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narukuwrites · 6 years

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002. Part 8

Words: 3,592 Tags: Merman AU, Angst, Drama, Magick, and Witchery, Fluff, Mention of forced incest Summary: Ralph decides its time to give Connor and Markus some answers with regards to recent events, Josh is satisfied that Connor isn't an immediate threat and has an honest chat with North, Kamski learns that Connor has gotten rid of his bracelets and decides another visit with Amanda is needed, North realises she's driven a wedge in the friendship she has with the others and decides to make amends.

Authors Note: So here is the next part a day early! Surprises ahoy! I may edit this chapter later but we’ll see.

Ralph had watched all of this unfold quietly and it was clear that Connor and Markus, who from what he could gather was the leader of Jericho. It was interesting but not surprising that Markus had been quick to ensure that Connor was kept safe and that wasn't uncommon - there was something his friend hand, even if he was wholly unaware of it. Queen Chloe had spoken to him during the times when Connor was busy dealing with the politics and responsibilities that came with a being a royal heir and prince to a throne which would one day Connor would be sat upon.

Chloe wasn’t an ordinary mer but she had chosen that form, she had been capable of not only being able to cure and create life within the oceans, but to also have the ability to tip the balance and ensure that one who was deserving of her, would have all the success that he wanted. And when Connor had been born, almost all of that was now within him. There would be someone who her son would find worthy and noble enough to grace that being with his gift, his power. To have Connor by your side would guarantee you the success and favorable circumstances in all of that person’s endeavors and actions, but to someone who was truly deserving of it. Connor it seemed had chosen that to be Markus.

When the new merman came in, however, the dynamic in the room changed and Ralph should he need it - had his knife close at hand and would not think twice about using it. He has promised to keep Connor safe always, he would not break his promise to the Queen who had been more of a mother to him, then his own was. And so when Connor spoke seemingly dissolving the tension between them all and letting his touch soothe Markus, he felt himself relax a little but he didn't let go of his knife - that was hidden in the bag he was holding. And with his free hand sent the dark-skinned mer a cordial wave when Markus introduced him.

"He is a friend of mine, yes, Connor this is Josh.." Markus paused to send his friend a glare ignoring the affronted look he was given and continuing on. "..Connor this is Josh and the shy blonde is Ralph, his brother.." and he felt himself let out a sigh of contentment as the brunette spoke once more in that beautiful eloquence that seemed to come naturally to the brunette.

"It's nice to meet one of Markus' friends, he speaks quite fondly of you. I hope I haven't caused any inconvenience in keeping your friend from his responsibilities. But he was showing me around your wonderful home - it truly is a marvel. Ralph and I look forward to seeing it fully...."

Josh didn't quite know how to respond to the mer, that he'd been introduced to but he felt that he didn't have to worry about anything untoward - if anything that everyone had said earlier that he had queried were indeed correct. And his gaze fell upon a blonde mer behind Connor and Markus and gave a wave back and tried not to focus on the fact the face of said mer - was scarred and damaged.

"Ah its, nice to meet you too, but please don't be sorry I shouldn't have barged in so abruptly - it should be doing the apologizing but thank you for your praise. Jericho is indeed something we've proud of.," he said and he did genuinely feel guilty for interrupting and so he was thankful when Connor and Markus too didn't hold it against him.

"We're all good Josh these things happen your worry was understandable. I won't be too much longer here but am I right in assuming that you saw I already went ahead and began processing everything with Connor and Ralph. I will need to spend a bit more time with Connor - to see how he can help us..." Markus said in a manner that you couldn't help to be drawn to.

"As I was explaining to Markus, I am happy to help in whatever way I can. I am quite adept at a myriad of things, but when Markus has a clearer understanding of things. You can be rest assured you and the others will be informed and perhaps who knows we'll work together, on exciting new endeavors.." Connor added before sending Josh a smile that was both reassuring and warm.

"Sure that sounds good. Find us when you've sorted it out but don’t rush please.." Josh told Markus before focusing his attention on the other two, Jericho's newest arrivals. "Welcome to Jericho, I hope you settle in comfortably but don't be afraid to seek out myself or the others if you need anything - we're a family here.." he added and that was true. Jericho in itself was a large amalgamation of people from all kingdoms and all levels of society - that co-existed a lot of the time peacefully, and there was the odd disagreement at times but nothing overly escalating into something that would cause a problem in the long term.

"Thank you, I'll bear that in mind Josh.." the brunette said and he felt happy hearing those words from the brunette and felt a bit disappointed when Connor's attention was focused once more on Markus. But he pushed that notion aside and nodded before swimming off and leaving his friend with the two new mer's, feeling a lot lighter and relieved than when he had entered.

Markus didn't like the fact that Connor, as used Josh's name, the sudden need to possess the newcomer to their cause, was something that he couldn't explain but he for some reason knew that the other mer felt the same. And as soon as Josh was gone he wrapped his arms around that lithe, slightly defined with subtle musculature and holding Connor close and letting out a happy sigh when those arms did the same.

"Don't worry the jealousy you felt will pass,. I meant what I said earlier, before the interruption - but I don't know to what extent that will encompass. Know that I will be here for you though..."

The change Connor felt in himself was something very liberating and he felt freer than any time before in his life and he wondered if maybe it was more then just Markus that was the cause. Ralph's words from earlier resonated deeply with him and it made him wonder just how much his friend knew. "Ralph, what you said earlier? You know something more, don't you? About me..?" he asked his friend and shifted a little to allow for Markus and him to lay down comfortably.

Ralph nodded and let out a quiet sigh, he had known this moment would come but for as prepared as he was, it was still a little terrifying but nevertheless he would impart onto Connor as much as he knew, and since it involved Markus now as well, he was the one his friend had inadvertently chosen. "I'll do my best to try to explain it, but your mother gave me something she wanted to you have as well.." he told his closest friend and almost brother as he took a small tome one that Connor would no doubt recognize and handed it over to him.

When Ralph pulled out his mother's notebook he felt a myriad of emotions go through him as he took the proffered item and held it to his chest tightly and closed his eyes and he could feel the phantom warmth of his Mother's arms wrapped around him and he let out a sob and allowed Markus to pull him closer, giving him his support. He missed her terribly and the thought of seeing his beautiful Mother, pale and gaunt as the illness took her that was not how he would remember her. No his mother was beautiful and kind.

"You should read that when you feel you are ready. Know that I had to write for her as her state deteriorated and I know you don't want to reminisce about that time, I do not want you to - but it was so you would know why the writing changes.." Ralph said and it was upsetting for him to see that Connor was a little upset but having Markus nearby helped to alleviate that from worsening.

Markus knew that he couldn't really do much aside from being here for Connor and although this was a private moment he felt privileged for being allowed to share it with these two newcomer mer's - who it would seem would change a lot of things for him. And he still had fears of course but hearing that Ralph would do his best to perhaps make all of this easier to understand - that would be a start. But regardless of what or whom Connor was, Markus knew one thing, that he would not let the brunette mer go.

"She is Nyai Loro Kidul, the Goddess of the Sea.," Ralph said quietly. "She chose to live the life of an ordinary mer though when she came across your father - who sought her out and unlike the rest of her suitors wasn't scared of who she was and stole her heart. And you Connor - you were her greatest treasure and her entire world..."

Markus was speechless by what he had just heard, there were many myths surrounding the Goddess of the Sea, she was a deity they still worshipped she controlled the seas and took the souls of any who she wished for. But there were other stories and whisperings. And Connor was her son, did that make him a deity also? Was the reason he felt the pull towards him because of that, he felt confused and was pulled from his thoughts by someone's warm hands cradling his face - and all of what he had thought a moment ago was gone.

"I don't like seeing you worried and lost in thought, stay with me - I'm right here Markus.." Connor told his handsome darker tan mer that he held a great fondness and desire for. The need and want to give Markus all that he sought, regardless of the cost.

"Ralph..thank you for telling me who my mother was, but I think you will need to explain what that means for Markus and I - as well as yourself and well..." he paused and looked to his friend. Who seemed to understand and carried on explaining things further.

"I don't quite know what your Mother meant, she did her best to try to explain it to me but you hold a great deal of power within your entire being Connor, the power to control the seas, the life within it and to grant someone you know to be worthy, your boon to help them achieve what it is they desire - no matter the cost.." he paused a sadness going through him at the fact the cost was heavy for such - but Connor had the right to know and so he carried on.

"The cost of helping Markus and all of those within these walls could cost you your life Connor but truthfully I think there is a way to avoid it if you decide to limit how much you help. Queen Chloe, your mother wrote all of what that entails in her book, which you now have. I have never read any of those pages though.." Ralph added honestly and he hadn't. He would never invade Connor's privacy and he had kept his promise.

Elijah let out snarl at the fact that the rite he had performed hadn't given him a clear indication of where Connor was, only a rough idea of where he had been. Connor might have taken off his bracelets but it was a good place to start the search - but he would need to do a few things first. In his absence, he would have to make sure the council was bound to his will and ensure that his Kingdom, would continue to run smoothly. It would mean he would have to visit Amanda, something he wasn't particularly fond of doing but their alliance was one that had its advantages, although the cost had been rather high for the presiding King. But it was a cost he was fine with paying and it would perhaps come in handy - now that he was closer to finding where exactly Jericho's location was and getting his son back.

He had expended a lot his energy in doing so but he would stop at nothing to make sure Connor was back here with him. His son would guarantee him everything he wanted and it had been worth it, to court and woo his mother - who unbeknownst to everyone was a Goddess and she had been a beautiful and he had truly cared and loved her but that faded with time and when Connor was born, the dynamics between them changed.

The queen was still alluring of course, but it was clear that almost all of his wife's power was now within their child, and so his wife had spent all of her days secluded in the beautiful garden then she attended to. And Elijah wanted to possess all of the power available to him, that was an attractive quality he craved and sought. To have Connor disregarding the fact he was his son, as his queen and consort would ensure his Kingdom and indeed the very ocean and all within it - were his to command. And wasn't that a wonderful thing?

He smiled at the thought, his sudden anger at not being able to locate his son properly falling away as he knew that soon, he would grasp that power once again. And he would take the time to properly claim and worship it. How his son had willingly accepted given into his touches and ministrations in the library - that seemed like an eternity ago now but soon he would have all the time in the world, to explore and take all of what Connor would willingly give him. He would keep Connor safe and away from greedy, grasping hands that weren't his own.

And with a dark smile, he stretched and lay down on the bed his son occupied and slept in and decided that a short nap would be sufficient enough to help him get back some of the energy he had expended. Dark mer magick was something that took a little bit of one's life energy each time a rite required for a spell was done, but considering it was one of the most powerful forms of mer witchery such a price was the cost - something that he had found a balance for. Those touches he had given his son over the years, along with those bracelets had ensured that any that he spent was given back to him. But now that it was no longer the case he needed to see Amanda but first he would rest and with a tired yawn let

"Soon you'll be back with me Connor.." he murmured as he closed his eyes and let the lingering yet fading scent of his son coax him into the realm of welcoming slumber.

"So you're telling me you left Markus there? With the two new arrivals...?" North asked a little perplexed and trying to figure out just why the sudden change had occurred. Sure it wasn't unusual for their friend to do his best to be involved in every aspect and area of Jericho - but from what Josh had told her, this felt like something more. And although she wasn't particularly keen on the fact this was maybe perhaps because of what Lucy had said, it was still good to see Markus being more pro-active. Recently she had noticed that he'd been a little lackluster with everything and she couldn't blame him - everything they planned with regards to taking back the kingdom, each plan seemed to have something which wouldn't make it successful or if it did - the cost was too high.

"Well I don't think either of them poses a threat, I mean we did want Markus to get more involved with things - so technically he's doing what we wanted him to..?" Josh replied as he took another bite of the mackerel he has bought from one of the stalls on his way back from where he had left their leader. He felt a lot more at ease now, for some reason it felt right to have Connor here. Jericho was a haven for everyone and he was sure that whatever had caused the attractive brunette mer to come to them, it must have been something pretty bad.

"You're right I guess. Say, Josh, do you think I've been a little too harsh on Simon..?" North asked it had been a few days since they had their disagreement and it was distressing for her to know that she was the reason why Simon had been avoiding being near her and Josh, the divide between them was something that had become noticeable and she found herself missing Simon's calm aura and friendly nature. Without him everything was unbalanced and it felt wrong. Simon was supposed to be with them and instead she has driven him out.

"You've been a bitch to him, yeah but I think you can still work things out. I won't be the middle-man for this though, this is something you should do for both Simon and yourself. You need to let go of the past North, you are strong and I know you can do it.." Josh finished what was left of his mackerel before speaking again. "..You can let your emotions show none of us will think you weak because of it and you will be all the stronger for it. Instead of dwelling on the past - think of the future and all the possibilities it holds.."

North listened as Josh spoke, he out of all of their little group was the one that had always balanced her out, even when they had disagreements they had still managed to find a way to make it agreeable to both of them. It was nice to have his support and until recently she hadn't really given much thought as to romance - she'd been around three mermen all her life. All of them had been her brothers in a way, but she had found herself over the last while gravitating towards Josh and with everything that had happened recently - it only made her come to realize that he seemed to spend a lot of time with her also.

She was more comfortable around these three than anyone else and many times in the past she had hung out and socialized with the many other mermaids that resided within the walls of Jericho- but found it very overwhelming, even though they had all been so welcoming, she still felt like the oddity and they were seemingly very curious as to what it was like, working in close proximity of not one but three mermen. Many of whom seemed to be fairly smitten with all three of them, but Josh, however, had been a favorite and she didn't know how she felt about that. They had admired her also, a mermaid being high up within Jericho's hierarchy even though they didn't technically have one, she was still essentially one of the three second in command that Markus had.

And so when she had been distracted by her thoughts she hadn't noticed that Josh was not sitting rather close to her with a soft, concerned almost loving look in those lovely eyes of his. "I..yeah you're right I've been a bitch and I will fix things with Simon, this divide I've created it hurts me a lot and I didn't mean to but - " she broke off though mid-sentence when Josh reached out and took her hand, in a gentlemanly manner which made her suddenly feel very warm.

"I'm here for you North. I won't be going anywhere. Come to see me when you've talked with Simon - there is something I want to tell you.." Josh said to her earnestly before giving her a smile and adding. "..Something I've been wanting to tell you for a while but never found the time to.."

"Sure, Josh. I'll come to you after.." North replied suddenly feeling butterflies in her stomach and watching as Josh swam off in that calm meander his movements always tended to have. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she nodded and made her way towards the topmost part of Jericho - where the deep sea garden was. Here in the deeper depths of the ocean, there was plant life of course - just as colorful in its own right as those in the shallower seas. It was a place many a mer from Jericho went to enjoy the quiet solitude that all mer needed.

North just hoped that Simon would accept her apology and that Josh was right - she needed to let go of the past and instead focus on the future. But witchery and mer magick was something she would never be comfortable with - of that she was certain.

#novella #fiction #markus x connor #rk1000 #detroit: become human #dbh markus #dbh connor #dbh kamski #dbh north #dbh josh #dbh chloe #dbh ralph #dbh #merman au #merman alternate universe #markus rk200 #connor rk800

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ichimacchus · 6 years

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Love Essay - Chapter Five: Bottom Roots under the cut!

I’m mad bc Wattpad keeps unpublishing this so I’m just gonna write the chapters in Sta.sh writer on DeviantART until Wattpad’s functional once more.

PS: I’m proud of this

A few days had passed and Karamatsu's sickness had seemingly vanished overnight. Todomatsu had gotten used to the days of rest and now he had to start stalking again. He just wished Choromatsu had picked someone else, but he knew deep inside that he was the only one capable of doing this in secret.

At the moment, however, it was the middle of class and Todomatsu had lost track of how much time it was until lunch. He just slumped on his desk, resting his head on one arm and scrolling through things on his phone with his other arm. Karamatsu was sitting next to him, holding a textbook open with both hands. Todomatsu kept glancing out the corners of his eyes at him, watching as he used the book to hide that he was looking at Chibita. The room was, as per usual, filled with the sounds of the other students talking and laughing.

Todomatsu made a small, catty grin. Time to act.

"Oi, Karamatsu nii-san" Todomatsu said softly, looking at his brother. Karamatsu jumped a foot from his seat, startled. He put the book down, and glanced over at Todomatsu. "Eh?" he asked, dazed. "Why do you keep looking at Chibita?" Todomatsu asked, preferring to get right to the chase instead of beating around the proverbial bush.

"Ah! I am merely looking beyond him, out the window at the beauty of this campus!" Karamatsu responded, closing his eyes and placing his fingers under his chin in the shape of a gun. Todomatsu stared at him with narrowed eyes. And pigs can fly, Todomatsu thought to himself, knowing that what his brother was saying was complete and utter bullshit.

"Why do you go pale when you see the outside, hmm?" Todomatsu asked in a smart ass way. The color drained from Karamatsu's face faster than you could say "glitter". Gotcha, Todomatsu thought with an internal smirk. "I-I-I..." Karamatsu stammered before sighing. He held the book up with both hands again. "You do not need to know." he said, proceeding to flip a page.

You sneaky motherfucker, Todomatsu thought. As if he wasn't already suspicious of Karamatsu's actions! Todomatsu went back to looking at his phone. When he looked out of the corner of his eye again, Karamatsu had finally put the book down, and he was now writing something.

And Todomatsu highly doubted it was notes.

Suddenly, Karamatsu got up. "Where are you going?" Todomatsu asked him, his stomach starting to spin. "Bathroom" Karamatsu replied calmly, walking past him and to the door, leaving the classroom.

As soon as Karamatsu was out of the room, Todomatsu looked around him and looked over at the paper Karamatsu was writing on. "My dearest Chibita..." were the only words on it, and there were tiny hearts scribbled in blue ink. Todomatsu's stomach turned. "Geez, does he have to be so mushy..?" he said to himself, going back to pretending to mind his own business.

He sent a text to Choromatsu about Karamatsu's obvious lie when confronted, as well as the paper. Todomatsu noticed his professor writing something on his computer. Todomatsu looked back at the door of the classroom. Had he even noticed Karamatsu leaving? Probably not. The professor was really lax, and unless he needed to teach something or review something, he usually let the class do whatever.

Guess that's why so many people like him, Todomatsu mused.

He got a text back from Choromatsu. "Send me a photo so I know you're not lying?" his brother had texted back. "Sure, just hold on" Todomatsu replied, exiting what he was doing and pulled up his phone camera. Taking a picture, he sat back in his chair as Karamatsu returned. Todomatsu sent the picture to Choromatsu, adding "Painful just returned" to his message.

"That could be a love letter.." Choromatsu replied. "Maybe." Todomatsu replied.

The bell rang, and Todomatsu quickly typed "Listen, I'm going to lunch, ttyl", then rushed down to the cafeteria, or whatever they called it.

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Meanwhile, Karamatsu was done for the day, and was heading out to the dorm. He felt strange, harboring a letter of such emotion inside his bag, but no one else was going to see it YET. He would make sure his brothers would never see it. They'd mock him endlessly for it. Which was why he put a lock on his backpack zippers, so no one could open it except for him. He'd stashed the combo somewhere in the front pocket, and he had the key around his neck like a necklace.

Arriving at the dorm, he shoved the door open. Choromatsu and Todomatsu were on the couch, and appeared to be studying. "Oi" Choromatsu greeted him, not even looking up from whatever he was doing. "My brothers! I'm heading off campus to a store! I will be back in a few hours!" Karamatsu announced, tossing his backpack to the ground. Todomatsu stared at him.

Karamatsu turned and left, palming the key around his neck.

As soon as the door was shut, Todomatsu threw his notebook across the room. It hit the microwave, which was above the stove in the kitchen. "What was that for?!" Choromatsu blurted out, staring at the younger brother.

"Dunno." Todomatsu shrugged.

"Now that he's gone, we can talk about the letter." Choromatsu said, gently setting his supplies down on the coffee table and straightening himself. "It's in his binder. I watched him put it in" Todomatsu blurted without thinking.

Choromatsu hesitated. "Anyways, from what we've seen from his behavior, he's definitely in love. Right?" Choromatsu asked. "Whaddya mean, 'right'?" Todomatsu said, curling his fingers in quotation marks when he said "right". "I mean, from what Osomatsu told us about his chat with Karamatsu, he's been feeling lightheaded, he said his heart was skipping beats, his stomach filled with butterflies. You've been in love before, like, actual dating love. Those are some of the ways to tell you're in love, right?" Choromatsu explained.

"Yeah, those are some. I mean, I know I felt those when I fell in love with Atsushi-kun" Todomatsu said, feeling his face grow hot at the thought of his boyfriend. "Right. We can connect those feelings to the book, and it ties in to say he's fallen in love with someone. But, who?" Choromatsu mused, putting his fist to his lips.

"I wanna say Chibita so badly" Todomatsu murmured. "The letter you saw him writing does seem like a love letter, since he DID say 'my dearest Chibita'.." Choromatsu said. "That doesn't really say much. He called everyone dearest." Todomatsu reminded his brother, flopping onto his back.

"We need to read the letter" Choromatsu said suddenly. Todomatsu shot upright. "You're kidding..." he gasped. Choromatsu stared back, his pointed frown plastered on his face. "Nope. I feel like we should read it." Choromatsu replied. "But his backpack is locked!" Todomatsu protested. He was willing to snoop on Karamatsu, but not through his stuff. It was like reading someone's diary!

And the unspoken rule was to never read someone's diary without permission unless you want to have your intestines ripped out.

"He must have a code." Choromatsu said, hopping off the couch and picking up Karamatsu's bag. It was heavier than he expected. Todomatsu turned around and grabbed the arm of the couch. Choromatsu sat back down on the couch, Karamatsu's bag on his lap. He studied the lock. It was black, and the silver metal of the curve fitting between the zippers. On the side of the lock were three, small wheels with numbers on it. A code lock.

"Oi, Totty" Choromatsu said, causing his brother to turn back around. Choromatsu put the bag between them. "Can you pick the lock?" Choromatsu asked, fumbling with the collar of his dress shirt that he wore under his green hoodie.

"Yeah. I can try" Todomatsu said, grabbing hold of the lock and moving the little wheels with his thumb. The first combination he tried was 002. When he pulled down on the lock, the metal curve stayed in place. Todomatsu tried more combinations. None of them seemed to work. At last, out of desperation, Todomatsu tried 524, the digits of the sextuplets' birthday. When Todomatsu pulled down on the lock, it came off the zippers in his palm.

"Are you shitting me?" Todomatsu murmured.

Unzipping his brother's bag, Todomatsu opened the pack wide open, and started digging through its contents.

"Oh my fucking god" Todomatsu exclaimed.

"What? Did you find it?" Choromatsu said, leaning forwards. Todomatsu shook his head. "Nope. I did find something much, much worse" Todomatsu said, his voice dropping. "What?" Choromatsu inquired, dread rising in his chest.

Todomatsu stared Choromatsu dead in the eyes, pain and horror in them.

"He has a jar of glitter in here" Todomatsu said softly, pulling out a small jar with a black screw on cap. It had a white label with "Sparkles" written on it in black sharpie. Inside it was a mound of painful, blue glitter.

"Oh my lord..." Choromatsu murmured, slapping his face with his palm.

Todomatsu pulled out a blue binder from the bag. "Is that the one it's in?" Choromatsu asked. Todomatsu nodded and opened the binder. It was the top thing inside it. Choromatsu scooted over to sit beside his little brother. Together the two took in the words written on the lined piece of paper.

"My dearest Chibita,

You are like the sun to me. You are the light in my life. I wish we weren't floating apart. My heart has started yearning for your touch. I have been feeling like I am walking on air when I see you around. You have a charm many would desire. It is a shame I'm the only one who has noticed. I know my brothers are literal demons, but I assure you, I'm not like them. You may disagree, but can they notice your beauty? Can they be as romantic as me? The fire you ignite in me longs to be fueled by your kiss. I want you to notice me like you notice your amazing skills in cooking. One day, I hope to be more than just mere friends.

- Your dearest songbird, Matsuno Karamatsu", the letter read.

Choromatsu and Todomatsu stared at each other, eyes wide. Then, they stared back at the paper.

"Okay, he's definitely in love with Chibita." Todomatsu said. "What now..?" Choromatsu asked. "I'll put it away. You think of the next step in our plan." Todomatsu said, returning the letter to the binder, and then placing the binder and glitter back in the bag, locking the zippers in place where he'd found them. He moved the wheels on the lock to random numbers.

"I think you should casually bring up the subject of love and try to get him to spit out that he loves Chibita." Choromatsu said out of nowhere.

"Who loves Chibita?"

Todomatsu and Choromatsu jumped as Osomatsu walked in. "Long story. We'll explain only if you promise not to say a word to him about it." Choromatsu said. Osomatsu let his bag fall on top of the pile. "Sure. Now, spill" he said, lifting his hoodie over his head, unveiling the grey t-shirt he had on underneath.

Choromatsu took a deep breath. "Karamatsu. We've been spying on him for over a week because he's been acting off. Totty's been gathering notes on his actions. We connected the feelings he described to you to being in love, and the dating book is solid proof. We found out he's in love with Chibita by snooping in his bag." he explained, standing. Osomatsu, who'd gone into the kitchen to make ramen, looked over his shoulder.

"So you've been spying on him and found out he has the hots for Chibita?" Osomatsu asked. "Yeah, pretty much" Todomatsu replied.

Osomatsu was silent. Choromatsu walked to the bathroom. "Don't tell Karamatsu we're doing this." Todomatsu said. Osomatsu nodded. "I won't." he said, turning back to the noodles.

Todomatsu sighed. They'd gotten this far. Now what were they gonna do? They couldn't just confront Karamatsu.

This was going to be harder than Todomatsu had anticipated.

And Todomatsu didn't always like challenges.

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yoongihime · 7 years

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Shape of You (M)

Model!OC x Photographer!Yoongi Length: 4.8K ..things got out of hand… Type: Three words drabble, birth from pure sin and thirst Recommended OST: (x) and (x) (a/n): “no really, this was me being a brat and thinking ‘hey how can I make this totally fluffy prompt into angst?’ and then it turned into sin. Must be the lack of sleep talking.” ….this was supposed to be a drabble…

Summary: Yoongi is not too keen on the fact that you, his muse, disappeared without a word two years ago. The two of you meet again at a casting, with Yoongi as the the photographer under the name SUGA. He’s livid, of course, but he can’t help the fact that he still remembers every curve and contours on your body.

Prompt By Anonnie: Sparkles, Petals, and Laughter (im sorry) Warnings: sex. sins. Yoongi being very naughty.

001. Sparkles

Pins and needles prickle at your skin from the intensity of his scrutiny, the thin hairs on your arm standing on end, delicate flesh underneath forming ridges that continue to spread throughout your entire body from your head all the way down to your toes. Tremors blossom in the form of the most minuscule shivers that gradually build up intensity until your entire frame is aquiver, soft waves that only accentuates how your body is gloriously bare for his twisted pleasure. You hate how he can still elicit this kind of response from your body—two years truly changes nothing.

Your mind is buzzing with wild thoughts, the confines of your skull barely holding in your mental fretting. Despite the current state of turbulence in your head, your body revels in the attention that he’s shamelessly bestowing, his gaze drifting, languidly studying his masterpiece. His cold eyes that are staring you down from two feet away glints with amusement, the dark orbs saturated in lust and rage. It ignites your defiance, fueling your veins with adrenaline, compelling you to stand your ground against his desire to watch you crumble.

Min Yoongi was not always the picturesque depiction of frigid hostility like he is now. In fact, you dare say he was quite warm, towards you at least. He was sweet summer days and gummy smiles, the faint sound of the camera shutter and the sparkles of the ocean reflected in his eyes, until one day you silently departed from his grasp— without a single note of consolation. Bittersweet, that’s what it felt like. You still remember the day you decided to leave, you knew it was better for the both his career and yours, a raising-star photographer and an aspiring model, what a pair the two of you were. But you had to leave, Yoongi had too much potential to be wasted on the premise that you were his only muse, so you brought a oneway ticket to nowhere; picking up some fame along the way.

Strange, how you find yourself back at square one with Yoongi in front of you and your ability to conjure words proving fruitless. Oh, how you wish you could go back in time, just twenty four hours backwards, so you could tell your manager Seokjin what a horrible, stupid idea it would be to audition to model for the most coveted photographer in New York City: SUGA. Little did you know that you would walk right smack into your beautiful nightmare.

He was silent through the majority of your audition, your portfolio gripped in his hands, his figure slouched into the sleek leather of the back sofa. Meanwhile, you were blissfully oblivious to the fact that SUGA is in fact the very person you’ve been avoiding for the past two years, chirping happily to any questions they prompted you with until his coworker patted the lazy photographer none too gently,

“Yoongi, you’re not going to say anything? Man, what happened to the savage that made two newbies cry in the dressing room yesterday?”

Familiarity rang in your ears then and you had a split second decision of dashing completely out the room, but not before-

“I’m going to have to ask everyone, except (y/n) to leave the studio.”

And that’s how you find yourself in this current predicament, with Yoongi staring you down like a panther stalking it’s prey and you, the careless gazelle that ran right into the hands of death.

Thick silence settles in the room and you take this opportunity to study the man in front of you just as he’s recording every detail of you.

His hair is black now, you note, the ebony locks curling slightly on his forehead, deliberately messy, making his milky skin all the more ethereal in the dim lighting of the small room. His hair used to be a radiant blonde, but you suppose he doesn’t need such a thing as eccentric strands to attract attention now. Everything from his eyes to his rosy lips drown you in nostalgia, they remain strikingly similar to fragments of your fading memories. Those nebulas, ever so expressive are concealed by the gold rimmed specs balancing precariously on the tall bridge of his nose. Black ink paints it way up from underneath his thin white t-shirt, the vines’ movements deliberate like brushstrokes and you realize that they depict cherry blossoms crawling up the right side of his neck. You allot a few seconds to let your mind wander towards what other tattoos may be adorning his body under the thin material, only to have your lascivious fantasies disrupted when Yoongi floats towards you, stopping a hair away, leaving just enough space to have you yearning to close such insignificant distance.

“So, what kind of excuse did you come up for me today, doll face?” he growls into the shell of your ear, causing you to whimper, the noise automatic in response to his sharp demand. He smirks at that, as if the visceral response from your body wasn’t enough of an indication of your desperation for his understanding.

“Go on, it must be good. You had two whole years to make it up after all.”

“Y-oongi,” you sigh out his name when he begins his maddening play, the coolness of his fingertips somehow drawing trails of fire across your skin. Yoongi fully smiles at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue, it has been awhile since he’s heard the soft, sweet sound after all.

“Did you miss me, doll?” he whispers, his fingers coming up to swipe at your lips, the pad of his thumb pressing down on the soft flesh. He studies your doe eyes, filled with so much conflict and apprehension, but most of all regret. It almost pains him to see you like this when both of you know the reason for your departure was anything but selfish.

Yoongi knows that he’s already forgiven you the moment you walked into the room, radiant, none the less, with a new persona so strong that he was shaken from your progress. Fear, it was eating at him that maybe you’ve moved on with your career, leaving him behind in the dust, however just as quickly as it came, the nagging emotion dissipated once he flipped to the beginning of your portfolio and there it was. There, right on the first page was one of his favorite photographs he took of you. He had taken it once upon a time, back when he received his own camera as a hand me down from his uncle; back when he didn’t know left from right and aperture from exposure. There you were, smiling at him with your monochrome profile, the light in your eyes not in the least dull even through the 2D surface. Yoongi knew it then as he knows it now. He knows that you, with all your fiery passion is his muse and he’s just as excited as a kid on Christmas day to have you in his grasp again.

Yet, the past two years have been a cruel winter, barren of you and he wants, no, he needs you to know that.

“I know I did.” he confesses, words heavy with hurt, but his secret only serves to rile you up, your heart singing in elation at the newfound discovery.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, the motions causing his thumb to brush against the plushness of your lips and you wait with bated breath for his reaction only to find another chill running down your spine at the fractional darkening of his eyes and the sinister smile that is spread across his face.

“I know you are, darling.” he chuckles when your brows knit together, words finally bubbling up in your throat but he interrupts you before-

“I will need you to show me.” he grins, the innocent action giving no hints towards the workings of his mischievous mind. Cool silver presses insistently into your hips when he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you in so that your flushed skin brushes against the silken material of his blazer. Your reaction is immediate, wanting him closer, but just as you’re about to reach for him, Yoongi leans away and next thing you know, his back is to you and his distant shout registering-

“See you on set tomorrow, doll face .”

The kiss he pressed on your cheek tingles, a searing imprint of his lips on your reddening skin.

002. Petals

There’s something sensual in the way the silk is brushing your form, a cool rush that slithers against your exposed limbs, the scraps of lace barely serving their function on the curves of your body. The burning light shining on you is warm, nearly uncomfortably so, adding to your flushed state that was no doubt induced by the inquisitive lens a few inches from you and the photographer behind them.

It’s even more intimate than you can imagine, the connection between a photographer and his muse. Thick silence occasionally broken with the frail shutter, a resounding beep that signified the arrival of the photo on the MacBook, your shaky sighs and Yoongi’s hum of amusement are the only sounds that register to you as the rest of the studio fades out of focus. You feel starkly bare, not from the flimsy lace, but rather from the intensity of Yoongi’s gaze, augmented by the magnifying lens that are covering his expression from your viewing pleasure. Yet, the way his breaths come out in uneven pants, accompanied by his surprised gasps when you shift into a rather bold pose are just enough of a response to have you desperate to rile him up even more. Payback is a bitch, you muse and it’s with this notion in your mind that you defiantly stare into the lens, an attempt to drown him in the rapture that he placed you in just twenty-four hours prior to this session.

“Our genius photographer is rather quiet today.” you hum as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, brow arching and eyes twinkling: a perfect picture of invitation. Yoongi seems to pause at that, his lips twitching in a badly concealed show of his emotions, using the oscillating sounds of the shutter to answer for him.

Click.

“Our little doll is rather uncooperative today.” he replies, fingers stilling on the shutter and you fluidly shift to the next pose you’ve mentally lined up prior to the session.

Click.

You gasp in the form of mock shock,

“Why, I think I’m doing a great job, if I do say so myself.”

“We’ll see about that.” is his noncommittal response and you idly wonder what else this session will entail.

Click.

As it turns out, your imagination does not get too far into the possibilities of the session when trouble walks into the studio in the form of a golden boy by the name of Kim Taehyung. He’s a brilliant sight, with his tussled blonde locks and a boxy smile to match and you can’t help but feel enamored when he easily makes you comfortable with his booming laughter. He’s a ball of sunshine, to the point where you wonder if they scouted the wrong man for the job, that is, until he’s in front of a camera.

All hell breaks loose once he’s on set.

Taehyung is incredibly straightforward in his movements, so confident and assured as he presses petal-like kisses against the hallows of your neck, honeyed irises flashing with intentions so lewd you can physically feel Yoongi bristle behind the sanctuary of his camera.

“Closer.” Yoongi commands in his lazy drawl, as if he does not care about the already dwindling space between you and Taehyung. Pausing, you turn to search Yoongi’s cloudy expression for any hint of sarcasm, but your hesitance is cut short when two arms circle around your form to pull you closer. You nearly giggle at the way Yoongi displays regret of his own instructions with a frown when Taehyung pulls you onto his lap, the pair of you entangled in the most intimate of ways with measly layers of cloth covering your bodies.

Taehyung is a wonderful actor. Everything from his gaze, the slight graze of his teeth against your skin, to his whispered praises in your ear, they all melt you by the degree until you barely have to try to play the role of his lover. However, if Taehyung is the sun then Yoongi would be the ever constant moon, cold in his professionalism and detached to the point you feel a sharp sting at his chilling mannerisms.

The last click of the shoot resonates within you as you visibly relax in Taehyung’s grasp and watch as the friendly sunshine boy resurfaces in the form of round cheeks and eye crescents.

“Good job today (y/n)!” Taehyung giggles out, his nose brushing against yours as a form of affection. You’ve never seen someone change from five-year-old toddler to ranging sex god in a matter of seconds, but as expected of the modeling industry, they like to keep you on your toes.

“Good Job to you as well, Tae. I think you made it too easy for me.” you sigh into the plush comforter, fully stretching your spine out like a kitten after a nap. With your eyes closed, you’re relishing the warmth in your muscles when a slight shadow casts over your form and your eyes flutter open to find an impassive Yoongi, a tempest brewing behind his raven orbs.

“Go change (y/n), I can take you home.” he murmurs, eye drifting to Taehyung’s arm that you’re currently laying on.

“I can have Jin come pick me up. You don’t have to inconvenience yourself, Yoongi.”

He wordlessly hands you your phone, the screen flashing 1:38a.m. and a few messages from Jin.

Princess Peach [12:30a.m.]: “(y/n)! I’m so sorry love, but you’ll have to find a way home on your own. Big Emergency!”

You roll your eyes at “Big Emergency” because more often than not that just means he’s going to get dicked down by his boyfriend Namjoon. Yes, Big Emergency indeed Seokjin, you groan internally, not entirely pleased with the situation as you study the message on top.

Princess Peach [12:35a.m.]: “Have Yoongi take you home. At least I can trust the guy, but if he does I won’t expect you to be home in the morning. Be safe kids! ;)”

You face reddens at the realization that Yoongi most likely saw the text and his hushed chuckle is confirmation of the fact.

Momentarily clearing of your throat and one little huff of exertion later, you’re swinging your legs from the edge of the bed and straightening next to Yoongi, your breath stuttering when his cool palm slides around your waist to rest on your hip.

“G-good bye Tae, I’ll see you around.” you hate the stutter in your voice, absolutely abhor the airy quality that can only be elicited by the man drawing nonsensical patterns into your hipbone with his thumb.

“Goodbye, Darling” Taehyung purrs, tongue poking out to wet his lips and you’re all too aware of his intentions to test Yoongi’s patience when the elder tightens his hold on your waist and with a low grumble, ushers you out of the room.

003. Laughter

Frigid AC and his hand on your thigh, that’s all you register as the faint hum of his sleek engine roars with each press of his foot against the accelerator, tearing in the stillness of the early morning. Lights begin to blur as they pass at high velocity, swirling together into steaks of color that you fixate your gaze on in order to avoid staring at Yoongi’s sharp profile. Yet you know that you’ll cave eventually, you always do.

“Do you know the way to my apartment?” you’re the first to break the silence, glancing over at his hand on the wheel, the shapes decorating his arms and the blossoms caressing the side of his neck.

“No, but I know the way to mine, is that okay?” he answers, the hand on your thigh squeezing the tender flesh, his eyes now fixated on your own.

“Y-yes.” you cough out, the syllable being the only response your jumbled mind can muster, words sitting awkwardly in your mouth from the distraction on your thigh. Nervous laughter bubbling on your lips.

“That’s what I like to hear, kitten.” he gloats, clearly pleased with himself.

Min Yoongi, you brat.

The night seems to progress in the same silence, you watch patiently as he punches in his passcode and remain impassive as he leads you into the space. He lives on the top floor studio, the windows littered with lights gleaming from below and the buzzing of the city muted at this height. His space is just like him, sleek, minimal with not much sentiments in pictures decorating the wall except for his more abstract landscape pieces. Standing there at the ledge, you decide to take the leap when you murmur,

“Are you angry?”

Your question implies to more than the events of occurring today, but you truly need to know if he’s still upset over your abrupt absence.

Yoongi sighs, his slouched form straightening to stand a mere millimeters from you, the heady scent of his minty cologne making you crave to feel him under your fingertips.

“Yes and no.” he whispers, as if the silence is a creature not to be disrupted. He trails his right hand down to interlock your fingers, bringing your joined hands to his lips to press a kiss onto each of your knuckle, every brush of his lips causing your heart to drum faster and faster against your chest.

“I am angry,” he says before he reaches the last knuckle, “but I shouldn’t be.”

A kiss.

“I am sorry.” you squeeze his hand that is still interlocked with yours, “I missed you.” you confess, the memories rushing to your skull, causing a stray tear to slip from the corner of your eye.

“I missed you so damn much, but I had to be better than I was Yoongi. You of all people know that.” quiet tears roll down your cheeks. Memories of cold nights and sore feet, ridiculous diets and measurement tapes still weigh heavily on your mind, those were some of the most grueling years of you life, until Seokjin pulled you out of your hellhole of a company and back to your passion for the profession.

“Shh, babydoll. I know.” He soothes your hiccups with a kiss on the crown of your head, finally pulling you into his arms. You don’t let yourself indulge in his embrace for long because you reach with both hands to cup his face, pulling him down until your lips crash hungrily against his. He tastes like his mint gum and whiskey, a dark, addictive combo that has your tongue swiping against the seams of his lips for more. Feeling more than hearing his groan of surprise, you slip your hands around his neck, fingers intertwining with the stray locks there and tugging, earning you yet another groan.

“Babygirl, what are you doing?” he chuckles and halfheartedly nips at your earlobe in warning. As if of their own accord, your hands drift to the buttons in the front of his crips white dress shirt, deconstructing the seam one button at a time. You’re too focused on painting nebulas to accompany the cherry blossoms on his neck to pay attention to his question, but a much harsher bite on the curve on your shoulder snaps your attention back to his questioning stare.

“Making up for lost time.” you state in matter-of-a-fact fashion, returning the gesture with a soft nip to his earlobe, his array of silver earrings cool against your tongue.

“We have the rest of tomorrow, and the next day, and the next…” Yoongi utters, trying to convince himself more than you that the pair of you have all the time in the world.

“If you don’t want me anymore I can find someone else to occupy my time.” you sigh against the corner of his lips, enthralled by the way his mouth twitches in annoyance and his hands immediately tighten their hold on your waist, one of them so daring as to trail down and grip the curve of your ass.

“Say that again (y/n) and I promise you that you will regret being such an impatient princess.”

Pushing away from him entirely, you’re walking backwards towards the bedroom with Yoongi following close after as you smoothly recite,

“I said, Min Yoongi, if you don’t want me anymore I can find someone else to occupy my time.” the sentence barely leave your lips when he scoops you up in his arms, hands settled under your thighs and your legs locked behind his back. Slamming you into the closed door, you fell a dull ache at the rough action but the growing ache of your arousal is a more pressing manner in your lust clouded mind.

“Strip.” he says as he releases his hold on you, choosing to sit himself down on the edge of his bed, legs parted to palm his erection over his tight jeans. Working methodically, you first pull off the black long sleeve to reveal the white babydoll that the staff gifted to you from today’s shoot. The lace clinging to your breasts, showcases your budding nipples and billows off into soft ruffles which is accentuated by the pure white panties that are coming into view as you shimmy out of your jeans. Yoongi swore under his breath, here you are a picture of purity, yet so pliant under his commands. Maybe he was a sinner with the sole goal of corruption.

“Come here,” he motions and you immediate kneel in between his legs, soft lashes blinking up at him in question, “Beautiful.” he moans when you grab his belt, but is quick to slap your greedy hands away.

“Do you want to have a taste?” he questions, his head tilting along with the prompt and you’re left to wonder how much self control this man possess in his body. Mutely nodding, you’re met with a low tsk and his finger against your chin forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Your words, beautiful.”

“Yes I would love to have a taste of you, sir.”

“My what?”

A smirk.

Curse you Min Yoongi.

“Your cock, sir.”

A smile.

He unbuckles his belt at a torturous pace, each distinctive clink of the metal grating your nerves until Yoongi himself loses patience at his game and pushes his jeans and boxers down with a flourish and your mouth waters at the sight before you: Yoongi, his dark gaze pinning you to the spot with his milky skin on display, the black ink on the smooth surface only spurring you to explore the expanse of skin offered to you. His erection stands proudly against his stomach, red and leaking with drops of pearly white precum,

“Can I please touch you?” you whimper, holding your breath for his next move.

As a response, he cards his hand through your hair, gripping a fistful in his hands as he pulls you closer,

“No hands, baby.”

Nodding in understanding, you begin by giving him tiny licks before enclosing your lips around the head and pushing yourself down on his shaft, making sure to run your tongue along the prominent vein at the underside. Truly, the bitter taste and your watery eyes hold no particular value, but the way Yoongi is panting above you, his hands tightening in your hair, tugging just enough to have him whining from your ministrations is the reason your core is aching, the white of your panties turning translucent from your arousal. He pulls away with a pop when you start playing dirty by humming around his length, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he struggles to compose himself from the vibrations.

He offers no instruction but instead pulls you towards the mattress, pulling your body down on the mass of white and his body hovering above yours. Yoongi nearly loses all composure form seeing you like this; flushed and sweaty for him, embellished with delicate white lace, you’re the most sinful angel he has ever seen.

“God, how are you so beautiful to me?” he growls as he kisses his way down the length of your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Calloused hands lift up your thigh as his kisses continue in rapid successions until he’s right at the edge of your panties, humming in approval at the soaking wetness he finds.

“You ruined your gift from today, doll.” he observes, lazily snapping the band of your panties against your hipbone, causing you to jolt in his hold.

“I suppose I’ll just have to buy you new ones.” he kisses his promise into the juncture between your thighs and your folds, his other hand sliding the ruined lace off and fulling drinking in the slight of you dripping for him.

“Yoongi, please.” you keen, the prolonged wait causing your nerve endings to spark with sensitivity. So when he flattens his tongue against your folds, the slick muscle eating you out in earnest, you wail and grasp onto his strands, nails digging into his scalp, his low groan of approval buzzing through your entire body.

“More, please please. Yoongi don’t stop.” you nearly bawl when he listens to your request and slips two fingers inside, choosing to purse his lips over your clit and suck hard. You’re a mess at this point, one hand gripping his hair the other clutching the comforter as Yoongi relentlessly continues with his sinful tongue and fingers, causing you to see stars within seconds. You lay boneless on his bed, the obscene squelch of his fingers leaving you causes you to shiver as the man himself lifts his hand to his mouth, deliberately licking off all traces of your pleasure.

“Yoongi, I need you.” you mewl when he kisses his way back up your body, trails of fire licking at your sweat covered skin.

“Such a greedy kitten.” Yoongi sighs, his weight abruptly disappearing from above you and you open your eyes in time to see him slip off his pesky dress shirt.

“Go on, princess. Take what you need. I want to see you work for it.”

Who are you to deny such a tempting invitation?

So you crawl over towards him, quickly straddling his lap and rubbing yourself on his length, the friction so delicious you forget your original goal as you moan softly, losing yourself in the skin on skin contact.

“Kitten, don’t tease.” he growls, his blunt nails digging into your hips.Your eyes snap open to observe how fucked out his looks, hair mussed and pupils completely dilated, breaths puffing from his rosy, bitten lips and you realize you cannot wait anymore either. With shaky hands you align yourself to his length and slowly lower yourself until you’re sitting on his thighs, his cock filling you up to the hilt.

“God, how are you so tight.” Yoongi groans, busying his mind by scattering marks on your collarbone. His hands scramble to pull the last bit of lace off your body, fingers skimming across the valleys of your breasts before taking one into his mouth. He stills completely when you begin to move, you hips drawing tantalizing circles against his, pulling him closer to his release.

“I’m close, Yoongi.” you cry when he thrusts up to meet your hips, the burning in your thighs and the thudding of the headboard evidence of your passionate session. Yoongi gives a short grunt as reply when he trusts even harder up into you, brushing against your bundle of nerves. Your breaking point is surpassed when he growls, “Come for me, kittten.” into the shell of your ear, his raspy voice always the object of your end.

Waves of bliss wash over your body, electric flashes of sensory overload that makes you clench tightly around him, coaxing him towards his own release. Yoongi comes with a shout of your name and warmth painting your walls, shallow thrusts working both you and him from your high.

In the afterglow, you find yourself tracing the patterns of his tattoos, marks of growth from when you two parted ways.

“I love you, you know?” you admit, staring into his glossy eyes, liquid pleasure still flowing in his veins.

He’s a masterpiece.

“I’ve never stopped loving you.” he answers and the sincerity in his eyes cannot be mistaken for a split second decision made by lust.

You’re his masterpiece.

Perhaps it’s the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins, or maybe the sheer joy in the moment but both of you burst out in laughter. A sweet kiss and many lingering touches forge your reunion and you’ve never been so content for a warm body next to yours.

Princess Peach [8:00a.m.]: I hope your Big Emergency was resolved (y/n) ;)

Me: [9:30a.m.]: You’re so dead once I get back.

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Congratulations ALLIE! You have been accepted as CELINE CHAMBERS.

Note from Admin Hannah: If I had to put into one word how to describe this app, I would just have to say wow. There is nothing I love more than when an app is exactly how I picture every little detail - and yours did just that. With every description and every headcanon I was just saying in my head that is definitely Celine. From the way you described her relationship with Lucien, to quoting Sun Tzao in the first line of the sample, even the fact that her cat is her favorite child it was all just perfect.

Name: Allie

Age: 21

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: EST

Activity Level: Very active! I’m taking time off from waitressing for once so all I’ll be preoccupied with is classes.

Triggers: REMOVED

Anything Else? If you’d like to request an approved FC change, please do so here.

IN CHARACTER

Desired Character: Celine Chambers

Describe this character in your own words:

When it comes to weapons, Celine and a garrote are one in the same. What’s more lethal than possessing the conviction to seek out resistance, only to instinctively pull tighter when it’s found? If she were a season, be it fall. Dancing leaves falling from grace, a distraction from the bitter cold leering around the corner. The sole Lefevere daughter is Whiskey, dark and opaque; simultaneously warming your insides while sparking a fire. Some of our favorite things can be surprisingly sinister, but never as much as Celine Chambers.

Personally, I think that what forms a kind, soft, considerate person is their instinctual need to find love and acceptance. This is a search that Celine never knew, because was born right beside all the companionship and understanding she would ever need. As a child she never quite understood other people’s vulnerabilities until she realized that they didn’t have a Lucien. And while he is her greatest strength, he is also her biggest weakness. Being so connected to someone, makes it feel like there is a phantom limb when they aren’t around. In many ways she is codependent on him and he is a factor in every single one of her decisions. Some would even say, her achilles heel.

If I had to sum Celine up, it would probably be in the fact that while she considers Valentina a daughter, but instead of nurturing her she poisons her with malice. Honestly, to Celine that is the best nurturing a girl could get. It also speaks volumes that she is heartless enough to ignore her children as much as she can. Most mothers would be so proud to have a son as just completely good as Zaine, but she’s disgusted.

Having no soul to call her own, Celine has found mild amusement in testing out a multiplicity of artificial ones. She does the same with Louboutin’s and expensive cars, it all depends on what type of mood she’s in. This is how she ‘relates’ to others, finding the experience utterly nauseating and gleaning nothing from it except conformation that they’re hopelessly inferior. She’s taken bottom tier emotions such as empathy and kindness for a spin and they proved to be completely frivolous time and time again. So she no longer bothers with them, and if you ask her she’s better for it. There’s more time to sharpen her wit and strengthen her resolve.

Celine’s motives

1) Herself

2) Herself

3) Herself

4) Lucien

5) Herself

What drives Celine

1) Herself, in a Limited Edition Bugatti Veyron.

2) Her obsession with power and influence. It’s more than just an obsession, for Celine power and breathing go hand in hand.

3) Basic human need for destruction.

4) Distancing herself as far away from the mediocre life that she was born into.

5) But seriously, the one person who really drives her is Lucien of course. They feed off of each other and they are the most fabulously evil duo in the world. Whenever she wakes up missing a particular manipulative edge she calls up her brother and it snaps right back into place again.

Celine’s goals

1) To graduate from breaking people to breaking entire families and dynasties. It’s so much more fun, you know? She hardly got a kick out of creating her own empire, the real thrill is causing someone else’s to crumble.

2) Making sure that baby brother doesn’t bite the two hands that fed him all these years. Her biggest fear is that Giuliana will think she can be the Geppetto to their Pinocchio.

3) To break as many people as possible, and have fun doing it!

4) Staying away from her children and Selena as much as humanly possible.

5) Instill fear into the hearts of all those who cross her.

6) Remain eternally youthful.

What potential plots do you foresee for this character?

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PARA SAMPLE

“When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil. When full, starve them. When settled, make them move.” Sun Tzu. The perfect piece of wind down literature to calm oneself to. Before Celine could begin to appreciate the quote in applying it to her own superior art of war, something that could only be a fucking banshee tore across the hall. A serine crimson smirk twisted into a quick grimace before her immaculate features turned completely neutral. Kiah’s sobs reverberated through walls that Celine had so been meaning to soundproof. Her assistant’s first task in Rome would be to create a place to retreat into utter silence. Pink silk slid against white satin as Celine reluctantly slipped out of bed. With one swift movement her manicured hand cupped her cool glass of wine. Rose colored robes bellowed around her, feathering against the floor with the momentum she used in approaching the doorway.

Leaning against the doorframe, bored eyes drank in the sight of spoiled girl fighting with her father. As Kiah alternated between screaming and crying, she decided the scene was rather unflattering. Sure, this was an acceptable tactic for Celine as an infant, back when she lacked basic motor skills. It wasn’t until she was finally a toddler that she realized there were far more respectable ways to get what she wanted. From the sound of things Harland was going to have to dangle his daughter’s- their daughter’s- bank account over her head until they landed in Rome. Unable to remember a time where she was in want for more money, Celine supposed she should pity those that were. However, the national debt was at an all time low, and she always regarded as cash dirty and unhygienic. What did it get you, really? Objects can be broken, considering the amount of tantrums she threw, Kiah should know that. A goddess’s currency was power, a concept her daughter failed to grasp.

Regardless, incessant arguing was a surefire way to kill the buzz provided by few glasses of wine and The Art of War. Serenity was the motivation for Celine’s swift intervention, eyes on her daughter as she approached, sipping her white wine. Red nails found their way across Harland’s wide muscular back, and it was no surprise when he visibly relaxed. “Mon cherì, let me know if I need to purchase four plane tickets- or three.” Not bothering to address Kiah with even a glance, she pressed a quick kiss to her husband’s cheek before descending the stairs. At least Zaine knew how to be quiet.

In the kitchen, Celine was greeted by the only tolerable child in the household; her Persian cat Jinx. Not to be mistaken for a family cat, Jinx spared not a single should from her wrath, save for Celine. Everyone avoided the furball, even Lucien, because the hate radiating off of her was palpable. It made her even more ruthless than Celine, and she loved and respected Jinx for that. It was clear the feline appreciated the sudden peace and quiet, as did her owner who was now topping off her glass of wine. “Rome. Jinxy.” Celine purred against soft fur as she scooped the cat against her chest. “We’re going to rule Rome.”

EXTRAS

001) Celine is bisexual, but prefers being with men because there’s something less thrilling in manipulating women.

002) She’s very into fashion, but in a classic way. Celine doesn’t like to display labels but there’s always the need to be the need to be the best dressed woman in the room.

003) Celine fawns and fusses over Christian, not because’s she’s genuinely concerned for his well being. Everyone watching, including them both, need to be subconsciously reminded that Celine was the number one woman in his life. She’s in charge.

004) White wine over red, because the latter stains your teeth, darling.

005) She spends more time with her cat Jinx than she does with her own children.

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