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thewildomega · 3 years

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Second Chance Ch.14

A/N: Ya’ll can’t tell me this man isn’t a hunk! Props for the awesome fanart goes to @insect_candy on twitter. I found it on pintrest. As always if the artist sees this and wants me to remove it just send em a message and I’ll take it down asap. I do think it’s really good though. Especially the eyes. If anyone gets a chance go check out their page. Link is in the name. Hope everyone likes this update. How much longer should this story go on? Is it still interesting and enjoyable to read?

Sitting quietly in your chair beside Ed you listened as they all spoke, Ed telling his sons what had happened when he had arrived in your world. You couldn't help but blush when he talked so fondly of you, telling his sons how you had helped him, taken care of him.

"Then it would seem we are in your debt Y/n. Thank you for helping our pops." Izo spoke to the woman who had remained quiet throughout dinner.

Looking to the man you shook your head. "Oh no, it's okay really it was no problem I..."

"It's okay Y/n you don't have to lie to us, we know how much of a handful the old man can be." Marco said making his brothers laugh.

"Agreed, I think we should congratulate her on not killing him in his sleep." Vista grinned.

"I am not that bad." He grumbled when he saw them all laughing. Looking beside him he even saw his lass giggling lightly at his son's teasing of him. All in all though he couldn't be mad, it was nice having some of his family all together again, even more so now that Y/n was here with him. Chewing a bite of his food he watched and listened as they went about asking Y/n about her world. Already his son's were starting to warm up to her and the sight made him smile softly.

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After supper you and Zella had moved to clean up while the men all talked and caught up. It made your heart warm to see Ed happy with his sons. Once everything was all tidy Zella had told you she was calling it a night. She had been very sleepy the past few days and while you wanted to ask her if she was okay you also didn't want to seem nosey. Drying all the dishes and putting them away you looked over everything and sighed. Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room you saw no one here as well, you could hear their voices from outside though and guessed they were all out there. Not wanting to intrude on their family time you looked down to your hand which you had successfully kept hidden the whole night. Walking to the guest bathroom you closed the door and finally unwrapped the dishcloth from it. Looking down at the bloody cut you winced. It wasn't that long, only half of your palm length, going from the middle of your palm to the space between your thumb and forefinger. It was decently deep though, especially the skin between your fingers. Setting the bloody dishrag in the sink you turned on the hot water and filled the sink so you could let it soak. Turning on the shower you pulled off your clothes, trying your best not to get any blood on them as well. Stepping into the shower you rinsed your hand, grabbing the soap you started washing, biting your lip and whimpering when it felt like you had poured salt into your wound. Washing your hair was annoying as well but you made it work. Quickly shaving and then getting out you grabbed a towel and started drying off.

Opening the closet door you moved to grab your clothes from the basket but when you looked down to the floor where they had bene you saw nothing there. "What... where..." you said out loud. Knitting your brows you looked all in the closet but didn't find anything but the spare towels and washing machine. Where the hell were your clothes? You had just did laundry the other day so you knew they weren't dirty. So where the hell... Ed. Closing the door you wrapped the towel tightly around you, thankful they were made for his size. Running your fingers through your hair when you also noticed your hairbrush not in the drawer or any of your other items he had bought you you sighed. Opening the door you peeked out to see no one in the house. Licking your lips you walked towards his bedroom which was the only other place you could think your things would be. Glancing around the room you tried to locate your basket. Seeing it on the dresser you moved over to it but saw it empty. "Where in the hell..."

"Darlin' are you back..."

Freezing when you heard his voice you looked up to the door to see him standing in the doorway, looking at you. Snapping your eyes down you felt your face, ears and neck catch fire.

"...here." he finished. Seeing her standing by the dresser in nothing but a towel he closed his mouth when he realized it was still open. The white towel that she had wrapped around her ended at her knees. While it revealed nothing but her lower legs, shoulders and arms he felt his manhood twitch all the same. She was naked, the only thing on her being a towel.

God you were so embarrassed. You both had only slept in the same bed for one night and now here you were just walking around his bedroom in nothing but a damn towel. What the hell would he think of you? "C..clothes?" you asked in a whisper.

She wouldn't look up at him but he could see the tips of her ears sticking out of her wet hair and noticed the blush on them immediately. "Right." Walking over to the dresser he opened the drawers where he had put her clothes in with his. Grabbing the black lace panties that she had on when they came here he clenched his teeth when his imagination decided to take over. 'NO'. Shutting the drawer he moved down to the next and grabbed one of his shirts that she was keen on wearing for a nightgown. Black lace panties and his shirt. God his pants were already tightening at the thought. Taking a deep breath he went to hand them over to her. "Here ya go lass." he said, his voice deeper than usual.

Keeping your eyes down some you went to take your clothes when he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"What's that?"

Remembering your cut palm you looked up to him and shook your head some, "Nothing."

Refusing to let go of her wrist he turned her hand up and knit his brows when he saw the deep cut on her palm. "Sure does look like something to me darling. What happened?"

"I just nicked it when I was washing dishes earlier." you told him.

Humming he frowned. "This is more than a little nick lass. Why didn't you say something about, did Zella see it, she could have said something to Marco."

"No she didn't see it, it happened before..."

"Before when?" he asked and then shook his head and looked to her eyes, "Before supper? You did this before supper and you didn't say anything?" he asked in a disapproving voice. Now that he thought back he did think it was strange she had been keeping her hand under the table in her lap.

Sighing you took your clothes and moved towards his bathroom to dress. "It's fine Ed."

Walking behind her he crossed his arms over his chest. "Until it gets infected."

"It's not going to get infected, I cleaned it." you told him, pushing the door closed so you could dress.

Standing just outside of the door he waited for her to dress which only took a moment. Once the door opened and she went to step out he moved forward, scooping her up and sitting her down on the bathroom counter. "That's what everyone says. Trust me I have seen my fare share of injuries, little cuts that no one thought nothing of until it turns septic and then has to be chopped off."

Listening to his lecture you watched as he moved to grab something from under the vanity. Seeing him set a first aid kit on the counter next to you, you looked up to him. Placing your hand in his when he held it out for you. "How did you get those scars from your pictures, the ones on your chest?"

Beginning to clean the cut with alcohol he saw her fingers twitch but not snatch away. "Different battles. One from my old Captain, Rocks. Got one from fighting Roger and another from an old crewmate, Shikki." grabbing the roll of bandages and tape he applied a bit of cream to it to both help with pain and quick healing. "What about you, any scars on that pretty body?"

Blushing again you saw him noticed this time and heard him chuckle lightly. "That gunshot one..." you started but heard him grunt.

"Don't like the story of that one." he growled under his breath.

"I do, that's the night I got to come here with you."

Seeing her smiling softly at him he sighed. "While that may be true, it still should have never happened." taping down the bandage he lifted her up again to take her to their bed, cutting off the light to both the bathroom and bedroom on the way. Sitting on the bed he rested against the headboard with his feet stretched out and her straddling his lap. "Anymore?" he asked, knowing if he wanted her to relax he needed to keep her talking. There wasn't any light but that of the candle on the side table but he could still tell she was blushing.

Humming you tried to focus on the question he asked and not the fact you were currently straddling the lap of the man you loved. "Um well there's the one where Smoke bit me."

Looking down to her leg where she was looking he tilted his head at the faint scar on her thigh. Licking his lips he moved his thumb under the hem of his shirt and pushed it higher up her left leg, feeling heat pool to his pelvis at the feel of her soft skin. Seeing the bite there he huffed. "He got you good didn't he?" It wasn't a nasty scar but he could tell by each individual mark that the wolf had sunk his teeth in deep.

"Yea." you sighed.

Stroking her thigh with his thumb he glanced over the rest of her skin, looking for any other scars. "That it?"

"n..No. I have a 'W' on my right hip from where Keith branded me." you told him, having to steady yourself, the feel of his warm hands on your thighs making that tingling come back.

"He branded you?" he asked in a deep voice, a frown on his face as he lifted his eyes to hers.

"He didn't do it intentionally. He was making that new sign at Mel's bar for his dad and kept messing around. The letters that you use to burn the wood, he kept poking the 'M' towards me asking if it was hot. He wasn't trying to actually touch me with it but Trish came in and bumped into me and well yea." Seeing his brows knit together you took a deep breath, "It was definitely hot. Burnt straight through my shirt and everything. Keith felt horrible for it, he bought me dinner for the next week."

Looking down to her hip he thought for a moment before asking, "Can I see?"

Swallowing hard you felt your heart beat a little faster as you lifted the bottom of the shirt up enough to show him the 'W' over your left hip bone.

Forcing his eyes to focus on her hip and not the part of her covered by black lace that he wanted so desperately to look at he indeed saw the 'W' scar on her skin. He didn't like the idea of her being hurt like that and furrowed his brows. Rubbing his hand up her thigh and hip he held her with his hand over her side, feeling the material of her panties under the bottom part of his palm. Genty tracing the mark with his thumb he swallowed hard when his eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs for a fraction of a second. Instantly he knew that was a bad idea when he felt his cock come to life. Fuck he could make out the silhouette of her womanhood through the weblike pattern. Raising his knees some and spreading his legs so it wouldn't become too obvious he was aroused he held her steady as she slipped forward. Catching sight of the scar on her chest when his shirt moved some he furrowed his brows. Keeping his one hand under th ebottom of the shirt on her hip he raised his other one to touch the circular scar. It wasn't too bad since Marco had healed her with ihs power but it would probably stay there for the remainder of her life. To him it would be a constant reminder of how she had saved him, while noble he couldn't get the image of her lifeless body out of his head. Even now it made his heart clench painfully.

Seeing his brows and lips turn into a firm line as he looked to the scar on your chest you gently took hold of his hand that was stroking the area. Looking into his warm yellow eyes as when they lifted to yours you watched his face relax.

"Why did you run after that man lass? You knew he had a gun, knew that he wouldn't care if you got hurt." he asked her and saw her eyes shoot down.

"He took all the money that was in the safe, that was everything Mel had..." you shrugged.

"Money isn't that important darling."

"Mel is sick, he's dying. I know money isn't the most important thing in life but when they were barely making it as it was that money could have meant life or death for him when it was paying for his medicine. After everything that family did for me I couldn't just sit there and let that asshole take everything from them like that."

Hearing this he sighed softly, stroking her hip with his thumb. He fell more and more in love with her everyday. "How the hell did this old pirate get lucky enough to have an angel like you as his soulmate?" he spoke in a low voice.

"Soulmate?"

Just realizing what he had said he blinked and felt his mouth go dry. "Ah... well yes..." Clearing his throat he tried to think of a way to explain their destined love to her. "You see lass here in this world soulmates are a thing... a ah... a natural connection. Not everyone has them but some get lucky enough. It's when two people are destined to be with each other and they have this... well this pull and..." Seeing her smile grow and her teeth bit down on her lip some he stopped, feeling a blush over his cheeks and neck.

"It's okay Ed, Zella explained them to me last week." seeing him furrow his brows as he looked down to you, you grinned nervously. "I wasn't sure you felt the same way and I didn't want to lose you so I never said anything."

She had been afraid he wouldn't love her back. She felt their connection as well? The knowledge made him smile. Still he could tell she was a bit nervous. "So you knew what they were and still you let me suffer through that horrible explanation like an idiot."

Seeing him cut his eyes at you playfully, a smile still present on his lips you tilted your head. "It was fun to watch you be the nervous wreak for a change." you admitted with a small shrug.

Growling he grinned as he quickly wrapped his arm around her and flipped her to the bed, holding himself up above her while her hands held onto his back and shoulder. Gazing down at her sparkling eyes he felt that swelling in his heart and sighed softly. "Never thought I'd experience that whole feeling that comes with having a soulmate. My entire life I've always felt like there was something missing. Ever since I was a kid the only thing I've ever wanted was a family. I gathered many sons and daughters over the years, children of the sea that I called my own but it wasn't enough. There was still some part of me that was missing and I could never find that lost piece. When I died in Marrieford I accepted that it would be a mystery that would never be solved. But to my surprise my story wasn't over. I was found by the very person I had spent my whole life trying to find. I knew from the first time I saw you that you were the one, that you were meant to be mine. I don't know which higher power was looking out for me but I thank them for finally allowing our paths to cross." His heart was hammering so hard against his ribcage he was sure it would soon burst from his chest. "Lass you make me feel complete, I will love you forever. Long after the seas dry up and the stars fade in the sky." He was so nervous he thought he might have another heart attack. Staring into her eyes he licked his dry lips. "I promise to care for you. You will be the only woman I ever love. I'll provide for ya and you'll never want for anything..."

"Ed.."

"Darling I don't have a ring to give ya, not yet at least but I..." Taking a deep breath he swallowed hard. "I'll get you one, anyone you want. I can't wait till then, not a moment longer, I have to ask you now. Will ya marry me lass?"

Four months, three weeks and six days. That's how long it had been since you had found him on the shore of the lake. It wasn't that long really but you felt like you had known him your whole life. Even from the beginning he had always felt like this old friend who had just shown back up from out of nowhere. Somewhere along those few months you had fell head over heels for him but you had said nothing. So afraid that he would soon toss you aside like everyone else had you had distanced yourself as much as possible even when it made your heart ache terribly. He was patient with you, he listened. He made you laugh and cry and he was right about feeling whole because not once in your life had you ever been so happy than you were when you were with him. Almost five months, most would probably say that that wasn't long enough to know a person to marry them but to you, that was all the time you needed.

Looking up into those warm yellow eyes you smiled, your eyes tearing up a bit. "Yes."

As soon as the word was out of her mouth he felt his face break into what had to be the biggest smile of his life. Without a moment's hesitation he lowered his body to hers, finally claiming her lips. Just as he suspected her lips were soft and smooth. A light sigh left his nose at being able to finally kiss her. Thankfully this time Marco wasn't here to interpret either. There was this strong pulling in his chest that turned into a comfortable warmth as he allowed his body to lower just above hers, still careful not to crush her. She had tensed the tiniest amount when their lips first met but quickly she had relaxed.

He was kissing you. You were getting your first kiss and it was so incredible. God his lips were so warm and only a bit rougher than your own. You could feel the slight scruff on his upper lip but it didn't bother you. Then there was the heat of his huge body laying over yours and that strange tugging that had turned into a comforting warmth. You could die happy right here and now. The hand holding your hip was gently messaging you while the one wrapped under your head made you feel secure and safe. When the need for air became desperate and he pulled away some you looked up into his soft eyes, his hair falling around the both of your faces making the moment even more intimate.

"...so what'd she say?"

"Yes of course!"

"I told you she would."

"Way to go Pops."

Hearing voices from outside of the window you peeked around his massive arm to look out of the window, you couldn't see anything because of the drawn curtains but when Ed let out a deep growl you knew someone was there.

Letting go of her hip he grabbed one of the pillows and threw it towards the window his sons were standing by. "If you four don't get the hell out of here I'll toss you all to the sea!"

"He does realize we are on land right?"

"Is that a challenge?!"

Giggling through it all you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck when he went to move.

Being pulled back down by his little woman he didn't get to say a word before her lips pushed their way back to his. "Overgrown children." he grumbled around her lips and heard her giggle lightly. Continuing to hold himself up with one arm he moved his free hand over to the table to pinch out the wick. Maybe if the room was dark his sons would get the hint to leave them alone.

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"So what is it for?" Izo asked.

Seeing the three men looking to your phone you tilted your head, "Um well in my world people use them to call one another, like the den den's here. You can also use it to read books on, there's a calculator, a flashlight, a camera..." Showing them each feature you saw their brows raise when you turned on the flashlight. Taking a picture of the three of them you turned it around to show them and saw Vista smile. "Really there is a whole bunch of stuff on it. I can't make calls on it anymore since I'm here but I can still read some books on it and listen to music."

"Music?" Jozu asked.

Humming you nodded and brought up your music list. Tapping on a song you saw them all look to it in amazement when the song started playing.

"You'll soon be hearing the chime Close to midnight If I could turn back the time I'd make all right

How could it end like this? There's a sting in the way you kiss me Something within your eyes Said it could be the last time Fore it's over!

Just wanna be Wanna bewitch you in the moonlight Just wanna be I wanna bewitch you all night..."

"I want one of those." Vista said.

Giggling you held it out for him to take. "Here ya'll knock yourself out. I have to go pick up some stuff from town for supper anyway. Just don't hit anything that says delete okay." When they all nodded but kept their eyes on the phone you smiled again and stood.

Walking from around the house he looked to see Izo, Vista and Jozu all sitting on the ground playing with his soon to be wife's phone. Wife, the thought of being able to call her that made his chest swell with pride. Hearing the music playing from her phone he chuckled at the smile on his sons faces. Looking down at them with his arms crossed over his chest he chuckled. "So I see y/n has shown you her phone."

"This thing is amazing. Look at all the books she has.."

"There is over three hundred songs on it as well." Izo added.

"Yea she loves reading and music." he grinned.

"Marco said she likes cooking too." Jozu spoke.

"I bet Thatch would have liked her." Vista grinned.

"Ace too."

Sighing his grin turned bittersweet, he would have loved for her to meet the both of his fallen sons. He knew for a fact they both would have loved her. Looking to them all again he raised his brows, "Do any of you happen to know where it is my lass has run off to?"

"Yea, she said she had to go into town to get stuff for supper."

"Let us borrow her phone while she was gone."

Humming he nodded, "Don't break it."

"Yea, yea."

Huffing out he started towards town. Looking all over for her he didn't find her anywhere and when he finally asked around they said she had already left a little while ago. Knitting his brows he stood in though, if she had already left then he would have met her on the way back home but he hadn't. So where was she? Deciding to let his heart lead the way he started walking out of town and towards the entrance to the town. If she was going to get groceries then why would she need to come out here? Going up the hill and towards the ruins of the old town he had grew up in he looked across to the edge of the cliff where his and Ace's grave was. He had been to it a few times to talk to his son but he found it strange looking at his own headstone. A part of him wondered if there was anything buried there? Marco had told him that they had buried him, hell even that red head had helped but if he was here now was that body now gone or was this a whole new one? As tempted as he was to dig it up he figured he was better off not knowing.

Getting closer to the top he saw her h/c hair blowing in the breeze and knit his brows, what was she doing up here? Going to call out to her he stopped when he saw someone standing by her, the two of them looking to be speaking. Realizing who it was he clenched his teeth and marched a little faster towards them. As soon as he was close enough he saw Garps eyes shoot to him, his brows raising. Moving y/n behind him he stared down at the man, "What the hell are you doing here Garp?"

"What am I doing here, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead damnit! And why are you young again?!" Garp yelled. "Wait a minute, am I dead? Did I die and for some godforsaken reason end up in the same place as you? If I did die how come I'm still old?"

"You're going to be dead if you don't get off my damn island!"

"Go to hell Newgate, I'm here to see Ace..."

"NO! You don't get to pay your respects to my son..."

"He was my damn grandson before he was one of your sons!"

"Don't act like you care so much about him now, you let him die!"

"Ace made his choice, he became a pirate and then he joined up with you! I warned him but he wouldn't listen!" The marine yelled, his face turning red and his veins sticking out in his forehead.

"What a load of crap! That boy had a target on his back before he was even born! For being Roger's son, something he couldn't even control. Yea he became a pirate and he was a damn good one. Much like that other grandson of yours, that strawhat brat. Are you gonna sit back and watch him die too?!"

"Don't you bring Luffy into this!" Garp growled, his voice dropping even more.

Clenching his fists he sensed his sons coming up behind him. "Take Y/n back home." he spoke in a deep voice, never ceasing his intense stare down with Garp.

Having stayed behind him the whole time you felt your heart hammering as Ed and the man you had just met who you had heard Ed call Garp argued. You had never seen him so angry looking other than the time he had saved you from that man. There seemed to be this intense aroura coming off both men and it made you nervous. Hearing Marco and the others come up behind you and then Ed tell them to take you back home you furrowed your brows. Tightening your grip on his arm that had been holding you behind his bulk frame you swallowed hard and looked up to the back to his head. "Ed..."

Seeing Garp's eyes glance to the woman behind him he felt his lip lift into a snarl. Giving her hip a small squeeze he rose his chin, "Jozu." he called, knowing the man was bigger than her.

Being pulled away from him by Jozu no doubt you tried holding onto his arm but he let your hands slip away. Watching as Izo moved to grab the bags left by his father's feet you looked between the two men. "N..."

"It's best to stay out of it Y/n." Marco told her, taking hold of her other hand while Jozu held her arm to pull her back towards the safety of their father's home.

Getting past the waterfall you heard a loud slam and then a smack, the ground shaking a bit and making you gasp. "B...but will he be okay?" you asked trying to stop and look back towards the man you loved. Yes the other man was smaller but you still didn't want your Ed to get hurt.

Laughing along with the rest of his brothers Vista pat her arm, "Oh don't you worry about pops Y/n. He didn't get the title of strongest man in the world for nothing."

"Yea and pops never backs down from a fight." Jozu huffed.

Blinking you looked to Vista with wide eyes. "Strongest man in the world?" surely he had to be exaggerating. Seeing them all nod proudly though you could only open and close your mouth, turning your head back to see a cloud of dust flying up here and there, the loud noises still echoing from where you had left. Just who and the hell were you going to marry? You knew Edward but maybe it was time to learn who Whitebeard was.

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kyaappucino · 6 years

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Love Me like You Do

Pairing: Hongbin/Wonshik

Words: 4,651

Rating: G

Summary: The last time Hongbin had been up onstage was nearly three years ago, when he was thirteen. The very idea of being able to prove that he was worth more than his face was immense; it seemed like wherever he went that was all people saw. And quite frankly, he was sick of it.

Notes: I joined the chapters to form one big fic. Title is from Ellie Goulding’s song of the same name.

Warnings: classic songfic from the days of ff.net

The Aphrodite cabin was known as the Paris of Camp Halfblood—always fashionable and sweet-smelling. It was enough to drive Lee Hongbin mad with boredom. Not that was the only thing that happened in the Aphrodite cabin, but it was a large part of their culture. At first, Hongbin had found it cool when he could suddenly speak fluent French ever since his mother claimed him—especially since he hadn’t lived anywhere else besides Seoul. Before Hakyeon had arrived at Camp Halfblood it was Hongbin who was constantly hounded with love calls and who hid himself away in Jaehwan’s cabin when things got particularly bad.

It was a sunny afternoon when Hongbin decided to leave his cabin for a while, not having any quests to go on. His training session with his mentor was finished and he’d been praised for a job well done—he had a real knack for his chosen weapon. He’d given fashion advice to Gongchan before he left however; he loved that boy but he really didn’t seem to understand that plaid on plaid just wasn’t happening. When not in chaos, Camp Halfblood was one of the prettiest places he’d ever seen. Somehow, while walking in the afternoon sunshine he found his way towards Dionysus’s strawberry gardens.

“You need anything, Bean?” He looked around and smiled when he saw the Greek god himself, can of diet coke in hand. “Not really, Mr. D. Just looking around.” While Mr. D was usually cold towards demigods, he also appreciated Hongbin helping out with the strawberry gardens and for spending a bit of time with Pollux, Dionysus’s remaining child.

“Well, if you aren’t doing anything—could you tell that boy to stop pinching my strawberries? We need to keep camp afloat, you know.” The curly-haired god pointed with one of his chubby fingers towards a boy with white hair and droopy, sleepy eyes lined with kohl. Perched on his head was a snapback, shielding him from the sun. He was holding a basket and was picking strawberries—and every so often popped a few into his mouth. “It’d be great if he didn’t try to eat his weight in strawberries.”

Hongbin leaps over the fence and nods, trying not to clip the strawberry hedges and he approaches the sleepy-eyed boy, who tucks the strawberry basket under his arm and grins. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. Mr. D just wants you to quit picking so many strawberries; you’ll bankrupt camp, the way you’re going.”

“Ah, really? Sorry—it’s just that, Mr. D grows the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted. Better than the ones you can buy in the market.” He turns to where the Greek god of wine is standing, drinking from a can of diet coke. “Sorry Mr. D! Dad just suggested I sample the strawberries—great for inspiration!”

“Inspiration?” Hongbin asks, falling into step with the boy as they walk out of the strawberry gardens. “Yeah—I was having a hard time writing a song so I asked my dad what to do, and he said that Dionysus grew strawberries so delicious, I’d write odes and spin rhymes to ‘em!” Apologetically, the white-haired boy hands Dionysus the basket of strawberries, and when Dionysus takes the basket, it completely disappears.

“Tell your dad flattery gets you nowhere, Ravi. Beans, get him out of here before I stuff you both in a bottle of Merlot!” Despite his words, both boys see Mr. D hiding a grin behind his pink cheeks.

“Beans?” the white-haired boy asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Ravi?” Hongbin shot back, giggling. They stopped at a fork in the road, with signs labelled with all the different cabins.

“Gonna go back to my cabin now,” the white-haired boy said, grinning. “I can definitely think of a few things to write.” Hongbin nods, his heart fluttering in his chest. All the signs if he ever knew them—and being a son of Aphrodite, he definitely did. As the boy with the snapback starts to walk away, Hongbin shouts, “What’s your name?”

The boy in the snapback looks back at him, and Hongbin swears he’d never seen a smile brighter than the sun. “You heard Mr. D, Beans! I’m Ravi!”

Hongbin spends the day taking photos with his cellphone’s camera, careful to keep the shutter sounds off. When he looks at his camera roll, they were full of flowers and scenery, but the focal point was always a bit of white in the background. Whether it was daisies, clouds, or even just photos of the various cabins—his thoughts kept straying back to Ravi.

He had to find out what that boy’s real name was.

❣

“Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise…” Hongbin had been lying down on a patch of green grass, letting the warm rays of the sun dry his cotton-candy pink hair, his eyes closed. It had been a week after the strawberry incident and one of his favorite things to do was to listen to the Apollo children compose songs and music.

“Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I’ve got to find…only you can set my heart on fire, on fire…“

The music cut off there, and there was a deep voice that said, “Ah, it does sound great like that—thanks a lot. I definitely know where to go from here.” He recognized that voice. Hongbin sat up and turned his head and there he was—Ravi. This time however, the boy was wearing a mustard-yellow sweater with a studded black-leather jacket on top. His legs were in black skinny jeans, but his hair was still white. It stuck out like a sore thumb and before he knew what he was doing, Hongbin was walking over towards him.

Ravi’s back was towards him, and he seemed to be talking to two girls; one of them was holding up a sheet of paper and the other leaned her arm on an electric guitar that was strapped onto her body. “Anytime, Shikkie!” the girl with the guitar said. “Glad to hear you finally found your muse!” There was an embarrassed laugh that came from Ravi, throaty and deep—a genuine belly laugh. “Does it really sound like that?”

Their conversation was cut short, however when they spotted Hongbin and waved to him. “Hongbin-oppa!”

Ravi turned around and there he was, white hair, mustard-yellow sweater and black jacket. What stunned Hongbin though were his eyes—when makeup was properly applied, he looked handsome, especially with…smoky eye shadow? The brown-eyed boy peered closer at Ravi. Yep, softly applied smoky eye shadow, tightlined with black eyeliner.

Hongbin grinned at them. “Good morning, girls. Great practice. I couldn’t resist coming closer to hear it.”

The girl with the sheet of paper nodded, her black hair swishing slightly. “Wonshik-oppa makes the best songs at Apollo Cabin.”

“Ravi? Wonshik-oppa?” Hongbin asked, and he grinned. “Yeah…Mr. D calls me that, but my real name’s Wonshik. Hey. Uh…how much did you hear?” he seemed a little nervous, suddenly.

“Something about paradise and fire. It’s really sweet.” At his words, Wonshik relaxed and placed a hand behind his neck. “Glad you liked it. It isn’t done yet, but I’m really making good progress.”

“There’s just…one thing.” Hongbin said seriously, and Wonshik’s face shifted from relieved to worried. “Y-yeah? Is there something wrong with the music?”

“No. But—girls, can I borrow Wonshik for a second? I just…just can’t stand it anymore.” High-pitched noises left the girls’ lips and they squealed, “You can take him!” with Hongbin shouting back, “Thanks!” as he grabbed Wonshik by the wrist and led him towards the Aphrodite cabin and knocked furiously. The door was opened a crack and a blonde-haired boy asked, “Who’s the—Hongbin-hyung! And who’s…oh. My. God. Get him inside, stat!”

Wonshik felt confused, dizzy and was soon swallowed up in the scent of perfume.

❣

The Aphrodite Cabin was bigger on the inside, and its décor changed depending on the day and mood of the cabin. Right now, it had changed into a stylish salon, and there were half a dozen boys and girls attending to Wonshik, with Hongbin approving or disapproving the changes to be made.

“No, no—have you seen his dress style, Minah? That color just won’t do.” Hongbin rejected a tube of purple hair dye and Minah added it to the growing pile behind her. “Hmm. Well, if all of the radical colors won’t do, then…let’s just dye it black.”

This earned a smile from Hongbin, and Minah nodded. “You heard him—let’s get to work!”

There were few times in his life where Wonshik had felt truly overwhelmed, and this was one of them. The opportunity to change someone’s hairstyle had the entire Aphrodite cabin twittering in excitement. Wonshik received tips on how to make his hair softer, skin brighter and whenever he tried to protest, a sweet was pushed into his mouth. If it wasn’t for the fact that this entire makeover was orchestrated by his muse, he would have squirmed away and bolted.

❣

Muse.

That was what his father had called Hongbin, the moment Wonshik had seen the son of Aphrodite. Wonshik had approached Woozi, another one of Apollo’s children about it. “What’s a muse?”

“Well, hyung,” Woozi said calmly, looking up from his notebook. “That’s the person who you get inspiration from. Especially when we’re making songs to give to dad.” The kids of the Apollo cabin knew what he was talking about. Apollo’s children were the ones in charge of writing and composing music, and it always made their father happiest when their children composed songs that could inspire others.

“To inspire,” Woozi continued, “The artist has to be inspired…don’t you think so, hyung? This is where the ‘Muse’ comes in.”

Wonshik thoughtfully nodded and said, “How do you know who it’s going to be?”

The shorter boy smiled politely. “That…I am not sure of, hyung. I haven’t met my Muse yet. But…I guess you’ll know when you can’t stop writing about them? That kind of feeling…”

He had thanked the younger boy and left him to his work, but felt a little confused about the whole thing. That was when he got a message from his father, and suddenly everything had been clear as day.

❣

Until now, he still can’t believe he met his Muse in the middle of a garden of strawberries. The other boys and girls had said that Wonshik’s hair needed time to set properly, because it was being dyed from white to black. In the time that it had taken to properly relax and get his hair ready for re-dying, Wonshik had almost drifted off, closing his eyes.

“You all right?” Hongbin’s gentle voice was near Wonshik’s ear, and he could feel his heart drumming noisily in his chest. “Yeah…but boy. You guys really know how to treat a guy.” Despite the intoxicating mixture of perfume and hair products in the room, he did feel more relaxed than before.

“Sorry…it’s just that…I think you look better this way. Ah…could you look and see?”

When Wonshik’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze was directed to a full-length mirror in front of him. He stood up and looked at himself, completely surprised.

His hair was sleek and as black as a raven’s wing, combed up and parted to one side. It suited him better than the white, with his clothes. His yellow sweater was brighter, and the studs on his black jacket were shinier than before. His makeup was well-done as well, with a smooth cat-eye complimenting his clothes and overall style.

“I hope you don’t mind. I mean…I know it’s just clothes but if you’re trying to win someone over, it helps.” Hongbin said, chuckling.

Wonshik glanced at his Muse, and replied, “Ah…I really hope so. Thanks. I should…get going now. I need to finish up my song.”

Hongbin tried not to look disappointed when Wonshik seemed a little too eager to leave—but he supposed that was what being in the ‘Pink House’ does to you. “Sure, I’ll show you out.”

It was Hongbin who saw Wonshik out, and at this moment all of the other Aphrodite kids had gone, sensing the overall mood. They weren’t called the kids of love for nothing. Before turning to leave, Wonshik turned to Hongbin and asked, “Ah…you meant what you said earlier? About the song?”

The son of Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. What, you think I’m not sincere or something?”

Wonshik shook his head and flushed a deep red. “….no, no. It’s just that…uh, I heard you had really high standards. So if you say it’s good then…”

Hongbin’s grip on the door tightened and he stomped his foot on the ground. “Yah! D-don’t mention it, really—you’re really good, you know. Whoever you’re writing that for must be very happy.”

It’s for you, Wonshik thought. I wrote it thinking about you.

But his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with his brain. Instead, what he said was, “I hope so too. Would…would you mind if I asked for your opinion with songs next time?”

A surprised Hongbin ends up nodding before he realizes what he’s doing. Damn Apollo’s son.

“Sure…see you.”

❣

Since it wasn’t a glamour spell, Wonshik’s hair and makeup stayed firmly on him for the rest of the day. He was the center of attention wherever he went—and it was a moment he soon came to feel proud of, instead of feeling embarrassed by the attention.

Funny what the right hair color could do for one’s overall look.

As he walked further and further away from the Aphrodite cabin, Wonshik looked up to the sky and chuckled. “Dad, you the real MVP.”

“Don’t mention it, son.” He jumped in surprise and whirled around. There was his father, looking ethereal as ever—only this time, he was riding on a sleek, golden motorcycle with a wicked grin on his face.

“Told you—if you hang around the strawberry gardens long enough, your hot muse would show up.”

Wonshik laughed. “Yeah, and it only took him…two weeks. I thought Mr. D really was going to stuff me in a barrel.”

The sun god’s grin got bigger and he affectionately patted his son on the head. Wonshik felt warmth like never before flood through his entire body, and prayed that his hair would hold up to the heat. When his father’s palms came back clean, he mentally thanked his lucky stars. Or, more accurately, he thanked Lady Luck.

“I’d like to see him try. Anyway—I’ll be expecting some really good songs from you soon, son.”

Wonshik took a deep breath before his father disappeared, leaving a cloud of golden smoke in his wake, and the blinding light of the sun was back in the sky where it belonged.

Talk about pressure. He had to impress his father and his Muse, all in one go.

Surely there were quests tougher than this.

❣

For a son of Aphrodite, Lee Hongbin was entirely unwilling to participate in decorating the stage for the Apollo cabin.

“Binnie-ah,” Minah said softly, as respectful as she could. While she had two beads on her camp necklace and Hongbin had one, she couldn’t forget about the time when Hongbin had been truly annoyed. He had uttered quietly, “You’re not getting back together with your boyfriend,” towards one camper, when he was badgered over and over about his cotton candy pink hair.

And to Minah’s surprise, they hadn’t. Lee Hongbin, the newcomer at camp had broken up a couple just by using charmspeak. Immediately afterwards, Aphrodite herself had approached Hongbin and said fondly, “My sweet autumn baby, this is not what your gift is to be used for.” Hongbin had looked at his mother and smiled, flashing those dimples of his. “But it was good, wasn’t it?”

The goddess of love couldn’t help smiling back and stroking her son’s cheek. “Yes, it was very good. But not what your powers are used for.” In the end though, Aphrodite had cancelled his charm-speak and the couple was reunited once more. But the message that had been sent was very clear:

Kids who pissed him off were sure to feel his wrath.

At that moment, Hongbin was curled up on his favorite window seat by the large bay window, staring outside with glass of iced tea cupped in his hands. He glanced up at Minah and smiled warmly. “Yes, Minah? What’s up?”

“Just wanted to ask for your opinion on the stage decorations…” she said softly, unsure whether to give Hongbin the blueprints that one of the other kids had drawn up.

“Let me see.” The look on Hongbin’s face was hard to identify, but he was smiling brightly, showing off his white teeth. Minah handed the blueprints over and Hongbin took a sip of iced tea and shook his head.

“I think it would be better if gold was the accent, not the main color.” When it came to planning out stages, he had a clear aesthetic vision that most of the Aphrodite kids could agree on–but a slightly golden stage for the sun god’s son? Was she being serious?

Hongbin had placed his iced tea on the window seat and had grabbed one of the pink pens that were strewn all over their cabin. He marked the places where the gold should be and had written a note on top: make it white.

When Minah received the new draft of the stage decorations, her lips curled into a full frown. “Did anything happen with Wonshik-oppa?”

Hongbin’s hands fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. “What makes you think that?”

“Well…maybe because you requested blinding white for the stage lights? Nobody will be able to see him like that, Binnie-ah…”

Hongbin looked away from Minah. “He keeps bringing me songs to look over. When is he gonna get it? I don’t want to keep reading those stupid love songs…”

Minah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Hongbin-ah, for an Aphrodite kid…you can be kinda dense, you know?”

The only answer to that was a well-aimed throw pillow flying in Minah’s face. “If you understand, quit asking stupid questions and just talk to him.”

“Talk to him? Minah, these songs…they’re so…they’re practically dripping in love.” he spat out the last word as if it was too bitter to remain in his mouth. “He should just compile all of them and hand it over to whoever’s gotten into his head.”

“Maybe you should come and help us decorate.” Minah said while gently flicking Hongbin’s arm, then laughing when Hongbin gave her the finger and an upgraded version of his stink face.

“I’d rather get piss-drunk on diet coke!”

❣

For all intents and purposes, Wonshik was a pretty easy-going guy when it wasn’t about composing songs, or finding the perfect instrumental track for his siblings’ songs. But this time, he was slumped over at his desk, half-buried in papers full of lyrics with edits in red pen.

He’d been bringing over snippets of different songs to his Muse, hoping that he would be as decisive with the songs as he’d been when giving Wonshik’s hair a brand-new dye job.

Unfortunately, all that happened was Hongbin praising him and then sighing, as if nothing would ever be good enough. Their next festival was closing in quickly, and so far nothing had taken his Muse’s breath away, none of his works had Hongbin in tears. (Of course, it never helped that Wonshik’s way of delivering these notes had been through other people.)

“What’s wrong with me?” Wonshik wondered aloud into his stack of papers, breathing a weary sigh. “Maybe you should try…you know…not being a wuss?” The son of Apollo lifted his head and came face-to-face with Hyuk, who motioned for Wonshik to move as the son of Hermes entered the premises through the window.

Hyuk tapped the floor twice with his left foot and the wings on his shoes disappeared. “Shut up,” Wonshik muttered. “have you asked Ken out yet?” The younger boy’s cheeks turned a crispy pink and he replied, “I’m working on it. I just…haven’t found the perfect moment.”

“You’ve known him your whole life, Hyukkie.” Wonshik deadpanned as he walked into the kitchen and gave his visitor a glass full of water. “Thanks, hyung. And yeah, but I only got this crush like…three weeks ago.”

Wonshik leaned against the marble counter and laughed. “Fair enough. All right, tell me what happened.”

❣

While he didn’t want anything to do with actually decorating the stage, he had to admit that it was beautiful. His fellow Aphrodite campers had argued about the final look numerous times, but in the end they went with something different: after getting word from Grover about the change of time, the background for the stage would be a backdrop of stars, forming different constellations.

“So it’ll be from midnight til dawn?” Grover nodded, one of his hooves pawing the ground nervously. “Since we changed the time, there’s an empty slot…” He checked his clipboard for the order of the festival’s performers. “Would you happen to know anyone who could fill in for the 5:00am slot?”

Hongbin stared at the satyr. “I think the Apollo kids would know more than–” he thought back to all the moments when Hyuk had passed him letters from Wonshik, containing song lyrics. “…what time is Wonshik performing?”

The satyr checked his schedule again. “Kim Wonshik? He’s number 17, so possibly…around five thirty? Why?”

“I think I know someone who’d love to perform at the festival.” Before he’d met his godly parent, Hongbin had wanted to be part of the Apollo cabin–especially when he heard the deep voice of a camper who had a penchant for rap.

“There’s certainly no room for cowardice in love, mother.” Hongbin had said one evening, completely forlorn at the thought of Wonshik working so hard to write the perfect song for a nameless person.

Aphrodite had taken her son’s face into her perfumed hands and said softly, “Ah, but isn’t love all about conquering your fears? My sweet child, you know who they’re really for. Just take the plunge. Who knows…you may even like the fall.”

It was one of the few times Hongbin had truly understood why his father had fallen in love with the goddess, and this, he did not mind.

❣

“What do you mean, they changed the time?!” It was breakfast time in the Apollo Cabin and a very surprised Woozi looked up from his bowl of cereal. “I thought you got the memo, hyung–the whole camp’s gonna be partying until sunrise.” He looked as tired as Wonshik, with his dark-brown hair sticking out in awkward angles.

“Jihoon-hyung,” one of the newer campers, DK passed him a towel, smiling brightly. It reminded Wonshik of Hongbin, except his Muse had dimples. “the milk’s going to dry on your chin.” Woozi took the warm towel and rubbed his face, yawning all the while. “Thanks, DK. A-anyway…yeah Wonshik-hyung. Our deadlines have been bumped up.”

Wonshik grabbed a bowl of rice and started eating. It was going to be a really long day, but he was determined to present the best song for his father and his muse at the festival.

Nothing like a deadline to help kick his inspiration into overdrive.

❣

The last time Hongbin had been up onstage was nearly three years ago, when he was thirteen. The very idea of being able to prove that he was worth more than his face was immense; it seemed like wherever he went that was all people saw. And quite frankly, he was sick of it.

So far, the music festival had gone smoothly, with each Apollo kid playing their best songs and instruments. There was even one Apollo camper who’d set up an entire DJ mixing table for his turn, which was a pleasant surprise–Hongbin had assumed that nearly all of them were just trained in classical music.

“Before we go on,” the emcee says into the microphone, “we have an intermission number from one of the other cabins.”

From behind his spot onstage, Hongbin adjusts his hat one last time, gripping his acoustic guitar. Somewhere in the audience, Wonshik was sitting on the grass and waiting. Waiting for some nameless face in the crowd (or so he keeps telling himself. There’s just no way all of those snippets, words praising the pink cherry sunrise and a voice smoother than dark chocolate–those couldn’t have been for him) and well, Hongbin wasn’t the kind of boy to give up without a good fight.

He just prayed that it was good enough for the son of Apollo.

“Lee Hongbin, from the Aphrodite cabin.”

There was a hush amongst the crowd as Hongbin stepped up onto the stage, where a stool had been set up. He checked his guitar, not looking at anyone in particular, determined to push out a good performance. Sitting down on the stool, he smiled at his audience and said softly into the microphone, “Kim Wonshik?”

The audience squealed in delight and there was a slight yelp in the audience before various people surrounding Wonshik made him stand up. There was a chuckle from Hongbin, his dulcet voice amused and clear. Wonshik was glad that the sky was still relatively dark and that the lights chosen were bluish in color–his face was already warm.

In a slightly huskier tone of voice, Hongbin said in French, “I hope you like it.”

He strummed the guitar once and when the instrumental track started, he began to sing.

“I don’t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me…”

There was a resounding “Awwww” from the audience, and still Hongbin went on, undisturbed. There were parts in the song where his voice simply couldn’t take the high notes, so he’d decided to pitch it to fit his vocal range.

He locked eyes with Wonshik, standing there staring at him like he was the only person that mattered.

And in that moment, Hongbin willingly offered the other boy his heart.

❣

Wonshik couldn’t breathe. Up there, on stage was his Muse–breathtaking, even in a long sweater and perfectly distressed jeans. He almost dropped the bottle of water he was holding.

When his Muse started to sing, it was unbelievable. There were parts where his voice couldn’t go any higher, but it didn’t matter. Hongbin was deep in the moment, the only way a lover of music could be.

It felt like Hongbin was singing for him, and him alone. The thought alone was enough to make his heart race, but to see it onstage, performed in front of dozens of campers?

“You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It’s time that you won…”

When their eyes met, it was electric. There was nothing Wonshik could do but smile, honestly. He’d only been a camper for a few months, but he hadn’t heard of anyone dedicating a song to one of Apollo’s children. Hongbin’s doe eyes pulled in the audience, and along with it, Wonshik’s heart.

After his intermission number, Hongbin asked, “Did you like it?”

There was a microphone shoved into his hands and without missing a beat, Wonshik said softly, in front of every camper present,

“Yes, Lee Hongbin. Yes.”

The next thing he knew, he was already running towards the stage.

#my writing #rabin #ravi #hongbin #vixx #fanfiction #mythology au

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gambol-calico · 7 months

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Can't believe this is my contribution to the RWBY community I saw some textposts and realized what I had to do

#shikki moments #rwby #pyrrha nikos #I am here! Kinda been lurking for a bit #Was intimidated by the RWBY community for a bit #but I think it's time I step out of my shell for a bit

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rocketbcss · 6 years

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💫 JUST STOPPING BY TO SAY YOU'RE DOING AN AMAZING JOB AND TO KEEP IT UP! SEND IT TO THE FIRST TEN PEOPLE ON YOUR DASH TO SPREAD MUN POSITIVITY 💕

Yanno, generally I don’t like doing these sorta memes since they seem kinda fake to me, but here I’ll change it up a bit and @ the peeps on my dash.

@leaf-fuguri - listen we’ve only really started RPing and already I’m already having a blast with plotting with you and writing with you. It’s such a treat and a delight to run into someone who is so talented as a writer, someone who can really work with figurative language since it always gives me that strange inspiration to try harder with my own writer. Also hurray for someone finally picking up Leaf? She’s a character I don’t see explored a lot in this comm.

@oracleonline - dani fucking sucks

@codeprint - so does shikki. ok i kid. shikki’s got the patience of a saint putting up with all the whining i do in our DMs. Thanks so much for being such a great friend through all these years. I love you shikki. i aint never gonna stop loving you.

@tcpdog - ok grey’s dumb and a butt, but i love him too. like wowee never did i imagine that grey would take two characters i really didn’t care that much about and turn them into something that’s so much better than canon. i reject anything GF gives me now in regards to mewtwo and archer.

@hisrighthand - heckin steffu. there’s very few people i adore so quickly, but steffu is this exception. she’s so easy and fun to talk with and she’s so dang chill when it comes to plotting and is so completely shameless and i heckin admire that about her since more people need to be free and comfortable with themselves like steffu is

@ultramafiic - spook’s funny as heck and i adore every moment they pop into the trr chat with something new and hilarious. their posts are a delight to have on my dash since it’s this mix of thought provoking and just hilarious shitposting, which my favourite kinda content.

@ghostlyanon - marina is such a heckin sweetheart and cute as heck and i love her to bits and will kill a man for her. and jesus her writing is so good. i love annie and want to bully her more with gio.

@barbwalken - i so very rarely follow personals on my rp blogs, but man barb’s this gem and i love having her content on my dash. all of her giovanni art is so great, i’ve been on record saying that barb would make a really great giovanni rper since you get him so well

@satanstories - satan’s one of the few multimuse blogs i follow, but i legit admire how you manage to juggle so many muses and continue to respect and be so dedicated to each one since i don’t think i could be that passionate

@magicmagikarp - i only recently started following duke and interacting with him but holy heck, i love M so much. giovanni not so much. but M just sorta captures the spirit of team rocket grunts and agents with being kinda goofy but scarily competent at the same time. and plus your edits have me busting a gut.

#Anonymous #ℜ┊this is satan speaking ( OOC )#ℜ┊ memes answered #admittedly i cheated since i cherry picked #and went with mutuals that i feel comfortable @ing like this

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fnccafe · 4 years

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snippets of works in progress part one

onf road trip au

“You want us to hike the Grand Canyon, Changyoon. You didn’t bring sunscreen?” Jaeyoung asks, and looks at Changyoon with an incredulous look on his face. Changyoon’s shy grin tells him all that he needs to know. “Wait, seriously? You didn’t bring sunscreen. Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you didn’t bring any other clothes other than the ones you’re wearing right now.”

Changyoon smiles shyly at Jaeyoung, uttering, “I was just going to buy clothes at whatever gift shop we stumble across before getting there-”

Jaeyoung scoffs. “Lucky I pack like a father who sweats through all his clothes the moment he puts them on. I’ve got comfy clothes in my bag if you want to wear them later, don’t spend your money. It's probably all ridiculously priced anyway.”

platonic ot6 vixx fic based off of with all my heart

"The name is Moon Byulyi. But if you want, you can call me Moonbyul!" The woman said in a jovial tone.

"We just met and you want us to drop the formalities?" Hongbin asks, "Isn't that a bit too sudden?"

Moonbyul waves him off. "You must be Hongbin-ssi. Jaehwan has told me how much of a traditionalist you are." From behind the counter, Jaehwan can see Moonbyul slicing something. It looks like pumpkin bread and the though of eating pumpkin bread and sipping some delicious coffee makes Jaehwan smile at his friend. "It's totally fine though. Even though I’m Jae’s age, any friend of Jaehwan is a friend of mine!"

Hongbin purses his lips together before giving Moonbyul a nod. "Alright, Moonbyul-noona. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wonshik was next, fiddling nervously with the hem of his jacket. He'd been nervous the moment Jaehwan and Byulyi started talking, but tried to keep it as contained as possible as the older woman in front of him starts to talk.

"I'm Kim Wonshik," he introduces suddenly, "But you can call me Wonshik if you want. It’s nice to meet you."

Moonbyul smiles, glancing at the nervous and jittery man. "Ah, you must be Shikkie-ssi! Jaehwan never stops talking about you!" Moonbyul gives Jaehwan a glance. “He is cute, Jaehwan. Nice.”

Jaehwan's cheeks flares a bright red. Gasping in horror, Jaehwan tries to get Moonbyul to stop talking, but to no avail.

"Byulyi!" Jaehwan gasps. He places a finger on his own lips, hopefully giving Moonbyul a hint. She doesn't take the hint.

"You can't tell me I'm wrong, " Moonbyul smiles at him. She laughs a hearty laugh. "You came in last month gushing about how talented Wonshik-ssi is as a rapper." Moonbyul turns his attention to Taekwoon again. "You did phenomenally at the Festival by the way."

Taekwoon flushes a bright red, bowing his head to her.

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barashikki-dialoversoc · 3 years

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02. Deceived

Word Count: 2056

Warnings: intimidation, deception, slight non-consensual touching

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The ride to the new home was a long one. Bara found herself reading nearly an entire novel before the car came to a final halt. When she did look up, the view in front of her left her in awe.

A large and old-looking mansion. Not to mention there were some rosebeds in the front that showed they wound around the back. The place was tall and long, indicating that if Bara wanted to be by herself away from the guardian’s other kids, she thankfully could.

Bara got out of the car and retrieved what she still had with her since leaving the old apartment. While some objects she did take, most of the furniture would be donated to those in need. All that was on her was clothes, small furniture items from her bedroom, photos of her family, and the family scarf given to her by her parents.

Walking up to the front door with her school bag, a backpack, and her suitcase was a bit of a struggle, and even more so when she attempted to knock on the door.

It only took one knock and the door swung open. Gratitude filled Bara as she was thankful for someone helping her with moving in. But upon entering and taking a deep breather did she realize no one was there.

She turned her head left to right to see if anyone was around. There was no one.

“Uh… Hello?”

She entered a bit more and adjusted her bags near the base of the stairs. Already she felt the doom of having to haul her luggage even more up if her room wasn’t on the ground floor.

Even when trying to figure out where people were, she still found herself in awe of the mansion. Sure, it was dreary, but it was still an amazing feat to have a home like this in Japan. It was a sure sign of wealth if someone had this much land and such a large home with intricate detail.

As she observed the surroundings, she did pick up on footsteps coming from her left. She turned her head to see who it was.

There in front of her was a tall man with glasses. He was well dressed and had his violet-black locks neatly kept. The glare he sent at her wasn’t pleasant, but Bara knew not to let it unnerve her.

“And who are you?” he asked rather coldly.

“I’m Bara Shikki. I was told that a Mr Togo Sakamaki was going to take me in with his other children since I no longer have a guardian.” Bara held her tongue, refraining from asking if the male before her was one of the siblings mentioned. She didn’t want to possibly upset him more.

The male sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That man did it again…” He was quick to snap up and look over at Bara. “Follow me this instant. The man that ‘took you in’ did not inform us of you arriving.”

Bara was quick to listen and follow him. Only one question came up as she followed. “I do have quite a bit of things. Is there anywhere you want me to take it once done?”

He looked at her slightly as they walked, Bara slightly behind him. “No need. Your bags have already been taken care of.”

Bara gave a glance back at where she sat her stuff to see it was now gone. Was there a butler or maid that fast around here?

She was directed into a living room, the only one already there being a blond laying on the couch. The room was better lit than the grand entrance and seemed cozier as well.

“Take a seat, Miss Shikki. I will gather my other brothers and an explanation will be given to why you’re here.” The male next to her stated.

“But… I thought it was just a guardian thing? What else could it be?” Bara asked. She was confused about what he meant.

He only glanced at her in irritation. “Sit down. What you were told was merely a way to get you willingly to our home.”

The last comment sent a chill though Bara, but the tone also made her meek and quietly obedient. Something was off, and now knowing she was merely given a temptation to come to this place made her even more nervous.

Soon enough, four other males joined the first two. The one that Bara had interacted with most taking lead again in speaking.

“We have a new guest, Miss Bara Shikki. It seems she was sent here by that man and will be staying with us from now on. Be kind and do not kill her.”

The color in her face paled.

Kill?

What in the world was going on?

She waited for a quiet moment when no one was speaking to bring up her first question. “Excuse me… But may I learn your guys’ names? I’d like to address you properly when living here with you guys.

At this point, the brothers in the room were tired of having to listen to the other telling them behave.

In an instant, the two redheads were surrounding Bara on both of her sides. The longer haired one seemed to linger more over her. The one who wa more true to a redhead simple tried to pull her closer to him.

“You only need to address me as Yours Truly. Nothing else,” the shorter haired one spoke as he yanked on Bara’s shoulder to pull her even closer.

“Oh come on, Ayato. Tell her your real name,” the auburn spoke.

Although he wasn’t any better as he continued to tangle his arms around Bara’s torso. One even began to attempt to slip between her legs, but Bara did her best to keep them pressed together.

“Laito is mine, Little Bitch,” he seemed to almost purr it into Bara’s ear. It was even enough for a chill to run through her, mainly from never having dealt with such interactions before.

Not expecting it, even from herself, Bara jumped forward out of the armrest she was sitting in and ran a few steps away from the two brothers. Her eyes darted to them at a moment to make sure they didn’t jump on her again.

“Do not get into my personal space like that!” Bara tried to keep her voice at a reasonable level, but it still came out somewhat squeaky due to her panic.

A sound of someone scoffing came from behind her. When Bara went to look, it was the white-haired male. While he didn’t say anything else, Bara had a good guess on his name from Laito calling it earlier. But she was quickly pulled from her thoughts as the blond on the couch made a comment.

“Don’t be noisy. It’s bothersome.” No other comment came from him. It seemed some of these brothers didn’t want to answer a simple question.

“I’m… sorry. I didn’t intend to be so loud.” Bara went to shift slightly, but found herself bumping into yet another person.

This time it was the shortest of them all. And while he was the smallest, he still gave off an intimidating energy, despite holding an innocent expression on his face. His wide eyes were studying Bara and his arms around his teddy bear seemed to grip the bear tighter. With no response coming from Bara’s still form, he neared closer with his face, being only a few centimeters from hers. His nostrils flared as he took in a few breaths.

“You smell sweet… almost like the flower you’re named after.” His voice was soft, despite the edge he was still putting Bara on.

It took her a moment to process it, but Bara soon registered his words. “Uh… thank.. you.”

“Hey, Kanato, you have to share with us~” Laito spoke from his area near the armrest, although Bara could sense he was about to move closer.

The seemingly innocent male in front of Bara seemed to have a switch flipped inside of him as his soft expression turned to one of frustration. She swore she could’ve seen a vein almost appear on his face from the aggression he immediately began to stew.

“Kanato…”

“Why should I share when you and Ayato were already all over her? Huh?!” He was loud enough to make Bara cover her ears. Never had she heard someone scream so loud, well, save a baby screaming for food or a nap when out and about with its mother or father.

“Inside voices… I shouldn’t have to remind you of this.” The male with glasses was very annoyed, not liking how his brothers acted.

Bara bit her lip as she debated speaking, but she had to at least know the name of the one who had been kindest to her. “Excuse me, but what is your name?” She kept her head in the direction of who seemed to be the eldest.

He looked back at her in the eyes. Despite his somewhat scary demeanor, he seemed to not mind sharing his name without some other intent behind it. “Reiji.”

Bara thanked him before going on to question her circumstances.

“Why am I here if it isn’t to simply have a new guardian?” The ‘kill’ comment was also bothering her, but she knew she had to pace her questions out.

“You’re our new plaything, isn't it obvious?” Laito commented as he tried to near Bara again, but she moved away and behind Kanato, trying to shield herself away from the pervert.

Little did she know a simple action like that did not go unnoticed by the purple-haired male. It didn’t show in his stature, but he would still stand his ground from his brother.

“You’re the next sacrifice to us. That man sent you here for one reason or another, either for enjoyment or for one of his ridiculous plans. In a few days time, you may find there’s one of us you’d rather stick to. I’d choose wisely by then.”

“And… The kill thing from earlier? You guys aren’t serial killers or something, are you?” If she was living with serial killers, she would truly be done for. Dread only began to fill her once again.

“We aren’t those, but can easily crush you with one fist.” It was the white-haired male who spoke up.

Bara took note of how he gritted his teeth, seeing how his cuspids were a lot longer and sharper than the standard healthy cuspid tooth. She then began to see if anyone else would show their teeth to see if it was something they all had.

Although the thought was stopped immediately when she felt a steel grip on her arm yank her to the front of Kanato. A small yelp left her lips from the surprise yank and pinching of her flesh between Kanato’s fingers. The male pulled her close to him, this time with bodies closer as well. His breath ghosted over her neck as one hand went to pull away her scarf to expose the flesh.

Were they…?

“Your scent is too sweet. I want to taste it.” His words were quiet and almost missed by Bara.

“Huh?” She tried to pull away, but the boy wouldn’t let her. All the information and actions performed so far were only frightening her more. What didn’t help was that two of the brothers had left, mainly due to the annoyance of their siblings. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re merely a human, you’ll learn in time to watch yourself,” Reiji commented.

“Kanato, Laito, Ayato, if any of you kill another, you will get by far, the worst punishment I can throw out yet.” That was his last comment before leaving the room.

While still gripped by Kanato, Bara zoned out into her own mind as the three remaining brothers began to argue over who would have her, mainly on how Kanato didn’t want to share and how Ayato wanted first dibs.

She was human, they were something higher.

The smallest of them all had inhuman strength.

Another had sharp teeth.

They had to be demons.

No, vampires.

She was deceived.

She wasn’t going to a positive and loving home.

Bara was sent to be a treat for some supernatural beings.

#bara shikki #diabolik lovers oc #dl oc #Bara Shikki Story #oc character #writing #oc story #diabolik lovers oc story #oc writing #Bara Shikki Series

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so the adviser that was going to be helping fennel got publicly exiled and anyone who’s found to be helping her will get the same punishment, and the new adviser comes up to fennel after like “can i talk to you a moment?”

fennel: of course! her quietly: so i know adviser shikki has spoken to you about slavery fennel: is that why she was exiled hydra ooc: [sharp *yikes* hiss] fennel...

her: do you know what a diplomatic issue is fennel: i’m familiar, but i’m also familiar with people using that as a cowardly excuse to not address their issues her: [sigh] hydra ooc: [choked stress noises]

*later getting a note from adviser shikki shikki: [essentially: learn from my example and wait to be safe and smart about this] fennel: No. hydra ooc: god i love fennel

#mistakes were made campaign

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100 Days of Comics! 088/100: Mrs. Deadpool and the Howling Commandos #2 (2015)

Today’s selection from the box of exactly twelve remaining mysteries comes to us from Secret Wars! No, not that one. N-no not that one either. N- the most recent one. Where everything blew up and Doom became God-Emperor of Battleworld.

The main story was... serviceable. It wasn’t really bad. It had some good moments, like Carol Danvers beating her way into control of the Sinister Hivemind. It probably all comes down to how much weight you give the Doom/RICHARRRRRRRRRRRRDS dynamic.

Where it really shined was the tie-ins. Which mostly did not tie-in. When reading the main story, I was sure that some of the stuff there was going to get more fully explained in the tie-ins but mostly no, not really.

But they did explore this crazy new mixed up patchwork world. Many of the tie-ins were not very good. Superficial retreads of the stories they were inspired by. Looking at you, E for Extinction and Age of Apocalypse Secret Wars tie-ins.

But some of them were bonkers enough to be worth it.

So here we have Mrs. Deadpool and the Howling Commandos. Which is a bit of a misnomer.

Ghost Deadpool: “Hey there gang! Deadpool here -- emphasis on the dead! Because I am a ghost. Because I am dead.

Crazy right?

Anyway, this series takes place on Battleworld -- it’s like this “everything bagel” but where all the sesame seeds and poppy seeds are bits of different realities. It was made by Doctor Doom after all of everything everywhere died.

(That was how I died too.)

My wife Shiklah is still alive in the little slice of our world that got preserved... but Doom done doomed-up everyone’s memories so they don’t remember things the right way. Shikkie-poo doesn’t remember being my missus -- in this world she’s still Dracula’s betrothed!

Don’t worry -- the Shikster is not really into Drac. She’s got half of an ancient weapon and plans to betray him as soon as she gets the other half.

Only problem? The Howling Commandos -- Dracula’s top warriors comprised of Werewolf-by-Night, the Living Mummy, Frankenstein’s Monster, Man-Thing, and Marcus, the Roman centaur with a symbiote and diabetes -- have been sent along with her on her quest... and told by their master to make sure she doesn’t survive the deal!”

As we pick up, Deadpool sits in a fancy chair and reads Daredevil, throwing it away when he notices us come in. But also Shiklah is still on her fake quest to spread her brothers’ ashes.

Shiklah doesn’t trust the Howling Commandos because on top of being Dracula’s stooges, they killed one of their own for displeasing Dracula. But Werewolf-by-Night Jack reveals that Invisible Man had been leaking secrets to the Thor Corps and its not a good sign that they are interested in Dracula’s realm. But Jack doesn’t think its a big deal. He figures that Invisible Man was just making stuff up to get cool mole money. Frankenstein confides that he thinks the Invisible Man watched him change for bed.

But then they arrives at the river styx and Shiklah demands the boatman ferry them across. He refuses. They’re not dead yet.

Shiklah: “You’ll be dead if you don’t move our asses across this stupid river!”

Living Mummy: -whisper- “She’s a terrible negotiator.”

And then zombies attack and the Howling Commandos and Shiklah leap into action.

Living Mummy tells Shiklah to just dump her brothers’ ashes on this beach so they can leave but she refuses.

And they’re fighting. Its a pretty cool monster mash. Maybe even a graveyard smash.

Shiklah wonders why Man-Thing doesn’t help and the Mummy says he’s sensitive to emotions. And I guess the zombies don’t have any. But Frankenstein is afraid of zombies and has been covering his face. So Man-Thing comes up and gives him a reassuring hug- OH GOD EVERYTHING IS FIRE

The ferryman comes back and offers to bend the rules this one time since they did kill all the zombies. But Frankenstein puts his fist literally through the boatman’s head. So they steal his boat.

Not that they needed it. Apparently the river Styx is just a shallow stream. You could walk across.

When they reach the other shore, Shiklah dumps out her brothers’ ashes in a heap. In reality, she thought they were boobs who underestimated their enemy.

The Howling Commandos keep trying to tell Shiklah something but she pulls out a watermelon with bananas taped to it.

Wait, what?

Oh, that wily Living Mummy pickpocketed the Medusa head from her and hid it in his wraps. That zany mummy.

The Howling Commandos come clean. Dracula ordered them to kill her but they don’t want to. They actually want to help take Dracula down. Oh and they didn’t kill the Invisible Man. He’s back in Dracula’s palace invisibly spying on Dracula right now.

Jack and Shiklah get into an argument about who the leader should be. Shiklah settles it by kissing Jack into a stupor.

Deadpool is unhappy with this and floats into the comic to demand a talk with Shiklah. But he dead. She can’t see him. Its like It’s A Wonderful Life. But at least he doesn’t have a guardian angel.

Bob, Agent of Hydra, shows up to be Deadpool’s guardian angel. So Deadpool karate chops him in the neck. “Ain’t got time for your &#$%&%#$, Bob.”

Meanwhile, at Dracula’s palace. Invisible Man invisibly eats a chicken drumstick. And then angry Dracula angrily barges in, stops in confusion and asks why there is a cooked bird. Dracula’s nosferatu-esque servant thought Dracula asked him to fetch it as a test of his abilities. It was hard to find. They had to cut it from the belly of a poisonous orc.

Dracula continues his angry storm-off and when he’s alone, the Invisible Man invisibly vomits after learning where the chicken was from.

And then we see why Dracula was so angry. Some Thors came to see him. The jivest Blade Thor and a Lizard Thor.

Blade Thor: “Here’s the deal: I’ve been hearing a lot of gum bumping up in the streets about friction down here. Like some crazy exorcist jive. So nip it in the bud, you dig? Otherwise you’re gonna be mixing it up with the bad brothers of the Thor Corps.”

Geez. It makes so much sense to have a Thor’d Blade be the one who oversees the monster mash realm. And to some extent, the Lizard too. He’s a monster. He can speak their language. “Sssskgk!” And Blade hunts vampires. Good, inspired selection for Thors, Gerry Duggan.

And I like this book. I already read it when I was reading every Secret Wars tie-in. But there’s just something fun about a group of Howling Commandos that are a bunch of Hammer Horror monsters, and Marcus the Roman centaur with a symbiote and diabetes.

Its just a great concept. Unfortunately limited to four issues because of the nature of Secret Wars.

I know there was another Howling Commandos book with monsters. It had Hit-Monkey, Manphibian, Man-Thing, Teen Abomination, Orrgo, undead Jasper Sitwell, vampire Nina Price, and LMD Dum Dum Dugan in command. I won’t say no to Hit-Monkey but as for the others, they’re okay monsters but they don’t really match up to the same bonkers feel that the Hammer Horror squad had.

DC also had a similar team concept. The Creature Commandos. Basically following the Hammer Horror idea. They had a normal human, a werewolf, a vampire, Frankenstein, and a gorgon. Initially. The team make up changes. At one point it included a mummy and a bogman.

The point being that Hammer Horror superhero team is a great idea and I would read it a lot. Especially if they then also included Hit-Monkey. He’s a monkey who is also an assassin who assassinates assassins.

Pander to me, comics! Pander to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

#100 Days of Comics!#Mrs Deadpool and the Howling Commandos #this comic watered my crops and etc #Hammer Horror #i love ridiculousness in my comics #dark and gritty photorealism is fine for those who like that #i want a girl with squirrel powers befriending Galactus #and a werewolf leading a squad with a mummy and frankenstein

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Sky Full of Stars (A Navi fic in progress)

The last thing Wonshik expected was to end up taking a trip only with Hakyeon. Yet, he was there, leaving his sandals at the cabin to step comfortably in the sand. He had already given his share of affection to the resident dogs, a bit embarrassed that Hakyeon was taking pictures, cooing loudly at him. The leader was very lucky that the dog had kept the rapper in place for so long, squatting down and giving the pup its much desired pats on the head. Wonshik was certain Hakyeon would waste all of his phone memory on that moment alone, considering the amount of camera snaps he heard go off nonstop.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have enough for sure! I even brought extra SD cards just in case.” Hakyeon boasted, a huge grin on his face even as Wonshik rolled his eyes.

The younger took the older’s word for it, shaking his head when Hakyeon had rushed over to the black labrador, squishing its cheeks before scooting over to its side. Wonshik chuckled as he saw Hakyeon give out instructions, resulting in the pup laying down in the sand as if it were reluctant to follow the commands. It took another few minutes for the labrador to soften up to Hakyeon, lifting his head up to reveal a sandy lower jaw. It nuzzled up to his cheek once the hesitance was put aside, Hakyeon giggling when he felt rough particles on his skin. The pair proceeded to take an unbelievable amount of pictures, constantly looking back at each other and the camera. Wonshik knew that Hakyeon would group a set of pictures together of them at the end of the day and felt his body stir a bit in anticipation.

That wouldn’t happen until they went back inside, so Wonshik let the adorable camera hogs be, strolling closer to the ocean. He took a seat where the cool water could pass over his toes, sighed deeply as the sound of crashing waves filled his ears. It had been a long time since Wonshik, or any of the VIXX members for that matter, had been allowed to have a relaxing day as he was having in that moment. He was always grateful that their group had done well, continuously receiving praises and job offers alongside their recent comebacks. There was nothing that could stop Wonshik from being thankful to their Starlights, supporting them through everything, but the rapper couldn’t help but miss the simpler times, where all he needed was the peace of the beach.

A flock of seagulls flew overhead as Wonshik leaned back, his fingers sinking in the warm sand, his shoulders slumping as his focus remained on the fizzling foam that narrowly grazed his calves. There were many people he knew that complained about the salty scent that surrounded places like this, but Wonshik preferred to take deep breaths and inhale the smell as much as he could. Although it wasn’t as crisp as a forest, perhaps a garden too, it was more than enough to reignite Wonshik’s senses, refreshing his body and mind as if he were given a chance to start anew.

Wonshik was easily lost in the calming trance, watching the ocean sway to and fro until he was suddenly snapped out of it, a familiar snap going off behind him. The rapper wasn’t surprised to see Hakyeon when he turned his head, the older smiling nervously as Wonshik gave him a knowing look.

“Oops.”

The two of them knew each other long enough to know that Wonshik wasn’t mad in the slightest. There was no reason for Hakyeon to go to the younger’s side, to whine out apologies as he snuggled up against him. It could have been avoided, but he did so anyway, kicking up sand as he found a comfortable position next to Wonshik. The more the younger pushed him away, the more the older crept back, sporting huge eyes and pouty lips.

“Shikkie. Are you still angry with me?”

“What are you talking about?” Wonshik asked, poking Hakyeon’s sides.

“You’re definitely angry with me.” Hakyeon’s blinding smile betrayed his needy tone.

“Why would you say that?”

“Well for one thing, you wouldn’t let me take proper care of you before we came.”

“I know how to apply sunscreen on myself well enough.”

“Second of all, you chose ordering dinner instead of accepting my offer to cook us something after we played.”

“Considering you tried cutting carrots with a butter knife, I think I made an excellent choice.” Wonshik almost fell over, though he wasn’t sure if it was from laughter or from Hakyeon’s rough shoulder nudge.

“That was years ago! Are you ever going to let that go?”

“Don’t think so.”

Hakyeon huffed. “Meanie.”

“But I’m your meanie.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Wonshik blinked. “Huh? Why not?”

“Because of my third reason of why I think you’re angry at me.” Pulling the younger closer, Hakyeon intertwined their fingers, looking down. “You haven’t given me a kiss all day today.”

“Seriously? Is that what this is about?”

“Don’t say it like that! This is a big concern! On normal days, you would have given me at least ten kisses by now.”

“I can’t believe you . . .”

Before Hakyeon could complain any further, Wonshik gave the older a kiss on the cheek, pulling away once his face started to heat up. Hakyeon remained wide-eyed until Wonshik cleared his throat.

“Happy now?”

“Shikkie!”

“Whoa -”

Ambushed by a flurry of kisses, Wonshik could only groan as he was weighed down to lay back on the sand. Their lips met gently, their breaths matching the wind blowing against them. All else was lost in those sole minutes, the only sensations Wonshik could recognize were the taste of Hakyeon’s sweet lip balm and his own fingers clutching the back of the other’s shirt. The intimacy remained languid, perhaps even more so when Hakyeon pulled back. His adoring eyes were searching for something in Wonshik’s, peering in so deep that it gave the younger goosebumps. Hakyeon chuckled when Wonshik remained still, the amusement shining clear in the older’s irises.

“Baby?”

“What… what is it?”

“You love the beach, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love it more than me?”

“Hakyeon.” Wonshik looked away. “Why are you comparing yourself to a beach?”

“No reason. But, this place does wonders to you, Shikkie. I wish I could see you like this all the time.” Hakyeon lifted one hand to caress Wonshik’s jaw, to bring back the eye contact. “Should we come by every weekend. . .like we used to?”

“You know we can’t.”

“I know.” With a sigh, Hakyeon flopped over next to Wonshik, watching the orange and pink clouds above their heads. “What’s your favorite part of this place?”

Wonshik didn’t need to think about a response for too long, his body instinctively taking a deep breath. “The smell.”

“Even if it sometimes smells like fish?” Hakyeon asked incredulously, which had the rapper grinning.

“Even when it smells like fish.”

#vixx #vixx headcanons #vixx ravi #vixx n #navi #vixx navi #hello there #a lot has happened since I was here last #pretty much my life is a mess right now lmao #I don't want to abandon this blog though #so here is something that I will be working on after my finals are done #I am still willing to take any requests #that will honestly help me be here more often

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