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everafterfics · 2 years

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Melody [Viktor x Reader]

So for those who don’t know, I am kind of into the Love Live fandom and like school idols. The songs are so catchy and I love the dancing! So heres my obligatory idol AU.

Synopsis: An enchanting song brings Viktor and Jayce to discover a budding idol group in Piltover. Viktor may just be taken by one of the singers sweet singing.

Warnings: None!

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The song in this fic is this one. All lyrics belong to 9 Mermaids. The reader sings for Ruby (the one with the red hair and pigtails)

The leaves rustled lightly through the late summer breeze of Piltover Academy. School had returned to session not more than a week ago, but all of the students were already studying hard. The common areas of the academy campus were overrun with students of all majors exchanging information and working on projects. Not long ago Viktor was one of those students.

He and his partner Jayce recently founded their own company, Hextech, and were currently working on a new device that could use magic to transport objects. After a particularly bad failed attempt Jayce had called for a break. Viktor preferred to keep working on the issues with their project, but Jayce insisted.

The two went out for coffee at a nearby shop and after spending about 10 minutes sitting in the shop they decided to go back to work. Why? Well, Viktor wouldn’t stop talking about what went wrong and how they could fix it.

“I’m not going to get that brain of yours to take a break am I?” Jayce had said.

“No I don’t think you will.” Viktor had rebutted.

And so they were now on their way back to the lab. However, Jayce had convinced Viktor to at least take the scenic route.

A gentle melody could be heard as the two men strolled down the empty path. It was strange that anybody would even be back towards this part of campus, usually it was deserted. As the two men rounded the corner they caught sight of a young woman in the grass beside the path.

It looked as though she was practicing some sort of performance. Her H/C hair was tied up and flowing in the breeze with every movement she made. The music on her small record player slowed, as did her dancing. After a few measures of music she started to sing “But when I recall how we said our goodbyes…” she waited again for several measures.

Jayce and Viktor quietly walked closer, but not enough to disturb her. Her voice was sweet and smooth as she sang. “Though it hurts me!” Her hand raised to the sky and she looked at it. With each passing beat it moved before she finally brought it back down in front of her. “Far away, you’re far away, and I miss you everyday! So I’ll drink your favorite tea, and hope you’re missing me.”

Jayce was enjoying the performance, but surprisingly it had Viktor entranced. He didn’t usually listen to music like that, it had such a catchy and youthful sound. And this girl, it was as though she embodied everything about that song. Her youthful and admittedly cute face caught his eye. Her sweetness filled his heart with a feeling he couldn’t explain. It almost felt unnatural to him. He who always put his work first, who’s mind was always thinking, the gears in his brain always turning. But now those gears had stopped completely with her enchanting melody.

The music slowed and she ended her song with the final words “Thank you very much!” And in the silence Viktor was left staring.

“Damn I messed up that breakdown again!” She mumbled to herself and ran her hands down her face in frustration. “Ok! Maybe if I run it again I’ll get it this time.”

Before she even had the chance to restart her backtrack she was caught off guard by the sound of clapping. Her head whipped to the left to see two men standing on the path clapping for her performance.

“That was amazing! Are you doing some sort of show?” Jayce asked.

His question was met with the mysterious girl letting out an adorable squeak as her face contorted with terror. She quickly scooped up her bag that had been discarded nearby and ran as fast as she could.

“Wait!” Jayce shouted after her. “You forgot your-“ he picked up the small record player. “This is the smallest music device I’ve ever seen.” He commented.

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‘How long were they standing there? Did they see everything? This is so embarrassing!’ Your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you ran back to your dorm room. You were in your last year at the Piltover Academy in their English program. This year you and your two friends, Mina and Anya, had decided to do something different. You decided to form an idol group together.

The idea came from seeing the popular idol Seraphine perform after last year’s graduation ceremony. So the three of you worked all summer to write songs for a concert to welcome the scholars of Piltover back the the academy, which you got permission to do of course. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and you loved performing, but being caught practicing by yourself was particularly embarrassing.

You slammed the door to your room closed behind you. You sighed as you walked over to your bed, placed your bag beside you, and sat down. “I knew I should have just practiced in here, but it was so nice out today.” You grumbled and ran your hand through your hair. You took a moment to calm your emotions before turning to your bag. “I still have work to do on my dancing so I might as well get back to it.” You dug in your bag for a bit, but each passing second filled you with more and more dread as your digging became more frantic. “Oh no. Where is it? Where is it?!”

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Jayce held the tiny musical contraption in his hand. He looked at it as he leaned back in the chair at his desk. “How are we going to get this back to her?”

“Clearly she’s a performer. The music department is probably your best bet in finding her.” Viktor commented before attempting to get back to his work. His brain was still riddled with thoughts of that song and that sweet voice of hers. He crumpled the paper full of equations he had been working on before tossing it aside.

“We should probably look for her together. Two heads are better than one.” Jayce suggested.

Viktor groaned at his lack of focus. “Clearly I’m not getting any work done anyway. So why not.”

“Oh? Something bothering you?” Jayce cocked an eyebrow at how easily Viktor gave in.

“I’m having trouble focusing. Some fresh air might clear my head.” Viktor grabbed his cane and walked beside his partner.

Jayce laughed before standing up himself. “We just got some fresh air.” Viktor rolled his eyes at Jayces comment. “You sure you’re not distracted by a certain mysterious songstress?”

“Perhaps the song was a little catchy.” Viktor admitted.

Jayce patted his partner on the back as he passed him to get to the door. “It was catchy.” Once the two men exited to make their way to the music department Jayce made another comment. “It sounded like something Caitlyn would listen to. She does like that other singer, Seraphine. Oh and that K/DA group, though their music isn’t as… bubblegum pop.”

“I don’t believe I’ve every heard of either group before.”

“Don’t worry I probably wouldn’t know them either if it wasn’t for Caitlyn.” Jayce laughed.

*********

You made your way back to where you were practicing, but much to your dismay the music player wasn’t there. “Ugh I bet those two guys took it.” You sighed. “We had it specially made too. Mina is going to kill me for losing it!”

You made the decision to go and tell your partners what happened. Hopefully with the three of you looking you’d be able to find the guys who most likely had it. Though you had run away so fast that you didn’t really get a good look at them. Who knew if you’d even be able to recognize them? Still, you’d have to confess your mistake to your friends first.

You ran to the music wing and entered the doors into the practice room where Mina and Anya were working on their singing. “Hey guys…” the tone in your voice was very suspicious.

“What happened?” Mina asked, her dark brown eyes scanning your figure.

“So I was practicing the dance outside earlier…” you looked at your feet and shifted in place.

“And?” Mina waved a hand, prompting you to continue.

“And I was kind of seen by these two guys-“

“Did they like it?! Did they have any critiques about the song?” Anya butted in enthusiastically. Mina shot her a judgmental look that pretty much told her to shut up.

“So here’s the thing. They kind of caught me off guard and I sort of ran away.” Mina scowled, not quite sure where this was going. You said your next words very quietly. “And I sort of left the music player and when I went back it was gone.”

“You what?!” Mina shouted.

“I know! I’m sorry!” You cried back.

“Y/N! We had that made specifically for us to do remote practicing! It was one of a kind!” Mina argued.

“It’s not like I meant to lose it! Maybe the two guys picked it up?”

“And how do you suppose we find them huh? You don’t know anything about them and it’s not like we have spare time to look for them!” Mina continued to shout.

*********

“The director of music studies said that music students might be practicing somewhere in this wing…” Jayce commented as he and Viktor entered into a long hallway.

“We can only hope she actually is here.” Viktor replied, his voice a little more eager than he had expected it to be.

Suddenly the two heard shouting from a nearby practice room. It was rather sneaky of them, but they looked through the door window.

“Well this is a lucky break.” Jayce commented.

Viktor hummed in response as his eyes widened, seeing her through the window. The cute face he remembered from the performance earlier was now fraught with worry as she argued with two other girls.

Jayce knocked on the door. Viktor whipped his head away from the window and towards his partner having not been expecting the sound.

“I’m sorry but we’re kind of in the middle of something right now. Whatever this is, can it wait?” A red haired girl with an unpleasant look on her sharp face said when she opened the door.

“We just need a moment to speak with your friend there.” Jayce pointed towards the girl with the H/C hair, whom he and Viktor were looking for.

The red haired girl narrowed her eyes as she scanned the two men in front of her. After a rather awkward minute she replied. “Fine. But don’t make it too long.” She turned back towards the music room. “Y/N! Some guys are here to talk to you.” As Y/N passed her red haired companion, Mina, she was scolded. “These better be the guys that have our music player or else you’re going to get it later.”

Y/N exited into the hallway to meet with the two men.

*********

“Ah hi. I’m Jayce and this is Viktor.” One of the men introduced themselves. You had to admit that he was a bit intimidating with how much larger he was than you. Thankfully he had a kind face that put your nerves at ease.

“I’m Y/N.” You replied. “What can I do for you?”

“We were wondering if this belonged to you?” Jayce held out a small music player… your music player.

You gawked at it. “Yes! Yes it does!” You eagerly took it from his hands. “I left it behind after my practice earlier. Thank you for bringing it back!”

“Not a problem at all!” Jayce replied with a dazzling smile. “Though I do have to wonder, where did you get such a small music device?”

“We, that is the idol group I’m a part of, commissioned an engineering student to make it for us.” You explained.

“An idol group? What is that exactly?” Viktor finally spoke up. His accent was intoxicating to your ears, it took you a moment to reply.

“It’s like a music group. W-we sing and dance, but it’s more than just about the music. Each of us has different feelings that we’d like our audience to feel while we perform.” You explained with a dreamy look in your eyes. “Anya wants to excite the crowd and leave them in high spirits. Mina wants to wow the audience, to give them a show they won’t forget. And me… I just want the audience to have fun and to feel the love that I have for performing.”

“The three of you seem very passionate.” Viktor smiled at you and leaned onto his cane, drawing his attention towards you.

“We are. We worked all summer on the performance we will be putting on this weekend. And now that we have this back we can really buckle down on practicing!” you held up the tiny music device for emphasis.

“Well I can’t wait to see it. How about you Viktor?” Jayce patted his partner on the back.

“I am not usually a fan of big crowds, but you do make it sound fun.” Viktor placed a hand on his chin in thought. “And after that preview we got earlier, I don’t think I’d want to miss out on the full performance.”

You blushed at his compliment. “Oh, well… thank you in advance for coming”

“Of course! We will see you this weekend!.” Jayce gave a hard pat on Viktors back as a sign to leave.

“Break a leg this weekend miss Y/N.” Viktor gave a smile and a small wave. With that, he and Jayce left.

You waited a moment before slowly reentering the practice room, a small smile plastered on your face. Your friends were right by the door, no doubt watching from the window and trying to listen in.

“So they had it?”

“Ooo you’re smiling! What happened?” Mina and Anya statements conflicted each other in tone.

You held up your hand with the music player. “They kindly returned it. And they promised to come see our show this weekend.” You calmly said. Mina grabbed the music device from you and walked towards the piano in the corner of the room, leaving you near the door with Anya.

“And?” Anya took a step closer and raised her eyebrows, a childish grin crossing her lips.

“And?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“And you are blushing. What else happened?” Anya stepped even closer and spoke quieter. She was now in your personal bubble and it made you a bit uncomfortable.

“Nothing else happened.” You pushed away from her and began walking towards the piano. “One of them complimented my practice that’s all.”

Anya gasped very loudly and began to squeal. “That’s exciting! Which one said it? The big handsome one? No, he’s not your type. No way he’d get you blushing just from a compliment. So it must have been the other guy right? Do you like him?” Anya simply wouldn’t shut up and clearly it was getting on Minas nerves, given the furrowing of her brows.

“Alright let’s quit it with the gossip and start practicing. We’ve got a lot to do before this weekend.”

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“Good work. I think we’re ready for tomorrow night!” Mina clapped her hands together after the final run of your set.

“Yay! I am so excited!” Anya grabbed your hands and jumped with joy.

“Let’s not overwork ourselves though. Get a good nights sleep tonight ladies. Tomorrow we show this academy what we’ve got!” With Minas final words the three of you parted ways for the night.

On the way back to your dorm your growling stomach told you that a late night dinner was just what you needed. So, you made a plan in your head to go and get some takeout after a quick shower. Thankfully there was a small diner not too far off of campus that stayed open late.

You entered into the diner, refreshed from your shower. “Table for one?” The hostess asked.

“Just a takeout menu please” you responded. The young lady handed you the diners menu and you began to look it over.

“Welcome! Could I get you a table?” The hostess greeted another guest behind you as the bell above the door signaled their arrival.

“Ah, no thank you. I just need to order a coffee to go.” a familiar voice came from the man who was now standing beside you. You may have only met him once, but that accent was one you couldn’t forget. You lowered the menu and looked up at him. His eyes drifted down towards you before he turned to you. “Oh, hello. It was Y/N, right?”

You nodded at him. “Yeah. And you’re… Viktor, was it?”

“I am.” He gave a small smile that you happily returned. “So miss Y/N, what are you doing here so late?”

“I was going to get something to eat. Late night rehearsals tend to make one hungry.” You commented. Viktor hummed in reply. “I was going to get takeout, but maybe you’d like to join me?” You don’t know where you got the courage to ask him that, but with his answer you found that you were glad you did.

“I could use a break from the lab…” He murmured to himself before giving his actual answer, “Yes, I think I will join you.”

“Excuse me, miss!” You called out to the hostess who had been chatting with a waitress not too far from the podium near the door.

“Yes?” she responded and made her way back over to you.

“I could use that table after all. But make it a table for two.”

The two of you were seated by the window and menus were placed in front of you. Both of you thanked the waitress and got to chatting while looking over what to eat.

“So you know why I was out so late, but what about you?”

“Jayce and I have been hard at work developing a new form of technology. One that combines the Arcane with science and engineering. I have a habit of working very late into the night. This is one of the only places serving coffee this late.”

“Oh, that sounds very interesting. What sort of technology are you engineering?” You folded the menu down to look at him from across the table.

Viktor mimicked your motion before speaking to you again. “We are developing what we have decided to call a Hexgate. To put it simply, it utilizes runes and magic crystals to transport something between different places. We haven’t gotten it right just yet, but I believe we are close to a breakthrough! Once we get the Hexgates working, who knows what else we can create. I can only hope that we will be able to make a better world for Piltover and the Undercity alike.” Viktors eyes lit up when he talked about his work. His passion made your heart sing with joy. It very much reminded you of the inspiration you felt from Seraphines performance at the end of last semester.

“Are you two ready to order?” Your waitress cut in.

“Oh yes!” You replied. “I’ll have a water and a burger please. Medium rare… with a side of fries”

She jotted down your order before turning to Viktor. “And you sir?”

“Ah, just a coffee please. And a small slice of your apple pie.”

You both folded up your menus and handed them to the waitress. “I’ll get the order in for you.” She said before walking away.

“Not that hungry huh?” you commented.

“I did only come here for the coffee… but a small snack couldn’t hurt.” Viktor placed his elbows on the table and leaned onto his hands, an inquisitive look crossing his face. “So, what more can you tell me about this idol group of yours?”

“Well… The three of us formed it after seeing Seraphines concert last semester. Anya composes the music for us, since she’s majoring in music. Mina is majoring in theater so she choreographs our dances. And I write the lyrics. Oh, I’m an english major by the way.”

Viktor nodded in understanding. “You wrote that song you were singing the other day?”

“Yeah. I’ve always loved the idea of love and I wanted to write a song about it. I’m sure it’d feel more genuine if I actually had any experience with love, but the others like it so I guess it’s good enough.” You sighed and glanced out of the window into the streets of Piltover. “I wish I could connect with my own lyrics a bit more. Then I’m sure my performance would be even better.”

“Eh connection or not, I found your singing quite enchanting.”

You head whipped back towards Viktor at his compliment. “Y-you what?”

“I find the sound of your voice very sweet. In truth I could listen to you sing for hours.” Viktor looked at you with kind and compassionate eyes. It caught you off guard and left you gawking for a moment

“Viktor… Do you believe in love at first sight?” You averted your eyes as you asked.

Viktor leaned back in his seat and pondered the question. “As a scientist I am tempted to say no. Yet, something inside of me does believe in it.” He leaned forward once more and stared you down. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that, when we first met, I wasn’t just embarrassed to be caught practicing. I was worried that I may have made a fool out of myself in front of someone so… handsome.” You dared to sneak a glance up at Viktor, his cheeks held a dusting of blush on them. Taking it as a good sign you decided to continue. “And outside the music room… I found myself taken with you. If you think my voice is sweet then you have no idea just how intoxicating yours sounds.”

“You were taken with me?” Viktor was thoroughly surprised by what you were saying. He never even imagined that someone would be interested in him.

You nodded your head. “Yes. And your dedication and passion that you’ve described for your work, I must admit it’s only making me fall harder for you.”

Viktors face turned completely red. “I-“

“Order up!” The waitress returned with your food at the most inopportune time. She placed the plates down in front of the both of you and you could do nothing but awkwardly stare at them. “You two enjoy!”

You cleared your throat. “So, you- um- you were about to say something?”

“Right. Miss Y/N, if it is not too much trouble… I would very much like to take you out on a proper date. Perhaps after your concert tomorrow?”

“Yes!” You answered far too quickly. Viktor gave a small chuckle at your reaction. Clearing your throat you attempted to answer again with a little more self restraint. “I’d love to go on a date with you tomorrow night.”

A smile spread widely across Viktors face. “Wonderful! Do you have a favorite restaurant? Or somewhere you’d prefer to go?”

“I dont. So go ahead and surprise me!” You gave your answer with a glowing smile that made Viktors heart melt.

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Viktor and Jayce sat in the front row of the packed auditorium. The concert was free to attend, but Y/N had made sure to reserve special seats for them. Viktor couldn’t stop the excited butterflies in his stomach. He’d never been to a concert but he was itching to see how Y/N shined on stage.

Finally the lights dimmed and the audience fell silent. The stage lit up illuminating the idol group that stood center stage. Their frilled costumes sparkled under the stage lights.

“Good Evening Piltover! Are you ready for the show?” Mina shouted from center stage. The crowd roared in response.

Y/N stepped towards the center and made the next announcement “We are Spellbound, and we hope you enjoy our music!”

Finally Anya moved closer to the center. “Let’s kick off this school year with a bang!” She shouted before an upbeat tempo began to play.

It was different from the one song that Viktor had heard before. For some reason it didn’t occur to him that he would hear more than one song tonight. It did make sense though, a concert wouldn��t be just one song long after all.

He looked on at Y/N as she sang your heart out, a delighted smile was plastered on his face. She looked like you were having so much fun it was practically contagious.

The concert was beginning to draw to a close with the announcement of the final song. That’s when the familiar tune began to play. It was the song Viktor was most eager to hear. As soon as Y/N began to sing he could tell there was something different from when she practicing. There was more passion behind the notes, and a sincerity behind her lyrics that wasn’t there before. And Viktor knew in his heart that this newfound sound was thanks to him

**********

“I will end this note I said with a message just for you!

I have one thing left to say, I’m grateful everyday!

Because there’s a chance, a little chance, someday we will meet again, so until then… I’ll be waiting patiently!

Sending cards, filled with all our memories!”

Your eyes caught Viktors as you sang and danced and it filled you with more joy than you could’ve ever imagined. It sparked up your performance with emotion that you’d never conveyed on stage before.

As your concert drew to a close your group thanked everyone for coming. The thunderous applause that you received left all three of you with so much joy and pride for your work. The curtains of the stage closed and you all retreated backstage to congratulate one another.

The three of you exchanged a laugh, the high of your success still lingering around you. “That was amazing! I can’t believe how good we did!” Anya shouted.

“The crowd sure enjoyed it. I only hope we can do it again soon!” Mina said. Your laughter began to die down, but your smiles never ceased.

“It sure was exhilarating, but I feel like I’m ready to sleep for a week.” You joked.

“Well I hope you can keep yourself awake for a few more hours at least.” You whipped your head around to see where the new voice was coming from. Viktor had made it backstage with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Viktor!” you ran to him.“I think I can manage a few more hours. Otherwise I’d be a pretty bad excuse for a date.”

“I hardly think that is possible.” He held the flowers out to you “These are for you. Your performance tonight was breathtaking. I enjoyed every minute of it.”

You returned his gesture with a glowing smile and a harsh blush on your cheeks. “Thank you, thats so kind!” In a stroke of bravery you relevéd onto your toes and placed a quick kiss on Viktors cheek. It left him blushing and for a moment, stunned. “Let me change and we can head out. Wait here.” You quickly headed off to the dressing room, carefully avoiding your friends gazes. You knew that Anya would be overly excited for you and blow the whole thing out of proportion, and Mina would poke fun at your feelings. For this reason you were also very hasty in your quick change, not wanting to leave them alone with Viktor for too long.

You arrived back to Viktor as quickly as you could, but your friends were already bombarding him with questions. Thankfully he seemed to be handling them quite well. “Alright, I’m ready!” You announced.

Viktor broke away from your friends, giving them a courteous smile, and walked over to you. He extended a free arm for you to take. “Shall we then?”

You linked your arm with his and he led you out of the theater. “So where are you taking me tonight?”

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adessha · 2 years

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Takeaways from AfAm 112B

I have really enjoyed taking this class about Afrofuturism and Professor Due’s other class about Black Horror. I think there are more works that I see in everyday life that can be considered as Afrofuturism compared to Black Horror. There are some similar themes that I’ve seen in each of these categories. I think it’s interesting that some stuff is considered both Black Horror and Afrofuturism. For example, last quarter in Black Horror, we discussed the HBO show Lovecraft Country. As I continued to watch the series and finish it this quarter, I noticed a lot of Afrofuturism in this show. It has science fictional monsters, it was magic, it has time travel so I thought it was really interesting that I started off watching it during when I was taking Black Horror and as I’ve been taken Afrofuturism, it progressed more into that realm as well. So after taking this class, I notice myself pointing out things I see in that I think are Afrofuturism. Also, a lot of my friends took Black Horror and more of them also took this Afrofuturism class so we end up talking about how we see Afrofuturism in other things. Like one time my friend was wearing a shirt and I really liked it and then we talked about how it was related to Afrofuturism, I believe it was an Erykah Badu shirt. Also, because Afrofuturism is more than just science fiction, you can see it in a lot of media. As long as it connects the past, present, and future of Black people through a Black lens, I see it as Afrofuturism. I’ve really enjoyed seeing all the creativity from different artists and how they incorporate Afrofuturism and Black issues into their work. The visuals and imagery are very aesthetic and so artistic. They are also usually very well thought out and have so many references to other works that I am obviously still learning about but even when I don’t fully know about something or its origin, I find it so interesting learning about it because it shows how much work the artist has put into their work. Professor Due’s classes have been the most interesting and fun classes I have taken at UCLA which is why I’ve enjoyed learning about the material. One of my favorite pieces of new media I learned about in this class was the song “Rockit” by Herbie Hancock because of how catchy it is and the overall techno sound of the song. Also of the films we watched, I thought Sorry to Bother You, was an interesting film in how it talked about capitalism and showed societal issues but did so in a humorous way and the mythical part of the film where they were creating new creatures really caught me off guard so I think it was unique in this sense. Overall, this class and Black Horror really exposed me to a lot of new media and I will still try to see how I see elements of both of these in my everyday life.

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jumblejen · 3 years

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Reaching Out

Suptober21 Day 6: Cemetery Boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34330948

“Did I ever tell you about the fan convention thingy? With Chuck and Becky? And the ghosts of those little boys?”

“I don’t think so, Dean.”

“You remember the Supernatural books?”

“Yes, the Winchester Gospels.”

“Whatever. Anyway, Becky that squirrely superfan that married Sam? Well she decided to hold a fan convention for the books. This was after Lucifer was free but before Sam went to hell. And then she used Chuck’s phone to get us to come, made us think it was a case.”

“That must have been surprising when it wasn’t.”

“Yeah it was… something else. Somehow not nearly as disturbing as the musical though.”

“Oh yes. I liked the musical.”

“You weren’t even there!”

“No, but Sam told me about it. And I might have had Charlie scour the internet for a recording.”

“You what?!”

“The songs were very catchy. And I thought their Castiel did an excellent job.”

“That’s our lives. That’s not the point. You know what, never mind.”

“Sorry Dean.”

“So anyway, there wasn’t a case but we stuck around because Chuck asked us to. This was before he was God. Or at least before we knew he was God. And then there was a case.”

“What kind?”

“Ghosts. Ghosts of some little boys and their babysitter or whatever. Ended up having some pretty close calls. We thought it was the babysitter who was the evil one but she was keeping the sadistic kid ghosts in check. Was a whole thing.”

“Sounds complicated.”

“Yeah well…”

“What?”

“I just keep thinking.”

“About what?”

“About the boys in the cemetery.”

“The dead boys?”

“No, not them.”

“What boys are you talking about then?”

“There were these boys. Guys. Whatever. They helped Sam and me get the ghosts. They were larping as me and Sam and they really saved our bacon. I talked to them the day after it all went down.”

“About what?”

“Tryin’ to convince them that Sam and me were the real Sam and Dean. Don’t think they believed me though.”

“So you’re thinking about two men who helped out on a case more than ten years ago because they didn’t believe you were you?”

“No. I mean, not really. That’s not what I keep thinking about.”

“What are you thinking about then?”

“Well they were together. As a couple. And they met because of the Supernatural books. And the fact that they were together as Sam and me was weird and gave me the heebie-jeebies. But…”

“But what?”

“I keep thinking about how sweet they were. That next morning. I mean they were clearly friends when they were in the cemetery the first time with us. Friends and super not used to the idea that ghosts could be really real. And then after we got trapped in the place they managed to dig the dead boys up and send them on their way and no way we woulda survived very long without them.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. I guess I just keep thinking of how they were always in it together. Like they did the larping thing and they were dating or whatever. They saved us together.”

“Do you know what happened to them?”

“Nah.”

“Do you wish you did?”

“I don’t know man. It’s just… I was so surprised when they said they were together…”

“And now?”

“Now I wish I could say sorry. Or thank you? I mean I did thank them for stepping up. But just. I want to say thank you.”

“You could try to get Sam to search.”

“Nah. I don’t remember their names. Or where they were from.”

“Do you want to say it out loud anyway? As if they were here?”

“What, like praying?”

“No. Or maybe yes. Maybe you just need to say it out loud.”

“Not very good at that.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Yeah yeah. I deserved that.”

“Yes you did.”

“Though you aren’t great at it either.”

“I was an angel. I had to learn how to be human. What’s your excuse?”

“A shitty upbringing? Coupled with living in a patriarchal society that punishes men for expressing their needs and feelings?”

“You’ve been talking with Claire.”

“Your point?”

“You’ve been listening to Claire.”

“You don’t have to make it sound so impossible.”

“It surprised me.”

“We talk all the time!”

“You talk smack all the time.”

“’Talk smack’?”

“Did I use that wrong?”

“No. But that doesn’t mean you should say it.”

“Okay.”

“What would I say? To the air or whatever.”

“Say what you want to express to the men who caught you off guard by being homosexual.”

“You know I had issues.”

“How badly did you panic?”

“I did not panic at all. I may have made it a little awkward.”

“So what would you want to say. To make it not awkward in your head anymore?”

“I… I don’t know. I mean I know, but I don’t know how to say it.”

“Would it hurt to try?”

“It might.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I think it’s the kind of hurt that might help.”

“Okay.”

“Well, here goes. Dear guys who larped as Sam and me and were a gay couple. A lot’s happened since I met you. Thanks again for ganking those ghosts in the cemetery. Saved our asses. Which we covered the next day. Sorry about being weird with you. To you. Whatever. After you said you were together. I didn’t really know how to process that because you were larping as me and my brother and that part still skeeves me out. But also, I didn’t know how to see you be that open and together. I didn’t know you could be a gay couple and just be that. Though obviously you could. I guess. I mean, it’s great for you. No that’s not what I mean, I mean it is great for you. To…to have someone. I just didn’t know how to live where people could see me. And to see you…made me have to think about a bunch of stuff I wasn’t really ready to look closely at. In my own heart. But I think about you, and I think about how good you were together. So, uh, anyway. I hope you’re still happy. And together and stuff. And like I said. Thanks.”

“How did that feel?”

“It felt…it felt okay.”

“Then I’m glad you did it.”

“Me too… Hey Cas?”

“Yes Dean?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Do you think it’d be weird to, you know, maybe try to find them?”

“What if they aren’t together? Or…”

“Dead? Yeah, that would be hard. But maybe that’s not what’s important.”

“Then what is important?”

“I was so thrown by the gay thing I didn’t really think about the fact that these dudes now knew that ghosts were real and they only had each other. I shoulda given them my number or looked out for them. Or something. So maybe…maybe I should try to find them. And if they’re still alive. Maybe I can…maybe we can help them. Or whatever.”

“I think that’s a great idea Dean.”

“You do?”

“I do. Come on. Let’s get some sleep. We can talk with Sam in the morning and figure out how to start the search.”

“Thanks Cas. Love you.”

“Love you too Dean. Good night.”

“Night.”

#suptober21 #destiel #late-night talks

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enhyupn · 3 years

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the perfect date! five

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 4.6k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned, jealousy, arguments + there might be grammatical and spelling errors in this 😞

ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular

a/n this was a rollercoaster to write but also i tried to think about what i would do in that situation 🤨 i lowkey hate how i wrote tho but!! i tried to tie it in with the next part so

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groggily walking up to multiple missed calls instead of your usual alarm wasn’t what you were exactly expecting on a wednesday morning. you couldn’t even feel your arm moving to pick up your phone on your bed side table, the numbness in your fingers slightly going away as you accepted the call.

you hadn’t even spared a glance at the caller id, not even caring at the point if a scammer was the one spamming your inbox. you wanted to get over with the call as soon as possible. you contemplate for a second, your brain not fully awake asking yourself if you should put the phone on speaker or not. your decision was made with a drowsy tap, the sound of a familiar voice flooded your bedroom (crossing out the scammer possibility).

“i’m outside, i can see your window from here” the oddly cheerful voice took over your senses, snapping your eyes wide open at the volume. you sit up from you bed, confused why he was so energetic at six thirty in the morning. you couldn’t help but crack your back and arm into the mic, the stiffness going away with the cost of jake cringing at the sound. “why did you need to do that at full volume?”.

“it’s therapeutic” you retaliate, your voice still sounding a little rough due to just being woken up. you had to fight the urge to bicker with jake, knowing it wouldn’t end well with your drowsy state of mind. you sigh, one leg out of the bed with the full intention of flipping jake off from your bedroom window. “you know what time it is, right?”.

“you know what time sunghoon wants us there at, right?” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when opening your flimsy curtains, a self reminder to change them in the later week. “there you are” a smile intertwining with his words. you couldn’t help but dismissively shake your head when your eyes caught a glimpse of jake’s figure waving at you enthusiastically, you could even see his smile brightly shining on you.

“get inside” you ask him with your eyes slightly closed, your hands running through your hair sleepily. “i’m scared that if you stay there for any longer you’ll be reciting romeo and juliet to the whole neighbourhood”.

“rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon. the moon is already sick and pale with grief because—” his short lived shakespeare performance was dropped in an instant when you ended the call. with your eyes following him as he made his way to your doorstep, a light giggle escaping absentmindedly. your eyes widened at your action, not expecting it at all.

“what the hell was that” you almost slapped yourself in shock, shaking it off you drop your phone onto your bed (throwing it would be the more realistic word honestly). a loud groan coming out of your mouth when your tiredness finally caught up to you, a reminder than you had woken up just to go to school. “jake sim did not just make me giggle like a school girl” you whispered, embarrassed by yourself as you held up your school uniform in disgust, a wave of shudders falling onto you.

even without the presence of jake in front of you, you knew that he was almost impatiently waiting for you in your living room right underneath you. with one last tug at your obnoxious tie, you take a closer glance at your mirror. your hands fidget around your face, hair and anywhere you thought you needed to fix up on. humming the lyrics of a catchy song stuck in your head, you feel your heart suddenly drop at the memory of the previous night before.

as dramatic as it may look, you were not ready to see jay later in the morning. embarrassing yourself and being potentially confessed to was the first part of your worries, having to face him after doing those was now currently your main problem. you contemplate for a moment, eyes trained your your reflection in the mirror as a way to build your slowly deteriorating confidence. with a deep breath you closed your eyes, the calming air surrounding you finally taking it’s place—

“are you ready?” multiple loud knocks interrupted you abruptly, scaring you to the point of almost screaming. you knew from the ability to comfortably go around your home like it was his own, that this impatience came from jake himself. you roll your eyes as you roughly grab your bag from the corner of your room, your expression not growing any more happier when you swung your door open.

“you’re so annoying, you know that right?” you mentioned as you stomped past him, the boy only chuckling to himself seeing you so agitated. he followed you down to your dining room, his feet feeling light as he bounced around you excitedly.

“we’re also going to be late” he mentions, pausing his words to look down on his oddly expensive watch. you chew on a piece of toast that seemed to be a little stale, your eyes bringing themselves to the shiny object in admiration. you knew that jake was well off but from the looks of it, he was definitely more than just well off. “do you like it?” his words catch you off guard.

“what?” you blink a few times, you feel yourself snapping back into reality watching jake chuckle to himself quite theatrically. you scowl slightly when he shook his hands in the air to dismiss his previous comment, using two of your fingers to try and shove in the rest of the toast.

“you’re gonna choke on that you know?” jake mentions to you as he walked around your living room. you hadn’t even noticed his wandering curiosity until you heard his voice in the background. you shake your head, trying to send the message to him that you’ll be alright. with your eyes trained on your best friend, you couldn’t help but grin softly to yourself at the sweet expression on his face.

you noticed in his hand was a picture of you from your first day of high school (jake nowhere to he seen since you two didn’t start to be aquatinted until later on in the day). his eyes light up in almost delight at your small awkward figure in front of your school, his head turning excitedly towards you with the picture held out in his hand. you laugh at his enthusiasm before making your way to him, not forgetting to gulp the last piece of bread in your mouth.

“you’re so cute in this!” jake’s compliment only brought him a light slap on the shoulder in retaliation, a shy smile on your face hiding from him. he brings the photo closer towards you, you could almost feel how amused he was from just standing beside him. “how have i never seen this before?” he questions, his eyes still glued to the old picture of you.

“because it’s embarrassing” you express, a sigh escaping your mouth as you take the picture from his hands. “i can’t believe you saw me looking like this and was like, let me talk to them!” an energetic snort coming out of your nose. jake only stared at you sheepishly at your words, knowing the full truth behind his introduction to you.

“well actually—”

“it’s almost seven” you exclaim in shock. jake closed his mouth in almost in an instant, his shy attempt to reveal his actions behind the first day of school. “the bus comes on ten minutes” you place a finger onto your chin to think about what your next move should be, run to brush your teeth and inevitably be late for the bus or be on time for the bus but brush your teeth in the gross bathrooms on campus?

“are we gonna go?” jake questions as he fiddled with the strap on his bag. you stare at him for a second, the action creeping out the boy just a little bit due to your trained eyes looking more like a glare than anything. “hey, earth to—”

“jake, i’ll be back in about...” you back up briskly, your feet already guiding you to your bathroom. you could see the boy’s eyes roll, knowing all too well what you were about to do. this hasn’t been the first time you’ve almost caused the two of you to be late for the bus, this time might also just be added to that already long and tiring list. “i’ll be out in four minutes! get you’re feet warmed up we can make the bus in five minutes without stopping!”.

“y/n you can just—”

“jake trust me!” you shouted from your bathroom, slightly muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth. even with your annoying actions, jake didn’t seem to let that shy smile falter on his lips. with his hands running through his hair he only tried to think of the positives in this situation, your timing was always mostly good (a 60% chance you were actually going to make it to the bus on time!).

i’ll trust them jake thought to himself hopefully. when i have i ever doubted them?

jake wishes that this was the only time he would ever doubt you. as much as he loves you, he knew that standing at the bus stop watching your hourly bus drive off wasn’t something he was going to instantly forgive you for. he takes a glance at you, your apologetic expression taking over your face as you pouted your lip. even with his overbearing crush on you, nothing was able to control his soon to be burst of anger.

“you told me—”

“i only estimated!” you put your hands up in the air defensively. you were now chewing your cheek in dissatisfaction at your timing just being a second off, maybe you should of jumped in front of the bus to force them to let you in or even something along those lines. “hey, maybe we should—”.

“i’m not taking anything from you right now” jake stopped you, you nod admitting your mistake knowing if you were him you wouldn’t trust yourself either. “god” he sighs out in frustration, your guilt creeping in when he started to rub the temples of his forehead in defeat. “you text sunghoon we might be late, if we start walking now we might be able to be there in twenty minutes”.

“huh— oh okay” you spoke timidly, “i’m sorry by the way”. your eyes avoiding his in embarrassment from this whole situation, staring at your moving feet as you made your way down the road to your school. jake’s eyes softened at your awkwardness, even though you messed up he still couldn’t find himself hating you with everything in him (only hating you with some parts of him).

his eyes trained on your hands, rapidly typing out a message to sunghoon in an attempt to redeem yourself for your wildly incorrect timing. his stare traced your ever changing expressions, your lips turning into a flat line at sunghoon’s dissatisfying bland reply before plastering a small smile on your face. jake knew well that it wasn’t the time to get suspicious or jealous, already being mad at you for a short period of time was enough negativity with his feelings surrounding you. nevertheless, he tried to take a peak at your phone, wanting to see what exactly placed a small smile on your face.

his eyes seemed to fail him as all he could get were motion blurs of your screen, the messages and words shaking through his eyes making them unreadable for the most part. he could only catch a small jay on the side of your phone, a small scowl appearing on his face at the sight. yes, the two did previously make some sort of oath to not play the jealous side character but jake couldn’t help but prepare himself for that role. with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, he looks back at your face, your side profile almost causing him to cough on his spit. blank silence falling right onto him.

why didn’t he know what to say? talking to you was easy but in this moment, the confrontation of asking you what exactly you were with jay scared him so much that it almost rendered him speechless. he kept opening his mouth over and over again, no words appearing as he, at the same time, tried to think of a way to start a conversation with you.

“jay told me something last night” jake silently thanked you for subconsciously reading his mind. he watched as you placed your phone into your pocket, your breathing slightly uneven due to the speed walking. “i want advice because i genuinely don’t know what to think and you’re the only person in my life currently”.

“what did he say?” he couldn’t let his curiosity show that much, sounding a little bit uninterested through his words. “was it something like—”

“i think he confessed to me last night” you exclaimed blankly. jake almost felt himself stop in the middle of the street but, the fact that you two might soon feel the wrath of an annoyed sunghoon was the thing that stopped him from doing so. he stared at your eyes simply blinking with no emotion, like you were trying to figure out how you were supposed to feel yourself in that moment. “i asked when he started and stopped liking me— something like that but, then he said he’s never stopped liking me?”.

“i think that honestly speaks for itself” he forced out a laugh, trying to appear calm compared to the loud screaming in his head with himself. he noticed your head turning to you, a sigh letting out as you aggressively placed your hands into your school blazer in an attempt to express whatever you were feeling.

“i know but— never mind just forget it” you try and begin to ramble, stopping yourself from feeling more exposed than you already were. at one point, through your very quick thought process, you decided that keeping your feelings in wasn’t going to do any good for your relationship with jake. plus, you trust him and you desperately needed advice on something like this. “i’m just confused, how has he liked me for this long? and i didn’t even have a clue that he liked me in any way too”.

“what are you trying to say?” jake shakily asked, the pace of your walking already slightly quickening with each word the two of you were saying. he could feel rocks and sticks under his shoes but it didn’t stop him from stably walking along with you.

“what i’m saying is” you let a sigh out blandly, the exercise not really getting to you just yet. “and without being a bitch about it too, jay has the capabilities to have any person he likes like him back? why me? some loser in his middle school class that helped him and sat beside him a few times?”.

“don’t call yourself a loser” he rolls his eyes in your self deprecation. you chew on your lip in discomfort at his reply, unsure what to say to it. “you have so many qualities that are loveable, if anything you have the capability to have anyone you like, like you back”. jake could feel his ears heat up in embarrassment at his mini praise.

“you’re only saying it because you’re my best friend” you mumbled quietly, not really wanting him to hear you in all honesty. you try and look at the view around you, the embarrassment now seeking in due to your negative feelings. “sorry about this—”

“i’m not saying it as your best friend” jake sternly confessed, taking a gulp at his soon boldness. “i don’t know if you’ve forgotten but, i’m saying it as someone who’s in love with you”. your head automatically turned towards him, like something about his words were magnetic. you’ve heard this all before but, hearing it again with more sincerity only caused your cheeks to heat up uncontrollably. your heart loudly beating in your chest as you tried to steady your feet, unsure if his words were about to trip over at any moment.

“i know more than anyone why someone would like you” he continues, not stopping to even see your expression at all. you feel your feet slow down to a final stop, standing with your eyes staring at his face blankly. yet, even with the plain look on your face, it spoke almost a million words to jake. “you’ve known this since i’ve confessed, i’m not just your best friend y/n”.

you wince in your head to yourself at the mention of your unofficial rejection, your missing reply to his confession stinging you as much as it did to him. you could see his hands slightly shake, the emotions now catching up to the rest of his body. you could feel your eyes almost melt at his awkward yet bold stance, knowing that he was very serious about what he was saying.

“i didn’t know i was this good at keeping things in but this has bothered me ever since i’ve told you i liked you yesterday” you noticed the flutter of cherry blossom leaves fall around him, perfectly contrasting the mess of a scene unfolding right in front of your eyes. if anything, this was a scene made for movies but, upsettingly, you were the one that had to personally make jake feel so vulnerable like this. “please, give me an answer. i don’t care if you can’t return my feelings i just want some sort of reply— please”.

“i— i can’t” you finally had some input into this. with your mouth slightly agape your words disappeared, the shock rendering you speechless. you stood in front of him, with your eyes shaking, unsure what exactly you should do.

you would of never expected this on a morning right before school, before a meeting with another two possible love interests nonetheless. you didn’t know how to reply to him, one part of you wanted to say no, the fear of losing your best friend over something like a relationship not working out scared you to no end. the other part wanted to say yes, but you were unsure where this answer was genuinely coming from. you definitely have, in the past, thought of being romantically involved with jake but soon then quickly threw the thought away in embarrassment.

you only had one answer for him, the genuine yet unacceptable i don’t know. you didn’t know what the future would hold for the two of you in either of the yes or no options. you played with your fingers, avoiding as much eye contact with the boy as you could. in the corner of your eyes you could see his feet shuffling on the spot, a clear sign he was growing more agitated with your silence.

“i get it” he softly stated, you could of sworn you could of even heard a scoff escape his lips too. “i don’t know what i’m saying, jay was right! why am i always pressuring you in these situations? i’m supposed to be someone that comforts you— i’m supposed to—”

“what are you saying jake? you’re always there for me so why am i— why am i the one always hurting you?” you demanded to know, your small tears beginning to well up at your own words. the both of you finding undeniable truth in your sentence, even if it did hurt you to admit that.

“can we just forget this ever happened?” he pleaded, his knees growing weak from the obvious shaking in his joints. you knew even with the conversation only lasting a mere ten minutes, it’s completely drained everything from the two of you. “i shouldn’t of asked... i’m sorry—”

“i want” you began, your eyes closing absentmindedly trying to think harder about your next line. “i want to say yes jake, i desperately want to”. you bit your lip, the action not at all soothing your state of mind.

“then why can’t you?” he began to insist, the previous eagerness reappearing at the sound of hope. “you can say yes—”.

“i’m confused!” you cried out, your hands grabbing the top of your head in distress as you tried to comprehend this situation. “i’m confused about everything! jay, sunghoon— you! everything is happening so fast, nothing is making sense to me; it’s all nonsense. jake i want to say yes, i desperately do, but it’s not that easy for me”.

silence fell on the two of you after your miniature rant, the two of you finally running out of things to say. at once, your eyes were locked on his, the intimacy almost driving you mad yet again. you could see his chest mirror yours, the heavy yet soft breaths escaping his mouth from the excessive conversation. you shove your hands back into your pockets, trying to find comfort in the sudden warmth rushing to your hands.

“can we go back?” jake was the first to declare something, the look of defeat taking over everything in him. “go back to last week, what we were? just best friends that hated world history together?”.

“and forget about all of this?”

“it’s for the best y/n” he sighed, realising how stressful this was for the two of you. “just for my sake? you don’t have to properly answer me until you’re ready”.

“is this what you really want?” your face softens, your feet bringing you closer to the boy. your heart stings when you see him take a step backwards, his feelings well too obvious through his actions.

“of course not” he answered, his fingers rubbing the back of his neck bitterly. “but, i’m not going to be stupid about this. you’re too important to me, if i let you go like this i would beat myself up for the rest of my life”. a sad chuckle escapes his lips, one that spread a frown across your mouth.

“i don’t know—”

“just say yes” he in some way demands, the time for your answer impatiently ticking away. his previous emotional state being replaced with an irritated mood that wanted questions to he answered as quickly as possible. his eyes rolling was the last thing you had expected, causing you to scowl in annoyance.

“fine” you cross your arms defensively. you feel your feet start to make their way down the road, anger now taking over you at his sudden change of mood. you turn your head, getting a look at jake’s standing figure staring at you in confusion. “i thought we were forgetting about this whole thing?” you hadn’t meant to come off as aggressive as you did, the harshness almost making you flinch.

jake just stared at you blankly, watching you toughly turn around before, what it seemed to be, stomping the rest of your way to school. the thought of your festival booth meeting now being a past memory, knowing that the two of you would definitely be late when you finally arrive to the school. he lets a sigh out before taking his first step, the wind making him struggle with not looking like an idiot that just got his heart broken for the second time by the same person.

in the back of him mind he made a reminder to tell sunghoon that the two of you were sorry for missing the meeting, knowing he had a soft spot for you, he wouldn’t be that mad if jake explained exactly what had happened. he lets out a long and deep sigh, the feeling of pure annoyance lacing it. he knew he couldn’t predict what the future was about to hold for the two of you, staring at your obviously irritated stomping in front of him hazily.

scarily enough, the realisation that another person was also observing this mess of a morning hadn’t dawned on him just yet. in fact the same person had watched this whole argument go down.

lee heeseung with wide eyes tried to soak in what had happened, the boy firstly only noticing you two as a coincidence but stayed on purpose when he had noticed your conversation didn’t really go down the road he had originally assumed it would go. when he had noticed that you two finally made a lengthy distance from him, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket in pure surprise, fumbling with it already knowing he was going to talk to.

heeseung: your crush y/n... do they have a best friend named jake?

sunghoon: Yes, why do you ask? Also, why aren’t you at school yet?

sunghoon: Can you see them actually? They are late for the meeting we have, actually they’ve just about missed it. Very unlike Y/N.

heeseung: i think there’s a problem .

sunghoon: I already know about Jake’s crush on Y/N, I doubt there is anything worse than that.

sunghoon: Jay has a crush on them too. Popular person.

heeseung felt guilty when he had finished typing out his reply, he knew how much sunghoon liked you and telling you that you indirectly admitted to jake that you liked him too was probably very problematic to sunghoon’s already fragile feelings. he takes a deep breath in before hitting the send button, scared for his reply.

heeseung: i think y/n likes jake too...

sunghoon: Oh, really?

sunghoon: I can’t say I didn’t expect that. Of course they would like him, they’re perfect for each other.

the boy felt himself frown at his phone, knowing well that behind sunghoon’s reply was an emotional wreck. sunghoon been holding onto that crush on you for almost a year, he had told heeseung his secret the very first moment he had realised it. hours before heeseung received multiple texts from his friend, excitedly telling him about walking with you home and how he had successfully flirted with you. heeseung had known sunghoon for his whole life, being neighbours did honestly help the situation along with their parents being friends. the boy can’t ever recall a time where sunghoon had feelings that were even remotely romantic, only ever being confessed to instead of the one confessing.

heeseung: i’m sorry hoon

sunghoon: No, it’s okay! They’re a good friend anyways so it’s good that I can still talk to them :)

heeseung: sunghoon i promise to you that i will help you

sunghoon: There’s nothing to help with, I’m satisfied with the situation now

heeseung knew very well that sunghoon wasn’t satisfied with the situation, knowing he was probably playing with his sleeves anxiously staring at the classroom door waiting for you to walk in. he tried to quickly rack through his head for some ideas to help his dearest friend in this situation. his eyes lighting up ecstatically when he had finally figured out the perfect plan, one that was sure to work perfectly for sunghoon.

heeseung: go on a date with y/n

heeseung: all three of you go on a date with y/n to be exact

however, his message had more to what it said. he could feel a proud grin growing on his face at his plan finally making sense in his head. to make it more clear, this plan obviously had some sort of advantage for his best friend.

three dates, all with you. what more could you add to a perfect plan like that? all he need to do next was convince you to go on those three dates.

which could be an easy task... hopefully?

#hybenet #lsn.works #prism.nw #enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Im gonna just say first, you are LITERALLY carrying the tbhk fandom at this point n you seem so nice ily keep up the good work!!! Second, could I request headcanons of Aoi (female) and Yashiro with a fem!s/o whos secretly an idol/singer? If that makes sense. Ty ty!!

aoi akane x f!reader, yashiro nene x f!reader

a/n: OANFOINFSDN thank you so much;; <33 I’ve been obsessing over TBHK since the day I read the first chapter, and I honestly don’t think my love for it will die anytime soon, so! I’m glad to provide what I can <3 and thank you so much for the compliment, it genuinely means so much!! Ily ily ily, you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!!

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,144

Aoi Akane <3

As if she didn’t think you were admirable before-

Aoi always found you gorgeous, almost too beautiful to be with her- how were you not deemed the princess of the school? Really, she didn’t deserve such a title. It should have gone to you.

Your voice? Angelic. She could listen to you 24/7 if life allowed it. No matter how casual she is on the outside, her heart is constantly skipping beats around you, and she’s mentally all over the place. You’re so talented… so beautiful…… she admires you so much….

So, when she goes to your house and sees a few notes, pictures, and cute outfits in your room, she’s instantly curious. Has her beautiful girlfriend’s talent been discovered? In what? What’s up?

“Oh, well- I’m a singer.”

“:)???”

That’s literally her expression- her cute smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes and eyebrows show nothing but… confusion-? No, she knew you were amazing- she was just… caught off guard? How had she not realized it?

You grabbed a picture of you dressed up, and offered it to Aoi. And, honestly? Her admiration went 📈📈📈 if even possible.

“Why didn’t I find out sooner? That’s incredible, (Y/N)! You look amazing, that’s really incredible!”

Hold this moment dear to your heart, because it won’t be often that you catch her off guard and get her to be this excited. She’s genuinely gawking at the photo, asking you a bunch of questions, and looking at every picture you have around-

A princess (of the school) and an idol… it almost sounds like that Barbie movie- except the two of you are in love-

If you have concerts, you’d better believe she’s attending every. Single. One. Who knows how many she missed before realizing you were an idol!! She’s going, no matter what! Standing there, cheering almost uncharacteristically, and looking at you with such genuine love and admiration.

Watching you sing, be it in your room with her, or on the stage, is one of her favorite things. Your love and passion towards it is so sweet to her, and she can practically feel herself falling harder and harder when you’re singing. Your angelic face and voice… your overall stage presence. She almost envied it, in the kindest way possible- in a way where she only looked up to you more because of it.

Aoi listens to your music constantly after finding out. Genuinely, the moment she got home afterwards, she was searching for your music, creating an entirely new playlist for it. I don’t see her as the kind to make many playlists, so consider it a big honor.

As a singer/idol, you certainly already know how to take care of yourself, and probably have others to help with it. Still, Aoi is making sure more than anyone that you’re staying healthy and happy, and not overworking yourself. She’ll make you tea if your throat gets sore, give you massages if you’re sore, and will be ready to fight anyone if they dare push you past your limit. You’re her beautiful, lovely, amazing girlfriend, and she’s going to make absolutely sure that everyone treats you the way you deserve (and that way is like a queen).

Yashiro Nene <3

To be honest, she’s slightly less composed than Aoi. But, similarly to her, Yashiro thought you hung the moon even before she knew you were an idol.

As a hopeless romantic, she thought your relationship was enough of a fairytale. She and her beautiful, talented girlfriend- it was like a dream, really.

“Hm, (Y/N). She kind of looks like you,” Yashiro would say, pointing at a picture you had from a concert.

“Pff- that is me.”

“H… HUH-?”

Sits there, looking at the picture, then at you, repeatedly for a few seconds. “That’s- that’s really believable.”

Give her a few seconds, just trust me. Once you explain a bit more, showing more pictures and such, she’s practically bubbling. If you look closely, you’ll see the sparkles in her eyes as she brags on you. Calling you cool, telling you how beautiful you are, how beautiful you look on a stage, how proud she is, how talented you are!! She’s so impressed!!! She’s so swooned!!

Yashiro is instantly a superfan. Buys your music, goes to every concert- rambles about you to yourself, since she knows it’s still a secret- she doesn’t want to risk anyone knowing that her girlfriend is an idol… BUT THAT’S STILL SO COOL AHHHH,,,

She compares it to all the romance novels she’s read! Not only does she have a girlfriend, her girlfriend is an idol! It’s like those where the girl falls in love with a famous person- or a secret identity story! Or, even somewhat secret lovers?! She’s openly dating (Y/N), but she’s not openly dating (Y/N) the singer-!

S,,, sing to her. Do it, I dare you,,

Hearing your singing through her earbuds is one thing. At a concert is another. In person, sitting with her in your room, conversation slowly died out as you both pondered what to do. Cuddling alone was nice, but the moment you suggested you sing a bit of a song you liked, she was 100000000% down.

As soon as your angelic voice starts singing the first few words, she’s… there’s no word to describe what she is- flustered? So very in love?? Feeling like she’s dreaming??? On cloud 9?? Yashiro’s sitting there, side pressed against yours, her face practically on fire as her heart does all sorts of flips. In that moment, all she can think of is how cool you are, and how much she loves and admires you.

If you keep any of the dresses from concerts, please please, do a little dress-up with her,,,, let her try on the dresses, and put some on yourself. Even hold little “concerts” that consist of instrumentals to songs you two like, holding hairbrushes and dancing around your room, pretty dresses swishing around.

When the two of you are dueting like that, spin her around a bit, then pull her in for a kiss when the song ends, should you be feeling bold. The look on her face will be worth it more than anything ever was- her red face, as she attempts to hide her expression in your shoulder. “You- You can’t just do that, (Y/NNNNN).... W-well, actually you can… I didn’t mind, b-b-but-”

Sometimes, she catches herself humming your music, and listening to it when she’s feeling down or can’t sleep. Being around you is ideal, but she knows you can’t see her any time she wants to see you- if that were the case, you’d be with her constantly. So, on sleepless nights, or when her mind gets a little too noisy, hearing your beautiful voice singing such catchy songs can usually calm her down plenty. Or at least provide a lovely distraction <3

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aealzx · 3 years

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When Ephemera had gotten well enough to sit up he’d ended up surprising everyone when he greeted Sora with a kiss on the cheek. Almost everyone. Watching as he did the same for everyone else too, Roxas had to smile wryly. He’d suspected after hearing Ephemera talk more clearly, without having sleep slur and lack of use. But now he was pretty sure. “[You’re from the City of Bells, aren’t you?]” he asked, hoping his own accent didn’t make it impossible to understand him.

Ephemera had been ecstatic to hear someone else speaking his native language, and it had created a quick bond between the two.

A few months later Roxas had dragged some of his equipment into the hospital room to sing some karaoke games with Ephemera and the others. He was there early, so it was just him, Ephemera, and Blaine in the room while the others were stuck on the train. But they had been given the go ahead to start without them, just to make sure everything worked, so they already had one of the games loaded up.

“Oo, how ‘bout this one?” Ephemera chimed, taking the controller and flicking the roll to a french song that had been popular only two years prior.

“UHm-,” Roxas stammered, quickly looking flustered. “I-i don’t actually know that one, but you can-”

“Bullshit,” Ephemera countered, looking at Roxas with a knowing smile and earning a snort from Blaine. “You’ve got max score on it, and you’re the only one who knows french in your family. Also I doubt you’ve loaned your entire system to someone. This game is digital copy only.”

Roxas ended up staring at Ephemera in shock for a good stretch, and then gave a heavy sigh. “Oi, you’re smart,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his head. He should have figured it out long before, after Blaine told the story of their failed rescue and the fact they used to solve mystery games for fun. But it still caught him off guard.

“Heehee,” Ephemera laughed, patting the bed next to where he was propped up. “C’mon, we can squeeze it in before the others get here, and then no one will know your dark secret.”

It had been awhile since he’d gotten to sing that song. He’d actually maxed out the score while he was staying at Axel’s, for he didn’t want Sora or anyone else at home even humming the song. It would lead to asking what it was about, and Roxas didn’t want to tell them. Slipping onto the edge of the bed next to Ephemera, Roxas looked sideways at Blaine while Ephemera started the song.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got better things to worry about than telling Master Eraqus and the rest you guys are singing about being dead hookers addicted to crack,” Blaine responded with a smirk.

The blunt response made Roxas snort, and Ephemera laughed aloud. “Don’t leave me hanging now. You’re up first! I wanna hear you sing for once!” Ephemera encouraged, turning up the volume a little.

Blaine really couldn’t blame Roxas for having a good score on this song. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, he’d looked up the lyrics before. And it was pretty catchy, easily getting stuck in someone’s head. Ephemera surprised Roxas a bit when he joined in effortlessly with the second singer, but Blaine had to snicker softly as he noticed Ephemera was being playful about it. He wasn’t actually trying to sound good at first, and ended up bobbing his head like a dork when it dropped to only instrumental.

And then the song switched to being only Ephemera’s part, and Blaine had to switch his gaze over to Roxas in anticipation. He got essentially the reaction he’d expected. Ephemera had always had a good voice when singing, but after just a tiny bit of training from mandatory singing classes in elementary school it had become common for people to stop and listen to him in awe. And Roxas wasn’t an exception apparently, head whipping over to Ephemera in surprise. He was used to singing with people who were good at best, and decent most of the time. Not with someone who sounded like they had been professionally trained since they were a toddler.

Ephemera just looked over to Roxas with a playful wink, and poked him in the ribs as another duet part was coming up.

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I was introduced to the french version of Addict from Hazbin Hotel, and as it was playing my brain suddenly decided it would be fun for Roxas and Ephemera to duet. X’DD

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#my art #kingdom hearts #htau #khau #heart transplant au #roxas #ephemera #kareoke

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imasimpforstevengrant · 3 years

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His (Part one)

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Special thanks to @neon-umbrella-for-stella (thank you so much for the ideas!) and @darkshadow90 for the tips on certain scenes 💕💕

• Author’s note¹: Another Arthur/Harley smut. Yes. It took me more than seven months to write it, based one a suggestion from a reader on a different take.

• A/N ²: 447 FOLLOWERS? WHEN tHE HELL DID I GET SO MANY?! THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG

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Summary: A piece more centered in Harleen and her feelings towards Arthur, Flashbacks to the first meeting and kiss. More sex comes after their first night together as they open up about each other. Meanwhile, a clown has stirred Gotham City by murdering three young Wayne employees, awakening a popular fascination which not even Harleen won’t escape from. She doesn’t know this (wrongly) crowned hero is closer than she thinks.

Warnings: insecurity, self-hatred, swearing, darker Arthur ahead (possessive, lusty, crossing boundaries), age gap, strong sexual themes, sexual humor, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, breast oral stimulation, dirty talk, mild praise kink, possessive, unprotected sex.

WC: +9.946 (IT’S LONG I KNOW… I hope you don’t get bored!)

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November would mark one year since she got to Bronx Apartment after finishing her studies in Gotham’s University, obtaining a degree as a psychologist. Harleen was blessed with an exceptional intuition and a brilliant memory, this preventing her to burn her eyes away studying day and night for exams.

Once finished, she got a job as a therapist in social services. It had been hard to get but Harleen used her charm to convince the man she was ardently committed to social causes. A few smiles to the old, drooling creep during interviews and she got what she wanted. But with the unemployment rate increasing in the city, Harleen knew crisis couldn’t be avoided with a charming smile. Resenting her situation but with no other option, Harleen obtained a job as a bartender in shifts, most of them at night.

She was a frequent target of blatant ogling and indecent comments from men of all ages to which Harleen always replied with sarcasm that either scared them off or ended up with men insulting her under their breath. The first two months in the building were boring and gloomy, until she saw him.

Harleen had seen him a few times. He always seemed so mad, so drawn within himself and yet there was something oddly attractive about him. If not beautiful, it was certainly intriguing. He was the neighbor the other residents warned her about: the laughing guy from the eighth floor. Some told her he was ugly, deranged and creepy. Harleen got her first impression of him during a day off: she went for a drink when the mail boxes, surrounded by a small cage, were checked by the mysterious man.

There he was. The guy was wearing the usual yellow hoodie, navy blue pants, brown vest and a white polka-dotted shirt. Shoes were worn as much as his outfit, hair slicked back, gaze focused on the box that seemed eternally empty. She then noticed the frown that hardened his features, reinforcing the idea that he was always angry, while asking herself some questions about him. Who was he? What did he do for a living? Was he married? Did he have children? He looked old enough to have them.

What was his name?

She would have never imagined she’d figured it out months later. It was one particular night she went out to a party just to return home a little drunk. A catchy song refused to leave her mouth, while dancing in a lively way were enough to get the attention of the loner. He returned from getting his medicines. Hunched pace tracing his way back home, Arthur saw the young recently graduated young lady dancing shamelessly in the hall. She wore a short red dress and her lips shone in crimson gloss.

The image of her hair flowing, creating a blue and pink spectrum of colors turned out to be so unusual and beautiful that immediately sent involuntary visions of her in sexual situations. He hated the idea of her being out of his reach but felt a modest share of satisfaction just by seeing her. This became a common practice on his routine, with Harleen being completely unaware of it. She only saw her mysterious neighbor a few times from then, probably because he had to work. A lot, from what she could tell.

It was Thursday in the evening when she returned from the theater. Harleen was thankful she was on the taxi when the rain started. It was a small luxury she could gift herself after working so hard. She thought her day couldn’t get better when back home when she’d finally get what she wanted for so long.

Once in the elevator bag, in hand, she saw him. The door opening revealed the crestfallen individual, always withdrawn in his thoughts. That would explain why he almost jumped out in shock when he saw her, as if she was some kind of ghost. Harleen finally found the courage to grin and speak up.

“Hi”. One kind greet was enough to freeze him. At the same time, Arthur stared at her, examining the funny hairstyle that embellished her. Simple but pretty: a white sweater and jeans with short boots and a blue bag hanging from her left arm. Buns held her hair, blue the left one, pink the other one. A few platinum locks fell over her neck.

“Hi”, he finally replied. Doubt made his vocal chords tremble. His stare betrayed everything he felt for her, showing even how surprised he was for a woman like her to talk to him. He did his best to return the grin, his lips curving into a sneaky, playful one. Something inside Harleen trembled. Of all the reactions she expected, this was certainly an unexpected surprise. It was like a powerful bolt whipping her body. The odd attractiveness of her older neighbor caught her off guard. She did not expect him to actually have… charm.

There was something that tainted his unique beauty, however. She couldn’t help but stare in silent horror at the small bruise on his eye and a dry trace of blood on the bottom lip. His deep silence and mirthless look on his eyes despite the smile carved a deep wound in Harleen’s soul. He looked so destroyed and yet he managed to be polite enough to reply. She now paid attention to the adorable dimples embellishing his smile. The only thing she could do was smile back, not imagining the magnitude of the feelings she would unleash on him.

The bell rang. Harleen suddenly felt bad to leave for her flat, desiring just a few more seconds to appreciate his features. But she wasn’t willing to lose and her generosity gifted him an awkward but cute hand gesture, which Arthur took a long time to respond to. The absolute amazement in his eyes turned out to be an unexpectedly pleasant shock. That smile… so distant from the serious expression that usually carved his features, lost inside his thoughts.

Once in her flat, Harleen was incapable to stop thinking about him. And that wasn’t the only problem. Thoughts replayed the charming smile over and over again and became particularly intrusive while undressing to take a hot shower. She wanted to know more about him by being subtle, to increase the thrill this stranger had caused to her.

Probably the premise of “opposites attract” took a special meaning for the two of them, causing an authentic interest over the loner’s magnetism, not imagining how much of a surprise he’d turn out to be. What Harleen would have never thought was that the loner was also immensely interested in her…

Through fleeting glimpses of a yellow hoodie, she learned she had a secret admirer (this being a soft epithet for what it was actually an stalker).

Harleen became aware of it after noticing there was always a tall, thin man lurking in the shadows of the buildings in front of the playground she was always in during nighttime. It also happened while she was jogging or hanging on a rope to avoid any further danger lately. The latter was more interesting for him, given she could notice him better: still, predacious, not missing any second of watching her involved in such graceful moves, like floating in the air.

Harleen was sly, of course. She knew she was gorgeous. And the notion of being unreachable was highlighted by adding more sensual moves in this effective way to attract him, assuming the unpleasant cost of being constantly catcalled by other men. But of course her efforts paid off: the long expected meeting would occur on September. She actually expected another day to play innocent and let him stare at her instead of an actual interaction. A few pedestrians passed by, following a series of unpleasant whistling and blatant sexual commentaries.

But she couldn’t care less now, noticing it took him longer for him to show himself up through the dim lights in comparison to other days.

Harleen kept doing her job, however, repeating and extending the same moves to maintain her anxiety at bay. This resulted in more pirouettes so she could catch the familiar glimpse of the yellow hoodie near the darkened corner he usually stopped by to stare. The exercise turned out to be so pleasant that almost made her forget her initial goal, her focus now being to make a risky but stylish twirl.

There were no whistles or any indecent comments this time. Just a soft chuckle that evidently showed his amazement at the pirouette broke the deaf car honks, far screams from angry people that shattered the already silent place. Her swinging form immediately got down while trying not to lose the composure, calling him.

But far from what she expected, the man reacted horrified just to run away. She wasn’t going to give up, quickly jogging towards the fence that separated them.

“Hey!” she extended one hand, clawing herself with the other one. The hooded shadow stood there, panicking. He couldn’t bring himself to disappear in the dark, which made him look like a malevolent spirit.

“Come back!” she yelled, waving her hand incessantly to convince him to return, daring him to answer for such tenebrous and creepy attraction for her. It seemed her call paid off, since the man had no intentions to keep running, choosing to walk his uncertainty away through disoriented circles. He suddenly stopped walking, standing completely still now. Harleen rose an eyebrow, honestly expecting what he would do now.

That man had issues for sure.

The idea soon morphed into a fact. Once she saw him coming closer to her to finally face her, she found herself unable to hold back a gasp to discover it was precisely her handsome but distant neighbor she had seen so many times and the reason why she had let him cross the line. She liked intense emotions, and something told her this man could give her a good thrill. The loner, for his part, turned around and almost tripped once realizing the short proximity between them.

It was certainly shocking to see an apparently cold, aloof individual who never talked with such searing lust in his eyes. Her hands now clawed at the fence, her icy blue eyes stared at him, feeling a shiver down her spine while she their glare revealed more things about him, one being his complete bewitch (or more like aroused) hearing his breath becoming more and more shortened. But there was also a glimpse of guilt, lips twitching as if he was repressing a word or even a kiss, she’d dared to say.

The darkness highlighted the odd yet irresistible attractiveness that stole her heart, tracing a smile on her lips. He set his eyes down her body, ending the visual enjoyment focusing on the striking, extravagant mane that reached the upper part of her hips.

“You’ve been enjoying my show, have you?”, she went straight to the point.

A reply came out ringing in a remorseful, broken whisper:

“Yeah”

His name was Arthur. Harleen couldn’t be happier to finally know it, repeating it while taking her time to savor it.

Arthur Fleck.

Nothing prepared her to witness the very thing he was known for, however: the pained, cursed laugh that now resounded through the air.

At first she thought it was genuine but the horrifying shameful look warned her about his desperate attempt to stop and to breathe. The cackles were frustrating and, worse yet, exhausting to the point it made him lose balance while trying his best to look for something inside his pocket. She climbed up the fence to finally make direct contact with him. That seemed to shock him enough to distract his features in a more skeptical expression at the first time someone showing him kindness rather than giving him the usual disgusted stare.

A plastic, worn out card explaining his condition came from his pocket. The fit diminished to painful hiccups to tired sobs, relieved by a few reassuring words to make the stranger stay. It followed with a small talk about Thomas Wayne, unemployment in Gotham City and revealing each other’s “do for a living” but the topic of conversation seemed off. She could tell Arthur wasn’t used to social interaction, noticing how much it took him to find a tone and words to reply coherently. He never lost a sight of her, never taking his gaze off her as she spoke. The blonde felt actual amazement on the intense lust she had awakened on him, motivating her to test him, to see what things he would do to her in a more intimate place.

They arrived to the building. Harleen led her guest to her humble flat. Arthur was fascinated by the pink neon lights that banished the darkness to plunge his senses in a pleasurable, dreamlike numbness. They continued talking. Her flirty attitude and smiles made Arthur feel he was living the best night of his life. The loner was too lost in her bicoloured mane. A small smirk traced his lips, forming those dimples she secretly admired so much.

“It looks like cotton candy”, his mutter rang through her mind, resounding like a small demeanor confessed with relief. The sweet compliment was rewarded, subsequently, with a short, noisy kiss on his forehead. The action quickly makes him recoil for a few seconds, as her memory remembered, just to feel confident enough now to unleash a furious, hungry kiss on her lips. This violent outburst of passion had her lips against his dry, cracked lips, shocking her at first to eventually surrender and responding to the kiss. His inexperience was clear from the beginning but she had more of a convincing proof that the vehemence of the touch starved was, sometimes, more arousing than the dexterity of an experienced lover.

The sound of their lips breaking the caress made the sexual tension even more unbearable. He apologized; covering his mouth like punishing himself for behaving like a deranged creep but Harleen was just too impressed and lost after the spontaneous gesture, praising him for his passion instead of screaming at him. She had already accepted she’d never yearn for another lips except his.

It wasn’t easy for him, however. His rigid posture put in evidence his shame at the (obvious) first intimate contact he held with an actual person. With her head tilting tenderly, Harleen put a rebel curl behind his ear. He shrugged, stepping back, maybe processing the word she chose to describe him. As if that wasn’t enough, Arthur was too self-absorbed in his visible fascination over her chest. There was more than mere lust in his gaze over his disturbing fixation on her bosom, a far cry for the abandonment and yearning for intimacy but being too afraid to show it. Harleen fought the persistent (and reckless, utterly reckless, she had to recognize) urge to grab his hand and let them knead her soft forms, getting him to know her more personally.

Instead, Harleen took his hands on hers, caressing them tenderly. A defeated sigh, at last, made him regain composure. His whisper sounded broken but clear, much to her joy.

“Can you please...?” Arthur wasn’t able to even to complete the plea as the blonde closed her eyes slowly as her face broke distance with his to once again experiment the clouding, soaring euphoria their careless closeness brought with it. The party clown had a hard time processing the warm and maddening sensation of her lips on his, convincing himself that this was no hallucination. They took their time, finding the perfect angle to get a better caress from each other: Harleen had the initiative throwing her arms to his neck, causing the loner to respond by locking his arms around her waist.

Intimacy became too overwhelming when her tongue tried to play with his. The lovers laughed the nervousness off as the kiss finished momentarily to recover from the numbness. But he went back to devouring her to memorize every little sensation, growing more and more confident, tilting his head now to obtain a better taste of her mouth. It proved to be too much for him, however. She sadly felt him distancing from the embrace, most probably because his old fashioned ways deemed improper to sleep with a woman he just had met.

She felt so many things that fateful night misting her senses to verbalize her thoughts. But one thing was for sure:

She would burn Gotham to see him smile.

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It was 09:33 am according to the green bluish digits on the old clock, light drizzle falling over Gotham City. A disheveled, yawing Harleen woke up by herself. Laziness held her muscles still until her stomach made clear that breakfast was a must.

She put on black shorts and a grey, long sleeved-shirt, combing her hair to then make a couple pretty braids that fell over her torso. The combination of pink and electric blue was pleasant to the sight, as the mirror revealed. Soon after the observation, she contemplated the empty space left by her lover: Arthur Fleck. She closed her eyes.

That name sounded (or more like tasted) so different now. The memory of this lonely, sad man turned into a sex crazed lunatic still shocked her, as her facial expressions brought out. The fierce passion he had just loved her with turned out to be hard to be believed considering how deprived he was of human contact.

It wasn't just the thrill of surprise but the tenderness of his vulnerability, an aspect whose contrast between despite looking twice as older than her and being a late bloomer just highlighted their affair: Arthur was so different in intimacy, letting go of that repression that harmed his soul since he understood his needs as a man. She smiled, still thinking about what they had done. The thought led her to look for him while her vision became sharper, slowly overcoming the persistent need to go back to sleep.

When she stepped outside her room, a chuckle reverberated through the air, making her come to her senses. Eyes blinking, a pleasant feel of lightheadedness befogging her mind as the silence was broken by a familiar voice.

“Knock, knock”. Harleen was still too sleepy to catch a clear glimpse of the loner behind her who, in turn, locked her form as if she was a prey.

"Huh?" she hummed, confused. But there was no verbal response from him. Arthur reacted kissing her neck with ferocious passion, holding her figure possessively, absorbing her scent. The blonde made an instinctive futile attempt to free herself to recover from the scare the sudden grasp had caused on her. A breathy whisper in her ear dissuaded any intention to undo the embrace.

“You’re supposed to ask who's there”

Harleen turned around, her long blond hair tickling his face. He wasn't gone but by God, she was thankful for that. Arthur undid the hug, directing his hands to her face to press kisses on it repeatedly.

"Mr. Fleck--" the blonde murmured, "I thought you were back on the business making people smile". Arthur smirked. A high pitched giggle left his mouth. He now directed his fingers to feel those attention drawn to her gorgeous, full pink lips.

"I am right now" the loner leaned his forehead against hers. Now that her vision was slightly clearer, she noticed Arthur had left her flat for a moment, given he was wearing a red sweater he didn't bring before. The loner then proceeded to take a black wand off his sleeve, offering it to her. Harleen giggled and took it, deciding to play his game. The object lost its rigid shape, causing Arthur to laugh at her disappointed reaction. He demonstrated his aptitudes as a party clown taking back the wand just for it to regain rigidity once on his hand. He whistled, adding a funny sound as he shook it against his other hand, checking its stiffness.

"What are you doing?" Harleen seemed completely taken by the action, her smile encouraging him to finally offer her the aforementioned wand as a bunch of flowers while humming a song. A tender, excited scream made him chuckle as her hands stopped shaking to hold carefully the gift. It had plenty of feathers of different colors but she loved the simplicity of it.

"Thank you" she placed them in the table, along a small pot of flowers.

Harleen stared at him, tenderly. All Arthur could do was smile, holding her hands briefly on his to then slide one up her arm to reach her face. She suppressed a gasp, which seemed to change the course of the original touch in thought, as his hand recoiled for a moment to return with more intensity to her face.

"We had one hell of a good fuck, Mr. Fleck" Harleen whispered, intertwining her fingers with his. Arthur burst out laughing as her swearing manners still made a great impact against his older ways. But he liked her honesty, nonetheless.

"I think we woke up the whole building" Harleen laughed.

“I don’t see the problem with that”.

“I never said it was“, Arthur replied, cocky. A deep intake of breath then happened, “You know I—“he stammered, nervous. With a cute giggle, the blonde slid down her hands through the soft fabric of his half buttoned shirt that left a glimpse of his chest, invigorating him to keep on. Arthur stared at her, not a word from his mouth, enticingly.

“I-- was just wondering-- what else we can do", he kept on after seconds passed by, trying to catch her mouth with his, nuzzling her face, “’because-- I told my mother I had a call—“, he continued, “from work… so I'd stay away from my apartment for a while. I need some—“he took another deep breath, trying to find the courage to look at her in the eye to pronounce his intentions.

“I need some space, Harleen…” Arthur stared up and down at her figure, hands sliding up the collarbone to rub her shoulders, persuading her to be an accomplice of this reprehensible deed, "but not alone”. The words, though flawed in pronunciation, were perfect to keep her gaze lost as if Arthur had cast a spell on her.

“I plan to have you all for myself today and I'm--" he closed his eyes, hiding his face in her neck, sniffing her hair while trying to voice his intentions despite the nervousness that made him stammer, "I'm eager to know you more personally".

Harleen was actually shocked with what she just heard. A mixture of utter tenderness and searing lust made her blood boil. Did he lie to his own mom to spend more time with her?

"Well with the riots out there, bar is closed for a couple of days so consider it your lucky day” her voice chirped in joy. His eyes shone with modest but genuine happiness at the good news. Then he smiled, flaunting those crooked teeth Harleen loved so much.

The blonde felt she was about to kneel and unzip his pants to give him the reward he deserved for such gesture when her stomach claimed for some food, impeding the spontaneous sexual fantasy to become real, earning a disapproving look on his face. It took them time to regain calmness, as their laborious breaths tried to cool down the fire inside them.

“Why are you doing that?” his tone of voice revealed impatience, leading her to express the idea to have some good meal before any intimacy could take place, causing his displeased expression to turn into a wide smirk.

“Great!” Arthur chuckled, granting her some personal space.

They made their way to the kitchen. Arthur took a sit while waiting, taking a cigarette to light it. Harleen quickly prepared the table, taking the electric kettle to fill it with water to pour it on the coffee machine, putting bread on the toaster and turning the radio on in hopes to increase the domestic bliss. The smoke filled the room but she couldn't care less. The news announced a cold, rainy week while announcing a new episode of the Murray Franklin’s show presenting a famous actor as a guest next week given the release of the film he recently starred in the next week. The announcement ended with a shortened version of the groovy organ of Frank Sinatra’s anthem “That’s Life” which Arthur hummed along. But as soon as the theme song ended on a fade out, he silenced himself to hear, much to his annoyance according to the tired, throaty groan that followed the happy hum, a reporter pronouncing the news related to the continuation of the garbage strike.

Both stood completely silent as the report that exposed most of Gotham's slums to insalubrities. The fear of the possibility to catch a severe disease was reinforced by the citizens who claimed to have seen the rat population increase. The piece of news changed to the Mayoral election, which seemed difficult given the riots and general dissatisfaction of Gotham citizens with unemployment rate and apparent authority's indifference in the matter. The note ended with Thomas Wayne promising order and prosperity if elected. More announcements followed, but the lovers didn’t pay any attention to it. His great displeasure caused Harleen to turn off the device.

"I just can't understand how my mother thinks he's gonna help us" his hand took the cigarette back to his mouth, adding that just because she worked for him more than thirty years ago did not mean he had the obligation to run in aid for her. Arthur rolled his eyes, making clear his profound dislike for people like him and the insufferable infatuation Penny felt for him.

“I’ve told her so many times she doesn’t have to worry about money. Everyone is telling me my stand ups are ready to make it on the big clubs”.

Harleen nodded, enthusiastic at the possibility of Arthur getting a name for himself in the stage.

“I’m not the man of the house for nothing”.

Harleen took the toasted bread and coffee kettle to the table.

“Man of the house, huh?”

“Yes, since I can remember. But even I need a break” he took another long drag, his lost look causing a deep sorrow on Harleen.

She lamented the prolonged solitude that caused him to pronounce such wounded words, hoping (maybe in an unconscious way to cope with stress) to get out the pain it caused him. The blonde extended her hand towards his, in a sweet attempt to cure or, at least, relieve his pain.

His absent gaze combined with the smile caused Harleen to feel a shiver down her spine. She laughed nervously to later pour the coffee in his mug to fill her own later. He didn’t laugh, staring at her and rubbing his forehead with his thumb. This dark glint promised her so many things, and few of them were good. He wasn’t afraid anymore to hide his intentions from her, seeing the affection was mutual. She could also see a spark of pride, engulfing his mind in another deep state of absent thoughtfulness. He pronounced no words, looking now at the recently poured coffee, whose steam slowly diminished to long twirls to nearly invisible white lines. She slowly and carefully extended her hand to his arm to convince him to leave the cigarette aside just to grab the large plate full of breads.

“Aren’t you a cute, little pleaser?”

The tender name immediately washed the worry away from her face while a reddish hue colored her cheeks. Arthur finally gave it a bite, cigarette finally left on the ashtray. The crunchy sound gave Harleen almost a cathartic relief. Whenever the chance to nurture him showed up she didn’t think twice to do it. He left the half eaten piece of bread aside to divert his attention to her.

“You wanna hear a joke?” the playful tone of voice and mischievous smirk made his face adopt such a devilishly appeal Harleen was unable to resist.

“Yes!” she said it as if that could convince him to have one more toast.

“Why are poor people so confused?” his grin drew those adorable dimples in his face again.

“I don’t know” a frisky look gleamed in her eyes.

“Because they don’t have any cents” he answered, before his voice exploded in a loud cackle. Harleen laughed at the simplicity of it. He was actually a funny guy, if only life could have been more generous to him. Bless his soul for making people laugh in such hard times.

Harleen was too lost in his joyful expression beyond if the joke was funny or not. His green eyes shone with a special light in the rare moments he could be in tune with his surroundings. It was as magical as seeing a shooting star. How she wished to take away the pain from him just to see his beautiful smile more often.

Throwing a smoking puff to the air, Arthur leaned in as if to tell her a secret.

“This is the first time someone is so nice to me", the loner confessed, shaking his head. He looked so lost, eyes following the smoke elevating in a single line undone by the move to breathe in the last remains of the cigarette. His personal battle against his warped perception of reality still gnawed his trust on her. A tender pout formed in her lips.

“You’re the first person who doesn’t feel uncomfortable around me” he muttered.

Her thoughts drifted to a greater, sadder horror: to make a difference in such a dark, mirthless man’s life just for being kind barely managed to even imagine the inhuman hardships he had been through during all his life. She lowered her head, trying to resist the actual pain in her chest. How a sentence that was so heartbreaking could also be so beautiful?

“I’m sorry, Arthur”. Her eyebrows arch in a sad expression that seemed to make him reconnect with reality.

“For what?” he frowned, confused. She tightened her eyelids, trying not to embarrass herself in front of him with such an explosive display of emotions, silencing her sobs the best way she could allow herself.

“Everything” Harleen finished. His instinct ordered him to show distrust, unconsciously trying to find any trace of lies. Nobody ever had apologized or even shed a tear for him. As he realized her care was genuine, his mind replayed the phrase over and over again while trying to process these intense, new feelings blooming in his heart over the typical, negative thoughts ghosting around his mind.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Don’t do that” Arthur reacted panicked, “please…” his fingers dried the watery creeks, “don’t make that face to me. I’m here to put a smile on your face”.

He inhaled deeply, before continuing:

“You know… a famous comedian used to say… uh –“ his troubled mind tried to remember the name but then opted to articulate a coherent word to elude anything that could ridicule him –‘a day without a smile is a wasted day’.

A soft hum left her mouth, though a far shadow of sadness still haunted the tender quote.

“You know what I like about you, Arthur?”

“Yeah?” he was genuinely intrigued to know.

“You could even put the fun in a funeral”

His wide and evil grin, made her put a loose lock of hair behind her ear as a result of an involuntary move to cope with the nervousness.

“Fun in a funeral?” he repeated, a loud and moved hum sounding like a purr, staring at her while a chuckle shook his shoulders, “How sweet”.

How didn’t he realize how attractive he actually was? She asked herself surprised.

“Come here” Arthur patted his thigh loud enough for her to listen to it for her to reply. After drying the creeks coming from her reddened eyes, Harleen calmly got up from the chair. Arthur took distance from the table to allow her a comfortable sit. His fingers held her cheeks to create a smile despite her watery eyes.

Harleen blinked, and a tear escaped. Arthur brushed it away once it ran over her face. He thought she looked pretty when she cried, though. She gave him a sad smile and soon found solace in his face, ruffling the fluffy hair to distract her mind from any unhappy thought. Arthur closed his eyes, slowly caressing her thighs in sensual payback for her little attentions.

Once their foreheads found each other, the blonde muttered:

“How’s that feel?”

“Feels… good” he hummed against her mouth. His lungs inhaled deep before adding:

“I thought I felt better when I was locked in the hospital”.

Harleen widened her eyes in surprise, taking a short distance from him, not knowing if it was another self deprecating joke or the truth, given the defeated tone the sentence was pronounced in.

“What?” but a castdown look was all she needed to figure out the sadness such place caused on him. It wasn’t a secret Arkham was a human dump, considering it held Gotham’s most demented and dangerous criminals and unfortunate souls who couldn’t go anywhere else. Harleen’s eyes widen in a horrified expression.

“Arthur” her hand caressed his cheek, worried about the lightness he seemed to take his life, she tenderly tilted her head, “why were you locked up in that place?”

His tone of voice revealed his annoyance mentioning that place. He shamelessly nuzzled her right breast, trying to avoid the subject:

“Who knows, maybe I lost it or tried to kill myself...I just didn't want to feel so bad”. Arthur gazed up to her. He had never been more honest in his life.

Her horrified reaction to be told being locked up, bashing his head against the wall almost everyday just reminded him how much worse was to have a significant other who made him feel alone. Months surrounded by people in white outfits, convincing him to take the pills to make him, at least, presentable to the world and also deprived of any loving contact from Penny’s part under the excuse of fright caused by doctor or anything related to hospitals. It reminded him how pathetic his life was. Sometimes he forgot how much forgiving he was with his mother’s recklessness concerning his own wellbeing.

Her kiss on his forehead, however, seemed to bring him back to reality. Arthur felt he had awakened of a bad dream, but found himself amazed as he noticed he wasn’t alone with a blanket on while an alarm buzzed, as it was his usual routine. The loner stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. Her blue eyes, dilated pupils, body full given in to him. The loner blinked, eyes half closed, fighting the dissociation.

“Arthur” she called him. He looked dizzy. The blonde felt a pulsing heat making a place between her legs when the loner held her waist to lift her figure in order for it to adopt a riding position. She gasped, clawing to his shoulder once her figure obtains the desired position.

“What is it?” she whispered. But there was nothing except for a dead silence. Maybe it was another relapse of a dissociative episode, which made his mind to distract so any negative thought would fade. He panted, hiding his face against the silky platinum braid falling over her breast. The blonde didn’t move an inch, anxiously expecting to know what he would do now. He was so hard to read most of the times, leaving so many doubts and thoughts capable to drift anyone off sanity. Maybe he just didn’t want to talk. Maybe he just wanted to bond through touches.

Harleen felt a shiver once his mouth kissed the covered breast, playfully nuzzling with the erect nipple highlighted by the thin fabric. Blood boiled, as if her body demanded immediately to respond to such attentions.

She could tell Arthur was immensely pleased at her receptiveness concerning sex. His breath shortened, fighting the lightheadedness their suggestive position caused on him, loving how her body rode his hips, like a thrilling prelude before any intimate encounter could take place.

An impish, seductive smile must have given him the hint to keep on but he was way too shocked at first to react immediately. Harleen tugged on the shirt for it to loosen enough in order to offer him a privileged view of her bare breast, awaiting his mouth to finish what it just started, setting aside a few obstructing locks. Arthur’s jaw dropped, a line traced by pleasure soon contorted his lips. She hummed softly, admiring the sight of the loner hungrily lapping his tongue over the pink areola.

“You’re such a surprise for a late bloomer” the blonde leaves a beautiful, mischievous expression take over her face. Arthur detached his lips from her to ask:

“You calling me ‘old’, Harleen?”

“No!” she rushed to explain herself. The sassy tone of the question eased down any thought of annoyance, “I just—”

“I may look old, but I’m a fast learner” he cut her off, mouth back on the sensitive part. Harleen threw her head back, not showing any sign of opposition while Arthur clumsily undid the garment to leave her topless. This only ignited the fire inside of him, hanging on to her waist to sink his head between her breasts, rejoicing in the softness of her skin as his arms imprison her body. The elation wasn’t strong enough yet to stun her muscles entirely, gaining a little strength to make paused (or more like patient) undulatory moves against his body. His eyelashes flutter, causing tickles up her chest.

"I want you to put more than just a smile on my face" she caught his bottom lip to devour his mouth hungrily. He consented the kiss but didn’t respond to it, not even bothering to close his eyes.

"And what would that be, Harleen?" he looked genuinely puzzled, intense hue of green piercing her soul. She combed his hair back, sliding her hands down to hold his face in them. Arthur felt like a youngling in love for the first time. And having her covered intimacy grinding the growing bulge swept away all rational thoughts, making him listen to his needs as a man for the first time without overthinking ruining it.

Harleen supported on his shoulders, intensifying the sinful friction. Arthur groaned, relaxing when she generously offered his body another warm rub that was close to send him to heaven. On his face a deep feel of pride and complacency traces his lines given the arousing effects he had on her. Shuddered and impressed gasps left their mouths, until her voice sounds again:

“You’re so hard. That’s a very good thing” a secretive whisper kept him enchanted, her flirtatious glare invites him to get up. Arthur frowned but let himself guide by her when the steps were directed towards the wall, where Harleen didn't hesitate to corner him with famished kisses, feeling his chest underneath the red shirt.

The blonde slowly undid his shirt to obtain a proper look of his upper body to worship with her mouth, starting with the neck, nuzzling a few curls out of the way to brush her lips against the curve lining down his collarbone.

His whole form shrugged, writhing and panting. The dubious nature of this situation slowly dissipated to allow him to enjoy the treatment her mouth gifted now to the notorious prominence coming from his neck, not missing any inch of skin with her lips.

It didn’t take long for his pants to turn into needy groans as soon as his chest was blessed with kisses, then his abdomen, the blonde was careful to not overwhelm him, holding on a few seconds before continuing to reach her goal: Mouth waters at the sight of his the rigid manhood covered by his pants, giving it a tiny nibble.

The mood was immediately killed when Arthur jolted in shock when he finally realized what she was going to do.

The irruption visibly took her by surprise, facial expressions changing from excitement to disappointment.

“Did I…?” she stammered, shrugging in fear, “did I do something wrong?”

He sighed, sliding his hand on his hair in a nervous reflex. Harleen then remembered this was new for him, despite how much enthusiastic he was. How much violence had he faced during all his life, she would never know.

Arthur cleared his throat, inhaling deeply, still processing all those hands on his body with the sole purpose to pleasure him.

“No, no”, he rushed. His voice quavers, afraid a laughing fit could ruin a intimate moment he had longed for so much with a girl, trying to put his mind in order, “This is the first time someone does this to me... and that feels like a good thing to begin…”

A bright smile returned to her face when one hand held up her chin while the other one caressed her cheek in a tender approval of what she was going to perform on him.

“You want this…” she seductively stared up to him, while her hands unbuttoned his pants, obtaining what she just craved: the underwear contains the hardened member, which she frees with a quick fumble on the clothing.

Arthur stared at his private spectacle in hypnotized ecstasy, still trembling.

“Yes…” he hissed, “oh yes, I do”.

Harleen took a few seconds to admire the twitching, aching arousal held in her hand. She smiled as her eyes were up to look at him.

“Then feed me some candy, Arthur Fleck..." his jaw dropped, felt his legs tremble, lust slowly dissipating any other thought. Being addressed by his full name, certainly had an impact on him. The enticing image of a partially undressed Harleen between his legs surely made him forgot how vulnerable he was before her by exposing his almost completely bare body.

However there was not verbal response from Harleen’s part. Her firm hand caressed his erected intimacy for a delightful prolusion, keeping her lover completely in a trance, causing his nervous hands to grab in a contained, almost angry fistful of hair. Nothing prepared him for the next.

Her tongue, of course, did its wonders. First a few, paused licks to the tip while giving him sensual, playful looks to then leave wet traces down that soon derived to long, hungrier licks sent the loner in a desperate, ecstatic state.

“Godfuckingdamni--!” was all he could be capable of articulate, before any feeble attempt to form a word distorted into desirous gasps and screams, Harleen rejoices at his reactions. To be the first woman to see him free from inhibitions, given in to his instincts, shaking away his polite, silent manners felt like a privilege.

“Keep doing that” his demand was desperate, dealing with it by uncoiling a few locks. A wide smirk approved her tongue to explore and taste more of him, feasting now on the tip to absorb it, so he could become more familiar with her mouth. The explicit image gave him the confidence to stop repressing his desires for the sake of decency.

Her greed to have a different taste of him made her take turns between moistening the full erect manhood to partially engulf it later.

He now couldn’t even stand still, writhing like a dying animal, incapable now to look at her in the eye, believing the mere sight would make him unleash his climax, hands held on to his thighs, climbing up to his hips, looking to elicit more sounds out of his throat.

His chest heavily went up and down while Harleen kept on her voluptuous routine: first oiling him with her tongue to then make the tip disappear in her mouth.

His closed eyes, completely given in with an overjoyed expression on his face moved her to cause a greater gratification on him. She waited for the right moment to make Arthur look at her so he could cherish what she had in store for him. For a more dramatic reaction, she choose to disconnect her mouth from him, the sound of her lips detaching from the tip had him about to pass out.

“You’ll love this” were the only words she said. No further explanations. Her tongue gifted him another paused, devoted lick. It worked to make the full intake more enjoyable for him. Arthur’s body rears up violently. Raspy, loud groans and moans elicited by the tease tore the air.

Harleen placed her hands on his hips, helping herself to feel more of him between her lips, staring up to him as she received his swollen, overstimulated masculinity.

Arthur gathered enough oxygen to talk to her.

“Harleen—“ his eyes widened in awe, focusing on not passing out. His chest shook violently still recovering from the initial shock, “you nev-- you never cease to amaze me”.

She let a sweetly sinful smile trace around him, bobbing her head in a faster pace, muffled moans struggling to come out as she savored the stiffened sex with voracious appetite.

“That’s it… that’s better” he hissed, lip twitching, completely bewitched by the scene, “you’re such a good fucking girl for me”.

A happy hum vibrated through his skin.

“Am I, mister Fleck?” her squeaky voice in false innocence crowned an scene so obscenely explicit with a comic touch.

"Yeah… Like that... Just--" he gently slammed his back against the wall. Further vocal expressions of elation came from his mouth, trying to appease the urge to scream his lungs out for whole fucking Gotham to hear him. A shiver ran down his spine. It was so difficult to keep eyes open in that moment but the need to set his sight on her triumphed over any sense of exhaustion. His worn out hand slid down to hold her nape to obey the instinct to thrust into her mouth, just to better cope with the wet, narrow warmth Harleen welcomed his manliness with.

The blonde placed her hands over his hips, executing a very subtle move to contribute to deepen the intrusion that maddened Arthur so much. The slowness of this action made her push him away to then bring him back into her over and over again, gradually increasing the rhythm that turned the party clown into a noisy, urging mess. The rapturing and breathtaking routine of her mouth colliding with his unrelenting length sparked a merciless shiver that weakened his thighs, a stunning reminder of the glorious pinnacle he was about to reach.

“Stop”, his tortured plea was unexpected.

The mesmerizing image of a joyful Harleen with him appearing and disappearing from her lips right below him at incessant speed was more than he could take without going insane. The situation was getting out of his hands when Harleen also gave it firm caresses and long, rushed licks.

“Please”, he whined, voice too weak, covering his mouth in order to quieten the moans, “oh, God--Stop!”

His command finally made Harleen react, seeing it was actually too much. It took him a moment to catch his breath and recover his strength to pronounce about his intentions.

“Arthur? Is everything okay?” she muttered.

“Take that off” his instincts took over his mind, leaning to get her up and direct his hands towards her shorts, lowering them. She doesn’t oppose, unable to respond verbally, having the feeling the behest was actually told to himself. It didn’t matter anymore. She smiled as she saw the impatient hands lining her curves, fingers clutching at the cloth to whisper, “I like it how it looks but I want it off”.

Harleen eyes the action in fervid silence while he couldn’t stop staring down at her fascinating nudity, directing one hand in a sinuous move to part her intimacy to delicately rummage the silky smooth folds he wanted so much to be wrapped around.

Harleen jolted, lolling her head back, amazed vocal expression resounded in his ears. Her eyes gleamed with resolution about his intentions, and a shivering gasp follows the brash action. A vocal expression of mischievous complicity comes from her.

“I see… you want to fill up the tank?” she chirped with a frisky giggle.

Arthur nodded in impatient muteness, while crashing his lips on hers in such a reckless way their feet ended up nearly tripping on the way to the couch. At the same time, he got rid of his underwear, undoing her braids, bicolored mane perfectly lining her curves now.

A firm push to throw her to the couch was just the beginning. She almost landed completely on her back, if it weren’t for her arms avoiding it.

“Easy, clown man!” her expression turned out to be so funny for the loner to let a cackle loose. From her angle, Arthur looked so frighteningly dominant. It embellished his figure like a statue, his disheveled hair highlighting the hungry and desperate expression which his carnal urges claim to be sated.

The magnificent preface maintains him from a considerable distance from her, surrounding the blonde like a prey, unable to decide what to do to her first.

Harleen makes the first move. to fulfill her purpose, she held her legs with a provocative glare, limbs hardly exposed her undressed figure to him. The wavy moves made Arthur crawl his way to her like a starving beast.

Her receptive reaction to the kiss motivated his hands to roam over her thighs, directing them up to the knee to untangle her legs, eventually.

A devilish smile approves the suggestive image of her pressing now his waist, sensing they were so close yet so far of each other. He devoured her mouth avidly at the same time his sense of newfound dominance urged him to place himself above her.

Harleen slid her hands up his battered back, breaking the kiss to hold and scratch his scalp to mumble:

“I want you deep inside me”.

Arthur hid his face on her neck, wallowing in the gentleness of her touches. She clings to his arms, abandoning all defenses, letting him know she was totally his to possess.

His biceps accentuate by supporting himself. Long, brow curls fell over the curve of his neck, eyes on her when his hips moved even closer to her. Harleen diverted her attention to it, but she immediately crumpled her lungs for air as Arthur teased the burning folds with the tip, becoming familiar with the part he was going to invade soon.

“More… more, oh, please” her lewd smile, cute little hums and whines mixed with his own shortened breath and surprised but satisfied groans made them forget about the world for a short while. Arthur constantly rubbed his manhood against her moistened entrance, exulting at the furious grunts the sweet torture elicited.

In exchange, she pressed her legs as a slight punishment for such daring move. But she was loving every second of it. Her eyes appreciated the paused caress between their bodies.

Seconds passed when his prolonged absence began to cause her actual pain, wrapping her legs around his hips. He let his hands fell beside her head, to plant a last kiss before proceeding.

"Knock knock" he muttered against her lips.

"Who's there?" She replied with anxious anticipation.

"It’s the mailman, miss. I’ve got an special delivery. It can hardly wait for you to see it"

She widened her eyes in surprise before his boldness to even joke in a moment too intimate as this but ended up exploding in loud cackles that left her breathless. Her reaction caused an expression of fascinated disbelief to take over his face. Both laughed it off shortly to resume were they left off.

His stare, predacious and craving, petrified Harleen.

Once his bare sex perfectly fit her hot, silky intimacy, Harleen threw her head on the pink velvety pillow, dramatically panting as her body focuses on adhering to this desired invader. His name leaves her mouth as a desperate prayer, as if he was her only saviour, much to his delight.

"You like that, don't you?" he hissed while giving her body another brutal thrust so she could feel him inside her as intensely as possible.

“Yes!” Harleen replied, not giving a fuck if it sounded indecent, “Arthur, I want all of it, please! Please!”

“All of it?” he smirked, reinforcing his invasion, obtaining louder screams from Harleen, doing her best to deal with the urging length in, searing walls flexing around him.

“Allofit…” but it was unintelligible for him. Arthur was too busy indulging in a deeper intrusion, eyes closed for a better focus. His thrusts were taken over by an animalistic despair, not hesitating to harden the pace even more as the eventual natural need for release set aside any sense of self control.

Nothing could take the wide smile off her.

“You are so good at this, mister Fleck…” the playful praise sounded more like a helpless little whimper, arousing Arthur in ways he would have never imagined. It lead him to lean into her, but she quickly took advantage of it by captivating his form, legs pressing his hips to deepen the intrusion even more.

Arthur threw his head back, stopping for a moment to process the pleasure the abrupt move had caused on him. Harleen contemplated in silent joy how his arms had taken a more muscular shape, gifting him an evil, yet charming smile when she held his face with both hands to pepper it with kisses, holding to his back as if her life depends on it, body ready and eager to obtain more of him.

He slowly made his way out of her just to violently slam back in, causing soft sobs that ended in more desperate praises, which played an important part during the act.

“Keep fucking me like that… I beg you” he closed his eyes, ecstatic, lips parted.

“I will” he gasped.

As soon as she moans his name, Arthur sensed his last sense of self control disappear. He could feel her nails in the skin of his back, which doubled the joy of another brutal thrust into her, exhausted groans leaving his throat. Harleen squirmed while dealing with the intense pleasure his unmerciful pace caused on her.

“Arthurarthurarthurarthurarthur” the blonde called him before losing her own sense of reality, the last coherent word before a lovely, mellifluous mixture of moans, groans, grunts and sobs seized her lips.

Him.

It was all about him, she realized. She swore everything had lost into oblivion. There was nothing except the throbbing welcome her tight walls granted to his twitching gristle.

In that moment she finally comprehended his impact on her life, remembering all the good moments they had shared, everything that led them to this moment, so close to end the act with thunderous moans.

She wasn’t afraid to accept this man had become her entire life since she had lied eyes on him, the first and last person she thought about every time she woke up and certainly the reason why sudden smiles traced her lips during work.

However, her body warned them about the proximity of the peak when the pulsing grip around him intensified, interrupting the happy daydreaming about him, returning her to the raw reality she was protagonist of.

The gorgeous moaning mess he had done from her had encouraged the loner to fasten the rhythm, loving to bring her to the brink, frantic spasms whipping his nerves while her moans echoed louder and louder. Her features showed an agonizing expression, lips partly open but unable to utter anything, mind fogged by lightheadedness.

“Arthur, I can’t— I—” the violent, feverish orgasm caught her unprepared: a blaring, euphoric cry served as the glorious conclusion of their union.

Arthur found the strength to distance himself from her, far too weak to resist the temptation to earn a good vision of her naked body in that moment. Harleen was still numb, hair covering her face like a curtain, blue strands all over her chest, contrasting with her pale skin. He followed the long mane down, eyeing her quivering figure, so full of him. He stopped to stare at their sexes still caught in a sore and reddened embrace.

The loner eventually surrendered with a powerful groan, exploding inside of her. He exhaled in stunned relief and sexual bliss. His eyes behold such beauty so full of him, retaining him even when her moans indicate that it was too much for her to bear. This let an even wilder side of him to appear when pushing slightly deeper, thinking it would go unnoticed, but she was too immersed in her thoughts about the man who lied over her. The stillness helped her to put her mind in order, dimensioning this feelings blooming in her heart.

It was hard to stare at each other at this point, but she slowly turned her head to see him despite the blue mane hinders a proper sight of him. Sunlight shone brightly on his face, curls tousled, from what she could see. It was like a little light of happiness shining at last. For the others, he was a deranged creep, but in that moment, Harleen felt he was the most beautiful man she had ever met in her life.

The blurred image eventually became sharper when his face came closer to hers, oozing his seed inside Harleen through his spurred flesh. It felt like hours passed by.

Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his open mouthed expression was of pure astonishment and fascination. The slender fingers set aside her hair, touching her lips, probably to kiss her again.

But nothing happened. Instead, Arthur decided to break the contact, paying attention to the zone in question.

With slow vehemence, he was finally gone.

The action left a thin, niveous line dripping from the tip, leaking from her in small creeks in a beautiful way their bodies demanded to reconnect each other.

“Fuck” he muttered, grinning. Despite the exhaustion, Harleen mimicked it. They couldn’t say anything else, for words were unnecessary. He wouldn’t know it, but Harleen had already accepted a great truth about him.

She was madly in love with Arthur Fleck. _______________________________________

Weeks passed. It was raining in a cold Thursday on Gotham City when Harleen returned home from work. The garbage strike was worsening, rioters looting any store they could and the mayoral candidate being the focus of criticism and repudiation of people. The reason behind it? She would find it out soon.

A taxi honking distracted from her quest for an answer but that didn’t stop her for too long. She heard people talking about nowadays and what Thomas Wayne had said about people in Gotham after something horrible had happened in the filthy subway. The macabre part awakened her curiosity. Was there something she didn’t know about? She looked for a kiosk at the end of the every block to see if there were papers about the aforementioned topic.

It was near a telephone cabin when Harleen finally found what she was looking for… but she didn’t know where to start. Just a headline in bold was enough to freeze her:

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE

LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS

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"Tell me he'll be all right, Roach," Jaskier says softly, but Roach is a clever lady with her own will who doesn't hold with such foolish thoughts, and therefore ignores him, continuing to nibble at a bush.

"I know," he sighs, and shifts to get a bit more comfortable. It's late, and he should just get to his bedroll, instead of curling against the log he'd been using as a backrest, but his crossed arms atop the log make a fair enough pillow. And it would be downright unchivalrous to abandon a lady like that. "I know it's just a ghoul, I know he can handle that, they're probably in a book somewhere with horribly colorful illustrations. A Witcher's First Monster."

Roach snorts, and he mutters, "Yes, well, you're hardly keeping up your end of the conversation, you've no right to criticize my jokes. Put in some effort, why don't you."

It's not that he truly doubts Geralt's abilities, any more than he doubts that the sun will rise in the morning. But sometimes when Geralt goes off alone and it's too quiet, no music or laughter or people to distract him, he thinks about how witchers never retire and his mind runs off into the dark thickets beyond the firelight where all but witchers fear to tread.

He'd been told as a child that his vivid imagination was a curse; it took him years to understand how that could possibly be true.

"I'm sorry, my lady, I shouldn't have said that. You are truly the loveliest of company," he says, resting his cheek against his arm. She's glossy in the fire's reflection, all combed out by Geralt before he left. He would dare anyone to think witchers have no feelings after seeing the care Geralt lavishes upon her. "How about a song, Roach? To lift our spirits?"

She whuffs at her name, and he takes that as assent. Quietly, barely vocalizing at all, he begins an old Redanian pastoral that he hasn't sung in years.

He wakes to the smell of leather and oil and sweat, and a tingling at the crown of his head, as if someone had run their fingers through his hair.

"'M awake," he mumbles blearily.

"You shouldn't be," says a low voice. Gravelly voice. Good voice, goes with the smell, and it's... not really a good smell? But it's a particular person's smell, and that person is very good, so: good smell, after all. "Were you bothering my horse?"

"I provided her with" -- he's ambushed by a yawn, cracking his jaw cruelly -- "only the finest entertainment." He rubs an eye with the back of his wrist, trying to wake himself up, but his eyelids have been heartlessly weighted down by some unknown blackguard. "She's a paragon of taste and sophistication. I can tell she appreciated it."

"Mmm."

There's something faintly mocking about that hum, and he's considering mustering the energy for outrage. Any minute how, it'll be right along. "Wanted to wait for you," he says, and sleep's lingering grasp makes it come out more grumpy than he intended -- and more plaintive, too. Bollocks.

His cheeks are just starting to burn, and he's clinging to the possibility that Geralt will just somehow fail to notice, because sometimes one just really needs the gods to give them a break, just forgive all the blasphemy, and --

-- and there are careful fingers trailing through his hair, now, definitely, and oh, he must have been a very good bard indeed. Somehow.

The fingers comb delicately across his scalp, fingertips teasing the fringe away from his face, dipping to curve around the curl of his ear, trailing the warm humming feeling of being cared for behind them. It's the kind of gentleness Geralt never gets to show, because no one ever wants him for that.

Damp-headed fools, the lot of them.

All the tension sighs out of him, and he raises his head a bit, nudging against Geralt's hand. "Feels nice," he murmurs. His cheeks are still prickling with the embers of his embarrassment, but perhaps Geralt will let him blame the lateness of the hour for his dozy neediness.

He's honestly not expecting a reply at all, so when it does come, it burrows that much deeper into his heart. "For me, too," Geralt says, the faintest hesitant rasp, just louder than the crackle of the fire.

The thrill that gives him is the strength he needs to open his eyes.

Geralt is crouched beside him, whole and hale and well. The cheeky firelight makes his pale stubble shine in the dark as it licks at his jaw, and Jaskier is far too well acquainted with the urge to do the same.

He notices the moment Jaskier opens his eyes, because of course he does, and Jaskier only gets the teeniest sliver of an instant to appreciate the soft look in his eyes before his jaw works and he angles his face away. His fingers make one last pass through Jaskier's hair, and then cup the back of his neck. "Get to your bedroll, bard. I'd rather not hear about your back all day tomorrow."

"Fine," he grumbles, just to watch the smirk play at the corners of Geralt's mouth. Then he sets about the monumental task of figuring out where all of his limbs have wandered off to and how to convince them to work together once more.

Like most group endeavors he'd had at Oxenfurt, getting himself to his feet is a qualified success. He stumbles at the finish line, and doesn't mind the mixed metaphor so much when he's saved from falling into the fire by a solid wall of witcher.

It turns out that having his hands unexpectedly pressed against Geralt's chest is a shockingly effective wake-up call. He'd somehow managed to sleep through Geralt getting out of his armor and cleaning himself up and taking care of his swords, and he feels like he's in danger of being chided for that inattention. He can't really worry about that, though, not when he can feel the steady rise and fall of Geralt's muscley chest through a thin layer of cotton, the wolf medallion half-hidden under a fold and winking at him.

He probably spends a bit too long appreciating it, but what is he supposed to do? It's a very nice chest.

He glances up, and Geralt's watching him. Not humorlessly, not sardonically, not any of the other uncharitable adverbs that Jaskier would never put into a song but sometimes considers ever so briefly, just to make a point... but with a patience that feels almost indulgent.

To someone not nearly so fluent in Witcherese, it might not seem like much. But it's such a change from having to scrabble around for (and possibly invent) meagre scraps of affection, so much so that the guards at Jaskier's heart are momentarily laid low.

"I'm glad that you're all right, Geralt." It comes out softly, plainly, in a way he rarely lets himself be. No artifice or dramatic hyperbole, no ironic detachment or invoking an imaginary other. There's an icy coil of panic in his throat after it's out, but he swallows it down; Geralt came back to him unscathed, and he deserves to know that it means something to Jaskier.

"It was only a ghoul." He says it with the supreme unconcern of someone who's dispatched far worse creatures, which is… true. But there's a searching look in his eyes, as if he can't understand why anyone would bother to be concerned about him.

"Yes, well, you're not 'only an' anything," he says, a little hotly, and it's partly about the parade of idiots who've failed to appreciate the witcher, and partly about the idiot in front of him who thinks Jaskier would be one of the former. "You're one of a kind, White Wolf."

Geralt blinks, and then says blandly, "There are other witchers."

Jaskier takes a breath to begin to address that nonsense, and then registers that even for Geralt, that was too bland -- that even with the firelight, his golden eyes are glinting a bit too much. "You know, Geralt -- fine, you're right, you win." He drops his hands and steps back, muttering, "Yes, you're all inter-bloody-changeable, it's ridiculous that I care so much about this witcher in particular..."

He tromps over to his bedroll -- which is nicely laid out already, with a waterskin beside it that he's betting is full, and there probably aren't even any rocks or twigs under it to poke him in the night, and he turns to glare at the witcher who ever so occasionally makes it difficult to remain mad at him, and yes, he appreciates the irony, thank you --

-- only to find that Geralt is in the same spot he was, watching Jaskier, and he looks a bit… lost.

Jaskier caves like a -- whatever it is that caves, he's tired and has other things to worry about. "Geralt?" he asks, stepping back over to him. "What is it?"

"I--" Geralt says, and then drops his chin to stare down and away. When he returns to meeting Jaskier's gaze, only his eyes move. His voice is raspy again when he says, "Thank you."

He has to wind the conversation back a bit -- and skip past the parts that only happened in his head -- but then it hits him, reminding him not a little of once taking a very jarring tiny cannonball to the forehead. "Geralt… that's not a surprise, is it?" he asks, as gently as he knows how. "That I care about you?"

Geralt doesn't answer, just gives him that not-quite-direct look, which is more than answer enough.

"I'm sorry, I -- I always thought you knew," he says, around the lump in his throat. It hurts, to think that Geralt can spot a lie at a thousand paces and hear all the signs that a man's preparing to attack him, but even when it's staring him in the face, he can't sense…

Well. It's just sort of a different language, isn't it? And if a talented and charismatic bard can teach a room full of drunks the history of their realm with a catchy little rhyme, then surely that same bard can handle a single, much more important learner.

He's caught unawares by another yawn, and he blinks back from it to find Geralt facing him again, a somber look in his eyes. "You should rest."

"I should," Jaskier agrees, and he dares to circle his fingers around Geralt's wrist, tugging lightly. "And so should the witcher who made sure there's one less ghoul in the world."

"Three less," Geralt says, and oh, that's new information, but for a wonder, Geralt lets Jaskier pull him towards the bedrolls, so he chooses not to let it upset him. (He'd noted Geralt's bedroll was next to his earlier, of course, but ignored it on the grounds of it not fitting into the narrative of pique he'd been building.)

"Braggart," Jaskier says only, and Geralt breathes out a laugh.

It's right about then that his body decides his borrowed time is up, and he all but collapses into his bedding. He drifts a bit as Geralt goes through his own routine, but stirs himself to roll and face the witcher once he's settled.

"If you wake up before me," he says to Geralt's profile -- as if it happens any other way all that often -- "feel free to play with my hair. If you want."

Geralt snorts, but his mouth curves up, just a bit. "Noted."

Then Geralt reaches over, drawing his thumb and forefinger gently down Jaskier's eyelids, and he's out like the proverbial light.

#geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier fic #the witcher #geraskier #my fic #i just really needed to write something super soft #carry on #series: don't write 'em like that anymore

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kessielrg · 3 years

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[Kingdom Hearts] Commission Please!

Summary: In which concentrated bits of chaos meet a shy artist. Dedicated to @chibi-mushroom, my Namine-sensei and to whom I’m converting in to a bunny child appreciator. xD

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,210 words

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There was always something interesting happening in Disney Town. The colors, the sounds, the smells- it was nearly overwhelming as Namine breathed it all in. The atmosphere of the place always seemed to knock Namine slightly off guard every time she set foot in it. Disney Town was a very alive world, and all the experiences with it flowed through effortlessly. She was always so amazed that every day was different than the last- definitely a stark contrast to how she started out in the world. Today, Disney Town offered something new, something no one had seen before and was quite hard to ignore.

“Where on earth did all these bunny kids come from?!” Lea demanded once they entered town square. They were very hard to ignore. Every foot or so, there was at least one of the small, blue bunnies getting into some sort of trouble.

“Not sure,” Kairi said, just as a bunny kid hopped onto her head, bent down to look her in the eye, happily wave, then bound off of her head. She couldn’t hide her little giggle as she went on to add, “But they sure are cute.”

“Ri-ight.” Lea snorted. He looked down to see a bunny child at his feet. It stuck its tongue out at him before laughing rather maniacally. “They look about as cute as a wart on someone’s toe. Just as persistent too.”

“Lea!” Kairi admonished, gently smacking him with the back of her hand. The taller redhead did nothing to defend himself. Instead he gave them a charming little grin that feigned innocence.

Namine let out a little chuckle as well. Lea turned to her with the most hurt expression one could offer.

“Not you too, Namine!” he whined. “I thought we had amnesty once we became Somebodies. We’re good now!”

“Not when you’re still being cruel to innocent children.” Namine teased.

“I didn’t even touch them!”

Namine and Kairi looked at each other before dissolving into a round of giggles. Lea deflated, knowing that he was never going to win this argument. Their moment of fun was broken when a loud drum march started to play. The three looked up to find the source of the noise. Sure enough, there was a small group of bunny children with drums and leading a small parade filled with nothing but other blue bunny children. One of the bunnies in front was holding a banner reading ‘Lunch Time 4 Us!’ and waving it quite happily.

In high, squeaky voices, the leading bunny children started to chant;

“Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me!”

On cue, another round of tiny voices shouted as they joined the parade, “La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

“Hey there, hi there, ho there! You’re as welcome as can be!”

“La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

The chant continued as the parade marched their way through the square and into a cafe.

“Well…” Kairi was the first to muse, “Guess we’re not going to eat in there.”

“Must be lunchtime.” Namine noted with a grin.

“Must be something.” Lea decided as he scratched the back of his head. All the while, the bunny children continued with their march.

“Uncle Mick!”

“Papa too!”

“Uncle Mick!”

“Papa too!”

“Forever let us hold our ice creams high!”

“High, high, high!”

“Come along and sing a song, and join the jamboree!”

“La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

The bunny children holding up the rear, who hadn’t entered the cafe yet, let out a cheer before slamming the cafe door behind them. The square was suddenly rather quiet without them all making a ruckus.

“I, for one, am glad they’re gone for now.” Lea told the girls. “That is not a song I want to have memorized.”

Kairi gave Namine a wicked glance before turning back to Lea. She didn’t give any warning before she opened her mouth to sing, “Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me?”

Lea suddenly went pale. “Kairi, no!”

“Hey there, hi there, ho there!”

“Kairi! I’m warning you!”

“You’re as welcome as can be!”

“This is your last chance!”

“Come along and sing a song, and join the jamboree!”

“That’s it, get over here so I can teach you a lesson!” Lea hollered as he barrelled at Kairi. Kairi herself let out a little yelp before bolting away. She then let out a joyful laughter as Lea chased her around the square, and out to a different area. Namine considered following them, but decided it was best they get their energy out. There certainly wasn’t any shortage of it in this world.

Instead, Namine made herself comfortable at a nearby bench and simply relaxed. After being accustomed to the energy of the world again, she carefully pulled out her drawing pad, some colored pencils, and did one of the most relaxing hobbies she had yet to replace; drawing.

She started with the square itself. The bench she was on was facing a nice gazebo, which in turn was framed rather well by the entrance to Disney Castle behind it. She wondered for a moment if she had enough colors in her palette to capture the atmosphere just right. If not, maybe it was time to experiment with cross hatching. As she got into her familiar, comfortable groove, Namine started to hum a few bars of the bunny kid’s march. It was a pretty catchy tune. She’d have to ask Riku if he was familiar with it- he came around Disney Town often enough to visit the King, he must have heard it at least once.

Quite some time passed as she drew. Namine didn’t even notice when some of the bunny children started to file out of the cafe. A little pack of four started to play in the gazebo. It looked like a rather fun game of hide and seek. Namine didn’t realize that she had started to draw the bunny children playing until she had finished shading the first blue bunny. She blinked at her page with mild bewilderment. She had heard stories about ‘automatic writers’ and how they would write whole letters by hand while supposedly controlled by some outside force. She didn’t personally believe them until she saw the blue bunnies in her drawing. It was like she didn’t even recognize her own ability.

“Hey fellas!” a high pitched voice said from beside her, succeeding in scaring Namine nearly out of her wits. She quickly looked to her left and saw one of the bunny kids standing next to her. Namine flinched when it whistled to get the other two’s attention.

Its siblings (she assumed they were all siblings, at least) immediately stopped what they were doing. They took a glance at Namine, then at the bunny beside her, then started to bounce on over. They stopped at her feet. Namine was so bewildered at the past minute’s events that she had to take another moment to register what was going on.

“Oh! Hello there.” she finally greeted. “Would you like to see what I drew?”

All four bunny children nodded their heads- the one that had surprised Namine had gone down with the rest of its siblings. There was power in numbers, and she had a feeling those blue bunnies were well aware of it. Despite herself, Namine carefully turned her drawing around for them to see. Her work was immediately accepted with a round of ‘oh’s and ‘aww’s. It made her heart flutter with pride. She felt rather selfish when the four bunnies decided to just up and leave without another word. Namine sighed, hoping that they’d come back, before going back to finish up a few bits on the drawing.

Her wish was granted quite a few minutes after. Just as she was finishing up her drawing, the four bunny children from earlier were coming back to her. At least, she assumed they were the same as before- it was hard to tell when those blue bunnies all looked the same. Regardless, Namine greeted them all with a bright smile.

“Hello again,” she said, “How can I help you?”

The bunny children all stared at the one bunny standing in the back. It was bashfully hiding something as it stepped forward. The other bunnies let out a pleased ‘ta-da!’ while the bashful bunny presented Namine with a flower. It wasn’t anything too special, probably plucked from the caste gardens based on its hue.

“O-oh, thank you.” Namine stammered. “But I don’t need-”

She stopped dead in her tracks- the pitiful, pleading faces of the bunnies made it increasingly hard to say no. After a moment of mental wrestling, Namine offered a smile.

“It’s very lovely.” she said as she carefully took the flower. “Thank you. I’ll use it as a commission.”

The bunny children suddenly perked up. A new word had been spoken to them- one that they could already tell held the promise for more lovely drawings. They looked back up at her expectantly. Namine didn’t think herself that good at charades, but she could almost gather what they wanted to ask her.

“A commission is when you give something to someone in return for their goods. In this case, the flower is your commission for me drawing your picture earlier. Do you understand now?”

The bunny children looked at each other for a moment. They seemed to have a moment of revelation before turning back to Namine with a wide grin. In unison, the bunnies happily nodded.

“That’s good.” Namine smiled, giving them a happy nod of her own back to them.

Giving a grin that seemed rather mischievous in hindsight, the blue bunny children bounded off in different directions to do whatever it was they planned on next. Namine wasn’t aware that she was going to be a part of this plan. Not yet. For now, she decided to put her drawing things away to go find Lea and Kairi. She hadn’t seen them since they ran out a good hour ago. Not that she expected anything bad to happen to them, but still. You never knew in their world.

Thankfully, both Kairi and Lea were safe when Namine found them. Apparently they had raced each other to the go-kart track, which then proceeded to be an even more heated race between them. Namine had caught them at the end of their sixth round.

“Who won?” Namine curiously asked.

“I did!” Kairi boasted at the same time Lea mumbled, “She did.”

Namine afforded a small laughter. With the three of them together again, they decided that it was likely time to get something to eat. On their way back to the square, a large hoard to bunny children came bounding to the trio. They bunnies were so packed together that it was just a sea of rippling blue. Not sure of what to do, or where the bunnies were even heading, Lea, Namine, and Kairi simply stopped in their tracks.

“I don’t like how they’re in a stampede.” Lea murmured to the girls. “Who do you think they’re going to terrorize? That’s a terrorizing formation if I’ve ever seen it.”

The girls just shrugged, but they got their answer soon enough. The hoard stopped right at Namine’s feet. A fact that didn’t surprise her nearly as much until a few started to stack on top of each other. They continued to stack until the bunny child on top was at about Namine’s eye level.

“Hi!” the top bunny child happily said, giving a wave so energetic that it made the tower wobble a bit. The bunny didn’t give anyone time to react before pulling out a picture of their own. It was rather crudely done, but it was still easy to depict a black cat with a pink shirt and matching little hat. Putting on a wide grin, the bunny child told Namine, “This is our mama.”

“We want to surprise her!” one of the bunny kids in the stack said.

“Please draw us for Mama.” another bunny said.

“Draw us for Mama! Draw us for Mama!” the rest of the hoard chanted.

For the longest time, Namine was speechless. When she did try to say something, it only came out in a strangled, “I…” as she looked to Kairi and Lea. They seemed just as overwhelmed as she was.

The bunny children must have been expecting this because a few others formed a second stack. This time, the bunny on top was holding a rather large sack that, when shook, sounded like munny twinkling inside.

“We’ll commission you.” the bunny at the top of the second stack grinned.

“It’s all our allowance!” the hoard cheered at once. “63,000 munny!”

Lea let out a low whistle. “That’s a LOT of Mega-Potions…”

Indeed it was, and it only caused more conflict inside Namine. Why was it so hard to say no to troublemakers when they were being so earnest? Maybe it’s because the bunny children were still just that- children. They weren’t perfect, but when they put their heart into something, it was all they desired. It was admirable. It was hard to say no to.

“Sure.” Namine then decided, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to take it back later. “Why not?”

The bunny children cheered.

#kingdom hearts #epic mickey #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh namine #bunny children #namine #kh kairi #kairi #lea #kh lea #kh fanfiction #fanfiction #kh fan fic #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic #writers on tumblr #bunny kids

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Adrienette: Piano for Four Hands - Rough Draft Version (One-Shot)

This is the rough draft version of Piano for Four Hands for the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server’s Sprintember 2021 writing event.

You can find the final draft version here on my AO3. ^.^

Marinette was speeding by the small theatre auditorium when the sound of someone playing a fun, upbeat song on the piano grabbed her attention.

She slowed her power walk as she passed and gradually came to a stop, going over to the door and pushing it open just a crack so that she could catch a glimpse of the performer.

When she saw that it was Adrien at the piano, she gasped softly.

A wide grin graced his lips and even made it all the way up into his eyes which sparkled as he played.

So entranced was she by him and the music that she didn’t realize how much weight she was leaning against the auditorium door, so she was caught off guard when it swung open.

With an undignified yelp, she went tumbling into the theatre, arms flailing.

Thankfully, she regained her balance before she could end up on the floor and hurt herself, but a different kind of damage was already done: Adrien had seen her.

“Sorry!” she squawked. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt you or eavesdrop or anything! I just heard you playing, and it sounded really good, so I—”

“—Marinette, it’s okay,” he gently cut her off, smiling affectionately at her usual brand of antics. “I don’t mind you listening, and it’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it.”

She blinked at him, perpetually astonished at how sweet and magnanimous he was. “You’re sure?”

He nodded, smile never wavering. “Mmhm. If you want to listen, feel free to come in and take a seat.”

He patted the piano bench beside him, and she nearly fainted at the prospect of that kind of prolonged proximity.

As she sat, she prayed that she didn’t do anything else to embarrass herself.

“What song was that you were playing?” she inquired, attempting to seem like a normal human being and not the mess she really was whenever he was around.

“That was Scott Joplin’s Maple Leaf Rag,” he supplied with a conspiratorial grin. “What did you think?”

“I liked it a lot,” she assured enthusiastically. “It was really catchy, and it had a nice swing to it.”

She hesitated a moment before adding, “It sounded…different, though. Not like classical music. Not like what I expected you to be playing…if that makes any sense. Sorry. I—”

“—No.” He rested his fingertips gently on her forearm. “Don’t apologize. You’re making plenty of sense.”

His expression darkened slightly as his eyes left hers and fell back to the keyboard. “It’s not something people would expect me to play…” His voice lowered, taking on a bitter edge. “…because Adrien Agreste plays serious music.”

He looked back up at her, and his features softened, his smile regaining some warmth. “Right?”

“Uh…right,” she agreed, sensing that she had stepped on a landmine.

“Want to hear a secret?”

She nodded mutely.

“The truth is, I’m not always the person people expect me to be,” he confessed, taking an impish delight in finally letting the cat out of the bag.

She arched an eyebrow, angling on the bench to face him more. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes I’m a complete dork…sometimes I’m not perfect…sometimes I like playing music just for fun.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” she assured.

His wry laugh caught her by surprise.

“That’s not true in my family…but, honestly,” He gave her a timid smile. “this is the music that makes me happy. This is the kind of music I used to play with my mom.”

Tentatively, Marinette reached out and rested her hand on top of his on the keyboard. “Sometimes, doing what makes you happy is the most important thing, no matter what anyone else wants…no matter what anyone else says.”

He stared at her in awe for a moment before a broad grin spread across his lips once more. “You’re really amazing, Marinette. You know that?”

Her stomach flipped, and she could feel her cheeks heating up. “I’m not all that great.”

“You are,” he stressed. “You know just what to say to make the sun shine again after a thunderstorm.”

“Will you—Will you play for me? Please?” she entreated, desperate to get him to stop complimenting her and looking at her like she’d invented oxygen.

She knew that if he kept it up, she’d do something stupid like kiss him or confess her undying love or ask him to be the father of her children.

He always made her yearn for things she knew she couldn’t have.

“Gladly,” he responded with a grin and launched into another light, bouncy ragtime piece.

Mesmerized, Marinette watched Adrien’s fingers dance over the keys.

She’d never seen him so relaxed and confident before. His expression was nothing like the charming veneer he pasted on for his modeling work or the shy, uncertain face he wore when trying to navigate the intricacies of social interactions.

She liked this carefree, self-assured version of Adrien. He was beautiful in a whole new way. He almost reminded her of Chat Noir.

As soon as the thought wandered into her mind, she chased it right back out.

More and more often, she’d been having those kinds of thoughts about her partner, and that simply wouldn’t do.

Adrien reached past Marinette to play a chord low in the piano’s register, and she was immediately brought back to the present moment where she was alone with her crush, effectively being serenaded.

She endeavored to savor the moment, committing every second to memory so that she could play it back later and fall in love with him all over yet again.

“What do you think?” Adrien chuckled as he continued to play. “I’m kind of on a Joplin kick at the moment. My father hates him. He thinks ragtime is ‘frivolous’.”

Adrien gave a snort and rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s wonderful,” Marinette weighed in, wishing she’d paid more attention to Luka when he’d talked about music theory so that maybe she could have engaged in some sort of meaningful conversation with Adrien about the piece he was playing.

“It’s very…” She mentally fished for a suitable description. “…joyful.”

Adrien nodded. “That’s how I feel when I play. I play this kind of music a lot when I’m feeling down, and it usually helps me to perk back up again…unless I’m really depressed. Then, I play Chopin and just wallow in it for hours,” he chuckled, making light of it. “…but Joplin’s good for chasing away a slight case of the blues.”

He turned to her and winked, and it almost made her forget what he’d said a moment before.

She held onto her thoughts firmly, though, not allowing the usual Adrien-induced fog to set in.

“…You get depressed sometimes?” she inquired tentatively.

He shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“I suppose,” she conceded. “But it’s just… You always seem so…”

“Perfect?” he grumbled ruefully. “Yeah. That’s kind of part of the whole image. My father requires perfection in public.”

Marinette winced and quickly attempted damage control. “I didn’t mean that—I mean, you are extraordinary…but what I was going to say was that you always seem so happy and well-adjusted. Even when something doesn’t go your way, you always seem to shrug it off pretty easily, so…”

She bit her lip, wondering if anything she was saying made sense.

“…I was just surprised that you got depressed sometimes too.”

His guard seemed to relax at that, and he nodded. “I mean…I guess I am pretty resilient, but I have to be, you know? What else can you do but put on a smile and keep going? The only alternative is to give up and be miserable, so…most of the time, I shrug it off.”

“I wish I could do that,” she sighed, smiling wistfully. “Whenever something goes wrong, even if it’s just something little, I go into these crazy panic spirals and end up deciding that the world is going to end just because I tripped and smashed a cake into your face—for example,” she squeaked, belatedly adding.

He burst out laughing, remembering the incident. “Can confirm: the world did not end. But, seriously, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was a huge deal,” she muttered, embarrassment sneaking up on her and turning her ears red.

“I thought it was cute,” he confessed. “You’re always doing adorable things like that.”

Marinette’s mouth fell open in shock at the fact that not only had Adrien said she was cute, but he’d gone and doubled down by saying she was adorable on top of that.

“Could you teach me to play something?!” she blurted out, attempting to distract the both of them before she either told him how cute she thought he was or he broke her with his annoying habit of gushing about how wonderful and cute she was.

Bitterly, she reminded herself that she meant nothing to him. At least…nothing romantically. To him, she was just a friend, and that was never going to change…no matter how much that realization hurt her.

He blinked at her. “You want me to teach you something?”

She injected as much enthusiasm as she could manage into her nod. “Yeah. I mean, I know I’ll never be as good as you, but I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the piano.”

A bright grin spread across his lips, making her heart give a traitorous leap.

“Okay,” he easily agreed, taking her fingers and gingerly placing them on the keys. “Let’s do a simple duet.”

“Duet?” She gulped, trying to keep from overheating at his touch. “I don’t think I can—”

“—Please,” he laughed. “You’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng, multitasker extraordinaire, creative whirlwind, and defender of the downtrodden. You can do anything.”

She struggled to swallow. Her mouth had gone completely dry.

“Well,” she managed. “If you believe in me…”

“More than anyone,” he assured, amazing her with how much he sounded like he meant it.

“Okay.” Her voice gained a little confidence, feeding off of his. “Show me what to do.”

“This song is really easy,” he explained, starting to play the top part so that she could hear it. “You only need to use the one hand, and it repeats over and over. If you mess up, take a breath, find your place, and keep going.”

She watched his fingers intently, memorizing the simple pattern.

It looked easy enough.

“Try to play along with me,” he encouraged, slowing down so that she could keep up.

Marinette experimentally pressed the keys, trying to copy what she’d seen Adrien do.

“There you go!” he praised, sounding genuinely pleased with her progress, despite the fact that she was playing slowly and a little tentatively.

“Keep going,” he urged.

She did as bid, gaining confidence and speed as she moved through the melody a second and third and fourth time.

Once she was confidently playing the song at tempo, Adrien informed her, “I’m going to add the bassline now, if you think you’re ready?”

She bit her lip. “Do you think I’m ready?”

His smile took away all her doubts, infusing her with courage and faith that she could handle this after all.

“You’ve got this,” he affirmed and then added the other half of the song the next time Marinette restarted her loop.

She was amazed as the simple melody was suddenly transformed by the supportive structure of the bassline. The two parts fit together seamlessly, becoming something more than they ever could have been on their own. It was the perfect partnership.

Marinette beamed, laughing giddily as she realized she was doing it. She was playing a duet with Adrien, and it sounded wonderful.

He caught her eye, and the adoring way he was gazing at her made her look away and blush.

She had almost convinced herself that she was imagining things when Adrien leaned in and placed a whisper of a kiss to the side of her mouth.

The song ended in a startled clatter of notes as Marinette jumped, squawking in surprise.

“S-Sorry!” Adrien held up his hands in hopes of placating her. “I’m so sorry. I—Did I read the mood wrong? I thought—”

He shook his head, clearing away his scrambled thoughts so that he could focus on what was most important: salvaging his friendship with Marinette.

“I’m sorry, Marinette,” he stressed contritely, his eyes begging forgiveness. “I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time, and, just now, I thought that maybe you might want to too. It was my misunderstanding, and I’m sorry. I promise never to do that again, if all you want from me is friendship. That’s absolutely fine,” he insisted, even though it wasn’t really. “I just—”

“—No,” she hastily cut him off. “No, that’s not what I want.”

He blinked at her, tipping his head to the side as she resolutely retook her seat on the piano bench beside him.

“‘No’?” he repeated in a daze.

“You didn’t read the mood wrong,” she clarified as a giddy smile slowly pulled at the corners of her mouth. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for the longest time too.”

She leaned in and firmly pressed her lips to his.

Surprisingly, he readily yielded, letting her take charge and willingly following her lead.

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