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Displeasing Encounters & Passionate Debates // Chapter 3
My Masterlist
// Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 - mood-board // Chapter 3 //
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader
Summery: After returning form district 12 Coriolanus snow has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Wealth, status, power, he's got it all. What happens when he discovers that Dr Gaul, his mentor, has taken on a new assistant.
Warning: NSFW / SMUT SMUT SMUT / Swearing / Chocking (let me know if i have forgotten anything)
A/N: Hey Hey everyone, me again. So sorry it's been a minute! here is chapter 3 and as promised things get REAL heated (be warned). im so excited for you all the read this. it originally was going to be alot longer of a chapter but i decided that is probs way to much to hit you with in one sitting, so instead i have broken it into 2 parts (the next one being chapter 4) which means it's basically ready to go. Enjoy my loves.
Word Count: 4.09K
The gala was an event Coriolanus Snow would rather have avoided.
Unfortunately duty calls in the most unpleasant ways - or at least he thought so. His presence was deemed necessary as per request, or more so demanded, by the ever-manipulative Dr. Gaul.
Don’t be mistaken, there are most definitely aspects of these festivities that Coryo enjoys. The potential for connecting and becoming well acquainted with the elites of the capital, the music isn’t too unbearable, and the endless amount of free posca is always a plus.
Coryo stands in the corner of the lavish party surrounded by some of his peers. He is barely paying attention as Clemensia and Festus argue over some social scandal. Instead he absentmindedly sips form his bubbling drink, letting his gaze trail off.
The opulent hall is one of the few buildings in the city that survived the war. The walls show its age, the once white walls now an ivory. The ceiling, he swore was as high as his own apartment is tall, held up by marvelous pillars carved from marble, the points in which they meet the floor and roof adorned in flecks of gold.
Coriolanous marvels at the extravagant interior of the building, trying to distract himself from the feeling of dread that sits low in his stomach. The impending knowledge that he will have to spend the night in her company overpowers anything enjoyable about this occasion.
The thought of having to be in her irritating presence and listen to her vexatious voice, which will undoubtedly taunt and argue with him, puts an extreme damper on his mood.
Tangled in his thoughts of loathing, he shifts his focus to the entrance of the hall. A grand staircase, made from a similar stone to the pillars, cascades down leading to the middle of the floor. He watches as guests continue to slowly pour in through the doors and down the opulent stairway, spilling out into the room to join their associates and friends.
One person in particular catches his attention as they stand at the top of the staircase - y/n.
He almost chokes on his posca.
Coriolanous can’t help but be taken aback by her appearance. He notices her radiant smile, the way her red satin dress hugs her figure in the most delicious way, bringing his attention to things he has never thought to notice before. The front of her gown droops and pools elegantly at her bust, exposing the natural curves of her body. It hugs her waist and hips snugly, to then flow from the knee down, the silky fabric spilling on the floor around her. As she makes her way down the stairs he takes note of the subtle elegance in her movements, her grace captivating and mesmerizing.
He might have thought to describe her as a vision of beauty, but he is immediately reminded why he would never actually conjure such thoughts when her gaze meets his, her once illuminating smile transforms into a hard scowl.
He whips his head back in the direction of his friends and kicks himself mentally, embarrassed that he was not only caught blatantly staring, but also that he allowed himself to think such ludicrous things about such a vile creature.
Coriolanous tries desperately to pay attention to the conversation between his friends in an attempt to distract himself. However, his efforts are in vain as he feels a presence approach him from behind, and to his immense displeasure it’s her.
He slowly turns his head again to acknowledge her approach, mimicking the feral scowl she odderend moments before.
His stomach flutters in what he assumes is a physical reaction to his dislike for the girl, but he can’t help but admire the way she carries herself with such determination.
‘What is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself.
“Ah, If it isn’t Coriolanous snow, what a pleasure” she says in the most taunting way, each word laced with sarcasm.
Her expression couldn’t have been any more insincere.
“Mmm, the pleasure is mine” he retorts, pulling his mouth in a tight line as he copies her tone of insincerity.
“You haven't come with any more of those hideous reptiles have you?” he teases, taking a slow sip form his glass
“I didn’t need to, there are already one too many snakes at this party” she scoffs in amusement.
Coriolnaous hardens his glare in her direction, offended by her comment. In the back of his mind he can’t help but find her jabs and retorts amusing.
Despite his inner turmoil, Coriolanus maintained his facade of disdain, refusing to let y/n see the effect she is having on him. He squares his shoulders and plastered on his most arrogant expression, determined to keep his emotions in check.
Dr. Gaul however, had other plans.
Before either of them have the opportunity to grace eachother with more vulgar statements, their mentor appears beside them, as if she materialized from thin air.
Dr. Gaul is many things, but she is not a fool, and only a fool would be blind enough to not notice the tension brewing between her two star pupils.
“Well… my, my, you both scrub up nice” the professor taunts.
Y/n and Coriolanous both offer her a smile in return for the unusual flattery.
“Now, i think it the most appropriate moment for me to take the time to display my studious protojays to our guests” she continues as she grabs both of their arms, leading them towards a large group of men which Coriolanous recognises to be politicions apart of president Ravinstills party.
After spending what felt like a great deal of time mingling with numerous elites of the capital, Dr. Gaul decides it to be a perfect opportunity to intervene in the interesting relationship blossoming between her students… and have some fun while she’s at it.
“Now my most special pets…” she begins, her smile turning wicked.
Coryo internally cringes at the nickname, uncertain of where this is going.
“...I think that now would be the most splendid time for you both to do me the honor of taking the floor for a dance.”
Silence follows her request.
Corionlanous and y/n both stare at her, eyes wide, trying to process what their teacher just said.
Surely this has to be a joke - he thinks.
He quickly looks to the dance floor filled with men and women pressed against each other, gliding in unison as the move to the music echoing from the orchestral band.
He snaps his head back to Gaul, mouth opened ready to protest the horrid idea, but before he is able Dr. Gaul motions them away with her hand giving them both a pointed stare, emphasizing the fact that her demands are non negotiable.
“I'll be watching from here” she says tauntingly. Coryo swears he hears her chuckle slightly.
Accepting his fate begrudgingly, he turns to y/n and offers his hand. She narrows her stare at him and his hand, scrunching her face in audacity.
She rolls her eyes and huffs in annoyance, clearly realizing she has no way out of this and places her hand in his.
Her hand is soft and supple, much smaller than his own - he blinks hard trying to rid himself of these preposterous thoughts as he leads them to the center of the floor.
They stand between the other pairs of men and women and turn to face one another, ensuring to keep some distance between themselves.
With one of her palms still in his, y/n reaches slowly with her opposite hand, placing it softly on his strong shoulder.
Coriolanus doesn't miss the look of distaste that flashes across her face before she glares at him. Taking that as a sign to reluctantly place his own free hand in the small of her back.
Her clear effort to keep distance from him makes this position feel, and no doubt look, incredibly awkward. Annoyed and not wanting people to poke fun at them Coriolans pulls her closer to him, the force and speed of the action causing y/n to gasp in shock and stumble slightly against him. She snaps her head to face him, narrowing her eyes in anger as a melody begins to play.
If looks could kill… he is sure he would be dead
Despite their initial reluctance, they find themselves swaying to the music, their bodies moving in sync as they glide across the floor in a waltz of sorts.
Coriolanous looks away from her and into the direction of his mentor, who stands in the same spot with a few other guests, she seems to be smirking in their direction.
“Your not half bad” y/n states plainly, a hint of surprise behind her words.
The comment brings his attention back to her and his confusion prompts her to continue.
“At this, I mean… dancing,” she affirms as they continue to move around the floor.
His mouth makes an O shape, understanding what she is regarding.
“My grandmam, used to make me practice with her- ” y/n stiffles as laugh at his confession.
“-but only to prepare for events like these” he tries to save himself from further embarrassment, far too aware of how that must sound.
“You're not as hopeless as I would have thought either” he smirks as he raises their clasped hands, spinning her around.
She performs the step with ease, positioning herself back in front of him as his hand takes its previous position on her back
“I have been made to take lessons since i was young” she states matter of factly, mildly insulted by the remark.
His smirk deepens in response.
“I'm not sure I can take your word for it” he challenges. Determined to taument her as she does to him.
“Well keep up then” she teases, matching his expression, accepting his challenge.
As the music's tempo quickens their dancing picks up pace. They move expertly across the floor, showcasing both their abilities. They match the moves and fluidity of the other couples, whilst also trying to one up each other, as it had become somewhat of a competition to them as things usually do.
There comes a point where Coriolanus has the urge to be bold, or maybe it's a surge of confidence.
As if it was an involuntary reaction of his body’s natural doing, he sends y/n down into a dip.
He has no time to regret his movement as It catches them both off guard as they still in the position.
Holding her tightly with his arm placed firmly around her waist, their faces mere inches apart.
Time seemed to slow, the blood pounding in his ears. He can only focus on the way y/n’s chest heaves heavily in surprise so close to his own.
They lock eyes, and he swears the world has stopped.
His crystal blue orbs bore into hers, he can’t think of anything else, drowning in her dazzling gaze.
Coriolanus was acutely aware of y/n's rapid breaths, the heat radiating from her skin, and this odd feeling simmering between them.
And again, in a reaction not of his own conscious doing, their lips draw closer in an unspoken invitation.
Y/n’s eyes flick down to his lips and then quickly back to his eyes. Her mouth parts open ever so slightly, letting out a short staggered breath.
It makes him forget where he is, who he is, who she is.
He is rudely brought back to reality.
Before he acts on his impulses, they hastily pull away from each other. The spell broken as they retreated from the other's embrace, both flustered and embarrassed by the close encounter.
She stares at him, chest heaving. He can’t make out what emotions are swirling beneath her hard exterior.
He clenches his fists at his side and takes in a deep breath, angered and embarrassed by his actions.
Y/n reciprocates his stance and then quickly turns on her heel, disappearing into the crowds of people.
Coriolance doesn't wait to see where she runs, he turns around in the opposite direction, marching god knows where.
Seeking solace from the chaos of the gala, Coriolanus, feeling overwhelmed, decides to take a walk to get some air.
He walks through the halls of the building, his dress shoes click on the sleek marble floor, echoing in the extravagant passages.
He needed to clear his head.
“What the fuck just happend” he whispers to himself, wiping his hand over his face.
He despises y/n- No,
Loathes her.
So what in the name of Panem has come over him.
Racking his brain to understand why he had felt that he wanted to- No…
Needed to close the gap between them back on the dance floor.
Lost in thought, he strode through the corridors with purpose, oblivious to his surroundings.
In his haste, he collided with someone, almost knocking them over.
Y/n - It was y/n.
“Watch where you're going” he huffs at her, brushing off his tux as if she had dirtied him with her touch.
“That's rich coming from you” she retorts
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he questions, his voice laced with disgust, desperately trying to remind himself how he feels for her.
Their initial shock now gave way to heated exchanges.
She straightens herself, crossing her arms in front of her.
He curses himself for how his eyes steal a glance at the way her movement accentuates her chest.
“This seems to be a regular occurrence for you” she points, referring to the past two times this has happened.
She’s not wrong, but of course he would not let her know that.
“I think you mean ‘we’ as it involves the both of us” he asserts, taking a step closer to her. He towers over her, his height allowing him to claim some form of dominance.
The begin to sling vulgar words at one another, with each one it becomes more heated, getting in each other faces
“ Is your ego really that big that it blinds you?” she spits at him.
He stares down at her, letting out a large breath he didn't know he was holding.
Y/n’s scowl fiercens as she steps closer to him and continues.
“Maybe if it wasn’t so large you would be able to see where you're going.”
Infuriated by her audacity Coriolanus snaps,
“Is there a singular bone in your pathetic body that carries any regard or decency” he demands, chest heaving in anger.
“Is there any in yours” she immediately hurls back at him.
He takes a determined step closer to her, making them as near as they were when they were dancing moments ago. Their faces so close their noses almost brush together.
“You are absolutely insufferable” he sneers at her.
“The feelings mutual” she heaves.
He watches her lips as she speaks, the deep shade of red that adorns them catches him in a trance. He focuses on her sharp labored breaths, much similar to his own. The heat from their interaction radiates, tangling together in the very slim space between them.
Suddenly, there is a shift in their dynamic.
He barely has time to register his actions before it’s in the midst of happening.
In a moment of reckless abandon, Coriolanus closed the distance between them, capturing y/n's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
The tension between them having reached a boiling point, fueling the fire of their mutual disdain and clearly an undeniable undercurrent of attraction, a raw desire that neither could ignore.
Again like the dip, he can’t seem to comprehend the motive behind his actions. However, he doesn't have time to or allow himself to regret it as things begin to move quickly.
Any initial hesitation melted away as the kiss deepened.
Hands roamed freely and ravishingly, grasping at fabric and flesh with desperate urgency. Hair was tugged, nails dug into skin, and breaths mingled in heated gasps as they surrendered to the intoxicating pull of lust.
The heat between them was palpable, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
His movements rough and demanding as he captured y/n's lips in a bruising kiss that left them both gasping for air.
There was no gentleness in their embrace, only raw, primal need as their mouths clashed in a battle for dominance.
Y/n responded with equal ferocity, her nails digging into Coriolanus's back as she pushed him against a wall.
Taken aback by her fight for control, Coryo bites down on y/n’s lip and tugs, eliciting a moan from her plump lips.
God that might have been the most heavenly sound he has ever heard.
With a growl he grabs her firmly by her waist and flips them around, pinning her beneath him.
Tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need and desire. Coriolanus's hands roamed hungrily over y/n's body. Y/n responded with equal fervor, her grip tightens on him as she pulls him closer, her body arching against his in a silent plea for more.
With a shared urgency, they pushed through a nearby door, seeking refuge in the privacy of an empty room.
Eliciting a deep growl of need, Coriolanus lifted y/n into his arms, carrying her to the nearest surface—a table that stood invitingly in the center of the room.
Without breaking their kiss, he hoists her up, placing her where he wanted.
Coriolanus trailed rough kisses along y/n's neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of bruises in his wake. His hands were everywhere, gripping and pulling at her with a fierce possessiveness that spoke of his overwhelming desire for her.
With a groan of frustration, Coriolanus reached for the hem of y/n’s skirt, lifting it up, eager to feel her, to taste her, to claim her as his own.
Their tumultuous history forgotten in the heat of their newfound connection.
Coriolanus could not make this happen as fast as he wished-
as he needed.
He bunches y/n’s dress up around her waist. The silky red fabric pooling at her hips and on to the table. Y/n catches on quickly, replacing his hands with her own, allowing Coryo to be free to do as he desires.
In a flurry he taps her knee, silently asking her to let him in. She obliges, allowing him to stand between them. His hands rake up her thighs, he stills when he reaches between her legs, caressing the lace fabric that graces her most intimate parts.
With trembling hands, y/n reached for the fastenings of Coriolanus's trousers, eager to feel him, to taste him, to lose herself in the depths of passion.
She undoes his belt and fly, and manages to pull down his pants past his knees, but he stops her before she can grasp him through his boxers. His cock straining against the fabric. He holds her wrists tightly and presses them against the table.
Coriolanus trailed kisses along y/n's neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin as he makes his way down her body, worshiping every inch of exposed skin. His hands roamed freely, teasing and tantalizing as they explored the contours of her figure.
He rubs her through her lacy underwear, feeling how slick she is through the delicate fabric. The friction eliciting soft moans and gasps of pleasure from y/n's lips.
He moves the delicate fabric to one side allowing himself full access. He slips one digit inside of her pussy, conjuring a high pitched gasp from y/n, which only spurred him on more.
He adds another finger, and curls them upwards, beginning to bump them in and out at a devilish pace. The sensation makes y/n break from their heated kiss and throw her head back in pleasure.
Coriolanous takes the opportunity to wrap his free hand firmly around her throat, pulling her closer. Y/n gasps, or tries to, as Coriolanus tightens his grip restricting her airway, which only turns her on more. Y/n’s mouth hangs open in pure bliss as Coryo picks up the pace with his fingers.
“You like that hmmm” he hums roughly in her ear.
She nods frantically, unable to offer him a verbal response. Her eyes screw shut as she feels a knot of pleasure form in her stomach.
But Corionlas is not having it. His grip tightens around her neck forcing y/n to open her eyes and look at him.
“Answer me” he demands, letting his grip loosen ever so slightly so y/n can form a response.
“Yes” she respond breathless
Coriolanus movements slow and y/n whines in protest
“Yes, who?” he teases.
“Yes Coyro” y/n whines, her big doe eyes staring into his icy blue ones.
In that moment, there were only the two of them, and Coriolanous was ready to take this one step further.
He retracts his fingers from y/n’s aching pussy and removes his grip from her neck. The new found emptiness causes her to whine softly, the sound drowned out by Coryo attacking her with his lips once more.
Coriolanus pulls his boxes and pants the rest of the way down, freeing his length from the confining fabric.
Before y/n has a chance to whine, comment, or do anything of the matter, he pushes himself inside of her wet throbbing cunt. Y/n moans deeply as he stretches her, he growls possessively in response to how her tight walls squeeze him.
As Coriolanus thrusts into her passionately, the force of his desire driving him deeper with each powerful movement, y/n's breath caught in her throat. The intensity of his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a primal fire that burned hotter with each relentless thrust.
Her nails dug into Coriolanus's back, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she clung to him desperately,
Every movement sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, eliciting delicious noises from the both of them.
Coriolanus's grip on her tightened, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin as he claimed her with a possessive fervor that left her trembling with need. His primal moans of pleasure echoed in her ears.
With each thrust, y/n's world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of Coriolanus filling her completely, his touch sending her spiraling towards the edge of oblivion as she feels that familiar knott begin to form again.
Her cries of pleasure only spurred him on further. The sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the empty room as she was consumed by the fiery inferno of their passion.
Y/n’s fingers tangle in his blonde locks and tug, causing him to break their heated kiss with a hiss. He instinctively wraps his hand around y/n’s throat once more and squeezes.
He watches her face as he continues to thrust in and out of her core, the tension in y/n's body reaching a fever pitch, her senses overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure that coursed through her veins.
And then, in a moment of sheer abandon, she felt it—a surge of liquid warmth that flooded from her depths, drenching Coriolanus in a torrent of her desire.
The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a release that seemed to leave her trembling with ecstasy as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves.
The sensation only brought him to his peak, thick ropes of white covering her thighs as he pulled out.
For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the afterglow of their climaxes, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and desire. And as they stand there, spent and sated.
And then suddenly the reality of the situation hits.
As the shock of their passionate encounter lingered in the air, Coriolanus and y/n hastily dressed themselves, their movements stiff and awkward as they avoided each other's gaze, not uttering a word. Despite the intense connection they had shared, they couldn't bring themselves to acknowledge what had transpired between them. Croiolanus’s mind reeling with disbelief at the unexpected turn of events.
Silent and tense, they endured the remainder of the gala, stealing glances at each other from across the room.
Their stares filled with a mix of confusion and desire. And when at last the night came to an end, they parted ways without a word, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy between them.
A/N: What did we think yall?? shit really hit the fan (in the best way possible), or at least i think so. This was also my first time writing smut so please be kind. what are your guy's thoughts? please let me know if you have any suggestions ideas or ask me a question x you can do that here.
Also i don't give permission for my work to be posted without credit or whatever.
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It’s the beginning of the comfort arc we’ve all been eagerly anticipating and it delivered more than I could have ever imagined fuck! I have so much to say BUT FIRST thank you for sharing your writing with the world it literally is amazing through and through - so carefully and beautifully crafted - and every update makes my day/night <3
Big thing for me in the last few chps is i appreciate so much how you tackle themes that mirror real life. It's in a way that’s nuanced and really makes me feel really :(( - but in a good way - in a way that makes me and i'm sure many others feel seen on so many levels. Like:
(1) Hwa in chp 10 mirroring the experience of not being accepted by family as a queer person - but also, tell me if im going too deep into this - but there’s an intersection of identities that you unpack - of class identity (i.e. Hwa’s need for career security which he was leaning on his family for) converging with his family’s expectation of heteronormativity - which meant that back then, Hwa’s relationship with San couldn’t coexist with him pursuing his passion. Like that’s a very real thing for so many people and a pretty complicated thing to explore but you expressed it in a natural way that feels very validating.
And then (2) in chp 12 Woo illuminating the experience of being a minority - when he says ‘fucking alphas’ when yunho is like ‘our girl’ - like as much as I love that possessive/intense caring vibe, woo is so fucking FAIR!!! Like that entitlement (altho obvs for yungi we know it's different) is such male behavior and I’ve KNOWN that rage woo feels, that ‘ugh alphas’ feeling is one I and I’m certain many others have felt in the context of living in an IRL patriarchy and idk… the fact that you can write that experience in a way that hits that hard, succinctly with subtlety AND clarity - damn you’re so good and I hope you know you’ve done these experiences so much justice in your writing.
But anyway on another less #deep note (lol): the ‘yeah baby?’, the ‘can I put you down sweetheart?’, the searching eyes, the cautious but caring touches, the tender kisses (p.s. I died when yunho started licking her neck omg why would you do this to us) - JESUS it’s too much for me to handle but I need it like I need air so THANK YOU. Now that yungi and mc are in the very same intimate space, that very same apartment, that very same bed that yungi/mc all began, I'm on my tippy toes patiently awaiting a new and ~soft~ dynamic.
So happy to hear you’re excited about writing again and once again, AMAZING JUICE!!
-Cloud ☁️ xxx
CLOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! your comment literally just hit me straight in the heart as always, thank you so much.
to answer/comment on some of what you said.... yes absolutely to your comments on chapter 10. i obviously don't know too much about the member's actual upbringings or family finances.... but i certainly see a particular type of small town/working class energy from san. he projects a bit of life confidence and surety that personally informs a lot of how i write him. to me it felt natural to contrast that with seonghwa here and add an extra layer of tension to their relationship. i think for san, being rejected because of money was a hard line in the sand for him..... but that's also his own prejudices and life experience at play. i'm excited to work more with them in future chapters and expand on this.
also chap 12 like..... YESSSSS - the thing that i always love about a/b/o is that you get to play with that possessiveness to the nth degree and when you fold in elements around claims and bonds it gets even crazier. yunho and mingi have this very sure feeling that reader is theirs ....and yes, that's somewhat true just like they are hers......... but that doesn't mean that she (and omegas by extension) are just property. i really wanted to write the arc with minseok so that later on when all the happy endings happen, reader's autonomy is obvious, it's clear that it's her agency and her choice. so thank you as always for catching those moments.
on your last comment.......................there is SO much more comfort yungi coming i can't even tell you. i'm a serious sucker for hurt/comfort arcs as a reader and writer, and i just seriously believe that people who go through hard things like this deserve a person who can be there and hold them like they need to be held. it's truly my favorite thing to write as a romantic bitch 😭 so yeah get ready..... yunho and mingi are shifting into patient, loving, kind, and tender mode before things get back to hot and heavy
thank you as always, your comments bring me so much joy 💗
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for the fic writees ask, 49? (im reading a galling yoke so i hope youll talk about the next chapter 😂😂) and also 15 33 and 41 bc im curios
What’s your favourite AU that you’ve written?
My best AUs are for Philinda lol. My favourite is Committed to the Cause, a POTUS/USSS one with Coulson as the president and May as his head of security.
If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?
My ideal chapter length to write is 4–7k, which is also about my ideal chapter length to read. Maybe my reading ideal is on the shorter end, so more like 3–5k, but gfhjsgdhs that’s not too big a difference.
Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
There are a few that come to mind. The main ones are literally anything by @indilwenofmirkwood (but especially What Makes Her Tick, which can be read here on AO3 and here on FFN) and Kismet by @midnightlovestories (can be read here on AO3) for how they developed plot/romance, analysed my comfort character, and got some whumpy goodness snuck in there. The former is for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. while the latter is for The Addams Family.
Feel for You by @parksanddownton603 (can be read here on AO3) made me fall in love with a specific tone of AU and gave me the motivation to try my hand at writing an AU like they did (also for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.). On the flipside, Defensive Wounds by @rebecca-in-blue (can be read here on FFN) is an in-universe fic but I greatly admire the characterisation in it and would love to know and honour my blorbos as well as they do. It’s for NCIS.
Another one for the Addamses, Human by @unhappychildhavingfun (can be read here on AO3) packs the kind of emotional, meaningful punch that I want my writing to throw. Though I also aspire to churn out numerous one-shots that just put my guys in situations the way @suallenparker does (if I must name particulars, the ones that affect me the most in this way have been Bulletproof, Lifeline, Safe and Sound, Liar, Mayism, Second Chances, and Being Someone Else, all for Philinda hfjsgdhhd).
And can’t play dead by @widespindriftgaze (can be read here on AO3) is…simply some of the best creative writing I’ve ever read. I love how they dabble in various, sometimes small/short-lived fandoms; I long to do that.
Welp, that was more than a few.
I hope the authors don’t mind being tagged—I wanted anyone who reads this post to be able to click onto your blog directly, but if you’d rather I not tag you, let me know and I’ll neutralise the ping right away. Sorry!!
(And of course, the one you’ve been waiting for, anon—)
What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!
I am currently working (well, focusing) on A Galling Yoke, my Sherlock Holmes x Reader exes-/friends-to-lovers casefic. (It was actually supposed to be enemies-to-lovers lolol.) I’m like a third or so into Part 12, and I’ve got like seventeen chapters planned total plus an epilogue. Exciting stuff!!
And hey, you want a few lines? >:P
“No.”
“Mr Holmes, I cannot impose—”
“It shall not happen!”
You straightened in your seat, shoulders tensing. Sherlock groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
“I meant not to be…domineering,” he said. “But […] am I not to assume that you came here…for a reason?”
He and you looked at each other for a long, open moment.
I grabbed that out of the middle of a conversation for Maximum Suspense. I cut out […] because what I have written there currently is a bit of a placeholder. There was another part I wanted to share because it’s got a long quote from Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton”, but I figured that excerpt was a tad too spoilery. I’m sure you guys will prefer this romantic tension anyway. ;P
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How Reckless (Intruality) ═SOULMATE AU═ || Sanders Sides Big Bang 2022
By Artist_Hope; beta read by @edupunkn00b and @kaythegay2022; art by @dystopiagnome and @im-an-anxious-wreck
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
AO3 Link!!
Chapter: 4/4
Chapter word count: 1436
A total of 24 Google Doc pages, at 12 size Times New Roman font and ×2 line space.
Janus was walking out of the cafe when he saw a relatively short man recklessly cross the road. He figured it was a local who just knew the timing but the second he saw another man following the short one, he moved closer with a bad feeling. The auburnet looked down the street, seeing a car speeding closer. Without really even thinking, he dropped his cup, pulled the ravenet out of the street and held a hand on the man's waist to keep him close until the car passed. "Jackass driver…"
The man he saved blinked a little, before letting out a sigh of pure shaken relief and what seemed to be an instinct of putting his hands on Janus'. "Thank you…"
Janus went to say "you're welcome" when he saw his crazy Soulmate mark glow a bright dark blue. Similarly, the man he had just rescued seemed to have a yellow glow coming from where Janus' hands were through his top. "Did I really just save the man who's supposed to be my soulmate? Is that really how this is gonna start?" Janus asked no one in particular, but clearly not talking to the man in his arms.
Logan blinked as he stared at the man holding him. "You're telling me… I looked like an idiot for a first impression." A sigh. "I promise, I am not normally that unattached to reality. I was merely worried about my friend."
Speaking of, Patton was working on dashing back across the street. "Oh my god, Logan, are you okay?! I'm sorry for running off, I'm so out of it today—"
"It's alright, Patton," Logan insisted, before turning his attention back to the auburn-haired person. "As my friend just told you, my name is Logan. Logan Nyx…" He said, feeling his cheeks warm as the slender framed human continued to hold him.
Janus blushed himself, noticing Logan's blush and helping him stand properly before letting Logan go. "Janus Drake. Nice to meet you, Mr Nyx…" Where they had been holding each other was currently still glowing as Janus looked at the back of his hands. "Talk about a showstopper… Saving your soulmate from a driver who needs brain repairs."
Logan nodded, trying to cover his glowing shoulder with a hand. "It definitely makes for a good start on your end…"
Patton blinked, moving over to Logan and lifting his shirt and sweater up just enough to see his Soulmate mark, causing a small grumble from the professor. "Wait… You also met your Soulmate today? That's so cool!" Patton dropped the shirt and smiled brightly at Logan.
Janus blinked. "Also?"
Logan sighed and nodded, trying to calm his cheeks. "My twin brother, Virgil, also happened to meet his Soulmate. He's off with them now before starting a late shift at his job. Or one of them I suppose." He sighed. "He's working at a bar and some weekdays at an art supplies store."
"Ah, I see," Janus hummed. Then he realized something. "Did you say your friend's name is Patton?"
Logan blinked. "Yes…? Why?"
Janus moved over, gaining his normal confidence as he wrapped his arms around Logan. "Well, my own friend happens to be looking for one Patton Morgan. How exciting~."
Logan blushed again, willing to play along with this suave version of Janus. "I see… Where is this friend of yours?" Logan asked back in a flirtatious tone.
As these two exchanged information, Patton tuned out for a few seconds then turned around. "I'm out."
Logan looked annoyed. "Patton, get back here." Janus snorted.
"No, no way, I'm not doing this. You're being all lovey-dovey with him, Virgil ran off with that… That red guy and I really don't feel like being a 3rd wheel!" He said, carefully crossing the street again and turning to look at the two. "It's just not happ-"
He grunted as he bumped into someone behind him, turning and frowning a little. "Sorry…"
The taller person in front of him blinked. "No, that's my bad. I'm trying to find my brother and wasn't paying attention-"
Patton rubbed his arm and sighed. "I-If you're sure…" He moved aside and walked off.
The guy watched Patton walk off, before looking at his phone. "There's no way," he muttered as Logan and Janus approached.
"Hm…" Janus moved closer. "Apologies, Remus, but you seem to be having issues believing." And with a swift movement, Janus pinched Remus' arm harshly, causing a wince from the tall green clad cop and the man who walked off. “Let me help you out.”
Remus looked at the small human, wide eyes. Shooting a look at Janus, he spoke. "A) Fuck you, Janus. B)—" Remus turned back to the guy walking away and ran up to him, being wary of where Janus pinched. "Excuse me, are you Patton Morgan?"
“Y—yeah,” Patton turned to the stranger, pulling his hood up. "Why…"
The stranger smiled. "I'm Remus Duke… Uh, your Soulmate…" He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was nervous.
Patton blinked at the taller guy. "A-Ah… A-And you can prove that…?"
Remus thought for a moment, before showing the most recent scar to their collection — the gash on his arm. "I have a few other scars too… One near my ankle, one on my stomach…"
Patton wasn’t too sure how to feel, besides a little worried and put off by Remus being so open with old wounds. After all, finding his Soulmate was good! He had a chance to get rid of this connection! And yet…
Remus was definitely not what he expected. This Duke was sort of weird and he didn't really seem to mind talking about his wounds like they were a trophy or something. At least, he didn't seem to have an issue with them. He also gave Patton the vibe of someone not loyal at all. He wasn't quite sure why, but perhaps over-hearing him say "fuck you" to what he assumed was a friend was it. But overall, he just couldn't get a good read on Remus.
He watched as Logan and Janus walked up, smiling. At least they moved to just holding hands… "I get it," he exclaimed to Remus, hands moving up in a defensive motion! "We have the same scars and stuff…" Patton bit his lip. It wouldn't be right to not get to know Remus… Right? After all, wrong first impressions happened all the time! "We're, uh… We're having a movie night tonight at our place… If you wanted to come, we could make it, like… a Soulmate party?"
Janus smiled. "Does that invitation extend to moi?” He asked in a tone Patton could only call sultry, looking at Logan and humming as he waited on an answer.
Logan rolled his eyes, though he did seem to be smiling. "Yes, it does. I know Virgil will most likely have extended it to his Soulmate and we already had two others joining us if available." Logan smiled more confidently at Janus. "Besides, I would like to get to know you more."
Remus gave a smile. "Can my twin bro come too? He's kinda lame at first, but he grows on ya."
Patton gave a forced smile. "I don't see why not. Logan can give you the address, I'm going to go home and nap… Excuse me…" Logan opened his mouth to offer Patton a ride home, or maybe walk with him. He didn't really stick around to find out, just saying goodbye with an added "Just really tired!"
Once home, he took a few deep breaths and moved to his room. So much for sleep, he thought, groaning. He moved to his incense, a present from Virgil for his past birthday. Most of the scents were calming ones, though he did mention one of them had a healing idea or something. Either way, Patton set up his pure lavender ones, lighting 3 of them and groaning more.
The short man laid face first on his bed, sighing. He at least tried to sleep, failing for an hour and a half or so before rolling onto his back and pulling his phone out. Patton hopped on one of the discords he was on, seeing a call already going on. After asking if he could get advice and getting a sure from everyone, he hopped into the call.
"Heya, Patton," exclaimed a very energetic feminine voice. "You doing okay?"
Patton let out another groan, longer than the other two.
Another feminine voice, a calmer and more timid one, spoke up. "That… doesn't sound good…"
"Emu, Kohane… I think I'm not gonna survive tonight."
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Not a request just a question out of curiosity. How did you feel when you first started out writing fanfics for a particular fandom? Have you always been passionate about writing? What is your method to know a character better so as to make your works seem close to their original personality?
I love your works, they genuinely make my day and would love to write for lookism one day as well and you're my biggest inspiration ❤️ hope you have a wonderful day :)
[Don't have to reply if you don't feel like it]
i got REALLY wordy so things are under a cut!
anyways can i just say this is such a sweet message 😭😭💓💕💓💕💞💖💞💕💓💖💞💘
thank u so much for sending this ask !! it always means the world to me when ppl express care and curiosity about other's creativity journeys :'] 💖
this goes for u, too, anon; if ur comfortable sharing, i'd love to hear ur own answers to ur questions! <33
how did you feel when you first started out writing fanfics for a particular fandom?
i started when i was around 9 and was very excited to share so thats what i did :] but over time i grew insecure and felt my old stuff was stupid lmao so i deleted it all off the web and then writing became a private thing for me for a very, very long time (writing like 40k, 38 chapters worth of stuff just for me 😭). i've wanted to share during my last few fandoms but never got the courage to until i got into lookism/viral hit !
(well, actually, i did share some writing during my "obey me!" phase but it was just text convos lol)
naturally, i was nervous putting my writing out in the world again esp bc the last time i did was when i like 11-12, and i was 16 when i wanted go public with my writing again 😔 im very glad i pushed myself to tho, bc its basically been a year now and i've had a blast!
i never imagined so many people would like my silly writing, enough to send in requests T_T 💕💖
have you always been passionate about writing?
kind of,,? i really only got into it because of fanfiction lol but i did consider becoming an author for like. a week of my life sjdhwhdj so really it's just a hobby i do since im the walking definition of "speaks little but thinks a lot"
gotta put thoughts down somewhere yknow? and at the end of the day, writing to me is just what art is to me; it's for fun and to express myself. sure, i wanna get better at both, but if my stuff turns out "objectively" bad, at least i know i had fun with it :'D
(that's my philosophy with art in general; make "bad" art!! have fun!!! enjoy life!!! i hate comparison/competitive things!!!! lets all just have a nice time being kind to each other!!!!!)
creative writing is very cool tho and i have a bunch of ocs i'd love to write stories for, but the artist in me is saying i want to do them webtoon style ;_;
what is your method to know a character better so as to make your works seem close to their original personality?
going to be honest, im not the best person to ask for this 😭 im the world's most casual writer and i take my "just have fun with ur art" thing very seriously;;
i.e. i just keep note of how a character acts throughout a story, characterize them along the way, and then use that as my base for any writing i do of them 😭
um. i also (re)read fandomwiki pages of them, if any, to double check for stuff 😭😭😭 occasionally i rewatch/reread moments of them in their stories when i want to look for something specific but otherwise it's just me going "hm would this character do this?", comparing it to my base, and reacting accordingly!
other times i straight up go "yeah they probably wouldnt do this BUT it would be cute so im going to do it 😍"
so, if nothing works, just let urself be self indulgent <3 unless u do want to take ur writing more seriously than i do, then uh yeah it would be much better for u to look up advice from people who take their writing more seriously ^_^"
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thank u for liking my stuff, im very happy to hear they make ur day ;__; 💖💕💓💞 plus saying im ur biggest inspiration too is so,, ueueuueu,,,, ;;__;; 💞💘💞💞💘💕💖💘
i really hope u get around to writing for lookism or any other fandoms/original works!!! i wish u the absolute best with you and your writing journey, and feel free to tag/dm me with anything u write!! i'd be happy to support :]
hope you're having a wonderful day, too 💖💖
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wahoooooo tuesday time :3c
heart beats best in a bed (chapter 17)
[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6]
[ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12]
[ch 13] [ch 14] [ch 15] [ch 16] [ao3] [ch 18]
[???]
[Rating: Mature
Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast
Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla
Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?)
Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it’s not ROLE reversal it’s like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future), Pining While Fucking, Porn With Plot
Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return.
Chapter Summary: The rest of Sir Damien's morning, and all that entails.
Chapter Notes: looks like im on a roll with this one! of course, saying that just now might have jinxed it. oh well, guess we'll see what happens next week :3c also I've been trying to politely look away from the chapter count on this beast but i'm fairly certain that it's going to (somehow) wind up longer than Scattered, just considering how much plot is still left in my back pocket. Exciting!
also ALSO, chapter warning for a panic attack. take care of yourselves!
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Walking home from his rendezvous in the sun feels precisely as strange as seeing Arum in the sun had, though in a much different way.
(He would be embarrassed, now, about his desperation for the monster this morning, his neediness, had Lord Arum not responded with equal hunger.)
The jungle is oddly beautiful, oddly peaceful, in the early morning light. The heat is still mellow, now, and the dew has not yet infused the air above with the usual sticky humidity. There is a particularly alluring sort of Tranquility to it; if Damien had not already delayed his morning so egregiously (if he could not hear Lord Arum's voice in his mind admonishing him for even considering the risk of lingering in the jungle without his armor), he might be tempted to pause, for a moment, and find a place to meditate out here in the wilds.
As it is-
He tries to enjoy the peace, while it lasts. Tries not to think too hard on any particular source of worry, while he walks. Tries not to think about his failings, his guilt, his sins, his-
Deep breath. Slow steps. Easier thoughts.
Perhaps he will stop by Rilla's hut on the way. He won't be able to bring her any breakfast, of course, coming from this direction, but it is so lovely to spend the time with her regardless, and it isn't as if he is meant (allowed) to report in for another few days, so it isn't as if he'll truly be missed.
He can pass along Arum's oddly charming, oddly pleasant threat, as well. He wonders what the monster will decide upon, for his return gift, and he thinks- Rilla was not lying, when she told him to claim a competitive spirit as the motivation for her own present, and likely this exchange will not end after Arum's next volley. Damien suspects (with a smile) that this endeavor will remain ongoing. Arum is stubborn, Damien knows this well, but- Rilla has no lack of tenacity for her own part.
(Arum with his claws trailing gently through the dirt, his eyes intent, his smile such a subtle, tender curl of the lip)
Damien sighs.
He does not know how it is possible for one person to feel so unworthy and sinful, while nevertheless-
More and more, Damien cannot help but feel blessed.
... Saint Damien forgive him, for that. He knows he does not deserve such a feeling. He does not deserve Rilla and her cleverness and her understanding and her kindness, nor does he deserve to feel so utterly safe and spoiled in a monster's den-
Rather. Den is... an unkind word, perhaps.
(Damien wakes before Arum, cradled in the glowing dark safety of his Keep.)
Damien shakes his head, trying to clear it, blinking against the sun as it filters and flickers through the trees.
(Damien wakes before Lord Arum, and it may very well be the first time he has ever seen the monster so... relaxed. So at ease, so content. His scales warmed by Damien's heat, his breaths slow, his face untroubled and his limbs curled loose and lazy around Damien as he watches the monster sleep.
It is well before dawn, he thinks, the strange mellow glow of Arum's Keep suffusing the space with just enough light that he can examine the monster's face, luxuriously detailed from this close by.
Damien cannot help the smile that sweeps his lips, the way he sighs with a fluttering, strange happiness, before the guilt in the pit of his stomach wakes as if alerted by the more gentle feeling. He tries to sigh quietly, the relaxation in his body thwarted by the cold interruption of reality, and he very, very carefully extricates his limbs from Arum's lazy tangle, standing to stretch.
He doesn't...
He can't be certain how early it is, ensconced in the Keep's structure, but- there looks to be a balcony, so Damien slips through a curtain of something like trailing willow branches, inhaling the cooler air outside.
Judging by the particular silvering edge of the sky above the dark shapes of the swamp below, Damien still has at least an hour until dawn. Though- the glow of the swamp below does unsettle that estimation, somewhat.
He supposes he should have expected the flora outside the Keep to be infused with magic, as well. There are scattered pools of luminosity in the gloom, enormous violet buds like sentinels out at their intermittent posts. It is... rather beautiful, especially painted below him like this, like some sort of surreal artistic mural laid out at his feet.
Damien jolts at the sudden interruption of song, scattering his thoughts, and- the Keep, that must be what- it pauses its song as if surprised in turn by Damien's flinch. After a moment it sings again, and Damien realizes only belatedly the hushed tone of its twin voices.
He glances over his shoulder, back through the curtain of vines, but Lord Arum still sleeps, tangled limbs in silk sheets, and Damien turns back towards- well, not towards the Keep itself, but- more towards where the song seems to be currently emanating from.
It... it sings something, clearly, but Damien does not know enough of the creature's unvoiced language to even begin to interpret. It sounds... serious, at the very least. Hushed, still, and perhaps a little urgent.
"Er... I apologize, of course, but... I cannot understand you. Should I wake Lord Arum, perhaps? So he may-"
It interrupts, still quiet, and the denial in its voice is clear enough that Damien, for this particular sentiment, does not require translation.
"Well," he continues, wary, "if you do not wish for your lord to participate in this conversation, whatever it is, I cannot say how fruitful it may be. You seem to understand me, but without understanding in the other direction-"
The Keep sings again, a pleading sort of song, and then it- drifts vines down from the overhang of the balcony, slow and careful. Damien tenses, instinct winning over- politeness, perhaps, and the movement stops for a moment. The Keep pleads again, more gently, and Damien thinks that he hears a question and a reassurance in its voice. He hesitates (a monster, an enormous monster with powers untold and unknowable and considering the sheer scope of it and its ability to shuttle Lord Arum two weeks of travel to the south at will-), but-
(It is simply... protective)
Damien nods, but then he isn't certain if the creature will understand that. "Er- alright. What are you...?"
He lifts his own hands out, still wary, and the Keep gives a relieved trill as it lowers its vines, curling around his hands and moving them very carefully, turning them palms up, cupping them together and then trailing a vine into the resulting space.
It sings a purposeful song, the tone very familiar and warm, like a teacher giving a very simple lesson, perhaps, and though Damien still does not understand, he tries to listen.
In his palms, a plant grows upwards, and Damien thinks again of the honeysuckle Arum grew for him, so long ago. It isn't honeysuckle this time, though. Damien doesn't recognize it until the pale lily blooms, the creamy delicate white of its trumpet bowing slightly under its own weight. He exhales a surprised breath, taken by the beauty of the thing, taken by the aching likeness to Lord Arum and his proud frill, but-
The Keep is not yet done with its explanation, apparently. Another plant grows as it sings, curling vines around the stem of the lily, caressing the leaves and snaking around the neck of the flower, and eventually- strangling it, snapping the flower from the stem, and leaving the second plant to bloom in its place.
And the replacement plant-
It is honeysuckle, again. Strangling the life out of the lily.
Damien swallows. The Keep releases his hands, tenderly pulling the exemplary plants away and carrying them off somewhere unknowable, and it gives another, even more gentle song, still pleading and, perhaps, a little apologetic, and Damien tries to think, tries to understand-
Tries to interpret that demonstration in any way but the most obvious, because-
"Keep," he says, very slowly. "Keep... I... I wouldn't hurt him. We've promised, and- and even if we hadn't, Keep, I would not hurt him."
There is a pause, and then the Keep sings again, in the tone of someone very delicately delivering terrible news, and Damien wishes with his entire being that he could simply know what this creature means-
"I don't want to hurt him," he says, more decisively. "I know- he says that you are protective of him, and I- I understand that, and to be entirely honest I am extraordinarily grateful that he has someone to take care of him, to ensure that he does not overwork himself, to comfort him when he needs. I am unspeakably grateful, and I understand that who I am, what I am must inevitably be a source of concern, but- Keep, I swear to you, I would never hurt him."
It sings again, and Damien realizes that it is the same song as the previous, but its tone is a little more desperate, a little more frustrated, and it reaches towards him again with its vines. Damien tries not to flinch, this time, but it only moves to press against his sternum, splaying out runners like fingers of a spindly hand, and then it pulls back and repeats the song.
"I don't understand," Damien says, apologetically, and then-
Arum stirs, back in his room, and Damien turns to look over his shoulder automatically, magnetized by the noise. The Keep whispers its next song, even more pleading, and Damien realizes, recognizes, knows that it is asking him not to let Arum know that it tried to tell him-
Whatever, exactly, it just tried to tell him.
Damien tries to smile, despite his confusion, and he gives a small nod before he brushes the curtain aside and smiles more fully for the monster as he grumbles himself awake.)
Damien frowns, the leaf litter of the jungle crunching beneath his boots, the whir of insects in his ear.
(Arum pulls Damien back into the bed with a growl, nipping at his shoulder and tugging him tight against his chest for a few more moments of stolen heat, and the encounter with the Keep escapes Damien's mind entirely until-)
Now.
The Keep is protective, Damien reminds himself, still frowning. Of course it would not trust a knight with its lord. It cannot know all that has passed between Arum and himself, and it must only have Arum's assurances to comfort it in his safety. Damien knows that assurances can ease worry, momentarily, but they tend to fade into uncertainty with little enough time. Saints know that Arum likely is not the most comforting to his Keep in this particular arena, if his grumpy berating the night before is any example. The poor thing must simply be frightened of Damien's position, and of his proximity to Arum.
Though...
The splayed vines pressed to his sternum (his heart?) like a gentle hand. He wishes he could just ask, wishes he could understand. He doesn't want to hurt Arum, and if the Keep thinks that he will- or-
Or...
The repeated song, each time he said he wouldn't hurt Lord Arum. Gentle frustrated denial. Damien thought, at the time, that maybe it was saying that he would, but-
Hand to his heart. The particular cadence, the pleading.
(You already have.)
Damien slows, stops for a moment. He shakes his head.
How? How would he have- did the Keep mean the argument, the other night? When Damien accidentally made Arum cut him, when he spoke carelessly and nearly- does the Keep know of that? Or has Damien done something else, careless and foolish, perhaps earlier in their arrangement, when Damien knew Arum less well, when he assumed the monster more- more callous, when he assumed the monster had less capacity in the way of feelings-
He flushes with that memory, now, the idea of Lord Arum of all creatures as some unfeeling, cruel thing, the idea of the monster who holds him so gently, the monster who will card claws through his hair and hush him and hold him in the depths of his panic without complaint and refusing apology, the monster who tends his garden with the care of true, earthy love, the monster who laughs with delight whenever he surprises Damien, the monster who-
Oh. He- Damien must have, then, mustn't he? Sometime in the earlier days, sometime in the dark of his denial, when he would- when he would sleep with the monster and then hate himself so thoroughly that it would bleed through into his words, when he would snipe at the creature to distract from his own guilt-
He realizes that he must have started walking again, at some point, his feet rushing forward without input from his mind, agitated into motion, and he recognizes the trees, recognizes the sound of the chimes in Rilla's garden, another minute's walk away at most, and-
He feels the familiar heaviness in his throat, the sensation of buzzing tightness in his skull, the way his hands begin to tremble, and he-
(He would know if he had hurt Arum, wouldn't he? He would know. Wouldn't he? Why would Arum not tell him, if he had managed to fumble so viciously as to harm the monster? Why wouldn't he say something? How could Damien not know?)
He won't be able to breathe at all, in a few moments. He knows this feeling.
He should leave, he thinks, with a manic sort of terror. He should not burden Rilla with this- this- whatever is broken within him that makes him fall into these spirals, he should turn on his heel and march towards the Citadel instead, should find a spot by the road to crumple and choke until he can breathe again, he shouldn't-
But-
Rilla is a doctor. She- she would want to take care of him, wouldn't she? Even in this. And Damien- Damien wants to see her, so terribly, if she would just hold him then perhaps the swimming of his head might stop.
He realizes, again, that his legs have taken leave of his instructions, stumbling out from the trees into Rilla's garden, aiming him towards her door, and he screws his face up with misery and uncertainty and desperation when he lifts his shaking, weak fist to rap at her door.
"Rilla," he manages when the door cracks open, his throat already strange and his breaths already strangled and edging towards impossible. "Rilla I- I'm sorry, I can't- I need-"
It isn't Rilla, standing in the doorway, though. It's a stranger, tall and plump and wide-eyed with surprise.
"Ah- oh? Uh- Rilla?" he calls over his shoulder, and at least she's still- oh he cannot think, like this, all his focus drained into the simple act of staying upright, of continuing to breathe, of not biting his tongue too hard or screaming or-
Rilla nudges past the stranger, locks eyes with Damien, and her expression goes serious and professional so quickly that Damien could sob. He knew- oh he knew, he knew she would know what to do, oh-
She lifts her hands, slow and nonthreatening, leaving her palms just a breath away from his shoulders, and says, "Damien. Are you hurt? Can I-"
He shakes his head, then immediately nods frantically, leaning forward enough for her palms to press to his collarbones, and she takes the cue to squeeze gently. Damien very nearly sobs a second time.
"Can't-" he gasps, and then, "help-"
"Okay, okay, it's okay," she says, and she moves him into the hut with her hands still a gentle anchor on him. "I've got you, you're okay. What's wrong? Can you tell me-"
Damien's vision has gone strange and tunneled enough that he wouldn't have noticed the second stranger still sitting by Rilla's table if he didn't make a confused, questioning noise. He doesn't exactly have the presence of mind to worry about that, at the moment, however, and he tries to wind himself back together enough to answer.
"Can't- breathe," he manages, relieved that he managed the most important part of the explanation first. "Happens," he tries with a smile that feels staggeringly weak, "when- when- overwhelmed, and- and-"
The first stranger, the one at the door, tenses, and Damien glances towards him in time to see a look of odd recognition on his face, and a twinge of sympathy.
"I'll get water," he blurts, wincing and turning away, and Damien can't focus on that either because Rilla squeezes his shoulders again, and the pressure is reassuring enough that he manages another breath as he turns his attention back towards her.
"This has happened to you before, then?" she asks brusquely. "Just nod yes or no." He nods. "Touching you is okay?" Another nod. "Do you want to go in the exam room where it's darker and quieter?" Nod, quick and jerky and oh please, and Rilla's hands shift as she moves to his side instead of in front of him, guiding him through as he struggles to gulp down air, as he struggles not to feel the pounding of his heart as something that might kill him.
She moves him to the cot, sitting him there, reaching a hand to drop the curtains and lower the light, and then she puts her hands back on his shoulders, squeezing and rubbing her thumbs gently across his collarbones.
"Okay," she says, "it'll be okay. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. If you can tell me how I can help you better, go right ahead, but if you can't talk, that's totally fine too. I'm not going anywhere."
Damien's throat tightens again, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, and he tries to swallow against the reassurance, against the unworthiness in his breast because- how to help him, how can she help him, how to explain-
"Arum, A-Arum would hold me and- and breathe- breathe with me, let me feel- feel him breathing and- I'm sorry, I'm-"
Rilla tsks, a casual, unworried sound, and Damien chokes on another breath as she steps a little closer to the cot. She doesn't lean down into his space, instead nudging his legs a little more sideways and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, cupping the back of his head in a hand and pressing his cheek, his ear against her chest.
"It's okay," she says again. "Nothing to apologize for. Just listen to my heart, listen to me breathe, and let me hold you. I want to do this for you. You have nothing to be sorry about. Here, just listen. Just breathe. I've got you."
Damien makes a noise something like a moan, and then he closes his eyes, trying to ignore the shame of the tears on his cheeks, the pathetic noises in his throat, and he- he wraps his own arms around her lower back with a strange combination of care and desperation, and he tries to do as Rilla said, tries to listen, tries to breathe.
She strokes her hand through his hair, and then again, and then again, in time with her own breaths, and Saint Damien above she's so clever, he did not even mention- Arum doing the same, Arum's hand on his chest in soothing rhythm, oh he doesn't deserve such-
"Shh," she says, the reverberations of her voice humming warmly with his ear pressed against her chest, and he doesn't know at all if he somehow spoke his panicked thoughts or if she can simply feel him going more tense instead of less. "Shhh, sweetheart. I've got you. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you'll be through it soon, it'll pass. Do you want me to keep talking? Is this helping?"
Damien nods almost before her words are out, a sharp noise of distress in his throat, and she breathes a relieved sort of sigh above him, her hand still careful in his curls.
Don't stop, he thinks, pleading and weak, please don't ever stop.
(please, another part of him whispers, Arum, please- where are you? Please-)
"Okay, good. I'm glad. I want to help you however I can." She pauses, just for a moment, and he hears her hum a breath of consideration before, "Would it help if I... do you want me to sing for you? I could..."
The idea- like a bubble of surprised delight in the center of the grim dark panic, so sweet and earnest an offer- he nods again, squeezing his own arms around her. She breathes something close to a laugh, not mocking him, just a noise of her own relief, he's certain, and then she cards her hand through his hair again.
And then she begins to sing.
"Meet me by the river
where the elderberries grow
when stars are silver
no one needs to know..."
Damien's breath hitches, catches, goes hushed and surprised. He thinks- he's never head this song before, but- has he? What-
She caresses him again, feeling the change, but she does not hesitate in her song.
"Meet me by the river
by driftwood and stone
I’ll float down with her
no one has to know."
It's the melody, Damien realizes, not the words. He knows this melody, he is certain-
Arum.
Arum hums this song, on occasion. In the dark, tangled together, breathing slow, the monster will hum this song close by Damien's ear. A lullaby, he deflected once, when Damien felt curious enough to ask, and then he changed the subject before Damien could inquire further. A lullaby, and apparently one that Rilla knows as well.
His heart, his heart-
It feels so full. Arum's echo even here where his presence is not possible in truth, his song on Rilla's lips, her voice so sweet and soothing, his heartbeat slowing in response to her own beating steady-sweet against his ear, her body so warm and casual and easy, their arms wrapped around each other.
"Better?" she says, eventually, quiet and calm.
Damien takes a slow, deep breath to test his steadiness, and then he releases it in a sigh, nodding against her.
"I'm sorry," he says, but Rilla huffs and taps him twice on the spine with the hand around his back, an extremely gentle admonishment.
"I already told you. No sorries. You're fine." He feels her shrug, and he feels just brave enough to lean back, warily catching her eye. "It's not the first time I've dealt with a panic attack. It happens, it's not your fault, and it's not something you need to apologize for."
Damien blinks, leaning further back. "P-panic attack?"
Rilla opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it again. "Oh. You didn't-?"
"Is that- there's a- a name? This isn't just- just- me?"
Rilla's brows lower, her lip twitching in obvious sympathy. "No. It isn't just you."
Damien-
Revels in that revelation for a long moment, staring blankly as Rilla goes to answer a gentle knock at the door, her other guest passing a glass of water and a nervous little smile into the room before he retreats and Rilla comes back to his side, encouraging him to rehydrate with stubborn insistence.
She nudges him back with a hand, after he drains the glass, and he-
"But- but-"
"Lay down, take a nap."
"The sun only just rose," he protests, "I couldn't have woke much more than an hour ago, Rilla, I-"
"Panic attacks are draining," she says insistently, scowling and pushing him back by the shoulders until he's horizontal on the cot. "You are supposed to be recovering. No chances with Scorpion Queen venom, Sir Poet! Lay down."
He could resist, could push back, but- her sturdy hands always feel so good on him, and he cannot deny that he loves the feeling of her pushing him down.
(He won't think about the implications of that, just at the moment.)
"Rest for an hour," she says, her tone shifting towards gentle and placating, and then she- she lifts her hand, her lip curling into a very soft sort of smile, and she brushes the curls from his forehead before she leans down to place a kiss there.
His heart pulses again, almost painfully, and he makes a soft noise as she straightens back to stand. He reaches and takes her hand in his own, kissing her knuckles and trying to convey- trying to pour out the gratefulness he feels into the small, innocent point of contact.
She smiles, squeezes his hand in turn, and then she steps back towards the door.
"Rest up, Sir Poet. Doctor's orders."
Damien laughs, helpless against it, and Rilla seems satisfied enough with that as an answer. She smiles, and closes the door behind her.
And Damien-
He does feel rather drained, despite himself. And... she insisted. She wants to take care of him, he reminds himself, and that idea makes his smile twist a little awestruck, a little sheepish. He sighs, and tilts his head against the pillow as if to bury his blushing cheek in the fabric.
Well, he thinks, closing his eyes. No arguing with doctor's orders.
#elle's fanfic#second citadel#rad bouquet#lizard kissin' tuesday#sir damien#lord arum#the keep#amaryllis of exile#heart beats best#DAMIENNNNNN......#panic attack cw
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From Brush to Heart (a bang chan fanfic) CHAPTER 12
Pairings: Bang Chan/Rebecca(OC), Han/Luna(OC)
Genre: Romcom
3 months went by fairly quick and I could finally relax. But I had learned new makeup skills. I was unpacking ny handbag after a long day when I hear a knock on my bedroom door. "Ne," I say without looking up and I hear the door open. When I don't hear anything, I look up to see a very nervous Luna. "What's wrong?"
"I got asked out on a date," she confesses.
I raise my eyebrow. But then I noticed how quiet she was. This is how she gets when someone she likes asks her out on a date. I had one particular person in my mind but I was skeptical. "I sense a 'but' coming." She just fumble with fingers with her head hung low, not telling me. Rolling my eyes, I place my bag on the floor. "Unless it was Hannie, I can't help you." I watch as her cheeks go bright red. "Well, smack me upside down, the boy finally did it." I jump up excitedly. "Hannie asked you out!"
"This isn't real life," she pinches her arm and hisses in pain. "Becca. What do I do?"
"What do you mean what do you do? Simple. Go on a date with him," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"But we don't even know each other!"
"So? Go on the date. Get to know him." I take off my earrings, sighing in relief. "If you don't like him, not saying that you won't, you thank him for the date politely."
She nods, profusely. "Yeah, I could do that."
"Just don't do what others do on the first dates," I add on.
"Which is?"
"Kiss."
She blinks before throwing my pillow at me, making me laugh. "Aish." She glares at me before leaving, closing the door behind her. Grabbing my phone, I click on Han's name.
R: a little birdie told me you asked a certain someone out on a date?
H: heh..noona, the thing is....
R: is Hannie finally growing up?
H: noona~ i was going to ask you before i asked her
R: it's okay. im just glad you did, she's really excited for it though
H: she is?
R: mhm
I put my phone back and quickly change my clothes before laying in bed. As I settle in my bed, I close my eyes, my mind drifting to slumber land.
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A month goes by and it's for their next come back. Chan has dyed his hair brown, with a hint of caramel color. He looked very handsome and personally, I liked him with darker hair color. BUT I wondered if he will ever dye it blue, my favorite color. "Thinking about Chan?"
I snap out of my thoughts and look up at Luna. "Huh?"
She snorts, shaking her head. "When are you going to tell him that you like him?"
Not this again. "For the 100th time, I'm not going to dwell on my feelings and tell him that. Besides," I point my finger at her. "You have a date with Hannie tonight. That's more important." Her cheeks turn pink and I couldn't help but pinch her cheeks. "Aigoo, uri Luna-ssi. Ginjang doeni?"
She nods. "Very."
I pat her back. "Don't worry. He's a nice guy and will treat you better than the last guy you dated." Lina's ex, Theo, was a jerk to her, always wanted her to plan everything according to him so she broke it off. Although she broke it off, he never bothered or contacted her. Which was good for her because they both moved on. He's now married and has kids. She gives me a look and I roll my eyes. "Just give him a chance, yeah? He's really sweet."
"Psh." Luna's eyes suddenly widens, in a panic. "I don't know what to wear! And my hair!"
"Calm down. I'll help you, even with makeup and hair." I steer her, literally, into her room as we get to work. "We have a lot of time so let's start with your clothes first."
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**LUNA'S POV**
Sitting in front of my vanity, I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself when my bedroom door opens. "I told you to take it easy. He's a really nice and sweet guy."
Rolling my eyes, I turn and look at my best friend. "I know. I'm just nervous, that's all."
Rebecca and I have been best friends since freshman high school. She moved to South Korea for a job and 2 years later, I moved here. Now 2 years later, here we are. She works as an MUA at JYPE for Stray Kids and I work as a barista at a coffee shop. "You need to dye your hair again."
"Why?" Rebecca says as she touches her hair. "I like my natural color."
"You mean Chan likes your natural hair color," I said, putting final touches to my hair. In the mirror reflection, I see her cheeks getting red. "Oh my god, is that why you won't dye your hair?"
"No," Rebecca says as she sits on my bed, avoiding the question.
"Suuurreeee, if you say so." The doorbell rings and panic sets in. "He's here. Oh my god." Atleast the makeup and hair was done by her and it was spot on with my outfit.
"Relax. He doesn't bite." Rebecca stands and as she's closing my bedroom door, she looks back and says, "Yet." I throw a pillow at her but it ends up hitting the door.
I look back in the mirror and compose myself. "You can do this. Just be yourself". I wear my boots and my warm black coat and as I close my room door, I hear Rebecca laughing.
"No, that's a great place. She will love it." Rebecca turns around and smiles at me. The figure next to her turns his head and suddenly I don't know what breathing is. Wearing a casual white shirt with a burgundy cardigan and black jeans and sneakers, there stands Han looking handsome as ever. His hair is styled, making him look younger.
Rebecca clears her throat and says, "Alright you two, enough with the staring contest. Time for you to go and enjoy your date."
I nod as I walk towards our apartment door, with Han behind me, wearing his jacket. Yeah. I can do this. "Be sure to bring her by midnight!" Turning around, I glare at Rebecca as she grins and locks the door.
"Is she always like this?" Han asks.
"More or less." I replied.
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The date was less eventful than I had imagined it would but I was glad that not a lot of people were around at this time. We both even had coffee and some sweets to go with it. Afterwards, Han asked if I wanted to walk for a bit by the Han River. I agreed.
As we're walking side by side, I couldn't help but stare at his right hand. If only I could hold it. But considering he's a celebrity, I didn't put him in a difficult position. So intead, I looked ahead of me. "Wow, it really is nice at night."
"It sure is," Han replies as we come to a stop to admire the river. "Me and the members sometimes take turns to come here at night. It's a great way to relieve stress."
He's not wrong, it really does feel great. A shiver goes through my body, instinctively my arms goes around myself to warm myself. A pair of hands touch my shoulder as I feel something on them. Looking down, I see a warm red scarf around my neck. I look at Han, my face going warm. "Thanks."
"No problem," Han replied. After a few beats, he turns to me. "I have a question. Does Becca noona like Channie hyung?"
"Yes," I chuckle as I put a hair strand around my ear. "But I'm pretty sure it's a one-sided crush."
"One sided?" Han said, looking confused. "I'm pretty sure Channie hyung likes her too."
"Wait, what? So they both like each other but don't know if they like each other?" I asked. And then we both burst out laughing. "Should we tell them?"
"Nah, it's best if they figure it out themselves."
"Yeah, you're right." I make a mental note to get Rebecca cake if one of us spills the beans to her.
"I have another question." Han asks, smiling.
"Shoot," I replied.
"How does Rebecca's best friend feel about her best friend's guy friend?"
I look at him and I'm at a loss for words. A blush creeps up my neck. "I...uhm..."
"Considering this is our first date, I had been meaning to tell you something." I could only stare at him. "Even though we've known each other for a short time, I always felt I had a connection with you and now I can confirm it."
Before I could comprehend anything, an arm goes around my waist pulling me against his body and then warm lips crashing down to mine. My eyes go wide as panic sets in but I immediately melt into the kiss. His lips taste like cinnamon with a hint of chocolate. He cups my face as he lets go. His warm gaze bores into mine and I couldn't imagine a first date better than this.
"I like you too." I replied to his kiss and we both laugh. "So does this mean we're official?"
Han slides his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers and smiles down at me. "Yes, but keep it on the low side. I don't know how I'm going to keep this from the members."
"You'll figure it out," I said as we both walk side by, hand in hand.
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**BECCAS POV**
I was drinking tea when I hear the front door open and close. A very happy Luna comes in my view as she walks into the kitchen and jumps when she sees me. "Jesus."
"So," I begin, taking another sip of the tea. "I'm assuming things went well." I grin when I see her cheeks turn pink. "Omo. Luna-ssi, are you blushing?"
"I'm going to sleep," she turns around and walks towards her room.
"Be sure to dream about your boyfriend!"
She flips me off and slams her door shut. I smile and pick up my phone.
R: thank you for making her smile
H: ahh...noona.
R: lol its okay, your secret is safe with me. make sure the boys dont find out, especially channie
H: will do, thank you
R: you're very welcome. good night
I head to my room and lay down in my bed as my phone chimes. Another text?
I know who you are
What the fuck?
R: who is this?
If you know what's good for you, you will quit your job
What the actual fuck? Is this the same person who recorded me? What does this person want from me?
R: and if i dont?
Heh. Then prepare yourself for your worst nightmare
R: who are you? And how did you get my number?
Knock knock, Rebecca
I hear the front door being knocked. Feat sets in and I grip my phone harder than I can breathe. They know where I live. Fuck. Fucking.....what do I do? What do I do?! My head whips up when Luna walks out of her room, giving me a confused look.
"What are you doing?" Another knock comes. "Who's that?" She asks, pointing towards the door. Walking towards her, I show her the texts and watch her eyes go wide. "What the fuck? They know where we live?!"
My brain tries to work to figure out what to do next but another knock comes so I go to the intercom. When the screen comes up, there's a person just standing there, dressed in all black. Even their face is covered so I can't really see who it is. "Who is it?" I ask, pressing the talk button.
"Your worst nightmare." It's all the person says. I frown at the voice because it sounds familiar. Like I've heard it somewhere before.
Quickly, I scroll on my contacts in my phone and press a name. It rings once, twice. After the third one, I start praying mentally for him to pick up. Channie, please. After the fifth ring, he finally picks up and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Becca, it's past 1am. What are you doing up?"
"Chan."
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**CHAN'S POV**
My smile drop as I hear her voice. "What's wrong?"
"There's someone outside our place and I don't know what to do."
The blood drains from my face as the grip on my phone tightens. They know where she lives? What kind of a person does that? "Whatever you do, do not open the door. Tell Luna to call the police." I hear her tell her friend to call the cops. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, just a bit shaken up," she says, her voice trembling. I swear if anything happens to her.....
"Stay inside. I'm on my way," I hang up and quickly grab my things and head out. The entire drive to her place I was on edge and almost swore at the people driving ahead of me. My knuckles on the steering wheel turned white. I swear to god if anything happens to her, I will never forgive them, whoever they may be. But I had a hunch who would've done such an act. Scaring my girl like that.
Did I just say....my girl? I blink a few times, my brain registering at what I just said. My lips curve up but I shake my head, snapping out of it. I park the car far enough so no one would see me. Then I see 2 police officers come out of the building complex as Becca and Luna also come in view. My eyes catches both of them bowing as the officers drive away. Becca, with her long black hair down, talking to Luna as her small hand reaches up to put a strand of hair behind her, revealing the side of her face.
Beautiful. She's beautiful. My hearts beating fast against my chest as if agreeing. I wait for them to go up and wait a good 10 minutes before I head upstairs, my eyes glancing around for any one to pop out but I was lucky, I guess. I knock on their door. Silence. "Mwoyah? Did they go to sleep?"
The door opens, revealing Luna. She grabs my arm and pulls me inside. "Did anyone see you?"
"No," I reply l taking off my face mask.
"She's in her room, you're welcome to go in," she says as she walks towards her room.
"Thanks." She waves me off and closes her door but opens it again, peeking her head out.
"Just...go easy on her. She's not the best at expressing herself."
"I'll do my best," I replied and watch her give me a small smile before closing the door. Taking a deep breath, I turn my attention to the other door and walk right up to it, knocking once. "Becca? It's me. Can I come in?" The door swings open revealing the cutest girl I've ever seen, her red cozy pjs. When I look at her face, her eyes have a red outline indicating she's been crying. "Come here," I open my arms, taking a step towards her as my arms wrap around her. She goes still but relaxes, wrapping her arms around my back as she breathes into my chest. "It's okay. It's just me. You can cry if you want," I say, rubbing her back gently.
On cue, I hear her sniffle as her tiny body shakes. "I don't know what to feel. It felt like they would've killed me if I had opened the door." My heart drops at her words and I tighten my arms around her.
"Hey," I pull back. "You did good by calling me." Her teary eyes search my face, as if to ask something. I wipe her cheeks. "Gwenchana?"
Nodding, she smiles rubbing her eyes. "Yes. I think Luna being here helped me. I don't think I would've had the courage to talk to the police." In a way, I was glad Luna was by her side. I would've hated to be alone in this situation, heck anyone would be scared shitless if such an incident were to happen.
"Come on," I lead her to her bed. "Time for you to sleep." She looks at me, eyebrow raised but settles in her bed. I tuck her in and sit on the edge of her bed. "Sleep."
She rolls her eyes. "Yes, dad."
I chuckle, softly as she closes her eyes. Slowly, I stroke her hair and admire her sleeping face. Her even breaths indicated she's slipped into deep sleep. I retrieve my hand, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams, babygirl."
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A few months later, the members and I were in the practice room, taking a break from dancing. We were all sitting on the floor drinking water when somehow the topic of food came up to which Binnie had a lot to say. The boys and I had dyed our hair again. They all had brown and black hair except Felix and I. He had blonde hair while I had a vibrant blue color.
"Yah, I would definitely fight over her if it wasn't for hyung to come in my way," Hyunjin argues as Lee Know gets all worked up.
"Yah! She would've definitely gone for me. Besides, she's pretty," Lee Know exclaims. It's at this point I realize they're talking about the girl in the Mixtape: On Track MV. I let out a sigh. These boys and their drama.
"Of course she's pretty!" Hyunjin agrees and diverts his eyes towards me. "Right, Channie hyung?"
"Huh?" I blink at him.
"The girl in the music video. She's pretty, right?" He asks again, with a hint of playfullness in his eyes.
"Sure, yeah." I take a sip of water from my bottle.
"Even prettier than Becca noona?"
I almost choked on the water. "Yah." They all snicker and point at me, at my ears. But he was wrong. Becca was the prettiest woman I have ever seen, inside and out.
"Say hyung," Hyunjin speaks. "If you had to pick, would you pick noona?"
"For?"
"Dating."
"Yah, michyeosseo?!" I was too quick to answer.
"So you do like her?" What is with these questions?
"No." I reply. "I-" The door closing interrupts us but I manage to catch a glimpse of Becca turning away.
Shit.
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A/N: how did you like han/luna cute date? Andddddd next chapter will be up shortly, maybe as a new year's gift.(:
Ginjang doeni= are you nervous
michyeosseo = are you crazy/insane
Gwenchana = are you okay/alright
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#5
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Superboy (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Dru-Zod
Additional Tags: Kryptonian Kon, Kryptonian!Kon-El, Alternate Universe, Kryptonians Invaded Earth (DCU), Kryptonians (DCU), Krypton is Destroyed (DCU), but Kryptonians are alive, Spaceships, War, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, no capes AU
Summary:
Kon had heard rumours of him. Bruce Wayne’s right-hand man. They had never gotten this close to the heart of the resistance, not once in all those months and years of war.
For TimKon Week 2022: Day 7 - Kryptonian Kon
1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 28. November 2022
#4
Dear Yuletide Writer 2022
Dear Yuletide Writer,
Thank you so much for agreeing to write for me! :) I can't tell you just how excited I am. This is my second Yuletide, and I’ll try to give you as much inspiration and fangirling as a point to jump off of as I can, so I hope you’ll find some useful bits and pieces here. I am very much looking forward to reading whatever you come up with. Don’t stress about writing for me - as long as you have fun with it, I’m sure I’ll like my gift. :)
Please feel free to browse my ao3 (KitKaos) and/or tumblr to get an idea of what I stan, like, read or write. I hope I can give you some broad ideas and inspirations in this letter to help you plan. The prompts below are nothing more than ideas, though - feel free to ignore them or to fall back on my general likes if you have a better idea. :)
Gifts are enabled in AO3, so treats are welcome! :)
Oh, and should you, esteemed Yuletide Writer, want to write in German instead of English, then I'm definitely okay with that. I'm fluent in both, so whichever you feel more comfortable with.
If there's something missing or if you have a question, you can reach out to me via the mods.
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General likes (in no particular order):
friends-to-lovers or even enemies-to-lovers (with all the drama of grudginly admitting that the other party maybe isn't all that terrible and all)
found families
fake dating
pining
crossdressing
undercover missions
drunken shenanigans
reconciliation between estranged characters
second chance romance
characters torn between two sides (e.g. two different loyalties, or love versus duty)
gestures of affection and intimacy (such as forehead kisses, cuddling in bed, holding hands, massages)
casual intimacies
hurt/comfort (especially with an emphasis on the comfort)
seduction (especially seduction/corruption of someone who's less experienced and/or initially reluctant)
games: truth or dare, playing drinking games/strip games for fun, seduction games
Can't Stop Thinking About That Thing I Saw Completely By Accident (a.k.a. various flavours of accidental voyeurism)
competence porn
masquerades
tattoos
body details (freckles, moles, tan lines, goosebumps, acne, scars, burns, wrinkles, etc.)
redemption arcs
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1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 15. Oktober 2022
#3
How did clowns get through the day before the invention of balloons/plastics?
1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 17. Februar 2022
#2
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman (1966), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members, King Tut (Batman), Condiment King
Additional Tags: Community: pod_together, pod_together 2022, Humor, Crack(ish?), Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Fic & Podfic
Summary:
With a sound like silent thunderclap, our dauntless defenders were gone. Vanished without a trace, and only the low, rumbling laughter of King Tut remained in their stead. Could it really be that Batman and Robin had been outsmarted this time?
OR: The 1960s Dynamic Duo travels to today's B:WFA universe
2 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. August 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Cassie Sandsmark
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent
Additional Tags: Sexting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no beta we die like robins, Miscommunication
Summary:
Tim still doesn’t know what to think. He can’t unsee what he just got a glimpse of. He can’t forget. His traitorous mind seems to return to it over and over again. He is not okay with this. It was all he could do to keep his adoptive sister from killing his best friend.
When Cass' phone vibrated at dinner, Tim was sat next to her. He saw. He saw the picture. Saw how Cass just calmly deleted it, murmuring some vague death threat, and made to get up.
6 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. August 2022
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