospital, working. It's not often that I can spend time with Takanobu, so it's consoling to know that there's someone there for him. You're a good kid, my dear." Her words took me by shock - how she had laid her life's discrepancies bare to me - even within an hour of meeting me. It was like she knew exactly what to say.

While I sat, playing with Shiro - Ejiri and I carried on conversation - simply chatting about whatever subject she could dream up, and it made me realise - how much I craved a loving mother figure. Ejiri worked tirelessly to provide for her nephew, still managing to scrape enough free time to spend time with him. Whereas, my mother worked relentlessly - never letting herself rest - but even when nothing occupied her - it seemed that she would go out of her way to avoid even looking at me. It hurt, terribly.

As soon as I knew it, nearly two hours had passed and I bid the three farewell. Meeting Ejiri certainly wasn't expected, however I couldn't complain about that escapade - in that little amount of time, her influence had cast an almost enlightening shadow over my life, as her welcomed me into hers completely. Takanobu was truly fortunate to have an Aunt like her, perhaps too fortunate...

#aone #aone takanobu #aone x reader #aone takanobu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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literally-just-mirio-headcanons · 4 years

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Since you reference it in your rules and I’m a sucker for the trope, how about some Royal Arrange Marriage AU HCs with Mirio and Fem!Reader? Plz! Your fellow Mirio Lover needs her fix xD

I LOVE THIS YES SO much I hecking love AUs like this 😣💕💕💕

You're not happy about this arrangement.

Are you willing to do this to unite your kingdoms and stop your parents from waging war? Yes.

But to have to marry a complete stranger in the name of peace!?

You knew you were gonna be forced into it, but geez you always thought your parents would have you two meet at a ball first at least!

But nope, all it took as some papers being signed and suddenly you were whisked away to the kingdom of your fiancee!

You can envision the horrible scene about to play out as you walk down the hall of this immaculate palace.

He's probably way older than me, probably a creeper, he's probably secretly mean too, I wish I didnt have to do th-

"Hello y/n!"

You're suddenly pulled out of your scary daydream and look down to see not a scary old grouch, but a kind young man with a very nice smile.

It feels like time slowed down for a moment so you could observe his features better.

Beautiful blue eyes, golden hair, a button nose, and again, a very kind and charming smile.

You notice how gently he kisses your hand as he bows to you, a sweet contrast from the energetic aura he gave off.

"I'm so happy to meet you y/n!! Since the moment my parents told me about this arrangement I've been dying to meet you and get to know my beloved properly!!"

You were shocked at how bold he was, calling you his "beloved" right on the first meeting? Who did this guy think he was!?

"Ah, yes well um-"

Before you can properly scold him for the use of such infomalities, you feel a strong arm being linked with yours, and your feet being guided away from the main hall and down a random corridor.

"I thought doing something fun might be a good icebreaker for us! Soooooo I asked my assistant to keep our chaperones busy so I could give you a tour of the castle!"

You chuckle little at how excited he seems to be

"But Mi- oh uh....hold on- what would you like me to call you?"

"What do you mean?" :)

"Y'know....do you want me to address you as 'Your Majesty' or uh 'Prince Togata' .....or.......something?"

"Ooooooooh! I see! Nah, you my beloved, can call me whatever you want! But if you're unsure, I always like being called by my first name!"

Your cheeks darken a bit at his boldness, he was so casual about all this! But you attempt to act unaffected as you clear your throat

"Er- okay then Mirio....why did you pull me a away when I was already on a castle tour?"

"Because my beloved! This isnt just any ole tour! This-"

He pauses as he moves a small statue on a bookshelf, curiously placed in the empty corridor you were in, revealing the bookshelf was actually a door!

You gasp at this suprise and Mirio's eyes are bright as he leads you through he doorway, finally finishing what he was saying:

"This my dear y/n, is the secret tour"

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙

Man, I really need to stop writing almost one shots before doing actual headcanons 😂 gosh okay so let's get into it!

H your first thought when meeting him is:

Puppy......buff.....puppy man......

He's so excited to show you EVERYTHING!

Spoils you to the point where you have to be the one going "dude.......chill pls"

He's so caring, constantly checking in on you

"Are you warm enough princess? My cloak is plenty warm if you need it!"

"Dearest you seem solemn today.....do you wanna talk about it?"

It takes you a bit to notice but, as affectionate as Mirio is with words, he really isnt physically affectionate in the beginning other than holding your hand.

Hes quite the cuddlebug, but he's also a respectful gentleman! He's not gonna kiss or snuggle you till he knows you're comfortable!

Gosh once he knows what you're okay with?? He's gonna hurl an avalanche of over-the-top affection your way,He's cuddling you 24/7 bro

He's snuggling you the second you wake up

He's snuggling you in the library when you two are on the couch and reading

Heck if you're down he'll have you on his lap during small meetings so he can continue to snuggle you.

Battle strategist: uh- your majesty?

Mirio, looking very serious while resting his chin on the top of your head: Yes Sir? Is something wrong?

Battle strategist: er;; n-no your majesty

All of the staff, heck the whole kingdom is used to Mirio's overwhelming love and respect for you

And yeah, in case you're wondering: they do ship it.....its already like a thing but....y'know

Mirio is gonna open up to you really quickly just... be prepared for that.

Like its gonna start 9ut with him randomly blurting put embarrassing things he did as a kid, but it starts to shift to your whole arrangement, and he sounds almost sad about it sometimes...

"I'm....I'm sorry princess.....I'm sorry you were forced into this....I know you didnt want to be stuck with me against your will....I mean- I adore you, but we're kinda strangers! And.....you shouldnt have to marry a stranger, you should get to marry someone you love and want to be with of you own will...."

Oh no I made it sad D:

But he'll look up at you, eyes still shimmering with this innocent hope, and a very soft determination

"I.....know you didnt want this but.....I hope that maybe, If I try really hard, I can make this something you dont hate at least, because I want you to be comfortable....I want you to live here, not feel trapped here....so if there's anything I can do, just tell me princess"

Gosh he's so sweet no wonder you fell head over heels for him a few days in ;)

Please imagine him asking you to marry him properly once you both grow closer and fall in love ;u;

"But Mirio we're already mar-"

"No sunshine, that was for responsibity, this time?"

He squeezes your hand a smidge, eyes welling up as he says what he's been hoping to do since he first had the thought

"This time its gonna be for love"

#mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata imagine #mirio hcs #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #gosh im such a silly sap i almost cried at the end of writing this

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sweetobseesion · 4 years

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ABOUT YEONHWA

•This is a very long post that can be considered a rant ,but I use valid points that sound valid to me .And yes, I hate her for reasons I’ll discuss below.

We all love a independent , strong female lead don’t we? Especially, a woman who is strong, intelligent female charector in Historical Saeguks, who doesn’t rely on men for support and ruthlessly cry over them.

I have to admit, when I first came across Yeonhwa I was,thrilled. She was completely enchanting on screen, with her looks , posture and aura. Her hatred for Hae Soo didnt put me off so much. But slowly and surely, she started ticking me off as the drama progressed. While we saw many charecters like Soo and So evolve, but we saw her evolve backwards, as in she became far less likable as the episodes progress.

At first when we are introduced to her in her robes with a string of sevants at her beck, we are not denied of her sneaky , smug personality. In fact, the first thing Soo notices was how she likes to put people down in a roundabout way, and her crooked smile and expresion. Which is a very accurate depiction of her personality.

At the very first episode, we see her immaculate manipulation skills as she basicallly manipulates Soo into mixing the glue on her own accord.

I was still rooting for her though, and I was willing to give her the benefit of doubt, as she seemed to genuinely care about her family and So. I very much believed her stance of pushing her brother to get into a stronger political marraige to protect her family and that she had genuine affection for her brothers and their lives, when they tried to get Soo out of a political marraige.

It’s obvious from the first episodes that she and Soo don’t get along. Especially in episode four she clearly gets a rise out of whipping Soo. The actress mentioned there was a reason why she hated her long that wasn’t shown but I think her deep resentment comes from Hae Soo refusing to show respect and easily obey her in the first episodes.That’s why she is so pissed at her.

For Yeonhwa, status and reputation are the most important.Especially after her exile , she works very hard at presenting this sweet, poslished image of herself to the world.She is happy when Soo is about to be married off,but she is pissed when she learns it’s her father. Why? Because that would mean Soo would surpass her in social status and to Yeonhwa nothing more is nightmarish than treating Soo as her equal.

All that pretence came crashing down in episode seven, where her true manipulative nature and motive is revealed. I have to give it to her because boy did she really own this episode. We first see her encouraging her brother to be King while playing the sweet, caring sister. Smiling sweetly and stating to him that she will not mind if she is even sold off, stating she will only marry someone who will help him become King.

Earlier , we see her play the perfect daughter to the King, smiling sweetly, saying pretty much what she said to Wook, that she does not mind being married off, but in a different fashion that shows she trusts and loves her father. We see her try hard to fix her face from showing her true ambition, and saying the right things that only bring him joy.

This sets her on her mission for pretty much the entire drama. Whether it’s marrying one of the princes or being a sister, she only wants to align herself and remain family with whoever eventually sists on the throne. She wants to be Royalty, for life.

There is no need for love for her, in her mind there is only ambition and power.

In episode seven, we see her play the sweet sister all over again,but this time to gain the sympathy of her brothers, as she arranges a brithday party for Eun, where she announces the King’s decision to marry her off to incite sympathy and action from them.

This is where her hypocrisy is defined at it’s finest. Because she judged for Soo for getting help from the princes so hard and now she is pretty much expecting the same. And it’s all fine on her part because they are Royalty.

She does get the attention she wanted as Yo offers his hand in marraige,but she sets her eyes on So, in whom she sees great potential but admits needs more power and polishing. As she admittedly stated that she wanted to tame him in an earlier episode.

I think she sees in So a potential to be King,but she also sees in him a potential to be controlled, and that is why she chases him. I think she is very aware of his capacity and true, kind nature and that is why she concludes this.

I guess she wants all the recognition for turning a wild prince into a powerful , capable King.

But the thing is, she is a very skilled liar and her loyalties lie all over the place. She pushes her brother to be king, but she also keeps Yo on his toes without rejecting him completely while she chases So, offering him the power that she is pushing her brother to chase. She very much enjoys people fighting over her as it makes her feel powerful, as clearly shown in her expressions in episode five.

She accuses Soo of playing with people’s emotions and betraying her brother, but she does the exact same thing. Intentionally. As early as episode seven.

I think she hates Soo because she easily won the affection and loyalties of the princes without making an effort ,is easily favoured by them, and is protected by all of them. And she does so without having the ettiquette, understanding of the palace nor does she have the position, but she is easily given all the privilleges, even being allowed to be a part of a royal birthday celebration.She’s a contradiction to every thing she ever learnt and she captures the hearts of two of the men she cares for.

So when Soo manages to get the interest of So, she immediately loses the hold she has over him and silently watches in scathing jealousy as both So and the Princes become completely enthralled by Soo’s performance. She doesn’t understand her and she only sees her as the threat.

We see her continue to put Soo in her place and her hatred and her vengence to have her removed festers in episode nine, when her brother is so willing to give up everything and move to their hometown to settle down with Soo.

Yeonhwa has this clear pretense she uses, playing the victim and having justifiable resons. She cities the reason of protecting their clan and constantly brings up what Queen Yoo did to them. But she contradicts her own grudge, by teaming up with the same person who is responsible for their exile to get what she wants.

I think this makes it clear what her loyalties and priorities lay, she will team with her mother’s enemy and even her own, if that enemy can provide her with the assistance that her family refuses to provide.

So she teams up with Yoo to poison the Crown Prince , while secretly arranging to eliminate Soo at once. I think this is her another tactic,to place a card on the table while hiding one under her sleeve.

When her plan goes awry, she is shocked that the man she has her eyes on will drink the poison for the woman she hates. So she pretends to drink the poison, pretty much imitates So and falls and gets the Queen to expose it, as she weakly states to get help for So. Brilliant execution,on her part.

Most say this expresses her love for him, while I say this exposes her brilliant, conniving mind, and the ability to play the perfect, self-sacrificing women in society’s eyes.She does it mainly because it will be a waste of all her efforts,whether its the scheming or pushing both her brother and So to be King at once.

But Soo escapes execution, but this does get her brother to finally act on her wishes and break up with Soo, and she is delighted.

She also uses and throws away people, and she tactfully does this with Queen Yoo. And she also places the blame on Queen Yoo for Court lady Oh’s death, which logically the blood really is on her hands, as it was the result of her efforts to have Soo framed. Again, playing with guilt and emotions. Showing no remorse or responsibility.

Her brother, pretty much grows cold and distant,as he now hates her for what she did to his relationship and is willing to offer her up as collateral in order for his bid for the throne. I don’t support him, but he is pretty much stating what she promised him episode seven. She still rejects Yo, as she doesn’t want to be just one of his wives, and approaches So, offering him marraige.

And she finally states and reveals her true colors to him. Finally stating that she was lacking something, despite all the love and privilleges, and finally realised that power was what she needed, when in exile.

She still plays her card as a innocent women perfectly, stating she has loved him for long and is destined to be with him and hence, marraige.

We all know she is doing this to escape being collateral, and will immediately push him to be king if he agreed.

But he doesn’t so she sticks to her brother, encourages him to fake a decree and use the oppertunity to become King.

Feels no sadness when her father dies, silently vows she will reach the very ambition that he didn’t want her to have.

But still she isn’t compeletly loyal to her brother, as she literally offers So her power and the oppertunity to be King while blocking the roads for her brother.I was pretty sure she would’ve been moved if So said he wanted to be King to claim her heart instead of Soo’s. But he doesn’t, so she blocks his path.

In episode fifteen, we see the full extent of her personality, namely her very flaws. We see how hypocrytical, shallow, vain and foolish she really is , while reminding us that she is still very much the person who has mastered the art of the double game.

We see her get shocked at Wook’s confession, while he’s literally out here carrying the same act that she planned years ago : Poisoning Mu.

We still see her foolishly still have hopes of being Yo’s queen, as she silently hints at the ring he gave her years ago. This was her most foolish moment, as it showed how little she understood or had humanity. I don’t know what caused her to conclude that Yo would still harbor affection for her and take her as his Queen , after she rejected him, humiliated him and betrayed him. In her mind, she foolishly thinks people will accept, love and praise her if she offers them power, but what she doesn’t realise is people act around her that way because they have to, there’s nothing true or genuine about thier motives, and they usually want something from her.Like she wants something from them.

Yo puts her in her place and informs her that she will be sent to Khitan, and we finally get to see her break. She’s very alone in this and this is very much the result of her reckless, misplaced loyalties and scheming.

She goes to Soo to manipulate her into taking her place and to make her give up on So, but Soo refuses and she states the most punchable line of hers yet.

“Now I know why I always hated you. For you, feelings and marriage are just silly games. They aren’t life and death like they are for me.”

It’s very much a punchable line because it shows how shallow and irresponsible she really is. She ended up where she is because of her own devious, reckless actions but she blames this woman who’s been minding her own buisness and places the blame on her while seeing herself as the victim.

She is a Princess with a family and it’s not only her who marries to elevate. It’s every woman’s duty to marry well and protect their family in Goryeo.Even Hae Soo ends up marrying for survival,just like she escaped it .She has more pressure becuase well, she is a Princess and it’s her duty. Every Royal family member married someone they did not like because,well responsibility.But she can’t accept it because it’s literally her one disadvantage and she uses it to play victim. Again.Soo’s perception only differs because its quite modern.

She promises she will make Soo regret it, and she plays the double game perfectly. She offers the whereabouts of a wanted Prince to the King in exchange for stopping her marraige, and since the whereabouts happened to b Soo’s quarters, she reveals it So as well, hoping to break off their relationship as she smiles smugly.

She knows very well, that the infomation is going get the prince killed. And the Prince is a brother she grew up with, who is being framed but she is happy that the information is breaking off a relationship she hated.

So leaves the palace for a while and she supports her brother, but she and her mother are quick to switch her loyalty to So when he satges a coup and becomes King.

She then pressures her brother who she used to push to be King, to get his help to now push her to be Queen. And,she succeeds.And still foolishly assumes she has won, as she sits triumphantly on the throne.It’s the night of the consummation,and she is still so naive and foolish,thinking this marriage and power is going to help her win the heart of the man she wanted. While him,the King was being forced into it and to break the heart of the woman he loves. She looks at him expectantly and he just walks away. So she continues her political diplomacy and tells him to get rid of Hae Soo,as she is a “risk”and he basically puts her in her place,telling her to be satisfied with being Queen.

This where we finally get to see her cry,and we don’t feel for her at all. She is sad but not deveasted and it shows how naive she really is . Because all I see is a girl crying,not a broken hearted woman. I guess that’s all she was deep down, a little girl with thirst for power, whose ambitions were nurtured due to her spoiled upbringing, who by her admission, had a brother that never said no to her since she was young.

She doesn’t give up easily ,and she sets off to get the King’s trust and break his relationship with Soo. But the King ignores her and she waits until their relationship is Rocky to seduce him,and she tries to trick him by pretending to be Soo.

This is where in my opinion, I truly understood how her mind works.She is a woman of her times ,yes but she is not exactly a original thinker or a broad minded person. She listens,watches and learns from the scheming woman around her and lusts after power and things that are far from her reach. She is smart but not wise, as trying to trick the King into sleeping with her only exposes her devious ways,makes her look untrustworthy. The thing is for all the times people praise her for her intelligence, they forget that she has born and raised to be that way. Her schemes and plans are meticulous because besides seeing them, she also has nothing but time to carefully think and plan her plots, since she doesn’t have to work nor does she have responsibilitiy like her brothers. I think the drama, did a very good job in aligning her with Yo in earlier episodes.Like Yo,she has the appearances and qualities of the Perfect Royalty,but what they both truly lack is tact,understanding of their true responsibility and original and innovative thinking. They are both not adept at handling pressure and easily break when things don’t go their way. The only difference is Yeonhwa knows how to hide it better.She is corrupt, narrow minded and the definition of wasted beauty and brains,because there is no point in having it all if your priorities and perceptions are fucked up. She doesn’t even want to be a human, she wants to be “ a God above the King”.

The King is furious but this time he sees right through her, and gets her right where it hurts: power. He makes a deal to consummate their marriage and make their child a Crown Prince but in exchange she has to throw away their family and she does , in a heartbeat.

So the King frames her brother and plans to execute him,she doesn’t bat an eye. Her mother approaches her and she basically puts her in her place stating that she is the Queen now and that she has far more things to be concerned about than her brother’s crimes. And her mother is shocked and there is no end to her arrogance.

That is power to Yeonhwa: the need to feel important,powerful,superior and control others and watch as people bow down to her. Everything comes down to her and she has no consideration for anything beyond her. That is why she deserves to be put in her place, as it’s dangerous putting absolute power in her hands, as it’s similar to putting a favourite a toy in a child’s hands. One can only watch as she plays with it until it breaks.

Her brother gets exiled and she still isn’t satisfied and she can’t digest the fact that she has to make sacrifices and get judged while Soo gets all the love. She walks in and as per usual ,places the blame on Soo while saying the most despicable line yet.

“You ruined everything,yet you shamelessly still live?”

An apt sentence applicable to herself, I’ve always chuckled at how much the things she says to Soo to degrade her are more applicable to her than anyone else.

As she wishes,Soo leaves and dies.But the King doesn’t trust her and doesn’t give her the chance to get involved in politics and she spends her days begging him to visit her and her children. But he’s colder than ever.

The thing about Yeonhwa is ,she has agency and is smart,but she is far from empowering.She props the very system that subjugates her as she only seeks to reap the maximum benefits from it. Her political sense is very narrow ,as it limited to scheming, controlling the clans and elevating herself. The big ambition that she always speaks about cannot be visionary if it doesn’t extend beyond elevating herself. As she would realise later, having the throne won’t make you safe, happy or noteworthy. Because, politics and power is gigantic responsibility more than anything else. This is why Soo unironically ends up having more influence, than her because she sees how the throne affects everyone.We rarely see Yeonhwa understand and express opinions or interests beyond the scheming for power. Authority is making the right desicions , improving the economy, caring for the people ,balancing political and social structure , foreign relations and war tactics.It’s not all power and glory and “ honour and recognition”.This is why sadly, she ends up being a Queen who’s forgotten, despite being the Kings only wife.

I would’ve rooted for her and even accepted her if she showed true,broader understanding of politics and had a true passion for it. But all she has is fascination and obsession.

Powerful Queens throughout history,though hated and slandered at their times, are remembered because they proved to be capable and wise and tended to their responsibility well.No one can deny their ability or legacy,and they mostly sought to uplift their sex during their reign.

Yeonhwa doesn’t care for the responsibility and is very demeaning to her own sex.She usually sees other other women as rivals.Shown through her attitude to Soo or when she asks Yo to divorce his wife.In her mind she is the only capable ,perfect women and other women are below her and she doesn’t bat an eye if they suffer.

Most conclude that Yeonhwa lacks empathy because she was raised in those times. But that’s not true,though you can’t afford love if you’re royalty ,that doesn’t mean you don’t experience it. King Taejo had a love. So,Baek Ah,Eun all experience and show love. Is it just because she is a princess in exile ? No,she very clearly states she lacked something when she had everything as a child. If the exile didn’t happen,she would’ve realised her power hungry nature anyway, as there is no end to her greed and Jealousy, till the end. Even in the last scene we see her hate So’s reforms because she interprets them as gifts to Soo out of Jealousy without realising how powerful it makes her.

The thing is,Just because she is a princess doesn’t mean she is meant to lack empathy. Most conclude this because she is the only princess we see. But the thing is, there is another Princess with the beauty ,wit and scheming skills who can love and be a decent ,kind human being. Her name is Woo Hee,and she sacrificed herself for her people. She was a spy yes,but for a greater cause. She had a horrible childhood , tried to kill and killed a man but that was the true definition of trying to survive. She matured and puts aside her grudges and never inflicts pain on others. Unlike Yeonhwa,she truly understands the responsibility she represents.

If you’re still adamant,let’s take the example of Jung,who was born a Prince and was spoiled in a similar way like Yeonhwa. He can be bull-headed and polarising ,but he understands his responsibility as a prince and fights wars. He loves Soo dearly and selflessly raises her child ,though he never gets the love he craves from her.

All of this leads me to conclude, Yeonhwa is and was the same person she is now. She is vain,shallow ,arrogant and greedy. She wants to be a Kingmaker but she is very shallow and extreme in her execution, as countless scheming displays ambition that never goes unnoticed. Being a Kingmaker requires wit,knowledge, trust and silence. You only help your Prince if he needs it, you don’t push him to it and you try to hide your ambition and knowledge and show your support continuesly . And Soo does this , while Queen Yoo and Yeonhwa make a fool of themselves by putting pressure and scheming. The whole royal family knew of their scheming nature and left them alone in the end.

Her loneliness is well deserved and part of her own making. She threw everyone away and everyone ignored her in the end. She is very much an improved version of Queen Yoo, everyone , especially her family and clan can see it. She stated that she wants power to protect her clan but she proves that she cares little about it,as even in her reign as Queen ,her family was in exile and their clan probably lost their standing. Just like Queen Yoo’s reign.Her mother is now competing with her for the throne.Like she did with Queen Yoo.

But atleast Queen Yoo has other Queens and Court ladies to bully. Yeonhwa has no one but herself and she just has to just settle for it.

In conclusion ,she is the least sympathetic,redeemable villain I’ve come across. What led me to not sympathise with her is how she easily plays victim while she is the most privileged,protected person in the story. Everyone thinks she protected herself,but the truth is she would be nowhere without her position and family. She would be done for if Wook confessed her crimes. I hate it when people who have everything continue to complain about their lives and insist they have it worse more than anyone else,while clearly being ignorant to the suffering of other around them. Every Villain in MLSHR had a redeeming quality,motive ,circumstance or atleast a redeeming relationship with another character. They atleast showed tiniest bits of remorse for their actions and acknowledge villainy. We don’t see her do either ,and she Probably sees her current situation as unfair,still refusing to admit her villainy. She is meant to be hated and interpreted as evil, and I have to give props to Kang Hanna, as she played the role to perfection.

If I had to say one thing about her though, I think marriage for her is survival in a sense that she’s surviving by protecting the only thing she’s known: power. Unlike Hae Soo, while she has her intelligence, she doesn’t have any special skill,knowledge or understanding of life outside the royal family. She doesn’t want to be the wife of a noble or go to Khitain, because it doesn’t provide her with security or position. I think she’s so accustomed to the privileges and riches that she can’t live a life beyond that. She considers it to be lowly and impossible. Her position is the only thing that protects her.While Soo had the favour of four kings,Yeonhwa only had her family and position to keep her safe.

I will admit that she did have her feminist moments, and I appreciate how she was willing to not settle for less. I loved it when she asked if the only way to control women is through marriage and tries to use marriage to elevate herself. But the thing is marriage is control and it all comes down to the value your husband is willing to put on you,especially in patriarchal times like Goryeo. This is discussed in episode five and is very telling of its time. If you’re husband doesn’t trust you and treats you like property,there’s nothing you can do as your worth is attached to the value he sees in you. Do I feel bad for her? No, she very much wanted to reap the benefits of patriarchy than put an end to it . Truth is ,she wanted to control him instead and if she did suceed then only God can help Goryeo.

EDIT: I wondered for long ,why is her character so despicable and greedy,after some contemplation,I’ve reached it.Its for the purpose of historical accuracy, as when you see international version,you see that her mother is plotting to push her grandson on the throne,due to Yeonhwa’s betrayal and thus her nephew becomes King.Historically,Gwangjong mistrusted his five year old son , making her devious and scheming gives depth to that. Her Son ,ruled for five years and had very little interest in politics,which again can be attributed to her ambition and pushy ways. In history her daughters were married off to powerful nobles to establish a strong power base ,which in MLSHR universe proves her to be a hypocrite because we all what she did to escape being married into a noble family.

But it’s exactly what gets her in the end, because at the end of the show her mother pushes her nephew to be King , who ends up marrying her Daughter probably due to her efforts, and her daughter betrays her like she betrayed her mother and becomes his Queen if MLSHR universe is to be assumed. Classic Karmic retribution If I might say.

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#yeonhwa #hwangbo yeonhwa #moon lovers #scarlet heart ryeo #kang ha na #mlshr:characterstudy #mlshr #i hate her #i really can't with this bitch #Moonlovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo #QueenDaemok #hae soo #wang so #kdrama

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Honey (PJM)

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•masterlist

•jimin idol au! x reader

•7.6k words

•fluffy stuff, she gets a bit angsty though, but swiftly back to the fluffy stuff. like a cotton candy sandwhich...idk. I regret that metaphor. Immediately 🤭😂🙈. Lol.

•one shot

• (technically in the same universe as this drabble, but can be read totally independent of each other) happy birthday, baby boy

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Jimin was positively glowing today. The buzz around him was always electric after a performance, but it was extra fantastic today. He’d been in his element all night and it showed- he carried himself differently then. He stood taller, shoulders back, chest and perfect chin lifted to the heavens. his skin glistened under the can lights like fresh dew in the morning sun and god, were you helplessly in love with him.

After you’d accepted his proposal, he was insistent that you be present on as much of the tour as possible. He’d said he couldn’t stand to be away from you so he’d swept you up and away into his breakneck pace with him. Which is precisely how you wound up here- half a world away, snacking on a bite sized lemon tart behind the set of a British late night talk show and trying your absolute hardest to keep up as the boys were herded away to take photos following their performance.

The press tour for their new comeback had found the boys in five cities in the past four days- it had been relentless- but Jimin was beaming. Your beautiful boy was doing exactly what he was made for. Laughing and smiling with every stranger he met, enticing a crowd as he danced, drinking in this big fantastic world with bright eyes at every opportunity. You- however- were exhausted.

Sure it was exhilarating to see his life but it was another thing entirely to live it. Especially since this wasn’t actually your job- so you were never entirely quite sure what to do with yourself. You cheered on every performance and celebrated at every dinner, but there was also a tremendous amount of time where you couldn’t really be with Jimin and didn’t actually have something to do. You felt like such a stranger all the time who didn’t know how to keep up the pace.

You’d never been around this many people and you were terrified of getting in the way. No matter how incredible this was, it was still his job. You were a nervous wreck fearing you’d accidentally mess something up. Your elegant eggshell dance was getting overwhelming- that is, until you’d see him. His eyes would find you across the room and crease into those perfect moons and in an instant, you knew you’d do anything for him. You knew you were right where you belonged. You swear, that smile was how he got you to do everything these days. You weren’t really complaining either.

The crowd pushed you into a room filled with giant light panels and sweeping white backdrops- a perfect space to capture the seven golden boys on film. Jimin was standing coifed and perfect along the far edge of the room. He was still in his structured yellow suit from his performance and his presence honestly filled the entire room. His hair had been newly tinted the most delicious shade of honey for this comeback and swept away from his elegant face. The way it shamelessly showed off his bone structure made him look so regal and highborn. You’d be clamoring in line to take his picture too.

As the boys were arranged in line across the backdrop, you noticed Jimin’s eyes searching for someone. You’d assumed he was probably looking for a stylist or staff member until his ethereal grey eyes settled on you, waving you over. Hesitantly, you wove through the cloud of people and settled beside him.

“Yes, love?” You whispered.

“There you are. You’ve been so far away all night!” He was directed to form a bit of a long conga line-esque shape with his boys, him forming the caboose, and twisted his back away from you. You tried to slip out of frame, but he slipped a hand back to grab you.

“Hey, no. Stay with me. I missed you all night.”

“Jimin, you’re working. I’ll get in the way. You can’t use a shot if I’m accidentally in it”

“Then they’ll crop you out.” He insisted.

“Baby, I’m serious. Let me go.” You pleaded, nervously glancing around the set.

“Stay.” He said firmly, his voice resolute but sweet. “I want you by me.” He peaked back over his shoulder with the most dazzling smile. Shoot. And just like that, you were lost all over again.

“Jimin, that’s not fair. How dare you trick me like that.” Your brows furrowed as your lower lip stuck out.

“Like what?” He asked innocently. His giggle was infectious as he licked his lips to stifle a smile. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You know damn well how good you look right now. I don’t appreciate you using it against me” You pouted. He deftly slipped his hands behind him, tugging your wrists until they slipped around his waist. Curse this flirtatious boy. He knew exactly how to pull you in. Your eyes still danced around the room to make sure no one from BigHit was coming for your head, but when no one did, you felt your resolve crack as your cheeks happily pressed against his back with a smile he couldn’t see. The citrus swell of his cologne was warm and sweet, and God, it made you just want to take a bite out of him.

His head dipped forward as he laughed, showing off his beautiful neck. Forgetting yourself, you pressed forward on your toes, leaning into his back to come up and over to kiss the bare skin on his neck, a shudder running through him. God, he was so pretty. He’d gotten so much sun this year. First on vacation with the boys and then with you. The bright suit and dirty blonde hair just highlighted how beautiful his skin was these days. As the tip of your nose trailed across golden skin, You couldn’t help but sink a cloud of kisses into it as his airy giggle floated around your ears.

“See? You clearly missed me too. I don’t know why you’re complaining.” He winked back over his shoulder at you, wisps of blonde hair falling into his face. He tipped his chin down to give the camera heavy lidded eyes as his free hand snaked behind him to tangle with your fingers

“You’re a troll, you know that? Can’t stand you.” You sneared, nose scrunched but lips curled in a smile, tugging a hand free in defiance.

“What a shame. Cuz I can’t live without you.” He sing songed. “This tour is gonna get real uncomfortable with that kind of attitude, y/n. Just sayin.” He shrugged nonchalantly, a smug smile on his devilish lips. He hadn’t caught the way your heart sank at his words.

“It’s already hard for me.” You confessed to no one but yourself. Your words had been the smallest ghost of a whisper beneath your breath, but they pricked Jimin’s heart immediately.

“Hey. Wait….What?” Jimin shifted his weight back on his hip, his sculptured face softening in concern as you tried to slip your guilty hand away. Shoot. “Hey. No, don’t. I heard that, Jagi. What’s wrong?”

Your cheeks blushed softly, guilt tinting them pink at being caught. “Oh nothing. I’m sorry baby. Don’t worry about it. Forget that.”

“Y/n. How am I supposed to do that?” His free hand ruffled through his immaculately styled hair. It should have ruined it but only made it prettier. You sighed wistfully as you watched him spin his fingers through it. Taking a small step back, your shoulders dropped low, relieved to finally be fully out of frame as the tips of your right hand brushed his palm behind his back.

“Because I asked you to.” You said simply.

“Y/n. But you’re-God, I wish we could wrap this up so I could speak to you properly.” He sighed, displeasure clouding his features.

As the camera shifted to focus on an animated Hoseok, you took the moment to steal another kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck. He still smelled so clean and soft and so like him, but you could taste the salt lingering on his skin from his performance on your lips when you pulled back. He usually tasted so sweet, so like sunshine. The sharpness you tasted now reminded you that you weren’t just together in your own little world anymore.

“I’ll be fine, baby. Don’t worry about me.” You smiled into his skin again before slowly pulling away. Oh Jimin. You really did mean it. You loved him. You were so grateful to see his world and just be in the general stratosphere orbiting around him. How many people got an opportunity like this? You were fully aware of what a gift this was.

But at the same time, you felt so small in all this. What purpose did you serve here? How were you adding to the world? This was Jimin’s contribution- not yours. You felt lazy watching the entire room swarm to keep this machine going- stylists, directors, producers, performers. Jimin practiced and performed for hours a day just to fly overnight to start it all over again in a new city. You were barely keeping up, you hardly knew what was going on, and You just felt so…..small.

A stillness and displeasure had crept into Jimin’s features as the shoot progressed. His eyes were stony. His jaw set. He looked beautiful and furious and pissed.

You’d slipped back to the far edge of the room, your aura slowly collapsing in on itself as the night wore on, shrinking to hide yourself. You felt responsible for distracting him, like you’d just self fulfilled your own nervous prophecy that you’d accidentally eff something up on set, and you couldn’t bare to see the mess you’d made.

Jimin had immediately noticed the lack of your presence. The skin of his neck was cooling without the warmth of your lips pressed against it anymore, but he couldn’t move. And he couldn’t leave. Not yet. And It infuriated him. More than anything, he wanted to rush to your side. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he was willing to mold the whole world in his hands to fix whatever it was.

At this point, he was sweaty and tired and annoyed. He desperately wanted to take these damn contacts and all this stupid makeup off and just go hold his girl- but the shoot kept rolling on. His temper was beginning to flair with each new position they were shuffled into. He was ready to leave. When was this damn shoot gonna end?

Taehyung was the first to notice Jimin’s surly demeanor as he placed a loving hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“You look like you’re about to murder someone. What on earth is going on? Where’s y/n? I feel like I haven’t seen her all night.” He shook his shaggy bangs from his eyes, lifting his broad chin for the next shot.

“She was here earlier…..” Jimin sighed.

“Yeah, didn’t you see the lovebirds cuddling on the edge of the set?” Jin popped in, lips pouted and blowing hollow kisses out at the air. “Practicing for the honeymoon already, huh? I know you guys are gonna get married soon but calm down, bro.”

Ignoring Jin’s cheekiness, Jimin continued on. “Something’s bothering her. I just don’t know what. And for the love of god, this shoot will. not. end.” His words came garbled through gritted teeth.

“Do you think that’s part of it?” Taehyung queried.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“Well, I mean this is exhausting for us, but poor y/n just gets dragged around with us all day. She has to wait on us all the time. She probably misses her life back home.” Taehyung proposed calmly, shifting a hip to slip his hand in his pocket.

“She probably misses you. She came on a three week trip to spend time with someone who works eighteen hours a day and she just has to watch. She’s not at home in her studio or with her friends to pass the time. She’s probably lonely. And bored.” Jin added.

“Oh god, hyung. You’re probably right.” Jimin’s eyes found you across the room, leaned against the wall by the snack table before quickly starting out of the way as a stylist zipped by with a clothing rack. You didn’t seem like yourself. He felt like an idiot for not catching it sooner.

“Of course I’m right! Why do you sound so surprised??You should listen to me more often . I’ve got endless advice.” Jin said proudly. Taehyung rolled his eyes, fake gagging a little at his friend’s arrogance before being quickly being swatted in the shoulder. “Yah! I saw that. You’re lucky to know someone as wise and as handsome as me. Maybe if you listened, you would learn something.”

“Ow! I learned you hit like a girl.” Taehyung quipped, rubbing his arm.

“What?! Oh! Come here- I’ll show you how to fight!” Jin dropped into a boxing stance, crouched with his fists up, bouncing and darting around Taehyung. The shoot was quickly devolving into chaos as an enthusiastic Jungkook joined in the dance, happy to bounce and box and chirp around the other boys. Hoseok joined in, squealing out cartoon sound effects as Namjoon apologized to the photographer for their actions.

Jimin took it as his cue to slip away and find you.

“Hey, do you wanna get out of here?”

You jumped the second the crystalline whisper floated into your ears, gasping sharply only to be calmed by his gentle steady arms.

“Jimin? Where did you come from?” Your eyes wide with panic, looking back toward the chaos erupting on set, but Jimin slipped a ring laden hand against your cheek to pull you back to him.

“Wherever I had to to get to my favorite girl.” His smile was so sweet. “Hey, I’m starving and I really want to get out of here. Come with me?” How could you say no to eyes like those, so boyish and wide and full of hope.

“Okay,” you agreed, head bobbing your assent. He took his cue immediately, grabbing your hand and beginning to slip away. “But, wait! Jimin! Won’t you get in trouble? I don’t want to cause anything.”

Jimin turned over his shoulder to dismiss you, but stopped the second he saw your face. Worry was making you chew your bottom lip as your sweet eyes looked wide and startled up at him. He knew better. He knew that face. You were an anxious mess. He wasn’t gonna get you anywhere until he addressed this first, but before even bothering with his words, he dipped down to kiss you.

Nothing passionate or heated- just something soft and gentle, to get your attention. A simple kiss to bring you back to earth. God, you’d missed this. You melted pliant into his lips, wobbling a little when he pulled back, luminous smile glittering across his face. He laced his fingers into yours.

“We won’t get in trouble. Promise.I’d like to see them try. You’re with me….I got you. Do you really think they’d have the nerve to mess with the future Mrs. park Jimin? Please. C’mon.” He winked and your spine tingled.

Jimin called a driver to meet you both at the back entrance and take you back to the hotel. He wove you through hallways and rooms you hadn’t noticed before to grab his things and swept you toward the exit. Before he walked out, he stopped- snatching a jacket out of his bag.

“For you, my love.” He slipped the oversized cream hoodie over your head and pulled the hood up over your face, hiding your hair, sleeves spilling over your delicate fingertips. “God you look good in my clothes. I always forget.” He licked his lips, eyes warm as they danced over you. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.” He slipped a mask over his jawline, popped a pair of shades over his eyes and tugged you into the night, guiding you into the black suv.

The ride back to the hotel was quick, quiet, peaceful. It was the first bright splash of stillness either of you had gotten to indulge in all day, and talking would just shatter it too soon. Jimin leaned back against his seat, manspread in his tailored yellow suit with his elegant neck craned back against the headrest. He’d undone his top few shirt buttons, the smooth skin underneath kissed by the night air. His fingers were busy raking through his thick hair as his eyes danced over the city. His hair had taken on an ashy hue in the streetlights, and as you both slipped into the night, his sultry eyes finally closed- if just for a second.

Window rolled down, you pushed your hood back a bit to take in the sights of a city you may never be lucky enough to see again. The wind whipped fluttery tendrils of your hair out of place, but you didn’t mind at all. It was the first time all day that you’d finally let your guard begin to drop and it felt amazing…

Your fingers reached behind you to twirl loosely with his on the seat between you. He happily took your hand in both of his, making a proper profession of caressing your knuckles softly. He still had his rings on from his performance, the cool metal occasionally tapping against your skin. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the contact and finally- you decompress.

It was the first time in days that you both sat still with no other people around. You couldn’t imagine how he exists under that kind of press all day long. It’s ignited a new respect in you for him and all that’s asked of him. It’s an impressive feat indeed for any human, especially one as sensitive and sweet as Jimin.

You wonder- for the first time -why it had never occurred to you on this trip to ask how he was doing. He had just seemed so happy despite all the reasons he should be overwhelmed so you assumed he was fine…but maybe you should get out of your head enough to check on him. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to-

“Hey baby, we’re here.” Jimin tugged at your fingers, snapping you back to the moment. “You floating off in space again?” He whispered soft as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. He was smiling like the midday sun at you again and there went your train of thought. “He’s gonna pull us around back so we don’t get spotted, but just in case..” he reached forward to tug your hood back up, this time swooping it so far it covered your eyes entirely . You felt like a fransican monk in stylish streetwear but you laughed and went along with it and Jimin loved you just a little bit more for it.

Once again, a simple task had taken longer than necessary for the both of you. They’d had to weave you through hallways and stairs and back rooms in an attempt to avoid the press and fans flocking in the lobby and valet parking. Jimin was sweet, whispering in your ear like this was a covert spy mission to distract you from how long this was all taking.

Forty minutes later, you were finally in your hotel rooms. Jimin had kissed your nose and told you he needed to get out of these clothes and clean up but he’d be right back with you. You took the opportunity to promptly collapse on your back on the luscious bed, limbs splayed like a high and dry starfish, and let all the tension of the day drain from you.

Your skirt, tights and heels were quickly replaced with soft pajama shorts, your bra and blouse immediately discarded, but found yourself crawling back into Jimin’s hoodie. It smelled like him, and the oversized cosiness of it made you feel lazy and warm-and you were 100% down for that. Dragging your bag over to your bedside, you dug around until you found your makeup wipes and began to scrub off the day. Legs crossed beneath you, you settled into your routine. You hair had been fortuitously flopped up into a bun, and your eyeliner was being gently smudged away as a happy tranquility descended over you.

Half an hour later, the door clicked as your Jimin made his way into the room. The press tour had been a lot- it had presented a lot of challenges you never expected, but that didn’t mean there were no rewards. One of your favorites was seeing Jimin like this- fresh from the shower, just a natural boy.

Your eyes danced over the clothes he’d snatched to throw on. Over how unfair it was that he somehow looked even better when he didn’t try- an oversized white T-shirt with a too wide collar showing off his pretty throat and chest, and soft black joggers- the epitome of comfort- that did nothing to hide his dancers stride or his perfect backside. Stupidly pretty boy.

So unfair.

“Hey, baby girl” he smiled, flopping on his belly beside you. His weight made you bounce a bit, giggling to yourself. His face was bare enough for his dusting of freckles to show, and all his pale honey hair flopped forward heavily into his eyes. As vain as he always seemed about his hair, by the end of the day on tour he was just perfectly too tired to style it and you adored it. It was so god dang boyish and cute, and You loved how you got to part it out of his eyes like a curtain every time you kissed him on the forehead like you did just now.

“Why do you still have all your jewelry on? I’ve never understood that” you reached forward to trace a finger lightly under the chain on his neck.

His smile is airy and light as he rolls over to face you.

“Do I? I honestly just forget it’s there.im so used to it all now” He’s so winsome and innocent as he scoops his hair out of his eyes to smile up at you. There’s really no reason to though- his grin is pressing his cheeks so high and tight that his crescent eyes shut anyway. You dip forward from your hips with a smile to blow at his bangs.

“You really are an old pro by now huh? How do you do this all the time? and how do I keep up with you?” You ask easily, shaking your head softly at the ethereal creature on your duvet.

“Do what? Get my hair played with by a pretty girl? It’s not that hard. They’re lining up around the block for it really. But None of them are ever as good at is as you though.....Plus, your services come much cheaper. Professional cuddlers really make you pay through the noise these days.” He settles back against your lap, the picture of contentment as you play with the strands.

“You punk,” you tease, popping him in the forehead. “For your sake, I will ignore the fact that you just called me easy.” A wicked eyebrow arched over your features as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Not easy. You just don’t charge what your worth.” He said smugly, cuddling into your lap.

“Impossible, that’s what you are.” You sigh.

“Impossibly in love….with your heart.” He quips. Oh god that was corny. Unashamed, he presses on, beaming up at you with puckered lips, fingers crafted into two hearts.

“Ew! That was gross.” You pretend to wretch at his cheesiness, choosing to ignore the goofy swirl of warmth in your belly at his words.

“We both know you love it, y/n. You can’t fool me.” He says smugly.

“Oh can’t I? I could if I wanted to.” You defend.

“And why would you want to? Hmm? Why would you want to hide something from me?” His eyes flit up to you, suddenly a bit more serious. It’s the first time you notice he’s taken his contacts out- the beautiful chocolate eyes you fell in love with looking solemn up at you.

“Who says I am?” You shift beneath him, gaze suddenly infatuated with the rooms decor. God that orchid arrangement is ostentatious.

“Even Jin can tell. So you know it’s obvious.” He deadpans.

“All knowing Jin huh? Idk, I mean he’s pretty perceptive. I wouldn’t undercut him.” You ramble.

“Y/n….” he flips up, to see you at eye level. “You know if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me, right? If we can’t even talk to each other, we’re not gonna get very far. What is it, Jagi? Where have you been lately?” He taps your temple lightly, his face soft to show you every word is genuine.

“I don’t… um, I mean… there’s nothing wrong. Per say… I just…”

He pins you with a look that says spill and your facade begins to crumble. “Y/n… I didn’t give you this because I don’t know you.” His thumb brushes over the glittering detail of your ring. “You’re not telling me something.” At this, you melt. Just flop over and dissolve into a pile of mush as his honesty makes your heart squeeze. You hate when he’s sweet. You hate when he’s right. You thought you’d hid it better than this….

“Besides,” he continues, “Even if I didn’t know you, you’re a shit liar, babe. Those big eyes show everything. They just don’t give specifics- so spill.” His smile is kind but his eyes hold a challenge- he isn’t going to drop this. No way in heck is he letting this go. Brows furrowed, your resolve begins to crumple.

“Jimin….”

“Y/n…. Spill.”

With a heaving sigh, you acquiesce.

“Fine…” you huff. “I have no idea what I’m doing here! I’m an absolute disaster.” Your head hangs as you begin to pour heart out, hands flailing, downturned eyes completely unable to meet Jimin’s.

“I constantly feel like I’m in the way. I’m struggling to keep up with everything and I don’t- I don’t know what to do with myself. And all I can think of is - is this what my whole life is gonna be? Do I either have to go half the year without you or drop my whole life and feel lost and terrified to follow you around the world with no purpose of my own? I’m not part of the big hit machine, but everyone else here is. And everyone here is working so hard and I’m just… what? Here on vacation? Getting in the way and following my famous boyfriend around while he works? I feel like such a groupie… I feel like such a… a nuisance.”

“Stop.” Jimin clutches at your wildly flailing wrists. “Baby, stop. My groupie? Are you serious right now?”

“Yes! I am. Jimin, I love what you do. My God, you are so incredible when you sing and dance- the way you move- don’t make that sexual, you know what I mean- you…. you are the most amazing performer I’ve ever seen. You have worked so hard for this for so long. I remember when you were so stressed that you were barely eating or the nights I’d text you at 1am to tell you goodnight and find out you were still in the studio. And it’s paying off for you. Which is great because I don’t know anyone else who deserves this worldwide praise like you do- but baby, I’m a freelancer. I put in the effort but my work is never thriving. I can’t even begin to be in the same eschalon as you. I still have two roommates back home.”

“So? I have six,” his eyes are so warm but his brows are still knitted together, trying to follow what’s really underneath all this.

“Not because you have to. Not because you’d be on the street without two other people supporting your rent! I’ve got all these things I love to do, right? But they don’t pay the bills for me. My businesses have never turned into what I hope, but there are 14 year olds on Instagram who decide to sell something they make on whim and a month later it’s so successful that they’re verified…. and I’m… I’m just….”

“Baby?” Jimin dips forward to lift your chin. His eyes find yours and he smiles…. he simply smiles at you- warm and kind and lightfilled like nothing you’ve said has scared him the way it scares you. It helps you finish what you’ve started to say.

“I don’t want to hold you back!” It all rushes out in one clumsy exhale as you shut your eyes tightly, bracing for impact. “I want to be good enough for you. I don’t want to have to depend on you. I want to bring something to the table too. You’re Park Jimin. You’re already a legend. You deserve the whole world...you deserve a girl who works just as hard as you. Is just as successful as you. But I have so many dreams and hopes that just haven’t worked out. They’ve all failed so miserably compared to you and I…. I just… I want to be a wife you can be proud of.. I want … I want to be proud of me too.”

and that’s when the tears fell.

Silent. Unspectacular. Hidden but insistent as you fall in on yourself and Jimin’s heart breaks. He had no idea.

He’s always admired you so much.... He had no idea you thought so little of yourself and it makes him ache. He sees the whole universe when he looks at you. Surely you saw it too.

But right now, you didn’t. You’d been able to come on this tour because business had been that slow that you being gone for three weeks wouldn’t have made a difference. In his excitement to have you by his side, Jimin had offered to cover your share of rent for the month you’d be gone with him and that had been that. He was ecstatic to have you with him . He’d rattled off about it dreamily for weeks before you left. But as excited as you were to see his world with him, for the first time, it made you realize just how small your world was without him. It had bothered you ever since. This was Jimin’s first glimpse of it, and it wrecked him.

“Jagi…. baby, come here.” His airy voice is pleading as he scoops you into his chest. Your nose burrows into his neck, skin squeaky clean from the hotel soap, and you cry. Feeling hidden, unaccomplished and ashamed. You’ve never felt more exposed in your life- you never wanted to tell him any of this. You couldn’t bear the idea of how he’d look at you if he knew, but oh how wrong you were.

“Baby,.... I’ve always been proud of you.” His voice is gentle in your ear, almost a whisper. No one else exists in this moment besides the two of you. He presses his cheek to your forehead, his fingers lost in your hair as he holds you. “You were my best friend when I was a trainee. I felt like a wreck then- I was so stressed out I could barely breathe. But you always told me everything would be okay. Always. You’d remind me why I was special and that the world would see it one day.” You felt his cheek swell as he smiled. “But can I tell you something?”

“What?” You sniffled, a snotty mess beneath him.

“I never believed you.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “What?”

He chuckled softly, his thumb delicately brushing a tear from your cheek.

“Nope. Not a bit. I loved hearing your words when you built me up, but I didn’t believe you. Not even when you’d get all starry eyed when you saw me dance or I’d sing to you.” He confessed.

“I never got starry eyed over you.” You mumbled, sniffling and hiding against his skin. Smiling, he gently pinched your cheek and held it.

“Liar.” He kissed your pink face and scrunched his nose at you. “But I’m serious, back then, I wanted what you said to be true. I really did, but I didn’t feel it. Not here. Definitely not.” He brought a hand up to his chest and placed it over his heart.

“I wanted the band to be successful so badly. I knew I could dance and perform, I knew what I could bring. But I thought my singing held us back. People would post videos of me missing my notes or of me tripping and falling on stage. I was smaller than everybody. I’d get ranked least attractive...I felt like the weakest link all the time. And that's what I believed. That’s the voice I listened to. More than anything. Even more than you. Because that’s what felt true. Not the sweet things from my best friend or even the nice words from fans or the other members. We were working so hard, but we never knew if our dreams would happen. People try every day and it doesn’t come true. I didn’t want to be the reason it didn’t come true for everyone else.”

You gazed up at Jimin as he wandered through his memories. Brow pinched and beautiful mouth frowning at the edges as he remembered a time when doubt consumed his world.

“But then there was you. You were so talented and kind and everybody liked you. Everybody. I fought Taehyung to get to close to you. He still won’t let me forget that he saw you first. But I didn’t care, I had to get to know you. You were so incredible and so out of my league. This impossibly pretty girl who I’d had a crush on forever …. I didn’t even think you’d talk to me. Do you have any idea how long it took me to introduce myself to you?”

Curled against his body, you looked up him in awe. He - liked you then? Before you even knew him? How had he never told you any of this? You thought you knew him inside and out, but it seemed Jimin had his secrets too. Eyes wide and soft, you pressed against his chest as you listened.

“But once I did, once we were friends, you’d tell me how amazing I was- all the time! Me! I don’t think you ever understand how insane that was to me. How much much it mattered when you’d say how one day the whole world would see how special the band was- how special I was.

“You’d ask me to sing for your over the phone. You made me laugh when I hated everything. You’d get furious when anyone would criticize me, and you’d make the biggest deal out of all the small accomplishments I thought didn’t matter. You were so kind to me when I was a nobody, when I thought I was small and when the world finally figured out who we were, you already knew because you’d been the biggest fan all along.” He looked down at you, eyes shining with a pride so bright it was hard to look at directly.

“And even after all that, I was still shocked when you let me take you on a date. You were my best friend- but I still thought you could do way better than me. I was nuts about you, don’t get me wrong, but I mean, I was such was a mess, and I....I am talking so much. Like way too much. I know that, but it’s just….. y/n, I need you get this. You saw me when no one else did. That’s why you feel like home, y/n. That’s why I knew I didn’t want anyone else but you beside me for the rest of my life.” He kissed the back of your hand.

“So…. if your life doesn’t look how you want right now, that’s okay. We’re still young. You have so much time. Where you are is normal. I’m the exception, babe. You can’t compare yourself to that. What’s happened with the band is a one in a million fluke. It cant be your standard, baby. If that’s your measuring stick, it’ll destroy you.....But i know this-if anyone can achieve their dreams, it’s you. Without you, I would never have achieved mine. So, if I can help take care of you now, I’m gonna do it. I don’t even have to think twice.” He shrugged easily. A happy lazy smile on his lips. “But i know you. You want to earn your way too. I know you’ll get there. But….promise me, be nice to yourself now. Don’t throw yourself away- for me.”

Cradled in his arms, you looked at the hand Jimin extended to you, pinky crooked and ready to hold on forever. “Promise me,” he whispered, the sound warming your bones. Silently, trouble melting from your shoulders, you sighed. One heave, long and slow enough to process all the love he’s just showered upon you. How could you do anything less than give him your forever? Trust him with your now when he believed in you so much?

“Promise.” You breathed, eyes wide, still dotted with tears and you slipped your pinky around his, holding on for dear life. He melted when you did, scooping you in tighter and pressing his lips to your joined fingers.

“My Jagiya.” His smile beamed down at you, and you felt yourself grow warm in his light. “Hey. Listen, I know I’ve talked a lot, but I’m serious about taking care of yourself. It’ll make life so much easier on the way… I promise. For tour, you don’t have to prove your worth here. Everyone loves you and loves having you around. The stylists all think you’re so pretty. The boys on staff all blush whenever you’re nice to them. Everyone here thinks the world of you. Please let this be a vacation from you feeling like the world is on your shoulders. Just rest here. Or do your art here. We can pick up some art supplies in London and you brought your camera. Jungkook and Tae would love to help with that. And no, you wouldn’t be in the way. People love helping you, y/n. You just have to let them. God I’m talking so much.” He bugged his eyes playfully. Wiping your eyes, you giggled at his silliness.

“Ugh…. baby. I love you. I want you here. We’ll have a proper vacation soon, but while we’re on tour- talk to me. You’re not in the way. You can hang out with us and come to practice and take photos and make art. This is a good thing. We’ll figure out how our world will look when we get married. I’m not willing to give you up. So we’ll figure out how to make us both happy, yeah? It’s that simple” his eyes are starry with promise. It makes you believe him. It makes you realize you’ve been looking at this all wrong.

After several beats of silence, you finally ask, “I’ve been way in my head over this, haven’t I?

“Yes! Dear god, yes.” Jimin slumps exhausted against the headboard. Faking offense, you smack his chest and he rolls with laughter, trapping your hands again and pulling you into him. “You think too goddamn much, woman!” he bellows. “But honestly, it’s just cuz your brain’s so big.” He teases, poking you in the forehead. “Guess I can’t have the smartest girl in the room without her short circuiting and forgetting she’s the most magical thing in the world.”

Sniffling, you protest, “I don’t think anyone’s smarter than Namjoon. “

“And he thinks nothing of himself too. Honestly. A pair of fools, both of you.” His eyes roll.

“Not bad company then. Maybe I should go ask for his advice too.” You bounce your eyebrows teasingly, and Jimin’s jealous streak flairs gloriously as he tackles you on the bed.

“Hey!” He puffs his chest out, eyes squinting in mock fury. “I didn’t rebuild your ego for you to run to another man.” He growls playfully.

“Namjoonie! Come coach me out of my self doubt!” You call in a seductive, breathy tone. Jimin is having none of it.

“And I did not sneak you out of that photo shoot to pretend flirt with my friend. You’ll pay for this.” He challenges.

“Come and get meh” you tease, slipping out from under him just to have him lunge after you. A sharp squeal echoes through the room as you bounce across the bed with Jimin hot on your tail.

“Aaaaaagh!!!!” Jimin lets out a growl as he snatches you around the waist, flopping you both down into the mattress. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he snarls, eyes devilish as he bites at the outer edge of your ear.

“No, I won’t,” you giggle. “Didn’t you hear? Park Jimin has a soft spot for me.”

“Oh does he?” His nose drags across your throat.

“Yeah, I’m his favorite,” you stutter out, suddenly breathless at his touch.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” His eyes flick up to yours, and you think he’s come to repossess your soul. Dear god, his eyes. His breath is warm and swirling close, and you try to gather the last of your wits to ask a question before you’re lost beneath him altogether.

“Jimin… baby. Hey.” His attention has fully been lost as his mouth becomes preoccupied with the curve of your thoat. “Jim-oh.” Crap, why is he so good at that? Stuttering, you push through the haze his touch had created, attempting to regain your focus. “ S-stop that… Jimin, I’m trying to...I’ve been meaning to a…”

“Why do you talk so much?” He asks, the tip of his nose playful against yours.

“Jimin,... I’m serious. I need to ask you…”

“What, Jagi?” Letting out a huff, he rocks back to look at you. His voice is calm, teasing, but Whatever self control he’s got is about to snap- you can tell from the way he’s pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, the way his sweet eyes have become so satisfyingly predatory. He’s as hypnotic as a snake right now, fully ready to consume you, and your dumb butt is trying to talk about his feelings. Why are you doing this to yourself exactly?

Pushing your hands against his chest to get some breathing space, you pull back to ask,” I’m sorry my timing is so stupid. Truly, I am. Trust me. But…. I mean, I haven’t bothered to ask how you’re doing. It just feels so inconsiderate of me. I’ve been too wrapped up in my own problems.” You roll your eyes, annoyed at your own thickheadedness.

Jimin’s glassy giggle rings through the air as he dips his forehead to yours, his luscious hair brushing wispy against your skin.

“Me? Oh baby girl. That big heart of yours. I’m fine. This is nothing. Come find me when we’ve been on the same tour for a year and a half. Just a month in? It’s still just all the fun stuff.” His eyes are bright and judgment free, ignoring the fact that he’s flourishing where you’ve been drowning.

“Oh… well, if it ever does get overwhelming, you’ll tell me, right?” You ask, still concerned and trying to save face.

“Trust me- you’ll be able to tell.” He mimics his own angry eyes and you both fall into giggles. “But yes, Jagi.” He drops down to kiss your nose. “I promise I will tell you…. Pinky promise.” He reaches for your palm pressed against his chest and weaves your fingers together- wrapping your pinkies together and linking your thumbs, kissing them gently to lock in his vow. Your eyes flutter soft and loving up at him as he does.

“Good.” You whisper. “Now…. where were we?”

Jimin smiles, triumphant as he stalks close to his kill. “You were about to prove why you were my favorite.”

“Oh was I?”

“Absolutely.” Jimin grips the back of your leg, and in one quick snatch, yanks you to him. Your eyes blow wide as you you yelp helplessly. God, always forget how strong he is, and how much you like it when he shows it off. Satisfied with your submissive reaction, his grin grows impossibly cocky as slots himself on top of you, tongue wetting his impossibly full lips as he finally begins to lean in when...

“JIMIN!!!! Jimin!!!!! We’ve got to do an after show Vlive!!” It was Hoseok, banging a ruckus on jimin’s hotel door.

“Oh my god, are you serious? I’m gonna kill J-hope.” Jimin’s forehead crashes into your neck defeatedly.

“Come on, Jimin! Get off y/n already so we can get finished! ARMY’s waiting! Namjoon tweeted we were gonna start fifteen minutes ago!! Check your phone for once. We all texted you, bruh.” Hoseok blasted through the door.

“Yah!!! All right! All right!! I’m coming!....stupid Namjoon.” He muttered under his breath. “I haven’t properly kissed you in days. Not cool, bro. Not cool.” Jimin pouted. His deep set eyes lost under the furrow of his brows as he brushed his thumb along the curve of your lip, forlorn and pent up.

Teasingly, you caught his thumb with the tip of your tongue and pulled it into your mouth. Warm and soft, you let it go with a gentle pop as you broke the suction and jimin’s eyes blew wide. “Go… I’ll be here when you get back.” You whispered, eyes bright and enticing.

Jimin wove hasty hands into your hair, his breathing ragged. “ wow....How the hell am I supposed to leave you after that?”

“Because…. I said so. And there will be more when you come back.” You winked, loving being in control now. He wasn’t the only one who could play the seduction game.

“Oh my god.” Jimin, swallowed roughly, his eyes heavy lidded as he tried to regain his motor functions.

“Now go, I’ll order room service for you to Hobi’s room. You never had dinner. Go give army a treat, and I’ll treat you when you come back to me.” You kissed his palm as your voice took on the sultry edge that always made Jimin melt.

“Can we do the thing? You know the one where..”

“I know what you’re talking about, Jimin,... and the sooner you go, the sooner you find out if my answer is yes.” You winked, before mouthing “its yes” silently as you nodded at him.

“Yup! There it is! I’m gone!” Pressing a smacking kiss to your forehead, Jimin bounded up from the bed as you fell into a fit of laughter. As he turned back to smile at you from the doorway, your eyes raked over him one last time before snagging on something that made you howl with laughter.

“Jimin- Wait! seriously??? Already? You didn’t even kiss me yet! Put your hands in your pockets! Or only be on camera from chest up!” You cackled at him. Confused, he followed your eyeline to-

“Oh god, is it that… yup. No, it is. God, Jagi, you’re dangerous when I finally get you out of that head of yours.” He reaches down to adjust his joggers, laughing bashfully at the mess you’d made of him.

“Gotta make it up to you somehow,” you shrugged from the bed.

“Hey, no…. I’m serious though. I’m glad you’re feeling okay now. You trusted me to tell me your heart, and that means a lot to me. You sure you’ll be okay if I go?”

“I’m sure. I have a vacation to finally start enjoying.” You smiled, stretching out across the bed. As you shifted, your (Jimin’s) hoodie crept up, showing off a sliver of your stomach and Jimin licked his lips again.

“My god. Look at you. I’ll be gone thirty minutes tops.” He bolted back, planting a kiss that made something along your spine tingle. “Wait for me. I’ll be back” he smiled, peeling himself away to leave before jhope returned with his racket.

“You better…… hey,” you propped up on your elbows and called out to him.

“Yeah?” He looked back, eyes alight with love.

“I love you, park Jimin.”

He blushed, genuine and sappy, eyes crinkling soft along the edges. “I love you too, y/n l/n. And hey, We’ve got this. The whole world’s gonna be ours. We’ll figure it out. We’ve got time.”

Your felt warmth pool in your eyes. You threw a pillow at him so he wouldn’t see you cry. “God, you’re such a sap.” You smiled.

“You know you love it.” He winked. “Bye, baby girl.”

He was right. You did.

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freshlyjuicedbeetles · 5 years

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Severus Snape x Reader - Meeting with Umbridge

Modern Setting/ Order of the Phoenix

Established relationship

Female reader

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The Pink Tyrant had taken over Hogwarts.

Severus came home nearly every day for a year with new drama that Dolores Umbridge, some Ministry bureaucrat turned teacher had stirred up. She had a problem with sticking her nose where it was not wanted or needed. He admitted he was thankful that he no longer lived on campus anymore, thus granting him a reprieve from her antics. First, she completely overhauled the Defense Against the Dark Arts program for the worse, then the Ministry gave her more power to oversee the day to day operations and standards at Hogwarts, reporting back to the Minister. She unfairly limited the student’s activities outside of school, to the point their freedom and rights were being affected. She tried to fire professors she found unfit mainly Dumbledore, but others were in her sights. She even made a scene over firing the Divinations professor in front of the students. A line had been crossed, you don’t allow students to see that. Even Severus said it was hard to watch.

Umbridge’s personality was lacking too. She was fake; her fake cheerfulness, her fake attention-getting cough. Everyone wanted her gone. Towards the end of the year, she started meeting with the immediate family of anyone who worked at Hogwarts. She soon called for me.

“She wants to meet you,” Severus said, placing his dark leather satchel on a kitchen chair as he returned home. I gave it to him when we got married. He uses it to shuffle student work and his grade book to and from Hogwarts.

“Who? The cat lady?” I asked.

Severus’ eyebrow quirked, “That’s one descriptor. I had a few others in mind. She wants to have tea.”

“Tea?” I repeated, “What? So, she can poison me?”

“I wouldn’t drink it,” Severus said plainly.

From his satchel, Severus pulled a bright pink envelope. He held it as though it would burn him as he handed it to me. It was a formal invitation on personalized pink stationary, the paper was even perfumed with a sickly-sweet smell that made me cough.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn.”

I was nervous to meet this woman. I didn’t know what she’d say to me and I didn’t expect this meeting to be pleasant given everything I had heard. I put extra effort into my appearance, not just to look nice and professional, but I didn’t want to give her anything to use against me if she went low. I made sure my clothes were crisp, my hair was in place and checked my teeth several times before I apparated to Hogwarts.

The school was quiet for once. It was during class hours, but even then, Hogwarts still had an element of life before. Then, I saw the Educational Decrees haphazardly hung on the stone wall of the Entrance Hall. The amount coupled with no doubt Filch’s less than superb handiwork left me speechless. Did I really have to meet with this person?

The few students I saw in the hallways looked beaten into submission. They hung their heads, just trying to make it through the day. Their uniforms were immaculate, well past even military standards. Dumbledore never truly enforced the dress code.

I made my way to her office from memory. I took a breath before I knocked on the door. It opened on its own after a moment.

I was assaulted with a pink saturated room, the sound of meowing kittens and the overbearing smell of floral in the air. Everything was so over the top, I had to wonder if she genuinely enjoyed these things or if she was trying to make herself seem comforting and feminine while completely overdoing it. It was so overdone, it was creepy. The dozens of little kitten eyes staring at you didn’t help the aura, either.

“Ah, Mrs. Snape.” Umbridge stood as I entered.

‘Merlin, she really does look like a toad.’ I thought.

“Hello,” I replied, cordially. I tried to remain neutral about this woman until I met her. I knew that everything I had heard about Dolores Umbridge was shaded by anecdote from Severus, who can let his own biases get in the way. I was willing to hear what she had to say. There were some alarming changes she made, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Being a teacher was hard even when you had the proper education and experience, unlike in her case.

“Sit, sit, sit,” She fussed like a kindly grandmother, ready to plump up her grandchildren with sweets, ushering me into a pink upholstered chair in front of her desk.

“How do you take your tea, dear?”

“One sugar, please,” I requested.

The tea poured itself into two pale pink teacups and with a minor flick of her wand, the sugar was added. Even the sugar cubes were died pink.

“Why I must say, you’re actually quite pretty.” She said as she sat down with her tea. “I’m not quite sure who or what to expect,” She giggled at herself. The sound was like glass breaking. I repressed a grimace.

I wasn’t sure who she was backhandedly complimenting (insulting?), me or Severus.

“I’m a bit confused as to why I’m here. I’m not a teacher…” I said. “You’ve been calling on other spouses and family?”

“I just want to get to know my subordinates, that’s all.” She replied with a smile. From her desk, she produced a pink clipboard and parchment and daintily, dabbed her pink quill in ink.

“Am I a subordinate or is Severus?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She said nothing and scribbled in her notes. I felt like I, and thus, Severus was about to be analyzed.

“How long have you two been married?” Umbridge asked.

“Ten years in April,” I answered.

“And how did you meet?”

“As students here at Hogwarts. We dated briefly in our seventh year but broke up just before graduation.”

“And why is that?”

Umbridge was already poking too far but backing down would show weakness. I settled for a half-truth.

“We were kids, we drifted apart.” I shrugged. In truth, I couldn’t follow him down the dark path he was about to travel.

“This all about sizing up Severus and the rest of the staff isn’t? Like how orphanages do home visits to see what kind of environment they’re potentially sending a kid to. You don’t want your staff around any unsavory kind, do you? Well, here are some things about Severus Snape. He likes cold and dark places, he’s read every book imaginable and can’t rid of any. He has an irrational fear of elephants and he just can’t function if he doesn’t have his favorite quill and ink; Martin’s Quill in style 388, standard nib and Waterman’s ink in 00, Blackest Black, 25, red for grading.” I ranted. I knew how private Severus was and I didn’t like people trying to take that from him.

I expected reproach for my tone. Umbridge only gave a small, saccharine giggle, “Well, we all have our eccentricities!”

She took a sip of tea. “What is your blood status?”

I was taken aback, about how bluntly she asked that. Kids were more open about their blood status, but not mine and Severus’ generation. “Half-blood. About 53% magic quantum if you want to be specific.”

“And your House?”

“Slytherin.”

“Do you interact with muggles?”

“I know a couple.”

“Oh, you know a couple? How many?”

“Two, I guess.”

“How well?”

“Well enough that I spend a fair amount of time with them.”

“And how did you meet?”

“We grew up together in the same neighborhood and went to the same muggle school before I came to Hogwarts.”

“And do you engage in Muggle activity?”

I scoffed, “What’s muggle activity? Basic home utilities? The internet? Cell phones? Yes, I do. You do realize that we’re no different from Muggles, that we’re all humans, right?” I asked seriously.

Umbridge grimaced as she recorded her notes. She was trying to see how Muggle I was and how my Muggle dealings could affect Severus and in turn, the school which ultimately affected her.

“Look, before you cast your ire at me, remember that Severus was raised by a Muggle, too. I’ve read the rankings of Hogwarts. You have one master level teacher in this school and that’s him. Do you have any idea how hard those are to come by? How long he had to study? There’s only one other school that has a master level teacher and it’s in India somewhere. Parents want their children to be taught by master level teachers and Dumbledore. Now that he’s gone and if you cast Severus off because of your bias against my answers, Hogwarts will crumble. I love this school, but it can’t get by on reputation alone.

“Not only that but can you keep up with the traditions? Do you know where the school gets it’s Christmas and Halloween decorations? Did you know that each staff member has their own ornament on the Christmas tree? How are you going to manage Hell Week; the last week of school when the seventh years go nuts? What about Dumbledore’s tradition of letting everyone off on the first warm day of Spring?”

Umbridge sat quietly, listening to me with a smirk on her face. “Adorable,” She replied, as she slashed a check mark on her paper. “Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore is mentally unstable.”

“Oh, he is not,” I groaned, “I’ll admit, he’s not perfect and I have my problems with him, too, but he’s wise, intelligent and he’s good with the kids. I don’t see anything wrong with him as Headmaster. And hey, I wasn’t the one who gave him the ghost peppers and illegal fireworks.” I replied, a bit defensively about the last part.

Umbridge jotted down a note on her parchment. “I see this is a controversial topic, let’s move on.”

“His parents, what are they like?”

“Severus’? Ask him.” I wasn’t going to tell her Severus’ and Eileen’s story of abuse at the hands of Tobias; how Tobias died of an aneurysm in his sleep when Severus was seventeen and Eileen hung herself in a dank mental ward a year later.

Umbridge was getting annoyed but tried to hide it.

“Do you and Snape plan on having children?”

“Who says we don’t have any already?” I countered.

I saw her grip on her quill tighten, but she relaxed, calming herself. “Since I see no other Snape on my rolls. I would assume any children you may have are young. Would they attend Hogwarts?”

“Honestly, no.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t like your teaching methods,” I replied simply. “Even Muggles know that practicum experience is a better method than pure theory. I also don’t like how you made this grand institution into your personal prison. You have the Malfoy boy running around, essentially unlimited, turning in kids because they looked at him wrong. He’s one the last students around here that should be given any power. I wouldn’t trust him with a paperclip. You would know that if you paid attention.”

I leaned forward. Umbridge started to fume, her pink painted lips disappearing until a tight line. She didn’t like being questioned.

“Let me ask you about your qualifications to teach. Do you have any? I didn’t think sitting on Wizengamot was enough, personally, but hey, I could be wrong. Severus fell ass first into this job, but you can read his file and see that he all the certifications he is regulated by law to have for teaching. I’m sure the Prime Minister would be interested to hear that students aren’t getting the proper education due to an underqualified teacher. We may be separate from the Muggle British government, but we’re still ruled by the Queen. Same laws and such right? I bet even Fudge may be impeached for misusing his power.”

Umbridge shot up, frowning, her face beet red.

“You are a very rude woman, Mrs. Snape.”

I took this as my chance to leave and stood up, but not without the final word. “Yeah, well, I married Severus, didn’t I? What? Did you think I’d be a princess?”

I turned around just as I passed the threshold, “Oh, in case no one told you. This school has a way of spitting out those it doesn’t like. Ever wonder why the Defense post is always open?”

Umbridge sputtered, trying to ask what I meant, but I had already apparated home.

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nikkilancaco · 5 years

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Chapter 2 of my fanfic “Something Ineffably Great” is done.

It’s short but I don't want to add the next bit until chapter three

Chapter 2: Melek the Angel

Chapter 2:

Despite the Archangels’ best effort, rumors of Aziraphale’s attempted execution spread. Along with the fact that a demon was allowed in Heaven and left completely fine. This was in no small part due to a bit of a surveillance leak on Melekasias end.

She was pissed. She hadn’t found out about the incident until a few days after Armageddon pissed off, when Lilith had called her yelling about Beelzebub’s failed execution for Crowley.

“Death and utter oblivion by being dunked in Holy Water except he freaking swam in it. It didn’t even phase him,” she hissed disbelievingly.

This prompted Melekasia to hack into Heavens main surveillance, because she can- it was easy, Michael’s a twat- and watched open mouthed as Aziraphale just walked right into an overly dramatic column of Hellfire and... stood there. Perfectly fine. She ended up sending a short clip of the video to Lilith followed by a text full of exclamation points and question marks. Lilith just responded ‘now you know how I feel’. The video was then promptly leaked it to all the phones in Heaven.

Melekasia didn’t believe for a moment that God Herself asked them to do that. Metatron was a bit stuck up but they wouldn’t just sentence Aziraphale to death. This reeked of Gabriel and his stupid righteous ass. He and Michael always liked doing things their way without consulting superiors. Even when one of their superiors was technically the Principality they attempted to murder.

Now she had to think about how to deal with those two. Demoting them would be like a punch in the gut. Giving Aziraphale their job would be interesting too, but she didn’t think he’d want to ever come back to Heaven. Treating them like school children and forcing them to apologize would give her some brief satisfaction, but ultimately, she didn’t think that would work.

Melekasia rubbed her temples in frustration. She could take this conversation up with God. Ask Her what She thinks. Get a second opinion. Lilith was an option too. Though she probably would just tell Melekasia to force Gabriel and Michael to fall. She knew that the pain from that wouldn’t really teach them anything. Nor would being a demon. They were enough bastards as it was.

Then an idea popped into her head that made her smile devilishly.

She’d assign them to Earth, with very human bodies and persistent human needs.

Now she just had to tell a certain higher power.

With a satisfying snap of her fingers she magicked off her charms. If she had been wearing a strapless shirt, you would see that golden tattoos with an ancient writing glowed around her arms and down her back. But she wore one of her favorite light green shawls with sea turtles on it, and as such, no one could see what was happening underneath as the tattoos glow turned into a soft silver as her true self was revealed.

Where a rather short, simply dressed individual had stood, an elegant long necked, peacock headed, four armed, six eyed, woman-like being took her place. She had six glowing gold, brown, and white speckled wings, similar body feathers, and long, immaculate tail feathers to match. She adjusted her shawl to rest on her shoulders and snapped her fingers again. The room was suddenly empty.

Melekasia appeared somewhere deep in the universe and called out a greeting. A feeling of warmth cascaded over her as she was let in, appearing in a cozy cottage that was covered in vibrant and colorful vegetation. The likes of which wouldn’t be found anywhere on Earth.

Hello! She thought into the space.

Reality shifted and the vegetation and cottage took on a wispy ethereal quality as what could only be called the entire thoughts of the Universe coalesced into one being. God stood before her with a smile, or the idea of a smile was sent to her head. It was hard to tell sometimes when looking at a being that existed in over 12 dimensions. She seemed pleased and Melekasia could already tell She knew why she was here.

I wanted to drop by with a proposition about two certain archangels, as you already know, she thought while manifesting some oolong tea and vanilla mochi. She set them on the table as a rather plush couch appeared and sat. God manifested Herself a rather nice old fashioned rocking chair. A feeling of acceptance and delight emanated from Her general direction as she accepted the tea and sweets.

Would you like me to send them anywhere specific?

A mischievous aura washed over her and she immediately met it with her own.

Not quite where I was thinking, but it should do just fine, she laughed and looked around the room again. You know there are other musicals than the Sound of Music, she thought as her eyes flicked over a laminated poster on the far wall. Melekasia had given it as a gift when she heard God liked it so much, but She really needed to branch out. Do you have any idea how unsettling it is when the angels back in Heaven mix quotes with threats all the time with straight faces? They’re like a bunch of possessed robots.

God actually snorted.

You would like Wicked, it’s lovely, she sighed while carding a hand through her tail feathers.

It had been a while, roughly 1570 years, since she had been in this form. She had to lay low at her job in Human Affairs and Surveillance, being undercover and all. Last time she…well... manifested… was for Lilith. She had a right to know that her wife was God’s actual right-hand angel. Metatron was just a stand in. They thought that the Malik Taus was keeping track of the cosmos for the last few thousand years.

Lilith was only slightly surprised. She had known Melekasia was hiding something. Those tattoos were obviously magic. But knowing that she was a grade above a seraph didn’t change a thing.

She said this to the cosmic angel while grabbing and kissing one of her hands. Lilith too had let go of her human form a minute or so after taking in all of Melekasia and in her place stood what could only be the embodiment of all the oceans. She had dreads made of seaweed, sharp white teeth, and vibrant corals that ran down her back and framed her face. Her skin was a deep blue that complemented her four midnight blue wings. Light refracted deep into her skin, making it look like moving water. The living shadow that wandered on her body became a wispy glowing blue light, that left a trail of swirls in its wake as it shifted from a whale to a manatee.

Two sea green eyes gazed happily into six silver ones and they embraced each other.

Melekasia was brought back to the present when a letter fluttered down to her lap. She read the curvy scripture.

The following assignment pertains to an A. Z. Fell and A. J. Crowley. Do not open until the proper sign is given.

When she glanced up at her host, she received what could only be interpreted as a conspiratorial wink and a wave then to whole cottage disappeared in a burst of colorful, wispy, light.

Melekasia gave a small exasperated but happy shake of her head and stretched out all of her limbs, wings and arms alike then manifested her celestial phone. She had another thirty minutes until she really needed to be back at headquarters and was deep enough in the universe to avoid detection by other celestials. A short flight around a few nebulas wouldn’t hurt anything and she needed to stretch out her wings. With that, she took off as a silver and gold streak of light.

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the-canary · 6 years

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Languages of Saints - C.R (4/10)

Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Carter Baizen).

Prompt: “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Masterlist

A/N: I am kinda of surprised by the amount of people enjoying the story, but thank you for the support.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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After reading the little message left for you, you end up napping through the rest of the weekend. It isn’t until Monday that you really get any solid food in your stomach, as you try to slowly go through all the messages and emails left for you, and while most of them were congratulations and well wishes, you just wanted to hurl your computer out the window. You hadn’t been lying to Carter Baizen when saying that the office team was one of the best, hell Nick had saved the former CEO countless times over with his maths skills, but now that you thought about it -- not all of them had the best personalities, sometimes you hated Harold and there were times you wanted to stick a pen down Marcy’s throat.

You weren’t sure if the suffering you were going to be going through now was worth them still going on and treating each other --and by extension you-- like they did. You were having buyer’s remorse over helping them, and you couldn't help the mixture of anger and guilt that bother you for the rest of the day.

It isn’t until Wednesday that you finally hear from Rocio, as she is standing in front of your apartment door with a short pixie cut and dressed in pure Dior which obviously cost more than everything in your small apartment. She has a bottle of wine with her, but you can smell that she has already started drinking long before that, but you welcome her in anyways as you end up ordering some of your favorite Salvadorian food from down the block and proceed to tell Rocio about everything that she has missed during her mysterious hiatus.

“ Fuck him ,” is all she says after you done and you can’t help but choke on your food.

“W-What?” you cough out before taking a sip of the bottle water from the coffee table.

��I don’t mean it in that way, silly,” she lets out a bubbly laugh from her place on the loveseat, as you shake your head. Rocio always had a way with words.

“I’ve known you long enough to know that you only ever mean it in that way,” you state, reminiscing of all the advice Rocio had ever given you and knowing by now that it usually ended up one way.

“Well, whatever. What I mean is: fuck over that white boy,” she says with a predatory grin as she gets up, making a speech out of it like Robespierre in front of the Jacobin Club, “Show him you ain’t going to break just because he thinks you’re his new plaything, or because you might be scared of what he can do -- that isn’t the you I know.”

“And how am I going to do that?” you question, as she looks down on you with her bright green eyes. In her element, Rocio could remind anyone of her father as she came up with plans and dealt out sweet words to close the deal.

“The Cinderella Effect, my dear,” she explains, as she goes back to sitting down, but not before grabbing another pupusa, “Rich people always think poor people want handout, that’s why they’re all Republicans, but you’re gonna work your ass off and show him who’s the boss.”

“And once that happens?” you asks, ignoring the faults and obvious signs that she hadn’t really worked a day in her life either.

“Let’s take it one step at a time, sweetheart,” she finishes before taking another gulp of her drink, “But, first new wardrobe.”

“I don’t want you paying for anything,” you remark as she frowns. Even after ten plus years of friendship, it felt weird using Rocio’s money that way and she knew that, though there was always little loopholes she found, like that dress back at the party.

“I know , we’ll go somewhere cheap like Macy’s or TJMaxx ,” she lets out those vile words with a roll of her eyes.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” you can’t help but doubt her, something always went wrong in the long run, she was a big picture sort of gal.

“Have I ever steered you wrong before?” she smiles and the answer automatically falls from your lips.

“Yeah, Montreal.”

“We don’t talk about Montreal,” she quips, waving her hand back and forth as if trying to dispel a bad memory, “And I was talking about more recently, you don’t always have to be stuck in the past, doll.”

“Part of my butt is still stuck on that frozen street, Roci,” you mumble in annoyance, as she doubles over remembering what had happened all those years ago.

“I know, I know,” she says after controlling her laughing fit, as she gives your that soft grin that you can’t help but return -- if only Rocio had the hindsight to know exactly how well her plan would work.

A couple of days, three shopping sprees, and a nearly maxed out credit card later you and Rocio were a little proud of the wardrobe you had put together and once Monday rolled in you were healthier and in a nicely fitted navy blue blazer and pants ensemble. A little new makes you feel like you can take on the day, as you banter with Nick once more in the elevator.

Everything is fine until you hit your office and see the large pile of paperwork piled on top of your desk. You open the door and almost let out a groan at the handwritten letter on top of it all.

Welcome back. Have these ready by the end of the day. -- CB.

“He’s gonna be a real slave driver, that one,” Nick says with a shake of his head before giving you a sympathetic smile and leaving.

“That’s the least he could be,” you whisper into your empty office and roll back your shoulders before starting the work day, which you know it going to be a long one.

It’s half way through the first month of working for Carter Baizen, filled with a lack of sleep and dreaming about numbers, that he calls near the end of the work day -- that he needs you in his office. And for the first time since he took over Wyman, you’re standing there in front of his desk as he puts on his jacket. You raise an eyebrow, as he simply motions you to follow him.

“As much as I would follow blindly the next person, you need to tell me where we’re going, Mr. Baizen,” you exclaims as blue eyes look at you with amusement, “Just to let someone know if I end up in the Hudson.”

“You can only be paranoid of someone for so long,” he states with a crooked smile.

“Still paranoid of you,” is all you say on the matter, though it makes him laugh.

“It’s a charity event for the company, nothing but donors,” he explains as you nod and follow. A black car waiting near the entrance of the building takes you near the Rockefeller Center. You keep eyeing him suspiciously, as you enter a large but empty ballroom. You turn to look at him, as he smiles.

“And the event?” you question.

“In a month’s time, so you have plenty of time to figure it all out,” he declares, as you turn to look at him with surprise written all over your face. It almost makes him laugh right then and there.

“That isn’t part of my job description,” you counter weakly.

“Well, I’m the boss and for now on it is,” he laughs a little towards the end before pushing all the paper in your hands.

This was going to be a long month.

Some nights are filled with sleepless nights while others you can sleep a little better with everything you had done for the day, between playing different events on top of your data work you barely see Rocio -- barely have time to for a social life. However, you don’t break -- you refuse to cry and quit (because you know that’s the underlying motive to his cruelty) a job that you loved so much. Every other night you signed off another pile of work on his desk or send him pictures of another well done step towards the big charity event for the now-Baizen/Wyman Co., immaculate and with a smile.

His face never shows his true feelings, but you hope it bothers him deep down.

“ Fuck him ,” like Rocio had declared the last time you saw her.

On the night of the event, you are wearing a simple white blouse and black skirt combo. You aren’t here to enjoy the night, but rather to make sure that everything is going well -- running around with smiles and making sure that everyone is having a good time. It feels like your first job out of college, pleasing everyone was the curse of retail. The night is a rush for you that you don’t notice someone watching you the whole night.

‘Thanks to all of you we have exceeded our goals for the 3rd year in a row,” Carter Baizen declares from the stage upfront, turning up that deadly charm of his in his dark Giorgio Armani suit, as the rest of the guests clap -- patting themselves on the back. Blue eyes roaming and taking a secret glee in seeing the old men praising his “philanthropy” were the ones that once used to laugh and sneer behind his back.

However, his eyes stop near the back for a single moment, as he watches you talking to some staff with a tired smile on your face and your hair in slight disarray but everything else is on point, and if Carter didn’t know any better, simply by the aura --confident and exact-- he could automatically tell who was running this event. As much as he hates to admit, you had gone above and beyond all his expectations in the past two months.

In the moment, he doesn’t why he does it.

“However, none of this would have been possible without my wonderful employee ,” he points to you as the spotlight finds you immediately, “In the back!”

Everyone turns to look, unsure of what to do but clap, as he grins though unsure if it is out of arrogance or something else. You blink for a moment, confused as to what is going for a moment before giving a bright, red lipstick matted smile to the crowd and taking a small bow. Your eyes meet his and you keep smiling, tired but proud, and something gets stuck in the middle of his throat.

And in that moment, Carter Baizen was fucked all right.

Part 5

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sakuurae · 7 years

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after hours; prologue [m]

summary: your night job at taeyong’s strip club has always been a secret; it is how you are able to live well during your life at university. though, all is fine until a familiar face shows up at your work with surprisingly benevolent intentions.

❀ pairing: taeyong & reader insert || university!AU & stripper!AU

❀ includes: fluff, smut (strip tease, dry humping), alcohol mentions

❀ wc: 6.4k

❀ series: prologue — part 1 — part 2 — part 3 — ongoing

❀ note: Guess what?! Its our mans birthday!! :D Happy birthday my love, Taeyong <33 this series will have one more member included! He’ll make an appearance in the first chapter :) Its going to be a love triangle huhu

The blasting sound of rhythmic music roared over your head as you hesitated in front of the flashy neon entrance. Your friend was standing by your side, face illuminated by the blazing lights, just as reluctant as you were while her hand rested on the handle. “Okay,” she breathed, “you ready?”

You cocked an eyebrow upwards at her, puzzled. “Why are you the one asking me if I’m ready? It was your idea to come here.”

“And it was that one guy’s idea to send us here!” she retaliated, defensive in her stance.

You rolled your eyes like a petulant child; she wasn’t wrong, after all. Your friend, Yuna, had been searching for a new club to linger in for a while—but none had caught her eye. After hearing a plethora of lifeless complaints from Yuna someone decided to come to her rescue. It was during a lunch break from the busy university when a passerby heard her petty grouses; it was a man who was fairly built, tousled hair to perfection. He leaned in and inquired her of the obvious, and by doing so he sparked Yuna’s match of ranting. It did not take long for the stranger to tell her of a vivacious nightclub downtown; the name rolled off the tongue. Blue Moon, it was called.

Knowing Yuna, the insane partier she was, her interest skyrocketed turbulently and she begged you to come along with her the following night. It took a while—a ton of irksome pesters and propositions prodding at your thoughts—but you finally gave in with a defeated sigh. After studying for hours on end and cooping yourself up in the apartment, it was time you took a night out with her.

So, there you were, half past nine at night, in a tight ivory dress, the extravagant material hugging your body perfectly. Yuna was dressed a few notches more fetching than you in the resplendent scale—quite revealing, if one were to be frank about her eye-catching attire.

“Just open the door,” you groaned and took another step to the entrance.

Yuna swallowed her breath before pulling on the entrance, and once the door had fully swung open to reveal the lively treasures within the area you realized something was off. The unclassy tunes had a heavier bass than imagined, there was a scent of cherry and sweat that swirled together in a whimsical harmony—oh, and each worker appeared to be half naked or in clothes tight enough, giving the appearance of a cut-off circulation.

The door closed softly behind you, muted heavily by the blaring music, and Yuna latched her arm around your own. She started to drag your across the nightclub like a doll she feared losing. It was hard to see from the dimmed lights and flashing multicolored strobes—it was especially difficult to not bump into other drunken patrons who wanted to waste their friday night like you and Yuna. Jocularity spread from person to person like a virus and the crowd became more hyped up by the second; though, you became more lost.

There was a rapturous applause and loud cheers all of a sudden, and you turned your head to find the spectacle, to which your jaw dropped at.

You rooted your feet into the ground, unable to believe the sight. Shit, the nightclub that man recommended left out one important factor.

Judging from the barely clad woman hanging upside down on a pole that reached for the sky, a bright smile on her face as her eyes remained closed like she was diving into a fantasy of her own on the compact stage, there was an outlandish sentiment dawning over you. If it was not for the loose change and crisp dollar bills flying onto the stage, her stunt would had given it all away.

The nightclub that unknown man spoke too fondly of—the club you were in that very moment—was a strip club.

And as if that realization was a cue for your shock you were separated from your beloved friend in the crowd. The patrons bustled to and fro with money tight in hand, and you flowed throughout the sea of people like a lost bag in the wind. Once you barely made it to the outskirts of the crowd you chased for the sides of the nightclub like your life depended on it, catching your breath as you slumped against the surprisingly immaculate wall.

There was a bright bar next to you; not many people were stationed at the area because everyone was far too immersed by the several shows at hand. You turned your head left and right, finding other shows being put to play nearby. You cannot believe how oblivious you were to the entire situation. “Jeez,” you muttered under your breath and leaned to the bar, “definitely not what I had in mind.”

You let out a sigh and heard a couple of deep chuckles next to you. You turned your head and found a fairly good looking man rubbing the pad of his index finger over the rim of a martini glass. “Is everything alright?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him and studied his appearance. He was dressed far too nicely to be at a strip club—heck, he was probably wearing the most tasteful clothes here. The man appeared elegant, divine like no other, and you felt your body heat up at the sight of him. “Yeah,” you responded, voice cracking, “everything’s fine. I’m just a little surprised, and I lost my friend in the crowd.”

“Ah,” he let out in understanding. “Yeah-” he turned his head to the ocean of rowdy bodies, catching a glimpse of the stripper on stage who basks in the glory of her performance- “the crowd can get too crazy at times, but it’s worse on weekend nights.”

You tilted your head at his comment. Had he been here before? Too often to know—notice—the changes in the crowd? “I see.” You take a seat next to him on the empty stool, hands resting over your lap. “So, what brings someone like you here?”

“Someone like me?” he repeated, almost in disbelief but it was shielded with a grin. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“For starters,” you began. “You look way too nice to be at a strip club.”

The man laughed, tossing his head back like a little kid. You weren’t wrong though. He had on a casual suit, a white dress shirt free from wrinkles and a navy blue, two-button blazer on. With a better examination of his outfit and a light peek at your own, you two look like the most dressed individuals here—with no place at a strip club, of all area. “I’ll take the compliment. I’m always here—not there on stage, but here at the bar. We have good drinks, you know? Some of the best bartenders out there.”

“Do you?” you questioned, turning to the bar.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Though, I’ll let you be the judge of that-” the man raised his hand to catch the bartender’s attention- “Taeil, give her the same drink I have.”

The bartender nodded his head and began to work on your beverage. “Wow, you must be a regular if you know the workers’ names here.”

The man shrugged. “I guess you can say that.”

You watched the man tip the glass to his lips, the salty rim kissing his mouth as he takes a small gulp of the drink. There was something about him—a waggish aura that circulated around his being—and whatever it was it drew you in. Your lips were quirked up into a smirk, modest and innocent. One look your way and anyone was able to tell that it was your first time at Blue Moon—your first time at a strip club as crazy as it.

You propped your chin in your hand and mindfully watched the bartender create your drink. You could barely hear the shakes and pours, digs of ice and squeezes of lemons over the blaring music, but watching the tall man create your drink was more entertaining than everything else in the club. The man next to you had his eyes locked on your figure and he set his glass down, shooting the same question back at you, “What brings someone like you here?”

You peered at him and stretched. “My friend was in desperate need of clubbing and some man recommended this place as a nightclub—and forgot the important fact that it was a strip club.”

The expensively dressed man chuckled like he had heard a similar scene in the past. “That’s quite a story.”

“Tell me about it,” you commented. “So here I am, with my friend lost in the crowd and having the time of her life while I’m sitting at the bar—having the complete opposite.”

“So is talking to me not thrilling?” the man inquired jestingly.

“I didn’t say that,” you told him with an eye roll. “I barely know you.”

The man shrugged and began to play with the rim of his martini glass once more. “You can get to know me. We have-” he checked his watch momentarily to peer at the time, but still said- “all night, to be honest.”

“I guess so.”

A light silence lapsed and the dashing man was about to break the quietude on his own, but the bartender beat him to it. The bartender slid the drink on the bar to you, a smirk plastered on his face while he wiped his hands clean of the residue with a clean towel. “Enjoy,” he told you.

You looked down at the drink and thanked the bartender prior to locking eyes with the suit-clad man. “The moment of truth,” you told him.

The man smiled, a look one would give when they experience love for the second time in their life.

You held the glass to your mouth and took a sip, gulping down a fraction of its contents within a heartbeat. There was a burst of flavor—the alcohol barely present in the taste. An explosion of sweet, and the burning sensation chased soon afterwards—especially in your throat. Your face puckered, eyes clamped shut until the burning feeling dissipated.

“Holy shit,” you let out. “This really is good.”

“Right? It’s a mixture of vodka, Chambord liqueur, and pineapple juice. It’s sweet, but it gives you that kick.” The man raised his glass to the bartender, praising him. “Thanks, Taeil.”

The bartender grinned and started to clean the glasses before tending to the incoming patrons. “No problem, Taeyong.”

“Taeyong,” you said to yourself. You tilted your head and allowed it to imbue in your mind like a carving in stone. “That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks, might I ask for yours?”

“(y/n),” you told him. “It’s nice to meet you—sadly under these circumstances.”

Taeyong nodded. “The feeling is mutual.” He paused, trying to think of the right question to pop to continue the flow of the conversation. You stared deeply at your drink, not wanting to finish its delicious content quickly. “So tell me, what do you do for a living?”

You looked at him with a confused expression sketching on your face. Gulping, you imagined his reaction if you told him the truth. Nonetheless, you spoke. “I’m still stuck in university, struggling to live and such.”

He stared through you, aware that your answer was left unfinished. He wordlessly urged you to continue.

And so you did. “My friend and I room together in an apartment and rent’s a total bitch—don’t even get me started on food. Oh, and classes and textbook fees? Are you kidding me? I’m seriously not made out of money, but here we are. On a Friday night that I could be using to study.”

Rather than backing away, Taeyong laughed—surprisingly. A diminutive rant was not something he was expecting, but there was a hint of your charm seeping onto your words, dripping onto each syllable like a slow-burn solution.

You looked at the strippers back on the stage, not disgusted or finding it sort of… disturbing, but interested. They show off their body, get paid by their boss, and have more bills tossed to them onstage. They must be rolling in their own dough. “Hm, I heard strippers make a lot of money though.”

Taeyong looked over to the stage. “Honestly, they do—a lot, actually.”

“I could use that money,” you said lightheartedly. “I just have to learn how to dance well.”

Taeyong looked at you, seriousness written on his face. “That’s good to know.”

You turned your head back at him. “I feel like if I make as much as a stripper I’d be able to pay for rent, food, and go out on shopping sessions for myself.”

“You probably can.” He laughed.

“Then someone sign me up. I need the money.”

He took another moment to formulate another response. Was it the alcohol slowing him down, or was he really lost for words? “I see,” he straightened his posture, fighting the idea that creeped into his mind. “Sorry I can’t do much to help aside offer your pretty self drinks.”

“That’s fine,” you assured with a blush, “I can drink my problems away for one night.”

With that, you finished the entire glass.

Taeyong appeared impressed, as if his face did not give everything away.

You played with the glass in a similar manner he had, pursing your lips into a pout. “Is it okay for me to order one more?” you asked him and eyed the bartender.

“Go for it, I’ll take another with you.” Taeyong waited for the bartender to finish creating other drinks and serving it to the other customers. He waved his hand low in the air to rapture his attention. “Taeil, mind for two more?”

Taeil laughed and started to grab two glasses, each a different color on the rim. “If I can make one for myself while we’re at it.”

“Haha, nice one.”

When Taeyong brushed off the bartender’s request like a close friend, the bartender immediately started to shake up your drinks. “I’ll hand over a round of lemon drops,” he added.

“Lemon drops?” Taeyong asked, beating you to the question.

“It’s a new shot I’m working on,” Taeil informed. “It’s nothing fancy. Just tequila and lemon-lime soda—sugar on the rim.”

Taeyong cocked an eyebrow upwards. “So… nothing special to add to the menu?”

“It’s special,” Taeil responded heartily.

Taeil finished combining the contents into the miniature glass, the rim of it coated in thick sugar. He covered both shots with a square napkin and had one in each hand; soon, he slammed it onto the bar. The liquor started to create a foam on the top and he removed the napkins, sliding over the glasses to you and Taeyong. “Drink up while it’s still foamy, then let me know how it is.”

Taeil turned around and started to create the same drinks from earlier, immersing himself by testing tricks with his cocktail shaker.

You looked at Taeyong past the blanket of your lashes, hesitant to down the shot. He grinned at you. “Don’t worry, Taeil loves crazy combinations—but he always knows what he’s doing.”

Taeyong took the glass in his own grasp, studying the mixture until you held it in your own. You momentarily kept your eyes locked on the bubbles that rose to the top, but then downed the potent content in one go. Taeyong watched in brief astonishment; it appeared as if you unwillingness to remain in the strip club had washed away. It wasn’t like it was replaced with sheer bravado—you decided that if you were going to be stuck in the club all night with your friend lost in the crowd chatting up other patrons, you needed to have a fun time yourself.

And being sober was not one route to go down.

“Alright then,” Taeyong huffed. Then, he downed the shot soon after. It felt refreshing in a sense, despite the burn in his throat there was a kick of sweet that stood in place of the sour. “Ah, Taeil, this is good!”

Taeil beamed. “Thanks. Would you like another?”

Taeyong was about to say yes, the answer resting on the tip of his tongue, but he locked eyes with you first before responding. You smiled at him then waved your hand to the bartender. “We’d take two more if that’s alright. How’d you get it to foam up like that?”

“Well-” Taeil started to make the shots again, taking one minute’s time- “you just mix the two like normal then cover it with a napkin. After, you slam it onto the surface.”

“Shit, that’s really cool.” You laughed and downed the shot.

Taeil handed you and Taeyong the remaining shot glasses. “Give it a try.”

And so you did.

It was a small action—quite diminutive to say—but it made laughter rise from your chest like bubbles in extravagant champagne. It did not take long for your mind to become dazed by the alcohol, its effects already pricking at your being, and Taeyong’s. The converse that you two held up—topics that took too much effort to place your mind in—immediately withered down into drunken chortles and risible jests. What felt like minutes had swiftly morphed into hours, but to you and Taeyong it felt like time was not a present factor.

As night crept away by the hour many customers left with empty wallets, and a desperate few entered sharing the same fate—not that it minded you at all. People came to the bar for a quick drink and left, but you were too immersed in converse with Taeyong to pay mind. Little by little you started to notice his features—his quirks. His doe-like eyes that were filled with fascination, all caused by you. Amidst, shots had been taken to twist your coherent thoughts into a whirlwind.

Though, maybe a whirlwind was the missing key to complete the puzzle of interest with the dashing man. You found yourself leaning closer to him; to which he did the same, and inched closer to your face as if he could not hear your words over the music. He appeared more handsome from when you first met him, a gorgeous being inside and out, and you felt something tug onto your heartstrings. Lust or a raw attraction? Whatever it was, it prompted a small kiss.

The miniature gap between you two was filled with nothing but electricity, and exciting current rushing between you and Taeyong. You inched closer to him; he did the same, and you could feel his liqueur laced breath hit your skin. Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or the instant attraction that was shared—whatever it was, it drew one of you guys to crash lips on the other, engaging in a heated kiss that erupted a blossom of desire within your chest.

Your lips danced with his own, rhythmically moving to the beat of the song as everything escalated. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, a silent ask for entry into your mouth and you graciously allowed him to. You parted your mouth more and he slid his wet muscle inside of your cavern, feeling every nook of your mouth. Your tongue battled with his own, almost as if it was a war for dominance, but that eased away the second you felt his heated touch meet your thigh. His palm slid up, igniting a path of flames amidst, and he tugged at the hem of your dress.

You pulled away from him momentarily, eyes fluttering open and unable to focus on him despite being situated in front of his body. “Here?” you asked, unsure.

Taeyong’s gaze fell from your eyes to the cupid’s bow of your lips, almost like he expected another word to pour from your mouth. When silence ensued, everything felt like a lapse. His eyes trailed lower to the exposed curvature of your breasts; how they were sheening with a thin coat of sweat. Taeyong licked his lips nervously and directed his attention to you once more. He tugged on the hem of your dress once more. “No,” he let out. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. If not there, then where else? There was only the restroom and you did not want to imagine how grody it must be—so you did not want to step a single foot inside. “Where?”

Taeyong stood up and held a hand out for you. Once again, he appeared like a total gentleman. One could look at the scene shared by you two at hand and believe it was a kind man escorting you out of a nightclub; no one had a reason to suspect that he was about to get under your dress. “Follow me,” he urged.

Gladly, you did.

You took a hold of his hand and, rather than leading you out of the intoxicating nightclub, he led you into a private room off to the side. You did not notice it at first—it was enveloped by the darkness of the area—and he allowed you to waltz into the room. It was nicely illuminated by the colorful artificial lights, a leather sofa at the center with a glass table by its side. To call it roomy would be an understatement.

Taeyong closed the door behind him gently prior to walking behind you and placing his hands at your waist. He resumed the scene by peppering kisses on your neck, occasionally sucking onto the tender skin to leave a mark so that you could recall this perfectly the next day. You mumbled, smiling, “How’d you find this room?”

“I’m always at this club,” he told you.

“Why?” you hummed. “Watching the shows? Getting one of your favorite drinks—or is it something else?”

Taeyong paused; you felt him smile on your skin. “Is all of the above an option?”

You turned around and looped your arms around his neck. “It is,” you confirmed, smirking. “So, what would that ‘something else’ be?”

Taeyong chuckled and grabbed onto your arms, taking them off his body. You looked at him in confusion; he didn’t look like he was indifferent of you at all. There was a glint in his eye—a twinkle of malice or… lust. “Why don’t I show you?” he proposed and pressed a hand on your shoulder. Step by step, he walked forward as he pushed you back to the sofa until you fell onto its hard cushions.

Your lips parted at the sight, mind too jumbled to notice the quick shift in Taeyong’s demeanor. He took off the blazer he was wearing and let it pool at the floor. He closed his eyes, trying to make out the rhythm of the music from the main area of the nightclub because it was muffled past the damned door. He started to lightly bounce, feeling himself dive into the bass of the tune—soon, he became lost behind the music scores.

As he started to sway his hips—as mesmeric that already was—he was unbuttoning his shirt from the top one by one, moving at such a painfully slow pace, like his existence was constructed to tantalize you entirely. You grew impatient, which was what he probably wanted. Your mouth watered as you were left on the edge of your seat, eager for him to continue his teasing episode.

There was something about him: his handsome face and expressions, the nicely disheveled hair that was bound to become more ruined by the end of the night, and, chiefly, the way he moved his body. If you did not have a single conversation with him then you would be entranced by the way he moved his body. He was brawny, but he moved as if he was a thin paper—fragile and pliable.

You swallowed your breath and allowed yourself to relax by leaning into the sofa. You were unable to take your eyes off Taeyong; you never expected that the gorgeous man you met at the bar would hold a plethora of charisma within him—which he graciously showed off with his languid body movements.

Your interest was limpid, almost if Taeyong was able to read it off the walls. There was a glimmer in your eye that indicated a hopeless lust; you wanted to place your hands on his body, explore it like an undiscovered oasis, and he knew that all too well.

Of course, he used that factor to his advantage.

Taeyong, slowly but surely, stripped himself of the button up and tossed left it on the floor. His chest was revealed to you, toned and fairly built. Your sight fell lower to his pants that were still, to your dismay, on. You licked the outline of your lips, anticipating. You weren’t sure what was stirring your behavior or his own—but you also did not voice a single complaint. To say you enjoyed the scene, and what was about to come, was a euphemism.

Taeyong danced his way towards your seated figure, feet sliding on the unsullied floor as he said, “More?” He slid his palms down his own chest; oh, how you wished you could do the same.

You bit your bottom lip as a sorry try to hold back your inner desire that raged against your chest to voice out. His tone was laced with poison, a sweet kill coming your way, and you were practically addicted. “Yeah,” you told him, barely a whisper. Your voice blended with the air, barely audible despite the uneasy silence circulating the room.

“What was that?” he asked you, a sly smirk on his face. He leaned lower to you, closer enough for you to smell the alcohol that lingered on his breath. It was clear he heard what you said; he wanted you to repeat it.

And so you did.

“Yeah,” you rehearsed. “I-I want more.”

Taeyong chuckled and kissed your jawline. “You have to get more yourself.”

You tilted your head. Was your mind slow from the alcohol, or did that truly not make sense?

You placed your hand on his hips, pulling him closer to you as he straightened his spine. You sailed your palm over his stomach, thumb circling around his navel. “How am I going to do that?”

“You can…” Taeyong planted his feet in place, letting you do the work. “Strip me.”

You blinked twice, diffident at his hasty bid. He caught your reluctance, and it was almost expected. So he grabbed onto one of your hands and led the way for the first few moments. He guided your palm to his belt, waiting until you gained a grasp onto the buckle.

You smiled at the thought of stripping Taeyong; to be able to see his entire figure as a whole was an aspiration that made your mouth water. You began to fumble with the belt, sliding it out of the loops of his pants and leaving it by your feet. It took a heartbeat to zip his pants down and snake your hands into the confinement. You came in contact with his cock—and it was solid, a bead of liquid libidinousness seeping into his boxers.

You chuckled and rather than ridding him of his pants, you grabbed onto his hard member—tight enough to make him wince from pleasure. His body bent over, eyes closing as he plunged into the satisfying sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

You tugged him closer to you by lightly pulling on the loops of his pants, pressing him down next to you on the sofa to have him relax. You stood up, feet positioned on both sides of his lounging figure as darkness flooded your two orbs; the tables had turned. You were ready to return the favor and tease him the way he had strip teased you.

He looked up at you past his lush lashes in confusion, his vision doubling from the alcohol—delightfully from watching you strip down into your birthday dress. You slipped a sleeve off your shoulder in a slow, seductive motion. You started to sway your hips to the music that was barely audible, arms raised over your head as you became adrift from reality.

Taeyong soulfully smirked, captivated by your dancing self. You attempted to mimic the moves he did earlier—a simple tease, a basic strip of your apparel, but with a kick. You turned around and bent over, providing him with an a-class view of the curvature of your ass.

You heard him restrain a moan and when you raised yourself back up, turning your head over your shoulder with a smile to gawk at him, his head was thrown back and the tent that was growing in his pants had skyrocketed immensely.

“You like what you see?” you asked him, shaking your hips. “I’m just doing the same thing you did.”

He responded, “You look ten times better than what I did.”

“Mm,” you stepped closer to him, devoted to escalate the scene further, “do I?”

Your footsteps echoed throughout the room, increasing his voracity and ardor of enlivening aspirations. His member twitched in his loose pants, making you chuckle as if he was a smaller being than you. You reached him in no time, the silence chasing the moment as the song outside came to an end, soon transitioning into the next.

You placed a knee on the sofa, situating yourself on his lap. You looped your arms around his neck, a hand leafing through his locks as your grinded up on his cock. Taeyong moaned and stared up at you. He appeared torn: he could not decide on where to focus. Your breasts in his face, or the lovely expression of glee painting on your own?

He placed his hands on your hips, guiding the enticing pace as your eyes locked with his own. There was an unspoken avidity between you two, and it induced another electrifying kiss. His tongue immediately invaded your mouth and you moaned at the contact, swirling your tongue with his own with an intense harmony.

You lowered yourself directly over his clothed cock, rubbing your dampening core over his member in slow, small motions. Taeyong’s palms sneaked down to your thighs and tugged at the hem of your dress once more; only that time, it was an ask to reach underneath. And you granted it. His hands slid under the dainty material and hiked it up on his wrists. He squeezed the soft skin of your thighs before continuing his motion. You raised yourself and took his dick that quivered with thrill in your seize, palming it for a few moments until his hands met with your ass, that he squeezed with enough love. He fondled it as you slid down his cock, moans pouring from each other’s lips.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he broke the sloppy kiss, head hanging low. Taeyong was still rendered to the brink of extreme arousal. “You know, you seem like you’d make a great stripper.”

You took his hair in your hand, tugging his head back up to face you. “I can say the same about you.”

Your hips lifted from his own and he took the chance to run a finger over your shielded womanhood—and boy, was it soaked with your need. “You’re so… wet,” he informed you, sensual and silently.

“You know why?” you asked him. You circled your hips over the pad of his fingertip, building up the unbearable pleasure. “It’s all because of you.”

Taeyong basked in that compliment. He guided you back down over his cock, and he seemed to be more sensitive with every slow roll of your hips. “What’s wrong?” you asked as he let out a mesmerizing moan.

“I-” he hissed between his teeth- “fuck. N-nothing, this is just so hot and…”

You rolled your hips harder down onto his cock, feeling it twitch beneath you. Giggles had risen from your chest. “And… what?”

Taeyong mumbled, sentence incomprehensible.

“What was that?” you questioned once more, sucking a love bite onto his neck.

“Shit,” he spat out. “I-I’m going to come,” he told you, almost shamefully. Piecing together what was left of your mind and catching a clearer view of his face, he seemed almost… embarrassed from coming so quickly—under your touch, especially.

You laughed. “You’re going to come in your pants?”

Taeyong was quiet, mind practically absent.

“Not by my mouth, or being inside of me?” you added. “Don’t you want that?”

You grinded down on his pulsating cock once more. Shit, that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. You wanted to marvel at the sight of his dick: how it would be leaking with desire, an angry red from holding back the need to come, and the immense length unraveling before your eyes.

“I do,” he breathed.

“But… you’re going to come in your pants—from me grinding down on you alone.”

Your mouth was at the conch of his ear as you continued feeding him sweet nothings. He almost seemed like he was going insane from your words, touch—everything.

He hesitated, unable to search for any other answer. “I am.”

“How dirty.”

You rolled your hips heavily over his cock, feeling it twitch grandly one last time. “Then…” you trailed off, holding off the command. “Come for me.”

You lifted yourself off him, knees still situated in place, and Taeyong had come in his pants. The thin material of his boxers were dampening with his warm seed, some even seeping onto his outer fabric that was sure to leave an annoying white stain. Taeyong moaned your name like no other, a lovely rhapsody to your ears as it ripped from his throat. His head was tossed over the backing of the couch, neck extended and revealed for your lips to press on, and he released an extended groan.

His chest was heaving, grip painfully tight on your skin as his mind dazed with magnificence. “Shit,” he panted. “I- ah…”

You sucked another mark onto his skin, a hand moving to palm his cock over his soaked apparel until his mind returned to earth.

After a few heavy breaths, he looked at you with half-open eyes. “T-that was good,” he told you.

You shrugged it off, ready for him to return the favor. “What about me?” you asked him, taking his hands out from under your dress. You reached behind you, tugging the zipper down. “I want to come as badly as you did…”

Taeyong beamed. “That can be arranged.”

Your panties were soaked and your mind was an absolute mess, a fuzzy feeling spreading throughout your body, just like his own. You stood up, grip tight at the hem of your dress; you were ready to rid yourself of the material, prepared to display your body for Taeyong in a flawless manner.

Well, until you were rudely interrupted.

Taeyong never locked the door, and that fact never dawned upon the both of you. You didn’t think that someone would intrude, or even be aware of the private rooms inside the nightclub. A familiar face appeared at the entrance—and it was the bartender’s, after a good time of studying, squinting at his features.

“What do you want, Taeil?” Taeyong grumbled, annoyed at the intrusion.

Taeil shook his head, trying to drown out the fact that his friend was half naked and alone with you in the room. “What are you doing in here?” he shot back. “Testing a potential new employee?”

Taeyong’s eyes widened; it seemed as if he hadn’t drank enough shots for him to unsuccessfully latch onto a thread of words. You tilted your head at Taeil, puzzled. Taeyong stammered, “N-no, I-”

“-because Seulgi just quit,” Taeil interrupted. “We’re in need of someone new and…” he stopped, catching a glimpse of you. The scene that had just occurred was obvious: a strip tease—good enough to make Taeyong come in his pants, or what it seemed to be to Taeil. An idea sparked in his mind fast like a fresh light bulb flickering on, and he voiced the thought easily, “She seems like she can do the job. With that face, and you just finishing a session with her—we can have her for the job.”

“Job?” you repeated distastefully, turning your head to Taeyong whose eyes were still blown wide with shock. “What is he talking about?”

“We can talk later.” Taeil shrugged, already exiting. “Think about it, Tae. We need a new dancer.”

“Tae?” you asked, mind desultory at the nickname. “What’s Taeil talking about—and a new dancer? Is he referring to me?”

“(y/n),” Taeyong sighed.

“What is it?” You looked down at him, eyebrows furrowed together.

Taeyong gulped, thought process slow and the lightbulb in his mind flickering on and off. “I didn’t really want to drag you into this business… but after tonight—with that amazing stunt just now—it would be hard for me to let you go.”

“What are you talking about? And with what that bartender said, can you tell me what he meant? Someone leaving the job, and me replacing her?”

Taeyong sighed, realizing that there was no way out of the situation. He wasn’t sure how you were going to take the news, or his inquiry—would you be crossed, confused, or perhaps both? He was afraid to ruin the sprouting relationship, lost in fear that this would had sent you off like you had no place in the nightclub to begin with. Or perhaps it was the alcohol holding him back and dawning such ideas over his brain.

“Well?” You crossed your arms whilst growing frustrated.

“Y-you were amazing just now,” he complimented, beating around the bush. “That’s no lie.”

“And?”

“And you can become better,” he responded, immediate and off the bat. “You said you wanted to make money, right?”

You shifted your stance. “What are you talking about?”

“I run this strip club,” he informed you nonchalantly, catching you by surprise. Of course he did; everything appeared to make sense after the plain confession. The free drinks, fancy attire, knowing the names of the workers and pay, the private rooms—stripping. He knew, and had, it all. And he was ready to offer you to be a part of the team.

“I-I’ll pay you good.” Taeyong gulped, finally popping the long-awaited question that had taken you aback by genuine surprise, “How do you feel about becoming a stripper here at Blue Moon?”

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