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(REPOST) heart swindler - J.WY (Part 1)

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ part 1: Moving back to a capital city seemed exciting enough but it also brings competition in your field. You work hard to provide for you and your nephew but business is harsh and your rival, Wooyoung seems to be having a streak of good luck. Wooyoung’s streak was not your only problem as you find yourself bumping into strange a man at the club, you have a feeling it is not the last time you’ll be seeing him either.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Female Pronouns Conwoman reader! x Conman Wooyoung! Enemies to Lovers. Angst. Fluff. Smut.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ smut themes in the future parts. Mentions of drug abuse. Abusive parenting. Violence. Bi? Wooyoung? Stalking. Slowburn!. Conning? More to be added... This is fiction and does not represent the real idol.

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PART 2

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The night club was jam packed this Saturday night. You recognize some charting rap song blasting through the bass-boosted speakers, blurring out the sounds of people around you. The clubs in the central area had no motivation in making a good mix for the night, rather re-using anything that could be considered loud and sexual enough.

At least the bass is alright here you thought as your eyes scan over the crowded dance floor from a balcony on the second floor. Some nights you felt like a hawk hunting for prey. Your eyes had been trained to see through the sharp strobing lights which helped you speed things up.

There were often times you wondered what name to put to your career. Some people from your past would scream conwoman…

Your eyes scan the gray and black newspaper as a small smirk spreads over your lips.

“Young woman conned man out of half a million dollars, read page five”

You quickly flip the light pages of the newspaper before landing on the page where you were met with the pathetic face of the said man. Asshole, he was the one who offered you the money anyway. That job was way too easy. He only went crying about being conned after his poor wife had received the anonymous message from you to her phone;

Anonymous: This is how much your husband loves you *image*.

You admit, that move was a little too asshole-ish even for you. Usually you would keep out of your target’s private life but it was simply sweet karma after hearing the bastard speak degradingly of his wife who had fallen ill and been hospitalized. The audacity men have. Damn you could even say you took some pity on her. That’s how you justified sending the video of him on his knees in front of you, worshiping you as if you are some greek goddess.

Anytime now…you thought and the loud chime of your phone ran through the luxurious hotel room just a few seconds later. You smirk and reach over to answer.

“Hey there sweetheart” you tease, holding the phone up to your ear as your eyes wander over the artwork hanging on the walls in the room. Many of them portrayed naked lovers, making you roll your eyes at the stereotypical art. You don’t even flinch as a loud voice curses you on the other side.

“I will kill you, you fucking bitch. You ruined my marriage- my career! I trusted a fucking conwoman” the older man that had so unfourtnarely been your previous target, curses in disbelief.

The words didn’t affect you anymore, hell you were in the luxurious hotel room thanks to his money to begin with, he could curse you all he wanted.

“Well, learn not to fuck women other than your wife, though I doubt she will let you near her again” you replied with a dry chukle, hanging up to block the number. Time to change phones…

Other times people recognized you simply as a tactful business woman who occasionally used men for money. You usually prefer this title anyway.

LUX, which was the name of the club you had settled on for tonight, was one of your favorites. It has beautiful architecture with many well-built bars spanning over three different levels, but that was not why you liked it so much. Neither did you really care about the club’s entertainment which consisted of half-naked girls dancing on poles spread around the first floor.

The reason LUX was your favorite was rather obvious. Anybody who entered, either had straight connections to the owner or was packed with millions. Both of those options ultimately meant that most men in attendance could give you what you were looking for; money.

Hongjoong, the owner of the place, allowed you to do business in the club in exchange for a friendly percentage. While you normally shrink away at the idea of sharing your profits, you have to remind yourself that without him you wouldn't even have access to a place like LUX.

After what felt like hours, you spot a man sitting alone on a bar stool on the first floor. White button down shirt, a golden watch on his left wrist that reflected off the strobing lights and a half empty drink. Perfect.

Time to act. You make your way down the spiraling staircase that connects the three floors at LUX. You feel the blood being squeezed out of your feet thanks to the tight high heels you wore. They were at least a size too small, but you were determined to show off the fancy brand in hopes of catching attention. You suck it up and soften your mischievous expression into a softer, more innocent look. Men and their pathetic instinct to act as protective heroes.

You make your way over to the first-floor bar, not too close to the target you had picked out. Only a few seats were taken by the counter, most people having found a dance partner for tonight.

It was obvious when people turned their heads as you walked past and you had to keep yourself from smirking at the fact. At least with the act you were putting on.

You lean over the bar right to the side of the man who was sitting by himself, looking around as if trying to look for the bartender who was not present. Sighing dramatically, you look over at the man only to find he had acknowledged your presence.

With pouty lips and knitted eyebrows you wait for him to give you a friendly smile before moving closer.

“Excuse me, would you happen to have a phone charger? My friend left me here on my own and my phone has run out of battery” you offer a crooked smile, hoping he’d fall right in your trap.

Up-close, your target looked to be in his late thirties. This category was either a hit or miss. Some were too aware of your antics from earlier experiences, some totally oblivious.

The man ran a hand through his slicked back, brown hair, dimples popping as he smiled and leaned closer to yell over the blasting music.

“I don’t, but you could borrow my phone?” he suggested and you rolled your eyes in your head. You were rather impatient tonight, your last payment had been longer than two months ago and your savings account was drying out.

“Oh, I can’t remember the number though and she has my purse too- oh lord how will I get home?” You sound alarmed, acting panicked as you start glancing around the room, fingers intertwining as you fiddle in front or your victim who frowned with worry.

“Look dear, maybe I could just call you a taxi back home? And tomorrow you could meet up with your friend?” The stranger suggests. His intentions were nice for sure, but he didn’t seem to glance down at your red dress even once since you approached him.

“Would you do that? You are-” you begin with an innocent smile before somebody steps closer to you, shifting to stand between you and the stranger.

“-I’m back. Ready to go, pretty?” the voice makes you freeze. You clench your jaw to keep composure and not lose your shit in front of the whole club. The voice laced with honey belonged to someone you were more than familiar with.

You look up and lock eyes with him. Jung Wooyoung.

Wooyoung, who’s jet black hair now was dyed a shade of platinum blonde, looks down at you with his plump lips lifted into a signature smirk. He was well aware of what he had just done, and undoubtedly took great pride in interrupting your attempts at his target.

You offer him a tight-lipped smile, lacing it with spite that you were certain he could feel even if telepathy wasn’t a thing.

The man to your side stands up from his seat and smiles shyly, looking down at you as he hovers tall.

Pick somebody your height, asshole, you mutter in your head, wishing that Wooyoung would somehow hear it.

“I am afraid I have to leave, good luck getting home darling” the man comments politely as Wooyoung wraps an arm around the man’s waist. The men walk off towards the staircase and you could only imagine Wooyoung had the third floor full of private VIP rooms in mind.

Before disappearing out of your sight, Wooyoung glances over his shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk, shooting you a wink. You cock an eyebrow at him before flipping him off, middle finger adorned by the diamond your last target had been fooled into buying. It was always a game of show off between people who did what you did. And Wooyoung was one undoubtedly one of the best, to your dismay.

You take a seat on the barstool, slouching over as you decide to give up for the night. Truth be told, you were getting tired of this business. Having sleazy and naive men give you money was one thing, but entertaining them had slowly been eating away at your nerves and patience over the past year.

While the benefits of a successful job looked extravagant to anybody on the outside, the endless nights of guilt and feeling dirty after a job was not something one can ever be prepared for.

“The usual, bullet?” the bartender snaps you out of your thoughts by calling your nickname. You made sure that nobody ever found out your true identity. Switching names, ID’s and phones often to ensure the feds always were a step behind you.

You smile bitterly at the bartender and nod. It was alright, you thought. The weekend wasn’t over just yet.

The following night you are bending closer to the mirror as you trace the tip of a red lipstick over your lips as a finishing touch for tonight’s look. You made sure to switch up dresses, not wanting to risk being seen in the previous night’s outfit. The high heels from yesterday were switched for chunkier thigh-high boots, which complimented your black dress.

The dress in question was what one could call a lucky charm. You have been able to secure many deals whenever wearing it, hence why you created the belief that it would somehow make you luckier and keep you safe. Whatever the science behind such beliefs was, you just needed something to keep adding fuel to your hopes for the night. Tonight was Sunday, the last day of the weekend and your last chance of the week to secure a deal that would ensure stability for the upcoming future.

Honestly, you did not really give a shit about how you’d end up surviving a month without a deal. You could crash at an acquaintance's place. Or get some quick cash by selling a designer bag or two. But as your eyes meet a pair of soft, brown ones staring right at you through the full-body mirror, you are suddenly reminded of the reason why you keep trying.

You turn around, eyes landing on the young boy sitting at the edge of the hotel-room bed. The child was watching you get ready in silence, never interrupting or questioning what for.

“Y/n, do you really have to leave tonight too?” Jisung mumbles, looking down at his chubby fingers as they impatiently roll and fiddle over one another. You stay silent, gaze shifting to notice how he was growing nervous by the way his feet swung and hit the edge of the bed or the way his lips twisted outwards into a pout.

With a sigh, you take a seat beside him on the soft bed. Your hand reaches to grab his smaller one, squeezing it in reassurance. Although Jisung had just turned six, he was a lot smarter than most kids his age. He knew that the life you both lived was not ideal and he was humble and never took things for granted when you managed to bring in a lot of money.

You remembered how tiny he was when your sister first brought him over. She had taken something again, you weren’t sure what but her addiction seemed to grow stronger. The excuses of being busy or tired and needing help taking care of her only son, Jisung, only rolled in as soon as she had gotten a glance of you being responsible enough to take care of him. You were barely an adult when that happened, having to take care of a child throughout your late teens was not something you desired either. Shivers still run down your spine when you remember the night Jisung was to move in with you.

“Auntie? Can you please come get me? Mommy is scaring me” a tiny, familiar voice whispers. You were barely awake, eyes stinging as you lifted your phone from your ear, the bright screen blinding your sleepy eyes. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming still, your body engulfed by the warm and heavy blanket in your bed.

“H-hello?” Jisung whispered again and you finally realized that it was no dream. You were on a call.

You glance over to your night stand, the time reading 1:22AM and you wonder why Jisung was awake at such a time. And most importantly, how did he manage to call you using your sister’s phone?

“Hey buddy, what happened? What is mommy doing?” you ask gently, trying to mask your scratchy morning voice to not scare him further. Truth be told, as soon as the words “mommy” left his lips you could guess what this would be about, but you surely were not prepared for it to be as severe as it ended up being.

“Mommy is- mommy said she has to free me. She said I could meet daddy in heaven if I let her” he whispers, as if the call to you was a secret. As if he was hiding. “-And I wanna see daddy but mommy has a knife and I remember auntie said I can’t touch a knife” although he stumbled over his words and grammar, you did not need any clarification. You sit up in bed, throwing the covers off your body with such force that they end up on the floor. Never in your life had your heart dropped through your whole body so fast and ended down at your heels. It was as if a shock wave went through your body, sliding a heavy brick over your chest until you couldn't breathe properly. She had really gone insane now.

“Listen to auntie, baby. Where are you right now?” you ask as you reach for any clothing that could cover your body, never even sparing the pieces of fabric a glance as you rush to pull them onto your body.

“The toilet-” he mumbles but his voice is cut off by a gasp as you hear noises over the phone. Loud thuds make Jisung cry out and for a second you thought there was no way you would make it in time to see your nephew again.

“Lock the door baby, auntie is on her way, okay? Don’t hang up the phone” you command, leaving your dark bedroom, mind awake but body sloppily moving from exhaustion as you fumble with the stubborn lock to your apartment.

You weren’t sure how to get to your sister’s place. It was a twenty-minute car ride away and at this time no taxis were out by the worn-down neighborhood you had been living in for the time being. That is how you committed your first crime, legally speaking. Your eyes catch the tall street lamps shining straight down onto a row of bicycles, all alined perfectly and strapped to a metal bicycle stand. If that wasn’t a sign from the universe, you weren't sure what was. No guilt was ever felt as your eyes landed on a bicycle with a missing lock. It was way too tall for your body, the seat reaching way past your torso. But you were determined, you had to leave now and it wasn’t like you were stealing because you wanted to. You'd return it as soon as you’d be back, with your nephew.

“Auntie is coming, I’m coming to get you. Don’t open the door until I’m there” you breathe heavily, throwing your phone into the basket attached to the front of the steering handles as your feet push off the uneven ground to gain momentum and get the wheels spinning. You barely reach the pedals when you sit down on the bicycle seat, legs long enough so that your toes could push the pedals and keep rolling down the poorly-lit streets. Your lungs burned as you kept pushing your legs to work the pedals quicker. You could make out some sounds coming from the speaker on your phone as Jisung asked how much longer you’d be.

“Almost there, auntie is almost there baby” you yell, hoping he’d hear you even when harsh wind hit you as you turned and navigated the night to your sister’s house.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s voice cuts in, pushing the flashback back into the depths of your brain. You blink quickly and look over at him, meeting his gaze as he stares right at you with his questioning eyes. Jisung looked a lot like your sister, round shiny eyes and healthy curly hair, both colored by a combination of auburn brown. Yet he was very different from her. He was mature for his age, but also very sensitive and caring. He had experienced things he really shouldn’t have and you sometimes worry about the effects it could have on his future.

“Sorry buddy, I zoned out” you chuckle, playing it off as a goofy smile spread over your lips. You reach up and mess up his curls to get a high-pitched giggle out of him.

“You know that I have to work. But I promise to be back as soon as I can. I'll even bring you a burger” you raise a knowing brow at your nephew who’s lips now part slightly at your promise. Of course he’d be sold at the mention of a burger. You shake your head in disbelief.

“Now tell me the rules one more time” you tell him as you stand up from the bed, grabbing a small crossbody bag to hang it over your shoulder. This was routine every time you went out and left him all by himself. Something nibbles at your heart when you realize just how lonely Jisung must feel while you're gone, but you convince yourself you were doing it with his best interest in mind. And since you were leaving him all alone in a hotel, he may as well learn to stay safe.

“Don’t leave the room. Don’t open the door, even for staff and if they ask why I’m alone, I say my parents are out for dinner. Call you only in emergencies. Call the police in serious danger-” he lists the rules one by one, holding up his chubby fingers to help him hold count. You nod in affirmation. “Well done. Now be good, I will be home before you even know it” you lean over to place a kiss to Jisung’s forehead, stealing one last glance at the boy as he watches you leave with a small pout on his lips.

Sunday’s were not half as busy as Saturdays. The line of people outside was barely stretching down the sidewalk when it usually went all the way around the street. You make your way to the front of the line, never facing the people who vocally complain about you cutting in line.

“Hey Mark, new suit today?” You send the bouncer a charming smile as he recognizes you, nodding with a pleased look.

“New dress today, bullet?” the tall man winks and you roll your eyes playfully, passing by him and into the storm of loud music and people.

Today you decide to change your tactic, moving straight to the bar instead of making your way to a higher ground and picking a target out. You silently thank yourself for wearing boots instead of a tight pair of heels like the previous night.

The music blasting today was rather calmer than yesterday, a mix of RnB and reggaeton setting the mood to your advantage. Before you could take a seat you are suddenly interrupted by a body stepping in front of you. You look up at the man, raising your eyebrows at him before rolling your eyes and stepping aside to move out of his way. Yet the stranger follows, stepping right after you to block your way.

“Move” you say bitterly, wondering what the asshole’s problem was. He didn’t look much older than you and he wasn’t dressed to impress anyway.

“Y/n wasn’t it?” he says and it takes you everything not to react. Nobody in this area should have enough information to even know your name so why was this man in front of you saying it so proudly? You were careful not to expose the way your stomach squeezed for a second.

“Wrong person, buddy. Now move” you roll your eyes and this time push the man away with force to make yourself comfortable at the bar. You don’t turn around to check whether he was still after you. After a tense minute of waiting for something to happen, you sigh in relief. Maybe he had seen you years ago and recognized you but either way, you could not engage with anybody who threatened to expose you to the feds.

The bar was even emptier than yesterday, all people migrated to the dance floor but hey, at least Wooyoung seemed to be missing too, to your luck. He must've been successful with picking the right target yesterday, maybe he would have already left the country and was spending nights on a resort somewhere across the globe.

The bartender brings over a welcome shot of some liquor and you down it almost immediately. Chatting up people at the bar didn’t seem like the right tactic and you once again found yourself changing your plans last second as you stood up to disappear into a crowd of dancing people. The club wasn’t fully packed and you were sure that tonight, you would be able to handle the people around you. You notice the way people move in waves, eyes closed as their bodies sway them side to side to the music which means bodies start bumping and pushing into you the deeper you go. As much as you’d love to give in and just relax for once, you look around to spot any man decent enough to try hitting on.

Recently you have noticed a downfall in targets, downfall in successful deals and overall bad luck in business. You knew larger cities would have other workers of your field, but was it really that bad? People familiar with you named you bullet when you first started conning. You were quick, silent and lethal just like a bullet. But it seems as if your reputation was slowly going downhill as more and more nights left you empty handed or worse, beaten to a target by Wooyoung. You didn’t even notice when he had moved cities, started going to the same hunting places as you and now even stealing your targets right in front of you.

Back where you started, everybody had their own place to perform business at, always resulting in getting at least one successful deal a month. But it seems the capitals have no rules. Whoever reaches first, keeps the target.

You lose track of time as the bass of the music travels through your body with a buzz, successfully throwing your concentration off course as you give in and sway to the enchanting music. Whatever happens tonight, you were not going to beat yourself up for not getting a deal, yet another week in a row. It feels good to not have to worry, but you have gotten way ahead of yourself as your eyes shoot up once a pair of arms wrap themselves around your torso from behind.

Suddenly, you are hyper aware of your body. The humid air in the club made it no easier to breathe, your chest rising dramatically to gasp for air as panic set in. You trash around and turn around in the embrace to face whoever had approached you from behind, eyes wide from the initial shock. You are met with a familiar face. The asshole from earlier stood in front of you with a cocky smile. Your hands fly up to push at his chest, yet to no avail. He had trapped you.

“Why so surprised, did you think I wouldn’t find you again?” He speaks over the music. His hands are locked behind you, pushing on your back to close the gap between your bodies as he practically glued your chests together.

“Let me go '' you yell over the music, heart beating harshly against your rib cage and you wonder whether you would start hyperventilating in a club full of strangers.

“You could at least dance with me” he answers and before you can reply, he moves to forcefully sway your bodies to the music and you can’t put your mind as to why he would go to such lengths to get you. The fact that he had so surely said your name earlier only fueled the anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach. You try to take a good look at his face but the strobing lights were throwing you off your guard, making it harder to see the man and also remember to keep yourself from going into an anxiety attack.

“I said, let-”

“-Let go off her” another voice cuts in from behind you, loud and clear. You don’t put much effort into identifying whoever was stepping in, just wondering how much longer you could keep breathing. Soon you feel lighter. You watch as the man’s arms swing back from your body as if somebody had forcefully pried them off.

You take a step back to free yourself from the proximity of the stranger but instead bump into another chest. You whip around, still in panic as the crowd around you seemed to quickly be closing in, every voice ringing in your ears. You catch a glimpse of blonde hair and as if on command, your body determines it safe for a time out. Your knees grow weak as your brain goes completely blank with bright white light blinding your vision.

“Fuck” Wooyoung mumbles, hooking his arms around your torso to keep you from hitting the ground completely.

“Fuck off” he barks at the man who watches with a blank face, nodding to himself before raising his arms up as if to indicate he was innocent as he disappeared into the crowd. With the man gone, Wooyoung's problems did not lessen. With determination, he squats down to wrap his arms around your upper thighs before lifting you off the ground and onto his shoulder. He makes sure to pull down on the elastic material of your dress, not wanting to expose you to the people around. Thankfully everybody seemed to be busy dancing or drinking, never looking twice in his direction as he carried you outside.

The line outside of the club had dissipated by now, it was way too late for people to keep entering. A queue of taxis were lined outside by the sidewalk, patiently waiting for customers to start rolling in but Wooyoung had other plans. He walks across the well-lit street filling up with people dancing and singing still as they come out of multiple packed clubs for fresh air.

Soon, he is at the parking lot he used whenever he took his own burgundy Mercedes to a night out. He unlocks the car and opens the passenger seat to set you down in it, making sure your body leaned against it comfortably before sighing. He catches his breath, allowing for questions to roll in. His most obvious one, why the hell had you passed out so suddenly? And who was the guy at the club trying to get to you? The question he refused to acknowledge though was why he had even gone up to help you in the first place. His mind convinces him he was merely being a decent human being, it’s the least he could do after snatching multiple deals right from under your nose.

The faded sounds of people shouting and music coming from the clubs is what slowly brought you back, eyes fluttering as the chilly wind grazes your exposed legs. It was silent now and the people from the club weren’t crowding you anymore. You catch the sight of a cream-colored car interior and suddenly realize you were not at the club anymore. Sitting up straight you immediately look around to get an understanding of your surroundings. The car door was open, so you were not being kidnapped. How did you get here?

“Geez, calm down, you’d think I was kidnapping you or something” Wooyoung snickers, seemingly having similar worries as you. He steps forward to reveal himself to you, unsure of how you would react to his presence. Both of you weren’t really celebrating the fact that you had settled on working at the same club. Would you tell him off for what happened yesterday? And many other nights before that? For the first time in his life, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

You look up at him, somewhat surprised that out of all the people that could have helped you, it was him standing in front of you. Small recollections flow back to you and you manage to piece together that you were in Wooyoung’s car after you so gracefully collapsed in the middle of the dance floor at LUX. You clear your throat and stretch your legs out of his car, standing up to face him.

You open your mouth to say something but you realize you were not sure what smart comment to insert in such a situation. Wooyoung's eyes look at you blankly, and you wonder if he thinks he has successfully caught you in a weak moment. You couldn’t allow him to even think such thoughts.

“Thanks for the help” you say, but curse yourself as your voice comes out thin and light. “But you didn’t have to. Don’t you have new money to spend?” you sure sound like a jerk. But rather a jerk than letting Wooyoung think he was superior to you.

“You can never just admit I helped you and move on with a simple ‘thanks’, can you? Besides if it wasn’t for me, who knows what that asshole would have done. Who is he even?” Wooyoung is quick to defend himself, his chin lifting higher as each word comes out quicker than the other. You notice how easily heated he becomes when he speaks yet for some reason it stretches your lips upwards into a humored look, which you of course quickly hide.

“If I knew him, do you think I'd react the way I did?” you roll your eyes, hoping that if you ignored the first part of his sentence, he’d forget about it as well.

“Forget it, since you don’t want help, you’re welcome to go” Wooyoung raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to act.

“Fine, good night” You spit but as you whip around to storm off, your foot catches the edge of the sidewalk, sending you flying down onto the asphalt ground. You catch yourself on your palms, wincing as the rough ground scratches your knees and if it wasn’t for your boots, you are certain you would have torn your skin apart.

Wooyoung is surprised to see your body sprawl over the ground below him and steps closer to get a strong grip around your arm, pulling you up effortlessly.

“Ow that hurts!” you yelp at his grip, standing up only to feel shocks of pain shoot up through your left ankle and up your calf. You look down at the dirty material of your boots and wonder how long it would take before you settle down on the sidewalk and just let all your frustration out.

Wooyoung sighs dramatically and instead snakes an arm around your waist, holding you up as you lift your left ankle off the floor to stop the pain.

“I don’t need your help, good night Wooyoung” he mimics a high-pitched voice, face grimacing as he mocks your earlier words. You stay silent, clenching your jaw to keep you from saying something you’d feel guilty for later at night. Besides, you needed the help for real this time and he was the only one around.

“I can give you a drive home, but I expect you to at least thank me. Sincerely” he offers, holding your waist tightly. Wooyoung subconsciously moves you closer until your side is pressed against his and you are suddenly aware of his scent. You couldn’t make out each individual ingredient in his cologne, but your mind settles that it's a mix of bergamot and musk. It is surprisingly not too strong and you hate how well it suits him. You wonder if he would notice you moving closer to catch another whiff of it, but decide against it. Men like Wooyoung shouldn’t be complemented, their ego would get too big and you had enough of his already.

“So?” he speaks up, the hand on your waist giving you a small squeeze to remind you that he was awaiting an answer. You bite down on your tongue before your ego gets the best of you and just chirp out a dry “please”.

For some astronomical reason Wooyoung is not in his usual cocky mood, but you tell yourself not to get used to it. He simply nods and carefully helps you sit down in the leather passenger seat of his car again. Shivers erupt over your bare arms when Wooyoung removes his arm from around you, suddenly realizing how warm he had felt against your skin. You push the thoughts towards the back of your brain, not wanting to overthink the matter. You get comfortable and buckle your seatbelt, observing the details of his car as he shuts your door and moves to get in from the driver’s side.

As Wooyoung focuses on starting the car, you finally have time to look him over closer. His hair was dyed blonde, that you knew already. But what you had failed to acknowledge was the way it made his golden skin glow brighter, accentuating it in a way that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore a button down with cheetah print and you wondered how anybody his age could pull it off, yet he made it seem as if it was made solely for him. The first three buttons were unbuttoned and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down the vein on his neck that disappeared into his prominent collarbone. You let your eyes glance just a little further down to sneak a peek of the smooth skin that was the beginning of his chest.

“You done staring me down? I need your address” Wooyoung mused, never turning his head as his eyes focused on the road ahead. You catch the way his lips tug into a small smirk and you ball your fists in your lap to keep you from cursing at him. Of course you had been wrong to think he would be free of his cockiness.

“The Imperial Hotel” is all that leaves your mouth as you turn to look out the car window, refusing to catch yourself loosening up and trailing your eyes over places where they shouldn’t be.

“The Imperial Hotel?” Wooyoung repeats, tone low and and curious. “Are you really broke enough to stay at a hotel?” he asks but realizes his mistake right after the question came out in a way that he didn’t intend for it to. “I mean, don’t you have a place?”

You snort, eyebrows raised as you turn to look at him, arms crossing over your chest. Who was he to question you like this?

“I don’t have a place because I like the anonymity. I like moving around so I don’t need a place” you bark back, hating how you felt threatened by his attitude. Not that you would admit it. “Besides I don’t have to explain anything to you, just take me there.”

Wooyoung stops at a red light, using the opportunity to raise a questioning eyebrow as your eyes meet. His gaze is challenging.

“Take you there?” he repeats your words, each word coming out of his mouth as if you offended him.

“Please” you mumble.

“Much better” he drives off with a pleased grin. The next moments you find yourself in silence, to your surprise comfortable. You listen to the sound of the wheels moving against the asphalt at different speeds as Wooyoung drives. For a moment you feel a warm feeling of what could be dejavu in your chest, as if this has happened before. As if driving together like this was something you did often. Your eyes catch a bright red and yellow sign and you are suddenly reminded of Jisung.

“Wait!” you yell out suddenly, making Wooyoung slam on the breaks as he looks over at you with a concerned expression. His sharp brows are knitted together as he questions you.

“What? What happened?” he breathes, seemingly awaiting something much more serious than the question that comes out of your mouth.

“Could you um, go through the drive through?” you ask carefully, nodding to the fast-food sign right off the freeway.

“Do you realize you just made me slam on my breaks and potentially crash my new car just for Mcdonald’s?” he snaps, immediately checking the mirrors behind him for traffic which was empty seeing as the time was about to hit three am. He clicks his tongue but follows your request, turning to drive up to the restaurant.

“Don’t you have food at home?” he grumbles as you lean over his seat to get a glance at the menu screen outside his window. You support your hand on the center control between your seats, stretching as far as you could over him.

Wooyoung’s gaze shifts to your face in front of his, eyes narrow as they jump over your features and the way you concentrate on the menu. He hesitates but slowly brings a hand forward, warm fingers pushing back a rogue strand of hair behind your ear in order to clear your view. You are busy ordering Jisung his promised burger to notice, voice loud and clear as you speak to the employee over the microphone.

As soon as you’re done placing your order you turn your head to look at Wooyoung, it would be nice to ask if he wanted something since he was nice enough to drive here. It was the least you could do anyway.

You blink in surprise at how close your two faces are. Close enough to feel his shaky warm breath on your cheek. His eyes immediately fall to your parted lips as he swallows harshly. You take notice of this, your own eyes following his actions as you watch the tip of his tongue peek out to brush over his lower lip, wetting it. His lips glisten in the harsh lights situated outside the fast-food restaurant, illuminating the skin.

“D-did you want something too?” your voice is almost a whisper as you speak, slowly sinking back into your seat as if whatever just happened would go unnoticed. Wooyoung bites down on the inside of his cheek, shaking his head as an answer before he drives up to the window, seemingly unbothered. You press your back against the heated seat, wondering why your heart suddenly had picked up its speed. At this point in your career, you always found yourself around men, none of which made you nervous simply by existing so close to you. Wooyoung’s expression seemed sour, jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.

A part of you wondered if this was a part of his game that he played with his targets. In which case you’d totally understand why he scored successful deals nine out of ten times. You weren’t sure if you wished for another moment like this or if it was that lone single shot of alcohol you had taken at LUX coming back to make you overthink, so you decide against thinking at all. You are tired, that was the true excuse.

The rest of the drive continues in silence. Yet somehow your earlier plans to overthink had betrayed you as your brain jumped at anything you could connect to Wooyoung. From how you first met, to how you had seen him work his targets, to right now.

“We’re here” Wooyoung announces, stopping by the entrance of the obviously fancy hotel. Even though it was late night, a doorman stood guard and you kind of felt bad for him. You unbuckle your belt and shift to move but sudden pain shoots through your ankle again.

“Fuck” you mumble and look up at Wooyoung who was silently watching you struggle.

“Don’t tell me I have to carry you inside too” he says, wondering why he even bothered helping you if it would have taken so much time. Yet never truly complaining because he honestly hadn’t minded it all that much.

“If it burdens you that much, I’ll just hop on one leg” you scoff, if he chose to help, he might as well go through with helping you all the way to your room. But the Mcdonald’s take-away bag suddenly reminds you that Jisung was in the room and there was no way Wooyoung could find out. “Help me to the elevator at least?” and as Wooyoung opens his mouth to cut you off, you add a silent “Please”.

Wooyoung sighs and gets out of the car as a way of agreeing. He walked around the front before opening the door for you. Shivers run down your spine when the cold air hits your legs but you choose to stay silent, knowing that if you would complain it would only turn into endless bickering between the two of you.

You place a foot on the ground, lifting your hurt ankle up and Wooyoung immediately leans closer to reach for you inside of the car. One of his arms sneak under your thighs while the other wraps around your back, lifting you up into his embrace with ease before shutting the car door with his foot. You stay silent as you let him carry you, eyes trailing back to the golden skin peeking out of his buttoned down shirt once again. Since when is a tiny piece of exposed skin something to be shy of? Your eyes trail further up, running along his neck and sharp jawline. You weren’t sure why you were so keen on disliking him, maybe it was in fact that he was too pretty and that he was aware of it.

Wooyoung sets you down by the elevator. It was as if any time you spent with him, whether it was in the car or him carrying you inside, was over in a few seconds and you felt somewhat disappointed as a weight settled in your lower abdomen. Even though you found yourself surrounded by men almost every weekend, there was none that you had sincerely liked. Then, do you like Wooyoung? Probably not. He simply caught you in a weak moment and that was all. You will probably not hear the end of his heroic actions next weeknd at LUX.

“Well... you’re welcome” Wooyoung teases, straightening up as he pushes the button to call on the elevator. The doors open immediately and you dread leaving him. Wait, dread was too strong of a word.

“Thanks” you reply, putting on a poker face to make sure he wouldn’t crack your ego any further. Wooyoung snorts lightly at your attempt at thanking him, but decides to accept it.

“Well then, see you next weekend, honey” he shrugs and turns to leave, raising his hand above his head to wave goodbye as he walks off. Dick, can’t even face me when he leaves, you think and stumble into the elevator, hissing as painful shocks shoot up your ankle.

“Don’t say it like that, people will think you are someone to me” you raise your voice, knowing he’d be able to hear it.

“And am I not, honey?” he glances over his shoulder but just then, the elevator doors separate you as they trap you into the tight compartment. You sigh, shaking your head to yourself.

The elevator was surrounded by mirrors and you catch yourself staring back at an expression of a teenage girl who had been out on a first date with her crush. Only as you look at yourself do you realize your cheeks had heated up and your lips were pulled up into a tiny smile.

You quickly furrow your brows again, trading the smile for your usual scowl to seem unaffected by anything, or anyone.

The elevator gives a metallic ding to indicate you arrived at your floor. The number 13 stands out in golden numbering, how ironic.

You assume Jisung is asleep because nobody greets you as you enter the hotel room. Throughout the year of living together, you’ve mastered the technique of going into rooms almost soundless. As if you're a mouse sneaking in to steal a piece of cheese. Finally you are away from any watching eyes. Finally you do not need to think about the way you act and what to say.

Your cellphone comes to life as it lights up the hotel room and you curse, hopping towards it on your only useful leg. Who is even awake at this time? Could it be…Wooyoung? No, you can’t expect him to even know your number. And even if he did, why would he text you?

You slide the message open and see an attachment. The number was unknown and you wondered if somebody had sent you a drunk text by accident. You open the image. It does not even take two seconds for you to register what it was. The number 13 stood out in gold and the background wall was a warm beige, just like the one on your floor if not the exact same one. You furrow your brows before a text bubble pops up.

“You got away too quick tonight, thank your little boyfriend for that. Next time, it’s over for you”

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Hell's coming with me [FNAF Renegade AU: Raid]

Deviantart Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Hell-s-coming-with-me-FNAF-Renegade-AU-Raid-985555310

Renegade File Server Lcoation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36911932

Published: Oct 1, 2023

Oh boy this story's been in the works for a while.

And what a way to show off the start off the Raid on the Megaplex.

Because this happens before 'Misremembering the past' and 'Sylvia's investigation reports'.

This fic was inspired by the song "Hell's coming with me" by Poor Man's Poison, if you can't tell from the title. I was on a PMP binge when I started this fic, and another that I've had in the works for way too long.

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Almost everyone who Faz Ent has ever scorned have made it to a special event.

The Raid.

Those fired in the mass layoffs, almost killed by the robots at the resulting Riot, are all coming back. Faz Ent doesn't recognize many of their faces or the weapons they chose to wield, but that doesn't change the facts and their intent.

The wrath of those wronged will lead the investigation.

And it'd be nice to see the megaplex burn, don't' cha think?

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Re-entering the Pizzaplex seemed to be a daunting task, yet, it felt like nothing when they had an army behind them.

Sylvia Blake, Vanessa Diego, and Gregory.

The trio knew they'd step foot in here again from the moment they first left. Gregory's uncanny ability to predict showed him as much about what Vanessa had been forced to revive during her time as Vanny.

They had come back here with an army of law enforcement, jaded ex employees, and individuals negatively impacted by 'big bear' for this very reason.

Even if William would just latch onto someone and revive himself again, Henry's arson had forced William to only operate through a digital form for over sixteen years, effectively killing the main body during that time, and it was only the digital form hijacking the unfortunate beta tester and forcing her to collect remnant that brought what was left of William's physical form back onto a new endoskeleton.

If that would stop him for that long, this should set him back about as much at least, and that doesn't even begin to cover the PR damage that this would do. The 'Help Wanted' VR game project Fazbear Entertainment had tried to use to cover up its wrongdoings already turned into a PR disaster for big bear, less denouncing the rumors and more confirming them, as former staff and conspiracy board regulars alike spoke up in its wake.

Building plans and locations between the Pizzaplex and the restaurant Henry burned down many years ago had already been compared, and the conclusion was that this Pizzaplex was built over the ruins of the sinkhole left in its wake.

Both Sylvia and Vanessa already knew that they'd find the Fazbear restaurant that William burned in underneath this Pizzaplex, Sylvia having been the first to compare building plans after a group of electricians went missing in the raceway, and Ness from having spent long nights down there, tending to a reanimation that she did not want a part in.

Sylvia already saw the Journalist preparing various versions of the same article to to give to all of the different types of newspapers, from scathing hitpieces to academic style reports. She knew that he'd not leave anywhere for Fazbear Entertainment to turn. She also saw the Photographer, a former colleague of hers, snapping more photos than she could imagine, and despite the Fazcam hooked to his belt, he was using a using a Polaroid, which she was thankful for as she didn't want her retinas burning out quite yet.

As she noticed the Photographer still in his old guard uniform, she felt less awkward about wearing hers.

She noticed that tailing the journalist was his wife, the Mechanic, the muscle of that trio. The Mechanic was strong enough to restrain an animatronic and dismantle it with her bear hands, and smart enough to repair it to her own design. Sylvia was glad that she had been available to come along.

She looked to the side and saw the chief of the Chicago police department and her husband, the head of the CPD paranormal department. The former chief was with them, in surprisingly good heath for her age. Thier persistence in uncovering the truth of Freddy's in thier home city lead them all the way out here, and they were ready to finally close this case.

She looked back at Ness, and saw that she was practically hanging off Luis's arm. The duo held a stern demeanour, cold and vengeful. The pain this place had inflicted upon them was great, and she knew they'd not hesitate to burn this place to the ground given the chance. They deserved this chance to dish out thier just deserts.

Nearby, she saw the Private Investigator and his husband, a Software Engineer. The PI's face bore a large scar across the bridge of his nose that reached to the edges of his face, a scar from a fight against a physical manifestation of Glitchtrap. Both the PI and software engineer were skilled and both prepared for all out war.

Cassey and Jeremy were also here. Her having lost her eye and him his face, the two of them wouldn't miss this chance to turn torment back on to William for the world.

Beyond them, on the other side of the room, she saw the gas mask guard, green hair and olive skin. His face was obscured but vengeance burned through the eyeholes as he pressed onwards. He had lost his dad - an electrician - to the building in the basement of this place, and he was here to burn this hellhole down no matter the cost.

She was both surprised and not surprised to see Rachel and her grandpa. They knew this place well, and as now the offensive belonged to the side of the guards, she knew they had some trick up thier sleeve to aid in the investigation.

Patty and her mom were also here, the daughter off her own volition and the mother a mix of her own choice and being a paranormal responder. She would not be surprised if patty played the pied piper and whisked all the wet floor bots away.

A musician and her office clerk wife danced onwards, thier light-hearted attitudes a contrast to the calculations that were going on beneath the surface. The office clerk knew what William was capable of, being posessed by one of his adult victims and almost being a victim of his machines herself. The duo had learned the rythm of the machines of the past and could dance thier way around unseen. Such knowledge and skill was well placed in this crowd.

To thier side, she saw a rather normal looking husband and wife, yet she knew that the woman was a living machine whose killer was the same entity that lived in the burned remains of the restaurant below them, the same restaurant the woman's father had burned to the ground. The woman had killed him once herself, and she'd do it again. Alongside the duo stood the current chief of the hurricane police department and his father, the former chief; a little worse for wear but a vengeful obsession goes a long way.

As she ascended the stairs that lead to the elevators to the atrium, she took a moment to look out onto the floor below, bustling full of fellow vengeful folk who wanted this place gone just as much as she did.

She felt her heart beat in her chest; she hadn't felt comradeship like this since the mass layoffs.

She felt like the commander of an army, like a drifter returning alongside the wronged to raze hell, like a knight in shining armour.

As she gazed across the lobby, the once imposing building felt a lot smaller now.

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kae-karo · 2 years

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{Director’s Cut Ask}

OMG PLEASE GIVE ALL THE DEETS ON THE “Ine-fish-ent” FIC 😭🤍🤍🤍

I reread that fic like once a week, I swear haha 🐠

ITS JUST SO GOOD!

AHHH YES HELLO HI THANK U 💜💜 askldjfjklsdf top tier choice this one was SO much fun to write lmao

for context - send me a fic you want director’s commentary on!

knights of favonius...always so ine-fish-ent - luckae

He just stares, while Kaeya flounders, literally, in the grass.

had to start it off with a pun in case the first one in the title wasn't obvious enough. i think this was my first 'crack treated so seriously that it's no longer crack' fic in genshin? there was a little bit of hand waving and subtle lore worked in, but really the idea behind this one was just...i want to make this as much fun as i can

“Why didn’t you say that it hurt?”

i'm such a sucker for kaeya's nonchalance to an absurd degree about his own pain/suffering/heartbreak/exhaustion, especially when diluc is the one to notice it. and then kaeya has to just downplay diluc's reaction as much as possible so he doesn't have to acknowledge the idea that diluc might care about him

“Ah, of course, how could that have slipped my mind. Certainly my first thought upon meeting you should’ve been ‘by the way, do you happen to be a fish?’”

i just want diluc to be a little unhinged about it all, probably to hide the fact that he's a little unsettled by how attractive kaeya is with a tail lmaooooo. besides the obvious tension between them (as per usual) i also wanted to make sure diluc was, at all times, slightly entranced by kaeya's tail. and, ofc, vehemently in denial about that fact, and trying to blame kaeya for his own attraction lmao

A fish out of water indeed.

i had a great time really leaning into kayea's dramatics in this one - often i let his dramatics be a side effect of like...genuine emotions that he doesn't know how to express, but my goal was a more lighthearted vibe for this fic, so i let his dramatics be more for his own entertainment than some convoluted attempt to show his true feelings

Namely, the sink.

this one is epi-inspired specifically, and literally a cornerstone of this fic in the sense that it set me up for just making as many awkward and embarrassing scenarios for kaeya to get stuck in (and more importantly for diluc to find him in). like, kaeya has spent so long crafting this perfect, aloof, unknowable facade, and it's all shattered magnificently in front of diluc's eyes as he watches kaeya get stuck in a godsforsaken sink lmao. i think that's really a part of what endears diluc to kaeya again too? like, just the sheer vulnerability and seeing behind the curtain in a way kaeya would never allow under typical circumstances, and most of it reminds diluc of when they were kids and kaeya wasn't so distant

“I should’ve left you out in that field,”

“Well, you didn’t.”

if you clocked this as the 'i should've left you on that street corner where you were standing' 'butcha didn't!' meme (x) then u were correct and i commend u for ur miscellaneous meme knowledge

“If you don’t intend to help, then at least leave me to suffer in peace.”

this i think is the first point at which i let kaeya like...actually express his emotions? like, he is mortified, he is way out of his depth (pun intended) and entirely at diluc's mercy, which ultimately is a terrifying thing for him - it's easy enough to keep diluc at a distance when their interactions are limited, to pretend he isn't the same as he was as a kid, but when he's seeing diluc's softer side, it's so much harder for him to deny that he's a caring person. and so much harder to cling to the nonchalance he uses as a proverbial life preserver

and, just as critically, kaeya's show of vulnerability gives diluc the chance to let down his walls as well, if only just a bit. just to laugh at kaeya a tiny bit. and the dam begins to overflow here for both of them, all those old emotions brought back to the surface now that they are, for lack of a better way of putting it, almost forced into vulnerability (kaeya especially)

You didn’t have to do this, not for me. Especially not for me.

ahhh kaeya's old nemesis, a degraded sense of self-worth (especially around diluc). the idea that diluc might be a caring person is perfectly reasonable, the idea that he might care about kaeya though? unthinkable. being presented with tangible proof of that only serves to short-circuit kaeya's thoughts even further. also, pool is a great resource for eventual smut :)

“Do you want to turn back?”

while i didn't harp in either direction on kaeya's adjustment to the merfolk body, i didn't want it to be an easy thing for him to decide on. he has to skirt the truth, a little bit - that he does miss aspects of this - while acknowledging that there are things he would have to give up entirely if he stayed in this form. i think i ultimately knew he'd choose to turn back, but he'd miss it anyway, having his tail back

Maybe hopes that he’ll run, because Kaeya is not entirely sure how to handle having Diluc’s attention when disdain is not involved.

my favorite flavor of kaeya is denial. it is an absolutely terrifying prospect to face the idea that diluc might not hate him, even worse to consider diluc actually liking him, and i think a lot of that falls into this place of comfort for him. he knows that if diluc dislikes him, then there's no chance to hurt him again, and he knows exactly what to expect in terms of diluc's distaste. but if diluc doesn't dislike him, that opens up all kinds of avenues for pain for both parties involved, and kaeya fears that deeply

Kaeya inhales slowly when Diluc pulls his hand away, and Kaeya supposes that he does hypocrisy quite well.

i like a self-aware kaeya? to a degree, anyway. he only lets himself find any kind of awareness for his own emotions when he observes that same thing in the other person - with diluc, it's only if he starts to believe there's a chance diluc actually doesn't hate him. and he absolutely knows when he's being a hypocrite lmao. i think this is partly where a fun contrast comes in between kaeya and diluc, too - kaeya knows his emotions, knows he's a hypocrite. diluc...less so, i think. he fights with his feelings til they settle, while kaeya acknowledges them for long enough to bury them (until they crawl back to the surface without his permission)

Diluc is perfectly relentless,

i talked abt this briefly in another director's commentary, but i find diluc to be the kind of character who holds everything back, then - with the right burst of emotions - all of that explodes. there's less caution, more direct action, whereas kaeya is the type to doubt just a little more? specifically with diluc, but he strikes me as more conservative, more uncertain that his affections are returned, and that ends up manifesting more in his actions when the proverbial dam breaks

“You don’t like me.”

this scene actually ended up more challenging for me than i originally anticipated? i really wanted to encompass kaeya's reservations and doubts without making the whole interaction excessively deep and angsty, and give diluc the space to figure out how to express his emotions in a way that kaeya could hear and accept without it feeling sudden or out of character. ultimately, i went for kaeya provoking diluc, and diluc showing his affection via obviously false denial/avoidance and action which typically suits him far better than words

“They certainly don’t teach that kind of thing to ten-year-olds,”

absolutely critical to make this smut as embarrassing as possible. ofc kaeya has no idea how to have sex in this form lmao. again, really tho, it all comes back to giving kaeya a particular brand of vulnerability that he'd otherwise never have around diluc - apparently, giving him a tail is a requirement lmao

“Yes, Luc. Please fuck me, I’m getting impatient.”

for me, kaeya always has a breaking point - it's not necessarily like diluc's, but there's always a point at which he falls from 'obvious, self-hindering doubt' into 'full acceptance that this is happening and he wants it', and the second he's over that line, he's into it. usually it requires like. diluc-with-his-cock-out levels of obviousness, but ultimately it's some action on diluc's part, and likely because kaeya knows him well enough that actions speak far louder than words

“You didn’t even thank the dear alchemist,” he chides, and Diluc’s stare turns hard.

once again, the goal was to make this story as comedic and fun as possible, including accidental interruptions lmao. and kaeya, ever the tease

Kaeya suspects it’ll be the latter, but he’s always had an especially naive brand of hope when it comes to Diluc.

actually this line basically sums up the way i characterize kaeya - he has it set in his head, what he thinks he knows about diluc, and beneath that, what he does know about diluc. and surrounding it all, he hopes anyway, and all those thoughts and tidbits of knowledge run counter to each other in ways that kaeya consistently fails to reconcile - but at the end of it all, i think he ultimately always has this hope that diluc will be how he was, that he'll like kaeya again, or tolerate him a little more at least

“Just stay.”

between the two of them, i think once there's some sort of acceptance on both parts, diluc tends to be the more forward. not so much that he's great at words, but unlike kaeya - who will come up with every excuse under the sun for why whatever admission or activity that just happened was not a true reflection of diluc's emotions - diluc will just. bluntly state it and make them both acknowledge it

“What do you say, Master Diluc. Care to join me?”

very important to know that, now that albedo has crafted an anti-fish potion, he's managed to backwards-engineer a potion to turn kaeya into his merfolk form. diluc has purchased quite a few of both types and blatantly refuses to answer albedo's questions as to why. kaeya finds it endearing and very hot that diluc likes him both as a fish and not - and they do absolutely traverse out to the ocean so kaeya can swim properly. he spends a whole day out there sometimes, diluc sat on the beach after he's grown tired of swimming along with kaeya, and kaeya will go as far and deep as he reasonably can before returning. the best of both worlds, in a sense, though they definitely still keep the pool

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oceanselevenism · 3 years

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I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

#oceans 11 #oceans eleven #danny ocean #rusty ryan #danny x rusty #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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━━━━━━ 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘… 💋 〈 Below the cut is an intro for Michelle Chae of Chroma // Please 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 to plot, and thanks for reading !! 〉

𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

Hi again, friends !! This is Boone ( 19+ / MDT / HE & HIM ) and you may recognize me as the typist behind Vive’s maknae, Yoo Rioh. I’ve decided to bring in another muse! Like Rioh, Michelle’s just starting out in her career and I can’t wait to see her grow. ♡ To find out more, please read onwards !! I can’t wait until she gets to meet all of your muses !! Oh, here are a few trigger warnings to look out for if you continue to read: mentions of drug addiction and parental abandonment; mentions of slut-shaming and misogyny.

𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘.

MICHELLE RORIN CHAE, b. 19990620

BORN & RAISED IN VALLEY GLEN, CA

FORMER COMPETITIVE FIGURE SKATER

BC ENT / CHROMA & CHROMA EMBER

SUB VOCALIST, SUB RAPPER, VISUAL

𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔.

RESEMBLES KIM MINJEONG ( WINTER ) OF ÆSPA

SHE STANDS AT A MODERATE 163 CM ( 5 FT, 3 IN )

CISGENDER FEMALE, USES SHE / HER PRONOUNS

GEMINI CANCER CUSP, YEAR OF EARTH RABBIT

HETEROFLEXIBLE, KINSEY SCALE #2, CURIOUS

𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖊.

TRAJECTORY / Michelle was born in Valley Glen, CA to David and Heesun Chae—the owners of a struggling restaurant in their neck of the woods. As a kid, she trained to become a figure skater, but when her father bailed on her and her mother because of a drug addiction, she couldn’t afford the expenses for coaching, etc. so she retired from it for now. / Instead of being able to truly enjoy her youth, she had to pick-up after school jobs in order to help her mom with bills, and for awhile, her only source of comfort was spent with guys that showed her affection. Her relationships with boys grossly gave her the title of a “whore” to her peers, so she sadly didn’t have many friends to lean on in high school. / Originally traveled to Korea to earn a nursing degree from SNU, but got scouted by BCE on her first day—prompting her to drop out of school to focus primarily on training. This enraged her mother as the plan was for her to become a nurse so they no longer had to worry about money. / After only a few months of training, she’s selected to debut as a member of Chroma. OTHER FACTS / Not mentioned in her biography is the fact that she grew up in a fairly religious family. Mom and dad were raised Christian, so they raised their daughter the same. She was never into church, though. She always felt as though she was being judged harshly by the others in attendance. Hell, she even thought that of her mother quite often. Her style was never as pristine as her mom would’ve liked and no one understood her interests in the occult, in anime, in video games, and so forth. By the time she was eighteen, she stopped showing up to service altogether—which her mom didn’t like, but respected nevertheless. / She still likes to skate in her spare time... but she doesn’t really have any nowadays. You’d think that she’d be in the dance line due to her past in performance, but since she stopped skating, she’s lost a lot of her flexibility and power. She hopes to improve though! / She’s never had many close female friends, so she looks forward to hopefully bonding with her members as they grow closer. This is something she wants to change about herself a lot. INSPIRATION / For Michelle, I pulled a lot of inspiration from a few different characters from television series, mainly Cassie Howard from Euphoria; Manuella “Manny” Santos from Degrassi: The Next Generation; Tessa Campanelli from Degrassi JH / High; and Britney Orton from We Are Who We Are, among others!

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞.

01. On the surface, Michelle’s reasonably pleasant to be around. She has a deep interest in people, especially those she’s close to, so if you’re a friend of her’s, she genuinely wants to know all about you and deeply cares about how you’re feeling / doing. Some might perceive this high level of intrigue as romantic, and she’s... not ever really going to confirm or deny those types of feelings. She’s a huuuge believer in love and doesn’t want to end up like her parents, but also has no idea what she’s doing when it comes down to it. She didn’t have the best example to look up to, so you know. 02. Michelle’s really talkative, and she’s witty, and she knows how to charm the pants off of most people, and while that’s loud and present in her character, she also has many faults. For one, her emotions are really strong and her mood is easily affected by others and events that occur in day-to-day life, so she has a tendency of being moody. That, and she also isn’t the best “rule follower” either. Does she care that there’s a dating ban in place for she and Chroma? Absolutely not. Did she experiment with drugs and alcohol in high school when they were forbidden to her? Yes. She’s not the best at making decisions, but she believes that taking risks shape better people... even if that belief’s a little skewed. 03. Some people say that she might be a little too “sweet” for her own good sometimes and she’s prone to getting her heart stomped on, but she’s not all that innocent. While she’s a huge believer in love, she’s not exactly good at it. She enters in and out of relationships all the time, and she loves the honeymoon phase, but whenever it starts to get too “real,” she gets nervous and bails. Abandonment issues FTW? A very strong possibility. 04. She’s also empathic to a fault on occasion. It’s easy for her to pick up on the emotions of others and it’s hard for her not to carry them on her shoulders. She’s had a difficult time learning that boundary for herself, and well, at this point, she doesn’t even realize that it’s a thing. Mother taught her how to be kind and nurturing towards loved ones, but she can take it to a degree that isn’t healthy for anyone—especially if love / romance is involved. 05. Her chattiness can sometimes land her in trouble, but that’s because she has a hard time filtering what she says. Her mind runs a mile a minute and her speaking patterns are similar, so sadly, she can’t control what comes out of her mouth sometimes... pray for her.

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉-𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘.

01. If I were to make any sort of “claim” on what I imagine her voice sounding like, it’d be a lot like J from STAYC, maybe with a little mix of fromis_9′s Seoyeon. There’s a delicate husk there, and it’s a little lower than the others, but it’s extremely recognizable and unique. That is her biggest asset as a singer and rapper. She’s not had enough time to truly make drastic improvements to either skill given her short stint as a trainee, but she’s working really hard to get better and doesn’t want to be seen as just a pretty face forever. 02. Dance-wise, she’s actually pretty strong—just nowhere near as trained as Chroma’s dance line. Due to her extensive background in figure skating ( and a little bit of ballet ), she’s got a really natural gracefulness to all of her moves; a fluidity that allows for strong body rolls, etc. Additionally, she focuses on clarity and sharpness, angles, as that’s what she’s most familiar with. Michelle also has great control of her hip-area and often adds variations to moves using her hips. If I were to select a reference, I’d say Oh My Girl’s Arin and TWICE’s Mina. Some of her faults are that her movements are often too light and soft, so whenever power is needed, she lacks strength there. She also has a tendency of making choreography look a little “sensual” without necessarily intending to. 03. Loooves when people call her Mish or Chelle/Shell. Honestly, she adores nicknames—both giving and receiving them. She’s also a heavy user of pet names in conversation, but tries her best to stop if people are uncomfortable with it. 04. Michelle’s typically not afraid of making her affections known, even early on. She’s the type that’ll definitely hit on you if she thinks you’re handsome / attractive, and goes with the flow if the person responds positively. If she gets really cozy with you, she can come off as clingy in the beginning, but that typically subsides with time. That’s applicable to both her friendships and her romantic relationships. 05. Her public image is similar to that of Alice in Wonderland and Snow White—beauties with fair skin and wide eyes; imaginative and curious; trapped in purity and sweetness; soft, feminine, and delicate—but with a slight “edge” because of her rapping and quick wit. It’s hard for her to keep up with it all the time—especially when she’s a bit different personally—and she’s barely starting in her career. She hopes it evolves over time. 06. She’s decided to go by her Korean name as an idol because it made the most sense, to be honest. Though, a few other stage names tossed around were: Chelle, Wooah, Hayan, Rozy, and Baekseol. In the end, she’s happy she’s just Rorin or Michelle to everyone.

𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙-𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘.

This section will be updated when her plots page is complete. Please look forward to it !! I’m getting it done as fast as I can. In the meantime, I’m happy to brainstorm and look over your muses’ plots pages too !! ♡

#〈 INTRODUCTION. 〉#〈 YOUR ONE & ONLY. 〉

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Hello! I'm a new Yibo fan and I'm so confused right now.. what show should I watch first? Can you recommend me a few? 😅 (I've seen The Untamed) Thank you in advance.

AWW hi!!! no problem!!! welcome ~~

i started with dramas so here are the dramas that come to mind!

dramas:

- gank your heart - you can find it fully subbed on dailymotion . the story is mainly centered around gaming and teamwork (??) and the romance aspect is a little meh, but i think gyh is what made me stan yibo because i was in awe at his versatility as an actor, and it was a complete 180 from watching him play lan wangji !

- love actually - you can find it fully subbed on viki . um i didn’t really like this one even though i was kind of excited not only bc of yibo but also the leading lady being chen qiaoen the queen!! again, it shows you how versatile yibo is as an actor (he was 20 at the time and his acting was so good!!!) b/c in this drama he plays a BRAT. LOL i would watch for the yibo cuts but tbh i stopped watching after skipping through 10 episodes

- lover’s confession - not a drama, it’s more of a short film but it’s so cute! you can watch it subbed on youtube. again i recommend this one because he exudes huge boyfriend vibes in this and it’s just so cute to watch. so much yibotonin hahah!!

he has a few dramas either in the making, in post-production, or have yet to be released, so be on the lookout for those!

idol life:

so if you’ve looked into yibo you probably know that yibo is a cpop/kpop idol as part of the boy group uniq! he trained w/ uniq for years and they’re like a second family to him, and watching uniq videos really gives you a deeper understanding of how he became who he is today!

- the best debut - a 3 episode show that follows uniq a bit after their debut. a smol yibo can be found in this show. it’s hilarious!!!! ep 1 | ep 2 | ep 3

- subbed uniq content - here and here you can find subbed videos of uniq (interviews, show appearances, etc) i recommend watching the yinyuetai big guest episodes they guested on bc they were so funny!!!

- uniq youtube channel - you can find all their mvs, behind the scenes, and dance practices on this channel. yibo is a PHENOMENAL DANCER!!!

their one takes are fun to watch, here’s a couple: good boy | idk what’s happening but eventually yibo gets hit in the balls by seungyoun who claims he only wanted to slap his butt

celebrate m/v making: INSTANT SERATONIN BOOST

- livestreams: uniq livestreams on vlive!! yibo is so SMALL in these istg. here’s a couple! rap line | yizhibo segment (not vlive) | yibo is loud

- inception dance channel - yuehua ent dance team who dance with uniq (as a group but also individually) and choreograph their dances. you can find yibo’s dance videos here too!

-yh 10th anniversary concert (most recent uniq “group” crumbs): part 1 | part 2 | part 3

variety tv shows/others:

- day day up - yibo is an mc for it and has been since april 2016! the more recent episodes (starting from 2019 i think) are subbed on youtube and the mgtv app! here’s the latest updated w/ subs one on youtube (the sunday before the most recent sunday), here’s the one where he’s babysitting juanjuan, and here’s one i’m throwing in because i really enjoyed it! but if you search up day day up eng sub the titles that have [eng sub] in them have soft subs!

- happy camp - really popular show that’s super funny & informational as well! yibo has been on it three times, with uniq, with next and cheng xiao, and with xiao zhan

- one more try - a skateboarding reality show! yibo LOVES skateboarding too! i haven’t seen much of it but i’ve heard from other fans that it’s a fun watch! ep 1

- motorcycle documentary - yibo’s also a professional motorbike racer, and in celebration of being 5 years since yibo was released as a uniq member, they released this documentary focused on his motorcycle career! part 1 | part 2

- produce 101 china - a survival show based off of the korean “produce” survival show franchise. yibo was a dance mentor and helped coach the girls in the dance aspect. you could skip through and watch it for yibo, but i personally enjoyed watching the girls too! yibo also got really popular off this show because he was well-liked by both the contestants and the mentors! ep 1

i also wanna include ep 8 , 01:59:50 because the mentors started praising yibo’s growth and personality and it made me emotional

umm this became kind of long but i hope you can pick and choose from some :’)) enjoy!!!

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Dancing in the Rain

Summary: The title says it all. Patton convinces his husband to go for a walk on a day with gray clouds. And when it rains, they do what everyone would do. They go home? Nope! They dance.

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders (Roman and Virgil are mentioned)

Pairing: Logicality (mentioned Prinxiety)

Words: 1096 of fluff and love

Warnings: Nothing! (I think, please let me know if there are)

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It was a quiet morning. The sky was a little gray but Logan didn’t think much of it. He had nowhere to be after all. He got to spend the day inside with a book in his hand, a cup of tea on the table next to him, and his beloved at his side. Patton was currently half asleep with his head lying in Logan’s lap. When Logan wasn’t sipping his tea he was running his fingers through Patton’s curls.

Yeah, today was going to be a peaceful day.

Apparently, Patton had other plans.

His head shot up, “let’s go to the park!” he said, excitement shining in his eyes.

“Patton, it’s most certainly going to rain. Look at the clouds,” Logan responded, pointing outside.

“Well, that’s okay. We can bring an umbrella!” he exclaimed, suddenly jumping up from the couch. “Come on! Please” he said, looking softly down at Logan.

Well, there went Logan’s rational thinking. With those puppy eyes, the decision was already made. He could argue with himself as much as he liked, but in the end, he knew he would choose to say yes. The puppy eyes were no match for him.

“Very well, Honey, if we’re lucky we can make it back home before it starts raining”

He was immediately engulfed in a hug that almost knocked him over. Not that it would be the first time that had happened. Patton sometimes didn’t know his own strength, and they both had a terrible balance. More than once had they ended up on the floor. Logan would never get tired of his husband’s enthusiasm though.

They walked hand in hand towards the park. On their way there they met several dogs, and of course, Patton stopped to pet every single one of them. He gave them scratches and nose boops. Every time he spotted another dog there was a certain spark in his eyes. Logan couldn’t help but fall a little deeper in love each time it happened.

Logan noticed the clouds getting darker, but one look at the lovely smile on his partner’s face convinced him to not comment on it.

Logan had to admit that even though it was dark outside, it was quite a beautiful day. Nature was painted with all the stunning orange and brown hues of fall. It truly was magnificent to see. Logan was glad he had agreed to go on this walk with Patton.

Their hands were still interlocked as they sat down on a bench. Patton put his head on Logan’s shoulder, and they sat in silence for a while, admiring the sight around them.

Patton looked up at Logan, with love in his eyes.

“Remember when we used to take walks like this one in college?”

Logan knew exactly which walks he was referring to. The remembrance of them made a soft smile appear on his face.

“Mhm, of course I do. You would always drag me out of the dorm to go on a walk whenever you saw me overworking myself” he said, with a fond look in his eyes.

“We’ve come such a long way from stupid teenagers pining after each other. Remember that time Roman and Virgil almost locked us in a closet because they wanted us to confess?” he asked, as a giggle escaped from his mouth.

“Yes, and if I remember correctly, we almost did the same thing a few years after. They were no better than us. I’m glad they figured it out. It made me realize how annoying we had been” Logan responded, as he remembered all the eye rolls he had done at that time.

They were once again sat in silence enjoying the quietness. Not many people decide to go on a walk when the clouds are gray.

Logan was just about to ask if they should head home when a drop of rain hit his nose. And another. And another.

Well, there went the plan of getting home before it rained. Maybe they could still find some cover before they were going to look like they had just gone swimming with their clothes on.

Only one small problem. It did not look like finding cover was something Patton planned on doing. He had a mischievous yet excited look in his eyes.

“Let’s dance!”

“Patton, it’s pouring rain. We’re gonna get soaked, and then we’re gonna get sick!”

“No, come on, it’s gonna be fun”

And that’s a return of the puppy eyes. Logan had already lost. As long as he was spending time with his beloved, then he was not mad about it.

None of them knew how to dance, but they made it work. Swinging each other around, jumping up and down, spinning until they were dizzy. If someone were to see them right now, they would probably think they looked stupid. But they were having fun, so none of that mattered. Normally, Logan didn’t like being seen as silly, but when it was with Patton, he didn’t care. Their laughter could be heard in the whole park.

As they got tired they stopped dancing as wildly as before and put their foreheads together, stepping gently from side to side, and looking at each other with fond smiles on their faces.

“I love you,” Patton said softly. The sky was most certainly not clear, but the love in his eyes could not have been clearer.

“I love you too, Dear” Logan responded, as their lips met in a brief kiss.

And just like the first raindrop had come followed by another and another, so did the kisses. Patton peppered him in small kisses all over his face. On his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth, his forehead. Ending with another one to the lips. This time it was a lingering one. They didn’t even notice that it stopped raining.

They walked home exactly how they had walked there. Hand in hand. The only difference was that they now were soaking wet.

When they got home they took a hot shower and changed into pajamas. Patton made hot chocolate and Logan ordered some pizza they could eat for dinner. After that, they cuddled up on the couch with a thousand blankets and a bowl of popcorn for one of their movie nights.

And when they woke up the next day with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, well, none of them really cared. They got to spend a wonderful day with the person they love. A few sneezes would not ruin the new fond memory they could look back on.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

I made a post a few months ago about Logicality dancing in the rain and I finally wrote something with it! This is my first time writing Logicality so it might be a bit out of character. Sorry.

Also, I may have written this because I didn’t know how to start writing my assignment for school. Whoopsie. We gotta love procrastination.

Taglist thingy: @naturaldee-saster @ent-is-undecisive

If you want to be on my taglist, let me know.

#logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #birdie writes

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Fandom: SVU

Title:Epitaph Song

Chapter: 1 Down South

P O V: Amanda Rollins

Billy's Diner

Loganville, GA 2020

(A/N: Thank you as always for the readers who take the time to review, favorite or follow. As usual I own none of these SVU characters just my original characters. All others belong to NBC, Dick Wolf and Wold Ent. Jessie, Billie do not exist in this fic, I am still deciding if Noah dose or not. If you have a preference as to if you want Noah in it or not hit me up reviews motivate me.)

"Oh, Air Condition, thank God! It's hotter than a roasted pig on a skewer out there." Olivia Benson's laugh is light and airy as we enter the restaurant. "Oh, Amanda, I love your expressions, don't ever change. Seriously your southern drawl is so cute. Don't ever lose it."

"No worries, Olivia; it's been nearly ten years since I moved to New York. I haven't lost it yet." "Thanks again for coming down south with me. It means a lot."

"Your welcome Amanda, are you feeling any better since this weekend?" Shaking the soreness out of my weary bones I feel a yawn snaking up my jawlines as I try to fight it off to no avail, the yawn is relentless in its attempt to escape.

"A little thanks I am still tired and nausea I don't know why I slept all weekend, yet I still feel dizziness not as much as this weekend, but I am still weakened almost as if I am drained of all energy." Sliding into the booth, I lean back against the cool plastic backboard. "I'm sorry for calling out on you this weekend, Captain."

"Amanda, please, stop don't worry about it your health is too important don't apologize." "I am sorry, Liv, not just for this weekend, but now we're both away from NYC."

"Because your dad passed away, Amanda, we're not here on vacation. Kat and Fin understand, and Chief Garland sent two detectives to help out, SVU is covered. Please take some of this concern and apply it to yourself; you lost your dad. I know you haven't been close to him in years, but he is still your dad, give yourself the allowance to mourn, Amanda. Don't hide your emotions down and pretend that everything is perfectly fine."

"I don't think it's hit me yet, Olivia. I just don't feel anything." Olivia's hand slips over my hand as we lay them on the table, waiting on the waitress to come over to us. "It will Amanda, I don't know when sweetie, it may take weeks, days, months, but it will hit you. I just want you to know that I am here, honey, whenever you want to talk."

"Thank you, Liv; I appreciate this jester I know we haven't always been close, but I love the friendship that has been built over the last four years." "As do I Amanda. I love the trust that we've built within each other, the respect. Where is the waitress?"

"Liv, it's the south; we take our sweet time with everything, ain't no rushin' in the country life."

"You ever miss living down here, Peach?" "Honestly, Liv, there are parts I miss like my family, friends. I miss the comfort in knowing there is always someone here who will have your back. What I don't miss is everyone knowing everyone else business."

"Is that a true thing? Everyone else knows each other's business?"

As if God was given me a clue incomes Betsy Jane Rose "Oh, my bless my heart Amanda-Taylor Rollins, is that truly you?" I pick my head up, gritting my teeth as she comes flying inside the restaurant arms wild "Betsy Jane Mary-Sue it sure is, wow child it's been yonders since you've rolled back into these parts."

"Oh, I am so sorry about your daddy, such a shame bless your heart honey-bee."

"Oh well, how sweet of you, Ms. Betsy, so very kind of you thank you, how did you hear about my daddy's passing per se? We didn't put it in the Tribune or online."

"Oh, Sugar, you know how these things work, Lord, who needs that dingy old paper when we gave word of mouth. Has it been that long Darlin? Surely you remember the good old Betsy-Jane- Mary-Sue train."

"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. Oh Amanda, let me enlighten you wow New York City has slapped you silly, child. Anyways So Mary-Jo Higgins oh heavens I was born at night, but not last night! Duh, of course, you don't know who Mary-Jo Higgins is, well back in our days of youth she went by Mary-Jo Robins, so any who baby, Mary-Jo is now an RN."

"That's a Registered Nurse, by the way." "Yes, Ms. Rose, I know what an RN is."

"So yeah Mary-Jo works a that's Loganville Medical Center where your daddy was brought to by the Ambulance. So Mary-Jo was there when he passed bless his heart so Mary-Jo well you know good ol' Mary-Jo never could keep a secret so of course, she told her Mama who had to run down to the Salon to say to Ms. Sue who of course told the whole Salon."

Both of us laugh, "How did you find out, darlin?"

"Oh, you know this little thing called HIPPA they like to notify the Next of Kin, and since my parents you know divorced many moons ago, that would make me the eldest child his next of kin, since he hasn't gotten to remarry yet."

"Speaking of kin-folk dear, where is that sister of yours? She straighten her life out yet? Kimberly coming on her own?"

"No, Ma'am, I'm afraid she ain't gonna make it, you know the whole being in jail thing it kind of puts a cramp on a person's freedom. Thank you so much for coming over though, I sure don't want to keep you."

I don't give her a chance to answer quickly, sliding back into the booth turning to Olivia. Just as our waitress comes over. "good afternoon- honey pies, what can I get you ladies?" after we order, I lean back as Olivia starts to laugh, unable to hold in her amusement over Ms. Rose any longer. "So that's how news travels down south Captain." eagle eyeing Betsy across the room, I can already see she's on her cell phone. "Well, the whole damn town will know I am back soon enough." "that has to be frustrating, Amanda." "Oh, Liv, you ain't got a clue. Every day dealing with women like, is there any doubt about why I got out of here faster than a bat out of hell."

I stay silent about the other reason I left Georgia as soon as I was old enough my sexuality there's no room for differences here in the good old south. No way could I tell Olivia this though she has no idea I am a lesbian. "So, is your Mom coming?" "Lord, no Liv she's up in NY taking care of Mason, Mama said she was sorry the son of a bitch died, but she dumped his ass years ago, let his new hussy handle the affairs."

"My dear new sister, who I haven't even met yet. She's handling everything as per my dad's living will."

"Amanda, I am so sorry." "Don't be Olivia, I am fine." "Of course you are." I don't reply not because I don't have the response in me but because the doors burst open and a vast mass of people come pouring into the already packed diner.

"Amanda! It is true! You are back!" Tommy Jake Edwards "TJ" calls out "Yo Ms. Betsy Jane was right boys. Good Ol Rollins is back in town." there are rumblings from the entire group of men "Liv meet the former jocks of Loganville High School Pyro Red Devils who ruled LHS's halls from 1996-1999."

"Rollins, how can you sneak back into town and say nothing? Yo, Rollins, that is rude! I thought we were your boys!"

"Bump that T-rolls, I am pissed forget these clowns, I am your cousin! Uncle Jimmy is my kin-folk too. Where's my love?"

"Hey, Jensen, I just got back into town like literally ten minutes ago. I'm sorry it's been crazy these last few days. My head is still spinning. I haven't told anyone yet, sorry, truly."

Jensen's arms wrap around me tightly. "No worries, cuz. I got you. I am sorry I know you and your Pa wasn't close but damn it still sucks." "Thanks, Jensen, yeah, it does."

Coming out of his hug, I'm met by his brother Blake who I hug as tightly. "Yo boys will catch you later going to hang with family." the rest of the crew waves blowing me kisses as Liv, and I make room for these two. "Hi. I'm Olivia Benson, Amanda's boss, and friend."

"Oh honey-child we know who you are, we've heard all about you now haven't we Blake?" "Oh, yes, Yes, we have well let us introduce ourselves since Miss. Amanda has the manners of a pig. I am Blake Yankee; Jensen is my twin brother; our Mama is Amanda's dad sister."

"Were you three close growing up?" "Oh, tighter than chili papers, Mama, us, and our uncle TC's kids, our cousins Alonso and Scottie, are coming in tomorrow." "They called us the Rollin- Yankee-Terrors." Sipping my sweet tea, I groan, remembering all the names the seven of us use to get growing up. "don't tell her that she is my boss."

"Oh relax Junebug, it ain't like I told her about the time you put laxatives in Ernie Reynaldo's cornbread when you were ten and locked him in the outhouse for the whole day and told our teacher he ran away to the circus."

Olivia laughs so loudly. I feel my temperature rise in my face. "You what?" my face buries into the palms of my hands. "Yo, boy, that was nothing. Remember when we were twelve, and Kyle Kane told Manda she was uglier than a burnt barn, she took his pants and underwear while he was changing and threw it into the river."

Both boys bang on the table laughing, shoving each other as Olivia arched an eyebrow in my direction "Oh, yeah I do, she let the anger seethe inside all week till Saturday when the whole town was gathered for the annual fishing competition. When Kyle's dad was with the reporter for Atlanta news, Kyle comes walking bare-ass naked; the entire town saw him walking his little dude swinging in the breeze. Kyle was grounded for months. "

My embarrassment only increases as I lay my head down, groaning while all three laugh. "Oh, God, even as a kid, Amanda, you were a rule-breaker and a little shit-head." I feel Olivia's hand stroke mine laughing as she hangs her head down tears running down her face, which a lovely rose color.

I only pick my head up when the food arrives, feeling my whole body shiver and jolt as I lean back, smelling the greasy food. Reaching for the ketchup, I pop a fry in my mouth. I still can't shake this feeling of being drained or the tightness in my head.

"Oh My." another voice pops into my world as I see Mr. Jason Axson and Mrs. Janet Axson coming in with their two kids Christopher 17, Savannah 14. her voice cuts through the air. "How are you, Sugar?' "I am just peachy; thank you, just enjoying dinner with my family, here."

"Oh, of course, we don't mean to interrupt. You could use the food; obliviously, you are mighty thin sugar. Your daddy was right; they are working your tail to its bone up there in that big city unless you are sick again, darling."

"No Ma'am, I am right as a peach as I said, but I am trying to enjoy my dinner." "Yeah, Janet let these nice folks eat; worry about our own family; I do apologize, Miss. Amanda lovely to see you again, we shall pop in at another time."

Olivia's eyes stare right into mine. I know she's wondering about the "Are you sick again" line my face flushes as I look down, avoiding her eyes and the question. Another part of my past she has no idea about, My stomach rolls as I think about all the secrets and pressures I have on top of me, none of which Olivia needs to add to her plate.

"I need to use the bathroom, I'll be back, excuse me." getting up I start to head there, of course, a two-minute walk becomes ten as I am stopped by multiple people offering their condolences. My back hits the wall just as another wave of dizziness hits me; I do everything inside of me not to show it to anyone, I can see Olivia's eyes on me from across the room. Yet it isn't Olivia who catches my attention, rare I know.

This time, Savannah's voice so young, scared, and nervous. I am standing right next to their table as I hear Savannah say. "Mama, Daddy, I have something to tell you." Savannah's beautiful emerald eyes glisten as she stares at her parents. "I am a Lesbian, and I plan to come out this weekend at the prom."

Savannah's courage freezes me. I am forty and don't have the courage she has at fourteen-years-old. I can't think fast enough to react before her mom is out of her chair, smacking Savannah across her face. "You are not gay! Stop your lying, you fifthly whore! Who put these lies in your head? You are a good girl, a good baptist girl. Take it back!"

"No Mama, I can't I won't because I am gay, and yes I am a good girl, I am a baptist and MVP for the last two years in all the southern regions. I will play at college, and I will go pro, and my sexuality won't stop me from doing any of that."

"Fool, of course, it will, but you won't have to because you are not gay!"

"Mama, I am please just listen to me. Stop being such a bitch."

Her dad jumps up, grabbing at Savannah as I react, finally racing towards Savannah as Jason starts yelling. "Don't talk to your mother that way! Ever! No daughter of mine will be a sinner! I could deal with you being pregnant, not this! This is unforgivable. You either get over this phrase you little slut or you are OUT OF THIS FAMILY! Let's go now, Christopher, Janet leave her."

I hurry towards Savannah, who is trying with her whole body to remain strong as her family walks out. I know her face is stinging from the assault, but it's nothing like the pain in her soul. The rest of the restaurant sits there, not offering to help just turning to their families. My hands connect to Savannah's as I help her sit down "Sweetie, I am so sorry that your parents reacted to you."

"It's okay, ma'am, I excepted this. It was so so stupid-crazy to even except for any different outcome."

"No honey, it isn't it's not crazy or stupid to except unconditional love from your family; that's what parents are supposed to do. Of course, you wanted to tell them living in secrets, hiding who you are, it's exhausting. The if only or what-ifs or the I should have's, they take their tolls."

"It's 2020, not 1990 times have changed; maybe the south should catch up." My hands rub Savannah's back softly. "I'm from here honey, so I get it baby-girl I know how scary accepting your sexuality is, I know how painful it is to hold this all inside, to feel as if you ain't normal simply because you don't feel fireworks when the popular jocks kiss you."

"I knew that when I was thirteen, I felt it already I was great to hang out with boys all day when it came to playing ball, or telling dirty jokes or pulling pranks, but when it came to who I was attracted to sexually or emotionally, guys they just didn't do it for me. I could feel myself gravitating toward girls in ways that I didn't with boys."

"Don't let your sexual identity label you or define you—whether it be as lesbian, bisexual, asexual, or another term—how you choose to label yourself is not based on a checklist. You can still be everything you just told your parents; you can play any instrument you want to learn, you can be the best damn softball player this world's ever seen."

"Savannah, I started figuring it out at thirteen, but I didn't let myself act physically until I was 16, I kissed a girl at a party for the first time, and it was magical. Everything flowed so naturally, my body just knew what to do. I reacted to her in a way that felt right—the way I had always envisioned the first kiss to be. I tried saying I was bisexual for a quick minute and even had sex with several guys to prove that I wasn't an abomination the way the church, my family, and everyone else in this town always said gay people are. Still, I could feel myself gravitating toward girls in ways that I didn't with boys."

"Did your family accept you?"

"I don't know I never told anyone I was too scared. It was a different time back then before it got better or internet support. There were no Gay pride parades even now at forty living in NYC, a place filled with cultural and sexuality differences. I am still living in that small-town mindset. I can't tell anyone. I can't even tell the woman who I am madly in love with who I know is so accepting of people. Because I am still afraid that even with an open mind as beautiful as Olivia's, I am afraid she'll reject me."

"Savannah, I know this feels like the end of the world right now, it's not I am right by your side. I will support you; you can stay with me. Will get through this together."

"Thank you, Miss. Amanda. Thank you so much. I think you should tell this Olivia lady how you feel. Even with my parent's rejection, I feel such a weight off my chest; I feel as if I can finally breathe."

"Amanda, maybe you should listen to Savannah, she seems like a brave young lady, and I love women who are strong in body, mind, and spirit. You have a very sexy strong body, and I know your mind is sharp, so if you get some balls Amanda and tell me how you feel face to face, I think we might be able to make a beautiful connection, of our minds, souls and our bodies." Olivia's voice completely freezes every sense, emotion and body function inside of me. I can't speak, think, move or even breathe.

Did she just hear me confess my deepest feelings for her?

#rolivia #svu season 21 #svu fanfiction #svu fandom #amanda rollins #olivia benson

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chiwoos-moved · 4 years

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uh uh uhhhhhh how abt elris, treasure n onf !

ok i’ll put elris first nd then a read more bc this’ll be long dslfjkdasf thank you !!!! sm !!!!!!

also putting this here bc if i put it under the cut then it will not be seen : send a kpop group !!!

elris

do i already stan them? yes | only for the music | attempting to | no (been attempting to for. ages i am terrible)

who or what caught my attention :

i cannot remember her name but the orange-haired one in the pow pow mv !! when i giffed that mv i was like :00000

why i want to stan :

their songs that i’ve listened to so far have been rly fun nd !! they just seem like fun gals !!! also i tried watching like,,, guides nd stuff for them but i guess none of their names stuck nd that makes me sad 😭

what i already know about them :

uhhh 2 members joined like 3 years after their debut ? i think ? that is all i know dalkfjdsafkl

current favorite member :

ms. orange-haired gal from the pow pow mv who i need to figure out the name of again sdakjflsak

a question i have for veteran fans :

uhhhhhHHH what videos would you recommend to help get into them properly bc i obviously am not good at finding good ones

treasure

do i already stan them? yes !! | only for the music | attempting to | no

my bias + bias wrecker :

i think everyone knows my ult is yoshi at this point but did u guys know. that i . . . .. .am actually a whole japan line stan (i love all 4 of them !!!! apparently not equally but. i am going to blame that on yoshi) !!! bias wreckers are yedam nd doyoung dlksjfas

first time i heard of them :

i actually heard about them back when yg treasure box was airing but i never. got into it bc i rly do not like yg ent at all

when i became a fan :

hold on lemme check when this blog was made bc i made it the day after i got into them bc i speedran learning all 12 of their names uhhh sep 14th for an exact date !!!

favorite (and least favorite) title track :

fave title track at the moment is Definitely i love you i have had it on loop since it came out,,, that only leaves boy for least favorite but that is doing it a disservice bc i love it too much to claim it’s my least fave sdlkjklfasjldf

favorite (and least favorite) b-side :

come to me !!!!!!!!!!! the selfie ver. video they had for it is so cute that was the deciding factor here,,,,, again they only have 1 other b-side nd that’s bling like this i hate it here jsdlafkdjsfa but by default blt is least fave :(

favorite (and least favorite) mv :

does come to me (selfie ver.) count as an mv. if not then uhhh i love you

favorite (and least favorite) album :

this is a very unfair question for a group who only have 2 albums that i love dearly dslfkjdsafk

a concept i wished they’d try :

what concept was a.c.e’s undercover,,,,, that

what i like most about them :

every single member !!! is bias material !!! that is difficult to get from me with larger groups normally there’s one member i don’t like as much as the others but with treasure i love all of them :((( they really seem like they’re gonna be BIG vv shortly (like they’re already p big just from debuting nd all that bc yg treasure box but i mean like. big big if that makes sense lsdkflkasdjf)

onf

do i already stan them? yes | only for the music | attempting to | no

my bias + bias wrecker :

minkyun nd yuto are tied for bias atm nd all of them are bias wreckers !!

first time i heard of them :

actually back in 2018 when complete came out bc i found the mv when i was looking for new songs nd was obsessed w/ that song dskjflksdjaf

when i became a fan :

,,,,,probably right after rtk ended ? i do not remember dklsfjdlska but i completely forgot about them after finding complete nd when i saw them again i was like WAIT I WAS GETTING INTO THEM nd finally. did it

favorite (and least favorite) title track :

complete is my fave bc it is what technically got me into them nd least fave is uhh,,,, their new one ? which i cannot remember how to spell the first word of ?? the swimming one but only bc i haven’t listened to it much 😭

favorite (and least favorite) b-side :

fave is moscow moscow nd i genuinely do not have a least fave bc i haven’t listened to the rest of their b-sides kldsjfkldasjf

favorite (and least favorite) mv :

i think,,,, maybe,,,,, we must love ? or complete (again) kdsafjldafsj i do not know which is my fave nd i am going to have to say their newest one is my least fave bc i watched it once nd forgot it existed oop

favorite (and least favorite) album :

still need to go through nd listen to their albums aside from title tracks so i have no clue lksdjlksdafj

a concept i wished they’d try :

i rly can’t think of any for them 😳

what i like most about them :

they have. such nice vibes. all of them

#sage!#💕𖦹꒰ mutuals ꒱#📮𖦹꒰ mailbox ꒱#ask games #whew this is long

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liskobot · 4 years

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Dear god, this took forever.

But here, have a long-ass fic for the whole Cinderella/Cinderterra/Masquerade scenario

Oh, Cinderella. With a wicked stepmother and step sisters always green with envy, she is kept locked inside and in rags. No hopes of possibly attending the royal ball.

All until the appearence of her fairy godmother, who graces her with freedom and a total transformation for the evening.

Like a dream come true she arrives at the ball, meets and enchants her Prince Charming. Even as the clock strikes midnight and the spell wears off, after her escape from the ball, she is eventually found by and reunited with her prince. And the two live happily ever after.

The type of fairytale one can only dream of experiencing.

...

Or maybe not.

Rumors travel fast. Especially so in a small marketplace in an already small town.

The current rumor being that the upcoming masquerade to be hosted was for the king to find a spouse.

Terra found this a little odd, seeing as Sunstar had been in rule for years without a spouse nor the public asking him to get one.

Well, not that it was any of his business in the end. He wouldn't be making his way to the masquerade regardless- he'd long lost his lands and title and as such had no place in such events. Not to mention that the general public was under the assumption he had long ago perished (and he intended to keep it that way)

"-thank you, here's your pay!"

Terra gave a nod as he handed over the basket of flowers, receiving a small pouch of gold coins in return. Even the small town folk were decorating for all the coming festivities. Flowers were a popular choice, which meant a profit for him. There weren't many gardeners in this small town, let alone ones with such vibrantly colored flowers.

After a quick detour to fetch dinner, Terra started heading back to his cottage at the edge of the forest. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was home. After he'd lost everything and went into hiding, he'd spent some time living from makeshift shelter to makeshift shelter. He'd felt too ashamed and guilty to show his face or ask for help-

Though in the end, he ended up receiving help anyway.

"Yo!" Came a voice from ahead "Didn't realize you were out for the day"

It was about a year after losing his homeland, that Terra was found by Mercury. Surprisingly, he let Terra continue living as he was- No pressuring him into informing the others of his 'still very much alive' state or the like. Instead, he'd given him a small spot on the border of his lands to live on, helping him build his small cottage even.

Simply for the price of helping him with the 'fancy etiquette stuff' as Mercury put it. And the occasional deals and paperwork he didn't understand. Like some kind of secret advisor.

"The people are decorating for the festivities- they're buying a lot of flowers"

"I can imagine- you must be making some serious bank right now"

"I suppose. I'll be adding most of the profits to my savings for winter however"

Mercury groans, dramatically leaning backwards.

"Boo, that's boring. You know, I could easily just lend you money"

Terra looks unamused "I'd rather not be monetarily dependant on you. Not to mention that if you were found out, it'd likely turn into a scandal"

"Only if I were found out" Mercury says with a grin. "You need to live a little anyway" Terra rolls his eyes.

"Did you need help with something?"

"I was getting to that- well, as you already know, the masquerade is coming up"

"...yes?"

"Well, I really don't want to go"

Terra's expression turns from inquisitive back to unamused. It was hard to believe that Mercury was in charge of anything, really.

"You and the other rulers were invited specifically. Not going would likely bring up some questions"

"Yes yes, I know. Buuuuut, I was thinking- if I already had other plans for that day, it'd be fine if i just sent someone else in my place!"

Terra had a bad feeling about this.

"So, Terra, go to the masquerade in my stead!"

...

"What"

---

"Why in the stars would you think it'd be a good idea to make me of all people go?" The two had relocated inside the cottage, Terra preparing tea to go with his lunch.

"Come ooon, it makes sense to me! You need to live a little and it's a masquerade- no one's gonna know who you are! Besides, you were always better than me at all the fancy schmancy etiquette stuff. You'd fit right in" Mercury waves his hand around as he speaks, seated by a table in Terra's small kitchen area.

"And if i were found out?"

"You wouldn't be found out- it's been years and you look different from then, i highly doubt folks would recognize you.

And even in the rare chance someone did find you out- they're not gonna pelt tomatoes at you, dude. At most they might be confused about your silence all these years- I know i was when I found you out"

Silence. Even without a word or change in expression from Terra, it was clear his mood had shifted rather dramatically, making Mercury wince internally. But, might as well double down now.

"Don't you miss the others at all, even a little bit? You could see how they're all doing first hand for once and not just relying on news"

...

"...Don't you at least want to see Sun again?"

Terra finally gives a reaction by frowning.

"You're cruel to use him against me"

And so the days went by, slowly turning to weeks. In the midst of selling flowers for folks all over the town and even over, Mercury brought one of his seamstresses over to suit Terra with something for the evening.

Eventually final flower arrangements were sold, and his gowns final fitting was done as well. It didn't take long until it was the evening of the masquerade, town streets lit up with colorful lights and candles. Not to mention the decorations that were still left out from the celebrations during the weeks leading up to the main event.

It'd been a long time since Sunstar last hosted such a party, so the people had been very excited.

"Terraaa" Mercury knocked on the cottage door "It's go time- you can't bail on me now!"

After a moment of continuous knocking, the door opens, revealing a tad peeved looking Terra. Looks like he'd still been working on that day, his hair tied up and some dirt on his apron and gloves. "You could stand to be a bit more patient"

"You could stand to be a bit more prepared! What's with the dirt? I thought you were done with planting for a good while?"

"I am- but I had to move these indoors," Terra gestures to a few pots of plants that were blooming pale blue flowers. "because of the temperature dropping. They're sensitive and would likely only survive a few days in the current weather"

Mercury inspects the flowers a little closer. Upon further inspection he does remember seeing them outside, by the entrance to Terra's cottage actually

"What, were people not interested in buying these or something?"

"They're not for sale. They're from my homeland." Terra speaks, retreating to his bathroom to clean up.

"Ah"

Once Terra was done cleaning up, he was again fitted into his gown- a dark navy blue piece, with a sheer neckline and arms. On the waist, almost star-like pale yellow stones, color akin to the small bit of embroidery below the neckline. Can't forget the elbow length gloves either.

Top it all off with his mask, deer antlers protruding from the top. Yet the mask sat quite snug in it's place, Terra not really feeling the weight of the antlers on his head.

Mercury seems rather pleased with himself, humming as he does a quick walk around Terra while his stylist finishes braiding his hair.

"The seamstress really chose well- well suited yet not too flashy"

Terra gives a simple hum in return, as the two move outside to the waiting carriage.

"You'll be fine, you'll be fine. Alhough the masquerades doors are actually open for all, you'll still need to make your presence known to the doormen. Y'know, since you're there in my place and all"

Even with the mask on his face, Terra's concern didn't go unnoticed. Mercury pats his shoulder, fixing up Terra’s braid a bit before he can get inside the carriage.

"Don't worry about it- I handled it, just say you're there in my stead"

Terra almost felt dizzy. It'd been years since he'd even stepped foot on Sunstar's lands, let alone went to his castle. Yet here he was.

Stepping out of the carriage with the door held for him, he had to take a short moment to take it all in. The castle -much like the streets leading up to it- was lit up, sounds of music and laughter filtering outside.

Before he'd end up overthinking and getting stuck in place, Terra began walking up the broad stairs to the front door. He could feel the stares of other people- but they were not accusatory looks by any means. They were admiring looks, shy looks- Terra could swear he noticed a few people ogling even.

As he approached, the men at the door gave him polite smiles, both also suited with masks for the evening.

"Your name, my lord?"

Oh boy. Mercury said he'd handled this hadn't he?

"I am here on Mercu-" oh wait, royal titles. He clears his throat. "I am here on Duke Mercury's behalf"

The man consulted a small scroll, not seeming to have noticed Terra's small slip up. After a short moment he nods, adding a mark to the list. "Lord Gaia, welcome. We hope you enjoy yourself this evening"

Gaia? Seriously?

"Thank you" Terra replies, heading inside before his heart could burst out of his chest.

As Terra stepped inside the castle walls, he was hit with an odd sense of nostalgia. After all this time, even with all the decorations, he still recognized it as the same castle from before. The same castle he'd gone to as Duke Terra to meet Sunstar many, many times.

If all had been kept the same, then maybe..

Looking to the walls, there were paintings of different picturesque views of the kingdom. Terra could easily name what lands each view was from.

After a moment of inspecting the lining of paintings, he paused. It was still here. The painting of his land.

While he hadn't expected Sunstar to get rid of the painting entirely- he'd thought it'd most likely been moved somewhere else. But here it was.

"Admiring the paint job?" Spoke a voice from behind, making Terra almost leap out of his skin. When he looked back he was met with a short woman in a light yellow gown and a mask decorated with seashells.

"His highness asked yours truly to touch up the painting not too long ago" This was...

"Duchess Venus" Terra murmured out loud without really thinking of it. The woman looked a bit surprised.

"Oh, you recognized me so easily!" she threw her hands up as if she'd been caught in some forbidden act.

"Well, I suppose I wasn't trying too hard to stay anonymous anyway" She crosses her arms. After a short moment she makes a thoughtful 'hm' sound, leaning up as if she was trying to see through Terra’s mask "I'm afraid i don't recognize you though"

"There are hundreds of people here- surely you can’t expect to know everyone?" Terra gave a small chuckle, fighting back his nerves. He'd been planning on simply watching others from afar, having to deal with old friends under a guise like this was nerve wracking. At least his outfit and the years between last seeing everyone seemed to be stopping him from being recognized.

Seeming fine with that answer, Venus leans back "I guess so" she gives a small shrug, but then seems to rise back to attention. "But hey, you can't be standing in the hallways all evening!"

"I just got here" Terra replies

"You got here late then! Come on, it wont be long until the dancing starts" with that, Venus takes hold of Terra's hand, promptly dragging him along to the main ballroom.

Following Venus along the hallway through the two huge doors, the two arrive at the ballroom- and only then does she let go of Terra's hand. Food tables on one side, an extra seating area with fancy chairs on the other. Spinning dancers were already filling the floor, a small orchestra playing on a stage set in between the large double staircase.

At the top of the staircase was the man of the hour himself. He only looked a little different from how Terra remembered him being since they last met. Only half of his face was covered by a mask, already in conversation with some of his guests.

Deciding not to let himself get distracted, Terra follows after Venus to the side of the room with the food tables.

He was only getting one night. Better make the best of it.

Taking an offered drink from the waiter with a 'thank you', Terra stuck to Venus' company for a short moment until she left to dance with her date; an equally short young man dressed in green that Terra did not recognize.

For the most part he stuck to people watching; trying to see if he would spot any of the other rulers there. He was rather sure he saw Pluto and Jupiter on the dancefloor at one point, both with rather obvious outfits and masks.

Some nobles did try to make small talk with him but as Terra could only give vague and relatively short replies, the conversations died rather quickly. Did royals always only want to talk of their properties and profits?

After spending his time people watching, Terra turned over to the food tables. Fixing up a small plate of different fruits, just as he plopped a grape into his mouth one of the servants blew a horn. Another servant announced;

"To all our dear guests, we extend a warm welcome and a thank you for arriving tonight! His highness will now be joining us on the dancefloor- all those who wish to dance with him please do so in a cordial and orderly manner"

Slowly but surely, the partygoers currently on the dancefloor made space as Sunstar descended the stairs. Some folks moved over to the sides for a break while some stayed, hoping to soon catch a dance with his highness.

"Not interested?" a man in blue asked. Terra quickly recognized him as one of the guests Sun had been talking to earlier.

"No. You?"

"The same" he hums.

The two had a rather casual conversation, during which the man introduced himself as Apollo, the king of a neighboring country.

Despite everything there was no prying into one anothers lives, so Terra was actually able to uphold the conversation for once. Somewhere along the lines a few other nobles joined and they talked like one would in any regular social gathering.

Terra looked back at the dance floor. He tried not to do so too often, but there wasn't much else to look at. Sunstar was currently dancing with a man dressed in way too much gold, gold color pauldrons and a blue cape with a white inside. Even with the mask, there was something about the way he was grinning that made Terra's stomach churn. Sunstar on the other hand, had his usual relaxed expression.

"You're staring an awful lot for ‘not interested’" Apollo teased, lightly nudging Terra's side with his elbow.

Terra's face felt warm under the mask "I don't know what you're talking of"

"Go ask him for a dance. You'll later regret it if you don't"

Terra shakes his head "I can't."

"Don't worry about titles or the like- everyone's open to court him, including common folk"

"No- He deserves the best, and I cannot give him that as I am."

There was silence for a moment.

"You.." There was pity -and some confusion- in Apollo's voice "Have the two of you met before?"

Terra's mouth suddenly felt very dry.

"I need some air"

Pushing through the crowds of people, Terra eventually found his way to a balcony off one side of the castle. On it was a broad stairway leading down to a garden area.

Well, one couldn't blame Terra for being curious. He was a gardener these days after all. So, down the stairs he went. The area was all lit up for the evening, but no one was there to appreciate it.

Taking his time inspecting all the plants and flowers, he eventually found himself walking between surprisingly tall hedges of camellia. Wonder what it took to maintain all of this.

Still, Terra sighs, the distraction of the flowers really not enough to push certain thoughts off his mind. He was starting to regret coming here, should've just told Mercury no-

Not looking where he was walking, he promptly bumped into a figure coming in from the other direction "oh- sorry"

As Terra took a step back and looked up, he was met with a familiar face.

"That's alright" spoke Sunstar, looking at him a little oddly "I wasn't expecting to find anyone outside though. What are you doing here?"

Having an internal crisis.

"I needed fresh air"

"Ah, me too" Sun hums. He backs away from the flower hedges to sit down on a nearby bench instead. Although nothing of the sort had been said, Terra felt compelled to follow after.

"I did not see you on the dance floor. Are you here as someone's escort?"

"Not exactly. Here on someone elses behalf"

The king's expression seemed to relax a little. As far as Terra had seen, he'd held a relaxed smile the whole evening. Although that smile had never quite reached the eyes "I see"

"Far too many people are wearing too much cologne or perfume. It was starting to make me feel sick"

"I can imagine" Terra paused for a moment. Had Mercury's stylist put any on for him? He cautiously brought his wrist to his nose "I believe I don't have any on"

"Wouldn't you know?"

"Well, my friend picked out my outfit"

Sunstar hums, looking Terra up and down. "They chose well"

Terra's face felt far too warm under the mask "Thank you"

"Have... we met before, by any chance?" There was something odd about his tone- had Sun seen through him? Terra did look different from when he last saw Sun but perhaps it -alongside his masquerade getup- wasn't enough to fool him.

"On few occasions. Nothing important" Liar.

"Oh, I thought-" Sun almost looked a little disappointed, then stopped himself "I apologize. I don't recall"

"That's alright"

There was silence for a moment as Sun waited, expectantly. When no clarification came he snorted, standing up from his seat. "Alright then. Be mysterious"

"That's a part of the masquerade experience isn't it? To figure out whose who" Terra wasn't sure if that'd work as a cover but he didn't have many other options.

"I suppose so," Sun hums as he starts heading back indoors, walking up the steps. Terra follows after. "Though in order to figure someone out, you'll still need some clues"

"Where we know each other from is too obvious. You'll need to be a bit more tactful about your information prying"

For the first time during the evening, Terra hears Sunstar chuckle. "You make it sound like a game." At the top of the staircase, Sun stops and turns to Terra. "Alright then, i'll bite. This should certainly be a bit more interesting than other conversations i've had."

On one hand, Terra felt oddly hopeful and on the other he dreaded the coming conversation. How exactly was he going to keep his identity a secret-

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approaching. Feeling a little self-conscious, Terra went to step back and put distance between them.

Except, his foot landed on nothing.

"Ah-"

Arms fumbling, he lost his balance- he had just enough time to mentally kick himself for forgetting the staircase he'd just walked on, when a hand took hold of his arm and yanked him back upright. Again he stumbled, this time right into Sunstar's arms, holding him steady.

"Careful" he says "If you get a concussion, there's a chance we'll both have trouble figuring who you are"

Terra can't help but let out small surprised laugh "My hero"

The servant who'd been approaching cleared their throat awkwardly.

"Your highness.. the guests are looking for you"

Sun blinked. "I am with one of my guests right now, no?"

"Well, yes, but..."

Sun sighs, letting Terra go with some reluctance. "Alright. I'll be there in a moment." The servant gave a bow before leaving. Sun then turned back to Terra. "You'll join me for a dance, won't you?"

"Oh- I'm afraid I cannot dance" Liar.

"That's alright. Just follow my lead, we need only spin around. Most folks just take the song as a chance to talk anyway"

"..Alright"

With Terra's hand in his, Sunstar led them back indoors.

Even without the kings presence, some guests were dancing amongst themselves, while some were clearly still waiting for the opportunity to dance with his highness. The moment they were noticed, people quickly made way for the two.

By the time they made it to the center of the floor and Sun turned to him again, Terra's nerves hadn't settled in the slightest.

A new song started and like he'd said, Sunstar took the lead.

"I found you in the garden. Do you like flowers?"

"Wasting no time with the questioning I see"

Eventually the song ends and Sun lets him go. Their talk had been casual and less so an interrogation as Terra had feared.

He leaves him at the side of the room where others waiting to dance with his highness were, with the promise of another dance.

"I'll unmask you eventually" he says with a chuckle before leading away another guest.

In the meanwhile, Terra heads back to the other side of the room for a moment to rest.

Apollo, still sat at his previous spot joined by a few others, whistles. "I don't know what you did, but keep doing it. You're the only one he's picked out for a dance"

Terra gave a nervous chuckle "Is that so?"

A woman dressed in a pink peacock themed gown and mask sighs, slumping against her chair "I doubt it's even a contest at this point. Doesn't seem to be stopping others from trying though" she speaks, nodding to the people still waiting at the other side of the room.

..Out of which, some seem to be staring at Terra. He clears his throat, picking out another drink from a waiter.

The songs go on and Terra takes the moment to talk with Apollo and the others.

Of course it's during the moment that Terra had decided to sample one of the pastries that Sun appears to ask for another dance, causing him to make a undignified 'mh' sound in surprise. He can feel the stares of other people as he quickly puts his plate away and wipes his hands with a handkerchief before taking Sun's hand in his again.

He notices Apollo giving them a wink as they leave for the dance floor.

This time, Terra was the first to initiate conversation.

"How have the guests treated you so far? Anyone in particular been a nuisance?"

"Sorry?"

"You've danced with tens of people. I imagine at least someone has been less pleasant to deal with. ...My bet is on the man with the pauldrons"

Sunstar let out a bark of laughter. "He does have an air of arrogance about him. I suppose confidence is attractive, but there is a limit to everything"

Terra hums thoughtfully.

They talked throughout most of the song, of some of the less pleasant guests, Sunstar even expanding to mention some of his advisors.

Their third dance was shortly after, some of the people in line for a dance with the king having given up and started dancing amongst themselves instead. Keeping vague about who they were, Terra told few stories of his rivals at the marketplace.

The fourth dance, Sunstar changes the subject.

"I feel I'm still no closer to knowing who you are"

"It's really not that important, is it?" Terra says before he can stop himself.

Sunstar hums "So you say. But you've made sure to keep your cards close to your chest this whole time. There must be something important in it to you."

Terra is quiet for a moment until he presses closer, lightly squeezing Sunstar's hand. "This, right now, is important"

To his gratification, he notices Sunstar's cheeks gain a bit of red color.

By their sixth dance, hours later after they first started, no one else is waiting.

Sunstar doesn't let go of his hand even as the song ends.

"Shall we go outside?"

"Sure"

Back to the balcony, down the staircase into the garden where they first stumbled into each other. It was late, much later than Terra had intended on staying.

In the midst of the flowers, did Terra seem to remember who he was again. How in the morning he was meant to go back to his life as a simple gardener of a small town. Not.. not any of this, or where this could lead to.

"I had a nice time" he spoke, hoping to try and de-escalate the moment before it could go any further-

"I as well" Sunstar spoke, leaning closer. Too late.

He really shouldn't have leaned in, but he wasn't strong enough to resist the way Sunstar was looking at him.

The kiss was soft, Sunstar's hands landing on Terra's waist. For just a moment longer, he let himself melt into those arms and forget about what the cold morning would bring.

Even as it ended, their faces were close enough that Terra couldn't see Sun's expression.

"While I had no intention of proposing to anyone right away tonight" Sun starts, taking hold of Terra's hands again. "I.. Would you-"

"I'm sorry" Terra spoke quickly before Sun could finish.

He pulled away, seeing confusion in Sun's eyes "No?"

"I can't." He noticed a flower sticking from his braided hair. Without looking at or thinking of it too much, he picked it and placed it into Sun's hand as he let go "You deserve someone better"

"But you're who I want" Sunstar looked at the flower, then at Terra. "It's been so long since i've last felt like..."

Terra shook his head, his chest aching "I'm sorry. It was selfish of me to even be here. But I know you'll find someone else" He took a step back.

Somewhere, bells began to ring out, signaling midnight.

"Please, I at least need to know-"

"I have to go," Terra blurted. If he stayed any longer he'd likely say something he didn't mean to and reveal himself for good. He'd already indulged more than he should've. "I'm sorry your highness"

"If you're- wait!" but Terra had already taken off into a sprint.

He had to go through the ballroom to get out, startling the other guests as they got out of his way. He noticed Apollo and Venus, looking at him in surprise, just as he was about to get out and could hear Sun calling for him again.

Once out he climbed into the first carriage he saw, telling the driver to hurry it up before he'd take over the reigns himself.

He didn't take the carriage all the way to his cottage, of course. He stopped at the town before his, briskly walking the rest of the way even though his legs ached. The candles and lights from before had mostly died out as it had started to trickle and he could only hope it was dark enough that people indoors wouldn't notice him.

By the time he was back at his cottage, he was exhausted. As he removed the mask and looked at himself in the mirror, he found most of his braid undone and the hem of his gown covered in mud.

He'd be back to Terra the gardener tomorrow. The whole evening had been a simple daydream after all.

He could only hope that Sun woke from it soon as well.

Days passed. Terra was able to stay at his cottage for a good while, the demand for flowers seeming to have died down with the end of the masquerade.

He made his way to the marketplace only once his food supply was running low. Once there, he was surprised to see multiple store owners with pots of blue flowers in front of their shops.

"What are all the flowers for? I thought the festivities had ended?"

"Haven't you heard?" the store owner asked "The king is looking for a specific kind of blue flower"

Huh?

"What? Why?"

"Apparently the guy he fell for had blue flowers in their hair. Very rare flowers at that, kind that weren't thought to grow anywhere anymore. So all the folks are putting out any blue flowers they have, see if they're the ones he's looking for"

He did recall giving Sun a flower on the evening, but-

He didn’t recall the stylist putting anything into his hair. When he’d looked at himself in the mirror before going to the carriage, there was nothing there. The only time when they could’ve been placed then, was-

Oh.

Ooooh no.

Terra muttered a quick 'thank you' to the store owner before turning and making a beeline back to his home. As he got there, a familiar face was standing at his door.

"Yo" Mercury waved

"You," Terra started "You picked my flowers, after I told you they were rare and sensitive- and now you've got me in this.. this mess for putting them in my hair!"

Mercury shrugs "Hey, i just thought they were a good addition. Didn't think it'd lead to all this."

"You don't think a lot in general" Terra growls, opening the door to his house, Mercury following in after him.

"I don't know why you're so peeved" Mercury shrugs "You like Sun and Sun likes you- even when he doesn't know your identity"

"Because he-"

"Yeah yeah, you think he deserves better and whatnot. But if you really think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread, shouldn't you think that he should have what he wants and not something you think he should want?"

"That's-..." Terra goes quiet for a moment. "...He thinks i've been dead all this time. Surely, he'll be upset if he finds me out now- for being quiet and avoiding him and the others all this time."

Mercury's look is sympathetic. Though just as he's about to say something he stops.

Terra sighs, picking up one of the flower pots "I should probably put these somewhere else.. in case they want to check the house or something" he continues muttering in thought, something about the forest and disguising himself, as he opens the door-

And is met face to face with one of the servants, just about to knock on the door.

And right behind them, Sunstar.

"Oh my god" he mutters, almost dropping the pot of flowers then and there. Sunstar stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape.

"Your highness-"

"It truly is you" Sunstar breathed out, expression of wonder turning into a bright smile "I knew it! I knew it was you from our very first dance!" The servant moved out of the way as Sun stepped closer and took Terra's hand in his "Terra- after all these years.."

"Your highness-" Terra tried again. The way Sun was smiling and holding his hand so warmly was melting his resolve very quickly.

"Please, you've always called me Sun" He speaks softly "The moment the merchant at the market said your name- I knew it. It was too great a coincidence; I knew it had to be you, truly"

He sounded so... elated.

"At the masquerade, everything pointed to it being you- but I kept telling myself it was just wishful thinking. That I was a fool, trying to replace the memory of you with a lookalike" he murmurs, rubbing Terra's hand.

"I-.. I'm sorry" Terra speaks, causing Sun to look at him, surprised "For hiding. All these years"

Sun is quiet for a moment, then gives a slightly sad smile "I can't say that I know what exactly went through your mind in those days, years even. I do wish you would’ve let me be there to support you, but... Well, i'm glad you at least got support from somewhere" he speaks as he looks over at Mercury, who'd been peeking out from the doorway- and promptly retreats when noticed.

Terra is quiet, thoughts swirling through his mind. This was so different from how he'd imagined things going should he ever be discovered.

Sunstar squeezed his hand as he looked at him properly again. "I’ve loved you for many years, even after I thought you were gone- and still do. You'll come back with me, won't you?"

Terra blanks.

"But- I've been out of your life for years! I was quiet, I lied to you by allowing you and the others to think that I was dead!"

"I know that you had your reasons- reasons I hope you'll explain someday. But you're here now."

"I have nothing to my name!"

"That doesn't matter to me."

"I-" Terra was quickly running out of excuses "I've forgotten everything about royal etiquette.."

Sunstar gives a knowing smile. Before he can even say anything Mercury yells out "that's a lie" from inside the cottage.

"Terra" Sun smiles

"...I'm not getting rid of you, am I?" Terra softly laughs in spite of himself

"I'm afraid not"

"..Alright" Terra held out his arms and Sun moved into them "..Though, the others?"

"You don't have to announce anything immediately" Sun hums as he hugs Terra close "One step at a time. Speaking of.."

Sun leaned away slightly, looking at the cottage.

"I of course won't force you to move out, if you enjoy the life you've made yourself here"

"Oh no," Terra starts, looking back at the cottage as well before looking to Sun "It might be a nice occasional retreat but, well. Did you forget the stories I told you? Those marketplace merchants are bloodthirsty."

Sun laughs heartily as he leans down for a kiss.

#my writing #again i fear this is ooc but ah well

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Not a Boot

@deepestfirefun - it’s late and i’m miserable, couldn’t sleep, hope you like this :D

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Adam Lambert - For Your Entertainment lyrics used

...

Singing to yourself you opened the box of cold medicine you pushed one of the tablets free of to then pop between your lips and swallow with a swig of water. Bearing through the aching of your body and the end of your fever you were coming off of on yet another trip to the toilet after your near gallon of water today. Hoping that the tune would somehow make the meds kick in faster.

So hot

Out the box

Can you pick up the pace?

In a slide out of the bathroom you eyed the normal set up for your online videos, small cartoons of your own making you posted on your website about any and everything, how you made your living, tiny bit ridiculous to some. But still getting a job with a serious company required experience, and training, both of which you were lacking and forcing yourself by practice, practice, practice. Faceless to the world you entertained literally millions of followers and were finally getting some slap in the face offers from actual networks to put a full ‘professional’ team on a few of your stories. Yet they were offers all the same and you knew more were sure to follow.

Turn it up

Heat it up

I need to be entertained

The latest offer coming on the heels of some surprising tabloid fodder you were certain was part of your fever. A five page add with your face in a few passing pictures entering the lavish hotel a few minutes before one of the Ereborean Princes, Dwalin Durin. Not a direct heir but cousin to the third in line, Crown Prince Thorin. Serious, broad, bold, adventurous and downright delectable in every way from his tailored suits and surprisingly fitting hairstyle with both sides of his head shaved and the center in thick beaded braids. Usually off in the world exploring between his competitive water polo team games that had him off to represent the country in the last games to victory alongside two of his cousins, Crown Prince Thorin and Prince Frerin.

Not ten minutes after you had been seen leaving, an outstanding sundress clad woman in the sea of suit wearing men bustling in and out, the Prince left as well leaving for some assumptions to be made of a hidden affair the crown was hiding from the public.

It was laughable, but the image of pretending to have a lunch alone with the stunning Prince adoringly scattered in your episodes, along with other royals, who all loved their respectably humorous roles in them, it was tempting and almost painful to have lost out on without having had the chance.

Push the limit

Are you with it?

Baby, don't be afraid

I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby

Turning from the cutout you eyed the clip you pressed of the Elf King in his cameo on your show, dancing in a top hat, cane and tails with shimmering cape in a sea of ents as a comment on his new forest path plan. Conservation and a promise to plant 500,000 new saplings this year to replace the portion they had to do a preventive burn to ready for the expected heat wave on the tail end of a bout of bad storms. You agreed fully, and in the comic had added a banner with the info on how others could help he surely would appreciate the help and attention for it in a more entertaining way than a press conference.

Let's go

It's my show

Baby, do what I say

Don't trip off the glitz

That I'm gonna display

I told ya

I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed

Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

Still the tabloid was on your mind and saving your clip and work you closed out of feeling the drowsiness amping up again you smacked your lips craving fruit and pulled up the site for your favorite fruit baskets and you scrolled through. And that was all you could remember before waking up the next morning in your bed under a mess of covers and painful tingling as you’d slept wrong on two limbs you groaned through their awakening debating if you truly needed them.

No escaping when I start

Once I'm in I own your heart

There's no way you'll ring the alarm

So hold on until it's over

***

Grumbling from a sore post workout lounging session at the doorbell sounding Dwalin closed his eyes for a moment hearing the head guard approaching the door after closing the door to the living room he was in. From the security check at the front gate and the next at the gate for the cottage he shared with the young Princes across from the one housing Princes Dis and her husband Vili and two small boys on the lavish Palace grounds in the center of Erebor the teen carrying the delivery had arrived terribly nervous from the ordeal to grin widely at the next guard he encountered. A medium sized fruit bouquet along with a manila folder, all of which had been confirmed that it was fully sealed and not tampered with while the documents inside the checked and copied. The original remained with the main guards at the Palace for further inspection while the copies of the message had been passed on for delivery.

Oh, do you know what you got into?

Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?

'Cause it's about to get rough for you

I'm here for your entertainment

Through the now open door the box was carried and the seal broken for unveiling the plastic dome encased and wrapped fruit bouquet that had the trio of Princes inching closer to. Glancing up at the guard Thorin asked, “Gran is upping her demands on fruit intake?”

The guard shook his head stating, “No, your highness, special delivery for Prince Dwalin.” The folder was passed over making his brows furrow in thanking the guard who bowed his head and retreated from the room while the brothers moved to sit beside their cousin.

Instantly a smirk eased across his lips seeing the folded letter with writing across the front of it clearly feminine he read aloud, “To the Dashing, ooh, dashing.” That made the brothers chuckle around him and bump his arms with theirs, “Dashing Prince Dwalin.”

Opening the letter he cleared his throat and read in a curious tone, “Truly a pity for the children’s sake that we have never met. Hope you enjoyed your lunch, mine was perfectly mundane.” In a turn of the note over he asked, “What the-..?” Peering into the folder he pulled out the copy of a section of the tabloid sent along with it, and let out a chuckle reading the title under the title under the pictures set side by side of you and the Prince having some secret affair with the sweater held against your belly alluding to a hidden baby. Across the final page there was a heart and the runes he read out, “When we are old and grey, look back and say, it wasn’t a boot, she bought me some fruit.”

In a loud laugh Frerin says, “At least it rhymes.”

Thorin laughed out, “Downright adorable, cousin.”

Dwalin shook his head, “At least she has a sense of humor about it.”

Frerin stole a glance seeing Dwalin looking at your picture again then said, “Perhaps Gran might allow you to meet her.”

At that Dwalin couldn’t help but smirk to himself and set the papers aside to start sampling on the food making him rumble out, “She certainly won’t object her choice of snack to deliver.”

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet

But I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

***

A doorbell had you groaning and lazily swinging your leg over in a turn to plant your foot on the side of your bed in a climb to your feet. Under your breath you mumbled, “Why, why is someone at my door? I know no one, no one knows me. Who is spoiling my perfectly dreadful lounging evening?”

Unlocking the door you swung it open and on the other side of it for some inexplicable reason you let out a shriek and slammed the door in the face of the Royal Messenger now wide eyed with his head tilted slightly when you cracked the door open again with your hand over your mouth and you cleared your throat, “I apologize. You did not deserve that. I just woke up, sorry, yes? Do you need directions?”

With a hint of a smirk he replied, “No, Miss Pear. I am here to pass on a message.”

“A-, for me? Is this about the dancing penguin episode?”

With a playful smirk he reached into his pocket and passed you a sealed envelope with a telling orange bag, accepting the envelope he nodded his head at the envelope, “I was tasked to ensure you opened the pair of them.”

“Ah,” in a glance at the row of photographers on the sidewalk outside your stoop then stepped back, in a glance through the front hall he stepped forward and let you close the door and set the bag down on the chest beside the door to break the seal on the envelope.

“Miss Pear,

I must say it was a pleasant surprise to have received your gift and message. Lunch was tolerable, work as usual. If you are free Thursday at eleven. Hope you enjoy the gift, pictures were a bit unfocused, to help find you.

The ‘Dashing’ Prince Dwalin.”

Inhaling sharply you felt your face turning red as you mumbled, “I sent a gift, to the Prince,” turning around you hurried through the archway on your right to start the search for your phone only to head for your laptop catching a glimpse of the Guard peeking in at you pulling up your email and confirmation of the message you had added to the delivery of fruit making you smooth your hands over your face. “I can only imagine what I wrote.”

In a groan you popped up and made your way back to the front hall where you flashed the Guard another grin and went to peer into the bag and pull out a periwinkle cardigan luring a pitiful squeak from you when you noticed the brand on the buttons and label.

Looking up at him you asked, “Seriously? This is a loaner or something?”

He shook his head, “No, it is yours to keep. I am to ask if you are free?”

“I-, yes?”

With a nod he stated, “A car will be around to fetch you. Enjoy your day, Miss Pear.”

In a whisper you replied, “You too,” watching him move to step out through your front door holding in his chuckles only to pause asking, “This is like a dress thing?” His brow inched up, “If you know, would this be a wear a dress thing?”

“That would probably be a safe bet.” Earning a nod from you along with soft thanks he nodded to in return while closing the door behind him finally freeing his chuckle while you turned to head to your closet to see if you had anything nice while also being casual.

It's alright

You'll be fine

Baby, I'm in control

“Your Highness, Miss Pear is free on Thursday.”

Turning to face the Guard he grinned and asked as the brothers grouped around him and he asked, “What did she say? Precisely.”

In a chuckle the Guard asked, “The very first thing?” Dwalin nodded and he said, “Miss Pear, shrieked at me.” Making their brows shoot up, “And slammed the door.” In his chuckle he continued, “Then promptly opened the door to apologize saying I didn’t deserve that and she had just woken up. Asked if I needed directions.” The grins on the Princes grew as he shared the rest of the encounter.

Frerin, “She was uncertain of what she had sent?”

The guard nodded, “She did not seem hung over,” answering their question, “I did notice cold remedies on her coffee table.”

In a chuckle Thorin said, “That explains it. Stirring a fever in the poor Lass.”

Dwalin couldn’t help but chuckle saying, “Perhaps we should send some soup as well?” Looking to his cousins who chuckled again and went to help him pick his clothes.

Take the pain

Take the pleasure

I'm the master of both

More days of painful practice to ready for the first match of the season and more than usual he was nervous for it because you would be there. Surely thanks to the soup and other herbal remedies you were sure to be fully mended and able to sit through the match comfortably as well as dinner after if you agreed to it. Exhaling steadily he shook his hands and finished fixing his hair and beard back into their usual beaded braids before heading to join is cousins off to the pre match meeting.

Close your eyes

Not your mind

Let me into your soul

I'm a work it 'til you're totally blown

With lips parted you saw you were off to the stadium around the official pool for a water polo match. Internally you were excited to see a full match in person only to have seen clips of the sport before. Right to the boxed off set of stands up next to the home side you were led and found yourself alone mumbling internally, “Great, lovely time.” Glancing up to see the box of cameramen photographing you and pointing as if they had recognized you. Eyes followed their attention and brushing the skirt against your thighs on the navy blue dress fully covering your chest with capped sleeves hidden under the open periwinkle cardigan was hard to miss. As were the stockings you had on sheer from your waist to mid thigh then pitch black down to your heeled velour black booties when you crossed your legs. A tilt of your head had the long raven curls eased over your chest to smooth your fingers through it ignoring the flashes making your purple eyes flash brighter luring more and more when the tip of a pointed ear came into view.

All at once the stands erupted in the entrance of the teams, and in the filing to their seats on your right you caught the eye of the Prince now, after a stunned moment of staring with a smirk on his face at your quick flinch of a wave he chuckled at then glanced between his cousins hanging over him commenting on you.

No escaping when I start

Once I'm in I own your heart

There's no way you'll ring the alarm

So hold on until it's over

Run ragged and trying not to focus on how you were taking the match finally they won and to his discovery from Thorin you had kept biting your lip and cheek, while Frerin said you had seemed a bit slow on reacting to the match making them assume you weren’t that well versed in the game. A welcome discovery where he could teach you and share his passion for the sport you might come to love too. Only in their filing out a glance back had him noticing your own path heading up the steps again stirring up a few moments of panic until through the guards waiting in the locker room he heard you had gone to the bathroom.

Oh, do you know what you got into?

Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?

'Cause it's about to get rough for you

I'm here for your entertainment

The message was passed on and brought back to a private area back by the locker rooms no doubt for meeting fans or officials. Up at the pictures on the wall you smirked tracing back the history only to have your head shift at the sound of the door creaking. When your head turned however suddenly your hands clasped over your mouth in a shriek making the same Guard from earlier snicker and glance up for a moment to keep from crying when you lowered your hands to say in a shake of your head, “I did not just scream in your face.”

His brows inched up, “Oh you didn’t? My mistake then, Miss Pear.” Smiling wider at you.

“Nope, full respectful curtsy and formal greeting.”

“A lovely one it was too.” He chuckled out feeling his cousins watching him from the door behind you beaming at the blush on your ears.

“Thank you, for the sweater, and the soups, and herbs. And in my defense of the note I was on some very strong cough medicine.” In the deepening of his gaze into yours seeing the silver flecks trapped inside your eyes and random silver hairs woven into your tight curls helping to make your hair shimmer you asked, “What did I write?”

Shaking his head he replied playfully, “I think I might keep that to myself. But I did admire the poem.”

“Oh I didn’t!”

In a chuckle he nodded, “You did.”

In a momentary press of your palm to your cheek you mumbled, “I’m dreadful with poems.”

He chuckled again looking you over then said, “I have a table reserved if you wanted to join me for dinner. And no need to enter separately.” In the twitch of your brow upwards he added, “Come on, for the kids.”

“Kids?”

He chuckled again asking, “I have to ask, how often do you end up sending gifts to Nobles.”

After a nip of your lip you answered, “Never.”

“Oh really, and what would your parents think?”

You shrugged, “For mom, probably be glad to hear of something other than school or nappies. Not counting hearing about Dad’s day in office.”

Making his brow inch up, “What does he do?”

“He’s Thain,” in his moments pause you said, “Hobbitons don’t have Kings, we have Thains. They’re elected but my family’s been in office for sixty three generations.”

“Oh, shouldn’t you have a guard then?”

“Well, I have 13 sisters and 6 brothers,” dropping his jaw, “with another on the way, doubt we have enough security for us all. Besides, I’m the well behaved one.”

At that he chuckled again, “I bet.” In a shift on his feet his hand motioned to the side, “Dinner?” After your quick nod the brothers rushed away and hid for your walk out to head to the waiting car and the photographers waiting to capture every moment. While all he could think of was how badly he wanted to kiss that blush back onto your cheeks.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet

Well I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

Pt 2

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TITLE: like waves in my heart, thoughts of you come to me Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4,728 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!

Summary: Artist Jeon Jeongguk gets an extended period of rest and the internet is suddenly discussing how he managed to hide the fact that he has a family.

Hello, this is Ganghan Entertainment. This is to announce that Jeon Jeongguk will be having his official period of rest after five years of active work as a singer-songwriter and actor. During this period, we ask you to respect the privacy of the artist and allow him to destress, recharge and spend the allotted period of time to address his personal desires and concerns. Our artist would also like to ask for your unending support as usual for when he returns to his official schedule and for consideration should you encounter him during his time off. This rest period shall last until further notice of official public schedule of Jeon Jeongguk and should allow him to return to you recharged in order to allow him to give back all the love and support he received since debut. Thank you

[NAVER] Ganghan Entertainment announces extended break for Jeon Jeongguk. [PANN] Jeon Jeongguk on official period of rest. Ganghan Ent. denies rumor of retirement. [K-N] Jeon Jeongguk taking a break from performing and filming. See list of dramas to binge during his break. [ALL KPOP] Jeon Jeongguk wraps up filming for ‘Yanghwa Saram’ in time for personal rest period.

[+191, -19] Kyaaa t-t oppa deserves it. He works hard. [+48, - 90] What break? What am i gonna do then?? Really… [+432, -64] Everyone… you all should know that idols/actors are also humans. They deserve to rest too. Jungkookie we will wait !!! keke fighting-ga [+329, -199] Gosh these people heung… Go outside instead of overworking JK.

“My phone will be on do not disturb. Gonna be ruthless for a month and a half, hyung.” Jeongguk says into the speaker of his phone.

“Yes, I know. I will try not to contact you that much you know, I need this break too. “ His manager Hongsoo huffs from the other line, making Jungkook chuckle.

“I know, you guys rest also. I hope I won’t need to see you for almost two months. I’m sick of Hobi-hyung’s face already.” Jeongguk jokes.

“Yeah I know. Now go back to your daughter. I can hear her from the other side of the door. Bye googoo.” Without much ado, they end the call.

True to his words, the child on the other side of the door has been knocking non-stop for almost ten minutes now.

“daddy, come out…”

or after a second of silence because honestly, give the baby some stamps at the back of her hands for trying to wait for a response from her pre-occupied dad, “ daddy, dinner time!! Come !!.” . Hyeon-goo has been whining as her dad-baby time was interrupted.

The actor jokingly knocks on the door before it was roughly banged by his daughter’s tiny fist from the other side of the door, and he deemed it safe to open it as not to anger the tiny human further. Picking Hyeon-goo up, they make their way to the play area where she managed to open the secured pen to keep her safe. He guesses they needed to either get a /taller/ one, or secure the lock. Or to outsmart their daughter.

Although Jeongguk has already officially started his break, his husband, however, was still out and about to finish his work just before dinner time. Taehyung also managed to get a break, which is why he has been rushing to meet with people to finish that part of the job where he had to leave the house and Hyeon-goo, so that he will also be able to rest and do some work, if necessary, at home.

“Let’s call daddy? You want to call dad, baby?” Jeongguk asks the almost- six-years-old who has been trying to unlock his phone, sitting idly on his lap.

“Call daddy, please.” And honestly who is he to even think about not doing just that. “I’m already here.” Taehyung answers the phone on the fourth ring. “No you’re not I do not see you in this house, sir.” Jeongguk replies jokingly, wherein at the same time Hyeon-goo pipes up when she heard the voice of her dad, “Daddy! Please come home.” She chirps, wanting to boss her daddy around and make him knock on the door this instant, while also looking cute pouting at the phone and bouncing with every word she uttered. “Hi baby! Daddy is almost home, wait for me googoo.” “Are you asking me to wait, Tae?” Jeongguk answers instead and Hyeon-goo craned her neck to look to her dad behind her, following the sound of his voice. “I’m talking to little googoo but you can wait for me too, baby I’m finished already.” Tae laughs heartily, shuffling her in the background. “Okay babe. I already cooked rice since you said you will be preparing the soup and some rice cakes but if you’re tired already I can do another dish instead since my soup is not as good as yours.” “No it’s okay I just left the grocery store since the celery we had in the fridge looks gross already. Also did you know that the sunblock I was using was out of stock because they pulled out the stocks for product design changes? I looked for it for fifteen minutes!” Taehyung ranted and Jeongguk notes to remind him to check again in their next run to the stores. “The celery has been there for a long time already. Did you just get on the bus? I heard some bus sounds thing.” Jeongguk replies, his attention both on his husband on the phone and his daughter being busy with the youtube feature of their smart tv. “Yeah I’ve actually been in the bus for some time now. I’m home in twenty minutes tops.” Taehyung replies, voice hushed and Jeongguk has just noticed in decrease lightly caused by the change in surroundings. When Taehyung gets home, Hyeon-goo has already fallen asleep, her head propped on Jeongguk’s thighs on the soft floor mattress they lay out in the living room for times like this, and he quietly pads around to softly and quietly greet his daughter as not to wake her and to appease his babysitting husband who was watching the muted drama airing on Thursday night. “Good thing I won’t be going out in broad daylight starting tomorrow. The sunscreen fiasco stressed me out.” Taehyung sighs, sitting beside his husband on the fluffy cushion, their backs to the sofa.

“I know you got something else in the meantime. Another brand.” “I did. But that’s not the point.” “My sunscreen loving baby. I missed you.” Jeongguk pulls Taehyung closer by the neck and softly kisses his temple. His desire to plant more kisses was halted by the reminder that he has his daughter currently sleeping on him and he makes it a mission to move her to another comfortable position on the mattress. Once successful, he returns to a chuckling Taehyung ready to receive the love Jeongguk has stored from the day they were separated. Jeongguk and Taehyung, ever since Jeongguk was able to receive the news and confirm the official end of his shooting for his latest drama, has made it a point to take a proper rest and days off from their respective works and duties. They also needed the time to spend with their daughter who has been growing up real fast, the parents feel like they have to tie themselves down inside their house just to be able to be there with Hyeon-goo anytime of the day. Jeongguk has been in and out of the country that lasts from weeks to almost a month. Drifting in and out for shoots set in an international location for the same drama he worked on for a god ten months. During his stay at some fancy hotel his management booked for him for the duration of his shoot, he has only managed to see his daughter wearing cute and fashionable costumes for her daycare activities in photos and videos sent by her father. The distance was hard for him and Taehyung, who also find it difficult to miss some days off to attend his daughter’s school activities and juggle his work with his tasks as a father to Hyeon-goo.

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Being with Jeongguk, in Taehyung’s opinion, is quite challenging. Not only is he dating an A-list actor, he is dating one that is Jeon Jeongguk and that alone, for Taehyung is a challenge.

Dating has always been a challenge for Taehyung and Jeongguk. After all, doing so with a biological child already and going out with a celebrity at that. He was putting everything on the line. The two has deemed it necessary to play it safe in the beginning. Meeting through a mutual friend, after all, Taehyung is a not-so-low-profile person. He is an author with books already out on shelves at the local book stores and a series currently in the works. Not to mention they might make a tv-series out of one of his works.

The two met at a birthday celebration of a mutual friend. One which Jeongguk met through his previous drama project and Taehyung’s close friend who helped him find experts to interview for one of his books. The two knew they would be friends despite of the circle both of them were used to. Several hangouts with other people turned into gatherings with less until it was only the both of them hanging out. The two often met in the privacy of their homes, which one would be more suitable for their schedules or often than not, depends on who would offer his humble abode, claiming that “it was your turn last time, remember? We were at your place. I will cook for today, end of.”

Jeongguk was a private person, despite being an A-lister. Although always in the headlines and discussion boards, Jeongguk has kept his close personal friends in private and away from the public and only letting bits and pieces about him known during interviews. Hence, no one knew of his real relationship with Taehyung.

Photos have resurfaced of the two hanging out in public. They are also both smart enough to only hang out with just the two of the once or twice in public, a space visible between them as tabloids and the internet speak of Jeongguk’s whereabouts as a public figure. Maybe it also helped that Taehyung is also a public figure and the people has only been speaking of a possible series that involves the nation’s sought after actor and a best-selling author of the present times.

[ARTICLE] Actor Jeon Jeongguk spotted with Best-selling author of the book ‘Pung-gyeong: Shadow’ dined with friends. Koreaboo : Netizens are buzzing with a possible new drama involving Actor Jeon Jeongguk. Said drama might just involve the works of 2018’s Best-selling Author Kim Taehyung, who was also last seen meeting with award-winning director of several dramas (see article ‘Rising Author Kim Taehyung seen with ‘Tokyo’ Director Han Hwon-ra.) Pictures have resurfaced of the friendly and laid back dinner of the bunch in the area of Bongeunsa-ro Gangnam-gu. The managing supervisor of the seafood restaurant Kkotji was able to confirm the attendance of the prominent names in the industry and assures everyone the warm and kind attitudes of or favorite actor and author. See also below the photo that the manager shared, showing what indeed is a short but lovely message and autograph Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung left at the restaurant, proudly framed and cherished in the establishment. The manager has also talked about the influx of reservations and inquiries amidst the public outing of the bunch. See more: Jeon Jeongguk on the cover of Vogue Korea + Tour inside his newly-renovated studio.

Krm3949 wrote: New drama? Isn’t he working a little too hard? Moko_ wrote: Don’t work too hard. Rest well! Jeongguk and Taehyung fighting! Ssiiso11: We all know what happens when they turn books into movies… But I trust Kim Taehyung and the Director-nim. Good luck to everyone then Wingjeu_949: You all… It is not even confirmed yet… You all seem to forget that they are also friends so this could only be a friendly outing…

The two were not always private about their friendship. But they were subtle, as subtle as they need and get, about their real relationship. They were able to post photos here and there, a few words when asked about each other, considering friendship between celebrities are always considered a big deal when you are…. Well… celebrities.

Fans of the two have always thought that their friendship was pure and youthful. Both men in their almost-late-twenties. (They are 28 and 29 years old, but Taehyung is not very fond of disclosing that information that much thank you.).

“It must be nice being friends with Kim Taehyung!” Taehyung mimics the voice of the MC as he reads the printed copy of the interview of the latter that was done last month in line with his photoshoot. Jeongguk would like to disclose that the voice Taehyung was using as we speak is definitely not the same as the voice of the interviewer.

“Ah yes, hyungnim has been such a good long-time friend of mine. Although our lines of work are different and far from each other really, we try to help each other a lot. Hyung helps me a lot more than I do for him, really.” Taehyung then mimics Jungkook’s voice (again, not what he sounded like when he answered that. Jungkook easily pokes the older’s tummy as they lay down on the sofa, the older’s head on his lap, arms holding up the magazine to his face, offering his abdomen open for Jeongguk’s attacks.

“Stop it, you don’t even know if it was a written interview.” Jungkook huffs.

“It was not. You don’t have the energy to write long answers like this.” Taehyung knows him well.

“Yes it is. Maybe I was not the one typing then.”

“You hired a transcriber? Such a celebrity. Can I hire them instead?”

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Taehyung and Jeongguk met when Taehyung was in the middle of divorcing his now ex-wife Choi Hyeong-wa. Jeongguk learned of Taehyung’s personal struggles after a few months of being friends, and when he found out, the divorce has already settled. He did not pry although he badly wants to. After all, he’s a friend of Taehyung before anything else. He offered support to Taehyung and anything that he asks without being a hindrance to the other’s daily errands and packed schedule.

Jeongguk never met Hyeong-wa, but based on Taehyung’s stories she was not a bad person.

“Isn’t the divorce extreme, though?” Jeongguk asked over a cup of tea and soft pastries in his home where he invited Taehyung over.

“We were already off for a few months now. We just figured out we stop trying to force ourselves together just because we have Hyeon-goo. It’s not fair to us and to the child, you know? I do not want her asking me one day if you love someone for the sake of other people and not for your own sake. I want her to find someone and be true to herself and that person. Am I making sense?” Taehyung explains in one go, looking at Jeongguk after he was done only to see the younger try to hold his cup with his teeth.

“I’m listening. Many senses, hyung.” Jeongguk quickly replies.

That night Taehyung goes home with a full stomach and a full heart. Jeongguk sends him off with a genuine kiss to his cheeks. One that could be interpreted as a friendly one or as a “I’ll wait for you.” one.

And did Jeongguk wait for him. The divorce took half a year, and the other half for the father and daughter to settle down in a house that is now only meant for two (and a half for Jeongguk who stays over some times). They did not automatically date right after the divorce. They were still the same as before, although if you ask from an outside point of view, they were more drawn to each other, almost as if they lost the barrier (read: marriage that involves Taehyung) between them. The touches were still subtle, but the glances were not. What is not subtle is the more frequent staying over one’s apartment. Sometimes Taehyung brings Hyeon-goo over to Jeongguk for the two’s play date. Articles have resurfaced and the photos of Taehyung waddling with Hyeon-goo around Jeongguk’s apartment area have surfaced the internet and people have been wondering who the child might be and her relationship with the author.

Hyeon-goo has already raided Jeongguk’s bedroom and apparently has fallen asleep on the navy blue sheets and soft comforter, cradling her ‘baby’ named Precious. The elderlies have retreated into the sofa, as it seems like the time is appropriate to bring out the bottles of beers and soju and some chips Jeongguk has in his cupboard.

“The baby is sleeping.” Taehyung sing-songs, plopping down beside Jeongguk where the two have settled to sit on the floor with their backs on the sofa.

“I’m not sleeping.” Jeongguk raises his head from where he has his eyes closed and looks at Taehyung. “Are you the baby?” Taehyung asks, face contorting has he opens two bottles. “Am I your baby?” Jeongguk retorts. Taehyung doesn’t respond. He just hums and drops a soft kiss on Jeongguk’s high cheek bones where a dust of highlighter would look as pretty as him. The two cleans up before drifting the bedroom where Taehyung’s daughter has been resting for the past hour and insists that they transfer to the spare room so the other can rest before his schedule the next day. The three ended up sprawled on the bed after a brief bickering on who will sleep where, Hyeon-goo peacefully asleep in between them, under one thick duvet protecting them from the cold. Taehyung has always protected Hyeon-goo from the public as he was a public figure himself. His baby is cute and that is a fact. However, he has always refused to let the public know of his personal affairs including his recent divorce and his baby. “Hyeon-goo, wakey wakey, mama is picking you up.” Taehyung tickles her baby in hopes to wake her up in a good mood. “What time is she coming again?” Jeongguk asks as he prepares their breakfast and Taehyung settles the sleepy baby on her high chair. “Two hours more don’t worry.” Jeongguk has only met Hyeon-goo’s mother a handful of times and almost all of them consist of when she picks Goo up. However, today is the first time she rings the doorbell to Jeongguk’s home to pick the baby up for their bonding time per week. “She kept on asking if we moved recently because I gave her a different address. Took a long time to convince her to just come. She asks too many questions.” Taehyung retells the encounter. Hyeon-goo was over at her mom’s for 3 days and two nights, to which Taehyung and Jeongguk have carefully planned out their weekend date. The date includes a stay in, a laptop and their phones open to research on a possible family get away. The couple plans for a mini vacation (the sole reason why Jeongguk asked for a break and so did Taehyung minus the grand announcement that was broadcasted on national television during the night time and day time news the following morning of the announcement), which includes Hyeon-goo so the two have been spending their first free afternoon together scrolling through numerous pages that can accommodate their little family. (Jungkook’s heart does NOT clench when he calls them a little family.) (Jungkook loves their little family) “You think Hyeon-goo would not be scared of the large windmills, no?” Jungkook asks as he reads reviews of the tourist spot by the beach. “I don’t think so. The wind must scare her, though. Let’s just let her run around the area where the wind is not too strong if there is.” By the time they have retreated back and forth to get snacks (nobody mentions the lazy hands roaming around each other’s body), they have a flight booked for the three of them, a large hotel room, and a whole two weeks planned away in a foreign island with Hyeon-goo. The next day, the two packs for their trip. Their plane leaves in four days and “I still don’t have a good ass sun block, Jeongguk. Sunblock. It’s important”, so the two makes a run to the nearby mall to do a quick shopping of things they would need. Jeongguk feels they have been spotted if the not so subtle phones slightly pointed at them are any indications but he pays no mind. He was not holding Taehyung’s hand when they are in public. The two have already had this practice of what they are once they step foot outside of their door. Taehyung finally has his sunblock, and gets Jeongguk a new swim short without the other man’s knowledge. Goo also gets a new pair of cute swim wear and sun protector stuff for babies for when they run around on the beach.

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During one of Jeongguk’s filming at the States, Taehyung followed suit for a scheduled book signing in the same state.

The two attended their respective schedules and gets a week off for their own personal rest schedule during their work.

Taehyung comes back to Korea without Jeongguk being physically there to drag him through as the latter still has two more weeks of promotion for his new EP he put out.

Taehyung also comes back as a married man.

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[ARTICLE] KOREABOO: See photos of Jeon Jeongguk on vacation, holding a baby! [ARTICLE] NAVER: Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung spotted during vacation with unnamed baby. [ARTICLE] SOOMPI: In photos: Jeon Jeongguk on vacation; see what the Idol is up to overseas. [+913, -130] What are these people doing? He clearly said vacation! His personal time and you are all out here taking photos of him and his friend and a baby(?). You all don’t know respect. [+313, -1301] As we speak they are currently getting a hold of information during this trip. How reckless of the two adults to bring an innocent child into this. [+3130, -942] Do not spread around the information going around the internet. Heartless people spreading the information of the child? If Jungkook and Taehyung chose to be silent about this it’s their choice, if they do release statements, it’s also their choice. Stop spreading information about their vacation. See more posts I ship them both! Just imagine their little family omg kkk Jungkookie holding his first born with his husband on the beach is canon. Delusional people, they clearly stated they are friends! Also leave the child out of this.

“Yeah, I’ve seen. No we’re okay, hyung. We’re being recognized but we’re safe.” Jeongguk speaks into his phone.

The little family has retreated to their hotel room with minimal assistance from hotel personnel as there have been journalists (“they’re paps, Tae.”) who have been trying to get a hold of the two (and the child).

“I’ll speak with Tae, our concern is Hyeonie. Thank you, hyung. Let me know, we’ll talk also.” He replies.

Taehyung had just bathed Hyeon-goo and is currently lurring her to get her afternoon nap after a short shower, which will be successful within five minutes of the two adults cease all noise and provide silence for the child. The two had already sat on the sofa just outside the room where Hyeon-goo was sleeping peacefully, ready to speak on the issue. They had known before even stepping foot on the plane that this may happen. They just had to trust that people would actually respect but no. “Worst case scenario, hyung said, is we release a statement.” Jeongguk explains. “I’m fine with telling them about us, but I’m not sure about Hyeon-goo.” Taehyung sighs. “Although it’s already too late for that.” Taehyung recalls reading through the articles with Jeongguk on the information they have gathered (they knew Hyeonie’s name!!! What the fuck!!!). That evening, the two have concluded to just order room service for dinner as they await for the statement being drafted from their agencies, waiting for the go signal from the two parties involved. They could not let this ruin their vacation. Although the two have been secretly reading through the internet’s reaction and theories on their own phones. “Are you reading more, Jeonggukkie?” Taehyung teases. “No? You are.” Jeongguk huffs, eyes not leaving the certain tweet he was reading. How come we did not know that Jeongguk has a child and married? the tweet says (no Jeongguk does not stalk but) which have already garnered thousands of interactions and reactions. The certain tweet also attached the photos from vacation. One photo which has Jeongguk fondly carrying Hyeonie, and the other one has the little family playing with each other but what sends the people buzzing was the not so subtle closeness of Taehyung and Jeongguk and the fact that Jeongguk was nuzzling his nose to Taehyung’s ear and Hyeonie was caught mid-giggle.

Actor Jeon Jeongguk and Author Kim Taehyung are actually, in fact, married and has a daughter. Another win for the gays. We all knew they were more than friends but the way this all played out… pretends to be shocked…. Jokes and memes aside can we all acknowledge the fact this is so brave of them? We support u taeguk <3

The discussion on the internet goes on as more people express the same thought: How the A-lister managed to hide the fact that he is in fact, married and has a child.

There have been tweets going around trying to put a stop on the spreading of the photos courtesy of some fans of the two, although it will be a little too late for that.

Jeongguk had been laying his whole body on the sofa and Taehyung plops down on his times, using them as a cushion as they continue to read through tweets and articles.

The next morning, the statement that will be released by Jeongguk’s agency have already been approved by Taehyung and Jeongguk themselves, and the two are also planning to release small additional comments on their own through their respective platforms, by the afternoon that the little family has returned on their little adventure and vacation (plan: bring Hyeon-goo to the amusement park), the statement has already been released in local time.

“Taehyung! Tae, wear this.” Jeongguk secures the unicorn headband on Taehyung’s head, matching the ones Hyeonie and he were wearing.

“We’re like the colorful horse, daddy!” Hyeon-goo exclaims, wiggling around the unicorn horn(?) on Taehyung’s headband.

“It’s unicorn, baby.” Taehyung corrects gently.

“Dada, let’s go, cotton candy, please?” Hyeonie turns to Jeongguk and the latter makes a big gesture as not being able to see the cotton candy stands a few steps from where they have been standing.

“Say I love you or no candy.” Taehyung teases the child.

“I love you.” Jeongguk says instead and after securing Hyeonie on one arm, grabs Taehyung’s waist with the other to pull him closer and kiss him.

“Love you too but no candy for you.” Taehyung replies, appeasing the older.

“Love you daddy.” Hyeonie grabs her daddy and also gives him a kiss, copying Jeongguk. “Love you more baby.” He carries her, supporting her light weight on his arms.

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Hello, this is Jeon Jeongguk of Ganghan Entertainment.

In light of the recent events and the circulating issue which involves me and two important people in my life, we have decided to proudly announce that I am indeed married to Kim Taehyung, the love of my life. Together we have carefully built our family and protected our love together in order to give our daughter Kim Hyeon-goo a prosperous but private life.

With this and with respect to the previous statement released by my company, and in respect to Kim Taehyung and his party, we wish to ask you to respect our family and as we go on and live our private life. We also ask for your respect and understanding should you encounter us on the remaining days of our vacation as we create memories as a family.

We appreciate your never-ending support and we love you in all forms.

Thank you.

Guk, Tae & Goo.

[end]

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Fandom Questions

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Involved as in ‘frantically read every book I could get my hands on, daydreamed about being part of that universe and wrote stories/made art inspired by the books, if not actual fanfiction’? Mm, probably The Chronicles of Narnia when I was six or seven. The next great obsession was The Silver Brumby when I went through my horse stage around age 12, and then Sweet Valley High when I was 15. Hahaha.

2. What is your latest fandom?

Marvel! I’m not into comics and I’m definitely not interested in consuming every last bit of canon material or memorising the variations of every universe, but I love (most of) the movies and Agents of SHIELD is pretty cool.

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

Star Trek Voyager. No contest. I venture to suggest that the older fandoms, the ones that are all about defunct shows, are a hell of a lot more chilled. Maybe because we’ve come to terms with our shitty canon endings and learned that liking the ship you hate doesn’t make someone problematic, unlike some newer fandoms I could name (Yes I’m talking about you, Game of Thrones fans. What the fuck.)

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

I’ve dipped a toe into one or two fandoms for shows or books I’ve really enjoyed and backed the fuck out when the vibe gets weird (oh hey, it’s GoT again), but nope. No regrets.

5. Which fandoms have you written fanfiction for?

All the Star Treks except TOS, and a Trek/MCU crossover. I’d like to write more for MCU someday. Plus I’ve written longhand entire notebooks full of teen romance shit that bore an uncanny similarity to SVH, and my first short story was a fantasy fic that featured a girl whose guardian was a wise talking lion who led her into mystical secret worlds, which is kind of familiar.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Wow. I’m going to define ‘involved in’ as ‘cared enough about to have an OTP’, but I’m guaranteed to forget a ton. In no particular order:

Voyager: Janeway x anyone who can get her off

Discovery: Lorca x Cornwell or Pike x Tyler x Burnham (or any combination of)

DS9: Kira x Jadzia Dax

TNG: Picard x Vash, I guess? I don’t really have any TNG ships

ENT: T’Pol x Trip x Hoshi (or any variation therein)

MCU: Cap x Widow

AoS: Coulson x Skye... no May... no Skye... I don’t know

CAOS: Madam Satan x Zelda

Timeless: Garcy

The Good Place: Eleanor x Tahani

The 100 (shut up): toss up between Clarke x Bellamy and Kane x Abby

Veronica Mars: Veronica x Leo (first run), Veronica x Logan (s4)

Orphan Black: Cosima x Delphine

BSG: Apollo x Starbuck

SG1: Sam x Jack

Arrow: Olicity (so over the show now though)

This Life: Milly x Egg

Yeah you know what... I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of any other shows where I’ve been invested in The Romance that much.

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

I’m too tired to do every fandom, and besides, I can come around to almost any ship if the headcanons (or fics) are convincing enough. I do have a few hard no-gos, but they might be someone else’s OTP so I’ll shut up about them.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Reluctantly. The MCU movies are not something I ever thought I’d enjoy beyond a dull evening’s entertainment. I never expected to get attached to the characters. And yet.

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Voyager is my forever fandom and the only one where I’ve really interacted with other fans. The best things about it? In general, everyone is just cool, accepting, open and basically awesome. And talented. I love my Party Bus people.

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Sure. The 100, Veronica Mars and Agents of SHIELD are the ones I’d dip into more frequently. I really enjoy crossovers between Trek and BSG or the Stargate variants, too.

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP?

Janeway x Chakotay.

12. Who is your current OT3?

Janeway x Chakotay x Paris.

13. Any NoTPs?

A few.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Janeway & Tuvok! Also Torres & Chakotay, and I’d have killed for more Janeway & Torres in canon. (If they kissed sometimes that would be okay too)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Yeah. Paris x Seven. There are like two fics in existence, and yet ... the potential! (Sorry, B’Elanna)

16. Are there any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Nope.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Janeway x Paris. And they’re still way up there, but not quite at the top.

18. What ship have you written the most about?

84% of my fics feature Janeway x Chakotay as either the primary or secondary pairing... holy shit.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Paris x Torres. I mean, I feel them. I just don’t generally feel the need to write about them.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Chakotay x Seven. In another universe, it could’ve been beautiful.

Author Questions

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Actual story that was clearly fanfic? A farcical drunken romp told in the 24th century equivalent of email format called PADDemonium (see what I did there?)

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Lol, a few things that should probably have never seen the light of day for various reasons, some of them leola related. But I’ve only deleted two fics that I can recall.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Relieved. It’s a 30k AU Chakotay moral dilemma backstory that brings in DS9 characters, Section 31 and his longstanding history with AU Janeway. I did so much research for it (way back in the days before memory alpha and chakoteya.net) and I’m really proud of how I wound in canon stuff across series but changed a few key bits and pieces. Only problem is, it’s a sequel to ...

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

... Pressure, which I can’t even read without cringing. My characterisation of Janeway, even Angry Maquis AU Janeway, is way over the top and there are moments that verge on Mills and Boon and give me first, second and third hand embarrassment. God, I’d love to rewrite it. Actually, that’s a lie. I want someone else to rewrite it so I can read it without covering my eyes and moaning.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

Desperate Measures, by about 70,000 light years, lol. Although Fragile Things beats it on bookmarks.

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

You know what? A fair percentage of the time, I think of the title first and come up with a plot second. Aside from that, I prefer shorter, punchier titles that clearly tie into the story (Flight Risk, Speechless), though sometimes it’s song lyrics (Burn Our Horizons, your body like a searchlight) or a literary quote (Required to Bear, All the Devils are Here) or a turn of phrase from the story itself (The Prisons You Inhabit). Hey that was fun. Thanks for letting me pimp the shit out of my stories.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Ugh, it depends on the day. Summaries are harder, I think. I never want to give away too much of the plot, but there has to be enough there for people to know whether they’ll bother clicking. Funny story: I actually ran the stats on this a few months back. Here they are for your edification:

Fics with a one line plot summary = 54%

With two or three line plot summary = 18%

With a short snippet directly from the fic = 16%

With a snippet + a one line explanation = 3%

With a one line plot summary plus a line to date the fic (eg "set in season 3", “episode tag to Worst Case Scenario") or the fic prompt = 7%

And finally, a quote from something other than the fic = 2% (that's only 3 fics).

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

Ooh. I’ll say the final scene in Explosive.

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

I used to regularly ask @jhelenoftrek and @littleobsessions90 to beta for me, and both of them are brilliant at it. Lately I’ve been posting without sending my stuff off for editing. This is partly because I’m impatient to get stuff out there, partly because I don’t have as much time to write/edit, and partly because I’m a little less focused on improving my writing and more on enjoying it for its own sake.

30. What inspires you to write?

Little bits of episode dialogue I haven’t noticed before, other people’s fanfiction, stray conversations, fic prompts, song lyrics, random headcanons, fever dreams, dares ...

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

I’ve been really lucky with comments on my fic. The least helpful comment I’ve ever received was on one of my early 30k fics and all it said was “Did you have to take the name of the lord in vain?” Which is kind of funny. The nicest thing anyone’s ever said? I’m very partial to the feedback that starts “I don’t even like this pairing/genre/trope/show but you made me love it”, and particularly “I’ll read anything you write, I don’t care what it’s about.” But all comments are gold. The little heart button is cool too.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

I’m not someone who can tune out music I love, or leave it in the background to inspire me. If it’s on, I’m fully invested in it. I’m that annoying person in the car who flips radio stations every three seconds until I find something I like and then it’s on 11 and I’m singing along to it. I’m also really picky but extremely eclectic, although there are genres I can’t stand (anything with autotune makes me stabby). That said, sometimes I find a song that I can’t stop listening to for weeks and often that perfect combination of music and lyrics will inspire me to write a fic. For example, I just plotted out an entire J/C story because of this song.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

All of the above. Although I’m not sure if my longest epic is huuuuuge or just huuuge.

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

101,467.

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

I have two drabble collections. One is all J/C, full of responses to random prompts and I add to it sporadically. The other is episode additions set on Kathryn Janeway’s birthday (May 20) and added to annually.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Angst, definitely. Sometimes it’s smutty angst or fluffy angst or hurt/comfort angst, but often it’s just fucking unrelenting angst. And I’m okay with that.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

I did the stats on this once, too, haha. Pretty sure I came out fairly even on first and third person with a smattering of second person in there. I’m probably even-ish on present vs past tense, too. I make it a point to mix it up to avoid my writing getting stale or same-y. And sometimes a fic doesn’t really click for me until I try it in a different POV or tense or from a different character’s perspective.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

I mostly write for canon characters - the fun is in all the different ways you can interpret and imagine them - but I’ve been known to throw in the odd OC, or focus on a character who only got a brief cameo appearance, or write about someone who only appears in beta canon, or who only rates a mention on screen.

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Oh, wow. I’m not sure. I guess the thing I value most about my own writing is my willingness to try different styles, characters, pairings and so on. The thing I strive for most is characterisation that feels true, and I really love it when I get comments on that. Exploring a character in a way that rings true with a reader is the best thing ever.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Overly long sentences and adverb abuse, haha. No, truthfully, there comes a point in most of my fics, particularly the longer ones, when I really just want to scrap it because in my heart I know it’s dreadful. Usually that passes once I slog through the ‘I don’t wanna’ stage because I’m a bloody-minded bitch, but sometimes fics do get left in the dust half-written. Honestly, though, they’re the ones that probably should stay there.

Fanfiction Questions

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

This is hilarious because I was just talking on discord about my problematic ‘to read’ pile. My unread AO3 subscription emails currently number 29 and my phone browser has 71 tabs open. So here are 5 random picks from that list of exactly 100 fics I should be reading:

Sex on the Beach (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by @traccigaryn

The Ruby Ring (T, Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway/Tighe) by @trinfinity2001

Earth is But an Idea (T, Janeway/Chakotay, Carter/O’Neill) by @caladeniablue

Home (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by Cassatt

Wise Up (E, Janeway/Chakotay) by KimJ

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

Only five? Shit. Okay. In no particular order, these are five of the writers I keep coming back to:

quantumsilver (also here)

northernexposure

LittleObsessions

Helen8462

Cheshire

But there are so many others. My chosen fandom is chock full of amazing talent.

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

All of the authors above for various reasons, but also august because her writing is so spare and delicate and devastating, and runawaymetaphor because she writes the most delicious Janeway/Paris, and @seperis because I read In the Space of Seven Days literally 20 years ago and I still haven’t recovered, and I could be here all night raving on this topic but there are still many questions to get through.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

Janeway x Paris. I’m so happy there’s been a little bit of a resurgence in J/P fics lately. Thanks, @curator-on-ao3, you’re doing the lord’s work.

I’ll also take Janeway x Johnson content any day of the week.

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

What the hell? I can’t pick just one! Ugh!

... but okay, here’s the first one that came to mind when I tried to think about this: if you came this way by tree. I’m not sure I’d call it my favourite, but it’s one I revisit often. Ugh, there are so many other fics I’m thinking of now that I really want to list.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Oh, that’s hard. I should probably pick an angsty smutty J/C because that’s a fair proportion of what I write and it’s good to let a new reader know what they can expect. But honestly, I think the best fic I’ve written is The Uncharted Sea. (It’s safe for work. Maybe not for makeup.)

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

The Archive, of course. Where else can I find ad-free hosting on a stunningly user-friendly interface with absolutely no moralising content restrictions and the world’s best tagging system? That Hugo award is well deserved.

Tumblr is good for headcanons and meta and gifsets and a few other formats that I’m less likely to post on AO3 because I’d feel like I was pissing off people who subscribe to me by giving them some random garbage.

I also have my own website, but I’m not really sure why. Sometimes I post fic there that doesn’t make it to tumblr or AO3.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

I try to. Honestly I do. I love it when I get reviews, so I figure paying it forward is the least I can do. I’m less scrupulous about leaving comments when I’m busy or reading on my phone.

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

I mean, I love it when people reblog, but I certainly don’t expect it. @arcadia1995 is amazing for reblogging stuff *blows kisses*

Nobody owes fanfic writers shit, but I feel like there’s a tacit agreement that if you like what you just read for free and you’re on a platform that makes it easy to do so, you leave a review or at least a kudos, because I’m not gonna lie, posting a fic you’ve worked super hard on and seeing it get very few kudos or comments is a bit deflating. I’m sure a lot of us have been there.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

During Voyager’s original run I was trawling the internet for Endgame spoilers (I don’t know why; I usually love surprises) and I guess I googled (or whatever the 2001 equivalent of googling was) something like “how does voyager get home” and somehow I stumbled across Revisionist History. At first I had no idea what I was reading - was this a lost story pitch that somehow got leaked? A professional novella commissioned by the showrunners?

Then I started following links and discovered yahoo groups and webrings and Trekiverse and fanfiction.net and all sorts of incredible things I’d never guessed at, including the now defunct ‘archipelago of angst’, a collection of Voyager writers who focused mainly on a darker Janeway than most of the other fic writers I was encountering, and I was hooked. So I wrote a few of my own pieces, and then I lost interest for 15 years. I’m still not sure how I got dragged back in.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Honestly, in what other way can I indulge my obsessions, hone my skills and talk about it endlessly with like-minded people? Where else can I instantly find a plethora of fiction about the exact topic I feel like reading about on my mobile device and for free? Fanfiction is fucking amazing and I’m so glad it exists in my life.

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