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luvtak · 1 year

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Dating Stray Kids

❀ seriously criminal amounts of fluff. mostly gender neutral and basically unedited :/

❀ a/n this took years cause theres so many of them but i hope it doesn’t flop 💖💖 love you guys!!!

❀ w/c 2419

Chan: You were never even dating this man, you went from friends to married in like three days—one day you were single and then you were a mother to seven boys. So many days sitting in his studio listening to what he’s conjured up. Never leaves in the morning without giving you a kiss. Always looking out for you, walks on the busy side of the street and puts his hand up to shield your head when you get in the car. Listens so attentively whenever you’re speaking to him. Wraps you up in his clothes and the warmest blankets when you say you’re cold. When he can sleep, he lays directly on top of you. Is always asking how you are and genuinely wants to know all your daily ailments. Slightly teases you then hugs you so tight if he sees it annoyed you. Will kiss you anywhere and everywhere, then gets shy when he realizes you’re not alone. Is interested in all your interests. Hands are never kept to himself; he is all over you 100% of the time, always smiling when you’re around. Brings home little trinkets from tour that made him think of you. Writes you songs, unlike Jisung they are really sweet and poetic. Calls you all sorts of little names and giggles when you smile about it. Cuddles with you all night even if he can’t fall asleep. Leaves blankets and snacks in his studio for when you come visit. Texts you to watch channies room then gets shy when you actually do. Miraculously pulls out an extra sweater for you and pretends like he doesn’t always carry one around for you. Always has an arm around you or a hand in your pocket. Cradles you like a baby when you’re sad. He just loves you sm and takes care of you like your another one of his little ducks.

Minho: So lovely, but also your nemesis—kisses you then tells you your hair looks silly, or your outfit doesn’t match. Packs you lunches and reminds you to bring a coat. Is always telling you to text him when you get home, he doesn’t want to be controlling but he gets so worried. Says I love you first then acts all cocky when you say it back. I feel like he does things for you under the guise of you doing it wrong, when the truth is he just likes doing things for you. Never shows physical affection in front of other people but speaks to you in the sweetest tone, it’s almost more intimate. Washes your face for you and helps put you into pajamas when you’re too sleepy to do it. When you can’t sleep, he’ll lay next to you and tell you funny stories until you pass out. Kisses you all over your face when you’re sad. Fiddles with all your jewelry, he’s so gentle with it you don’t notice until you realize a ring is missing and see it on his pinkie. Thinks you’re so cute, sometimes he can’t help but talk to you like you’re one of his cats. Hugs you so so so tight and presses soft kisses in your hair. Tells you he misses you then threatens you to not tell anyone what he said. Takes you on special dates for no reason other than to make you smile. Calls you a certain pet name so often sometimes the boys forget its not your name. He not so secretively treasures you and makes sure you know when his teasing goes a little too far—you’re just so precious to him it’s hard for him to express in words.

Changbin: Super domestic and accepting. You could seriously tell him anything and he’d be like “okay, that’s great, honey!” Takes you to the gym with him and kisses you after every set. Loves sitting and doing nothing with you. Genuinely thinks you’re the most wonderful thing he has ever encountered. Constantly trying to impress you: flexing when he knows you’re looking, telling his best jokes when you’re around, bringing home expensive dinners. Pulls you into his arms to dance while you cook for him. Your biggest hype man and will never hear you say anything negative about yourself. Is always trying to pick you up, you could be dating for five years, and he'd still be giving out pick up lines. Whenever you hurt yourself, he’s going to kiss it better, no matter how dramatic it is—you have a splinter, here’s a kiss! You’re in the hospital, another kiss! Pretends to like things just because you do. Literally never says no to you. He talks about you so much; all the boys know everything about you before they even meet you. Every time he sees you, he’s going to lift you up and spin you around like you’re in some cheesy movie just so you’ll laugh. Always hugging you. #1 advocate for daily naps just so you can cuddle. Talks about your future like its already set in stone, like you’re getting married no matter what. Is so proud of you and the fact you’re together—Only has good things to say. Gifts you so many stuffed animals to cuddle with when he’s away. Calls you the most nauseatingly sweet pet names and holds you like your porcelain. You’re literally his little baby and he’s going to love and care for you if it’s the last thing he does.

Hyunjin: The most intimate and earnest boyfriend. Even if you’re the two most different people he convinces you you’re soulmates, you’re split aparts fr. Constantly playing with your hair. Tells everyone he doesn’t like skinship then wraps himself around you. Says something really sweet then acts all shy when three months later you’re watching a drama and the romantic lead says the same line. Uses your shower stuff and perfume so he can smell like you. Kisses every mole and stretch mark he can see. Whenever he sees something pretty he tells you it reminds him of you before roasting you within an inch of your life. Your house slowly becomes his house because suddenly everything he’s ever bought ends up there. CEO of romantic gestures—sends you flowers every chance he gets, writes love letters, and paints pictures. Wears a locket with your picture in it. Has a polaroid of you in his phone case. Sends you stupid tiktok’s and all he says is “it’s you.” So many bookstore and art museum dates. Late nights filled with dramas and skincare—after every step he gets a kiss! Thinks everything you say is funny. Loves you so much sometimes all he can do is cry because you’ll never know. Loves seeing you get along with the boys but as soon as one gets a little too close, he’s shooting them the biggest side eye. Always has snacks on hand for you—biggest fear is of hangry you. So tender and empathetic that when you get upset, he also starts getting emotional. Sometimes when you’re out together he gets really quiet and when you turn to see what’s wrong, he is just staring at you before he breaks out in a huge smile. Life with him is full of giggles. You’re his favorite person in the whole world and he’s yours!

Jisung: So deeply infatuated with you he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. Every time he looks at you, he gets all moony eyed. Is always touching you in some way—hand on your thigh while you’re eating, arm around your waist while you walk together. Has lists of movies you need to watch together in his notes app. You’re a very cozy couple, almost always in pajamas and watching a Miyazaki movie. Definitely writes you songs, but not sweet ones they’re the worst improvised lines about how much he loves you. For all his goofy antics, as soon as you’re alone he’s becomes so quietly domestic—bringing home dinners and doing facemasks. Begs you to watch scary movies with him so he can have an excuse to baby you after. Talks about you nonstop, tells the boys jokes you told him just so he can say “isn’t my s/o so funny?’ Cuddle monster—needs them or he’ll start being mean to all the boys. If you’re someone who wears heels, he’d def be the kind of boyfriend to walk barefoot in his socks so you could wear his sneakers. Pulls at your cheeks and coos like you’re a baby. Takes so many photos of you from awful angles and won’t listen when you tell him you look terrible. So many forehead kisses. Has never called you your name since you got together, it’s always baby, and if you even dare to call him Jisung he’s going to have a breakdown trying to figure out what he did. Hands are permanently linked. Never leaves a conversation without an “I love you.” He thinks the world of you, so fond of everything you are and makes sure you never forget it<3

Felix: So so so so precious. The perfect boy, so sweet and tender you could never second guess his feelings. Loves so hard and so deep that everyone who looks at the two you knows just how he feels. He’s so open with all his feelings, you almost never fight. The kind of boy who brushes your hair and rubs lotion onto your legs. Compliments you every day, and not just saying you’re pretty, but the most earth-shattering no other compliment could ever measure up compliment. Is so interested in you, tries to learn everything he can. Since you met this boy, you have not tied your own shoes once, does it for you every time. Matching everything, wants everyone to know you’re together, as if anyone couldn’t pick it up from the way he’s draped all over you. Favorite thing on earth is when you sit with him doing nothing, he could be doing something he’s done a million times, but as soon as you’re around its better. Presses the softest kisses all around your face—nose, eyes, then lips, every morning to wake you up. Sings with you so loud in the car to all your favorite songs. #1 PDA advocate—does not care who’s around he will be affectionate. Always fiddling with your clothes. Makes you sweet treats and tells you they’re made with love. Could listen to you forever, sometimes he’ll bring up something he knows you love just so he can hear you toddling on. Buys you too many presents but will never accept you spending money on him. Never lets you walk home alone or open the door for yourself—if he can do it for you he’s doing it. Loves you so deeply you can feel it in every word.

Seungmin: Such a bully boyfriend. Never lets you live—if he can find a joke in it, he’s saying it, but at the same time never lets you second guess how he feels. While he won’t be lovey dovey all the time, but you can feel his affection in how he takes care of you—If you ask him to do something he’s going to complain, but that doesn’t mean he’s not doing it. Makes bad jokes so he can kiss the disappointment of your face. Orders your favorite for dinner and acts like its no big deal. Pretends not to but relishes in your affection. Will stop whatever he’s doing as soon as you say his name a little too seriously. Super shy with PDA but is constantly holding your hand. Is always talking about you, telling the other Kids stories about you until they have to tell him to shut up. Your biggest fan: puts up your graduation picture and top graded essay up on the fridge and is always bragging about you to others. Sings you to sleep when you’re tossing and turning. Teases you all the time but as soon as someone else does they better run for cover. Remembers every little detail about your life, even things that you’ve forgotten. Is secretly very sentimental and has all sorts of keepsakes about you and your relationship. Is not going to be all over you in public, but as soon as you’re alone he’s in your arms and telling you how much he cares about you. If you’re ever sad he’s going to be cracking all sorts of jokes just to you see you smile before he asks you what happened. He’s so silly but so so sweet, you never go a day without laughing.

Jeongin: The sweetest and cutest! Obviously super smiley, but with you his smile is somehow even bigger. Loves to match with you and help pick out your outfits. I do think if his s/o was someone who got their nails done that he’d love to pick out the design. Always packs snacks for you in his practice bag and an extra hoodie in case you get cold. While he may not be the most openly affectionate, he quite literally brings you everywhere, you’re like his third arm. Peppers sweet little kissies all over your knuckles when you’re not paying attention to him. Laughs at all your jokes even if they’re not funny. Thinks you’re the cutest!! Sends all sorts of funny pictures when he’s away so you don’t miss him too much. Constantly teases you just so he can see you roll your eyes at him. Pulls you into every photobooth he sees. Buys a bottle of your perfume to bring with him on tour. Fusses over you all the time—fixing your clothes and making sure you’re warm enough. Acts all tough in front of his hyungs but as soon as you’re alone he’s begging for cuddles. Makes playlists of all your favorite songs to play when you’re in the car. I think he’ d be too shy to call you pet names but he always says your name so soft and sweet its like he’s calling you one. Sings every love song like they’re for you. If your hair is long enough to put up in a pony tail he will tug on it, not too hard or anything, but just enough for it to be annoying. Both his wallpaper and lock screen are of you all cuddled up together. Very in love with you and even if he doesn’t express it in words everyone around you knows.

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willownwisp · 4 months

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love like a love song

a love sung, is a love that is lived.

author's note: hi, i'm opening my requests now so feel free to send asks for me! just peek at my nuh-uh list in my pinned for the things i'm okay with and fandoms that i write. also i still suck at titles, and pardon if my format isn't set yet, and my writing style changes. i'm an indecisive air sign also pls befriend me </3 it's so lonely in tumbles w/o friends the fic isn't dialogue heavy as i want to focus on feelings. <3 cw: nsfw mdni pls, SOFT AND FLUFFY, reader is a hopeless romantic and leon is hopelessly in love, fem!reader x di!leon kennedy, p in v.

What once was a sneaky mission to ease your midnight munchies turns into embarrassment when Leon, ever the alert and seasoned agent, catches you leaving his side, and unfortunately thwarting your plans as he follows the sound of your soft footsteps towards the kitchen. Finding you and wrapping his arms around your waist, the height difference making you nuzzle up into his chest and you smile up at him. Sleepy blue eyes, looking at you like you were his life line, and he's never shy to admit that you are. So you look at him like he's the only man in the world, you hope your memory etches every detail of his face because you are so disgustingly in love with each other, sometimes words fall short, and you want to love him with all that your body can show. You never learned how to dance, skipping prom might have been the best idea you've ever struck in your high school mind occupied with thoughts of wanting to be different, coupled with your averseness to boys. Leon doesn't dance, never learned to, the only dance he knows is a tango with death most of his life. Perhaps dancing in the palms of top brass? You pick. Yet the two of you both find yourselves in the kitchen at midnight, you in one of his old shirts, faded with time, Leon in his sweats swaying with you to the beat of nothing but the thrumming in his chest as he cradles you close to him.

It's laughably corny how the moonlight illuminates your eyes, the argentine glow of that lone moon like a spotlight as it peeks through the opened kitchen window. No words are spoken when he sways your body along with his as you are caged in his arms, you face him, and he stops in his tracks. If you were a cartoon character, you'd have hearts for eyes by now. Tired blue eyes looking back at yours, and you swoon, because you know you're his life line, and you're proud to be his. Leon captures your lips in a sweet kiss, you sigh in his mouth before your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, the feeling of his stubble on your skin is one of your favorite sensations, second only to him kissing you. Leon kisses you like tomorrow doesn't exist for him, he savors the taste of your lips that murmur sweet nothings when you think he's asleep, yet only pretending to, just to hear you. You're the only tender thing in his life, so he worships the softness of your skin, the gentle youth you had in you, because that will never be him. Your soft sighs, pleasant moans, are adorable to him, especially when you try to reach him, standing on the tips of your toes because you're cute like that. "Leon? Lovey?" "Hm?" "I love you so much my heart almost always wants to explode." You confess to him, and he swears he could cry, but not now. Leon scoops you up in his arms and lays you down the kitchen table unceremoniously. He covers your body with his and he kisses you all over, while you're wide-eyed and sighing whenever his lips land on your skin, leaving a trail of heat. Calloused hands slowly pulling up his old shirt to expose your bare breasts as he rains kisses down on you. Worship and devotion, Leon kisses the valley between your breasts, thumbs massaging your nipples while his kisses trail south. His fingers hooked on your panties before he gently takes it off of you. His lips follow south, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs down to your calves. He grins at the glistening wetness on your pussy before he presses a chaste kiss on your clit, another one, and another one before lapping at your wetness like you're a goddess feeding him ambrosia. Because Leon is a starved man, but with your appearance in his life, his hankering for love, affection, company is quenched and more. So he loves you with his mouth until you cum on his tongue. Your fluids coating his stubble but he doesn't care. When his cock slips inside you, he doesn't move, not yet. He puts his weight on you, lacing his fingers with yours because he doesn't just have sex with you. He makes love, because you are the embodiment of love for him. You savor his fullness, and he delights in the way you clench around him. Sometimes he wonders if there is another way to be even closer to you, to be one with your very soul. His thrusts are slow, he doesn't focus on roughness. That was for when he's stressed, or when he has gotten home after an op and wants to feel you, to anchor himself in your warmth. You lazily wrap your legs around his waist and sigh, your hands bringing him down as you cup his cheeks to let his forehead rest on yours. Deep blue eyes that hold the deepest depths of his love for you, and you stare into that ocean and dive with him. When you cum, you cum together. Basking in that love with the beating of both your hearts and the syncing of both your breaths. After a moment of silence, Leon smiles and whispers: "I love you so much that my heart wants to explode."

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reivrze · 1 year

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drunk confessions w/ enha omg

a/n : i didn't add niki as he isn't of legal age to drink yet, i'm not sure about jungwon but i think he mentioned having tried drinking recently and the legal age to drink in south korea is 19 years old so i guess he's allowed to

pairing : enhypen ( w/o niki ) x gn!reader genre : fluff ( ? ) warning : mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive for heeseung's and jake's part ( minors skip lmao )

l. heeseung . ⁺

heeseung would get really flirty when he's drunk, it was getting late and heeseung and you were alone in your living room. he was looking at you with hooded eyes full on staring at your lips while biting his own. you'd be just babbling on about any drama going on in your life when he suddenly pushed your hair out of your face, tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. your face flushing a deep red at the sudden intimate act. heeseung would lean over close to you, and whisper "you're beautiful" fuck me oops sorry

p. jongseong . ⁺

jongseong gets that drowsy dreamy look in his eyes and that slight smirk on his face. he gets all quiet, just staring at you and each of your little mannerisms. as people started leaving your house as it was getting late, it was only you and jay left and only then did you realize how he was looking at you.

"what are you looking at?" you giggled out, too drunk to take it too seriously.

he took one look at your lips and leaned in,

"can I kiss you?"

s. jaeyun . ⁺

jake gets clingy and all touchy when drunk. once the alcohol takes control, his hands can't stay to himself and are now all over you. he'll keep one of his hands on your lap and the other one on your shoulders. you were now playing truth or dare with your friend group while jake had pulled you over to sit on his lap. he had his arms wrapped around your waist and his head laying on your shoulder.

"you smell good" he whispered as he pressed his nose behind your ear.

"don't ever leave me, please?"

p. sunghoon . ⁺

sunghoon and you would be out with another one of your guy friends. the night had been spent eating and drinking altogether. it was getting late and you were all pretty drunk by now. your friend was taking your wrist, telling you that he could take you home, a smirk on his face. sunghoon sees the look on his face and feels the sudden urge to keep you away from him that night. sunghoon protested your friend's attempts as he grabbed your forearm and brought you close to his chest. your friend too out of it to argue, rolled his eyes and walked away, trying to call a cab.

"y/n? let me call you a cab okay?" sunghoon said to you, slightly amused at seeing your drunken state as you rested your head on his chest.

"y/n..? ahh.. why are you so cute.."

k. sunoo . ⁺

sunoo when drunk has no filter. he's loud and happy. you had invited sunoo over for a drink to celebrate his birthday and within the first few drinks, you were both already pretty tipsy. sunoo had proposed going over to the karaoke place a few buildings down and you couldn't deny the birthday boy so you guys made your way to the place.

once there, you and sunoo had picked one of your favourite songs to sing, as you two started singing your hearts out, sunoo approached you and invited you to dance along to the song with him. as you guys were dancing, sunoo couldn't help but feel overjoyed as the sight of happiness radiating off you. with no warning, sunoo had leaned in and given you a quick kiss on your lips.

y. jungwon . ⁺

jungwon gets all sleepy when he's drunk and seeking affection from his favourite person, you. you were trying to help jungwon get home from a friend's party. you were in the cab together, jungwon had laid his head on your shoulders. the car had come to a stop as you arrived at his apartment. getting jungwon out of the car was definitely a workout. he kept whining, trying to lay his head back on your shoulder to get more sleep.

after a while you had finally made your way inside his home. as you were trying to put him to bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you over him, as he whined,

"don't leaveee, stay here with me tonight?"

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im-yn-suckers · 6 months

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just a small cut

bf riki x gf reader

warnings- reader is said to cut themself :( skip if uncomfy, kisses, hugs, lmk what else

two things, im about 2 weeks clean from sh !! and its mybfs bdayyyy!! im so excited to continue the journey w my baeee

two weeks ago you found yourself on the bathroom floor of your shared apartment, crying. a shard of sharp glass dragged against your skin, creating little slits.

a week later, niki noticed the scar on your arms, 'when did you do this?' "last week" tears filled your eyes, you hurt yourself two weeks prior to his birthday, why, just to draw attention? he didnt care, he cared about your safety

he made you feel loved even when you were down and always made sure you knew he loved you. the day before his birthday came and you went to the store while he was at dance practice.

you went immediately to the craft store and bought some colorful markers and some of that brown craft paper. you bought some cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, and a box for his gift. the next morning you made some breakfast, after sneaking away from the sleepy birthday boy.

he showed up in the kitchen to find the brown craft paper rolled on the table and markers in a mason jar. you set his gift in the middle and placed a letter on top. not noticing your boyfriend walking in the room, you continued cooking. he hugged you, taking you by surprise, and acted like he didnt see the small box.

'happy birthday baby!' you said with excitement. 'thank you'

'here, sit down and eat so you can open your gift.'

he did as you told him to, he sat down, he ate his food and put his plate away. he opened his gift and a polaroid taken this morning of his family.

'whats this?' he asked 'why dont you come with me and see'

you led him by the hand to the door, told him to close his eyes, and signaled for people to come in.

'open!' he stood for s second and recognized his family, his hands rose up to his face 'well, go say hi to them'

he walked to his parents hugging them, with tear rolling down his face. he hugged his sisters next. a few hours later, a movie played and you were in the kitchen prepping a bowl with snacks.

you wanted to make the boys day special, and you did

neway first part is kind of irrelevant but i mean, why not

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKIIIIII, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I HOPE HE HAS A GOOD BIRTHDAY

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makrokosmuss-blog · 7 months

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Cold to the touch

Summary: Bi-Han has you, prisoner of the Lin Kuei, with your back against the wall, wanting nothing in this realm more than your submission and respect. That you defy him again and again somehow pleasures him even more.

Warning: Nothing serious. Some boundary breaking. Two very broad brothers being very territorial. Reader can be either seen as reader or Harumi. Part I Full Story is on Ao3, found here

She was sleeping. Her hair had dried during the night, after it had been soaked through in the rain yesterday. Now it was laying softly around her head and over her cheekbone. Her chest was rising and falling slowly in deep slumber. He could make out traces of dried blood on her ripped undershirt, where his ice had pierced her skin. Watched closely, at the curve of her soft lips. At her eyes, resting closed, long eyelashes fluttered chut against her cheeks.

Smoke and her lay close. The boy even had her Shirt draped over him still. Bi-Han crouched between them, grasping it. The fabric was soft and he could make out it’s faint, sweet smell. It too had dried and warmed by the fire next to them. A fire that was slowly fading off, since his brother had stopped to spurt it on.

Other than those two here, who seemed dead, as silent as they were in their slumber, Kuai Liang was snoring away behind him. Had since he was a child. And it had awfully bothered the older, since he had been a child as well. Just as back then, Bi-Han grimaced at his brother, then turned to the woman again.

His fascination with her was ever growing. To his absolute surprise. He had seen her fight him. She was not just good. But brilliant. A kind of brilliant that frightened him to the core. Having grown up, learning that no one could ever rival the force and might of the Lin Kuei, it was a shock to see her handle his brother like that.

If her Clan had truly trained her, then she must either be too talented to be with them or they would need to be erased before growing in strength further. His eyes were cold as he looked down upon her. But his feelings swirled within him.

He had not ever seen a woman fight like she had. Had envied his brother for facing her in Combat, as he saw their dance, their connection. Even more so as he laid eyes on her. She was as beautiful as fierce to him. Truly a waste to have her sacrificed for the retaliation and submission of her clan. The thoughts in his head ran rampant. Maybe no sacrifice would be necessary. Maybe there were other uses for her.

Without thinking about it much, his mind occupied by thought of war and strategy, he had replaced her shirt, which he had taken from Smoke, over her body. If it was not for the waging war between their clans, he could form an alliance with her. She had the skill, surely. And she was fierce. She was trained in the art of war and strategy, a clever woman. And a beautiful woman, he dreamed again, watching her from up so close. His eyes trailing over each part of her body, spread out before him. They stayed with her face once more. Fascinated, Captivated. Had found the need and curiosity of running his hand through her hair too greatly to withstand then. Without his gloves on, he followed that urge. Touching her cheek, then running over it, tangling into her hairline. Feeling the softness and fullness of it, after it had curled due to the rain yesterday.

And then feeling the sting of her fiery gaze, as her eyes had opened and found him the second he had touched her. It only made him smile. To see her so intense in her disapproval of his touch. Like a cat, woken from her midday rest, she glared at him. Elegant and beautiful and untamed. So much spite in that woman, so much hostility. So much will.

“I’d advise against ever touching me without my consent. Prince of the Lin Kuei.” Her tone was a sleepy mixture of fierceness and whisper. A growl so soft only a woman could produce it. It did things to him. Stirred him in a way that he was not quite sure he was comfortable with. Which in turn made him more prone towards it. He felt his stomach turning at her tone in the best possible way.

“Give your consent then.” He challenged, a grin not hidden in his voice as he watched her getting up and away from him in a way both elegant and distinctly hostile.

Oh did he love that he did not see a hint of fear in her eyes. He would love to break her majestic facade.

He rose from his kneeling form with her. Again towering over her, as she took skillful steps back and away from him.

“Why would you want it? My consent? And to what ends?” When she asked, there was a clear curiosity in her voice and gaze alike. He had asked that himself. Why would he want her? Why was he fascinated by her? He’d found many reasons then. Too above her to list them, he answered in a shrug, following up to her.

Still she did not look scared. Not as she noticed his gaze traveling down her body and not as he fixed it on her eyes again. She was regal looking even, she held her head high, showing defiance rather than Worry over his dominant form.

“I simply admired your hair. And when I want to touch something, I do. Because I can.”, he finally admitted, trying to resolve their strange tension.

He stood close now, after she had stopped to back off. Close enough to touch, although he did behave himself. “Oh. My hair. I see.”, she spoke, her voice seeping with sarcasm. “It’s your skills really. You baffle me. A strange fascination. As if with a Mountain Lion.” It was grand of him to praise. He very rarely did this. And as he did, his hand rising to meet her, he grasped for a strand of her hair once more, letting it run through his fingers, as her eyes watched him closely. No hint of enjoyment of his precious admiration on her part. Rather cold disdain. She did not push him off though.

She spoke softly then, and yet with an edge to her. “You are the first son, the heir to the grandmaster. I am sure Women with more beautiful hair than mine pile at your feet, begging for your appreciation.” He smiled to himself at that. She was clever too. “Maybe I find liking in you because you don’t throw yourself at my feet.”

He watched curiously as she lifted a brow. Frowning at him, before stating: “You will never see me do such a thing, no. Nor will I ever grant permission of touch. So take your hands off me. Bi-Han.” With that she had placed her hand, so tender and soft, against his chest, giving him a solid shove, her eyes staring at him coldly.

A low, rasp growl escaped him. He did not like that at all. Or did he? Nonetheless, he wanted to, needed to show her how to have respect. He would not accept treatment as such. Swiftly he grasped for her shoulders, first pulling her around and then pushing her up hard against the next tree. Pinning her before him.

She winced. Then hissed at the pain and at him, once more reminding him so very much of an elegant and beautiful cat. He did not mind the little pain he caused her. Not when she was showing so little respect toward the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han took a good while to stare her down then. To put her in her place or take his time giving into obscure fantasies, he did not know. She looked so alluring to him. Absolutely devine in his grasp, so close to him. There was a burning warmth growing in his abdomen. He watched her eyes, the shape of her face, the curve of her lips. Lips looking so soft and so full that he could not stop himself and his want to touch them. Without much restraint he let go of her shoulder, cupping her cheek. Watching her closely as he carefully, ever so softly ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Careful and soft were not usual for him. Yet with her...he had no want to hurt her. Or do anything really against her will. But oh - did he want her to want him. To just give in. Just once. She would simply need a push. He was sure of it.

He bowed his head down towards hers, his cold gaze meeting the rebellious glimmer in her eyes. As he came even closer then, closing the gap of inches between them, he had positioned his head aside hers. Her cheek brushed against his, covered by mask, as he whispered to her in a tone that only made him notice how angered and yet pleasantly agitated he was.

“Do you truly think I need Permission? You are my prisoner.” He spoke this in a whispered tone. His voice even deeper than usual. Give in. He hoped, prayed that she would. Surrender to him in the sweetest, softest delightful way.

He was nearly shocked then, as even in such circumstances she did not falter, even a little. Instead of submitting, she did the opposite once more. Her hand resting on his side, grasping at his robes, the other on his cheek, forcefully turning his head toward her, to face her relentlessly fiery stare. In this demonstration of dominance, wanting her to flinch away from him so badly, she had chosen to get him closer. Not an inch separated them now as she looked him straight in his eyes, her voice filled with disdain and challenge as she raspily hissed at him: “You do need my permission. Since you do not have it, you will need to face me for what you want. And believe me i would fight with all my might, since I would rather lay down my life before having my honor tainted by a man as yourself.”

Her hand still grasped his jaw. Having him between her thumb and fingers, squeezing his mask rather harshly to hold him in position. The other still rested on his side. He felt her nails bearing into his skin. Felt the tension rise to endless heights pressed so close to her, still challenged by her, as she continued: “Do you think I don’t know what you are doing, Bi-Han? You have no interest in me. You are much too honorable and reasonable a man to be controlled by your urges. All you want to do is scare me into submission. All you need is my resounding respect and admiration. Let me tell you, Sub-Zero: You will not earn it this way.”

It had been like a punch to the gut that he had felt then. One that stirred his instincts more than any woman ever had. And oh she was wrong about one thing. She did interest him. Greatly. Highly so.

His jaw pressed shut tightly, grinding his teeth, he thought of an answer. Yet before he could speak again, he felt himself being grabbed and forcefully pulled back.

A force so strong he knew the second he had felt it that it could only be one person pulling him from her. And catching himself in his stumbling he glanced up, bearing his teeth at his brother, who was staring him down in anger and more so, burning rage.

Bi-Han was not interested in him. His eyes trailing over her again, instead. Now half covered by the broad frame of Kuai Liang. She was watching him as well. Her gaze and expression still and observing and questioning.

Questioning his intentions maybe. He himself did that. Only wanting her to fear him, to respect him, yet she did not. And then now, there was someone between them, holding him off on more of his testing.

Since neither had spoken a word and the younger had just awoken to the sight of their prisoner pushed up against a tree by him, he was the first to demand an answer. “Bi-Han?” His name in his brothers mouth came out more as a challenging growl than anything else. An enraged symbol of the want for answers, that showed Bi-Han very clearly that he was not the only one interested in you.

@oranoyaora, @soggychocolatewaffles, @genesiswrld, @deadlydivergentgirl

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OMG BELLS REQS ARE OPEN AAAA

literally any kind of Leo x latina reader please cause im just in love with how you write him

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs! ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

pairing: leo valdez x latina!reader warning(s): swearin + gringas this one aint for u pookies ♡♡ a/n: BRO. i had to rewrite this completely twice bcs i kept on forgetting to save it nd it would all delete 😭 also ty girlie ♡

leo valdez, certified loverboy

his lips gotta be surgically detached from you cause damn

this boy loves kissing u

big big fan of u wearing lipgloss/lipstick cause then it gets on his lips nd leaves him all heart eyes

its like his own lil trophy

nd hey it reminds the other girlies that hes taken !! not available !! go find someone else !!

so u best believe u do it w a SMIRK.

best dance partner to ever dance partner

his hands go all over u girl

but that usual firm grip on ur waist omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also does not gaf if he feels like his legs r about to fall off, if u wanna keep dancing then dance he shall

only other people he would dance w are little kids who ask him to ♡

good asf with kids im afraid

he claims that its because their imaginations are still big, hence making it easier for him to actually enjoy having a conversation with them instead of like ... politics ( hes never had a convo about politics )

he so wouldve loved spending time with family if he had the chance :((

he so becomes besties w ur mama tho ♡♡

( if shes mortal ofc )

they instantly clicked when u introduced them to each other :))

ur mom loves how sweet he is nd how much he cares abt you ♡

you left for a second to go to the restroom nd came back to the comadres looking at baby pics

like ?? u left for 2 seconds ??

wdym hes already getting the family chisme shes just met this man ??

its that leo valdez charm or somethin

cause like if ur dads a mortal he also really likes him 😭

ofc hes gotta pull the whole overprotective dad bit first

but once they get talking he slowly gets more comfortable w him :))

he also appreciates how much he cares nd how he puts u first ♡♡

i feel like mortal parents would just care if they treat u right nd are loyal

or maybe they dont nd actually become stricter

....

who knows anyway back to repair boy

THE roses man

his fav flowers

he thinks it romantic its classy and hey who doesnt love a good red rose

he could spend days making you a bunch of metal flowers nd painting them nd make a bouquet

but he gives u a metal flower everyday !!

so u best believe for special occasions he buys u a big ol ramo of roses nd a cute lil plushie or somethin ♡

v cute v cute v that sould be me

u best believe when u move in together

oh yea. ur future is already planned out together

theres always something bomb for dinner

whether its homemade or ordered in, u eat good every night ♡

"but i cant cook!' dw pooks he can !!

he asked ur parent for ur fav homemade meals nd asked them to teach him how they make it :((

best believe u wake up to breakfast made every weekend

nd ofc all he asks for back is kisses ♡

im tellin u. an addict. cannot get enough. its not normal man

youve got a stash of candies in one of ur cabinets for whenever u crave themmm

constantly gotta restock up tho cause they do NOT last

u guys def talk crap in spanish

i mean obviously , who doesnt

but if u desperately need a gossip sesh but r like surrounded by ppl you whip out the spanish ykyk

sigh, i want a leo valdez ♡♡

a/n two: hope u enjoyed !! idk if these r kinda short but tbh im so sleepy nd havent had good sleep at all this week so im ending it here, have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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“ MY GF’S FAMOUS ” — tokyo revenger headcanons ( x fem )

where tokyorev boys s/o is a kpop idol,, female reader,, draken, mikey, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu ,, modern au

— IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG, just thinking abt it always had me thinking of ideas to how they would all have their kpop idol s/o im so glad to finally be writing this <3

warnings;; none I think (hopefully..) most likely bad spelling and a lot of grammar mistakes (not proofread bc it’s late and I’m too sleepy,, hopefully everything is right tho..)

ryuguji ken “draken”

surprisingly he actually knows a thing or two about kpop and idols. Was surprised to see you pop up on tv when he stayed over with Mikey because Emma actually likes ur group. “Woah Ken-chin!! isn’t that [name]??” Draken seriously had to double check to see if it was actually you.

When you actually told him you were a kpop idol he kissed your forehead and said “I know” so proudly. Believe it or not he brags about it to his friends “my girlfriend is a kpop idol, you should stream their music!!”

ALSO he once dragged you along to a party (mitsuyas bday party) and everyone was there, when I tell you hakkai froze and almost fainted at the sight of you. #3 biggest and supporter right there (according to draken) you had to kind of step out for a second with draken before hakkai had a heart attack.

still he was so happy to meet you (his bias btw..) many congratulations and nice to meet you’s from him.

at some point paparazzi actually noticed you with him out on a date (thankfully they didn’t get to snap any pictures) draken dragged you out of the park as fast as he could covering you with his hoodie. he protects you from paparazzi you can’t tell me otherwise <3

BONUS: whenever he hears your songs pop up on the radio (no matter where he is) he turns it all the way up. If anyone is around him he recommends your unit to them. “They’re really good specially [name]!!” (Of course he also looks up to your group members he just likes to brag about you a lot <33)

sano manjiro “mikey”

Once again,, surprisingly knows what kpop is all because of his sister. (I’m telling you Emma is a kpop Stan u can’t tell me otherwise) when he actually gets into your music he’s hooked

He would steal Emma’s photocard collection of you or pretty much anything with your face or name on it. Wouldn’t even feel guilty abt it, not one bit “she’s my gf I think that’s enough explanation!!” “WELL I BOUGHT IT SO ITS MINE” yeah they would both argue until you actually gave Emma new signed merch

MOVIE NIGHTS WITH HIM AND HIS SISTER and many Shinichiro.. you can’t tell me otherwise. You guys would have pop corn and snacks before watching the movie all while having your groups music playing on the background (supportive bf I love him <;3)

He hates paparazzi sm, I feel like he would be really jealous of other people taking pictures of you specially when you’re just trying to have a nice time at some cafe. Anytime paparazzi came to bash you and take pictures with you he would cling onto you and cover you from their view. “Only I should be able to take pictures of you” with a pouty face

You would take him to meet your group members and he would ask for autographs from each of them (to brag to Emma ofc). The dude doesn’t even know their names.. it’s okay tho because he’s now best friends with them!!

He actually stayed on set once you guys were filming an mv for your recently released song. Your group tried to get him to try and learn the dance (he actually made it to the behind the scenes videos which was him dancing with your group)

he reads those [name] x reader fan fictions, hee proud of it actually. Others can keep imagining while he can actually have the real thing, im almost sure he would actually have a fan account just for you.

he 100% goes to your concerts with Emma, you actually reserve him and his sister seats. Most of the time you’re always looking at him when you’re performing. if you send him kisses or winks while you’re dancing he’ll immediately go insane.

he gets backstage privileges. yes he does indeed get that privilege. always congratulated you and your group mates for your amazing performance. is extremely clingy after you guys leave for the hotel you booked. he ends up staying with you because he’s too lazy to drive back to his own house.

BONUS: CUDDLES, the best cuddles you’ve ever received in your life, specially after an exhausting performance. he takes care of you <33 “you did great today”

baji keisuke

he has some idea what kpop or idols are.. the moment you told him he just said “cool” Chifuyu would be the one to explain it to him. Afterwards he would be happy to listen to your songs and even buy your albums

100% convinced his mother would listen to you, idc idc fight me she would. His mother loves you i know she does, the moment you visited baji to meet his mother she cried tears of joy. give this woman free merch SIGNED, dude you would go as far as to take her to your group members so she could meet them all sobs.

once you were tired like really tired since you were coming from endless hours of practice so all you wanted was to spend time with your bf.. you knocked on the door and when he let you in all of his friends were there playing a board game

chifuyu who had begged baji to let him meet you immediately greeted you, bro was fascinated, astonished, flabbergasted to finally see you in flesh and bone. that day you stayed over and played games with them by the end of it you fell asleep. baji tucked you into his bed and afterwards fell asleep hugging you.

HE LOATHES ABSOLUTELY HATES PAPARAZZI. he almost punched one of them once because you were caught completely off guard as they took pictures of you with the flash on. “Piss off cant you see we’re busy??” Most of your fans actually think he’s rude but he’s a sweet guy who just wants to protect his gf <;3

No but fr he would go as far as to break some cameras just so you could have some relaxing time without having to worry about paparazzi. although many attempts have failed because there is abt 100 pictures of you and baji online having dates and picnics.. let’s just say he’s pretty pissed off abt it

baji would 100% teach you how to protect yourself from weird people, pervs and all that stuff. “There’s weird people out there so you need to know how to at least land a punch” you actually ended up sending some perv to the hospital for kicking him where it hurts. baji was proud yet disgusted at how the man even tried to make a move.

BONUS: yk how cats often come into his room, you always take care of them with baji when you stay over. it’s as if the cats were your children and you and baji were their parents.

mitsuya takashi

mitsuya actually listened to your songs even before you started dating. he was quite lucky (as he claims) to have met you that rainy day that you had forgotten your umbrella and he had offered his. “excuse me? here you can use my umbrella if you want” he was so sweet about it “ah, thank you so much I can’t afford my papers getting wet, will you be fine?”

you were surprised he didn’t bash you with questions and asking for an autograph so you guessed he didn’t know who you were. you ended up giving him your personal number so you could return his umbrella. he was shocked when he found out who you actually were,, the rest is pretty much history

his sisters love you, you always make sure to bring them some type of gift before visiting. mitsuya actually tries to get you to not buy them anything because he thinks it’s a lot but cmon now mana and luna deserve love. they wanted your groups albums for Christmas and they got that and more, you got all your group members to record some type of video and greeting they thanked you profusely afterwards

he’s a designer and you are an idol.. guess what that means. HE MAKES YOUR OUTFITS,, he totally does I know it. anytime your group and you come up with a theme for your mvs Mitsuya always offers to make your outfits. you always proudly wear all of his creations,, like for an interview?? red carpet?? music video?? or just an outfit overall Mitsuya is your guy.

paparazzi would be asking you who the designer is and all you have to say is “This is a piece made by my boyfriend, Mitsuya Takashi.. thank you for asking” he gained a few hundred of followers that day.

dates a lot of dates with him whenever you have free time, even tho paparazzi may sometimes ruin it’s okay because there’s a few 20 new pictures of both of you online showing the world how in love u are.

BONUS: movie nights with him and his sisters, it’s pretty much basically just you and Mitsuya since mana and luna always fall asleep on the first 10 minutes of the movie. anyway it’s more time for you and Mitsuya so win win??

matsuno chifuyu

now this little silly he has a whole shelf full of your groups albums, magazines and posters. he listens, streams, quite literally enjoys your music (he stans new jeans and wonder girls you can’t tell me otherwise)

your relationship is pretty much public, all of your fans know who he is. I believe they follow peke j’s Instagram account, (it’s what they love most abt your bf) like his cats account has more followers than his own main acc😭

every time you stay at chifuyu house you always make sure to bring some type of treat for peke j, he absolutely adores you. cuddle peke j and leave chifuyu outside his own bed quite literally

LIBRARY DATES,, you both go to the library to check out/buy manga and other books you may like. you guys have those cute little cafe dates where you guys either spend your time reading or just talking about your day and life

he watches your interviews, AND he was once invited to go into one. like a couple interviews or yk those interviews where couples get cards with questions that only they know abt each other. or just cute games for couples,, yeah those basically. fan base went crazy after that interview dropped

you planned on adopting a cat once so chifuyu recommended some adoption centers. sadly you didn’t end up adopting a cat but you did get a date at a cat cafe so a loss and a win?? “look at this cat!! her name is bee she’s so cute” so many cats surrounded him it was cute <33

he’s neutral abt paparazzi tbh, he just dislikes it when you feel uncomfortable being bashed by so many people at the same time. sadly he can’t do much about them,, but when you’re both out of their sight he treats you to whatever you want a lot of comfort from his part

BONUS: since you’re friends with a lot of other kpop idols you invited chifuyu once to meet some of them. he got to meet a lot of his biases and got a shit ton of autographs and merch,, afterwards he thanked you endlessly,, lots of kisses <33

©asalamis ,, please don’t copy, steal or plagiarize my work in any way, reblogs and likes are appreciated,, hope you enjoyed ty for reading <;3

#miomik #asalamis #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu x reader #x female reader #tokyorev x reader

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1025flora · 5 months

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pinky promise

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FIVE : he's not a boy anymore

extra warnings: definitely not proofread

i got a new app for my twitter parts so if it feels different that's cause it is !!

you dreaded today’s dance practice. on literally any other day, you would be excited and full of anticipation. but today was extremely different due to the glaring fact that hwang hyunjin was your dance partner… for the whole entire school year.

you tried to distract yourself from it and pretend it was just a normal wednesday, a normal dance practice. you’ll go into the studio, you’ll stretch and chat with yeji and chaeryeong, you’ll practice your combos and go home. simple, easy!

you lugged your duffle bag and sleepy self into the fluorescent-lit dance studio, attempting to ignore the pit in your stomach.

“y/n! you made it.” said a bare-faced chaeryeong, walking towards you with a warm smile. “hi chaery. and, barely.” you said, laughing softly. the cherry-headed girl nodded at you, “i know it. let’s stretch together, cool off before we get going.” she took your hand and the two of you traveled across the squeaky vinyl floor.

minutes passed, but it felt like hours. you felt yourself zone out, nothing on your mind at all. the sound of minho’s hands clapping together snapped you out of your head. “okay, team. get together with your pairs and make small talk, because i know some of you aren’t completely comfortable yet.” the brunette man and your eyes met. you glared into them. he gave you a half smile and shrugged.

you sighed, it was time to get over it and face your fears.

before you could even grab your bag, hyunjin was already in front of you. “hey, y/n.”

it’s been five years since you’ve really looked at this boy. well, he’s not a boy anymore. he grew a lot. when he originally left, he was only a couple inches taller than you. but as he stands before you today, you have to raise your head just to meet his eyes. his hair grew a lot, too. to below his ears. his body was different, too. you could tell he’s started going to the gym since he left. he looked very, very good. it almost made you forget your grievances with him. but, nonetheless, you snapped out of your trance and gave him a half-genuine half-annoyed smile. “hi, hyunjin.” you two sat in a painfully awkward silence for almost a whole minute before you broke it, “look, let’s focus on dance right now. we can talk about our personal problems some time later, okay?” hyunjin smiled at that.

he discussed his ideas for a duo choreography and you shared yours. turns out, the two of you have very similar music taste and visions. huh.

a/n i kinda snapped w this one idk..... hope yall liek it

taglist: @miryofshampoo @katsukis1wife @realrintaro @amesification @minhwa @ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal @hyunightt @rockstrhanji@kkamismom12 @tiapatito202278ok @skzstaykatsy

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memoiremunson · 2 years

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Bejeweled - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your loving boyfriend, Eddie Munson, reveals the story behind the ring on his fourth finger and opens up to you about his mom.

A/N: I really love to read people's different interpretations about Eddie's mom and wanted to contribute my ideas! Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,251

Warnings: death, grief, crying, angst, kissing

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You and Eddie were wrapped up in his bed, school clothes strewn across the messy floor of his room. The skin-on-skin contact was a warm welcome after the long, overstimulating day at Hawkins High. The air was filled with a comfortable silence as the two of you listened to the patter of rain on the metal roof. The rain worked as a soft lullaby, a soundtrack to the steady breaths and beating hearts the two of you emitted.

Eddie lay between your legs, large hands finding purchase on the expanse of your back as he wrapped his arms loosely around your frame. Your bare chest cushioned the sleepy boy’s head, allowing him to nuzzle into your sweet aroma. His soft breath against your skin would often be interrupted by the gentle press of his lips.

Meanwhile, your hands worked to thread the knots in his black curls from the course of the school day, ever so slightly grazing your nails over his scalp. You break the stillness of the atmosphere by humming the song that had been stuck in your head all day.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Eddie is able to feel the soft vibrations you emit from your throat at the level of your chest. He imagines the sound rattling around furiously in the cages of your lungs.

“My mom used to love that song.”

You instantly still. You almost missed the words as you brought your humming to a stop. Despite being together for a couple of months, Eddie had never really brought up his mom. It seemed to still be a very sore spot in that tender heart of his.

Wanting to proceed cautiously, you try to think of what to say.

“It’s been stuck in my head all day.” As you say this, you resume your tending to his mane.

He hums in acknowledgment, letting out a sigh.

He then breaks his calm embrace, lifting his head and moving his right hand up to ghost over your face. His knuckles brush the apples of your cheek as his eyes dance across the features of your face before settling on your eyes.

“I love you.” Those three words had terrified him before he met you but here he was opening the wounds he tried so desperately to tie off and conceal.

“I love you, Eds. so much.” You then brought your hand to hover over his.

Eddie then breaks the intense eye contact to press a gentle but firm kiss to yours. It acts as a seal of his deep love for you, a love he felt deep in his bones, sometimes, he felt them physically ache as he watched you laugh or throw him a smile.

You’re the first to break away as your lungs run out of air. Bringing your foreheads together, you rest to fully breathe in the moment. Your fingers then delicately feel the ring that almost never seemed to leave his fourth finger on his hand. He gently pulls his head back to meet the movement of your fiddling with his ring.

He watches, almost transfixed, by the way you run your fingertips over the jewel placed in the middle of the band. His eyes glaze over slightly as he reminisces about the scarce memories he has of his mother.

He parts his swollen lips to speak.

“It used to be hers.” His lip slightly wobbles as his voice goes weak.

“She - uh - it was a family heirloom … reminded her of home … before she ran off with my dad.” You listen intently as he recalls his past.

“Wayne gave it to me … after the funeral. He said that she w-would’ve-uh-” A tear slips out of his eye but you’re quick to catch it, “she would’ve wanted me to have it.”

You can’t help but begin to feel your throat constrict as you watch your 20 year old boyfriend turn into the little boy that was left on the doorstep of Wayne's trailer.

“It’s a beautiful ring, baby.”

He lets out a wet laugh. “Yeah, it is.”

“That song, she uh- used to play it all the time on our record player, she played it until it jumped, and even then she wouldn't stop playing it.” His eyes shine as he recalls the way his mother would laugh and sing and smile at her beautiful baby boy while Elvis’s voice played.

You smile at him, absorbing every detail you could about the wonderful person that brought your Eddie to this world.

His face turns serious again.

“I think that’s … that’s what I miss most about her. Her love for music.”

This revelation slightly surprised you as you had always assumed he got his affinity for musicality from Wayne teaching him guitar when he was younger as a way to bond when he first moved in with him. But this was new, better almost.

“She seemed like a romantic. Like someone else I know.” You poke slight fun at the boy, earning you a smile that showed off his adorable dimples.

You had always suspected that Eddie got his romanticism from a lack of love in his past as a form of trauma. But now, you had realized that it stemmed from his mother. She was the one who had instilled the heart of gold in her son.

Gone too soon, with so much love left to give. Eddie was now able to carry her love on. The thought brings tears to drop down your starry eyes. You feel lucky that you are able to experience the love her son had offered you, now knowing the root of where it came from.

“She would’ve loved you, sweetheart.” This makes your heart drop in the best way possible. It was only so tragic that she wouldn’t be able to tell you herself, but her son’s words would do.

“Oh, Eddie.” Your heart gushes, overwhelmed with how vulnerable he’s being with you and at the sadness of it all.

“Yeah … she definitely would’ve loved you.” You feel your eyes begin to let out more tears before he chuckles lightly, interrupting your flow.

“Ok, ok, enough being sad now,” he said with a lighter air to his tone as he let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, curls bouncing a little, “can you keep playing with my hair and singing?” He asked you with those puppy dog eyes that made you crumble every time, only this time his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy.

“Of course, Eds. Lay back down.”

He got situated back into your arms and laid his head atop your breasts again.

“Thank you for telling me about your mom.”

The swell of his heart began to grow again as he said, “I’m glad I can tell you about her.”

You let the silence drift over the both of you for a moment before resuming your previous activities.

And at that moment, he knew you were the one. Simultaneously, you silently vowed to protect the boy you held so lovingly in your arms. You would fight a million demobats or Jason Carver types before they could touch him. Call it maternal instinct or teenage hormones, but one thing you knew for sure is that you loved Eddie Munson with every inch of your soul and no one could take his precious soul away from you.

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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diefxrguns · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒- PT 1

☞pairings- aot boys x afab!reader

☞synopsis- falling in love with a friend you can't have

☞c/w- sexual themes, , fluff

☞a/n- I'm sort of a new-ish writer so don't mind my spelling or mistakes. Don't share my work on other social media platforms.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

Eren would never tell you how he'd miss spending time with you, so much to the point where he'd have to ask one of the girls to give him daily information about you.

He'd never tell you how he actually admires you, your work ethic, your patience. Your personality was golden, and Eren is so grateful that an amazing woman like you is in his life

Ren would never tell you how he saves all of your newest Instagram posts, your stories too. He has a whole gallery in his phone dedicated to your pretty self. He'd be lying if he said he'd never use them to relief some sexual frustration.

Ren won't ever tell you about the time he beat Reiner up from flirting with you, you weren't around - you went home. But he beat Reiner to a pulp .

Eren won't ever tell you how he loves your company, and the reason he feels so sleepy around you is because you're comforting and you feel like home.

You're his best friend besides Armin, but he'd never tell you how he feels. I the one thing he's scared of- is your rejection.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

Poor Armin feels so lonely and sad without your presence, your warm body next to his as the two of you watch a movie in his room.

He feels so attacked when you go out with your other friends instead of him, he calls you throughout the night only for you to answer the call but loud music playing in the background.

You then send him Vidoes and countless images of you grinding and dancing on some random man.

He feels so hurt and betrayed, you're not dating him. But he really has feelings for you, pent up feelings he's had for the longest time now.

He loves taking random pictures of you the times you two spend together, you don't even know he took one most times.

He treasures them, he even prints them out to keep with him at all times. Just so that Armin can see your pretty face on a pretty picture the size of a Polaroid.

How his hands shake when he asked you about sex for the first time, he was so anxious. Best friend's talk about sex all the time right?

And the Cherry on top of the perfect cake, was how you'd accidentally rub your knee against his growing bulge at sleepovers.

Making him whimper and grip the sheets a little.

Armin would just end up holding you close, his hands around your waist telling your unconscious body how much he wanted to be your husband and how much he really loves you.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

Jean's hands always made their way to your thigh when the two of you sat on his sofa, or went to go eat at a restaurant.

Giving you his jacket as the two of you walked home.

Braiding your hair into a perfect braid before the two of you sleep.

He would even walk in on you butt naked to give you a towel, you weren't afraid of your best friend seeing you naked, but Jean felt like he was going to burst.

Your perfect breasts sitting so pretty with drops of water falling from your wet silky hair onto your boobs and stomach, the water droplet trickling its way down to your pussy.

He noticed every small detail on your body carved by angels, he ended up standing there watching you dry your hair for a minute before leaving the bathroom

Jean would then make his way into the bedroom and run his hands through his thick hair, what the hell was going on? Why did he feel so, so different.

Jean always liked you, but now it was something so much more. His dick poking through his pants and his forehead sweaty from the sight he just saw .

Jean would never dream of making your relationship sexual, due to the fact that he never wanted to end this friendship

But my god, he wanted you badly, he wanted you so fucking badly right now.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

You and Connie were friends with Benefits.

If I'm being frank you two would fuck like wild animals every chance you got with each other.

When you and Connie were out in the mall, his hands made their way to your ass and squeezed it slightly. Or he would kiss your neck passionately, in the bathroom when nobody was there

His hands making their way up your tiny little skirt, rubbing your clit slightly. It was late and by the looks of the bathroom, it had been cleaned already.

He'd take you back to the car and open your door, telling you how fun the movie was.

You just looked into his eyes and he couldn't say a word. Connie was just, just so- so strangely inlove with you for some reason.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

Visiting Levi in the evening to make dinner together.

His hands wrapping themselves around your waist as you stir up the pasta.

Levi wasn't always this touchy- infact it's only until you two started getting close

Levi accompanying you to the mall, so you could buy new bra's and panties.

You two standing at the till waiting for the cashier to ring up the new items. Only for Levi to whisper in your ear

" you'd look so pretty in that white lace, can I see how it looks on your big tits when we get home Y/N"

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LIME SORBET — ch 03 [studio.log]*

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader spends her night in the studio, only to wake up 2 a room filled w alphas who r intrigued by her.

WARNINGS; suggestive!! the gang is horny, visualization of what they want to do to reader, but it's not really explicit

WRD COUNT; 8.4k

NOTES; reader is so cute when she's sleepi + mingi princess fans arise + we see her in a bra like okay girl.. + san is so delulu he got me cryin + woo is an ass man in case u don't get it; the boys get HORNY, like embarrassingly so + absolutely no second proofreading cuz im lazy

TAGLIST; @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie @sugarrush-blush; lmk if you want 2 b added 2!

In the depths of Maddox's abode, nestled within his personal studio, the girl found herself immersed in the world of musical creation. The clock struck 3am, yet time seemed to lose its grasp as she surrendered to her insatiable passion. Six hours had effortlessly slipped by, as if fueled by an unstoppable force of excitement that refused to be tamed.

Within the dimly lit space, her senses were heightened, every fiber of her being attuned to the melody that flowed from her lips and echoed through the soundproof walls. The room hummed with energy, a symphony of musical notes and the intoxicating aroma of freshly brewed coffee and vibrant cans of Red Bull. The fusion of caffeine and adrenaline created a swirling concoction, at times threatening to overwhelm her, yet she reveled in the exhilarating rush it provided. It was as if the very essence of her anticipation had taken flight, dancing on the precipice of euphoria.

With each take, her voice soared, effortlessly embracing the emotions etched within the lyrics. Fatigue attempted to wrap its heavy arms around her, but she stubbornly resisted, fueled by an unwavering determination and an unwavering belief in the music she was creating. Sleep became an inconsequential concept, a distant memory overshadowed by the sheer thrill of her craft.

The studio walls bore witness to her transformation, adorned with discarded drafts and crumpled sheets of paper, testaments to the countless iterations and refining of her art. She was a vessel of creativity, pouring her heart and soul into every syllable, weaving a tapestry of sound and emotion that would soon captivate the world.

As the hours slipped away, her mind swirled with a variety of emotions. Excitement coursed through her veins like a surging electric current, occasionally flirting with the edges of nausea. The very thought of her forthcoming album ascending to new heights sent a rush of adrenaline to her head, causing her heart to beat in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the music. It was a heady mixture, a blend of exhaustion and exhilaration that mingled in the depths of her being.

In the stillness of the night, surrounded by the symphony of her own creation, she became a conduit of artistic expression. The merging of sleep-deprived delirium and boundless passion resulted in a raw, untamed energy that propelled her forward. With each passing moment, she grew more resolute, refusing to surrender to fatigue or doubt. This was her moment, her chance to etch her mark upon the annals of music history.

As the night wore on, and the world outside slumbered, the intimacy of Maddox's modest abode revealed itself. The walls, though not grandiose, seemed to hold secrets within their confines. The space was small, cozy even, and the proximity to Maddox's sleeping quarters made every sound he produced perceptible. Amidst the melodies she crafted, she found solace in the faint symphony of his snores. His rhythmic breaths became a comforting backdrop, grounding her in the reality of their shared creative sanctuary.

'Cause if the water dries up and the moon stops shining

As she poured her heart into the lyrics, a cascade of thoughts and emotions tumbled through her mind. The words she penned held a deep longing, an unspoken desire for a connection that had eluded her. In the depths of her creative sanctuary, she allowed her imagination to roam freely, conjuring up visions of what it might feel like to be truly loved.

Stars fall, and the world goes blind

Memories of past relationships flickered briefly in her mind, wisps of summer love that had faded like distant echoes. They were fleeting encounters, mere glimpses of what could have been. But now, with the pen in her hand and the music in her soul, she yearned for something more profound, something that would transcend the boundaries of time.

Boy, you know I'll be savin' my love for you, for you

Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the ethereal realm of her imagination, letting her thoughts drift towards the three alphas she had met just a week ago. Her mind painted vivid portraits of their potential, each one possessing unique qualities that stirred her curiosity. In this realm of boundless possibilities, she allowed herself to explore the untrodden paths of affection and romance.

'Cause you're the best mistake I've ever made

But as the melodies swirled around her, her shyness began to creep in, shattering the enchantment she had conjured. Her mind swiftly delving into vivid and provocative imagery. In a sudden rush of self-awareness, she tossed her pen aside and removed her headphones, as if needing a physical break from the whirlwind of emotions. Her face, now cupped in her hands, she rubbed away the traces of her daydreams, attempting to chase away the lingering images that had captivated her.

But we hold on, mm, hold on

She knew that these reveries were a temporary escape, a fleeting moment of vulnerability and exploration. Yet, they fueled her artistic expression, infusing her lyrics with a yearning that seemed almost tangible. The lyrics became a mirror of her deepest desires, a plea for honesty and authenticity in love. With each word she crafted, she hoped to find someone who could treat her with tenderness, touch her with intention, and unlock the door to her heart.

There's no pot of gold in the rainbows we chase

In that very moment, as she sat there, her mind whirled with a blend of anticipation, hesitation, and a hint of excitement. She couldn't help but wonder if her words held the power to beckon the love she craved. Her song became an invitation, an open door to a future that existed solely in her dreams.

But we hold on, mm, hold on

With a sigh, she took a deep breath and let the thoughts dissipate, like morning mist evaporating beneath the sun's warm rays. She knew that her journey toward love was just beginning, and these words were her declaration, her manifesto of hope and vulnerability. The pen may have been discarded for now, but the fire within her burned brighter than ever, ready to ignite the flame of love when the time was right.

In the hushed confines of their dorm, bathed in the soft glow of dawn's gentle light, the boys stirred, their sleep interrupted at an unusually early hour. It was all thanks to San, the charismatic force among them, who had roused them from their slumber with unwavering determination.

The previous day, as they lounged together in the comforts of their shared abode, their big-eyed alpha, adorned with a magnetic charm, had caught sight of a story posted by his cherished omega (he claimed her as his omega, unyielding in his conviction, regardless of their limited interaction. Though their connection remained one-sided, he refused to falter in acknowledging her as his own!!). In her endearing shyness, she had requested their social media accounts, an invitation for simple communication that sent a wave of adoration rippling through the alphas. Overwhelmed by her captivating allure, they had almost instinctively wished to whisk her away, to shield her from prying eyes within the sanctuary of their dorm, for fear that others might glimpse the untamed beauty that resided within her.

With their own private accounts, meticulously curated to shield their true identities from all but their trusted inner circle, the three boys ventured into her digital realm. Concealing his true identity, Wooyoung ingeniously employed one of his selcas as his profile picture. Under the pretense of running a Wooyoung fan account, he skillfully masked his own involvement, ensuring that only a select few would recognize his true affiliation. San, donning the visage of Kai from EXO, his own idol, and Hongjoong, his profile pic a simple yet enigmatic all-black image. Each detail meticulously planned to ensure that their presence remained concealed from the wider world.

As San chanced upon her story—a selfie snapped within the familiar confines of Maddox's studio, she accompanied it with a concise caption: "pullin' an all nighter, fighting, 1st album coming soon bb!!!", a cluster of petite emoticons adorned her visage, adding a touch of whimsy to the frame— he sprang to his feet in a whirlwind of excitement, his head narrowly missing a collision with Mingi's chin as he propelled himself forward. The image of her pretty face filled the screen, delicate locks cascading around her visage, while her glasses, whether a fashion statement or an aid to her vision, delicately perched upon her nose, lending her an air of innocence that stirred something profound within San. Unable to resist, he discreetly captured a screenshot, already having crafted a dedicated folder solely for her in his photo app.

Summoning Wooyoung from his place in the living room, San began to passionately recount their newfound opportunity to meet her in person. The trio of alphas, who had previously crossed paths with this captivating omega, yearned for the chance to be in her presence once more. The distance separating them felt like an unbearable chasm, their hearts aching with longing, yet they understood the necessity of patience. Having learned of her recent settlement in South Korea and her contract with KQent, they recognized that she needed time to unwind and find solace after a demanding week.

The remaining members found themselves irresistibly drawn to their uncharacteristically high-pitched squeals, converging in the living room. Some opted to nestle on the floor, forsaking the available seating options. In the midst of the excited pair's animated discussion, Yeosang's dulcet voice, with its unmistakable baritone undertones, gently broke the fervor.

"What's all the excitement about?" he interjected, his words carrying a blend of curiosity and soothing melody.

"Our omega," San exclaimed, unable to contain his glee. His smile widened to such an extent that his eyes involuntarily closed, plunging him momentarily into darkness. Within the fleeting blackout, a vivid image materialized—a radiant smile from her—only to dissipate as he opened his eyes, leaving San flushed with a warm blush. He was obsessed. He blinked, he saw her.

Jongho, ever the skeptic, rolled his eyes at San's exuberance. "Oh my God, not again. Spare me for just a minute, my head is already throbbing," he lamented. The youngest alpha had already glimpsed at her pictures from San's instagram account, having surreptitiously explored the depths of his brother's phone. He sought to put a face to the enigmatic individual captivating San's attention. Even though the pictures were candid, their unpolished charm revealed glimpses of her unadorned life. Jongho couldn't deny her beauty, but his weariness was palpable. San's infatuation was understandable, and Wooyoung's as well, but Hongjoong? It felt like an overwhelming influx of emotions for him. It was just too much. And they never shut up about her!

"Guys, I truly couldn't care less right now. We're waking up at 5am, and we must be at Maddox's place in less than ten minutes. It's an urgency, I feel like I'm gonna die," Wooyoung declared, his arms crossing defiantly over his well-defined chest. The gravity of his words was evident, as he foresaw the reaction of the other alphas who hadn't yet encountered his beloved.

"NAHHHHHH, YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THIN—" Yunho's outburst was abruptly quelled by the eldest alpha's measured intervention.

"Okay."

"Yeah, exactly. Seonghwa, tell him—" Yunho turned to him, an air of bewilderment etched across his face, "What?"

Seonghwa, the composed and sage-like oldest of their pack, emitted a weary sigh as his fingers delicately threaded through his tousled locks. "Okay first, let's all acknowledge that a mate bond is quite intricate when it happens to an already formed pact," he began, his words carrying a profound weight that resonated within each individual present. Hongjoong's all sat them down, as soon as they got home that day, talking about how she could be their destined mate, having spurred the need for this crucial conversation, a topic that demanded their collective attention. San and Wooyoung, their faces alight with uncontainable joy, illuminated the room as they reveled in the tantalizing prospect of the ethereal girl potentially becoming their soulmate.

"Are you not even slightly curious about what she's like? After all, she could be our soulmate—that's a connection far from trivial," Seonghwa concluded, his voice carrying the wisdom of countless ages.

A deep and contemplative silence blanketed the room, as each alpha weighed the implications of his words, even those who had already crossed paths with her. It was clear that surface-level attraction alone would not suffice; a deeper understanding was essential. And so, with resolute determination, they reached a unanimous decision—on the morrow, they would convene to embark on an unforgettable rendezvous with this captivating omega, unmasking the layers that shrouded her essence.

"Hurry up, bro! If you don't open that door, I swear I'll kick it down myself," Woo exclaimed, frustrated by the tremor in his leader's hands preventing the key from entering Kyungmoon's door. Joong was stressed okay?? It had been a week since he met his lovely girl, he needed to take some time to breathe and Wooyoung's high pitched voice wasn't making it easier for him.

Jongho swiftly delivered a sharp slap to the back of Woo's head, reprimanding him for his lack of proper and polite language.

At last, the door swung open. Surprisingly, Yeosang was the first to step inside, forcefully making his way through. He paused in the hallway, taking a deep inhale.

"H-holy shit," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The alluring scent of the omega permeated the apartment. His eyes rolled back momentarily as he dropped to one knee. Being exceptionally sensitive to smell, the euphoric sensation coursing through him was beyond imagination.

"It seems she's asleep," Hongjoong murmured, savoring the tranquil but sharp pheromones that floated gracefully above him. It was a scent he could easily grow accustomed to.

Omega scents differed from those of other biological "genera" such as alphas and betas. Their fragrances were more potent, designed to attract as many potential partners as possible. In the past, it had been one alpha per omega, a long-established tradition. However, the mistreatment and endangerment of the omega species had altered the dynamics. Now, it was an omega for an entire pack, comprising alphas and betas. As time passed, scientists discovered that omega scents grew more concentrated, and their pheromones had a stronger effect on individuals than their predecessors.

Upon presenting, omegas began wearing specialized collars to mitigate the strength of their scent. However, the collars merely served as a display, indicating whether an omega was unmated or not. Mated omegas proudly discarded their collars, showcasing the mark left by their partners.

To address the issue of scent control, omegas learned to subdue and manipulate their pheromones as if it were second nature. Alphas possessed a similar ability, using their own pheromones to demonstrate dominance or provide comfort to a distressed omega. This control was entirely conscious and deliberate, except in moments of extreme emotions or, as one might guess, during sleep.

Yeosang's delicate nose began to bleed, a trickle of crimson staining his upper lip. His eyes dilated to such an extent that the coffee brown hues vanished, replaced by a captivating abyss. Sensing his distress, Seonghwa swiftly positioned himself in front of Yeosang, retrieving a tissue from his pocket. Placing it firmly into Yeosang's trembling hand, he offered a comforting pat on the back before moving past him.

Leaving Yeosang to catch his breath at the entrance, the others knew he would eventually regain composure. They recalled moments when he would become overwhelmed at fan meetings and concerts, the amalgamation of scents triggering debilitating headaches that rendered him unable to function once the events concluded. However, with time, he had grown in both self-control and the utilization of a specialized gel that he carried with him—a tube always at the ready.

After carefully wiping his nose with the tissue provided by his hyung, Yeosang uncapped the tube. Squeezing a generous amount onto his index finger, he proceeded to apply the gel beneath his nose. Settling amidst the abundance of sneakers, he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the lingering essence of her scent to envelop his senses. Though not as potent as before, it still lingered, a tantalizing presence that left a trace on his tongue, reminiscent of a refreshing concoction of freshly squeezed lime and sweet condensed milk on a scorching summer day. And he hadn't even laid eyes on her yet, but the yearning to feel her beneath his fingertips, to taste her lips, was already fervently alive within him.

Leaning his head against the adjacent wall, Yeosang attempted to suppress the torrent of thoughts cascading through his mind. How was this even possible? Was this the sensation of having a mate? His cheeks flushed a rosy hue, a thin layer of perspiration forming upon his brow as he fought the overpowering urge to rise, rush to her side, and whisk her away to a world of eternal seclusion.

The vulnerable alpha dreaded the impending moment when his eyes would finally gaze upon her, aware that his self-control would crumble in an instant. He needed to regain his composure swiftly. Clasping his head in his hands, he tightened his grip on his hair, silently growling at himself for the inevitable embarrassment he believed awaited him in her presence. Awkwardness plagued him when meeting new people, an innate characteristic he couldn't help but succumb to. Now, envisioning the sweet, enchanting omega who had captivated his senses with her unbeknownst allure, he found himself on his knees for her even before her awakening.

Unable to bear the weight of her presence, he rose to his feet and deliberately veered left, contrary to the path his pack brothers took. He made his way towards Kyungmoon's location, deciding that focusing on the task of rousing his slumbering friend was a far more productive pursuit than wallowing in overthinking within the confines of the bathroom. The mere thought of clawing at the door for even a second of her attention seemed inconsequential in comparison.

"Wait Joong-ah don't wake her up yet, I wanna take a pic," Wooyoung whispered sharply, his words resonating within the intimate connection of their pack's shared mind.

"What the fuck Woo that's so weird," San grumbled, feeling an undeniable urge to retrieve his phone and do the exact same thing as his brother. Sure, he had taken a screenshot of her story, but she had posted it willingly, and she even requested his Instagram account! It was as if she knew he would come across her story and find her utterly adorable. Perhaps she had intended to send him the picture privately but hesitated out of shyness. In the grand scheme of things, taking a screenshot of her story didn't seem like such a significant transgression.

"San in his delulu era," Yunho chuckled, his laughter reverberating through the backchannels of their shared connection. San blushed, realizing that he hadn't closed the pack link before indulging in his overthinking. He whined and pouted at his older brother, grumbling about how he knew nothing and that he shared a profound connection with the slumbering omega in the room that none of them could possibly comprehend.

Approaching her with utmost gentleness, San took in the sight of her petite figure draped in an oversized black ESSENTIALS hoodie. The soft fabric of the hood cradled her bangs delicately, accentuating her endearing presence.

San's eyes lingered on the ethereal beauty that graced his sight. Her delicate features, bathed in the soft glow of morning light, seemed to possess an otherworldly radiance. Her flawless complexion was akin to the finest piece of glass, adorned with a natural flush of warmth that accentuated her captivating charm.

A cascade of silken tresses framed her face, tumbling in gentle waves that danced with each breath she took. The strands, so dark, like a moonless night, glimmered softly. They caressed her cheeks in a tender embrace, further enhancing the angelic grace that she embodied.

But it was her smile, that tender curve of her lips, that bewitched San the most. It was a smile that spoke of innocence, of genuine happiness found in the simplest of moments, such as the dream she must have been in at the moment. A smile so small yet so impactful.

As San's gaze intensified, he became acutely aware of her scent, a delicate and intoxicating fragrance that filled the air around her. It was a scent that captivated the senses, a symphony of citrus notes intertwined with a hint of warmth and sweetness. The gentle waft of her pheromones mingled with the morning breeze, leaving a trail of enchantment that lingered in the room.

The other alphas present in the room found themselves in a state of awe and disbelief. They were stunned by the sheer beauty before them, unable to comprehend how someone could possess such breathtaking allure. The collective breaths in the room seemed to catch, as if the air itself was held captive by her presence.

They couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort as they observed her slumbering form, tightly wedged in front of the studio equipment. A wave of concern washed over their hearts, causing a sense of unease to settle within them. How had she ended up sleeping in such an uncomfortable position? It was evident that she had been working tirelessly, pushing herself beyond her limits. Their poor little omega, not even a day in, and she was already overworking herself.

The sight of her cramped posture tugged at their heartstrings, fueling a deep sense of protectiveness within the alphas. They exchanged worried glances, their brows furrowed with genuine care. This was not how they had envisioned her first day, and they couldn't bear the thought of her sacrificing her well-being for the sake of her goals.

Gently, they tiptoed closer, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Soft whispers filled the air as they debated on the best course of action. Should they wake her and offer her a more comfortable place to rest? Or should they let her sleep, knowing that she needed the rest?

San gently shook her shoulder, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The sensation coursed from the point where their skin made contact, making his knees weaken momentarily. "Bunny, wake up," he whispered, his voice filled with affection and longing. Crouching down before her, he softly nudged her crossed arms on her chest with his nose, yearning to rouse her from her slumber but careful not to be rough with her delicate form.

As his nose brushed against the black fabric of her hoodie, a low growl rumbled deep within San's chest. The others turned to him, their confusion evident in their faces, their bodies poised to react if they sensed any danger or harm befalling their omega. The only fear that gripped their hearts was the possibility of her being injured.

"What is it?" the leader asked impatiently, his gaze fixed on San, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in the usually gentle alpha's demeanor.

"Her scent is so overwhelming, I didn't notice the other man's scent on her," San snarled, his voice laced with possessiveness and anger. The room grew heavy with tension, and a nauseating feeling settled upon the others. Their little omega, in the embrace of another? It was unfathomable, a concept they refused to entertain, for it threatened to shatter the fragile equilibrium within their pack. The surge of jealousy and anger fueled their pheromones, causing the air to be saturated with an intense energy, growls echoing throughout the room.

"Oh calm down, I gave her my hoodie, after all those years, I'd think you'd recognize my scent," a familiar voice chimed in lazily. Maddox entered the studio, his presence diffusing the mounting tension. He yawned and stretched, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

The room breathed a collective sigh of relief as the tension dissipated, making way for a blush to color the alphas' cheeks. Their omega remained blissfully unaware, still peacefully asleep. "You guys imprint on her already or what" Maddox yawned again, this time covering his mouth with his hand, his gaze drifting to the MacBook resting next to San on the table.

San, feeling thoroughly embarrassed by his earlier outburst, turned his attention back to his omega, determined to wake her gently without further disturbing the delicate balance within the pack. However, Maddox interjected, his focus still fixed on the files the omega had been working on the night before. "That won't work," he muttered, his eyes scanning the digital pages. "She sleeps like she's in a damn coma. You need to use that big alpha voice to wake her up. I remember only her father's voice could actually rouse her for school." A nostalgic smile played upon Maddox's lips as he recalled the image of the formidable alpha attempting to wake his soft daughter with the utmost care, eventually resigning himself to growls and stern commands.

The rest of the pack chose to overlook Maddox's uncanny knowledge about her, realizing they had already embarrassed themselves enough. Yunho spoke up, his voice gentle yet firm. "We can't do that. It's disrespectful to her if we use that voice without her consent." He understood the power alphas possessed, the ability to command any omega with a certain tone of their voice. Some alphas saw it as natural and didn't hesitate to employ it for various purposes, but the younger generation recognized the discomfort it could cause an omega and refrained from using it without their agreement.

Maddox grumbled in frustration, closing the multitude of pages she had opened. "Cute, but I really need her to wake the fuck up. I have so many questions about what she did," he grumbled, a tinge of exasperation in his voice. "How many songs did she record yesterday? What the fuck..."

Realizing that none of the alphas had budged from their positions, Maddox turned to them, his expression deadpan. "It's either that, or I throw her off the damn chair," he stated flatly. A low snarl inadvertently escaped the youngest alphas' mouth, resulting in a swift slap from the elder pack members. Kyungmoon, being older than them all, demanded their respect, and they were quick to comply.

Rolling his eyes, Kyungmoon approached her chair. As soon as San caught sight of his movement, he instinctively tightened his embrace around his beloved omega, enveloping her baggy jeans-clad thighs with his massive arms, as if shielding her from any harm. With a frustrated huff, Mingi stepped forward, gently nudging Maddox aside.

Bending down to be at eye level with her, Mingi hesitated for a moment before parting his lips, a firm yet tender command slipping from his mouth. "'Mega, wake up."

At the sound of his voice, tinged with a hint of authority, the adorable omega finally blinked her eyes open, still groggy from her meager three hours of sleep. Mingi's face was so close to hers that she could feel his minty breath against her skin. She locked eyes with him, her own still halfway closed, and with a radiant smile, she murmured, "Princess," before drifting back into slumber, soft snores escaping her lips.

Mingi found himself overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, his heart pounding so fiercely that it felt as if it might burst from his chest. Every fiber of his being trembled, and his cheeks burned with an intense blush that seemed to consume him entirely. He stumbled out of the room, his mind in a haze, unable to form coherent words. In the pack link, his thoughts raced, replaying the precious moment when she had gazed at him with such tenderness, her doe-like eyes filled with affection, as she whispered his nickname. The intensity of his feelings was so potent that it felt as if he could spontaneously combust from the sheer weight of his emotions. Mingi now understood the profound infatuation his pack brothers harbored for her. She had an undeniable power over them, and he realized with both joy and trepidation that she would undoubtedly be the cause of his eventual downfall.

As Mingi stumbled out of the room, his face flushed with embarrassment and his heart in disarray, Maddox turned to the other alphas, only to notice that they were all equally affected by the endearing moment they had just witnessed. Yunho and Seonghwa had their hands pressed against their faces, their fingers trembling with the sheer adorableness that had unfolded before them. San buried his face in the omega's thighs, his ears and the back of his neck turning a vibrant shade of pink, betraying his own overwhelmed emotions. Wooyoung and Jongho averted their gazes to the ceiling, trying to distract themselves from replaying the scene repeatedly in their minds, though a small, subtle smile played on the youngest alphas' lips. Hongjoong sat on the couch, seemingly unfazed as he lazily scratched the nail polish on his pinky, but Kyungmoon, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in the leader's pants. Maddox, taken aback by the sight, accidentally spit out the water he had been drinking, managing to turn away just in time to avoid drenching the electronic devices, but unfortunately showering the poor omega in the process.

The room erupted with the omega's whines, her voice piercing through the previously silent atmosphere as the cold water splashed against her skin, instantly capturing the attention of every alpha present. Their hearts ached at the sound of her distress, their protective instincts urging them to offer comfort and reassurance. Their alpha instincts compelling them to provide solace and make things right.

"What the fuck, Maddox?" she wailed, her frustration evident. "Can't even sleep properly in this damn house."

Standing up and shaking off San, she didn't his lingering grip on her sleeping form, her focus solely fixed on Kyungmoon, her expression a mix of annoyance and desperation. She swiftly removed her hoodie, leaving her clad only in her bra and jeans, oblivious to the way every pair of eyes followed her every move, their gazes locked on her with a mix of surprise and raw need.

The emotional rollercoaster they just went through had been like no other. First the jealousy, then how she was adorable, and lastly pure horniness.

The curve of her stomach, gliding effortlessly from under the confines of her bra, ensnared the attention of Hongjoong, the esteemed leading alpha of the room. His experienced eyes, like a connoisseur of beauty, were drawn to the elegant contour that beckoned his gaze. The delicate lace of her undergarment, while intended to provide a sense of allure and sophistication, unintentionally exacerbated his already heightened state of arousal.

A twinge of discomfort gnawed at Hongjoong as he struggled to find a more suitable position, seeking respite from the undeniable physical reaction that her captivating form had stirred within him. With meticulous care, he shifted his weight, his eyes never straying from her mesmerizing figure. Yet, try as he might, the discreet adjustments failed to provide the relief he so desperately sought.

In a valiant effort to compose himself, Hongjoong focused on the intricate details of the room, mentally recounting the soothing hues of the decor and the subtle patterns etched into the furniture. However, the tantalizing presence of the omega before him proved too formidable a distraction, commanding his attention with an unwavering grip. He found himself caught in a precarious balancing act, yearning to sate his desires while mindful of the propriety demanded by the situation.

The enchanting sight of small moles adorning her soft skin captivated Seonghwa's discerning gaze, weaving a spell that rendered him momentarily breathless. Each tiny mark seemed to possess its own unique story, an intimate secret shared only by her and the heavens above. His yearning to explore those delicate spots with tender kisses overwhelmed him, imagining the intoxicating sensation of his lips brushing against the canvas of her skin.

In his mind's eye, Seonghwa envisioned a gentle dance of affection, as he traced the path of those enticing moles, leaving a trail of feather-light pecks in their wake. He could almost taste the sweetness that lingered on her flesh, relishing the imagined flavor that would be unveiled with each loving touch. Imagining the soft strokes of his omega's fingers gently caressing his hair, he reveled in the anticipation of the tingling sensations that would ripple through his scalp, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Yunho's attention was drawn to the striking contrast between his own veiny and robust hands and the delicate frame of the omega standing before him. In that moment, he couldn't help but imagine the possibilities of their union, envisioning the way his substantial hands would envelope her waist with a possessive grip, his fingers seamlessly finding their place in the contours of her perfect love handles.

His mind became a canvas of fantasies as he pictured himself leaving trails of electrifying sensations in his wake, exploring the territory of her body with a blend of strength and tenderness. Yunho recognized the power he held, knowing that his size and stature were capable of delivering overwhelming pleasure, yet he remained acutely aware of the need for care and respect in his actions.

In his musings, Yunho marveled at the way her petite form seemed to fit flawlessly against his own, as if their bodies were destined to intertwine in a passionate embrace. The thought of their connection, of his hands guiding her and igniting a symphony of pleasure, stirred a fire within him that burned with both intensity and reverence.

In a moment that transcended the boundaries of mere perception, San was struck by an electrifying realization that sent shivers cascading right through his very dick. The delicate tapestry of her soft and innocent aura, an ethereal essence that had captivated him since their first encounter, now bore a captivating mark of temptation—a seductive black lace bra that adorned her form with a beguiling allure. It was a revelation that set his heart ablaze, igniting a torrent of desire that coursed through his veins with an irresistible intensity.

As his gaze lingered upon the intricate details of her lingerie, a mix of sensations and emotions unraveled within San's psyche. The contrast between her angelic visage and the provocative undergarment created a mesmerizing dichotomy, a collision of purity and seduction that stirred a primal yearning within him. The soft caress of lace against her supple skin seemed to beckon him closer, inviting him to uncover the secrets concealed beneath those delicate layers.

With each passing second, San's fascination deepened, propelling him into a realm of uncharted desires. He yearned not only to explore the physical contours of her body, but to embark upon an intimate odyssey, delving into the recesses of her mind to unearth the forbidden thoughts that lay dormant. Like a moth drawn inexorably to the flame, he longed to unravel the enigma she embodied, to partake in a journey of discovery that would leave no hidden desire unexplored.

Wooyoung was spellbound, unable to tear his eyes away as the oversized hoodie slipped off her slender frame, unveiling a breathtaking sight. The subtle arch of her back, accentuated by the fabric that clung to her every curve, left him in a state of awe. It was as though her very presence commanded attention, demanding admiration for the sheer elegance she exuded.

The allure of her figure, embraced by the snug embrace of her jeans, stirred a deep desire within Wooyoung. The contours of her backside, a tantalizing glimpse of sensuality, held an irresistible appeal that he couldn't resist. With each movement, she seemed to glide effortlessly, casting a hypnotic spell on anyone who had the privilege of witnessing her graceful presence. Wooyoung found himself rendered speechless, his eyes fixated on her, as he yearned to explore the depths of her enigmatic allure.

In that suspended moment, the world faded into insignificance for Wooyoung. He was completely consumed by her magnetic charm, unable to resist the pull she exerted over him. The urge to reach out, to trace his fingers along the contours that beckoned him, surged through him with an undeniable intensity. It was a silent plea, a longing to unravel the mysteries hidden within her captivating form.

Jongho stood in the corner, his eyes transfixed on her collarbones, captivated by their delicate prominence. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he imagined marking her skin with tender love bites, leaving an indelible imprint of their passionate connection. Her collarbones, a testament to vulnerability and strength, held an irresistible allure for Jongho, who yearned to leave his mark on her like an artist etching his masterpiece.

As he observed her, his mind painted vivid images of their intertwined bodies, fueled by a primal desire to possess and protect. Jongho's fingers twitched with an unconscious longing to explore every inch of her, to trace the contours of her skin and map the pathways that would lead them both to untold heights of ecstasy. He imagined the intoxicating scent of their mingled sweat, the rhythm of their breaths syncing in a symphony of desire.

Jongho's gaze, intense and unwavering, revealed his unspoken intentions. The fire within him burned bright, threatening to consume everything in its path. He yearned to be her sanctuary, the one who could unlock the depths of her desires, and together they would traverse a journey of untamed passion. In his mind, he had already claimed her, and with each beat of his heart, the intensity of his longing grew stronger, leaving him unable to resist the primal call that reverberated through his veins.

Their momentary thoughts were abruptly interrupted as she turned towards Maddox, her expression filled with annoyance, and flung his damp hoodie at him. "You're such a cunt!" she pouted, her dissatisfaction with her own attire apparent. "Give me one of your t-shirts. I don't want to wear my corset. It's uncomfortable, and I still want to sleep," she declared, her eyes fluttering open and closed, evidence that she hadn't completely shaken off her sleepiness. The boys, momentarily distracted from their wandering thoughts, found themselves savoring the sweetness of the moment, allowing themselves to imagine a scenario where she would come to them, begging for a shirt.

Just as Maddox was about to suggest that she take one of his own, his gaze met Hongjoong's, positioned just behind her. Maddox, being older than Hongjoong, knew it and held him in high regard, respecting him as a perfect colleague. Yet, he couldn't deny the effect of the rapper's lingering stare, which left him feeling somewhat uneasy. Recognizing the biological underpinnings of such a reaction, given his alpha nature, Maddox tried to brush it off with a sigh. "Stop taking my clothes, they reek of your scent. Go ask someone else," he lied, offering an exaggerated eye-roll, assuring the omega standing before him that he wasn't entirely serious but allowing her to believe there was a kernel of truth to his words.

She tilted her head and stared at him, her confusion evident. "Who else?" she inquired. Just as she finished her question, Yunho gently touched her shoulder, stepping forward to retrieve his hoodie from the lower front of his chest, revealing a black t-shirt that made his milky collarbones shimmer against the silver chain adorning them. If the omega had been well-rested, she would have blushed uncontrollably, her heart racing within her chest. However, exhaustion had claimed her, and she simply accepted the hoodie from his outstretched hands, her fingertips grazing his longer ones, causing a faint shiver to run through him. She offered a soft bow before turning towards the door. Just as she was about to depart, she glanced back at the room and inquired about the time. "It's 7:36 am," San cheerfully chimed in. She nodded and directed her gaze to Maddox. "Wake me up in 30 minutes. I'll be in your bed."

With the tall alpha's hoodie in her grasp, she made her way down the hallway, heading towards his room. Along the way, a thought crossed her mind to stop by the kitchen, which was conveniently adjacent to the room. As she ventured forward, the soft glow of daylight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm radiance throughout the space. Eager to don the borrowed garment, she began pulling it over her head, only to find it stubbornly clinging to her neck, momentarily obscuring her vision. Undeterred, she continued to tug at the fabric, inadvertently veering off course.

In her haste to envelop herself in the hoodie's comforting embrace, she struggled momentarily, the fabric refusing to yield, momentarily obscuring her vision. Undeterred by this minor setback, she persisted, unaware of the subtle shift in her surroundings. Lost in a drowsy haze, she collided unexpectedly with an unfamiliar obstacle—a solid wall that seemed out of place in her mental map of the house. Confusion clouded her fatigued mind as she fumbled for an exit, desperate to find her bearings.

But before she could make further progress, her hands were gently seized by another, guiding her with practiced ease. Startled, she raised her gaze and found herself locked in the enigmatic eyes of Mingi, his expression unreadable. Intimidated by his presence, she hurriedly offered her apologies, expressing gratitude with a respectful bow, and swiftly made her way to Maddox's inviting bed. As she glanced down at her petite frame swallowed by the oversized hoodie, she realized it cascaded down to her knees, enveloping her like a protective cocoon. Anticipating the comforting solace that awaited her beneath the covers, she resolved to shed her confining jeans, unaware of the two sharp intakes of breath behind her. With a haphazard pull of the zipper and a deft maneuver of her legs, she discarded the denim, allowing it to fall away as she gracefully slipped into the plush sanctuary of the bed. And there, in the soft embrace of warmth and dreams, she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber.

She stirred from her peaceful slumber, roused by the melodious strains of music that filled the air. Blinking her eyes open, she found herself in a state of half-consciousness, still tethered to the realm of dreams. The melodic notes wafted through the room, their gentle vibrations resonating within her soul, beckoning her to awaken fully.

As she gradually shook off the remnants of sleep, her senses heightened, and she recognized the familiar tunes that now danced around her. It was the unmistakable sound of the last song she recorded the day before. Each note and lyric seemed to caress her being, whispering promises of inspiration.

Eager to immerse herself in the enchantment of the music, she cast off the drowsiness that clung to her like a fleeting memory. With a sense of renewed vitality coursing through her veins, she reached for her phone, hoping to catch a glimpse of the time that had conspired against her precious sleep. The digits illuminated the screen with a damning truth—9:04 am—an unwelcome reminder of the hour she had been robbed of.

Oh this fucker.

Indignant at the intrusion of her slumber, she snatched the pillow she had rested upon and sat up, her gaze scanning the room for her unwitting accomplice in this temporal crime. To her right, amidst the symphony of sizzling pans and culinary artistry, she spied Wooyoung and Seonghwa, their culinary passions interwoven with a graceful dance. Further down, Jongho and Yeosang engaged in a hushed exchange, their words cloaked in mystery. Oblivious to her presence, they sat at a regal marble table, absorbed in their discourse. San and Yunho, on the other hand, found solace in the digital realm, their camaraderie evident as they maneuvered through virtual landscapes, softly nudging each other, wishing the other to lose. Meanwhile, Hongjoong and Mingi, tethered by the ethereal notes streaming through their AirPods, bobbed their heads in perfect synchrony, their attention fixated on the music that enveloped their senses, coming out of the familiar MacBook Pro.

Behind the rappers, Maddox remained captivated by the luminous glow emanating from the computer screen. With both hands planted firmly on the armrests of the couch, his gaze traced an enigmatic pattern, his thoughts ensnared by the digital world unfolding before him. The flickering images danced across his vision, weaving a tapestry of intrigue and inspiration.

A feral growl rumbled deep within her chest, a primal instinct urging her to unleash her frustration. Gripping the pillow tightly in her hand, she channeled her pent-up energy into a swift and powerful motion, hurling it with all her might toward Kyungmoon. The cushioned projectile soared through the air, guided by a vengeful determination, until it found its mark with unerring precision.

The impact was swift and resounding—a perfect headshot. Kyungmoon's eyes widened in surprise as the pillow collided with his unsuspecting form. Feathered wisps danced in the air, suspended for a brief moment, before gracefully floating downward like ethereal confetti. The room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of the strike reverberating in the space.

A chorus of laughter erupted, a melodic symphony of amusement and camaraderie. The men turned their attention to the impulsive assailant, their eyes gleaming with mischief and mirth. The omega, a glint in her eyes, relished in the spontaneous act of rebellion, savoring the taste of victory. Her lips curled into a playful smile, her spirit emboldened by the cathartic release.

A melodious chirp of delight escaped the young singer's lips, an innocent and joyous sound that pierced through the air, captivating the attention of all the men in the room. Their eyes turned towards her, their senses heightened, as if drawn to the magnetic pull of her presence. Unbeknownst to her, a heady cocktail of pheromones began to waft from her, subtly stirring the primal instincts of the alphas in the room.

In response to her joyful exclamation, a deep rumble resonated in the space, a contented sound that slipped from the alpha's throats. It went unnoticed by the omega, its significance lost in the flurry of activity. Yet, it held a primal meaning, an unspoken declaration of satisfaction and possessiveness.

Within that moment, a delicate dance of instinct and desire unfolded, unseen and unspoken. The room became an arena of subtle exchanges, a microcosm where primal connections and magnetic forces intertwined. Their gazes lingered a moment longer, their hearts quickening ever so slightly, attuned to the unspoken language that pulsed beneath the surface.

Maddox rose from the floor, his hand gingerly massaging the spot on his head where the pillow had made contact. His disheveled hair stood as a testament to the force of the blow, yet a mischievous glimmer danced in his eyes, undeterred by the playful aggression. "What the fuck was that for, you bitch?" he exclaimed, his tone laced with mock indignation.

Unfazed by his theatrical response, she met his challenge head-on, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. "That's for not waking me up, you dick," she retorted, her voice laced with a playful edge. Her tongue darted out in a teasing gesture, a playful taunt that showcased her feisty spirit. "I need to finish what I was working on," she added, her determination shining through her words.

Maddox, still rubbing the sore spot on his head, protested in defense of his failed wake-up attempt. "I tried waking you up, he—" he pointed accusingly at the leader with a mix of exasperation and amusement. Hongjoong, his smile soft and eyes brimming with adoration, watched the playful exchange unfold. His intervention had allowed her precious sleep to continue undisturbed, a decision that Maddox now found himself at odds with. "He forced me to let you sleep more," Maddox explained, his voice tinged with alarm.

The omega's gaze shifted toward Hongjoong, her eyes narrowing playfully at the leader who had orchestrated her extended slumber. His expression betrayed the depth of his affection, the love that radiated from his being. The mischievous spark in her eyes intensified, and she playfully tilted her head. "If you need to throw a fucking pillow, don't hit me," Maddox urged, his voice filled with a mix of jest and mock seriousness. "Aim the weapon at him!" he added, gesturing towards Hongjoong.

As the playful banter continued to unfold, Hongjoong found himself captivated by the sight before him. His gaze lingered on his beloved omega, devoid of makeup, with faint traces of fatigue evident in her puffy eyes and disheveled lips. Strands of hair cascaded around her, reaching toward the ceiling as if attempting to touch the heavens themselves. In that moment, the world around him faded into a blur, and he became lost in the depths of her soulful gaze.

His heart quickened its pace, the rhythm echoing in his ears as if keeping time with his racing thoughts. The intensity of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Her radiant smile, a beacon of warmth and affection, sent a jolt through his being. It was a single moment, a fleeting exchange of unspoken devotion, yet it held the power to still his very breath.

The words of the moody beta went unheard, his attention solely fixated on the enchanting presence of his precious girl.

Her laughter filled the room, a melodic symphony that danced through the air. "Well, if it's the leader, I can't complain, can I?" she playfully remarked, her voice laced with affection and mirth. With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she let herself fall back onto the soft bed, the impact causing a satisfying thud.

Hongjoong, caught in the rapture of her infectious laughter, felt his heart swell with adoration. The intensity of his emotions threatened to consume him, and he needed an outlet to release the overwhelming surge of feelings that coursed through his veins. Excusing himself with a faint smile, he retreated to the sanctuary of the soundproof studio.

Inside the secluded confines of the studio, Hongjoong closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.

#lime sorbet #ateez #x reader #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #san #wooyoung #jongho #poly #reverse harem #fluff #omegaverse #soulmate #suggestive

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Hi! Firstly, my eng is still a size of a dino from that one google offline game, pls bear w me!

Can you do headcanons of Leona x fem!reader about the reader participating on random event (you choose) at NRC that she performs a cover dance? I'm not entirely a Kpop fan but one underrated girl group called Secret Number caught my attention so much (also you should check them out!). Can you pls make her covers one of their songs called "Doomchita"? I'M OBSESSED.

Also you can choose whether she had her own group of friends to join or just alone- then again this is boys school, is that even possible? lol sorry.

Thank you for your time! Sorry I accidentally make this too long.😭👍🏻

This was a tricky request since I don't really listen to k-pop,but I tried , alright?

Genre: Fluff, imagine

Doomchita

It was interesting to say, how most boys from NRC were excited for the performance that was about to take place tonight.

It's been planned for quite a while.

From what he heard,a few groups of girls will perform here,maybe if Leona would have paid more attention he would've known more,but he just didn't bother.

Ruggie was the one who told the older lion about the event,who knows ,maybe he'd be interested.

After all not every day does the night raven college allow girls to join them,even for a night.

This is mostly why Leona chose to come to this Event. And for the food ,of course.

The lights go off,and the song begins,the loud music echoing in the dark,huge room.

From the dark lighting,6 girls emerge. Each dressed with an eye taking outfit. The spot light focusing on them as the dance begins.

Leona chuckled quietly when he glanced around the room at the other students.

Most of them had their jaws hanging,it's amusing to see how thirsty those teenage students can be.

His yellowish brown eyes dart back at the stage,not particularly liking the loud music,but enjoying the view of the group of dancers.

One of them, a h/c was the lead singer.

Leona decided he particularly liked this girl. His eyes followed her every move as she danced in sink with friends.

Leona,seated in the front row watched as the lights changed colours once the beat fell.

He must admit,the strident colored lights fell on your face so perfectly, almost as perfect as your dance moves.

The song ends, the group of girls now taking a final position to fit the coregraphy.

That was something, oh and , Ruggie watched as Leona stared at a particular girl, the hyena himself was interested in what his dorm leader was about to do.

Once your performance was over another group took place on the stage,but you didn't bother to stick around.

Leona noticed, and decided to join you outside,it wouldn't be a bad idea to strike a conversation with you.

You yawned, stretching your arms out. This has been quite the show,and you want to go back to bed now.

"Someone's tired." A new voice disrupts the comfortable silence.

You laugh quietly, "It's been a pretty long day," you smile ,looking at the boy who appeared almost out of thin air, "So yeah,I'm quite tired." Saying that ,you resist another yawn.

Of course Leona sees that. He chuckles, shaking his head amused.

"So why'd you come here?" The two of you start quietly walking,not even realizing yet.

"I mean,I like what I'm doing. Me and my friends dream of becoming something,it may sound silly to be honest." You leave out another sighed laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I can see it happening,you didn't do too bad out there." He winks, showing his canines while smiling.

You must admit, this stranger, that's most likely a student here is pretty handsome.

You smile at his words. This boy has his way with words,you'll give him that.

"Thanks,oh ,by the way." Leona's eyes dart back at you, "What's your name?I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier I just got really caught up in the conversation and I'm just sleepy and all."

He smiles , finding you amusing.

The charming stranger gently rises your hand, bringing it to his lips.

His bright lazy eyes stare in yours,

"Leona Kinghscholar." His lips make contact with your hand, bringing warmth and color to your cheeks.

"And you might be?" Leona smiles,letting go of your hand to your disappointment.

"Oh,how rude of me, I'm (Name)." you smile hoping the warmth in your cheeks would fade.

The two of you walk to a bench,not even realizing it until you're in front of it.

Leona sits down, running a hand through his dark brown hair, how's his hair so healthy??

He watches as you sit down, giving enough personal space to both of you.

"So,you study here?" The lion's eyes close, starting to feel tired himself.

"Yep, have been for a while." He shrugs,more curious to know about you.

"What bout you?" One of his eyes lazily opens,resting on your face. He's curious off what you think.

"I study at Witches college for girls,it's not too far from here." You smile,so you study to be a witch hm? A witch pop star,how interesting.

"Is that so? How's it there?" The conversation goes on like this, Leona learning net things about you.

He likes your company,unlike the usual people he surrounds himself with ,you're peaceful to be around.

Leona also shares a few things about himself, you now know he's older than you. From what he told you ,the boy was held back a year or so.

It was nice talking to him, fortunately he doesn't hit on you or watch you like those boys did when they gawked at your performance.

You could get used to this.

I tried,ok?I tried 😔

I also made this an imagine to fit better with the plot,hope you don't mind.

#x reader #reader #twst #twst fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucchi #imagine #twst imagines #x fem reader #fem #fem reader #disney twst #twst wonderland

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madame-fear · 1 year

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*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .ೃ࿐

.·:¨༺ [ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐 | 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ] ༻¨:·.

— summary : (y/n) Velaryon is Lucerys' aunt, Laenor's close cousin, and Vaemond's daughter. Lucerys nurtures a deep love and admiration for her Velaryon way of being, making him fall hard for his aunt, unaware his feelings are mutual. But how will their relationship be shaken when her father tries to claim himself as the true heir of Driftmark? — requested? : yes, by my beloved @faces-ofvenus ♡ — word count : 4.2k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x velaryon! aunt! reader — genre : fluff.

TW | mentions of incest content (aunt-nephew mutual crushing), and some minor cursing.

ೃ⁀➷ Read Chapter One ೃ⁀➷ Read Chapter Two ೃ⁀➷ Read Chapter Three ೃ⁀➷ Read Chapter Fourೃ⁀➷ Read Chapter Five

The blazing sunrays vividly shone through the grand windows of your guest chamber, making you shut your eyes even tighter, and protect yourself from the striking light by sleepily placing a hand in front of your face as to cover it.

The previous night, after returning from the beachside and Arrax's dragonpit with Lucerys, was quite nicely spent with the members of House Targaryen and eating dinner together; one Rhaenyra had especifically prepared as a special welcoming for your arrival to Dragonstone. Though, you had suffered some intense lack of sleep — making the nighthour were you were supposed to be peacefully in a deep slumber be mostly spent by you laying on the bed and staring through the window, and having a full train of thoughts about... a wide variety of things, actually.

Most of them included your concern of the knowledge you had regarding your father, Vaemond, wanting to claim himself as the true heir of Driftmark, rather than Lucerys being the heir, and future Lord. Your father always questioned Lucerys' legitimacy as your cousin's son, and even if deep down you couldn't complain about his doubting, you knew your cousin, Laenor, would've done something if he didn't want Luke to be the next heir to Driftmark's throne; and even if you were absolute certain that your father wouldn't be accepted as the next heir, the possibility of succesfully claiming Driftmark and somehow harming the Velaryon boys frightened you like no other thing did.

As your hand protectively covered your face from the intense sunlight, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your eyelids feeling heavier than you ever felt them. You sat on the bed, and quietly sighed to yourself a bit tired — though, as your eyes scanned your surroundings, your mind reminded to yourself that today was a rather important day for you... and Lucerys, as a fact, as the previous day you agreed with your own fleet to come back to Dragonstone so you could teach Luke about navigation, and help him out with the seasickness you knew he had. And of course, as both of you left Arrax's dragonpit, you informed him about such special moment you'd have together, and he seemed keen about it.

At the thought that you'd get to spend some time by yourselves — and your fleet —, your previous concern and worries rapidly washed away, becoming a smile dancing around your lips, and your heart to pound faster at your chest with a certain anxious excitement, if that was even possible. The overwhelming excitement was able to make your sleepy, groggy self quickly disappear, and made you finally leave your bed, and prepare yourself for the day by, for example: changing your clothing, and brushing and braiding some strands of hair.

Once you were fully prepared for the day, you swiftly opened the grand wooden door, and made your way out of the guest chamber, beginning to walk through the large, grey corridors, occasionally greeting some maidens whom respectfully bowed to you on your stroll through the halls as you searched for your nephew Lucerys. But instead, you encountered Rhaenyra, whom walked through the halls much like you were doing.

“Morning, Nyra.” with a polite smile, you greeted her, receiving the same type of smile. “Morning, my sweet. How was your sleep?” she replied back, lovingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. As honest you wished to be with her — and you knew you could be —, you didn't wish to bother her, or even worse, make her concerned as well with your worries; as she already had her own personal concerns in her life, and you wouldn't possibly want to add another one. You sighed, but remained your kind smile towards her. “I slept excellent, like a baby, almost.” you lied, and Rhaenyra could see you had small dark bags beginning to form under your eyes, but she didn't want to make you uncomfortable asking things that, perhaps, you wouldn't want to respond to — so she simply broadly smiled, and placed your hand behind your back as you both began walking side by side together.

“That makes me joyful to hear, my dear.” as both of you walked together, she spoke softly. “I am aware that today your fleet will be visiting Dragonstone once again so you can sail with Luke, am I correct?” her voice was low and kind as always while she queried, briefly looking into your eyes. In response, you nodded. “You are. And I pressume they'll be here soon.” the previous kind smile that was on your lips when you greeted her appeared once again as you mimicked her actions and placed your hand in her back kindly. Now, it was her who nodded, as she guided you to the dining room.

A soft chuckled escaped her lips. Her eyes glinted with a certain joy at noticing the pretty relationship you both had, even if deep down inside, she suspected there was something more "intense" going on between you two — something that reached beyond simple admiration from Luke to his aunt. “Ah, I am certain he will be thrilled with the sailing. He seemed far more excited when talking about navigating with you than he usually is when we have to sail.” she retorted playfully, causing a light shade of pink form on your cheeks, and chuckle as well at her comment.

“But, before you sail, you have to eat some breakfast, sweet one.” entering the dining room, you observed as the servants finished serving plates with freshly baked breakfast and some fruits in the large wooden table. “The boys already had some and are currently attending High Valyrian lessons with their maester, but you will have enough time to prepare for navigation.” both of you made your way to the table, and you looked at her, nodding in agreement with a kind smile.

After all, she was right. You knew you'd probably have quite a day navigating through the sea waves with Lucerys, and you had to be well prepared to have such a nicely spent moment with him.

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A short while after you both finished breakfast, you were able to greet a good morning to both boys quite joyfully, and help Luke prepare himself for sailing with you. Of course, he was a bit nervous, but it was needless to say he was more than keen and willing to navigate across the tides with you. About an hour and a half or so, the guards had informed Rhaenyra that large, notoriously Velaryon ship had moored outside the castle, which was your sign to leave to your short travel.

As you got all left the castle and got on the ship, you introduced Luke to your fleet rightfully, and taught him about the rank that each one of them had. Once you were all prepared to sail, you waved goodbye to the family of House Targaryen with broad smiles — and they all seemed quite proud for him, and for you to get him out of his comfort zone.

Currently, shortly after you began your sailing, Lucerys rocked himself on a chair you offered him to leisurely help him get used to the movement of the sailingboat traveling across the waves, until you could help him get up, and approach the full end to the boat as to be able to admire the ocean. His fingers tapped lightly his mouth, plus his flinching expression indicated that surely he must've felt sick of the stomach — and it wasn't hard to notice.

As you approached him with a cup of hot ginger tea, you scoffed to yourself, lifting an eyebrow. “Are you trying to get yourself to throw up, Lucerys?” his hazel eyes turned to look at you, and scoffed at your comment. “Because if you are, it will surely work in... a rather short period of time.” sitting on a chair that stood right next to his, you joked lightly as to distract him a bit. His eyes then then turned to curiously stare at the cup you were holding, and extending towards him. “It's ginger tea.” you began, “It helps with seasickness, trust me. It worked for me, I can reassure you that. Camomille tea helps as well.” as you spoke, his eyes went from staring down at the cup and gently taking hold of it, to looking at you attentively with a gentle smile placed upon his lips.

“Thank you, aunt.” he shyly managed to mumble as you leaned closer to him, and placed a loving kiss on his cheek — immediatly turning into a deep shade of crimson at the feeling of your lips. “No problem, my sweet one.” you retorted lowly, and your hand found it's way to grab his free one, giving it a slight reassuring squeeze with a smile. “Drink it before it gets cold, and try not to focus on the sickness, otherwise you'll feel worse.” and without replying anything, he rapidly nodded and took a sip of the ginger tea you especially had asked to be made for him as you rubbed his hand with your thumb soothingly, knowing it work just like it worked for you when you were his age.

The wind was soft, and delicately hit your faces as you could admire the sun beginning to slowly disappear from plain sight — leaving a rich, vivid orange colour in the sky, accompanied by a deep pink of clouds. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh wave of air that flew along the smell of the sea, and turned your head once again to stare at Luke lovingly, whose facial features had softened a bit, and didn't seem so... sick, as they were previously. And that comforted you, in a way.

“You know,” as you spoke up once again, interrupting the silence, his eyes now focused to stare at you. “Facing the direction the boat is traveling to and fixing your eyes on that point helps to soothe seasickness.” the way you had so much knowledge regarding the topic was rather impressive to him, and something he admired fondly of you, as he took a few more sips of the warm ginger tea. “Does it work for you?” you inquired, genuinely curious — and with a soft smile that clearly appreciated your concern, he once again nodded. “It.... it works just perfect, aunt. Thank you.” the way you lovingly stared at him with your pretty eyes made him certainly feel overwhelmed with joyful feelings, and make him forget about the motion sickness.

As to avoid having you notice his increasing scarlet blushing — even if you could still see it on his face —, he turned once again to face the horizon. “I insist, you should be the Lady of Driftmark.” his voice was low, yet vehement enough. A snicker escaped your lips, as you turned to face front like he did, while you shook your head in notorious disagreement. “No, no. I really shouldn't. As much as I love our legacy, I wouldn't be able to accept such important role.” you began, as you continously denied his statement. “I wasn't born, or trained, to be the heir of Driftmark's throne.” while you spoke, your eyes shifted to his again.

No, no. For him, you would be the perfect Lady of Driftmark. In his perception, you were as if the Seven themselves blessed you with grace, wisdom, and strength — you were so incredibly admire, and suitable to be the one who would honour the true name and legacy of House Velaryon. And if you kept denying about you being perfect to rule Driftmark, he'd make sure to make you his Lady of the Tides; he just had to find a way to convince you to rule by his side once he was Lord... or perhaps, he already had a certain idea on his mind for the future.

“But you were, and you will make an excellent Lord, you will see. I wholeheartedly trust you'll know how to keep our House and it's fleet as powerful as ever.” you complimented, as he finished some remaining sips of the ginger tea, and his green eyes looked at you with a rapturous glint; not only because of how your sweet words never failed to make him flustered, but at the feeling of your hand leaving his, and ascending to cup his cheek tenderly as you stared at each other.

“Now, if you feel like it, I will take you to the full end of the boat, and you will face the horizon.” you said, as you stood up from the chair you were sitting, eager to see his response. “Besides, you will get a good view of the ocean waves being reflected by the sun.” a broad smile appeared on his lips, as he enthusiastically nodded and stood up from the chair beside of yours, placing the cup of tea right on top of it. Your hands then grabbed his, and you guided him to the end of the boat, where he would be able to face the front direction of where the boat was going to, and that would help him feel better.

“It indeed is a pretty view.” he murmured, enough for only you to hear, and you chuckled. “I told you.” you retorted, quite pridefully, as his eyes were fixed on the horizon just like you had adviced him to do. The sound of the waves rising and descending were soothing enough for both of you, as you could hear some birds cawing in the background. “It will surely take some time for you to get used to this, but you will eventually.” your hand reached his shoulder, and you rubbed it gently, causing his head to turn around to look at you briefly, and smile. His eyes seemed to notice how pretty yours looked under the blazing twilight sun, and he could feel a small pinkish tint forming on his cheeks.

Before any of you could speak anything else, a member of the fleet, whose name was Eryn, approached you, with a folded letter on his hands. Hearing the soft footsteps behind of you caused both of you to turn around, looking at him with a kind smile.

“My Lady (y/n), Prince Lucerys.” Eryn greeted politely, as you gave him a single bow with your head to greet back. A long, tired huff escaped the fleet member's lips. “May I talk to you in private, (y/n)? It's... a matter of urgency, if it can be called that way.” his lips turned into a thin, straight line as he fidgeted with the letter on his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit concerned; your eyes lowered to curiously stare at the note, and then stare at Lucerys with notorious confusion, but you rapidly nodded. “Yes... yes, of course.” you spoke, looking at him. Briefly, you turned to Lucerys and patted his shoulder. “Excuse me for a second, sweet. I will be right back, wait for me.” Luke nodded as he watched you leave a bit far away from him with the fleet member. You both walked together, and the fleet member guided you slightly far away from Luke so he wouldn't hear.

“What's the problem?” your voice tone seemed to anticipate that you'd probably get stressed from the matter, noticing his facial expression seemed worried. Without any response, he simply extended the letter to you — which, you immediatly took it from his hands, and began unfolding it. “It's from your father.” he mumbled lowly, causing you to look up at him. “I, of course, have not read it — but I'm afraid it might be something rather important.” a long, dreading sigh escaped your lips as you finished unfolding the raven-sent letter, and fully opened, attentively reading it.

“For Seven Hells — fuck me.” you cursed in a low voice so Luke wouldn't hear you, as you read how your father wrote that he'd be travelling to Kings Landing to claim himself as the rightful heir of Driftmark, and that he'd discuss Luke's legitimacy as a true Velaryon. Of course, as much as you appreciated your father, you also loved Lucerys, and it's his right to be the true future Lord of Driftmark! And as soon as your eyes finished attentively reading the note, you rapidly folded it back, and held the paper tightly on your hand.

“Shit! B-But– My father... no—” words stumbled upon each other as you tried to rearrange your thoughts, merely to speak something that would be coherent. Your hand flew to pinch the bridge of your nose as you walked to the side of the sailboat, and you lowered your head to look down at the ocean, trying to think of something. The tight grip you held on the letter began making the paper wrinkle, and Lucerys — whom stared from afar —, could see the situation, and hear you cursing; making him feel concerned for you, wondering whether he should go and ask you or not.

“It's not his right to do so! My cousin would've done something if he didn't want Luke to be the heir to Driftmark!” you half-shouted, a bit nervous. But, you were only nervous of the thought that if your father indeed got to claim the throne of Driftmark, which you doubted it would happen, he'd try to do something to Luke — such as harming him, in any possible way. The fleet member's lip remained straight, as he lifted his sight from you, and noticed Luke carefully approaching the two of you. Hearing the soft footsteps and feeling his presence, you turned around, encountering yourself with your nephew, whom was notoriously concerned.

“I... I will leave both of you, now.” the fleet member continued, “Lady (y/n), Prince Lucerys.” Eryn greeted goodbye, as he gave you a single bow by lowering his head briefly, and then turning around, and walking away to the rest of the troop. Luke gave him a single head bow as well, and his hazel eyes then went back to you — noticing some small dark bags under your eyes, as you kept pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers, trying to think of what would happen next, and what were you going to do, or respond to your father's letter.

“What's the matter, aunt?” his soft voice inquired gently, and it didn't fail to make you feel a bit comforted. A long, exhausted sigh escaped your lips, as you fidgeted with the now fully wrinkled paper on your hand, and your eyes darted to gaze at him as you shook your head lightly. “It's... I— It's nothing, just...” you wandered a bit around your words, debating whether to tell him about the note, or not. You preferred to keep such things to yourself, but you knew this was important enough for him to know, and be warned about it — even if you didn't want to worry him too much.

“It's my father, Vaemond.” you began, while still rearranging your thoughts, another sigh escaping your lips. “I... I've received a letter from him, saying he'll be traveling to Kings Landing, as to...” a brief pause was made as you rapidly licked your lips before continuing. “As to try and claim himself as the rightful heir of Driftmark, and question your legitimacy.” as the words came out from your lips, you tightened the grip on the letter, and his green eyes widened with shock. Some stuttered words came from his lips before he paused, and properly tried to rearrange his speech without constantly stumbling upon himself.

“Wh-What? When will he be traveling to Kings Landing?” Luke began, continuing to stammer lightly, as he could feel nervousness rising — he didn't want you to be involved in anything unnecessary solely because your father thought of him as a dirty bastard. You sighed, still fidgeting with your father's letter on your hand. “This moon, he said.” your voice seemed weary, already exhausted at the thought of having to deal with this very specific topic, and deep down, you were frightened of what your father could try to do as to claim the throne of Driftmark.

“To... claim himself as the heir of Driftmark? B-But— No, wait, does mother know about this?” his eyebrows furrowed, creating a small crease in between them as he kept trying to process the situation. “I doubt it. She might get sent a raven informing her to travel back to Kings Landing in these days yet to come,” you sighed, shaking your head a bit in disbelief. “or perhaps I'll inform her myself when we return to Dragonstone.” without saying much, you placed the fully wrinkled letter in the pocket of the trousers you used to sail, while he though a deep breath. “A-And what will you respond to your father's letter?” he inquired, his eyebrows remained furrowed.

“I don't know.” looking into the distance at the ocean, noticing the lands in a distance, you briefly maintained silence while thinking a response for your father's letter. “But, you shouldn't worry about this matter, my princeling — I will try and take care of this all by myself.” turning around back to stare at him, whose eyes stared at you genuinely concerned, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and rubbed it very lightly; and leaned closer to him, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“We shall now focus on the navigation while I think of something to respond, yes? But please, don't worry too much.” you raised both your eyebrows as you reassured him you'd take care of it while you stared deep into his hazel eyes, whom internally hesitated to let you deal with such weight by yourself — but, Luke assumed it would be better to agree, and focus back on the activity you were previously doing together, then try to shift your attention to the more important matters once you returned back to the Dragonstone castle. A sigh — that was nearly a huff — escaped his lips, and nodded in agreement, which meant he still wasn't fully convinced in letting you deal with this by yourself.

“Alright, aunt.” he replied, as his eyes gazed intensely into yours, nearly mesmerised at how pretty your eyes had several shades of (e/c). A weak, but broad smile — that was only for him — appeared on your lips. “Good. Let's get going, Luke.” you signaled for him to follow you. “I will now teach you about the ranks of the fleet, and what each member is supposed to do to control the ship.” while you walked towards part of some member quarters in the ship, Lucerys followed you from behind like a lost puppy, eagerly nodding.

The thought of your father traveling Kings Landing to deal with the matter of Driftmark's heirs and discussing it with Lucerys grandsire, King Viserys the first, remained wandering on both you and Luke's mind for a while — though, you easily distracted those thoughts off Luke's head by talking about the fleet members and how to navigate through the sea, as his eyes glinted with excitement and admiration at your incredibly extended knowledge, and how passionate you sounded while talking about such topics. He could feel how enthusiastic you were, and he was keen in knowing more about everything you told him.

For Lucerys, being given the opportunity to spend time with you by your side and listen to your gracefully precious and soothing voice talking was like a dream to him... a nice dream, in fact. A very, very nice one that only happened in his mind, but not anymore, as he now was able to personally experience it. And for you, having mutual feelings for him much like he did for you, it felt like a dream as well — but since the love you felt for Luke was rather intense and strong, you could never fully distract your mind from your father's letter throughout the remaining time left sailing.

Time passed, and the ship sailed back to the Dragonstone castle. Both of you waved goodbye and deeply thanked your troop for allowing you to wander around the sailboat so you could teach your nephew several things about traveling through the tides, and how to navigate. Fortunately enough, he didn't feel as sick as he usually did when traveling on sailboats and ships — making you feel a sense of pride on you at the thought of it.

While you did get to forget a bit about the topic of your father wanting to claim Driftmark, soon after you arrived back to the rocky castle of Dragonstone, your mind kept torturing you internally with it — after all, you had to respond something to the informing letter your father had sent you, and not only that, but you had to find a way of telling Princess Rhaenyra about it, in case she hadn't been yet told.

You hoped that by the time the matter was discussed, it would be rather quick and painless... but, how wrong you were. You clearly had no idea it would be discussed in the most heated manner.

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