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linonyang · 1 year

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FLUTTERING CONFESSIONS.

pairings: crystal fairy prince!jeongin and butterfly fairy librarian!gn reader

genre: fluff, fantasy, fairy au, barbie: mariposa and the fairy princess au

warnings: short lowkey suggestive content (they had a kissing moment please)

word count: 5.2k words

synopsis: it took you both too long to confess, and maybe things moved quicker when you two realized you should be expressing what your heart desires already.

tag list: @awooghan @cosmic-railwayxo @xiaoderrrr @hwangsify

note: hey! another wip that i got to finish already!!! just a little warning, things do get a little faster at the latter portion of the fic. the first part really was my unfinished part (that i wrote... last year) and it’s kinda long, so i just tried to continue it! i hope it’s still good tho :D enjoy!

Supposedly taking you around Shimmervale again, Jeongin got distracted and ended up hanging out with you in your little getaway in the little library newly changed in your room.

“Mother will lecture me at dinner if I don’t walk you around the kingdom again,” he grumbles, free-falling onto your bed with his eyes closed.

Jeongin hears you answer his complaint with the sound of flipping pages, wonderfully engaging to a book you haven’t read yet back in Flutterfield. “You mean fly, your highness? I am very familiar with Shimmervale already, Jeongin. It’s not a requirement that you have to tour me around if I went here tons of times already.”

And that is his problem.

The queen always tells Jeongin to tour a guest around Shimmervale as a respectful form of welcoming them. It’s simpler compared to coping around at tea parties, but it’s something that he has to do out of respect. It would be rude to leave guests unaware of where they’re going.

“I told you, Mother’s going to lecture me if we tell her we didn’t go around Shimmervale.” Jeongin stares at the ceiling, admiring the decorations and lighting hanging around.

I didn’t know the lights here were that big for a small room!

Humming, he sits back up on your bed, poking your shoulder. “I can let you stay near the Heartstone again and call it a day if you don’t want to go around for the nth time.”

The royal family adored you right when you became a great friend of Jeongin. When you two were young, the royal family of Shimmervale visited Flutterfield for a gathering with your kingdom’s queen.

A ball began, and both citizens of Flutterfield and Shimmervale attended. When you flew there with no knowledge of the people you’d encounter—especially your parents, who did not even say who were the special guests of the ball—you didn’t know you’d befriend the prince of Shimmervale.

Every other kid who knew the privilege Jeongin held made them avoid him. The fact that he was a prince while they were commoners of their kingdom intimidated them. He felt left out, knowing that being in such a high position would always be a barrier to being a fairy like the rest of you. Meanwhile, you, who’s still learning about life and the world of fairies, shamelessly communicated with him and made him comfortable as a guest.

His parents discovered you are part of a family of marvelous professionals fairies could ever get, such as researchers, scientists, and historians. Hence, they found fascination with how you’ll perform once you grow a little older.

And they did not look down at you even once — you became an intelligent young fairy who worked at the royal library of Flutterfield during your free time. They knew you’d be as great as your family.

Thus, they thought they should bring you to Shimmervale and join Jeongin in learning. After all, you two joined at the hip — it would be best to have two great fairies in the making to study and extend your education together.

Now that the two of you graduated. You visit Shimmervale occasionally, during your short breaks, as a holiday from working in the royal library once again.

Dropping your book to your side and glancing at Jeongin, an idea came into your mind. “How about we go around Shimmervale to look at the Heartstone and the crystallites above homes?”

The source of heat and energy for the people of Shimmervale doesn’t exist in Flutterfield. Those crystals have been a long interest of yours since your first visit to the kingdom when you were young. Jeongin once picked up some tiny bits of it and willingly gave it to you as remembrance, especially since he assumed you’d never come back‌. You tried to study these glowing gems and showed them to your relatives, who took the same interest in those as you.

Until this day, with hundreds of papers and books about these crystallites for everybody to read, you still think these crystals are so special. Imagine Shimmervale without the crystallites — they’d be nothing without those. Gemstones that might be useless to others are an essential piece in this kingdom.

To Jeongin, the crystals are nothing. He learned about the importance of crystallites and assumed they wouldn’t run out of them soon for a long time already. They had an abundance of it hiding behind the GlowWater Falls.

For the past years of visiting Shimmervale, you only crossed the waterfalls, obviously oblivious to the beauty there.

Jeongin hums and nods, still considering your suggestion for the tour.

You sense hesitation behind your best friend’s eyes, noticing the subtle knit of his eyebrows and the pout of his lips. There’s something he wants to include.

Before you speak up about your small concern, Jeongin finally blurts out the question that has been running through his head. “Have you gone inside GlowWater Falls? How about we go there instead of going around the crystallites above the houses like last time?”

Pressing your lips together, you answer, “No. I know the crystals are in there, though. But are you really bringing me there?” You push Jeongin back down to your bed delicately, lying beside him. You lift his soft hands into the air, mindlessly playing with his fingers. You softly continue, “I didn’t bother getting in there because I might invade a space I shouldn’t be stepping in. So, no, Jeongin. I haven’t gone inside there.”

Well, isn’t it an excellent day for Jeongin? He finally gets to show you something new to you. He knows you’re tired of flying around Shimmervale like him. You two just do the regular touring to catch up on each other's businesses.

“How about I finally show you what’s in there?” He moves his head to the side, finding your face beside him. This intimacy has been natural, so being close like this has been a regular sight for some.

Although, Jeongin tends to hold in the erupting butterflies in his stomach. He knows you’re an absolute sweetheart on a typical day, but he can’t help but feel something for you.

Funny to say, his parents aren’t even unaware of the blushes and uncontrolled smiles on his face every visit of yours. They had long known for his admiration for you whenever he couldn’t shut up about you when you were gone.

Should he confess later, then? The king and queen believe there is a long delay in his confession, and he should do something about it. The simple thought of his parents supporting him in pursuing a relationship with a special commoner of another kingdom already reassures him that things will be fine.

Then, he will do it any time during the tour.

Or within your stay in the next few days? He’s so not sure about this.

He’ll just wing it later.

Jeongin calls out your name and ties his hand with yours, lightly shaking your hands together. He opposes your sentiment. “Going into the GlowWater Falls isn’t an invasion of privacy, by the way. Anybody can visit there!”

Your friend is trying to convince you so hard. Jeongin knows you have stepped into every place in Shimmervale except GlowWater Falls, which was weird for him.

It’s technically an attraction. Why haven’t you tried to visit there?

Your laughter fills the air, pulling his hand to your chest. You forgot for a second that Jeongin here is persuading you for an addition to the tour. His voice has given you so much comfort until the point you’d love to hear it all day without comprehending what he says.

“As I said earlier, I know it’s a personal place for you. I don’t want to invade GlowWater Falls because I know it’s like an escape of yours.”

Oh, right, he mentioned that before.

A small surge of panic moves through Jeongin. What excuse would he say about that? The only reason the GlowWater Falls was very personal is that it also reminded him of you whenever you were away.

He’ll just mention that later on.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s a comfort place of mine. I think you deserve to see what’s inside an important space like that,” Jeongin sighs out of relief. “You are my best friend, after all. You should know why it is significant to Shimmervale and me. You did your best in learning everything about the kingdom already; it’s time that you get to see a special place with your own eyes.”

Your mouth fell open. Your best friend returning the favor with that big surprise stunned you. For your past visits, Jeongin always mentioned that he stays in GlowWater Falls in exchange for the loneliness he felt growing up. He usually feels that, so you thought it was a big deal. Stepping into a place of absolute comfort could feel like stepping into private property. It’s like diving deep into his secrets.

“If that’s what you want without feeling intruded on, okay then,” you nod, giving Jeongin a half smile.

Jeongin moves even closer to you, your body touching his. He removes one of his hands from yours and lifts it to move some hair away from your face. Winking, he tells you, “You’ll have a great time. I’m very excited.”

You take in the sight of his face as he pats your head. “You were so serious every time you talked about GlowWater Falls, and then you’re joyous about it now. What has gone into your head?” you softly asked. Studying his face, you notice that he’s beaming with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes sparkling. He must be that excited.

Jeongin hums, returning his back to your bed. “I don’t know. Maybe I just have a good feeling of being more honest with you.”

Speaking of being honest, you forgot to give something to your friend.

A flutter flower.

You promised to give him another flutter flower. It would remind him of you while you’re gone. It all started when you gave him one on your first visit, and Jeongin impulsively gave you those tiny crystals because he loved the flutter flower and wanted to give something in return. After that, you gave him a flutter flower just to see him happy and amused.

Hell, you even brought him references about flutter flowers so he could study them if he wanted. Give him another flower so he can feel your friendship's magic. You liked it to sign that your company is as powerful as that plant. You’ll always be there for him.

Pushing yourself up from your bed with your elbows, you search for your bag with the flutter flower, rapidly eyeing every corner of the room with anxious eyes. You sigh under your breath when you see the bag untouched and closed on your table.

Jeongin immediately senses the tension around your body, sitting up to check up on you. “You okay?”

You look at him wide-eyed, answering his question, “Yes, I’m fine. I thought I left one of my bags in Flutterfield.” Thank the heavens for being able to cover up your actual worry immediately.

Before Jeongin asks more about that bag, you reach for his hand. When you pull him up from your bed, he squeaks, surprised by the sudden movement. “Be gentle! You don’t want to get exiled for accidentally stretching a muscle!”

“I will not get exiled, Jeongin. Your parents have exiled nobody for a few years now!” You laugh, pulling him along as you fly around your room to grab your needs for your tour around Shimmervale.

Never forget your bag with that flutter flower!

“Oh, they’re going to do it for the first time in a while if something goes wrong,” Jeongin grumbles, feeling that slight sting on his arm from your hand. “But they love you very much, so you might be an exception if ever they’re going to — hey, _____!”

Jeongin groans as you drag him downwards to grab your shoes, your wings slightly hitting him. You chuckle, letting him go. “Alright, Jeongin. Let’s just get this over with.” You glance at him with a smile, tying the ribbons of your shoe around your calves.

“We’re leaving already?” Jeongin exclaims, moving lower to put his head around your head level. He flips around, seeing your head down as you tie the ribbon with pure focus.

You see him while you’re lying in the air, and you answer him. “Well, yeah. We have a long way to go on the tour, right? The whole kingdom and the GlowWater Falls?”

“You said a few minutes ago that you’re too lazy to leave?” Jeongin flaps his arms in the air out of exaggeration. “You said you wanted to stay here and read some books from the small library?”

On your last visit, you didn’t have a library in your room. The room reserved for you only looked utterly different until the royal staff applied the redesign to your liking. To your surprise, Jeongin was embarrassed to ask you about your preferences. He felt he was doing too much for you, mainly because he wanted you to feel at home in Shimmervale. But when he raised the suggestion to the king and queen, they were nice enough to follow Jeongin. They understood his intentions, which added to their never-ending proof that he’s absolutely in love with you.

Oh, he emphasized the library to the royal staff. He knows you’d feel suffocated with no book with you at all.

Thankfully, you arrived here last night with much satisfaction, giving Jeongin a tight hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, which the royal guards and his parents caught right at your door.

You shrug your shoulders right after you finish tying your shoe. “Eh, I’ll do that tonight and for the next few days. I think it’d be better to finish the tour as early as now. It’s still noon, anyway.”

Well, you have a point.

As payback, Jeongin playfully grabs your arm and pulls you out of your room to the palace's doors.

The hallways of the royal palace echoed with your shouts of protest, unable to catch up with the speed of the crystal fairy. You completely forgot that Jeongin is skillful with flying, perfect enough to fly quickly into obstacles and traps. Even with ups and downs, twists and turns around the palace, Jeongin has been flying around accurately. You wonder if he’s that skilled in flying or familiar with the enormous palace.

Unfortunately, rapidly flying around the palace means less time to admire the decor. The royal palace of Shimmervale is one of the most beautiful architectures you’ve seen. Walls painted with pleasing shades of pink and purple, windows of large sizes and abstract exteriors with natural light shining down on you — you might’ve thought you’re in an upgraded version of heaven.

“Can’t we slow down, your highness?” You grunted, almost avoiding one vase sitting on a table. Your butterfly wings cannot follow along, as it nearly hits one of the family paintings in the same hallway. “You know you can’t trust me with flight!”

“Coming from somebody who normally flies? And tortured me the same way earlier? I don’t think so,” Jeongin laughs, holding your hand tighter than before. “We’re almost there! We’re going for the quicker option, taking sharp turns around shortcuts and flying fast!”

Jeongin screams out of joy, loving the feeling of the wind moving past him and his wings. He is amused at how you’re still keeping up with him. You’ve been at the edge of surviving this trip. He glanced at your face: eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched.

He concerningly sighs and slows down his pace, now holding you softly. “Sorry about that,” he says, pulling you down with him on the ground and hearing you stop him repeatedly from apologizing. “We’re out of the palace now, anyway. We can fly up there and hang out for a bit?”

Your head follows the direction of his hand — pointing to the Heartstone sitting on top of a tower nearby. The narrow building is taller than the royal palace, showing the Heartstone to Shimmervale. Even far from the tower, you see the greatest crystal of the land shining against the sun.

Delighted, you nodded and flew first to the tower, gripping your bag’s strap tight. The prince follows behind, his hands around his squinted eyes to see a more clear view against the sun. The sun is shining at this hour, making Jeongin hiss at the contact with the damaging sun rays before him.

Begrudgingly stepping into the highest and only floor of the tower, Jeongin holds on to the pole beside him. Pressing his lips together, he says, “That took me a little while, and I forgot how hot it is when the sun’s up.”

“You obviously don’t go out as a child, Jeongin.” You sit down on the steps towards the Heartstone. In awe, you look behind and scowl once the brightness of the crystal hits your eyes. “And you’re probably more used to seeing crystals than the sun.”

Jeongin puffs and stomps on his way to the space beside you to move your head away from the blinding stone. “Hey, I have gone outside lots of times already. Excuse me!”

The pout on his face made you chuckle. That is one of the most common signs that he got affected by your teasing. “I’m just joking, your highness. Sit down here with me, will you?” you asked, softly patting the cold tile on your side.

“Yeah, sure,” Jeongin grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Seems like you’re the royal here. I cannot believe I’ve been doing the grandest stuff for you for years.”

He’s too late to deny it. What else has he done aside from the room renovation and the touring that made him think he’s so in love with you? So much, so much that it is so hard to count with his own hands.

Yes, his parents were right. He’s that crazy.

Jeongin laughs at himself. It’s too late to turn back, and he has to release the feeling today. He could’ve sworn that he’ll keep it in for the rest of his life.

“Why are you laughing out of the blue? You finally realized how much you’ve done for me?”

Hold on, do you know about his feelings?

You probably do.

Cursing multiple times in his head, he immediately makes up an excuse for your question, “I guess so, but isn’t that part of my role as a host?”

You tilt your head and furrow your brows. “Do all hosts hang around the guest’s room every night?”

Ever since, Jeongin consistently sneaked into your room, seeing you in any area with a book in your hands. Frankly, he grew more comfortable in your room than in his own. He had the time of his life every night in your place. Pillow fights, movie marathons, book readings and discussions, and helping each other in academics — he felt like he did so much as a friend in a few months than years of existing as a royal. Spending time with you was always a precious time of his. He’d never trade it for anything else in this world.

Even rejection. The prince is too sensitive to that.

It is comical to see Jeongin as either this ray of sunshine or a cold winter — something that will depend on his mood. Whenever he’s around you, he’s a mess. He could get as soft and sweet as a marshmallow on his favorite ice cream or flustered and red as apples freshly picked from a tree.

“Uh…” he dragged his voice, thinking of an answer. “Not all, but there are some.”

“Like you then?” you ask. “You know, it’s not a lie that you did so much for me.”

Should he insert his confession now while there’s a touching moment between them?

No, he can’t do it yet.

“That’s because you’re also my best friend, _____.” Well, that’s a great excuse, Jeongin. He huffs before continuing. “And I’d do everything for my one and only best friend.” He gets back up and sends you a warm smile.

You feel your cheeks heating from the sweet words of Jeongin. You always thought your friend was rather timid and rational, but he gets quite romantic and idealistic — especially when it’s about you.

A confession as platonic as this makes your mind wonder because of the possibility of it having romantic undertones. It makes you question whether that commitment will stay forever with the state of being friends — or significant others if things will change — which makes you slightly more determined to confess this overflowing love you feel for him.

“I’d do the same for you, Jeongin.” You reach for his hand and move your finger in circles on his palm. “I’m willing to do that again and again.”

The two of you didn’t take that long staying near the Heartstone. Jeongin was slightly overheating today — considerably, the weather was warmer than usual. Maybe Jeongin’s complaint over the scorching heat was more valid than you thought.

You two went straight to GlowWater Falls. It took you both a while because many commoners were greeting the prince on your way. Some even did the same to you. Those commoners have seen you with Jeongin throughout the years — “Are you two together?” as the usual conversation starter, making your heart beat faster.

The prince heard this question behind your back. It made him snicker several times. There was this rush of confidence when fairies finally noticed his affection for you through your frequent visits and tours around Shimmervale City. Not that he implied he does like you to that one kid who asked him the same question, but it satisfied him enough that citizens have noticed his growing care for you. He’d love to let the people know he’s in love with a butterfly fairy who’s inarguably esteemed and adored in their home.

When he finally brought you past the vines and leaves to the waterfalls, he can’t help but look at you. Your eyes are as shiny as the surrounding crystals, your light feet bringing you around, your hands playing with the small body of water nearby, and your head spinning to look at the stones above — a beautiful sight. He might admit that you can beat the crystals’ magnificence.

“I cannot believe this.” You pick up a rainbow rock near the pond, “I’m here.”

You widen your eyes at the sight of the rocks in your hand. “These are iridescent! So beautiful, I haven’t gotten myself one of these.” All you’ve kept were the crystals the prince gave you.

“I always thought of giving you one, but I thought it’d be nice if you discover it once you visit here and play along with it.” Jeongin picks up a few pieces from the grass and throws one on the pond, making it skip in the water in different colors.

Unconsciously, you cover your mouth out of shock. You steal one from Jeongin’s hand to do the same. “That is so cool. You should’ve told me it does something on the water. I think I never noted that.”

His fondness never fading away, he tells you, “It’s a surprise, _____. There are things I don’t want to spoil.” He giggles when your smile drops. “I just want to see how you’d react when you find out about something new, that’s all.”

“Just to tease me until my death, I’m guessing,” you grumbled. The crystal prince grins and pokes your shoulder, “Nah, I genuinely wanted to surprise you. Do you really have to make everything seem like a foolish act from me?”

“Yes, because you have been such a tease for all of my life,” you replied. In return, you also poke his torso, making Jeongin shriek and almost trip. You laugh and mumble, “You deserved that.”

“Though, do I deserve your love?” Jeongin mumbled. He can almost hear his parents’ words in his head. If you’re going to confess, make sure that you show how dedicated you are to declare your love.

He’ll never forget how the king shared how bold the queen was when she tried to steal his heart from other royalties. He thought it was a coincidence that his parents also met at a ball. She pulled him into the air to dance for the whole night. Jeongin wishes he was as courageous as his mother. The love of his life is already with nobody, yet he can’t seem to be straight to the point.

You could not notice your friend’s words by playing with the rainbow rocks. You look at him and ask, “What did you say?”

Jeongin lifts his head from the ground to ask, “If you like someone, would you rather keep it or say it?”

You cannot help but tilt your head. “Say it. Why would you keep an intense feeling for someone? You don’t have to give a show just to confess. As long as your words are straight from your heart, it’d best to say it.” If only you could laugh at your answer, you would’ve done that right after you said it. You can’t seem to follow your advice.

“What’s the matter? Do you like someone?” you asked. You suddenly toy with your bag strap to wonder what it feels like to be liked by the prince of Shimmervale.

Love makes your body mess up. Your heart beats faster over the idea of confessing to the Shimmervale prince. Your stomach aches out of nervousness whenever you finally have that chance to declare your love. Your hands sweat when he lays his hand on your shoulder. Your mind gets blank whenever you remind yourself how frequently you return to Shimmervale for Jeongin. Anything that has to do with your desire to be with Jeongin, you mess up and hold yourself back.

I’m going to do it, I have to do it. Jeongin scratches his head, “Yes, I like someone.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “It’s leaning towards love, but yes. I love someone, that someone being you.”

Well, so much for being dedicated. At least he was straight to the point.

“I planned to confess to you so many times already, but none of them seem to work, and I chicken out every time,” Jeongin pushes your dropped jaw up and holds your hands. “Even if I thought I was going to mess up again when I finally get to bring you here, I guess I have succeeded, ‌right?”

Your short-circuiting brain makes you freeze on the spot. You thought of bringing out your gift that you’ve been keeping away from the boy with hopeful eyes. You drop your hands from his grasp and open the flap.

“Here’s something to tell you that,” you pull out the flutter flower from the bag and hear Jeongin gasp, “I feel the same way. Also, I’ve been trying to let you know, but I never found the right timing.”

It’s Jeongin’s turn to freeze. His eyes move up and down — from the flutter flower and your face and vice versa. His heart might burst, and so does his eyes with tears. There was pining all this time, and he realizes he is as dumb as you for not realizing your love.

Everything you did for him means a lot to him. You gave him that true peace and silence whenever he visited your room. Your room was the perfect place for him to keep away from royal duties, reliving things children would do. Playing games together; studying for exams together; staying up late at night as secret sleepovers; reading books from Flutterfield’s library, and so much more. They might be simpler compared to his extravagant actions, but they’re still important to him. If not, maybe some of the most valuable moments in building your friendship.

He grins. “I noticed your eyes are shining brighter than the flutter flower and crystals.” As much as he missed the flutter flower (and still keeping the first one you gave him), nothing compares to the sight of your eyes shining. It reminded him of those eureka moments whenever you two are in class. He can’t believe he gets to see that kind of eyes again. That kind he observes on certain days.

You chuckle, “What if I say you look the happiest when you’re smiling?”

Jeongin returns the flutter flower to your bag. He gently grabs your hands, places them on his neck, and caresses your face. “I’d be the happiest fairy ever if it’s alright for me to kiss you.”

“Then, I’ll let you be the happiest fairy ever,” you close the gap in between. Jeongin closes his eyes and hums in delight. He ties his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You can feel him smiling. You stroke your finger on his soft cheek as you reciprocate, making him smile even bigger.

Jeongin opens his eyes. His sight is very endearing — you kissing and touching him gently. He feels all the love, and he can always return it. Jeongin closes his eyes once again and parts his lips from yours.

You wonder why he parted. He surprises you with fervent pecks on your face, making you giggle and pinch his arm.

“Hey, let me kiss your cute face again for a bit,” Jeongin mumbles again. He reaches for your hands. You let him, moving your face closer to his. “Go on, just let me do the same afterward.”

For a while, you two just pecked each other’s faces and giggle in the place where Jeongin feels most comfortable. Jeongin has added another justification to his list of reasons he loves GlowWater Falls — you.

Even after your cheeks feel sore from smiling, you’re unable to process the fact that Jeongin likes you back, and you two kiss. You thought it was a saving grace from all the horrendous times when you had to back out because you were unprepared or the moment simply feels off to confess.

You two flew back to the castle when the moon was up. Jeongin’s parents greeted the two of you at the door, who also felt surprised when they saw you both in each other’s arms.

“Are you two—”

“We’re together now, mom. Is that okay?” Jeongin playfully asks, showing his hand that’s woven with yours. The queen and king sigh in relief.

The king clasps his hands together, “Glad to know that you both had the guts to admit what your heart has been screaming for years. I think the queen and I have been waiting for this moment for so long!”

You smile, “I’m also glad, your highness.” You glance at the love of your life, “Should I extend my stay here, Jeongin?”

“Please. My son might go insane without you,” the king pleads. The queen joins in the ride and jokingly asks, “Can both of you get married already? Both of you are joined at the hip!”

“Mom!?”

“I think I know why you’re so lovesick, your highness,” you peck on his cheek.

The queen cries, “He’s blushing! He got it from us!”

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rxspbrrry · 2 years

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So I saw your requests are open and what about clotted cream x reader (can be gn) who is a legendary of the sky?

Imagine clotted cream saw reader's floating chamber hovering over creme republic and thought it was a threat?

This is my first time requesting so I am bad at explaining like this (Can I be Shiba anon?)

YESS YESSSSS ive thought about this idea at least once anon you big brain ❤️❤️❤️❤️

notes ; clotted cream cookie x gn legendary! reader, fluff, woah this is kinda long, ooooooh legendary reader surprising and subtly flirting with clotted cream summary ; the consul has been leaving his office more often lately. who could he be meeting?

a/n: added a little story after the meeting heehee also i didn’t really use the floating chamber idea but i did keep the ‘clotted cream being suspicious of reader at first’ idea

the creme republic was known to possess the most advanced technology in earthbread, even more advanced than any of the five heroes’ kingdoms. none of those silly stories of sugar gnomes, legendaries or deities; everything was ruled by technology and the beloved consul of the land.

so it wasn’t a surprise when clotted cream cookie, who grew up in the creme republic being taught that legendaries didn’t exist in the republic, was suspicious when he first saw you wandering around.

at first he thought it was just a trick of the light, or maybe even some citizen cosplaying a famed legendary like the fabled sea fairy cookie or moonlight cookie. but when he squinted his eyes, it was clear that it wasn’t just some costume you were wearing. the way your smooth hair rustled in the wind (that you created yourself, clotted cream was sure, because he couldn’t feel any wind on him now) was on a level of natural that no wig could ever mimic. gold sparkles adorned your skin and shined in the sunlight. long eyelashes framed half-lidded eyes as you gazed at the grassy ground, using little hand movements to play with the flowers below you. the dangling pieces of your outfit, like your hair, was flowing in the wind. your beauty was ethereal and out of this world, perhaps literally.

still, for clotted cream cookie, duty comes first. he sets his priorities straight as he walks up to you with a practiced smile, eyes not leaving your peaceful figure. he is almost shocked by the intensity in your glowing eyes as you turn around to face him, but he keeps his confident smile on and asks, “it’s an honour to have such a lovely looking deity here. the creme republic has never been able to welcome any legendaries from folktales, and yet here you are in broad daylight. may i have the name of the beautiful deity in front of me?"

“who’s asking?” you reply softly. your voice is as calm and powerful as your aura.

he continues smiling, “my name is clotted cream cookie, consul of the creme republic. i regret to say this, your majesty, but it is not often that we see such a stunning legendary cookie in the creme republic, and the public are wary of your presence.”

your lips perk up into a small smile. “i don’t see anyone around here but you. my eyesight must be failing me.”

“i wouldn’t dare suggest such a thing,” clotted cream laughs lightly, but his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. “as honourable as it is to be in your dazzling presence, might i suggest you relocate to another resting place, so as to not disturb the common folk here?”

“young consul, if you want me gone, then you must simply say so,” you return with an equally airy laugh. “i assure you that your people are not worth harming, young one. won’t you let a deity admire the greenery of the creme republic?”

by now, clotted cream knows that you are aware of his intentions towards you. and despite your reassurance that you will not harm the creme republic, he cannot help but continue to be wary towards you.

which is why he flinches when you slowly reach a finger out to caress his cheek. the coldness of your skin shocks him, literally bringing a chill down his spine. the chill was an unpleasant reminder of a higher, stronger power, as though the god of death had touched him themself. he could only hope that you weren’t actually said god.

“let’s make a deal,” you whisper while tracing your finger along his jawline. he tries his best to not lose his composure at your action. “allow this wandering deity to stay in your land for a week, and if i do harm a single citizen here, then you shall chase me away, and i shall not complain. will you agree, young consul?”

clotted cream cookie manages to muster a challenging smile. “and what do i get in return for your stay, your honour?”

“do you see the flowers blooming below me?” and he looks down to confirm. indeed, the flowers appear more pure and lively with you standing above them. “i promise i will help your land prosper.”

“then it is a deal, your almightyness,” he lifts your hand off his cheek gently and shakes it. his stomach does a flip at the sight of your alluring smile.

little does clotted cream know, the common folk of the creme republic adore you. children visit your resting spot everyday, bribing you with candies and squeezing a story or two out of you of your wonderful travels and asking “how is it like to rule the skies?” questions. sometimes they drag their parents along who also respect you because of the trade secrets you share with them, allowing their businesses to bloom. the elderly come by every once in a while, sitting down with you as all of you hold folktale telling competitions or recipe sharing conversations. even some of the creme republic’s leaders, who were curious about the legendary deity that clotted cream cookie had encountered, had stopped by to chat with you before returning to their work. in less than a fortnight, long after the deal was expected to be off, nearly the whole of the creme republic was in love with you.

and despite the number of visitors you receive on a daily basis, the consul whom you struck the deal with never fails to stop by and chat with you himself. sometimes he invites you to the night markets and treats you to the creme republic’s delicacies; on other days he sits down with you on the grass and asks about your legendary life.

clotted cream cookie is enamoured with you, to put it simply. unlike the usual respect or awe cookies would have for their gods or heroes, he sees you as a normal person who just so happens to be extraordinarily powerful. yet it doesn’t diminish the admiration he has for you, which is clear in how the look in his eyes becomes softer and softer over time.

“i wonder if it’s a legendary thing to just stop by random kingdoms to say hi to their leaders out of nowhere,” clotted cream comments, resting his head on a tree that the two of you lean on. it is the twentieth day since your uninvited visit, and the deal has not been broken yet. he doesn’t think it will any time soon, with how gentle and motherly you treat the citizens.

you laugh as a reply, and clotted cream does not stop the smile from edging up onto his lips. “no, it’s actually the first time i’ve done this. when you live for thousands of years with no duties to do, you get bored very easily. i hope that my visit to the republic was beneficial, other than helping your land prosper.”

you turn to him and look at him in the eye. he no longer flinches at your glowing eyes, but rather finds himself drowning in them. he can’t tell which is worse.

“it was. do you have any more tales to tell me?” he struggles to get the words out. he must seem so utterly embarrassing in front of a majestic god.

“oh, i’ll tell you one alright,” your laughter sounds like chimes in the wind and it is a sound clotted cream can never get enough of. he gets dizzy when you lean in and whisper, “once upon a time, a lonely wandering legendary cookie decided to visit a land full of advanced technology, wondering if they, a mythical being, could fit into such a society.”

“while they were admiring the greenery of this land, a handsome lad came up to them with the intent to drive them away because of his suspicions towards them.” clotted cream continues staring at you dazedly. an uncharacteristic, silly and smitten smile appears on his face. “did the handsome lad drive the beautiful deity away in the end?”

“he didn’t,” you giggle, covering your mouth with your sleeve. “he let them stay on the basis of a deal, and ended up befriending them in the process.”

“i wonder,” clotted cream starts, unwilling to let you continuously take the lead in this flirty conversation, “if this lad would like to get to know the beautiful deity even better.”

“if he does i’ll be surprised,” you can only hope the blush on your cheeks are not clear enough for him to see, “but i won’t be upset about it. in fact, i’ll be elated if he does.”

clotted cream musters the courage to lift your hand to his lips, before looking at you again. his eyes already tell you that he’s infatuated with you; though it isn’t like your worshippers haven’t loved you romantically before, you’ve never felt as ecstatic as when clotted cream looks at you like this. “then,” the consul’s voice is but a whisper, “i’d like to get to know you better, my dear.”

“isn’t it too late to say this?” you laugh again. “we’ve been having moonlit conversations for around two weeks straight.”

“i do hope it’s not too late to make you fall for me, though.”

his words are bold. his face is flustered yet confident. you wonder if coming to the creme republic was a mistake, if getting lost in his emerald eyes was the result of this trip. however, when he squeezes your hand and kisses it lightly again, waiting for your answer hopefully, you realise that perhaps this visit was more than worth it.

you smile and squeeze his hand back, hoping he understands your reply.

#r.writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run sfw #cookie run kingdom sfw #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream cookie x reader

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subtextnatural · 1 year

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Mmmm so what if i would write a fic where Dean is in a heaven that doesn’t feel like heaven at all, Cas is supposedly saved but somehow still missing, and Sam is living a life that makes him feel like he’s stuck in a romcom all over again? And Jack is all benevolent and reassuring but it gets more and more obvious that something, somehow is off? What then?

#asked the girl who never wrote anything meaningful in English ever #but yeah would anyone be interested in sg like that?#a bit of Chuck won truthing #a bit of 'one last hunt'#post-canon and Winchesters adjacent #i know a lot of you are thinking it and i saw some galaxy brain takes #and my own thoughts are rattling in my head and i feel like i should maybe get them out #spn #supernatural #chuck won #r.chitchat #r.writes #maybe?

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onwalkman · 2 years

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shoes.

my shoes don’t fit

they’re too big

too loose

too much around my feet

even with the laces tied so tight

i lose feeling in my toes

my shoes don’t fit

as they walk me around this foreign room

on domestic soil i’ve never felt before

as they slip and slide

and fall off my feet

in puddles of empty space

my shoes don’t fit

but when have they ever fit

because, you know

the more i think about it

i can’t remember what it’s like

to have shoes that are meant to fit

meant to be walked in

meant to be mine

as i kick them off at the end of the day

and crawl into dirty sheets

sheets that should smell like home

like my mother on an august morning

because

i shouldn’t feel so lost in

territory i created

in mountains i conquered

in plains i’ve long seen

but my shoes don’t fit

and they haven’t for a while

#r.write #poetry

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biiscione · 2 years

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An Heirling: Heart Stretched Too Thin ❂ ━━━━━━━━━━━━➤ part one of ???. note: tfw you just reunited with your family after a year but one sister is getting married and another, well, you’ll see..... anyway, couldn’t remember the names i gave maria and margaret for this verse so i just used their... names. will amend later. i plan on writing a few more of these, maybe all the way to rafi’s own wedding? we’ll see.

“It is said Northern Lords consummate marriages for their groom - subjects.” Maria, a girl of ten and three years, cheekily says. Where she got that information, Rafi did not know and, looking up from where he sat at their elder sister’s feet, eyes her suspiciously. “You’ve made too much conversation with the hound - master’s son, I see.” Margaret laughs, gaze never lifting from her needlework. “The hound - master? I thought he was childless?” Rafi asks, confused. “Our Lord Father was displeased with him, so he got another.” The eldest Rowan answers her brother. “It cannot be helped, father’s fickle nature.” A deep inhale, meant to quel what anxiety brewed in his chest. Lord Rowan worries about the hold he once called home, his sisters, his mother upon learning he was named heir, he was swiftly picked up and taken to Goldengrove, abandoning those he wished to protect. Such heavy burdens this boy of fifteen has placed upon himself

When silence settles between the three, Rafi takes it upon himself to inquire about the upcoming wedding ceremony that had brought up the Lord of the North. “Will... will you have one?” Broad back leans against his sister’s leg, head of auburn curls resting back and atop her knee. From this angle, as she peers down at him, she looks like their mother. “Have one what, brother? Speak plainly.” Impatience tinges her words. “A a bedding ceremony.” “Ah,” her tone softens, she displacing her needlework and combing lithe fingers through her brother’s curl. “Yes. It is expected of me.” Lord Rowan’s nose wrinkles. Nothing should be expected of the sister to the heir of Goldengrove, even if she were to be a lion’s bride. “Then you did not protest?” “Weakly, yes, but what is one night to ease the realm’s mind?” He thinks for a moment, still uneasy in his sister’s response. “Now, as we speak, is that what you want?” Rafi shifts onto his knees, dark hues never leaving her pale ones. From the view of their younger sister, they look like mother and child. Though Margaret’s eyes spell out her uneasiness, she smiles wryly. “I will champion you.” Lord Rowan responds quickly to her sad smile. “If you do not want the ceremony, you will not have it. I will inform Lord Lannister that there will be no viewing of the consummation and ” Slender hands, one on either cheek, still him into silence. “Father has brokered this affair. I will not start another war between you and he.” The last tumultuous disagreement between the Rowan lords happened upon the proposition that Margaret was to wed at fourteen, and though Rafi was but a boy of nine, he fought viciously so that would not be so. Rafi’s father accused venomously that it was his own wife that puppeteered his son’s bitterness or even Rickard, Lord of Goldengrove, but it was neither. Rafi saw Margaret weeping the night she was given possible suitors, still very much a girl, holding onto that straw doll an old stable - hand made for her. If her own father would not champion for her, her younger brother must. Cheek, amazingly stubbled with dark hair, leans into his sister’s hand as he cedes. “We have just reunited.” Lord Rowan mutters softly, watching Maria cuddle next to Margaret on the day bed. “And I will lose you so soon again. Perhaps forever.” The elder sister somberly smiles there was to be nothing to keep the three of them apart forever, not even the gods. An oddly quiet Maria catches the attention of her siblings, wiping the silent tears from her eyes. She sniffs and with her big, dark Rowan eyes stares angrily at her brother, who has started to laugh. When the cacophony of her sibling’s amused and pointed laughter frustrates her so, her ears flush a bright scarlet, just as they did now. Rafi pats his younger sister’s knee. All in good fun. “And you You thought me too somber to remember? With haste, tell me about this hound - master’s son you’re so fond of.” ��

#tw long post #r.asoiaf #r.margaret #r.maria #r.writings

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starlighthan · 2 years

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haha can those ppl who liked my last drabble rb it at least 😅

#istg this reblogging problem is getting worse month by month #i'm THIS 🤏 close to stop writing here hah #anyways i'll just return to my wips and finish all of em #it's just devastating to see that rb-like ratio 😓😓😓#r.writes

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azurodriguez · 1 year

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Nunca una mirada dijo tanto como la tuya ese dia, en tus labios se abria paso una agria despedida, pero tu mirada expresaba cuanto esa despedida dolia.....

Y por ultimo ese adios que me enbolvia en amargura, fue un adios y no dijiste mas....

S. R.writing

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seasteading · 2 years

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filter words and narrative distance

so i’ve been seeing a few posts on avoiding filter words, especially in third person pov, and i wanted to make a post about some of my own thoughts about it!

filter words are words like noticed, spotted, saw, realized, felt, heard, etc. they take an event and as the name suggests, they filter it through the perspective of the narrator.

filter words tend to slow down the pacing of whatever sentence they’re in, so they can clutter up action scenes or reduce the impact of certain moments. however, they’re also not something you should necessarily avoid altogether, and here are a few reasons why!

introspection

while writing a longer work, you don’t necessarily want to be going at 100% for 100% of the time. it’s good to pull back a little bit to give an opportunity for slower, more introspective moments. with no filter words, the rhythm of each sentence accelerates. there’s no moment for deliberation on either the reader or the character’s part, everything that happens simply is.

for example, let’s take a look at the sentence, “he knew he should have been there sooner.” “knew” is a filter word in this case, but it makes it seem like the narrator has had time to think things over and come to this conclusion.

this same introspective tone can work well with a character who’s withdrawn into themself for one reason or another. after a traumatic event, for example, the frequent use of filter words can suggest a character numb to their environment, barely registering what’s happening and even then only through a hazy filter.

unreliable narration

in third person in particular, using filter words can be a great way to hint at an unreliable narrator. “the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall” is what is really happening. the reader and the narrator have the exact same description given to them. “she heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall,” meanwhile, is filtering the sound through the pov character. for another level in unreliability, we can say “she thought she could hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall.” you can also use filter words to state things to the reader to imply unreliable narration, since as readers, people are primed to assume that a basic description is just that: a basic description.

in first person, the reader is already completely in the narrator’s head, and is already seeing everything through their eyes. in third person limited, meanwhile, filter words can be a good shorthand to mark someone as unreliable, and to create a distance between the reader and what’s actually happening in the text of the story.

filter words should not be used as a crutch, but they also don’t have to be completely removed from your writing! they have their own use cases, and are important to creating narrative distance, whether that be for the sake of internal deliberation or for establishing unreliability.

#r.writing #these are all just my own thoughts !! pls take this with a grain of salt #this is just how i think abt filter words myself and none of this is word of law #having some sentences with filter words also helps with sentence variation but i didntthink that deserved an entire category

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serpentarii · 3 years

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good characters are not good people

i love hot people covered in blood as much as the next but calling every character you like a bossbabe girlboss lil meow meow malewife has really negatively affected people’s abilities to view them objectively.

a good character has a proper motivation, want, & need ;

this should be the case for almost all of your characters. however, i do understand that there are exceptions, such as stagnant characters.

a good character is understandable & interesting ;

your characters do not have to be likable. liking them as a character also does not mean that you like them as a person. good characters do not have to be good people, they don’t even have to be decent. the roles of protagonist and antagonist in themselves are passive and do not equate to good vs evil.

i feel like so many people are afraid of having an unlikable protagonist for fear of being seen as a bad person or justifying their actions. it’s not. writing about knights doesn’t mean you want to joust someone to the death, writing about dystopian governments doesn’t mean you condone them.

trust your audience ;

this post is really only meant for a small portion of people who consume media in a way where characters become caricatures. if your character is an assassin, have them assassinate people. don’t try to shoehorn in ill-fitting traits and arcs in an attempt to “negate” their darker traits.

and if your narrator is unreliable, trust your readers to figure that out. unless you legitimately don’t see why people hate holden caulfield ig.

at the end of the day, your characters need to fit their descriptions, and the narrative should support that. don’t accidentally weaken your enemies to lovers romance fam. love you and good luck.

people who “just want to write about taboo subjects” do not interact with this post.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing advice #character writing #morally grey characters #r.writing #r.characters #w.mine

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gerrydelano · 2 months

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Sixth Installment of the Pharos By Right series

Title: DAYSTAR Rating: M Chapters: 7 / 7 Words: 7.3k Characters: Martin Blackwood, Danny Stoker, Tim Stoker, Peter Lukas, Melanie King, Gerry Keay, Jon Sims, Elias Bouchard (mentioned), The Contortionist (mentioned)

Relationships: Martin/Danny, Melanie & Gerry

Additional Tags: Archivist!Gerry, Canon Divergence, Mostly Morbid Humor, Angst, Action, Low Empathy Autistic Martin, Trans Martin, Stranger!Danny, End!Tim, The Stranger, The Lonely, The End, Non-Canonical Character Undeath, Addiction, Depression, Discussion of Suicide, Grief, Brief allusion to relationship abuse

Chapter Summary:

“I have a feeling, Danny! I still have a feeling. We need to call someone and tell them what happened.” There’s no way Danny doesn’t have the same feeling. For all Martin knows, he’s had it for days and has been pretending he didn’t. That he could handle it himself, that their trip hadn’t been compromised, that they really were on some sort of vacation.

Or: Martin and Danny make it to Greece, Tim has a word with Peter Lukas, and Melanie finds Gerry at Pinhole Books - again.

#archivist gerry #gerry keay #gerard keay #martin blackwood #danny stoker #martanny #melanie king #tim stoker #peter lukas #jon sims #tma #tma fanfiction #magpod #r.writes #pbr tag #i arise #so mad that tumblr won't let me make the link pretty anymore

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sprigofbasil-archive · 3 years

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Tips for New Writeblrs

i’ve been seeing a lot of new and young writeblrs popping up recently, and i know the community can seem a bit daunting at first so i decided to make a post with some tips i wish i’d have known when i first joined!

↳ INTERACTION IS KEY

first off, and i cannot stress this enough, is the importance of interacting with other writeblrs. this community is here to help us all grow as writers, and one of the best ways to do that is to find writer friends. there’s so many incredible wips on writeblr, and it’s a genuine treat to get to see them develop further. interaction comes mostly through reblogs on tumblr, but for making actual friends, your best bet is joining a writing discord server. @welcometowriteblr is an example of a writeblr net with an open discord, but there are also many others out there catering to specific genres and subcategories.

↳ CLOUT IS MEANINGLESS

tumblr is bad enough at interaction on its own, but it’s especially true in communities like writeblr. unlike litblr graphics or fanart, writeblr content usually doesn’t come with a built-in audience unless you’re writing fic. so instead of trying to appeal to trends and getting lost in a sea of identical wips, your priority should be creating something you’re actually passionate about. a wip is a huge commitment, and it’s important to find a project you love instead of hopping from trend to trend. it’s ok to drop wips and realize that maybe it’s not the right time to write them, but wips are not solely there for notes.

↳ WRITEBLR, NOT GRAPHICBLR

it may not always seem like it, but this is in fact a writing community, and not a graphics one. making pretty graphics can be really fun, as well as doubly functioning as a procrastination tool. however, the main reason we’re all here is to write. don’t spend all your time on making pretty pictures for tumblr and then only ever complaining about how you never write. a lot of the most popular meme posts are jokes about writeblrs never writing, but the community is called writeblr for a reason.

↳ DO YOUR RESEARCH

so you have a wip idea. now what? now it’s research, research, research. this is especially prevalent in fantasy worldbuilding but really applies everywhere: you cannot pick and choose the parts of a culture you like while ignoring all others and their implications. there are certain topics that need to be handled with delicacy, which in itself requires a lot of research on its own. then there’s writing characters different from you. there is a vast difference between tokenism and representation, and the first thing is to make sure you actually treat your characters and world with respect. don’t rely on people from those groups to call you out for your mistakes—google is free, and it’s not their job to deal with your mistakes. if people are open to helping though, you should reach out to them if you still haven’t found your answers. @writingwithcolor is an excellent resource, and there are many other blogs dedicated to giving advice.

↳ CHOOSE ACCESSIBILITY

this is a community focused on writing, so your priority should be making that writing as accessible as possible. i know scripts and fancy text are a popular aesthetic, but @ikilledmyocs made an excellent post here as to why you should avoid them; namely, they’re an accessibility nightmare. i promise that your posts will still look nice, and more importantly, they’ll actually be readable. the same goes for blog themes. large text and high contrast are your friend! @serpentarii has a wonderful theme recommendation post here with some examples of writer-friendly themes.

↳ DON’T GET CAUGHT UP IN PROSE

and lastly, this applies particularly to new writers in general. very purple, floral prose is popular on writeblr, and sometimes it can seem like it’s the only writing on here at all. however, you’re here to actually write a wip. the purpose of your first draft is to exist, not to win a pulitzer, and it’s perfectly ok for it to suck. making it actually good is the job of future drafts; after all, you can’t paint a house that hasn’t been built yet. your writing style will come with time, and simpler writing also has its place up there with pretty prose. i can promise that coherence is far more important than putting nice-sounding words together without actually knowing what they mean. that isn’t to say that floral prose is bad, but it isn’t the only writing of value, and i think that we sometimes forget that on writeblr. just sit down, take a breath, and write.

#long post #writeblr #writeblr advice #idk where i was going with this but it's a thing #r.writing

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linonyang · 1 year

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END OF THE DAY.

pairings: non-idol!minho and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, rock band au

warnings: none

word count: 1.6k words

synopsis: nothing else feels better than going home with your beloved rockstar by your side after a few weeks of distance.

tag list: @awooghan @hwangsify @cosmic-railwayxo @xiaoderrrr

note: hey who's back with another short fluff fic? <33 as much as i'm obsessed with 031123 minho, i can't help but make a fluffy fic bc that's all i can do rn LMAO seeing him irl was unreal until the point i wrote this after i saw more photos of him on that day :'>

“You’re supposed to be in your tour van. Your bandmates would kill us when they find us here,” you chuckled, sipping the milkshake.

He shakes his head, disagreeing. Smiling, he corrects you, “They will not be mad at you, love. It’s only me who they’ll scold.”

With his leather jacket on your shoulders, you sit back and wrap yourself tighter in the thick cloth around you. A fond smile grows on your face, finding the man — with tousled hair and tight polo with folded sleeves on the elbows — very endearing, despite the contrast to his appearance. “Right, I’ll be an exception to the guys.” you rolled your eyes.

“I always tell them it’s all on me.” He picks up and eats a piece from the basket of french fries. “I won’t let them blame you as well if I’m the one who’s constantly pulling you to restaurants and diners after every show.”

“Like what we’re doing right now? Yeah, I think they know already. They don’t even have to think for a second.” You lean forward and take a sip once again. Minho snickers at the sight of you sipping nothing — you haven’t realized you finished your milkshake already, and you’re taking air only.

Confused by your beloved’s expression, you raise your eyebrow in question. Minho answers you, “There’s nothing in that glass anymore.”

You look down at the glass and see there’s still that tiny drop left that you’ve been trying to get. You shake your head. “I just want to finish this milkshake until the last drop. There’s a tiny bit there that I still want to get!”

Minho shakes his head and laughs. “You’ve drunk most of it already. It’s time to let that go. I think I should bring you home already,” he said before he reached for your hand. He hears you puff, and he laughs once again.

You softly hold his hand back and roll your eyes — an action that Minho thinks you got from him rolling his eyes with the members frequently whenever he pretends to dislike his bandmates’ affection. “Sure, dad.”

The two of you walk back home under the moonlight with the biggest smiles. It has been a while since Minho took you out since he had to return to the tour for a few weeks. He finally did what he wanted now that the constant singing and guitar playing was over.

With Minho’s arm wrapped around you, you touch his hand on your shoulder and look at him. “Should we just go back to your bus and grab your things? Go back there after dropping me off at home.”

Both of you stop walking after your question. Minho hums and answers without hesitation, “The boys told me they’ll go home tomorrow since they’re exhausted. I think I can go back there tomorrow. My bags will stay there untouched.”

You pinch his cheek and ask, “And where do you think you’re going without your things?” You know the answer already, but you want Minho to say it word by word.

“I’ll be staying with you for the night, obviously.” He tightens his arm around you and pecks your head. “I finally get to spend some time with you. I should cherish that time before we have to work on a new album.”

Understanding his circumstances, you hum in contentment. Though, an idea makes your head turn to him. You suggest something to him, “You can stay in my apartment for a bit. It doesn’t have to be one night.” Do you think he’d be ecstatic?

Yes.

He happily nods. Minho does enjoy prancing around the four walls of your apartment. Aside from bringing his cats over to hear your squeals and see your grins, he just loves some good bonding time with you where you are most comfortable. If he has his guitar with him, he’d spend your afternoons serenading you with the cheesiest love songs and his soft voice to tease you and your warm cheeks. He’s always been aware of the effect of his soft voice whenever you’re with him. It’s a total contrast to his powerful voice when he has lines to sing with Jisung, Changbin, and Chan onstage.

“Absolutely! I’m glad you told me that. I wanted to spend my whole break with you, of course,” Minho scratches his head with his free hand. “I don’t want to barge in or overstay without your approval.”

Gasping, you pull him with all of your might, also wrapping your arm around Minho’s back. “It’s fine, Minho. You can stay whenever you want. No need to ask for permission because you’re living with me at this point.” You giggled as you feel yourself get warmer with your arms around each other’s backs.

When the two of you reached your home, prepared yourselves for bed. It was an hour of doing your own things with peaceful silence.

The talking began when you finally settled in your bed, blankets wrapping you both.

Minho breaks the silence. “By the way, how was the final show?” He awaits your answer by reaching for your hand as usual and pulling it under the blankets to kiss it.

You can’t help but laugh at the sight. “Sorry, I just can’t believe you’re like this outside of the stage.” And your thought’s not wrong. He does show a different side of himself whenever he’s onstage. The sharp eyes, the fierce energy, and the teasing personality — it all disappears whenever he’s with you.

Not to mention, he’s looking at you with the brightest eyes and the softest look on his face right now. You can’t seem to comprehend that Minho as a guitarist differs from Minho as your significant other.

“About the show though, I loved it, as usual. Your shows really hit differently here in our hometown. Your guitar solo almost made me ascend.” Your last comment made you giggle together. “You’re the coolest person out there. I cannot believe I’m with one of the best guitarists and vocalists out there, you know? I love how you always enjoy being on stage with the boys.” You shared your thoughts while playing with Minho’s fingers.

Minho melts, unable to respond right away. He loves hearing your thoughts about the band’s shows. Even if you say the same things, your words never fail to touch his heart and make him love you even more.

“Thank you so much, _____. I’m joyful that you got to see our last show. It’s one of the most memorable shows we ever had. You got to be a part of it and see everything that happened,” he hushed, sleepiness finally kicking him in.

You pull him into your embrace and feel his lips on yours. “Thank you for letting me in your best moments. I’ll always be there, hopefully, to make everything better.” You combed his hair away from his face and also leave a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re also a part of every single memorable moment I ever had. And I am very sure that you will always be the reason I even get to experience such things.”

You two fell into a deep slumber in each other’s arms and comfort. Inarguably, it was Minho’s best snooze ever since he had to continue the tour. You, on the other hand, lost that feeling of loneliness. The two of you really proved that sleeping with each other’s the best method for great rest.

That is why Minho’s not surprised that he woke up with you holding onto his shirt and your head on his chest. He held you in his arms for another hour until he got out of bed carefully, make some breakfast, and go back to the tour bus to take his things.

Supposedly, he’s going to message his bandmates. But his phone’s lock screen greeted him with several notifications.

chan: minho, i know you’re with _____

chan: i already returned to our apartment, no need to get your stuff back in the tour bus because i also brought your bags back here

chan: though, if you want to help jisung and changbin get out of bed, feel free to do so since they’re still staying in the bus

jisung: HEY! i’m up already! i’m gonna leave changbin here :p see you in two weeks guys!

chan: you’re not going back after two weeks

chan: you visited minho and i after he stayed in with _____ for a solid week, you cannot survive without us

jisung: ugh stop exposing me!

jisung: bye :DD love u all

chan: lol love u jisung

chan: your coffee beans will always wait for you here!

Minho chuckles. He mumbles to himself, “I guess I can stay in bed a little longer.”

He walks back to your bed, lying down to leave a text to his bandmates.

minho: take care of my guitar! i’ll get it later when i go get groceries for dinner!

chan: sigh… we just finished tour! don’t tell me you’re back to writing songs again </3

minho: nope :p i have something to do with it that has nothing to do with that!

All he plans is to serenade you again, anyway. He thought it’d be great to give you another show just for you to see.

He lists down some songs in his notes as his “alternative set list” — which he wrote as the title of the note — as he waits for you to wake up to the smell of your aromatic breakfast.

Though, you wake up to Minho trying hard not to squeal over the songs he listed. He knows you’d either cringe or obsess over his performances later, but he is sure that you’ll enjoy them, regardless.

Minho drops his phone to the side table and greets you with a beautiful smile on his face. He brings himself to your body. “Good morning, my love!”

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you’ll make a good pillow.

notes ; clotted cream cookie x gn reader, fluffy fluff to make up for the pain caused by sekai wa zankoku da which you should most definitely read if you haven’t <3, no warnings just cuddles!!!!!!!!!!, ooc clotted cream who i only know feiyue’s characterisation of clotted cream

a/n: been thinkin bout him a little too much lately dot dot dot clotted cream boutta take the number one spot in my heart 😞 raspberry and red velvet have some tough competition

after the newly appointed consul of the creme republic had given his first speech addressing all the citizens, a magnificent feast was to be had. inspired by the joyous spirit of the hollyberry kingdom’s balls, the creme republic had decided to hold a kingdom-wide feast for all the come and join to celebrate the new consul taking office.

yet strangely enough, said consul, the subject of the celebration, the one whose achievements everyone was celebrating about, was nowhere to be found.

as you guided yourself along the never-ending corridors of the vanilla castle, you huffed and complained to yourself about your aching feet for walking for too long just trying to find clotted cream’s chambers. you swore to yourself that he would never hear the end of it if you manage to find his chambers before the sun fully sets; keyword being “if”.

clotted cream cookie was so going to get it from you.

luckily for you and your hopelessly terrible navigation skills, it wasn’t long before you found yourself outside his unguarded door. financier cookie was nowhere in sight— most likely chased away by him to give him space and allow her to enjoy the feast herself. how considerate, you mused. how very nice of him, too, to let his own lover carry a plate of food and a glass of water all the way to his chambers because the hero of the day wouldn’t show up at the feast dedicated to him.

you knock on the door, and you almost miss the soft “come in” that signals you to open it. there, on the bed with dishevelled hair and a crumpled coat, in all his pride and glory, sat clotted cream cookie.

his weary eyes light up slightly when he realises that it was you who came in and not his bodyguard (bless her, really, financier cookie doesn’t get paid enough to deal with his bullcrap) or some other creme republic leader. his arms reach out to hug your waist, burying his head in your stomach before you can finish locking his door. “hey, wait, i haven’t—”

“that was a terrible speech,” he laments to you, groaning and pressing his face further into your tummy. you shift your standing position such that you can put the plate of food and glass of water down, while making him be more comfortable. “so, so terrible. i did so badly that i’m certain the honourable elders secretly hate me now.”

you smile a little to yourself, thinking about how funny it would be to show this dramatic and vulnerable side of him to the girls who were constantly fawning over him (more so during his speech, which you took note of at that time), but a selfish part of you is glad that only you can see it now. so thankfully to him and thankfully to you, his reputation won’t be ruined today just yet.

“you made me skip the feast to find you,” you remark softly, carding one hand through his hair and taking a slice of ginkgo focaccia with the other. “here. i’m positive you didn’t eat since brunch— which i forced you to eat, by the way— and don’t you dare go to sleep with an empty stomach.”

he begrudgingly takes a bite of the slice you offer him, temple constantly pressed against your stomach and arms never letting go of your waist. while you watch him swallow some of the food you brought and down a bit of the water, you absentmindedly play with his hair and your thoughts drift over to possible ways to get him to let you go so you can return to your own chambers for the night. tomorrow, as clotted cream’s first official day in office, it’s considered a big day and you have to ensure that everything is prepared for him to start work immediately.

it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts. “why are you trying to wiggle out of my grasp?” he asks. the choice of word is dubious and the tone is incomprehensible; like always, you can never decipher his true intentions. “you aren’t going anywhere tonight, my dear. you’re staying with me.”

“staying? with you?”

“that’s what i said,” he wipes his fingers on a napkin you brought along, before turning to you with a suspiciously bright smile. “call it an energy boost of sorts for tomorrow, hm?”

you aren’t sure if you’re convinced, but given that you’re dating the clotted cream cookie, you should’ve guessed that you wouldn’t have a choice. next thing you know, he pulls you onto the bed and cages you in his arms. he wraps them around your waist again and snuggles into your neck, creating a hum of content once he gets comfortable.

there is no way to get out or retaliate. if you try to wriggle out, he’ll just hug you tighter. he’s not ticklish, so that’s out of the question. asking him to change into more comfortable clothes wouldn’t work either because he’ll just say that “being in your embrace is comfortable enough”. and you know that seducing him into kindly letting you out is a big no.

besides, a small voice in your head that sounds an awful lot like the man cuddling you now speaks up, do you really want to leave?

“i suppose not,” you sigh, answering your own thoughts. you have to admit that having clotted cream cuddle you like this on his bed was something akin to heaven. you would be waking up to the angelic face that girls would die for the next morning, so that was kind of a bonus. and you supposed that the feeling of his slow breath on your neck was, though rather intimate, quite a relaxing feeling that nevertheless makes your heart flutter.

sleep overtakes clotted cream faster than it does you, and you have half a mind to leave him while he’s unaware. but who does that, really? so clearly you reject the thought and stay in his warm, cozy embrace. what a blissful feeling, you think, allowing your eyelids to finally shut and let yourself doze off to dreamland.

the next morning the two of you wake up late for work with unruly hair and untidy clothes, but clotted cream cookie ensures that it’s totally worth it.

you’re never staying the night again.

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