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alwaysonf1 · 6 months

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are they flirting?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Mild Language.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: And this my loves, is the end of 'A Week.' Forever is within reach.

Charles’ every thought is filled with things regarding the way Iman dances. The schedule meant that there were two games that would happen while they were filming. Everyone was given the choice to go or not to go, but all of them jumped at the chance to experience the energy of the first night.

And despite how even now Charles wants to deny it, he’s more than just fascinated by this part of college life that he never would have gotten to experience. No, most of his interest lies with the girl with the bright smile dancing along to the band’s rendition of New Edition’s “Can You Stand the Rain.” Every move is made with a fluidness and grace that most only attribute to ballet.

As it winds down, and the girls take their seats he finds himself wishing for a repeat of the same performance. Maybe then he could look at all of them and not just stare at Iman the entire time.

Movement to his left draws his attention and breaks him out of embarrassing himself if Iman caught him looking at her for so long. He sees Lewis embracing someone and he assumes it’s a friend of Iman’s mom, but when they pull away, he’s met with the smiley face of Logan Sargeant.

The young Williams’ driver is chatting it up with Lewis as if they’re best friends. All while Charles can’t remember a time, he’s ever seen them interact. He’s not even sure he’s ever seen them look at each other.

It’s confusing and as if sensing his gaze, they both turn to look at him. Lewis wears a smirk and Logan’s smile is just as bright as when Charles first looked their way.

“Hey, Charles.”

“Hello.”

The silence following that greeting is loud, even in a loud stadium. As seconds tick by Logan’s expression morphs into confusion and then Charles watches as he looks to Lewis and the lightbulb clicks on.

“Oh! Sorry for crashing. I had some time to fly out here and I like to visit Iman when I can. Lewis said it would be fine for me to come since this is the last day of filming.”

That answers so little, but it does give Charles an opening.

“You know her?” he asks.

The smile returns. “Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Met at some of the competitions here.”

His explanation makes sense. Iman seems to have been somewhat involved with her brother and mother’s line of work all her life, even if it was in a more covert way. That meant she probably crossed paths with many drivers, even him, without any of them knowing who she was or her relation to Lewis. But Logan seems to know.

“Hold on. Have you always known about her? Them?”

Lewis laughs and Logan joins in. The other drivers walk over, their attention drawn away from the game that restarted. Most seem as confused as Charles was, but they greet the American driver warmly, nonetheless.

“He didn’t know until they were like eleven or twelve. They were already friends and she wanted me to meet him. We trusted him to keep the secret and he hasn’t let it slip even a little bit. In fact, he was on my side about not doing this at first, but hey, you know how siblings are, they get their way.”

“Really? You both lost against her?” Alex asks, amused.

“I rarely win against her. She knows how to divide and conquer, so she made some good points and so I helped her convince Lewis.”

“Giving yourself a lot of credit there with that help, huh Sargeant?” Lewis jokes.

Logan nudges him and laughs. “She’s the one who tells it like that. We both know I was there to just nod.”

This comradery is shocking. Charles feels like he’s in an alternate universe as he sees them talk and laugh together. He turns to look at his teammate and sees the confusion he knows is on his face too. Somehow, he’d managed to just accept that Logan of all people has known, but this dynamic change between the drivers is the real stunner.

It takes a bit, but he zones back into the conversation between the two.

“Like that time, she called my dad an ass and some things I’m just not comfortable repeating,” Logan says.

“Is he still scared of her?”

“Yup. He said something dumb, that’s on him.”

That subject is one Charles is interested in, but a throat clear draws his attention to Daniel.

“Any particular reason you didn’t want to?” Daniel asks.

“She’s my baby sister, I always want to protect her from how things can get. Ya know?”

A chorus of agreement sounds because everyone gets it.

Charles definitely knows. What he often deals with in the industry and with the media was the same, but also different from what Lewis got hit with. Sometimes he wanted to keep his family far away from the spotlight, but he left the choices in their hands and did what he could to limit some of the stuff that people would write and say about them for clicks.

The arena erupts in cheers, forcing the groups’ attention on the field. Southern’s team is leading by far and they’ve made another touchdown. The joy of the players can be seen by the way they celebrate in the end zone and Charles is reminded of how much he likes the camaraderie in sports. It’s there, but not as strong in motorsport. An expected outcome when even your teammate is a rival for a win.

For the rest of the game, they’re focused on the football part of it. It’s a good game and though the team is running away with the win it has its tense and exciting moments. When it ends, they allow everyone else to make their way out, post celebration, and then head to the tunnel that Iman told them to meet her. She’s already there near the exit with her bag and changed into her outfit for dinner. The green dress she’s wearing compliments her brown skin and fits her perfectly.

As they reach the last few feet Logan moves to take the lead. He jogs to her, and Iman drops her bag to hug him tight. There’s an uncomfortable churn in Charles’ stomach.

“Hey, Lo. Didn’t know you were coming,” Iman says.

“I had time and Lewis said it would be fine. Plus, it’s your last season. Have to see my big sister perform as much as I can.”

Logan removes himself from the hug and puts some distance between them as he says it. From the way Iman’s eyes narrow Charles can tell it’s a wise decision.

“It’s less than a year difference, you dork.”

“Still a difference.”

“Wait, how old are you?” Lance asks.

“Uh…”

“She’s twenty-three,” Lewis says.

Daniel coughs. “Twenty-three?”

“You don’t remember your age?” Charles asks.

Iman gasps and lightly slaps his arm, which makes him laugh. “It’s a fresh twenty-three. And there are too many numbers in my head to keep track. And to answer the question I know is there, I took a little over a year for a gap. It involved working as a mechanic and traveling. If I wasn’t in GA or deep within the Mercedes or Williams areas, you would have run into me at almost every grand prix.”

A weird feeling fills Charles. He doesn’t like that they could have met sooner and didn’t. He gets why, but for some reason he wishes he’d gotten the chance. Though if he's honest the reason isn’t that mysterious to him, he’s just pushing it out of his head. He can’t linger on it for too long or he’ll do something stupid.

“But enough about that. We need to leave now to get to the restaurant on time. All questions can be asked there.”

And with that she picks up the bag - which is then taken by Logan - and they all follow her out to the cars. She gets into the one Logan is driving. Lewis does as well and without question Charles follows them. He’s been attached at the hip to the Hamilton siblings all week, so he finds no reason not to be now.

And he ignores the smirk on Carlos and Daniel’s faces as they watch him go.

Once inside Logan pulls off while Iman puts the address into the GPS. Then she turns up the volume to a song and both of them basically scream the lyrics as if they’re the only two there. Charles looks to Lewis who is amused and looks at them in adoration. He finds himself smiling and humming along to the song, but let’s them have their moment.

Minutes into the drive, and a few songs later, Charles’ eyes shift to the rear view mirror just as Iman looks into it. She sees him and winks, all while continuing what has turned into screeching.

The dumb smile on his face can’t be helped.

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Laughter fills the restaurant, the three tables they’re using all having various different conversations but all in a happy, upbeat mood. Things were a little awkward when everyone arrived, no one knew where to sit and were clearly uncertain with how the tables should mix. Iman had to take control and get them to sit anywhere, even if that meant it was between two drivers.

Iman found herself in between Logan and Charles, with Lewis right across from her. All three were carrying the conversation while she ate off her and Logan’s plates, her mind mostly consumed with eating as much as the oddly delicious asparagus while refusing to order more.

Before she knew it both of theirs was gone and a pout formed on her lips. One that she’s hyper aware of to the point that she shakes her head a little and pulls it together. Reminding herself that she’s being silly.

Her stomach doesn’t get the memo though. It does a weird swirl, and it makes her wonder if she should order more of it. She shakes her head and tunes back into the conversation, focusing on the way Logan wheezes as he laughs at something that Lewis said. Something that Iman knows wasn’t that funny, but that the two of them clearly think lists her brother as king of comedy.

It's almost a reflex as she turns to meet Charles' gaze and give him an eye roll about their theatrics. He’s wearing a bright smile and laughing softly, but with the way he looks at her Iman knows that laughter is largely because the two men are ridiculous.

Having that sort of connection makes her feel sane and pushes a laugh of her own out. But it causes an itch in her throat and before it can get any further, she reaches for her drink. Just as it reaches her lips her eyes notice her plate is no longer in front of her and instead it’s one that looks like it once held what Charles ordered.

Iman’s eyes move back to the man, and he’s immersed in the conversation with a producer and Lance. She stares at him for a while, lips parting to speak and then his head turns toward her. Charles winks at her, motions toward the plate, and then rejoins his conversation.

A soft grin forms on her lips and she grabs her fork, digging into what she promises herself will be the last of her new found addiction for the night. Mid chew she looks up and meets Logan’s gaze and he has a smirk on his face. His eyes twinkle with amusement and a knowing look that she hates to see on him. It’s the signal that he’s either going to say something she won’t like that he knows something that she doesn’t or something she doesn’t want to address.

Quickly she swallows the vegetable and glares at him.

“Shut it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Liar.”

His hand moves to his chest, and he fails an expression of faux hurt. “I would never.”

Yet again Iman finds herself rolling her eyes, but when she stops her attention is on her brother who wears a similar expression to Logan’s from moments ago.

“I’m sick of your shit.”

Lewis gapes. “Mine?”

“Both of yours.”

“Hey. I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s mean!”

Exasperated is not a fitting enough word for how she feels in the moment about their antics. Despite her ignoring certain signs and feelings herself she’s smart enough to not ignore them noticing all of that. And the fact that they want to comment and encourage it. No one ever tells the cons to having the world’s biggest cheerleaders by your side.

“Either of you open your mouths to say anything that’s running through those brains of yours when you speak again, and I’ll pop you.”

Both lean a bit away from her at that and a smile forms because she knows they won’t push it. At least not for the night. There’s no universe where she’s delusional enough to think that the subject is dropped forever.

Lewis breaks the ice first, asking her questions about the rest of her season and making a joke that he’s going to be spend more time on the plane this season than he has all the others. From there it’s jokes and catching up with each other. Those close to them join in here and there, some even bring their chair to their part of the table to talk. At some point Charles joins back into the mix and he speaks like he’s been in on all the jokes as long as they have. And he ensures that her water is always topped off and slips her a piece of the cake she swore she wants none of.

By the time the night is over it’s like a peaceful high. They all head back to the hotel, Lewis got her a room for the night, and it’s both hard and easy for her to drift off at ease. In the morning they met for breakfast as their last meeting before everyone, except Logan, were headed to the airport. There were hugs all around and Charles is the last to embrace her, both of them lingering longer than the norm.

She and Logan wave to them until the vans are out of sight. With them officially gone Iman sighs and turns to head back into the hotel. Logan is giving her a look, his brow raised a little as he grins like the cheshire cat.

“Shut up.”

“Nope.”

She walks away and he keeps up with her quick pace and as the elevator doors close, he has a million and one questions and opinions on a situation he got to experience for less than twenty-four hours.

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cher-rei · 4 months

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afterglow- pt.3 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

[wc: 2,5k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

genre(s): friends?? to lover, work romance, fluff

"do you have everything?"

charger. phone. apartment keys. suitcase. wait did I say charger?

"uh huh," you answered your sister and closed the trunk of the car, giving her one last hug before joining the staff on the bus that was parked outside of the main office building, along with the team bus.

you watched as she drove away into the early morning. 6:56 to be exact which meant that the sky was covered in hazy clouds, giving into the dusky look despite it being morning. you let out a breath and watched as the cloud of condensation formed.

you put in your airpods and shoved your free hand into your pants pocket. the drive wasn't long and you had to be on the field to oversee training for some clips so you dressed comfortably. a pair of navy blue nike parachute pants, a navy blue sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath and a pair of new balance.

the stroll to the bus was quiet, your mind elsewhere as you watched the staff members roll onto the bus after putting their luggage away. you sent a smile clara's way after she waved at you, and you were mentally preparing yourself to sit beside her during the ride when you were caught off guard by someone tapping your shoulder.

with eyes wide in shock, you whipped around to face the reason for your mini heart attack.

"oh," you sighed thankfully and paused your music when you saw klopp standing in front of you, an apologetic smile on his face.

"good morning to you too," he greeted with a chuckle and you returned it with a sheepish nod before falling into a brief conversation about today's match and it took a bit for you to realise that you had to get in the bus where everyone was waiting.

"jamie's watching the match today?"

you stifled a laugh at curtis' entrance, watching as the group's manager gave him a pat on the back. "she'll be watching most of our matches curtis. I told you this already."

curtis let out a knowing hum as the rest of his teammates piled onto the bus, making sure to greet you. he paid close attention to one person in particular however and suddenly had a light bulb moment.

"is she joining us on the bus?"

you quickly shut him down which caused klopp to let out a breathy laugh but curtis was adamant and didn't want to back down.

he took a few steps forward and swiftly took your suitcase out of your hand and gave it to the driver to put away before you could even fight him for it. "wouldn't you rather be accompanied by people your age? we don't want you to die of boredom the entire ride."

you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing very well what he was doing. "It's just an hour. I'll be fine."

you were about to take off when curtis shot his boss a look that took the older man a moment to register. "uh jaime," he called out after you. "you're more than welcome to join us. I think it'll be less of a hassle too, seeing as we'll get out at the hotel together as well."

you've got to be joking.

you let out an even heavier sigh. "no se--"

"--don't worry. you can sit next to me," curtis chimed in effortlessly and slung his arm around your shoulders as he led you onto the bus, talking about how much fun you two were going to have on the ride.

and to be honest. it wasn't a terrible experience.

when you got in it earned quite a few surprise looks considering that it was curtis of all people who got you on the bus.

when you walked over to the middle of the bus with him, you were met with a very confused alexis. "uhm?"

"well, give the lady her seat," curtis said and gestured for him to get up and you couldn't help but shoot alexis the most apologetic look you could muster up.

he stifled a laugh as he watched curtis point to the seat next to alisson. he reluctantly got up of course and pat you on the shoulder. "I should be the one apologising to you."

you sighed as you checked your uploaded Instagram story, trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were out on a soccer field at 7 in the morning.

everyone had just gotten back from checking into their hotel rooms and to your luck you were sharing a suite with clara. she was only a year older than you were but she was the sweetest person you'd ever met.

she was rather soft-spoken and kept her life behind the camera. which was exactly what she was doing right now as she took some pictures of the practice session so that it could be uploaded.

practice had started slow but that didn't mean that it was boring. you watched with your lips pursed, eyeing one player in particular before turning to clara who was a bit further away. she shared the same expression as you, one of utter shock.

you put your hand in front of your mouth and mouthed something to her. "he looks so hot."

in return, she gave you an eager nod and waved you over to look at the pictures that she had taken. there were a lot of things that you wanted to say in that moment but you had to hold back for multiple reasons.

both you and clara had to pretend to seem like you were actually doing your job instead of fangirling. "It's illegal to look this damn good."

from beside you clara stifled a laugh and gave you a brief look to see you staring at the footballer, a glint of something in your eyes that she couldn't quite make out.

"he doesn't have a girlfriend," she said with a smile and turned back to the front and took a few more pictures.

it took a moment for you to register her comment. "what difference does that make?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow. "I mean at least I won't get jumped for looking at him, but still."

you hadn't expected clara to laugh as hard as she did. your joke really wasn't that funny but it had the girl doubling over, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter as well when she snorted. you tried your best to calm her down but it just made it worse.

"dude everyone's looking at us," you managed out breathlessly. "the joke wasn't even funny."

clara shook her head in disagreement and wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks that were blood red. "I'm sorry--" she apologized with a snicker. "I just imagined you getting into a fight with a girl and you would get bodied so hard."

your jaw dropped in offence and a slight blush rose to your cheeks. "we're done here."

clara watched as you jokingly stormed off and smiled to herself. "you can do more than just look at him though!"

you whipped around in shock at how loud she had said that. but luckily no one was paying any mind to your little argument and carried on with what they were doing. "clara stop!"

about 10 minutes later the videographers had gotten their cameras rolling and it had brought you back to your presentation that had to be ready by next week thursday. entertaining alternatives. how were you supposed to think of any entertaining alternatives?

as an influencer yourself you took into account that you hadn't posted anything in a while and spent most of your time twitch streaming. you started on tiktok in late 2021 and blew up not too long after. there wasn't much to it— you were pretty and people found you funny but it wasn't much of a job for you since you posted anything you felt like.

but your twitch career was something that you'd always wanted to take a leap into, so when you grew a big enough following you started your account with your now ex boyfriend who was still going about his career as per normal.

to the public your breakup was ended on mutual terms and it was stated that you felt that you were better off as friends. he cheated on you with your best friend. there was nothing mutual about that at all.

you dated for nearly three years before you found out, but you weren't even sure how long they had been seeing each other. and you didn't tend to find out. you needed to get away, so the second you got the chance you moved out of your mother's house in london and moved to liverpool since your sister was here.

and luckily she was more than happy to let you come and live with her for a bit until you got your own place. it was just her, her husband noah, and her 4-year-old son alex who were away visiting noah's parents back in london.

it's been a year now. a very quiet year at that seeing as you distanced yourself from your friends who had in fact known about your boyfriend cheating. but you were happy and that's all that mattered.

oh shit, I have an idea.

"ali. my man." you greeted with a smile and gave the goalkeeper a high five but it was obvious that he was either concerned or suspicious that you were standing in the net with him.

he chuckled at your sudden mood shift and continued to put on his gloves since everyone was getting ready for some shot practice. and frankly it was the viewers favourite segment to watch.

you slowly wandered through the net, taking a look around. "It's nice in here. you come around here often?"

the older man chuckled at your rather cute yet amusing joke. "yes I do actually. how about you?"

you shook your head to the side and took a deep breath. "I prefer to be on the pitch. I'm all for the action you know?"

you watched as he eased more into the conversation and played along, and you couldn't help but smile. "hm, you seem like the type. I heard that you played until you finished high school. center forward right?"

a smile drew to your lips at the fond memories, leaning back into the post as you nodded your head. "I was like if chloe kelly and leah williamson had a baby."

ali wasn't the only one to laugh this time. from the other side of the field you could hear jurgen laughing along with the videographers. you hadn't noticed that your interaction was being filmed but at least it was something new.

you turned back to the goalkeeper with a hopeful smile, "that's actually what I wanted to talk-- dude!"

harvey nearly hit you with the ball. well technically he did, but alisson was able to jump in front of you and catch it just in time. you stood behind him in slight distraught and tried to fully process what had just happened.

"let's switch up practice a bit and use jamie as bait," harvey exclaimed and raised his hand with a proud smile. "all in favour say I!"

you scoffed in disbelief to see everyone on the team raise their hands. you were so close to jumping that garden gnome but ali stopped you and told you to carry on talking. this was the equivalent to a trust fall to be frank, but you were desperate and tried to doge the ball everytime it was kicked so that he could save it.

"okay, so basically trent and I kind of have a bet going on right now."

a chuckle left the goalkeeper's lips as he sent the ball back drawin's way while harvey urged everyone to kick the ball a little harder. "a bet? are you two fake dating?"

you pulled a face at the accusation. "ew no."

as if.

"long story short— the garden gnome wanted to tussel but I said no and then he threw trent under the bus and I was like 'hey why not?' but he won't let me because he's obviously scared that I'm gonna beat him and the only way he'll let me is if I can get a goal past you."

you didn't even bother taking a breath in between anything you said and surprisingly ali got it all. he got up from the floor with a deep breath and handed you the ball to kick out, and you did so with ease and made sure to send harvey a look.

"so you want me to help you with this so you can beat trent, but I'm also assuming this has something to do with your idea for 'alternative entertainment'," he said as he ran through your rant again and you gave him an eager nod.

you probably looked like a child to him. oh gosh.

you took a step to the side and got ready to hide behind him as you saw trent get the ball ready. "how did you know?"

"you kept on mumbling 'alternative entertainment' over and over for like five minutes while you were standing behind the post."

you eyes widened a fraction and you gave an embarrassed smile. "oh. that's nice."

that earned another chuckle and a reassuring pat on the back. "I'm in. just tell me when your pitch is approved and we can start."

it was finally match time, and everyone had started filing out of the tunnel at molineux stadium. it was 4:50 p.m with ten minutes left till kick-off with the team was on the pitch for warm-ups.

you were sitting peacefully by yourself behind the barricade, your camera out as usual to take a few pictures of your own and checked on the tags on twitter for some feedback from supporters. the stadium was fairly rowdy but since it wasn't a home game the atmosphere wasn't anything in comparison.

it was a few minutes before kick-off when you felt someone slide into the seat beside yours. you glanced at trent from the corner of your eye before returning your attention back to your phone screen. "fancy seeing you here."

trent wasn't playing today due to a minor hamstring injury but he wasnt expected to come and watch the match. you heard him mumble under his breath, something about you being british but you brushed it off and got back to what you were doing on your phone.

neither of you said anything for quite a bit of time and kept your focus solely on the game in front of you which had taken a turn just seven minutes in when lee chan scored for wolverhampton.

"fuck," you muttered and sat back in your seat, trying your best to read the game.

from beside you trent couldn't help but glance over at you every so often. he watched as you bit your bottom lip in concentration which caused an unfamiliar feeling to swell up for him.

he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying his best to gain your attention. "I'm sorry about earlier. is your arm okay?"

you turned to look at him with a teasing glint in your eyes but your expression remained neutral. "yeah, I'm fine or whatever. i'm not the one with the hamstringy injury."

he nodded his head slightly and turned to the field once again half debating with himself over whether or not you were being sarcastic or not. silence took over for another 10 minutes before he mustered up the courage to say something again.

"were you serious about the whole 'if leah williamson and chloe kelly had a baby' thing?"

an amused smile drew to your lips. "well that's for you to find out when you're ready to play again."

trent stifled a laugh at your confidence and he felt the acceptance sink in. he didn't quite know what it was that intrigued him but he was willing to find out. he just found you strange that's all. and he was having quite the time giving into the banter and your overflowing confidence.

he couldn't lie and say that he didn't find it fun. the entire game he had to fight back the urge to laugh because of something you said or a comment you made about some of the players.

"do you think darwin would drop his hair routine if I asked?"

"£20 says that robbo tries to tussel with someone."

"I totally forgot that shorty was on the field. nah garden gnome suits him better."

"I just know for a fact that domi's face card never declines. I mean he's my lockscreen wallpaper for a reason."

it got to the point where he had to take a moment and sink into his seat anytime he wanted to laugh. at some point, jurgen came to join the two of you to rant about how you weren't scoring anything and it was near half time but you gave him some reassurance.

"we always come back second half though. just throw them all with some water to wake them up and you'll get at least two goals I'm sure."

were you right? of course you were. lightwork.

cody, robbo and an own goal.

there were eight minutes of added additional time so you took the time to relax, after 90 minutes of screaming and complaining. and you started to notice that trent was warming up to you and actually made conversation.

progress.

"you tagged me in your story? are you even allowed to do that?" he asked and you shrugged your shoulders, not seeing a problem with it.

you quirked your brow. "do you have a girlfriend?"

trent's lips parted in shock at the question, not sure how to respond or what you meant by it. he didn't know how long he spent looking at you lost in thought but it felt like eternity. "no."

"then yes, I am allowed to do that."

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sexydoffyman · 11 months

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Hi!! May I request an age gap between top male reader(21-26) and Corazon(39, he survived!)? Where Rosi went back to work for the Marines, reader is also started working for them quite recently, and they have consensual fun (dry humping, teasing, anything you want but no penetration) sneaking around during company time! Could you make it detailed? No need for flowery language tho!

Thank you<3<3<3

SECRET AGENT HUH?

genre: smut

word count: 549

A/N: sorry it took so long!

It was twelve years since Rosinante joined the Navy again. Of course, he had to recover from all of his wounds and injuries. It was a fight for his life with how many bullets went through his body. But he achieved his goal. He saved the kid. Even though he did want to travel on adventures with him, something about the Navy was calling him back.

His brother was also imprisoned which left Rosinante feeling safe again. He didn't want to be in a high position, so he kept doing his job as a "secret agent." His job wasn't complicated and he had time to chill around the base during his work hours. What a life he had.

Nobody bothered him since he was really good at hiding from his supervisors. His devil fruit also helped him with avoiding arousing people's suspicion. When someone was looking for him, they would have no luck finding him. He was happy with his current position.

You knew all this. How? Well, you had the same job as him "secret agent." When you found out about him, your interest was peaked. You couldn't resist finding out more about him. He may have thought that he was invisible to everyone. He was wrong.

He saw you walking around the spot where he liked to hang out the most. He thought that he caught you off guard when he saw you sneaking around this place. That was your plan tho. You wanted him to be aware of your presence. His plan was to avoid you as he really didn't care.

"Why are you running away from me, pretty boy?" You asked your question which startled him, making him fall down the stairs. He quickly looked up to scold you since he knew you were younger than him. But he was met with the sight of an empty hallway. A person walking by him would think he was angry or annoyed because of his expression. That was not the fact tho.

He chuckled. You finally got his attention. Now he was trying to find you. And of course, he couldn't finds you. You were sly and clever. You really didn't expect the tall older man to pin you against a wall. He pushed his tongue into your mouth.

After a while of you letting him do whatever he wanted. You roughly dragged him into a random room that was used to store documents. He was surprised by your dominant personality. But he definitely enjoyed you having your way. You started to touch his crotch, which was already hard as a rock.

You were playing with him for a while. He was making sweet silent sounds. He needed to relieve himself, so he rubbed himself on your thigh. You let him enjoy all the pleasure he was in.

Then something unexpected happened. A person walked in on you two. You looked at them in horror as you realized that you were just caught slacking. To your surprise, the tall man laughed. "Young boys enjoying their time huh!" he laughed at both of you. It was Garp. You were glad it was him and not anyone else. Garp left laughing to himself.

You gave Rosinante a glance when both of you decided to just continue doing your thing.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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repeat rebound Ch.3 repeating nights like this

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (ft.jeonghan sex)

Genre: Crack, smut

word count: 6k

tags: ft. other members (jeonghan, vernon, and mingyu), weddings, coffee meet-cutes, morning sex, cigarettes, alcohol, little sugar baby!reader, wedding planner!soonyoung, fingering, oral (receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, spitting, cum swaping

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: so i had a lot of fun writing this with no plan of how it was gonna go, but i am so satisfied with how this turned out. RR is like a social experiment at this point. REPOSTING DUE TO PREVIOUS ERROR. and pls read on desktop and not the app, its being weird rn.

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok @darthlunaa

The coupon was created the first time you ever broke up with Chan, which of course Jeonghan had to have been there for too. You were obsessed with your boyfriend at the time, when weren’t you, so you were devastated. You were bawling out your eyes, questioning the world how he could do this to you. All the young, sad, hopeless romantic stuff. This prompted Jeonghan the opportunity to propose ‘the coupon’.

It entails one night of meaningless sex, no questions, with both consenting parties and no further discussion about the sex after. It was like it had never happened. Both you and Jeonghan had this coupon, an invisible one, promised by the sincerity of word, and with no expiration. You never expected that you would actually use it and knew Jeonghan had enough respect for you that he wouldn’t use his. As it turns out, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Married, huh? He was too hot to be drinking alone.”

His cigarette smoke clogs the room’s air and wafts into your nose. You exhale it out, burying your naked body into the sheets. That one was one of the few things you never did like about him. He enjoyed a bit of tobacco once in a while, especially after sex, so you heard, and it just wasn’t something you could overlook in a partner. You dismissed Jeonghan as an option for a romantic partner long ago.

Digressing, that wasn’t the point. Jeonghan wasn't the issue, you were and your shit love and sex life. It had become so shit, you were fucking your best friend of all people to…relieve it. It had become codependency at some point: you and sex.

“I feel so stupid. What is wrong with me?”

Jeonghan digs the remains in his personal ashtray, and lays his head against the palms behind his head, turning to your side in concern. “Nothing is wrong with you, there’s never been anything wrong with you. You know that.”

You scoff back dubiously at him, “Yeah, do I? Can you just open up a window, please?”

He rolls his eyes and obliges, sliding out of bed, and exposing what he had, or lack thereof, underneath. His lean back side faces you as the duvet drops from his limbs, his fair and flawless skin that looked tempting and smooth to the touch, almost too perfect to mark. You shield your eyes away as if you hadn’t already seen all of it, all of him, all of last night.

“With clothes please.”

He chuckles as if he knows what you’re thinking. “It’ll be quick.”

You knew this would be someone he’d have to hold against you, hence why you wouldn’t even dream of doing this in the first place, but arousal speaks louder than words. Nothing had been going right for you that night and the last thing you wanted was for you to get someone in a goddamn relationship involved. It was time to cut your losses.

He cracks open the window, nothing big, just enough that smoke can pass through, but not enough to give a view. Eyes still resisting his presence, you feel him join you back in bed, gazing back at you, and it was nice. “Want to go another round?”

You give him a knowing grin, “Coupon only entails one night.”

“Says who?” He retorts back with a cheeky smile.

“Said you when you made it up. It’s morning right now. I’m sure you understand the concept of time.”

He draws himself a little closer to you, the intimacy he offers all too enticing to reject. “I can make an exception. Sounds like you need it. A little TLC.”

He pairs your hips together, flaccid cock now twitching against your thigh. His lips push pressure against yours, hand running over your shape, a low satisfied hum leaving his lips. A soft moan escapes you as you kiss him back, and you get a light sensation in your body that makes you feel weightless, everything is where you needed it to be. Somehow, Jeonghan sensed that. “You look even pretty like this…how do you do that?”

“What, like with bed head and dehydrated skin?” You chuckle against his lips.

“Yeah, even then,” he whispers with a smile.

He throws you in his lap, and a girlish squeal emits on your end. Lips attach to one another once again, and you find yourself indulging more of his time. You ride his body, his length’s warmth plunged in your core, unmoving, but pleasurable even without. He let you use him, easing your tension instead of building it up, touching you, and offering you nothing but bliss. It was sweet, Jeonghan always was.

“Oh, Jeonghan…”

And he was the best friend you could ask for.

“You feel so good,” you giggle helplessly, cupping his cheeks.

Your hips move fluidly, melting into each other like the richest butter. His hands cradle your breasts, massaging them like warm dough meant to be carefully kneaded. There was something comforting, something reassuring, that you couldn’t help but appreciate. It gave you a certain high, a somewhat calming one that blurs your sense, it was a high in your body that could only do good.

Was it mind-numbing sex? No, but it was what you needed.

He then slides down his hands to cup your ass, working his knuckles in your flesh, squeezing their pillowy surface. Your moans, as surprising as it sounds, come out so naturally. You repeat his name like a mantra, all while Jeonghan’s head throws back into his pillows, grunting, whining, doing whatever he was doing because whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You liked hearing his voice, new yet familiar, crying out to you, obsessing over you, making you feel desired like you meant something.

“You feel so fucking good…” Even when he was cussing, it was heavenly. Cathartic even.

You had this airy way you laughed you couldn’t help yourself. It blended with the movement of your hips, harboring a climax between your thighs. Jeonghan was gonna remember this and all of last night for a long time. “Yes, yes, mmh, Jeonghan…”

With a permanent smile on his face, he watches you double over as you cum all over his rubber-coated cock and his hands embrace your sweaty backside. He listens to your shaky breath, orgasming ostentatiously loud in his ears. Adrenaline was rushing through his body at the same time his hot cum was rushing out.

He paints the inside of his rubber white, elevating his heart rate. Still smiling, he takes deep breaths, remembering to breathe, “Fuck, I’m gonna need another cig.”

You stopped the session there, after a nice hot shower anyways (Jeonghan coming by to save water), rejecting his offer for breakfast saying you had places to be, but kissed him goodbye and, rather slowly with tobacco and spearmint fresh on his tongue. It all ends at that. Never to be spoken of again. At least you hope.

“Hi.”

You falter in your steps, turning to see another familiar face walking down the stairs to the front lobby, looking like he’s ready for a good day’s work in a nice button-down and slacks. It was a sight to see considering you had only seen it in pictures before, but he really did clean up well.

“Morning. Sleep well?” You ask in an attempt to make some light conversation.

Soonyoung quietly laughs to himself, noticing how the awkwardness radiates off your body or was there something else that had you absolutely glowing? “I think I slept alright. You?”

“Oh, uh…”

What do you even say? Didn’t get much sleep because I was busy filling up a bodily cavity that has nothing to do with teeth?

“Wait, none of my business,” he laughs off, and that relieves you, “I’ll see you around.”

You nod him goodbye, awkwardly so but as normal as possible, which wasn’t very likely. Nevertheless, it could've gone worst and for that, you were grateful it didn’t. One wrong move last night, you would’ve been a homewrecker, and he didn’t make that any easier for you. Maybe you really did need some time away from sex like Jeonghan first suggested, but were you really one to listen?

The sex was a good distraction from things other than your break up, if anything your break up was a distraction for something else: the failing economy. You were lucky enough to have some money from your previous job, which went nowhere may you add, to pull through for the next few months but you promised yourself that you’d find a new, better job in no time. Easier said than done and what have you been doing? Quite literally, fucking around.

You’re gonna be done with that, for now anyway.

And it was nothing to flush out-of-control sex hormones like an artisanal cup of coffee while you job search on your laptop in a cute little cafe. This was a nice change of pace. And you totally weren’t catching the glances at the cute head barista, whose name you found out to be Vernon by the way.

Okay, no. No, no. Back to it.

You’ve looked on endless worksite pages and have already applied to a few electronically, but none that screamed to you that it was your calling, not that anything ever did. In the past, you’ve worked jobs to get by and most recently landed one that paid the most out of anyone, but as most companies went, it made its employees drone on to an endless cycle of work-life imbalance. Probably why it took so long to realize your relationship was going to shit.

It was then your phone rang and fate played with you once again while you were in the middle of tittering between the job search and fantasizing about getting fucked in the breakroom by the brown-eyed barista. No doubt, your savior was on the other line ready to pull you away from this horny limbo. “Hey, Gyu. What’s up?”

“I need help from a good, good friend.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone of voice, contorting your lips anxiously. It was warm and inviting, for Mingyu anyway, but in a way, that ulterior motives were clear as day. “Okay, what the fuck, you sound creepy. What is it?”

“Now don’t be…hostile, but—“

“I hate this idea already.”

He lightly laughs on the other line. “I need a date for a Wedding.”

You sigh, already know where this is going. “It better not be the one I’m thinking of.”

“It might be.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“Okay, Okay,” he answers defensively, “I know it sounds bad, but…I promise I won’t…do much.”

Mingyu was many things and has questionable actions but none without reason. He and his ex had been in an on-and-off relationship and just when they’re in their off stage, she’s off getting married. He couldn’t believe it at first, hell, he couldn’t believe he was getting cheating on at first either. It was the first time he felt helpless in a long time.

“Are you seriously asking me to be your date for your ex’s wedding? Jinni. That ex. With the guy she cheated on you with. And you want me involved. Why?”

“I’ll pay you.” He bargains curtly.

You admit, hearing that may have intrigued you.

“I don’t want your stupid Scrooge McDuck money.”

“Three grand.”

Fuck.

You resist, digging into the flesh of your thigh. “…I don’t want your stupid three grand either.”

“Five grand.”

Man, you hated this guy. “Or your five grand.”

“Seven!”

Your eyes shoot open. “Stop shouting numbers!”

“Fine, Eight.”

You cup your phone’s speaker, worried as if some bystander can hear, “Shut up already, fine. I’ll help you…And send the 8k to my bank. You know which one. I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly hang up and shut your laptop close. You exhale a breath of relief, knowing you’d be able to pay off your expenses for a good few extra months and maybe get a nice dinner out of this too, hoping this doesn’t become a habit. You throw your things into your bag and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, grabbing the attention of Vernon, the barista, hurrying from behind the counter.

“Wait!” He stops you before you can leave, fiddling with something in his fingers.

“Yes?” You answer curiously.

An awkward smile cracks on his face, and you notice how he’s even more pretty up close when he can meet your eyes. “Did you happen to read what’s on the cup?”

You were confused by his question. “You mean my order?”

“Oh, no. Um. I left my number.” He confesses.

“Oh. I'm sorry, I actually didn’t see that.”

“It’s okay! Um, here actually.” He hands you the cafe's business card with a few holes already punched out and a hastily written number on the side, “Buy 5 more drinks and get two for free. One for you and one for me when you call the number on it.”

Okay, that was admittedly cute.

You bashfully laugh, accepting the card, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

You see him wave you bye when you leave and watch you walk out of sight so he can finally head back to his station. You look a little closer at the business card, endeared by the little cat drawing he drew next to his number, before stuffing it into the depths of your tote bag. “I hope that guy gets the meet-cute person he’s looking for. Sadly, it won’t be with me.”

The road to Mingyu’s place was strenuous as ever and you stand amongst architecturally beautiful steps leading you to his staff greeting you as you walk past them, smiling pristinely as they always have. It was haunting, almost. You’ve come by enough to familiarize yourself with the trail to his bedroom, finding him surprising you with an array of formal dresses he already had ready for you. Always like him to want to play dress up when he calls you out for these kinds of favors. You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing one arm over the other.

“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d say yes.”

He struts over you in unadulterated confidence, peering at you with raised brows and an amused smile. “Of course, I did. You’ve always said yes to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow him by the hand to join him by the clothing racks, seeing him already sorting through the variety. “Yeah, well, you always somehow know I’m in desperate need of money. Lucky you.”

He turns to you, a condescending pout on his lip, “Don’t worry about a thing. Daddy’s got you.”

“You call yourself that one more time, I’ll make sure you won't get to be a father any time soon.”

You met Mingyu through Jeonghan, and it didn’t take long to realize you and he was on complete opposite sides of the class spectrum. He came from polo practices and ate from the finest silverware, while you got by day by day, living off your resources (here came Mingyu). Jeonghan knew a lot of different kinds of people and you wonder how he could ever keep up. Especially this Mingyu.

This guy reeked of charm and money. He was chiseled like a young god and living up to his status and name, he got almost anything he wanted. He could have people falling at his feet if he tried, which you were sure some already had. You were almost convinced once. Almost. In fact, you’re the real exception. You saw through that obnoxiously perfect ruse. You saw an overly confident man that needed someone to humble him, so you became his friend. Maybe his only friend that tolerates more than what his money offers.

“One ass squeeze.”

“No.”

The tall man nudges your side, walking arm in arm, “It’ll make it more believable.”

You nudge him back twice as hard, hard enough to bruise, “2 kisses, and you can put your arm on my shoulders at any point of the night. I find that more than reasonable.”

He gave you a deadpan look before drawing his lips to your ear. “All that and one kiss with tongue.”

“Over your dead body.” You respond, gritting your teeth.

He snickers, tightening his grip. “Didn’t know you were into that—Hey gang!” He did not just—“This is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?”

You display a firm grin, playing along his sick facade, “Gyu, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Eight thousand dollars. Tonight you cost eight thousand dollars, so you were going to act that way. You sway in the finest silk and stood by Mingu every hour of that night, painfully grinning from ear to ear, playing up the role of his girlfriendly flawlessly just enough to get the stink eye from the bride herself. You pretended to feed each other, and called each other disgusting pet names, all while trying not to visibly cringe from the over-the-top cosplay.

“It’s only been a short while but, we just get each other. Like I’ve known her for thousands of lifetimes. We’re just perfect together, aren’t we, Pookie?”

“Mmh, hmm.”

He kisses your cheek chastely, hand gorilla gripping your hip, and you knock him back to his senses with your side, catching him before he falls. “You make me so happy, doll face.”

‘Kill me’, you thought to yourself.

Somewhere in the midst past the wedding food you could never buy yourself or the name-brand wedding favors that you may have swiped more than one of, a man in an earpiece can’t seem to take his eyes off you like he isn’t even trying. You take a peek at the man unable to tear his eyes away and recognized him instantly, even in a foreign get-up.

His hair was styled better than it was the last you saw him and sporting a suit that fits not only him delectably but the theme to a tee. Once again, you can’t seem to escape the grasp of ‘to be determined last name’ Soonyoung. He meets your eyes, looking as if he’s wanting to undress and devour you in your very seat, and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. You cross one leg over the other, clenching your warmth, and greet him politely with your eyes from your designated spot until he’s walking over and joining you.

He stands before you tall and daunting, unlike the warm smile on his face, “Y/n? I thought that was you.”

His presence urges you out of your seat in a flash, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress, “Soonyoung. I’m just as surprised as you are. Didn’t think you’d be planning this wedding too.”

“Well, the Chois wanted the best,” he chuckles with pride, “You look…incredible by the way.”

You could feel your body flush at the single compliment, or maybe it’s the eyes that can’t help but draw you in so effortlessly.

“She should, she’s with me tonight, ” Mingyu stands from his seat with his hand out, staring down at him, “Kim Mingyu. And I have it, you're Kwon Soonyoung? Quite the event you helped plan.”

Soonyoung shrugs, making himself to come off as humble, but fails while doing so. He glances your date's open hand and soon takes it in his, sharing a firm handshake. “All ideas of the bride and groom, I assure. I’m just doing the heavy lifting, Nice to meet you, Mingyu.”

Their eyes locked in with each other, having some sort of emasculating stare-down, pointlessly battling for dominance, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You ended it quickly by making your presence known, tugging Mingyu’s arm to keep up the ruse and serving Soonyoung an innocent smile. “It was nice seeing you, Soonyoung.”

He lets Mingyu go, sticking the hand in his pocket and reciprocating your kind approach. “You too, Y/n. Hope the next time is sooner than I hope and with less of a crowd.”

Soonyoung takes his leave, tending to his duties as the wedding planner, leaving you and Mingyu alone with more than enough questions from your curious date.

“What the fuck was that,” Mingyu pesters with an excited gasp.

“Shut up, nothing.”

MIngyu was doubtful. “He was literally eye fucking you when I’m right here. Pookie, you sex fiend.”

“Shut the hell up” you harshly whisper, “We had one night, I’d hardly call that fiendish behavior.”

“After all this, I want deets. When, where, and how long and thick?”

You pinch the flesh of his thigh, seeing him wince the tighter you squeeze, “I am not painting you a full picture, you pervert.”

Mingyu made a point to bother you about it every time eyes weren’t on you, poking fun about ‘how much fun you must’ve had,’ or asking how ‘long he lasted,’ earning a kick under the table every time. Otherwise, you acted like the perfect little girlfriend , sticking to Mingyu’s side like a fly in a sticky trap, drawing attention from more than the jealous bride.

Soonyoung kept a steady eye on your every move, noticing what you ate, didn’t eat, laughed for how long, or how close you pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder. You were his for a night and some change but could not stand the way you touched the guy. Your body and face exuded class that this guy could never compare. He could have you writhing under his tongue, crying under his lips, screaming at the occupancy of his cock, but you couldn’t. You were here with ‘what’s his face’ instead of cumming to the sound of his voice. He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t going to.

In the company of others, you tried ignoring the fact that Soonyoung was mere meters away, testing your patience, but he had already plagued your thoughts. You knew better than to stray from your mission tonight, eight thousand dollars were on the line. To the best of your ability, you placed your attention on Mingyu. That was until an unknown caller pops up on your phone screen while it vibrated. By pure instinct, you look up to find the very man you were trying to avoid from across the room, gesturing you to pick it up while his own was held up to his ear.

You smile sheepishly at Mingyu’s friends, excusing yourself from the table and taking the call privately as you walk away. Mingyu questions you for a moment but lets you see how much in a hurry you were, and smiles to himself. Once you were alone, you eyes shift form the floor to Soonyoung, proceeding the conversation like a paper cup telephone. “How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Jeonghan.”

“And he just gave it to you?” You ask, arching a brow in interest.

“He said no.” You snort at that. “So I looked through his Instagram, searched for your name, and voila, found your profile. Not safe for you to have your contact on public, may I say.”

You let out an amused hum, watching him walk your same pace in a pathless direction. “Wow, stalker much?”

“I figured since you came to my place unannounced, pretending to not know who I am, I’d consider us even,” he voices, laughing.

“Okay, okay. So why’d you call if you’re standing like 20 feet away from me?”

You stand parallel away from each other smiling, hearing his soft chuckles under his breath.

“Just wanted to say…you look really, really good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, “You already said that.”

“Thought it might come off more sincere if I told you more personally.”

You bite your lip, playing with the pocket of your dress with your free hand. “Well, thank you.”

“I’d really like to take…a closer look…maybe relive that night we first met…” he draws out that final statement suggestively, a familiar glint in his eye that you remember having you on your knees for him in an empty stairwell.

“Do you?” You can’t help but entertain.

“I bet I could make you cum harder now than I did that night.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull from that, cupping your phone speaker and look around to make sure no one else had heard that. You stare back at him in shock, and quite frankly, arousal, “Soonyoung, oh my god. You have a girlfriend.”

His eyes look off into the distance for a moment before training back on you. “We…ended things. Probably for good.”

The relief enters your body so quickly you forget to breathe and you clutch your phone to your ear, staring back at him more intently. “...So you’re just, what, booty calling me? In the middle of work?”

“Would that be so wrong? Your date isn’t exactly…entertaining you. Let me entertain you. That is in my job description.”

“I doubt means fucking your guests,” you playfully argue, “Even if I said yes, where would we even do that?”

He arches a brow, confidence splays on his face, “You think a wedding planner wouldn’t have rented a room in the wedding’s hotel for emergencies?”

You step behind a pillar, finally finding a comfortable level of privacy, “You want me that bad you’ll leave your post just to have sex?”

He laughs behind an identical pillar. You both stand away from the rambunctious guests, focus each other like you were the only two left in the room. He speaks directly into the mic of his phone, and you can hear the sincerity in the way he speaks. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I laid my eyes on you tonight. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

You sigh, scanning his body from where you stood, licking your lips at how the suit hugs his body perfectly, and despite being drastically the club outfit he once had on, this suit also did wonders to his figure. Soonyoung had an effect on you, no one you were willing to admit, but the word ‘no’ would just not roll off the tongue like it should’ve. “...I can’t do that now, can I?”

It didn’t take long for you to follow him to the empty room he mentioned, nor did he take long to push you up against a wall and crash his lips into yours in a feverish kiss. His hands roam the shape of you, slamming back at your hips belligerently back against the wall. He creeps through the convenient slip of your dress to immediately claim your sopping cunt underneath your drenched panties. You moan at that, feeling his digits draw a full layer of arousal to meet his knuckles and his deep snickers coat your ears. “You’re so fucking wet. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me too.”

His cock was hard against your thigh, fingers hooked up to meet your entrance. Lips against yours, he helps himself to slick through your moisture and eventually finds himself at home inside. Your stomach tenses up in reaction to the sensation as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back to your skull, while your nails dig into his quality dress shirt.

You nod at him with a hazy gaze, choking up at the drought withstanding in your throat, “I have, especially in that suit, made me want to rip it right off of you.”

He smiles at you expectantly, pressing his cheek to yours intimately. A sweet smile creeps on his face in contrast to the words that escape his lips. “Oh, can't even contain yourself the few minutes I’m around. Dirty slut.”

A thumb pressed to your clit, and you shift your legs, pressing your lips together to muffle your moans, “Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth or buried in my pussy…”

“You should see how much you look like you need me. How fucking desperate you’re sounding. What is it? He can’t make you cum, can he? Can’t make you scream his name like I do?”

He’s thrusting his fingers, the speed gradually picking up, and your fist slams against the wall behind you to his rhythm, your voice rich in lust music to his ears. “Mingyu can’t fuck you like I can…we both know it…so say it. Say how bad you want me.”

You gasp for breath, clenching your core, drowning in a state of euphoria that you haven’t felt since the night you hooked up with Soonyoung last. His brass language differs from his normally kind nature had you enthralled in a way you hadn’t before and it scared you. You knew thoughts of Soonyoung will only ever plague your mind from that moment on and despite knowing it, you can’t imagine telling him otherwise. Instead of denying such a feeling, you let your entrancement speak for you.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want to ruin me, I want you to fuck me, no one can fuck me like you or your dick does...”

He can’t help but match your manic grin, pressing a hungry kiss against you, letting go with your bottom lip caught in his teeth. His fingers pull away from your heat, settingly against your tongue before your lips wrap around it, tasting the nectar you bare. “You’re just the perfect little cock holder, aren’t you? Bed, face down, now.”

He pushes against the mattress, bitting the metal of the dress's zipper before pulling down and revealing your backside. He takes the same path up with his tongue, a long stripe licked up your spine before his lips land on your ear. His hands pick up your dress straps and pull them off your shoulders, slipping you out of your dress before kicking it aside. Your legs hang off the mattress like a limp rag doll and Soonyoung makes sure your ass presses against his crotch, boner poking through his slacks.

His hips rub into you assertively, hands kneading your breasts, tweaking your nipples, while his belt’s cold metal digs into your skin. You whine at that, pushing your back into him, feeling his hot chuckles make the hairs on your neck stand.

“Don’t make me have to handle you. I don’t fuck with brats, remember?”

He’s rough pulling down your panties, instinctively finding the oozing entrance made his fingers fit like a puzzle. The Palm of his hand slaps against your bare cheeks as he rams his fingers, just as intoxicatingly so moments ago. You bite down your moans in the duvet, perking your ass higher, and before you have time to process it, he buries his face in your divide. His tongue divulges between your cheeks and softly giggles in your warmth, fingers playing with your wet folds and clit that just makes your toes curl.

“Soonyoung!” You helplessly yelp and your weak form sinks into the sheets in a hot sweat, recognizing a development that you had yet realize until now.

His hand claps against your cheeks, muscle lost in your taste, stranded and victim to cum threatening to seep out your body. You writhe beneath, only encouraging him more, as your voice aches in torment and your thighs pressed against his face in utter submission. Tears swell up in your eyes the faster he thrusts, the deep he thrust, defiling you completely. That was when Soonyoung learn how much louder you could be when you submit to him completely. It was like he had you screaming bloody murder. That made him swell up in pride.

“Fuck…me, Soonyoung…” You hold a hand to your abdomen, throwing your voice ou to bounce off the ways, jerking your posterior back onto Soonyoung’s mouth and covering his tongue, the taste in his mouth shifting in a millisecond, but not any less scrumptious.

He licks up the last bit, sucking the remaining off his fingers, and flips you on your back. He towers over you, perspiration built up on his forehead, neck, and even leaking through his shirt. Not an ounce of remorse on his face, he takes his used fingers to pry your mouth open, dropping a long translucent trail of salvia and cum on the center of your tongue. He reconnects with your lips, feeling the vicious liquid stain his cheeks, and flavoring you mouth before he whispers, “swallow,” against your lips. You listen and do as you’re told, earning his praise immediately after.

“Good girl,” he compliments, kissing you more, this time tenderly and forgiving, only to pull away to pick up his jacket off the ground, fixing himself in the mirror.

You blink at him in confusion, still exhausted and drained, you start to sit up from the bed, watching him toss the outerwear back on his body, “W-what are you doing? Your clothes are still on.”

Soonyoung scoffs all smug, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection, “You can't honestly believe me I’d get myself hot and sweaty in the middle of my work.”

“But—“

“But nothing,” he retorts, “I’m going back to the wedding, finishing my job, and you are going back to your date.”

You lay in disbelief, glaring at the man that dragged you into the first place, “You aren’t seriously leaving me here. You didn’t even—you brought me here, finish what you started.”

“I will…after work.” He picks up your abandoned dress on the ground to you, shielding your naked body. “Clean up, regroup with Mingyu, and hands to yourself. It'll be midnight before you know it.”

“Midnight?” You agitatedly repeat.

“You’ll wait, you’re a good girl, I know you can. You have my number and my address. See you soon.”

Now Soonyoung was the one to leave you baffled, naked, and questioning your life choices. Was this how he felt when you left him that morning after?

There wasn’t much to do now but move back on with the plan. You fixed yourself in the bathroom of the rented room and tried containing yourself despite your previous events. Mingyu had been blowing your phone the moment you were out of his sight and had quickly dragged you to his side the moment you reunited.

“Where the hell have you been?” he said in a panic, figuring you probably had your fun, but soon realize that meant his reputation was in jeopardy.

“Time got away from me, sorry.”

“Well, snap out of it. We have a show to put on.”

By the time you got back, you were visibly distracted, not on your ‘A game’ for the appearances you were trying to keep up. Mingyu made sure to up the ante to not raise suspicion, quietly reminding you whose attention you were supposed to be on tonight. Gradually, you realigned yourself to the situation, your acting skills improving as time passed, but not without the Soonyong burning a hole into your ploy you had with your fake boyfriend. The very thought gnawed at your brain knowing he was watching, it even settled in your mind that he was no doubt jealous. That had planted a dirty thought in your head, one that you could never come back from depending on the outcome.

Your body moves faster than your head when you claim Mingyu’s face in your hands. In a swift cinematic move, you pull his face against yours and meet his lips, languidly moving them for show. You feel his eyes flutter shut as he reciprocates, now following after as your lips part ways to clash with his tongue in an obvious fashion, and you explore his mouth to taste tonight’s dinner and sparkling champagne. You take your time to savor the moment before pulling away from your date, eyes center on the man directly behind Mingyu an ocean away, clenching a notepad sheet in his fist.

Mingyu can’t help but flush in pleasant surprise, softly holding your wrists to gently set your hands against your lap, “What was that for?”

It was your turn to look smug and you meet Soonyoung’s eyes in a knowing smile before answering. “Just something that will get me in trouble later.”

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rose-likesto-write · 11 months

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Stray Kids Headcanon...

Member: Seo Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x Y/N

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T, PG-13

Word count: around 900 words

Trigger Warnings: mention of word punch (once)

A/N:- Hey, fam.. so sorry for the delay. My work is purely fictional and doesn't give or suggests that the boys may act out like this. I hope you will all like it! Also it turned into a mini scenario..

• Percentage of cold personality 10000/100 , slightly less than Lee Know

• But that doesn't mean he isn't an intimidating person

• Too much intimidating and scary as hell

• 'Stay away from me' and 'don't mess up with me' vibes

• Wouldn't mind throwing a few punches around

• Likes to be by himself and enjoys peace

• Just like others, only close friends know what kind of person he is, not even his family

• Always wears a blank stoic look

• Goes by the title of 'cold hearted'

• Don't feel he feels bad rather enjoys it

• But sometimes it hurts

• People stay away especially the girls he had a chance to take on a date

• They just want you know-

• He wants something meaningful

• Maybe that's why he felt different when he met you for the first time

• You approached him without any second thought looks on his face, even if it was just asking if he has seen brown poodle running around the campus

• That small smile with a worry loom for the little dog made his heart's strings felt being tugged

• Instead of saying simply no, he helps you to find it

• Changbin found the poodle hiding behind a bush and carefully takes it into his arm and called for you

• But he doesn't know your name. So, he simply opted to shout "Hey!"

• You took the poodle in your arms and hugged him first

• "Thank you so much" you said before patting and lightly scolding the adorable dog

• His eyes widened and maybe he stopped breathing too

• The first hug or any physical touch by someone whom he doesn't even know

• He calmed himself and just stood there, not knowing what to do

• As he thought to leave, you called for him

• "Please join for a cup of coffee" you said hopefully

• "No, it's okay. Thank you" he said trying to be polite

• You sadly looked at him and turned around

• "Umm, sure then.. i-i just don't want you to feel obligated" he said noticing your expression and panicking

• You smiled appreciatively, "Please don't think like that and even 'Brownie' would love your company

• 'o' he thought, then what's your name. He thought but rather he spoke out loud

• "Y/N"

• "Huh? Pardon?" He gave you a confused look, making you giggle

• "Y/N. My name is Y/N. Yours?" You said softly

• "Changbin. Seo Changbin" he said as he started to walk with you

• "That's a nice name." You said as you both walked in silence, reaching to a cafe and entered in

• "Y/N? Did you find H-" a voice called from the counter

• "Yes, I did and someone helped me. Without his help, I don't think I would have found this naughty boy" you said with a small smile

• A lady in her late 50s came with a small smile

• "This young gentleman helped you?" She asked as she took poodle in her hands and you nodded

• "Thank you sweetheart" she said softly and patted his cheek

• "Now, sit down yeah? Y/N, come with me" The lady said and Changbin's eyes widened

• "I will come but till then sit down yeah?" You said to him and went in, soon coming out with some coffee, pastries and cookies

• "Thank you once again" you said softly and served

•"This is to- you cut him off

• "This isn't" you said and sat down across. "Have it"

• Eating in silence and then, he thanked you all and went back.

• You ran into him the next day again and just greeted. Soon, these small greetings turned into more than small meetings and both of wanted nothing more to grew into further

• During this time, you noticed the stark contrast in his nature and personality when he is with you or when he is with his friends or if there is some other person

• "You put alot of effort around me which I appreciate but be yourself please" you said softly once, as his eyes widened but they had a blank look, making you worried

• "If I be who I am in actual, maybe you will hate me or won't talk to me ever" he looked at you intently

• "If I can't accept you for who you are then it's my fault and not yours." You said

• For the very first time, has anyone ever said this and he can't help but gently take your hands in his and squeeze them

• "Are you okay with this?" You asked

• "with what?" He asked with a confusion

• "Hug?"

• He took his time to think for nodding, making you smile as you gently hugged him and patted his back but his grip got slightly firm, making you smile more. "I am here"

• "thank you" he whispered

• "please don't" you mumbled and then he spoke about his life and personality, making your heart feel like crying.

• After this emotional exchange, your bond took a new turn, turning into a beautiful and more stronger bond, making your feelings for each other grew more and more

• Changbin was apprehensive to ask you out and propose you but Chan's words made him do it

• Now, standing near the beautiful river view, his hand shivered a bit as he was extremely nervous and you noticed that

• You held his hand, making him turn to you

• "are you okay? Don't lie to me" Two contrasting statements

• "I want to tell and ask you something" he said after taking a deep breath and you nodded

• He took a deep breath and confessed, then took a step back, holding your hand as he looked at you who had a blank look, making him scared.

• Did he lost you f- "I hope this answers your question" you said and kissed his cheek

• His eyes widened and kept on staring

• "Changbin?" You said softly, waking him up from his trance

• "Why?" He said

• "why what?"

• "why cheek and not lips? Why did you kiss my cheek and not lips?" He pouted making you giggle

• "Because I want to make sure that you are comfortable with it. I would take your consent as well. So, may I?" You smiled and cupped his cheeks

• He nodded but he pulled you for a soft kiss

• Boyfriend Changbin is both sweet, spicy and mean lol

• At times an over-thinker as he wants to be the best boyfriend for you

•There would be moments when he needs your reassurance

• Really appreciates you for being patient, supportive and calm with him especially when it comes to reassurance

• Mean in the sense that if you teased him too long or did something without him, get ready for silent treatments but he would stop if he feels it's too much for you

• Only in the rare cases, wil it go extreme

• Jealously level 10000

• That doesn't mean he will stop you from doing anything or everything, it's just that his possessiveness will grow 10 fold, keeping you close to him

• Glaring at all men who look at you and maybe women whose eyes he feels uncomfortable for you

• Will dig anyone 7 feet deep under ground

• being possessive means he will have a hand on your back, pulling you close to him, sometimes even pecking your cheeks or lips or forehead but he would tell you this beforehand, because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

• Goofball and clingy when alone at home

• Pet names such as honey, love, babygirl, angel

• Appreciates you alot and won't go a single day without saying it

• Cherishes you alot

• Small-small presents such as flowers, or chocolates or ice creams

• Matching jewelry includes- bracelets, earrings, rings or be necklace

• Cooking for you and helping you in anyway be it laundry or dusting or buying groceries

• Long drives especially at night

• Midnight snacks and midnight rides to these drive throu-

• Hand holding

• Hugs

• Forehead kisses and neck kisses are a must

• Loves it when you wear his shirts and hoodies but won't easily show it to you.

• If you are the next Sherlock Holmes, you would understand why there are more hoodies in your closet.

• Always tries to remember the small-small details or things you share with him

• Once on a home date, you discovered his talent of writing and singing songs as he had composed a small piece for you, making you almost cry.

• "did you not like i-" "I love it. I love you seo Changbin" you mumbled and he pulled you in his embrace, feeling his emotions

• After so long, did he feel so vulnerable get safe because he was with you

• With this appreciation, you unlocked his talent of funky music, beatbox and beautiful songs.

• He is matured and understanding

• Gives you space but if it gets too much, he can't help but come near to you and sit even if he doesn't say anything

• Good listener and advisor

• Sometimes, he gets a bit cold when he feels uncomfortable or something

• If you guys had arguments but by the end of the day, it gets normal

• It won't feel that you guys had arguments in first place.

• He would never raise his voice at you and would try his best to control if he feels it is going too much for him because he can't see you get scared. So, he would simply take a deep breath or change the place he is standing to calm down himself before keeping his points.

• Changbin is really a boyfriend out of the novels, for he sets the bar of an ideal boyfriend and partner, sure everyone has flaws but it's worth every single flaw he has.

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hyuukais · 2 years

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We’ll Be Okay

After six months in the castle, it’s the first time you will be attending a formal occasion on the arm of your partner, the prince. Despite his hesitation, you choose to remain steadfast in your belief that everything will be just fine.

Word Count: 3.1k

Genres: Prince! Hueningkai x Elf! Reader, fantasy au, fluff, angst

Warnings: fantasy/fictional racism/discrimination, self-doubt, people are just generally sucky to the reader, pg-13

Author: This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent any real people or their beliefs. anyways yasss huening day !! also (i’ve said this like so much but i really mean it) thank you so much @bluhr for beta reading !!!

Gray clouds scrape the ground, weeping into the grasses and ponds. The sun, too, is drowned out in the sky's sorrows. Trees whip and sway with the world's howling cries, and all creatures are tucked away from the looming darkness—all except for you. As a league of storms has begun rolling over the capital, you’ve found yourself in its midst. Letting drop after drop of rain pound into your skin. You let the water run down your cheeks and join at your feet. Let it cool the flames raging in your gut and soften the shell of your face. You look up to the sky you’ve always loved and feel the rain comfort the freshest of your wounds. You’d been lying to yourself, too blind to recognize the turmoil stirring within you. It was all so stupid to even think safety would ever find you; to believe harmony would grace you with its embrace. In the end, perhaps you truly could never live happily with your lover.

Many Hours Earlier

Loud shuffling persists in the hall outside your room. Since the break of dawn, there has been footstep after footstep pacing outside your bedroom. After six months of residing within the castle, something of this nature had never happened before; your sleep-addled mind couldn’t begin to fathom who was up at this hour. You’d tried turning over and burrowing deeper into the sheets, but the unease in their footwork would not let you rest. They kept pacing and pacing and pacing. Throwing the sheets off your hips, your feet join in theirs, walking to the door. You pull the hinges open to reveal the pacer in all their glory.

Huening’s bulging eyes met yours swiftly. “Kai?”

“Oh, I-Y/n. Did-did I wake you? I’m sorry. That was certainly not my intent.”

“No, no. It’s okay, love.” You trail over to him, taking his jittery hands in yours, and scanning his pajama-clad figure in the little light offered, “What has you awake this early?”

“I…” A sigh leaves him, “I was worrying…about you.”

“Huh? But, I’m perfectly fine, Hyuka.” You laugh and press your joint hands over your heart, feeling its soft beat, “See?”

The action draws a laugh and smile from your lover as he shakes his head, “No, I-I know that you’re in good health, and I certainly hope you’d share with me if you weren’t. I’ve just been thinking about the party.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, Y/n, you know I want to protect you and almost everyone coming is some sort of important person from any form of nobility. They’re steadfast in their traditional beliefs and loose-lipped with their mockery. I-I’m…fearful of what words may come about you, they may try to hurt you…” His last words are soft, scared. There’s no subtlety in how his eyes drift from the points of your ears to the two, large, midnight horns curling out from your head. It’s suddenly far clearer why your lover had spent his last waking hours before his birthday pacing.

After Kai had brought you forth before his father and divulged the reasoning behind his constant disappearances when sneaking off to meet you, word spread fast among noble society. The young prince had taken on an elven companion for whom he’d skip dinners and duties. And it was for this companion that Kai had fought, pleaded, with the king to allow you into his life in the fullest manner. The idea that the crowned prince had been prepared to sacrifice the only life he’d known for an elf. A creature which, in polite society nowadays, would be sneered at, yet no later than 60-years-ago, would be enslaved or even killed. It sent shock waves through the upper ranks, even more so when the king accepted you into the castle.

“Love,” You smile as best you can and move a hand to Hueningkai’s cheek, “you and I have known since the beginning that the world would have little nice to say about us. But we are safe here. As long as I have you, no words have meaning but those of kindness. Please do not fret over things that will hold no weight in my heart. It is almost your birthday and you should enjoy it with a full night’s rest. Okay?”

Before you, Kai’s form deflated, leaning into the warmth of your hand. A glimmer of apprehension remained within his eyes yet he softly nodded at your suggestions, “Okay.”

His palms rested upon your cheeks, lightly squishing them, before moving his lips upwards. Kai left a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, Y/n. I’ll see you in the morning.” Despite the words of farewell, his feet remained plated before you. Eyes matched, neither of you made a move forward or back, instead basking in thick silence. The moment fell away with your hands squeezing his as they moved off your face.

“Goodnight, Kai. Happy Birthday.”

The rest of your night passed uneventfully, sleep following you back to bed. The moon melted back into the horizon and the sun crept up in its absence. By the time you finally awoke to the day, the light had almost reached its crest, and workers of all kinds came bustling down the halls. You were woken up by the smiling face of a young servant jerking open the curtains.

“Good morning, your majesty.”

“Huh?” Hands batting at your eyelids, you struggle to adjust to the clouded light.

“Haha, it seems someone had a late night!”

Finally seeing clearly, you’re met with the familiar face of the handmaiden who’d been tasked with taking care of you and your things while in the castle. She’d been nothing but kind and stayed with you despite your discomfort with having servants to wait on you, hand and foot. Though that discomfort hadn’t particularly faded, she showed up every morning and evening, like clockwork. Preparing clothes for the day ahead and drawing baths to settle the day’s ache. Today, it was apparent that she’d allowed you to remain in bed past your usual morning wake-up call. Whether or not she knew about your small meeting with your partner in the darkness, you couldn’t tell.

“Yes, I-uh, I found it rather hard to fall asleep last night.” Feet off the bed, you watch her flit around, “Miss Sarah, truly, you do not have to worry about me. I am capable of preparing myself.”

“No can do, your highness.”

“Please, at least, call me Y/n. I am of no higher status than you, Ma’am.”

She pauses for a moment at your words before continuing, “Well, Y/n, I have very strict instructions to prepare you for today’s festivities. It is not good to leave guests waiting. Up, up.”

You finally rise only to be whisked into Sarah’s flurry. Time rushes past as you are primed and prepped to impress countless court officials and members of royalty. Thunder rolled across the graying sky as she finished putting the final touches on you.

“That should be…it!” She gestured to the corner's full-length mirror, “Have a look.”

Stepping in front of the reflection made your stomach wobble. Looking back from the mirror was the most expensively dressed person you’d ever seen, but it certainly wasn’t you. “I…uh…Miss Sarah?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Who…who requested this outfit for me?”

“The King. He said he wished for only the best for his son’s partner.”

“…Oh.” The styling was an obvious ploy to distract the eye from what stood out, pulling attention away from the edge of your ears to the array of colors glittering across your cheeks. Nothing significant could be done to disguise your horns so every inch of fabric seemed to shine in eye-catching hues, drawing stares downward. You couldn’t be entirely sure why the question slipped out. Perhaps it was how every cloth and jewel presented everything you were not: rich, mannered, respected. Perhaps it was the darkest depths of your head spilling over your heart, building a twinging fear that the clothing had come from Kai; your lover was embarrassed to be seen with you as you were.

No. From the moment you’d met, Huening had been so obviously enraptured with everything about you and made sure to constantly reassure you as such. You shook your head and turned from the mirror.

“Thank you for your help, Ma’am.”

Sarah simply nodded, “The guards will escort you to the banquet hall .”

Everywhere you looked was an unfamiliar face. Wide eyes and deafening silence met you at the great oak doors framing your entrance. Heads turned and stared unapologetically as obvious whispers started up. The sounds came from all around, huffing beneath breaths and clicking against teeth. Eyes remained locked on your shaking frame, like a caged animal, a spectacle to behold and belittle. The sky roared out, swallowing everyone’s words, causing you to flinch. Finally, Hueningkai appeared to take your hand. His eyes swam with stars and worry while bringing your hand to his mouth.

“You look wonderful, my love.” The kiss went unfelt against the cloth of your glove.

“As do you.”

It seemed his arrival sent the guests back to their own conversations as chatter picked up once again. Kai led you to a small table at the head of the room where just enough seats were placed to sit the royal family. His parents standing in front of it, greeting guests and watching over the room, welcome you over.

“Hello, Y/n, you look amazing, dear.” His mother smiled.

“Oh-um, thank you, your highness. You look great as well.”

“I see my request made its way to you.” The King followed suit, smiling with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

Huenings brow falls, scrunching up, “What request, father?”

“Nothing you need be worried about, son.” The finality of the words seemed to stop any more questions for Kai, though he still turned to you with a questioning look. You only shook your head. Kai’s parents moved away from the table, into the crowds, seemingly to catch up with familiar faces. That left you and Hueningkai standing side by side, eyes glancing over the bunches of people in the room.

“There’s a lot more people than I expected.”

“Yes, well, any party is a good diplomatic opportunity. I don’t believe I even know most of these people.”

You chuckle, catching Huening's smile. “Perhaps, next time, you should ask for control of the guest list.”

“Well, then I’d only invite around 5 people. That’s not much of a party.”

“It could be if you make it so.”

He laughs along with your words, tucking his hand between your fingers. Mouth curled wide and eyes like crescents, you watched the way Kai carried himself in this setting. He’d been dressed head to toe in jewels and silk fabrics. A fitted jacket curved against his arms, covering most of the white shirt beneath, and framing its ruffled collar. Paired with the multitude of golden accents, and a priceless crown balanced perfectly upon his hair, Huening truly looked like a Prince. He stood straight and shook hands firmly. Bowed and smiled with just the amount of respect needed. Every movement was precise and every word was calculated. He was raised to be here.

“This is quite the party you’ve thrown, Young Prince.” An apathetic voice was quick to cut through your musings.

Huening swiftly bows to the older woman, “Lady Bin, I’m glad that you could make it.”

“It’s your 20th birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Haha, thank you. How is the Lord doing?”

“Very well. He’s been rather busy as of late, dealing with a few complaints in the Eastern Forests.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just a small village of elves upset about hunters in the area. Something something hurting important wildlife. You know how those things go. We were able to shut them up for now.”

“O-oh…” Huening’s eyes met yours in a side glance, the kind smile he sported obviously strained. You could tell those nerves of his were kicking back up. Going to shake your head at him, a sign it was okay, you were stopped by the sound of the woman talking once more. Obviously she noticed the small exchange and with it your appearance at Kai’s side.

“Oh, forgive my manners,” The ice in her tone made it clear just how kind her words were going to be. “Who might you be?”

Kai was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, “Oh, um, Lady Bin, this is my partner Y/n. Y/n, this Lady Bin of the Eastern Kingdom. She’s a friend of my mom’s.”

“Ah, i-it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam.”

“Likewise.” She hummed as her eyes raked over your bowed posture, narrow and scathing. “Yes, I did hear something of a rumor that you had taken in one of these creatures. How very kind of you to provide work for such a poor thing.”

“Oh, um-”

The grip on your waist grew tighter. Huening squeezed your side causing you to look up, only to be met with a far flatter expression dousing his face. Stone set eyes following Lady Bin’s wine glass as she took a smug sip.

“As I said, Mrs. Bin, they are my partner, not a servant. Nor are they a ‘creature’.”

The two met gazes, wall against wall. Her smirk faltered; Kai remained locked on your side.

“My apologies.” No remorse sounded in her tone. “It would seem dinner is beginning to be served. Enjoy your evening.” The click of her shoes followed her back into the crowd. Everything would be fine.

As dinner was laid out so was a gathering of rounded tables. It was clear Kai and his parents were meant to sit at the grand table at which you were standing. Yet, as trays were placed and seats were taken, it was abundantly clear you weren’t meant to sit with them. Kai watched in confusion as his parents directed you to one of the round tables near theirs. But it would be okay, Huening wasn’t just leaving you.

Once again surrounded by unknown people, your eyes were pulled to your feet. Huening had seemed to try making some breakthrough with his parents to move you back, but you could tell they simply ignored him. Throughout the meal, you could feel the looks and hear the chatter. The group you were seated with made no attempts to quiet their demeaning comments. You’d be okay. Every bit of your heart yearned to tune them out, to only pay mind the crashing winds shaking the windows. But the ringing only grew louder. Their venom, their ice, their pure and utter intolerance.

Creature. Monster. Evil. Pathetic.

“They must’ve put him under some sort of spell. No sensible man would ever marry a servant.”

“Servant? Please, they’re kind are only made to be slaves.”

Your chair fell back with a crash. The great doors slammed open at your push. Empty hallways greeted you, echoing every fast footfall you left behind. You needed out, to get away from the palace and its blazing light. To run till the trees devoured you and the grasses took your name. Rain shattered on your skin. It broke and soaked the satin clinging to your body. These expensive clothes, the jewels and shine, dirtied and dimmed. Destroyed by the very thing you’d been raised to love, destroyed by everything they were meant to change about. It filled you with this sadistic sense of glee, glee that fed your anger and fueled a new feeling of nausea crawling through your stomach. You shouldn’t be happy about this, you shouldn't want revenge, right? No, no, everything about this night had been some sort of setup. An attestation to the King's true feelings about your presence. He wanted you angry, wanted you out, and you followed; be it unwittingly. You were so stupid. No matter what you did, you would never be with Hueningkai in the way you wanted. Living off the bare minimum, you’d never find fulfillment. Not like this.

You couldn’t feel where the rain stopped and your tears began but both flooded in the depths of your chest.

“Y/n!” Slaps of splashing grew closer. A hand pulled on your arm, whipping your body around. “God, I-I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I shouldn’t have let him do that. What did they-“

“Kai…” His frantic hands moved from your cheeks, “I-I can’t do this.”

“Wha…What? Y/n, wait, what do you mean?” The fear in his eyes struck deep in your heart, but everything hurt so much already.

“You saw what your father did. He knew what would happen. These clothes? These were his request. He wants me to be everything I’m not. But no matter if I conform, he couldn’t be more embarrassed. The best case scenario in his world? I disappear forever. I don’t want to be the reason you can’t love your father, and I don’t think I could live my life with you knowing your father barely likes me.”

Steel overtakes Huening’s face. It’s a look you’ve never seen. This man you’d always known to be kind, to smile at the tiniest bee, his eyes were now hardened and dark. Unlike the metal in his gaze, Kai’s fingers fall to your chin with a gentle grip.

“Y/n, don’t you dare let that rotten man do this to you. I can’t fix what he’s done or how he’s made you feel. But know, I would die before I choose this life with him over happiness with you. If he wants you gone, then he should say his goodbyes to me as well.” The ice melted from his eyes. “I will follow you till the world runs out and we are gray and old. No matter how long we live, there is nothing in this world that will make me stop wanting to be with you. Y/n, I love you.”

The first movement on your lips is soft. Wet with rain, but warm like the sun. Another hand moves to the back of your neck, holding steady. Tracing your own hands up to his cheeks, you can feel the heat of blood flushing them. You can taste the grape from his drink. He tastes sweet.

Air surges back into your lungs, as Kai pulls away out of breath. Red coats his cheeks and ears.

“Y’know I should’ve punched him the moment he sent you to another table.”

“Kai!”

His head tosses back in laughter. It’s loud and full of relief, forgetting about the storm still raging above. You can’t help but join in. You’re wanted here, protected, loved. It truly feels like you will be okay.

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dollarbin · 5 months

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Dollar Bin #29:

Stevie Nick's Bella Donna

Stevie Nicks got zero favors from the patriarchal press or culture in the late 80's and early 90's. Much like Yoko Ono, she was the butt of sexist jokes and unfair critique that their male peers were never subjected to.

Let's compare Nicks and Stephen Tyler: both came of age in the mid-seventies; both fronted huge rock bands and both almost always appeared on stage without an instrument (even though they were hugely successful songwriters); both had major drug problems and overcame them; both were good looking young people who, unlike me, aged (seriously, people speak of me, always in hushed tones: how does he stay so young, they ask. Who else carries their paunch and bald spot with such panache?). Both had a thing for waiving silks around on stage. We could go on all day...

But did they get equal treatment? Hell no. Tyler was a hero for surviving drugs; I grew up cackling about the legendary destruction of Nick's nose from coke. Tyler became even more of a sex symbol as he aged and he dominated MTV in the late 80s and early 90s; Nicks, like Linda Ronstadt, was judged by one and all the moment she no longer looked 22, and Nicks couldn't get on MTV after 86 until Beyonce borrowed her iconic riff from Edge of Seventeen and insisted she show up to take credit:

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(That's Nicks with the guitar in the opening moments of this ridiculous and joyful video, showing us that, of course, she can play instruments: how else could she have written a few of the most popular songs of all time?)

But let's stop comparing Nicks and Tyler and never bring up Aerosmith in this blog again: after all, Nicks is a transcendent song writer and singer while Stephen Tyler occupies the rarrified air of pure suckiness inhabited by all famous rock stars named Stephen.

And that brings us to Nicks's debut solo album, Bella Donna. First off, good luck finding this record in a dollar bin: much like her friend Tom Petty, Nicks is rightfully revered by her fans, many of whom were not around to buy her first records when they came out. Plus, my almost famous niece tells me that some dude drank some juice while on a skateboard a few years back with Nicks's Dreams as the soundtrack and, in doing so, destroyed the internet. That previous sentence tells me the internet and people are dumb. Don't go and google the guy on the skateboard; rather check out my niece!

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Sweet song huh? Why isn't it destroying the internet instead?

Anyway, apparently the guy on the skateboard, and junk like that, are why busted up copies of Rumors went from dollar bin cloggers to $25 a pop in the last few years. I hope Stevie enjoyed and benefited from the slight renaissance of interest in her work; and, if you don't already own a copy of Bella Donna, know that some teenager without a working record player probably beat you to it.

Which is all a bummer, because Bella Donna deserves your full respect and attention. It's a great, and I think still largely overlooked, testament to her singing, songwriting and entire vibe.

The record opens with the title track, a complex and extended slow piece of soulful searching which summons up the opening gesture pioneered by The Band a decade earlier with Tears of Rage. Nicks is famous for her pop singles, but that genre is really the business of her bandmate Christie McVie; Nicks is a composer of songs, not hits.

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You can also hear right off the bat in Bella Donna that Nicks has assembled the right band. Imagine being in position to borrow Benmont Tench from the Heartbreakers, Roy Bittan from Bruuuuce and Waddy Watchel from Linda Ronstadt and Warren Zevon. Tench had no real business joining in - TP and the Heartbreakers were at the height of their fame and were touring nonstop - but he somehow found the time to step right in and lead the whole band. The other two dudes were conveniently available, at least for the moment. Bruuuuuuce was forever firing the E Street Band and was gearing up to make Nebraska on his own, and Linda was starting to move away from pop music for the first of many times; soon she'd be singing light opera with a young Kevin Kline.

Bella Donna is held together, however, not by the men but by the women. Nicks created the whole record through 2+ years of work with Sharon Celani and her soon-to-be sister-in-law Lori Perry. Every song features all three of them shimmering and gliding about one another and Nicks has been singing with the two women - and putting their photos alongside her on her records - ever since. Here's the way Nicks described their work and relationship to "The Last DJ" himself, Jim Ladd, a guy I listened to a lot as a kid:

Sharon [Celani] and Lori [Perry-Nicks] and I have a special thing that we have ~ that we have perfected ~- and we have perfected it by sitting around the piano... I'm not going to go sing on-stage alone. I don't want to. I want to be able to walk away and let them take it. Because I ~ there is nothing in the world that I would rather hear than beautiful singing. And so I have worked to get a sound that is not like anybody else. That is really beautiful, that is strong and that is like dedicated and devoted.

Jim Ladd just passed away; I hope he had Petty's mediocre album about him playing at full blast as he faded. As an LA kid I tuned into Ladd every night in late middle school and early high school, beginning to give up on him only when I decided that Roger Waters, Jim's favorite artist by far, was the problem with all things Pink Floyd from Animals onward. I had a few pretty sharp ideas as a kid!

I remember vividly the very last time I listened to Ladd: I was at the mall for some reason, in the parking lot, and Ladd had his hands on an advanced copy of U2's Zooropa. Ladd played us all Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car, a song which he'd chosen by himself at random - the album was so new he hadn't had time to listen to it yet. Ladd thought the dull and overblown track was a triumph; he'd lose his head on occasion. I disagreed. And so we parted ways. Rest in peace Jim. But I digress!

Every song on Bella Donna shows careful polish and intention. A few tracks, like the instantly hummable, McVie inspired Think About It and the Waylon Jennings inspired Leather and Lace, are tracks Nicks had held onto all through Fleetwood's golden era; this was a record she'd built up to over years.

Indeed, Nicks could have easily turned Bella Donna into a defiant double album, an All-Things-Must-Pass-level declaration that the Mac held her back. Bella Donna contains zero filler and several of the songs left off the record are a big deal. Just take a listen to Gold and Braid, an outtake that other artists would have released as the first single; there's a studio take but it's a bit rough. Listen instead to the pulsating, hip swinging live greatness from the brief tour that followed the record:

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Jimmie Iovine, Nicks' producer and partner at the time, made a few key contributions to the record. And he seems to have gotten in the way a bit.

Yes, he connected Nicks to Tom Petty and hand delivered the album's substitute single in place of Gold and Braid, Petty's Stop Dragging My Heart Around. The song is great, sure, but it's the only song Nicks didn't write on the record and it stands apart sonically from everything else, all of which led to the troubling myth about Nicks from her Fleetwood work - that she was best as a karaoke/girl singer, good at showing up for nothing but the vocal polish long after the male musicians had done writing, playing and heavy lifting - following her into the birth of her solo career. The truth is far different: Nicks conceived all of Bella Donna on her own. Everything, that is, except the Petty track.

Iovine pushed Stop Dragging My Heart Around on Nicks specifically because he felt the album lacked a single. But take a fresh listen to the track alongside Gold and Braid, and consider my argument that the record would have been even bolder and better with Nick's track remaining in place instead of Petty's inclusion.

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Don't get me wrong, Iovine was right to bring Nicks into Stop Dragging My Heart Around. Stevie sings with TP better than any other human on the planet could have. But Dragging belongs, alongside Petty and Nick's incomparable Insider, on Hard Promises.

The craziest thing of all is that Iovine thought Bella Donna lacked a single to begin with. After all, Edge of Seventeen is on this record. The song is pretty ubiquitous: I feel like I've heard its riff and chorus at every sporting event I've ever been to. Obviously, I haven't, but it's one of those songs that its hard to imagine the world without.

And let's close this out with her live performance of that song from her far too brief tour in 82. Find me a more powerful and soulful performance by any white person. All of Nick's male peers, from Lindsey Buckingham to Van Morrison to Neil Young to Petty himself - would have fallen flat on their face had they tried to do anything this complicated, athletic and surging on stage at that point (make that ever). Stephen Stills would have somehow managed to fall on his face and ass simultaneously.

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OOO Baby. Oooo Baby. OOOOO.

And so, as this first partial year in the Dollar Bin rolls towards closure, may all praise raineth down upon Stevie.

My record melting/Neil Young questioning, big deal friend Greg points out that Nicks, Stephen Tyler and Stephen Stills have yet another thing in common: they all practically have the same first name!

And so let me amend my earlier, definitive statement regarding the suckiness of musicians with that moniker (and redeem the unintentionally slighted Stevie Wonder and Cat Stevens in the process) with a bumper sticker ready (so long as your car is WIDE LOAD width) pronouncement: The Dollar Bin hereby proclaims that all WHITE MALE musicians with FIRST names derived from Steve/Stephen, (except, most of the time time, Steve Earle..) suck.

Here's looking at you Steve Miller! My curses upon thee Steve Vai!

#Youtube #stevie nicks #tom petty #the heartbreakers #stephen stills still sucks #so does stephen tyler

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Depths＊The Beast Laying Hidden Beneath

Prologue

Koga: Oi, wait a minute. Take that word back now.

〈Late October, ES building's lobby〉

Koga: 「Hey Keiji-san¹, I heard there's another murder case appeared at the building in front of the station yesterday! What can't I ask, one of the victims is my friend! Huh? The victim has a scratch on their neck?」

「It's true! Only the witness like me in scene knows that characteristics. You say, it's the work of the same culprint. Ha ha, that's right. So you call the criminal a "Beast".」

「Sure, look at that Beast. "Natsuhara Keina" is the first victim. We're in the same club named "Sagurayama Social Club". The second victims body was also found at Sagurayama-san's property. You say he's a hungry beast who only goes after rich people.」

「What's wrong Keiji-san? You have a request..... You want to hide your identity as a police officer and join "Sagurayama Social Club".....? You want it to be an undercover investigation? I guess so, we can also call it self protection.」

「But, I'm just an unsold artist with zero social credit, you know? Just because he’s a patron of mine, doesn't mean he easily trust other members. So you want to collaborate with me? You suspect me as the most influential person of Beast.」

「Hmm? I have an alibi today, no one would doubt it. Well, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go back to my atelier. They got killed. Seems like I'm must be crazy joining hands in this work.」

Rei: Cut!!! Good acting, Koga.

Koga: Hey, whatcha sayin' "cut". Yer imitating the Director's mouth~ Geez....well, fine, but this isn't the job we wanna work.

Kaoru: That's right. I never thought "UNDEAD" would be assigned in a special program, such a golden opportunity. Moreover, the genre is a romance drama. It's the perfect project for me.

Koga: Oi oi, Hakaze-senpai. Is yer head filled with flower only? Its written in the proposal. The genre is of this drama is "Suspense × Love". Of course, the suspense is the main genre and love was the sub.

Adonis: However, reading the title "Love and Beast", both genre seems important.

Rei: Either way, it's a great opportunity to show off how "UNDEAD" is. We are a "unit" that claims to be "wild and immoral". As long as fans were to expect something, it's great to show them a good-looking side of ours.

Kaoru: Right, right. On the contrary "Valkyrie" and "fine" are appearing on variety shows to be more familiar with their fans, even we have to sell our coolness~? ....oops. Seems like the next sence is ready while we're talking. The next scene will be me and Adonis. Let's go, Adonis-kun.

Adonis: Ah, I'm not used to acting, but I'll do my best.

Koga: Right, good luck host and diplomat.

Rei: Ku ku ku. Everyone is thriving in this fresh drama job. Although, I didn't know the young lady would request us to be in this shooting of a romantic drama.

Koga: Gaah! What's this proposal! We're going to appear in one of variety show and it's a drama show. When it was sent via "Hall Hands²" I thought it would pop out. Oi, vampire bastard, u listenin'? Why does it have to be "UNDEAD"? This is a child's play!

Rei: That being said, rather than we are good friends, aren't we a "unit"? The wild and immoral "unit" side we shown in live so far.....

Koga: That's why I also need to appear in the variety show...!

Rei: This is troublesome. Why are you rejecting the show Koga... and you too Adonis-kun, just go inside don't find me.

Kaoru: Eh~. I don't want to budge in your talk... But why don't we keep this bad mood in the distance. Let's keep calm and talk, alright.

Adonis: As what Hakaze-senpai said, calm down Ogami. You can't say your words out unless you calm yourself down.

Koga: A~h? Fine, now I'm calm! 'Til now "UNDEAD" never participate in a variety show, I'm just surprised by it. But this variety show seems good. If you appear on a variety show, you'll earn an image.

Rei: However, I can't afford all my lifetime to be spent. We are idols. No matter how great our live performance is, if we can't do a range work, we'll be eaten by others "units", right?

Koga: But why do I have to participate in that kind of show....! Acting is a job that is not befitting to us. Why do we need it?

Adonis: Is it a drama.....?

Koga: Ah, it wouldn't be bad if we wouldn't show our coolness in acting.

Adonis: Really. Then you did something wrong?

Koga: ?

Adonis: Today I pass by Anzu at Yumenosaki Gakuin and she asked me if I'm interested in a drama with a theme of "suspense and love". But we know Ogami hates work not related to music so I replied we might decline.

Koga: Oi, wait a minute. Take that word back now. It's much better than a variety show, we know how to act! If we appear in a drama under "UNDEAD" and show off our music too, it would be killing two birds with one stone♪.

Kaoru: Eh ...? I don't think there was anything about tie-ups, right?

Rei: Let's talk to the young lady at a meeting place. It’s also rare for Koga to be interested in a work other than live performances.

Koga: Hahaha, I will come.

Adonis: Alright then I'll contact Anzu.

Koga: Alright, Adonis! I'm going to study the latest drama!

Adonis: (whisper) Ogami seems to be motivated.

Rei: (whisper) ...Kukuku. It's as planned by us. I'm glad we played a variety show in "Hall Hands"♪

Kaoru: (whisper) Ahaha. Only Koga-kun doesn't know about it... Rei-kun is also a sly one, isn't he?

Koga: Well, that's how we got an offer for "Love and Beast". Oddly, the script doesn't have an ending yet.

↑ 1. Keiji-san = Detective-san, I just used that one...

#ensemble stars #⋆⁺₊⋆ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴛʟꜱ #Beast #koga oogami #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari

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es-kay-zee · 2 years

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afterparty | lee minho

pairing: minho x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: dom! minho, sub! reader, alcohol consumption (only a tiny bit), reader calls minho "sir", pet names, degradation, praise, hair pulling, spit kink, oral sex (giving), face fucking, spanking, pillow humping, brief male masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie

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taglist: @bxngchxn @qtieskz @hwajin @spilledtee @chans-starlight

synopsis: attending a work party with your newly promoted boyfriend should've been a simple task. but all night, he's barely able to take his eyes off of you. perhaps it's time to have a party of your own.

a/n: HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS BLOG!!! THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO'S BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING AND TO EVERYONE WHO'S JOINED ALONG THE WAY!!!

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lee minho. brand new ceo of ‘attorneys at work’. he’s worked hard to make a name for himself, and now, despite still being so young, it’s paid off. and tonight, is the company party to celebrate his promotion.

“ready to go, babe?” minho calls from the bedroom.

you walk out of the ensuite bathroom, trying, and failing, to do up the clasp on your necklace. “yeah, can you just do this up for me?” you look at him, quickly admiring just how good he looks in his suit, and you can tell he’s checking you out too. his gaze rakes over your figure, eyes fixated on the way your red dress hugs your curves in all the right ways, the hem ending at mid-thigh, showing off your legs. with the way he’s looking at you, you can tell he didn’t hear a word you said. “earth to minho.”

“huh?” his eyes snap to yours, finally paying attention to what you’re saying. you chuckle quietly, walking closer to him.

“can you do this up, i can’t get it.”

“yeah, sure.”

you turn your back to him, and he takes the clasp from your hands. he’s surprisingly quick to get it done up. he places his hands on your waist, leaning closer to press a kiss against your shoulder. he kisses your skin again. and again. and again, hooking one of his fingers under the strap on your other shoulder. rolling your eyes, you swat his hand away, moving to put your heels on. he stares after you, remaining still in his spot even after you step away.

“we have a party to get to.”

you finish doing up your shoes, standing up tall. grabbing your bag, you walk towards the door, patting him playfully on the chest as you walk past.

“can’t we just skip it?”

it’s entertaining how hopeful he is.

“nope.”

you’re positive that if minho had to spend much longer in that car with you, he would’ve just turned around, taken you back home and fucked you until the sun came up. thankfully, though, the drive to the venue was short and you both made it there in one piece.

despite attending your fair share of his company parties, it still baffles you just how lavish they tend to be. and this time is especially extravagant. minho’s arm is around your waist as you both walk through the open two-door entrance. the room is magnificent; tables dotted around the room, a ginormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling, twinkling brightly in the light. servers walk around the room, platters of drinks and various treats in their hands while countless guests mingle.

immediately upon entering, a quiet befalls the room, everyone taking a short moment to applaud the man of the hour. he offers them a polite nod in return and then the party continues. you both walk towards the nearest table, occupied by only a few of his co-workers.

“congratulations, mr lee,” the man in front of you says, holding his hand out to shake minho’s.

“thank you.” your boyfriend shakes his hand, grinning widely. he leans into you, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “i’ll be right back, i’ll just get us some drinks.”

he heads away from the table, and you watch his retreating back for a moment before turning back to the people around you.

“you should be proud of him,” the man – who you now remember is named felix – says. you remember minho mentioning him being up for the same promotion, but thankfully, from the limited amount of interactions you’ve had with felix, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to hold a grudge.

“i am. he’s worked really hard to get where he is, and i couldn’t be more proud of him for what he’s achieved.”

you and felix carry on a pleasant little conversation, and before long, minho is returning to the table, two glasses of champagne in his hands. he passes one to you with a smile before clinking his glass against yours gently and taking a sip.

felix excuses himself, walking away after a soft smile. the moment he’s gone, minho turns all his attention to you.

“i suppose we should mingle,” you say, taking a sip from your glass. champagne was never your favourite taste, but this was a fancy event, and therefore you’ll tolerate drinking the fancy drink.

“probably, but we could also go to the bathroom and have some fun?” his eyes rake over the low neckline of your dress, staring rather blatantly at your cleavage.

“my eyes are up here,” you say, not at all minding the way you feel under his stare.

“i’m aware.” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you wait for him to stop staring. eventually, he does, blinking a few times as he refocuses his attention. “so, bathroom?”

you shake your head exasperatedly. “no, minho. i’m not having a quickie in the bathroom of a fancy party.”

“but there’s no better occasion.” his smirk is not enough to sway you, but it is enough to have desire beginning to pool in your stomach.

“mingle,” you say – or command. and minho finally gives up, walking with you to another occupied table.

it’s about forty minutes of chatting later before minho turns to you again.

“what if we left? right now?”

“now, that does sound tempting. but unfortunately, mr lee,” you tease, emphasising his name. “this party is for you. and because of that, we need to stay at least a bit longer.”

you suppose it’s rather good that you didn’t leave just then, because it’s only a few minutes later that you both hear someone announce it’s time for speeches, to which minho looks slightly alarmed and whispers in your hear that, like a fool, he’d forgotten to think of a speech beforehand. luckily for him, though, he gets a few extra minutes to think of something to say because the previous ceo, has gotten up to speak first.

his speech drawls on for what feels to be a bit too long, and if anyone were to ask you to recall a single thing he said, you wouldn’t be able to. but before long, they’re beckoning minho over to the microphone to give his speech, and you wonder if he’s figured out what he’s going to say.

he takes the microphone from the previous ceo’s outstretched hand, bowing his head slightly as he does so.

“um, i didn’t really prepare a speech for this, so please bear with me as i make this up.” he grins, his audience chuckling quietly along with him.

“when i first found out i was up for the position of ceo, i was ecstatic. i hadn’t expected this to happen so soon into my career. but here we are, and i couldn’t be more grateful to everyone who’s supported me along the way.

“firstly, to my amazing girlfriend, y/n. you’ve been my biggest supporter from day 1, and i can’t thank you enough for putting up with all my late nights in the office. i can’t promise that they’ll stop, but i can promise to reduce the number of late nights. thank you for being there for me, y/n.”

you smile at him as he continues on, thanking various other co-workers and people who have supported him. you love seeing him like this, in his element. the way he’s casually commanding the attention of everyone in the room. the way he speaks so clearly, so confidently, despite making it all up as he goes along. you can tell, just from this moment, that he’s going to do perfectly as the ceo.

he ends his speech by vowing to do right by the company, promising everyone that he won’t run it into the ground. as he walks back towards where you’re standing, you take a moment to admire just how good he looks in his suit. his dress pants just tight enough to show off his muscular thighs, his suit jacket buttoned-up and making him look far too fine for his own good.

he links his arm around your waist, his hand against your side, and he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. despite the innocence of the kiss, you can still tell that he’s more than eager to leave the party. and truthfully, so are you.

“five more minutes,” you whisper in his ear before taking another sip of champagne. he grins at you, nodding his head in agreement.

the drive back home is even tenser than the one to the party. minho’s hand doesn’t leave your inner thigh the entire time, periodically squeezing the flesh and rubbing his pinkie finger against the lacy fabric of your underwear. every touch, every movement of his hand has you holding your breath and biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging him to pull over right on the side of the road. you just know he would never let you live it down if you couldn’t even wait the ten-minute drive it takes to reach your home.

finally pulling into the driveway, you’re both in a rush to get inside, parking the car and getting out in record speed. your hand tremble ever so slightly in your hurry to unlock the front door. minho stands directly behind you, ushering you inside the moment the key turns in the lock.

you’re barely in the door before he’s pressing his body against yours, kissing you hungrily. his hands grip your hips roughly, not an ounce of softness to be found, and you just know that you’re in for a treat tonight. part of you wonders just what will happen if you decide to press some of his buttons, but perhaps tonight is not the night, for you’re far too worked up from the car ride to risk him denying you a release. he delivers a brief smack to your ass before pulling away from the kiss.

his eyes are dark when they connect with yours, and he looks positively starving. there’s little doubt in your mind that he’s spent the majority of the night waiting just for this moment, thinking about all the different ways you can have fun.

grabbing his hand in yours, you pull him towards the bedroom, not wanting to waste any more time. as soon as you’re both within the confines of the bedroom, minho presses his chest to your back. his body is warm against yours, one of his hands resting on your waist, the other tracing along your lower stomach, fingers dancing down to press against your clothed clit.

he doesn’t stay that way for anywhere near long enough, already pulling his hands away and leaning in to whisper against the shell of your ear.

“on your knees, baby.”

instantly, you drop to the floor, your skin prickling slightly in humiliation over how quick you are to obey him. but you can’t bring yourself to care too much when he smirks down at you. with two fingers underneath your chin, he gently tilts your head up so that you’re properly looking at him before using that same hand to gently stroke your cheek. the gesture is sweet, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

he prods at your lips softly with his thumb, and you don’t hesitate to bring his digit into your mouth, sucking wantonly. minho groans lowly at your action, watching the way your lips are closed around his thumb. your mouth is warm, and already he’s twitching in his pants to fuck your throat.

he pulls away from you, giving himself just enough space to undo his belt. his movements are slow, deliberate, but you can his eagerness in the way he moves. the moment his dress pants are around his ankles, he’s moving back towards you. his cock rests in his palm, already fully erect, and you’re sure he’s glad to finally be free from the restrain of his pants.

he presses his tip to your lips, and obediently you open wide, allowing him to press his way into your mouth. he doesn’t move his hips straight away, giving you a moment to prepare yourself. and after you tap twice against his thigh, signalling that you’re ready, he begins moving.

his thrusts are shallow at first, still wanting to allow you a little bit more time to relax your throat. but gradually, he sets into a steady rhythm. you focus on your breathing, allowing minho to use your mouth as he pleases. your hands rest on his thighs, gripping tight enough for your nails to leave behind little crescent indents in this skin. he grips your hair tightly, tugging at the roots just hard enough for you to moan around him.

there’s little warning before he pulls out of your mouth, and the rush of air into your lungs is almost too much, causing you to cough a few times. he looks down at you, eyes filled with such lust that you can barely focus on anything else. he chuckles, obviously entertained by your fucked out expression.

“open.”

you do so without pause, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. minho stands above you, and you watch as a trail of spit leaves his mouth and lands on your tongue. the action is downright filthy, something neither of you indulge very often, meaning that when you finally do, it’s all the more heavenly.

you swallow, mind focusing on the way his spit slides down your throat. opening your mouth again, you hope he’ll repeat the action once more. but he doesn’t. instead, he just stares down at you, eyes connected with yours.

“you’re so cute and pathetic, my dumb little pet.” he pats your right cheek, his touch just barely firm enough to send a small sting across your skin.

“please fuck my mouth again, sir,” you mutter, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“anything for my baby,” he says, obliging your request.

you don’t know what it is about minho, but in any of your previous relationships and hookups, you’d never enjoyed sucking dick. but with minho, it’s like you can never get enough, always greedy for more, and he’s more than happy to indulge your desires.

“fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” his hips don’t slow down, continuing to fuck your throat. “but i’m not surprised considering you’re such a whore.”

you moan around his cock, the degradation and praise mixing deliciously and settling pleasantly under your skin. he may only be in your mouth, but you can feel him everywhere. it’s one of the things he’s good at in these scenes, making you feel everything, getting you drunk on his cock in ways that no one else has ever achieved with you.

messy. that’s the best way to describe the scene right now. his hand still gripping your hair, his cock buried between your spit-soaked lips, your saliva dripping down your chin onto the carpet beneath you. your gags are loud, drowning out the sound of minho’s quiet moans.

the empty ache in your pussy vies for your attention, but you pay it no mind, too enthralled with the weight of minho’s cock on your tongue and the way he feels in the back of your throat.

it’s not very often that minho’s self-control waivers enough for him to cum early but suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised – considering his many lingering stares throughout the night – when you can taste the salty bitterness on your tongue.

“let me see,” he commands, and you stick your tongue out, showing off the pool of cum that he left behind. “now swallow.”

you do with no hesitation, not taking nearly enough time to savour the taste before opening your mouth once more and showing him that you did indeed swallow.

“good girl.”

minho moves to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving you still kneeling on the floor. you don’t move, awaiting his instruction. as if in thought, he looks around, but very quickly you can see something click in his mind. he reaches up the bed, grabbing something that you can’t see from your position on the floor.

“hump it,” he says tossing a pillow onto the ground in front of you. you look up at him incredulously, blinking in disbelief.

did you hear him right? did he say what you think he did?

“and put on a good show for me.”

you suppose he did.

grabbing the pillow, you position it between your legs. you’d ignored the throbbing need for so long now, that the moment you make contact with the fabric of the pillowcase, your body is trembling. you haven’t even moved yet, haven’t even begun grinding down on the pillow but minho can already see the shaking in your legs.

slowly, after a deep breath, you drag your hips forward. you could almost cry. it feels good, but it’s nowhere near enough to get you to an orgasm. frustrated, you look up at minho, preparing your best glare, but it disappears from your face when you see him.

the rest of his clothes have been removed, leaving him fully naked. he’s leaning back, one arm propping himself up while he jerks himself off lazily. he’s watching you, using the sight of you as his own personal porn video. it’s obvious he’s only trying to get himself back to full hardness after cumming early, but the view of him has your mouth watering and your pussy clenching.

you think back to what he said. put on a good show for me. an idea pops into your head and you sit up straighter, grabbing the hem of your dress. you lift it up slowly, provocatively, watching as minho’s eyes home in on your newly exposed skin. you discard the dress, goosebumps forming under his intense stare.

you can hear his quiet groan, and you decide to go a step further. reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side just as you did with your dress. his stare turns to your breasts as you grasp them in your hands, running your thumbs around your nipples.

hips still moving, you emphasise your moans, knowing just how much he loves the sounds you make. your moans almost echo, amplified by the otherwise silence of the bedroom and you can see minho’s cock twitch in his hand in response.

“you look so fucking good, y/n,” he says, still pumping himself. “c’mere, baby.”

your underwear sticks to your slick folds uncomfortably as you stand, but it doesn’t last too long because the moment you’re standing between minho’s legs, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls the lacy fabric down your legs.

with a firm grip on your hips, he pulls you closer to him until you’re straddling his waist, his cock resting between your folds. on most other occasions, you’d tease him, remaining still just to watch him squirm. but tonight, you’re far too worked up, desperate to feel some sort of relief from the needy ache in your cunt.

and so, without much delay, you drag your hips forward, grinding along his length just as you were doing to the pillow previously. you moan at the feeling; at the way he glides between your slick fold so easily. it’s almost embarrassing just how wet you are for him, but you can barely find it within yourself to truly care, too distracted by the way he’s so close to filling you up. your hands grip his shoulders for stability, body trembling with pleasure.

“kiss me.”

you do, pressing your lips against his. what begins as a moment of softness, a gentle kiss, quickly turns into an expression of carnal desire. it’s a clash of lips, teeth and tongues. his lips are against yours, tongue exploring your mouth with fervour.

you both pull away, panting for air, and as minho stares at your face, you have no doubt that you already look completely fucked out.

with no warning, he manhandles you, manoeuvring you so that you're on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed. the act catches you off guard, but you love the way his hands grip your hips harshly, fingers digging in to the point where you’re sure they’re going to leave bruises.

the air is cold against your dripping cunt, but thankfully you don’t have to put up with it for too long, because minho is lining himself up and slowly pressing his way into your walls. it’s euphoric, the way he stretches you out, almost as if his cock was designed just for your body. his next thrusts into you have you moaning, arms almost giving out underneath you. somehow, you manage to keep your body up, moving your hips back to meet his hips.

he grabs your arms, pinning your wrists together behind your back. your face is pressed further into the mattress with every one of minho’s harsh thrusts. but all you can think about is the overwhelming pleasure.

his hand smacks harshly against your ass, and you moan out at the sting that reverberates around your body. the pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a beautiful concoction that has you reeling. his hand connects with your skin again, and again, and once more before returning to its grip on your hip.

“i wonder what people would say if they knew you were such a slut for me,” he pants, and in your mind, you can picture how he looks. you can picture the flush of his skin, the way his mouth hangs slightly open, and the way he looks down at your bodies connecting.

you can’t even respond to his words. the angle he has you at has him reaching that sweet spot inside you, pressing against it with every thrust. you can feel your orgasm looming, the knot tightening. you’re sure minho can feel you clenching around him. he lets go of your wrists, leaning down over you so that his chest is pressed against your back. he snakes one hand underneath you, his finger finding your clit and rubbing circles against it to get you closer to your release.

“fuck, minho. ’m gonna cum.” you say breathily, a moan audible in your voice.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.”

it feels as if you’re walking a tightrope, balancing haphazardly in the air. and with one particularly well-placed rub against your clit, you’re tipping off the rope, body feeling like it’s floating as you orgasm. through the haze of your high, you can faintly hear minho muttering quiet praises, telling him how well you’re doing for him.

coming back down from your high, you register the fact that minho is still thrusting into you, chasing his own release. the pleasure turns into prickles of overstimulation, but luckily from the stutter of his hips, you can tell he’s close.

you clench around him, trying to provide just a little bit more for him to reach his end. and it works. his hips still, pressed flush against your ass as he cums, coating your walls.

the room falls into silence, both of you taking a moment to bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. but the moment of bliss must come to an end.

minho pulls out of you, and you can feel his cum dripping from your pussy.

"c'mon, shower time," he says, helping you to stand on your wobbly legs.

the shower is short but sweet. full of many chaste kisses and a few terrible jokes as you both lather and rinse the soap from your skin.

once out of the shower, both of you change into comfortable pyjamas. you camber into bed, head resting against the only pillow still left on the bed - which just so happened to be minho's one. he goes to follow you, stopping in his tracks when he sees that there's no pillow for him to use.

"that's my pillow," he says, humour in his eyes.

"well that's too bad, you made me hump mine." you grin at him, pointing at the other pillow still discarded on the floor.

with a playful huff, he grabs the other pillow and leaves the room, saying he'll be back in a moment.

you pull the blankets around you while you wait for him, flicking through the selection of movies, searching for something to watch. he returns after only a few minutes, pillow in his hands, clad in a fresh pillowcase.

he tosses it onto the bed next to your head before climbing under the covers next to you. he pulls you into his chest just as you decide on a movie, the opening scene lighting up the screen and room.

his arm is around you, holding you tightly. you snuggle up close. it's these moments that you truly adore. you love the roughness of the scenes, but there's something special about the softness afterwards. where minho holds you as if you're the most delicate being, and you remind him how much you love him. it's sweet and soft, and you wouldn't change it for anything.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz lee know smut #stray kids lee know smut #lee know smut #lino smut #lee minho smut

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Dive Into You: intro.

Preview: “Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, altar boy Mark(had to srry)

There will be smut.

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, corruption.

“It’s so unfair how you make me go to church every week. You never make dad go!” You protests from the passenger seat, your mother ignoring you turning the volume up singing along to her favorite gospel songs.

“How else will you ever repent for your sin’s without the lord’s guidance?” She taunts in return. Overshadowing the mention of your father using Sunday football as the reason he cannot attend. “You should be excited! A new church! A new town! An opportunity for you to finally break free from your shell and make friends!”

“I have.. friend..” you roll your eyes, tapping your forehead into the window. Eyeing over the small mom and pop shops on the way. Why did your dad’s job need to relocate the summer before college? Why did you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

“I would love to see you get proactive in this new church! I’ve heard at work they have an amazing choir. Your falsetto isn’t so bad.” She nudges you with her elbow pulling into the parking lot. The church building is nothing spectacular, quant, small town defined.

“I’m a terrible singer mom” you slam the car door shut, tugging at the collar of your stuffy dress. A frigid garment your mother insisted you wear to impress today.

“Ah, that’s not true sweetie!” She licks over her thumb, rubbing at your cheek. You grimace pulling away in embarrassment as eyes linger over you.

“Mom please, it’s bad enough you made me wear this.” You continue whining, pulling at the hem of your dress. She dawns a bright happy smile walking into the church with an arm around your shoulders.

“Ah! It’s so beautiful! I love it so much already!” Your mom cheerfully spins as you enter together. You cough out swatting at the dusty air. What the hell was so beautiful about an old stuffy building full of judgement.

“That must be Pastor Lee! I read so much about him in the town’s facebook group! Wonderful man!” She pulls you down the aisle toward the front of the church. Pastor Lee stands there decked out in old robes covered in symbolic characters greeting everyone arriving.

“Pastor Lee!” Your mother calls out with an excited wave. The pastor’s eyes widen with an inviting smile.

“Welcome! I recognize you from the facebook group!” The pastor, quite handsome actually replies, with his arms held out. “It’s always a honor to invite new members into the community.”

“Oh pastor, the church is just gorgeous! You can really feel the lord’s energy in these walls! I really cannot tell you how excited I am to help out in any way!” your mother’s over joyed vocals catch the attention of other church goers. You duck your face trying to hide from the curious eyes.

“And I am so excited for you to provide assistance! We can always use helping hands around here! ..and who might I ask is this lovely young lady?” Pastor Lee leans toward your direction with a warm smile.

“My daughter! My only one! My little gift from the heaven’s. She’s overwhelmed with joy to be here.” Your mother grits out words between her teeth, squeezing a hand on your side. You force a smile onto your face with a nod.

“Ah, that’s just wonderful. I have two of my own about your age. I will have to have them show you around town sometime!” The pastor expresses patting over your arm.

“Oh that would be so wonderful Pastor Lee! My little girl has a real difficult time making friends!” Your mother nearly shouts out.

“Mom!” You squeak, ducking further into yourself.

“Well! Speaking of making friends! Mark!” Pastor waves over a young man, can’t be much older than yourself. Dressed in altar boy garments. “This is Mark, my nephew. He will be a pastor himself one day.”

“Welcome!” Mark waves with both hands dawning a friendly smile. The definition of a wholesome boy, one your parents could only dream of.

“Please, do show around our new members Mark. I have to just finish setting up for today’s sermon.” He waves you and your mother off, walking over to the podium.

“Of course pastor. Please ladies, let me show you to the best seats.” Mark directs you toward pews in the front. Your mother excuses herself to use the rest room, shoving her bible into your chest.

“Be a dear and hold onto that while I tinkle.” She whispers scurrying off.

“So, just moved huh?” Mark questions clasping his hands together. He’s excruciatingly polite, a perfect future pastor.

“Yea..” you take a seat, not much for conversation with new people. Taking in the setting before you. Mark lingers for a minute before turning with a nod.

“Wait! Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

“What do you mean? That’s the pastors son??” Your eyes widen admiring the attractive man in a black leather jacket. Whatever he’s discussing seems to be getting heated.

“He just is, has a reputation around here. Don’t get me wrong- I mean that’s my cousin and all, of course. Him and his younger brother used to be active in the church with me but.. bad seeds..Every family has to have them I suppose.” Mark shrugs.

“Reputations are usually full of lies don’t you think?” You question Mark’s words. How stereotypical would it be for the small town pastor to have a bad boy son. Right??

“Hah.. yea well, I warned you!” Mark laughs shaking his head.

“Excuse me..” Haechan approaches the two of you, eyes quickly moving over your figure.

“Speak of the devil” Mark mutters, raising a brow toward Haechan. “Hey dude, what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Jeno’s welcome back party tonight right? Don’t be a fucking square.” Haechan shoots him a glare, lifting a finger toward his face.

“Yea yea.. ” Mark swats his hand away with a sigh. “I’ll be there. Can’t believe Jeno’s been gone for a month already, he’s probably super excited to come back home.”

“Sure, I guess..” Haechan looks your way again, lifting a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh.. I just.. I just moved... I’m new! My mom uh..” you stammer out nervously, admiring over his delicate features. Haechan’s brows furrow together, scanning your seated body again.

“You look like you’ll fit right in here.” He laughs to himself. “But hey, you should come tonight! The more the merrier right?.. maybe don’t wear that.” Your mouth opens, releasing nothing as embarrassment courses through you. Haechan waves at someone entering the doors.

“Later prudes!” he walks off leaving you seated there awkwardly near Mark with your mouth hung open.

“Is he single by any chance?...” your eyes follow Haechan’s retreating form. Chewing at your lower lip with frustration.

“Single? He’s... a whore.” Mark scoffs out with a roll of his eyes. “Anyway! Would you like to join me for the get together? It’s really not a party, maybe like 20 of us at most. It will be here in the bible study room.”

“Here? Oh, it really isn’t a party then huh.. but Haechan will be there?” you mumble to yourself, eyes still stuck on the man in question.

“Yea yea, hopefully too high off his ass to start any drama again.” Mark groans, words muffled to your uninterested ears.

“Sounds great! What time?”

Part 1–>

a/n: I’m going to hell after this, anyway! Reply/PM for taglist🤗

Tag: @seuomo @unknown5tar

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scum villain is a greek tragedy disguised as a regular tragedy disguised as a comedy disguised as a danmei

this is going to be long, and this is only PART ONE.

a.k.a, Analysing the plot of Scum Villain’s Self Saving System through Aristotle’s Poetics, because I Have Mental Issues

Part One: Introduction and the Tragic Hero

Scum Villain’s Self Saving System is a tragedy disguised as a comedy, unless you’re Shen Yuan, in which case it’s a mixture of a romance and a survival horror. It's a fever dream. It's a horrible, terrible book that made me feel new undiscovered emotions when I finished reading it.

The thing is... SVSSS shares characteristics with some of the most famous tragedies in the West, such as Oedipus Rex, Medea, Antigone, the Oresteia... if you haven’t read these, I’ll explain everything. But the gist of my argument is this: SVSSS is the perfect tragedy. In triplicate.

Tragedy as a genre is old as balls and so it has meant slightly different things to different people over the last few thousand years. I'll be focusing on ancient Greek tragedy, which was performed at the yearly Festival of Dionysus in Athens during the 500-350s BC (give or take a hundred years). Aristotle, when writing about this very specific subset of tragedy, had no idea that one day Scum Villain would be written, and then that I would be using his work as a way to look at Shen Qingqiu’s Funky Transmigration Mistake. Anyway!

Greek tragedy greatly influenced European dramatic tradition. I have a lot of opinions about white academics idolising and upholding the classics as the "paragon of culture" but I'll withhold them for now. I have no idea if MXTX has read Greek tragedy or not, so don't take this as me saying they are writing it.

In my opinion, tragedy is a universal human constant. We are surrounded by pain and hurt and none of it makes any sense, so we seek to process that pain through drama, art, literature, etc. We want to understand why pain happens, and how it happens, and try to make sense of the senseless. The universe is cold and cruel and random. Tragedy eases some of that pain.

On that note: Just because I am analysing Scum Villain through a Greek lens doesn't mean that it was written that way. I'm pasting an interpretation onto the book when there's probably a very rich and deep history of Chinese tragedy that I just don't know about. If you ever want to talk about that, please, god, hit me up, I would love to learn about it!!

Anyway, tragedy. MXTX is excellent at it! Mo Dao Zu Shi? Painful dynastic family tragedy. Heaven Official's Blessing? Mostly romance, but she managed to get that pure pain in there, huh?

But in my opinion, Scum Villain holds the crown for the most tragic of her stories. MDZS was more of a mystery. TGCF was more of a romance. Neither of them shy away from their tragic elements.

Scum Villain would fit right in between the work of Sophocles, Euripides and Aeschylus. How? Let me show you. Join me on my mystery tour into the world of "Aristotle Analyses Danmei..."

Part One: The Tragic Hero

What is a tragic hero? Generally, Greek tragic heroes are united by the same key characteristics. He must be imperfect, having a "fatal flaw" of some kind. He must have something to lose. And he must go from fortune to misfortune thanks to that fatal flaw.

There are two (technically three) tragic protagonists in SVSSS and all of them are tragic in different but formulaic ways. Each protagonist has their own version of “hamartia” or a “fatal flaw”.

Actually, hamartia isn’t necessarily a flaw - rather, it is a thing which makes the audience pity and fear for them, a careful imperfection, a point of weakness in the character’s morality or reasoning that allows for bad things to happen to them. For example, in Oedipus Rex, the king Oedipus has a “fatal flaw” of always wanting to find the truth, but this isn’t exactly a flaw, right? Note: this flaw can be completely unwitting, as we see with Shen Yuan. It can also be something that the protagonist is born with, some kind of trait from birth or very young.

Shen Yuan

Shen Yuan’s “hamartia” is his rigid adherence to fate and his inability to read a situation as anything but how he thinks it ought to be. He believes that Bingmei will grow into Bingge, and it takes several years, two deaths, and some truly traumatising sex to convince him otherwise.

Shen Jiu

Shen Jiu’s fatal flaw is his cruelty. It is his own sadistic treatment and abuse of Binghe which directly leads to his eventual dismemberment. This is kind of a no-brainer. Of course, it isn't all that simple, and as an audience we pity him for his cruelty as much as we fear it because we know it comes from his own abuse as a child. This just makes him even more tragic. Delicious.

Luo Binghe

Luo Binghe’s fatal flaw is a complicated mix of things. It is his position as the “protagonist” which compels him to act in certain ways and be forced to suffer. It is his half-demonic heritage, something entirely out of his control, which sets in motion his tragic reversal of fortune when he gets yeeted into the Abyss. He also, much like Shen Yuan, has the propensity to jump to conclusions and somehow make 2 + 2 = 5.

As well as having their respective “flaws”, all three protagonists match the rough outline of a good tragic hero in another way: they are in a position of great wealth and power. Even when you split the different characters into different “versions”, this still holds true. Yes, Luo Binghe is raised a commoner by a washerwoman foster mother, but his dad is an emperor and he also ends up becoming an emperor himself.

Yes, Shen Jiu is an ex-slave and a victim of abuse himself, but Shen Qingqiu is a powerful peak lord with an entire mountain’s worth of resources at his back.

Shen Yuan is a second generation new money rich kid.

Bingge is a stereotypical protagonist with a golden finger. Bingmei is a treasured and loved disciple with a good reputation and a privileged seat by his shizun’s side.

In a tragedy, having this kind of good fortune at the beginning of your story is dangerous. Chaucer says that tragedy is (badly translated into modern english) “a certain story / of him that stood in great prosperity / and falls out of high degree / into misery, and ends up wretchedly”. If we follow this line of thinking, a good tragedy is about someone who has a lot to lose, losing everything because of one fatal point of weakness that they fail to address or understand.

If we look at Shakespeare, this is what makes King Lear such a fantastic tragic protagonist. He is a king in control of most of England, who from his own lack of wisdom and excess of pride, decides to split his kingdom apart to give to his daughters, favouring his murderous, double crossing progeny, and condemning his only actually filial daughter to death. He loses his kingdom, his mind, and his beloved daughter, all because of his own stupidity.

This brings us to:

Part Two: Peripeteia

This reversal of fortunes is called peripeteia. It is the moment where the entire plot shifts, and the hero’s fortunes go from good to bad. Think of it like one of those magic eye puzzles, where you stare at the image until a 3D shark appears, except you realise the shark was always there, you just couldn't ever see it, waiting for you, hungry, deadly, always lurking just behind that delightful pattern of random blue squiggles.

Each tragic hero has their own moment of peripeteia in SVSSS, sometimes several:

Shen Qingqiu

In the original PIDW, SQQ’s peripeteia presumably occurs when he finds out that Bingge didn’t perish in the Abyss but has actually been training hard to come and pay him back. There’s really not much I’m interested in saying here - as a villain, OG!SQQ is cut and dry, and the audience doesn’t really feel any pity or fear for him. As Shen Yuan often mentions, what the audience feels when they see OG!SQQ is bloodlust and sick satisfaction. There is also the trial at Huan Hua Palace, which I will talk about in Shen Yuan’s section.

Shen Yuan (SQQ 2.0)

One of SY’s most poggers moment of peripeteia is the glorious, terrifying section between hearing Binghe for the first time after the Abyss moment, and getting shoved into the Water Prison.

“Behind him, a low and soft voice came: “Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu’s neck felt stiff as he slowly turned his head. Luo Binghe’s face was the most frightening thing he had ever seen.

The scariest thing about it was that the expression on his face was not cold at all. His smile wasn’t sharp like a knife. Rather, it showed a kind of bone-deep gentleness and amiability.”

This is the moment of true horror for Shen Yuan, because he knows what happens next: the plot unfurls before him, inevitable and painful, and he knows that death awaits him at Luo Binghe's hands (lol). Compare it with the bone deep certainty with which he faces his own downfall during the sham of a trial later in the chapter (I’ve bolded the important part):

“In the original work, Qiu Haitang’s appearance signified only one thing: Shen Qingqiu’s complete fall from grace. [...] Shen Qingqiu’s heart streamed with tears. Great Master… I know you’re doing this for my own good, but I’ll actually suffer if she speaks her words clearly. This truly is the saying “not frightened of doing a shameful deed, just afraid the ghost (consequences) will come knocking”!”

After the peripeteia is usually the denouement where the plot wraps up and the threads are all tied together leaving no loose ends, but because this tragedy isn’t Shen Yuan’s but the former Shen Jiu’s, it’s impossible to finish.

Shen Yuan cannot provide the meaningful answers that the narrative demands because 1) he doesn’t have any memory of doing anything, and 2) he wasn’t the person who did them. Narratively, he cannot follow the same path as the former SQQ because he lacks the same fatal flaw: cruelty.

This is why Binghe doesn’t kill him - because he loves him, rather than despises him. And this is why Shen Yuan has to sacrifice himself and die for Luo Binghe in order to save him from Xin Mo: because the narrative demands that denouement follows peripeteia, and SQQ’s fate is in the hands of the narrative.

(Side note: I believe that this literal death also represents the death of OG!SQQ's tragic arc. The body that committed all those crimes must die to satisfy the narrative. SQQ must die, like burning down a forest, so that new growth can sprout from the ashes. After this, Shen Yuan's story has more room to develop instead.)

It must happen to show Bingmei that SQQ loves him too. And this brings us to Bingmei.

Bingmei

Bingmei has two succinct moments of utter downfall. The first is a literal fall - his flaw, his demonic heritage, leads his beloved shizun to throw him down into the Abyss. From his point of view, SQQ is punishing him simply for the status of his birth. He rapidly goes from being loved and cherished unconditionally, to being the victim of an assassination attempt.

He realises that he is totally unlovable: that for the crimes of his species that he never had a hand in, he must pay the price as well: that his shizun is so righteous that no matter what love there was between them, if SQQ sees a demon, he will kill it. Even if that demon is Bingmei.

The second moment is when SQQ dies for him. Again, from his point of view, he was chasing after a man who was struggling to see him as a human being. Shen Qingqiu’s death makes Bingmei realise that he has been completely misunderstanding his shizun: that SQQ would literally die for him, the ultimate act of self sacrifice from love: that SQQ loved him despite his demon heritage.

Much like King Lear holding the corpse of his daughter and wailing in sheer grief and pain because he did this, he caused this, Bingmei gets to hold his shizun's cold body and cry his eyes out and know that it was his fault. (Kind of.)

(Yes, I’m bringing Shakespeare into this, no I am not justifying myself)

Maybe I'm a bit sadistic, but that scene slaps. Let me show you a comparison of scenes so you get the picture.

Re-enter KING LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and others following

KING LEAR

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so

That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever!

I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;

If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Why, then she lives.

[...]

KING LEAR

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,

Never, never, never, never, never!

Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.

Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,

Look there, look there!

Dies

Versus this scene in SVSSS:

Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to everything else, greatly agitated and at a loss of what to do. He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly, “Shizun?”

[...]

Luo Binghe involuntarily held Shen Qingqiu closer.

He said in a small voice, “I was wrong, Shizun, I really… know that I was wrong.

“I… I didn’t want to kill you…”

PAIN. SO MUCH BEAUTIFUL PAIN. Yes, I know Shakespeare isn’t Athenian, but he was inspired by the good old stuff and he also knew how to write a perfect tragedy on his own terms. Anyway. I’ll find more Greek examples later.

This post was a bit all over the place, but I hope it has been fun to read. Part Two will be coming At Some Point, Who Knows When. This is a bit messy and unedited, but hey, I’m not getting paid or graded, so you can eat any typos or errors. Unless you’re here to talk to me about Chinese tragedy, in which case, please pull up a seat, let me get you a drink, make yourself at home.

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Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE

Summary: Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother.

Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi

A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)

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“What’s your return policy on rings?”

The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...

Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time.

“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement.

His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all.

“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.”

He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh.

The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back.

No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences?

Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol.

Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones.

“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.

“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles.

“It’s just--so old and tacky.”

“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?”

She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."

"Who cares what your colleagues think?"

Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.

Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.

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"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.

Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.

"Miss?"

You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"

He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."

It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.

It keeps ringing. No one picks up.

You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."

You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"

Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.

Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.

A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.

"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"

He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:

"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."

Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.

"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.

The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."

"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"

He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."

Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.

"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"

"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"

"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.

"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."

"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."

His father nods, "alright. Thanks."

"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.

"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."

"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."

"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."

"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.

"Do you need a ride?"

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You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.

"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.

"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."

His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.

Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."

"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.

"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"

You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."

"What's a crush?"

"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"

"Yeah I did."

"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.

"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.

You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."

You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.

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"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"

Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.

Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.

"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."

"Did she?"

The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."

"Do you really like miss Y/N?"

"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."

"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"

"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.

"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."

"That's nice of her."

"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"

"Uh--yeah. Sure."

"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"

"Yup."

"Daddy!"

Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."

"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."

"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."

A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"

"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."

"Why?"

There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:

"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."

Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.

"Did you love mama?"

Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.

"Yeah."

Another short pause. "Did she love me?"

"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.

He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.

"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"

Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.

Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.

"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"

"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."

Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter.

As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart.

He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form.

Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him.

He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.

He really needs to take that down.

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ravenprinzess · 3 years

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hii! could you possibly write a Kazuha fic where the reader is apart of the crux and often confides to Beidou about her feelings for Kazuha but he somehow overhears their conversation. Thank you!

we were always meant to be.

pairing ; kazuha x fem!reader

genre ; fluff.

word count ; 1.2k.

summary ; there is a certain samurai she adores, however she wasn't sure of his own feelings. one day he overhears her conversation about him.

warnings ; brief mention of violence, blood, injuries.

note ; this is adorable- KSHHE thanks for the request !! hope you like this. <3

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for as long as she could remember, she was always on the run. that is when she found out about beidou and the crux. soon she managed to befriend beidou, resulting her ultimate join to the crux mates. the ship went across sea, from mondstadt, to liyue to inazuma - and even as far are sumeru and snezhnaya. they have helped people to escape, wether it was from the fatui or from the vision hunters. and one practicular person that they had managed to save, stood out to her the most. kaedehara kazuha. a lone samurai who was on the run from the vision hunters - soley because of his anemo vision. (y/n) found herself hanging out more and more with him, all whilst sailing along the calm waves of the ocean. she remembered their first meeting.

once there was enough space for him to come onto the ship, a gentle hand reached out to him. he looked up, seeing a young with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes staring back at him. he froze for a moment, letting himself indulge in her beauty. it took him a couple seconds to grab onto her hand, allowing her to pull him onto the ship before quickly sailing away. he sat himself down, watching the waves, and watching inazuma straying further away from them.

a young man who was covered in dirt and blood, stood alone at the shore of inazuma. his red hues stared out at the open sea. just barely he managed to escape - but now he had no way to go and no home to return to. and as if the archons heard his prayers, he saw a pirate ship coming to his vision. hope began to fill him up as he waved his hands in the air in order to get their attention. and luckily for him - they took a notice of him, sailing closer to him.

"the view is lovely, isn't it ?" he heard a sweet voice talking to him. he turned his head, meeting the gaze of the same girl that had helped him earlier. he nodded in response - the view was truly magnificent. "my name's (y/n)." she soon added, her gaze averting from him to the blue waves underneath the ship. he repeated her name a few times in his head, making sure to remember it. after all, he owes her now that she had saved his life. "kaedehara kazuha. but please call me kazuha." the male responded, a small smile formed on his lips. it was nice talking to someone who didn't try to hurt him.

"so, kazuha. what's your story ?" the girl asked out of curiousity. and yet her gaze remained away from him. his eyebrows furrowed. she wanted to know about him ? but why ? no one had ever shown that much interest in him. the feeling; it was quite refreshing to him. "my," he paused for a moment. "story ?" letting out a sigh, he hugged his legs to his chest, his blood-like hues staring off to the sunset. ah, it has been a while since he had properly admired the nature.

"i had pretty much ran away from inazuma." he began, and thought it was quite obvious already - she didn't say a word. "the dirt and scars you see on my clothing, i got those when i fought for my life against the vision hunters." needless to say, it was pretty impressive how he had managed to kill off a group of assailants all by himself. "well then, i'd get you clean clothing then." (y/n) responded with a smile, which had soon made his heart flutter.

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"what should i do with my feelings ? what if he doesn't feel the same ?" he heard (y/n) letting out. a sharp pang pierced his chest. she liked someone, and was afraid that he wouldn't like her back. if he doesn't like her back then he's most likely insane. she was beautiful, funny, nice and had a kind heart - how could someone not like her ? and yet he decided to remain silent, hoping to learn the identity of her 'mystery man'. "you surely have to try. if kazuha doesn't like you back then so be it - at least you'd know you were pining after the wrong person."

it was time for him to show off his gratitude for saving him. of course, he'd thank beidou later as well. but now it was time to look for (y/n). his eyes wandered across the ship, his eyebrows furrowed when he couldn't catch a glimpse of her. a sigh escaped from his lips when he made his way inside, only to stop by beidou's captain room. he heard voices from there, which were quite familiar to him. taking a step closer, he realized who it was - beidou and (y/n). the two ladies that saved his life. but what were they talking about ? the boy got closer and decided to eavesdrop out of curiousity.

kazuha.

that's him. that's his name. does that mean- oh, he leaned on the door too much and accidentally opened it, revealing the figures of the two women that were chatting with one another. his face flushed red out of pure embarrassment before blurting out a small apology. he couldn't bare looking at (y/n) in the eyes due to her sudden, indirect confession. beidou let out a sigh. "i'll let you two talk alone." and with that being said, she walked out. while passing by kazuha, she squeezed his shoulder gently to reassure him everything was going to turn out okay. he nodded shortly before entering the room, turning to face the latter soon after.

"so, you heard it, huh ?" (y/n) let out a nervous chuckle out of her lips. there was no point denying anything - especially not when he had heard it. after all; you cannot get what she said wrong - unless you're utterly stupid. but kazuha was not. he was the smartest guy that she had ever met - he went through so much despite his young age, so of course he was wise. wiser than most people, that is. "i did." the male confirmed shortly, his pale fingers fiddling with the red streak in his hair. "so, you have feelings for me."

"i do." the female nodded shortly, her gaze averting from him. "and if you don't feel the same just say it already. i hate standing here and feeling like a complete moron." after she said that, the male's eyes widened in surprise. why did she think so lowly of herself ? it pained his heart more than he had thought. letting out a hsavy breath, he approached the latter and reached his hands out, pushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

"i don't think you look like a moron. in fact, i was about to say that i love you too. without you, i wouldn't be standing here now. well, without beidou too. but, you were the one who pulled me into the ship before i could get caught, and you were the only one willing to talk to me on my first days here on this ship." the male hummed, wrapping his arms around her figure before pulling her in for a warm embrace. "perhaps we were always meant to be, (y/n)."

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 27

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 27 - This Venerable One Will Cook You A Bowl of Noodles

Chu Wanning felt completely faint.

He blamed himself for being so distracted and unsuspecting on Life-Death Peak. He didn't even notice someone come over.

What was going on? Where did this child come from? His last name was Mo, but Mo. . . what was is again. . . ? Mo Shao? Mo Zhu? Mo. . . Yu?

He composed himself and put on an expression that screamed: "get away". The surprise and panic in his phoenix eyes were quickly masked by his usual harsh and threatening demeanour.

"You—"

He raised his hand out of habit to discipline him, but something suddenly caught his wrist.

Chu Wanning was stunned.

He had been around for a while yet no one had ever dared grab his wrist so casually. For a while, he was frozen in place, not knowing what he should do.

Pull it away and give him a backhanded slap?

. . . It felt like a good word to describe that would be "indecent," like he was no different from a woman in this situation.

Then pull his hand away and not slap him?

. . . Wouldn't that seem like he was being too nice?

Chu Wanning hesitated for a long time and didn't move but the young man laughed: "What's this on your hand? It's pretty good-looking, do you teach how to make stuff like this? Everyone else has introduced themselves already but you haven't spoken yet. Which elder are you? Hey, do you have a headache?"

With so many questions thrown at him, while Chu Wanning's mind hadn't hurt before, now it did.

His mind felt like it was about to split in half. . .

As he got irritated, a golden light in his hand started to glow. When they saw that Tianwen was about to be summoned, the other elders were horrified and moved - Chu Wanning was crazy, right? He would even dare to whip Young Master Mo?

Then, Mo Ran was suddenly holding his hand.

Now Mo Ran had trapped both of his hands. Mo Ran didn't up on the danger of his situation. He pulled him closer and stood in front of him. He tilted his head and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Ran. I don't know anyone here, but just from looking at you, I like you the most. How about I worship you as my shizun, okay?"

This was completely unexpected. The people around them were even more horrified. Several elders gaped with mouths ajar.

Elder Xuanji: "Huh?"

Elder Pojun: "What!"

Elder Qisha: "Oh?"

Elder Jielu: "Uh. . ."

Elder Tanlang: "Hah, ridiculous."

Elder Lucun was the most feminine of the bunch with wavy hair and eyes flooded with peach blossoms: "Ah, this little boy is so bold. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's ass."

". . . I beg you, can you not say something so repulsive?" Qisha said with disgust.

Lucun rolled his eyes gracefully and hummed: "Fine, let me put it more eloquently. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's buttocks."

Qisha: ". . ." Just kill him and forget this ever happened.

The most popular of all the elders was the gentle and jade-like elder Xuanji. His techniques were easy to learn, and he was a modest gentleman. Most of the disciples on Life-Death Peak worshipped underneath him.

Chu Wanning originally thought that this Mo Ran would've been just like all the others. If not Elder Xuanji, then it should be the energetic Elder Pojun. It never should have been his turn

But Mo Ran was standing so close to him. His face showed a kind of intimacy and affection that was unfamiliar to him. He was like some clown that was just chosen. It was all so distressing for no reason.

Chu Wanning only knew how to deal with "awe", "fear" and "disgust". Something like "affection" was too complicated.

He didn't even have to think about it. He immediately rejected Mo Ran.

The young man froze. Hidden under his slender eyelashes, there was a sense of loneliness and unwillingness in his eyes. He lowered his head, thought for a second, and unreasonably muttered: "Anyways, I still choose you."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

The Lord was watching with great interest. He piped in with a smile:, "A-Ran, do you know who he is?"

"He didn't tell me, how would I?"

"Haha, since you don't know who he is, why would you pick him?"

Mo Ran was still tugging on Chu Wanning's hands. He turned his head, smiling and said to the Lord: "Because he looks the most gentle and easiest to talk to."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open, everything appearing fuzzy.

. . . That was one hell of a scene to see.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Mo Ran's eyes back then to actually think that he was gentle. Not to mention that all of Life-Death Peak heard about it. They all sent affectionate greetings to Young Master Mo Ran with looks that said "look at this foolish kid".

Chu Wanning lifted his hand to the corner of his faintly throbbing forehead.

His shoulder hurt, his mind was in turmoil, his stomach was hungry, and his head was spinning.

It seemed like he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

He fumed on the bed for a while. He sat up and was about to light a stick of incense to calm his mind when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Mo Ran was outside.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

He didn't answer. He didn't say whether to stay or leave.

But this time, the door opened by itself.

Chu Wanning looked up gloomily. The lit match in his hand hovered in mid-air but never reached the stick of incense. After a while, it went out.

Chu Wanning said: "Get out."

Mo Ran strolled in.

He was holding a steaming bowl of noodles, fresh from the pot.

This time it was a bit simpler. The noodles weren't as fancy. The rich white noodle soup was garnished with chopped green onion and white sesame seeds, small spare ribs, bok choy, and a slightly browned poached egg.

Chu Wanning was incredibly hungry but he didn't let it show on his face. He glanced at the noodles, then at Mo Ran. He turned his face away and didn't say anything.

Mo Ran put the noodles on the table, and gently said: "I asked the inn's chef to make another bowl."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes.

Sure enough, Mo Ran didn't make this dish himself.

"Eat some." Mo Ran said. "This bowl isn't spicy, has no beef, and no bean sprouts."

After speaking, he left and closed the door for Chu Wanning on his way out.

He apologized for Chu Wanning's injury.

But he could only do so much.

In the room, Chu Wanning leaned against the window, not knowing what to think. He crossed his arms and stared at the bowl of spare rib noodles from a distance until the heat of the noodles dissipated and they grew cold.

He finally walked over and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks, stirred up the cold and soggy noodles, and slowly ate them.

The case of the Chen family's haunting had been closed.

The next day, they picked up the black horses they had boarded from inside the stables and returned to the sect the same way they had arrived.

In the streets and alleys, tea stalls and rice shops, the people of Caidie Town were all talking about the Chen family's affairs.

The not-so-small town had broken out in scandal, one large enough for the townspeople to talk about it for a whole year.

"I didn't expect that Young Master Chen had been secretly married to Miss Luo for so long. Miss Luo is so pitiful."

"If you ask me, if the Chen family hadn't gotten rich, they wouldn't be able to survive this affair. Sure enough, men can't handle their money. Once they have money, only misfortune will await them."

One man was unhappy and said: "This wasn't Young Master Chen's fault. It's his parents' fault. Mr. Chen, that son of a bitch. His children and grandchildren should only give birth to children without assholes in the future."

Another said: "The dead are pitiful but what about the living? Look at Chen Yao, Yao Qianjin. She's the one who's truly been wronged. That black-hearted mother of the Chen family deceived her. Tell me, what should she do now?"

"Just get remarried."

The man rolled his eyes and sneered: "Remarried? Are you here to get married?"

The mud-coated man who was teased bared his teeth and picked at them, grinning: "If that woman at home agrees, I'd marry her. Ms. Yao looks so beautiful, I don't mind her being a widow."

"Bah, the toad wants to eat swan meat*."

(T/N: 癩蛤蟆想吃天鵝肉 - means having unrealistic wishes or expectations)

Mo Ran sat on the back of the horse, ears perked up, listening to all the conversations in high spirits. If it weren't for Chu Wanning's closed eyes, frown, and the words "extremely noisy" essentially spelled out on his forehead, Mo Ran might have wanted to go join the villagers.

They walked together and finally left the main city, arriving at the outskirts.

Shi Mei suddenly gasped and pointed to the distance: "Shizun, look over there."

In front of the ruined Master of Ceremonies Ghost's earthen temple, there was a large group of peasants in brown clothes and shorts. They were busy moving the bricks and stones. It seemed that they were planning to repair the damaged earthen temple and remould the golden body of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost.

Shi Mei said anxiously: "Shizun, the old Master of Ceremonies Ghost is gone but they've made a new one. Will this be cultivated into an immortal body again and do evil?"

Chu Wanning: "I don't know."

"Should we go and persuade them not to?"

Chu Wanning: "The custom of ghost marriages in Caidie Town has been around for several generations. How would you or I be able to persuade them in just a few words? Let's go."

As he spoke, dust flew up from the horse's hoof and he walked away.

It was already dusk when they returned to Life-Death Peak.

Chu Wanning said to the two disciples in front of the mountain gate: "You go to Danxin Hall and explain what happened. I'll go to the Court of Discipline."

Mo Ran looked puzzled: "Why would you go to the Court of Discipline?"

Shi Mei, on the other hand, looked worried: ". . ."

Chu Wanning nonchalantly said: "To receive my punishment."

Although it's said that an emperor commits the same crime as the common people, what emperor would actually have to go to jail for killing someone? The same goes for the cultivation world.

The elders who break the sect rules are as equally guilty as the disciples - in most sects, it's just empty talk.

In fact, if an elder breaks a rule, it was good enough just to write an apology letter. What fool would actually go to be punished with a willow vine or dozens of sticks?

So, after listening to Chu Wanning's explanation, Elder Jielu's complexion turned green.

"No, Elder Yuheng, did you really. . . did you really beat your client?"

Chu Wanning was indifferent: "Yes."

"You're so. . ."

Chu Wanning raised his stare and gave him a sullen look. Elder Jielu shut up.

"According to the law, for breaking this rule, the punishment is two hundred cane strikes, kneeling in Wushan Temple for seven days, and being forbidden from leaving the grounds for three months." Chu Wanning said. "I have no defence, and I voluntarily accept the punishment."

Elder Jielu: ". . ."

He looked around and hooked his fingers, and the door to the Court of Discipline closed with a clang. The surroundings fell silent, and it was only the two of them that stood opposite each other.

Chu Wanning: "What's the meaning of this?"

"Well, Elder Yuheng, it’s not that you don't understand the rules and their consequences, it's just that it shouldn't be something that you should be overly concerned with. This matter is finished. Let's forget it. If I beat you, won't the Lord be angry with me when he finds out?"

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk such nonsense with him and simply said: "I hold people accountable according to the law, and I should also be held accountable myself according to the law."

Kneeling down in front of the hall, facing the plaque of sect rules, he said:

"Punish me."

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