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leejungchans · 3 years

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— new girl.

juliet’s masterlist

word count: 1.5k

set in late 2016

summary: in which juliet makes two new friends on her first day at kq as a trainee.

a/n: uM turns out this is the first predebut scenario for juliet!! as always, let me know what you think and feel free to chat with me in my inbox!! thanks for reading and ily 💕🥺 take care!!

“And here’s the final stop of our mini tour, the practice room,” the company staff tells Juliet kindly as they stop outside said room, which is still dark as no one else had arrived yet. “You’re our only female trainee, so you can train with the boys. They’re sweethearts, but you can always come to us if there’s any trouble, okay?”

“Okay, thank you,” Juliet replies meekly.

The older woman smiles in response as she unlocks the door, stepping inside the room to turn on the lights. “We’re a bit early, so you can just wait here until the others and the instructor arrives. I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything. Good luck on your first day!”

The girl quietly thanks the woman, watching her disappear down the dimly-lit hallway before hesitantly entering the practice room. Truth be told, she never expected herself to be a trainee once again, having thought that her experience at SM was enough for a lifetime. But deep down, she knew that if she didn’t give it a second try—hence why she is now here—she’d spend the rest of her life being regretful and thinking about the what if’s.

Juliet also didn’t expect herself to be so early. She was told to come in a little earlier after school so the staff could give her a quick tour of the building before training starts, but she had expected at least some of the trainees to be here already.

Then again, she’s gotten a lot more introverted ever since moving to Seoul, so perhaps it’s a good thing that she has a few moments to herself.

Still, Juliet has never felt this awkward in her life. Scared? Maybe not. Nothing will ever beat the sheer intimidation and fear she felt on her first day at SM, and though she’s only trained there for two years—much less than most of the friends she met there—she already feels like she’s gone through the wringer. Still, being in a new environment with no idea what to expect is unnerving, especially when it’s so different compared to what she is used to.

Juliet looks around the room tentatively before sitting down on the ground, her back pressing against the cold wall. She takes the time to text her aunt that she’s arrived before shoving her phone back into her bag, not wanting to ruin her first impression on anyone by being on her phone.

She doesn’t know how long she’s being tracing the pattern on the wood flooring with a finger when the door to the practice room bursts open, revealing a tall boy around her age standing in the doorway.

Before Juliet can scramble up to greet who she presumes is her fellow trainee, the boy is already beaming at her as he introduces himself. “Hi! You must be the female trainee the staff told us about! My name’s Jeong Yunho, what’s yours?”

“Baek Minyoung. Or Juliet, whichever you prefer,” she says before bowing to him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Juliet,” Yunho tries, still smiling brightly. She wonders how someone can be so cheerful after a long day, but his joyful disposition is definitely not unwelcome. “That’s a pretty name! Did you grow up abroad?”

“Yeah, I’m from Australia, but I’ve been living in Seoul since 2014.”

Yunho nods, eyes sparkling with amazement. “That’s cool! I’ve always wanted to go there. Is this your first time being a trainee?” he asks as they sit, ensuring that there’s a reasonable distance between them as to not make her uncomfortable. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Juliet, and she smiles wider to show her gratefulness.

“No, I trained under another company for two years before coming here,” she says quietly, omitting the name of said company to avoid being asked about her time there.

As though sensing her reluctance, Yunho dances around the topic. “Then you’re already a lot more experienced than most of us, so you don’t have anything to worry about! Did they give you a tour of the building yet?”

“Yeah, but it was pretty brief, so I might forget a lot of it after today,” Juliet admits sheepishly.

Yunho giggles. “Don’t stress it, the same happened to me too! But Hongjoong-hyung—he’s another trainee here, but he won’t be here today because he has another class—helped me, so if you need someone to show you around, I’d be more than happy to!”

Juliet smiles shyly. “Thank you, that’d be really great. Speaking of the other trainees, where is everyone?”

“Oh, they’re still probably at school or on the way here! We can keep talking until our trainer arrives—he’s really nice, so you don’t have to be nervous—or we can just... sit, if you don’t really want to talk. Either is fine!”

Now it’s Juliet’s turn to laugh. “No, no, we can totally chat! I don’t know much about anyone or anything here, so that can be a place to start!”

Turns out Yunho was extremely easy to talk to, and Juliet found that the following fifteen minutes or so passed by as though they were nothing.

It was slightly awkward when the trainee arrived with just the two of them in the room, but that remedied itself when a second boy, just as tall as Yunho, burst into the room, mumbling apologies for being late as the trainer simply laughed and told him to get ready.

The atmosphere was definitely more lighthearted than what Juliet was used to at SM, perhaps due to the jarring difference in the number of trainees in the room. Not that the trainer didn’t take them seriously—in fact, quite the opposite—it was just that everyone was less... tense and had more room to joke around.

The change wasn’t unwelcome, and Juliet finally understood what Yunho meant when he told her she didn’t have to be too nervous.

She does find it slightly nerve-wracking that the second boy would occasionally look at her confusedly whenever Yunho talked to her, but she supposes that it’s inevitable whenever a new trainee joins the company. Hell, it happened plenty of times at her former company as so many trainees would come and go, and everyone would be eager to get to know the new trainees. Some because they wanted to make new friends, others because they wanted to assess and intimidate the competition.

Juliet hopes that in this case, it won’t be the latter.

When they’re given a 5-minute break, all three of them walk back to where their bags are to take a sip—or rather, huge gulps—of water.

“You did great!” Yunho tells her, his bright smile never leaving his face despite how tired they all are.

“Thank you, so did you!”

“By the way, this is my friend Mingi,” Yunho introduces, patting his friend’s back to get his attention. “Mingi, this is Juliet. It’s her first day here.”

“Hi,” Mingi rumbles in his deep voice, “I was a bit confused back there because I thought you two were already friends because you seemed so friendly, but I didn’t recall Yunho having mentioned you before. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable from the staring.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Juliet tells him, smiling to reassure him because of how apologetic he sounded. “Yunho’s just really friendly. I would’ve been an awkward mess if he didn’t talk to me first.” The tips of Yunho’s ears turn pink from her praise. “Did you two meet here too?”

Mingi shakes his head. “Nope, we’ve been friends for a few years before we came here.”

She can’t help but blurt out, “Do you only have tall friends?”

The two boys freeze, taken aback, though they quickly recover after a few seconds and burst into giggles.

“No, because we have you as a friend now,” Yunho says cheekily. Juliet can’t even find it in her to be offended, not when they just called her their friend. “Don’t worry, you’re young, you still have time to grow taller! Wait, when we’re you born?”

“2001.”

Mingi grins. “See? You’re fifteen? Sixteen? You have time! Plus, you’re not even that short now!”

“Easy for you two to say! I feel like I’m gonna strain my neck someday from talking to you guys!”

Yunho and Mingi exchange looks before crouching down to her height, though they don’t last long before they whine about how the position makes their thighs burn, especially from all the dancing they did, making Juliet giggle.

“Do you wanna get food with us later?” the older boy asks as he stands back up to his full height. “There’s this stall around the corner from the building that makes really good tteokbokki! Mingi and I always go there after training. You know, we gotta reward ourselves somehow.”

The girl smiles hesitantly. “I mean... if you don’t mind me tagging along, then I’d love to join.”

“Why would we mind? We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

“We... are?”

“You sound so unsure!” Mingi whines. She doesn’t know how she saw Mingi as scary earlier, because all those feelings of intimidation she felt towards him dissipated into thin air the moment they started talking. “C’mon, say it with more confidence!”

“We are!”

“That’s the spirit!”

a/n: “yunho dances around the topic” haha get it bc he’s a dancer 🤩🤩 i’m so sorry i’ll go show myself out 🚪🚶🏻‍♀️ anyways yungi best boys and i will not accept alternate opinions ✨✨ please feel free to leave feedback and chat with me, and have a good day!! ❤️

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the-silentium · 4 years

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Jinx

Masterlist

Pairing: The Swedes x Reader

Words: 3300 words

Warnings: Mention of semi-nudity.

A/N: Hey dear people. I know I usually write for Five, but I had to write at least once for these nice brothers who I clearly love too much. @jossambird this one is for AND is because of you. Please enjoy!

What made you pleasant in the brothers’ eyes was exactly why people generally avoided you. You didn't talk much, always preferring to stay by yourself instead of gathering into groups, passing your time daydreaming, and drawing on a weird small board instead of drinking collectively with the rest of the Commission's workers. You had a perfect mission success rate and to the surprise of many, you always came back unscathed. A lot of agents asked you about your methods but you never answered, much to their annoyance. Not even your supervisor knew, not that he minded.

So a majority of the Commissioners treated you like an outcast, someone to be left alone and forget. In your time as a reject, you met the only trio that was as silent as you. You never planned on accepting more than one cooperative mission with them, but something attracted you to the brothers. Maybe it was their acceptance of your personality, how they never forced you to express yourself and treated you like a normal person or perhaps it was the bond they shared that made you desire to not be alone anymore.

The boys didn't mind your presence around them. They quickly realized that a lot of the rumors about you were false, you had so much more to give to those who accepted your introvertness. You were diligent in everything you were a part of, always taking initiative before the brothers even asked you to do something, you were observative enough to predict what they needed and always gave them a helping hand whenever they asked. You were a hard worker, that was for sure. On the other side, after a couple of missions alongside you, they noticed that you often put everyone's need before your own, so they had to keep that in mind.

A year later, you were an unofficial member of the group, accompanying them more often than not on their trips. Oscar became your best friend, the one with whom you'd share the second twin size bed available in the crappy motel rooms, the one who had managed to make you open up about your past -some part of it, at least- and the one who would always hold your hand whenever the dark was too much for you to handle.

Axel was often the one to make you laugh, with his snarky remarks to Oscar's stupid pranks or with his silly fire camp stories. (The boys will never tell you that, but these stories were made solely for you as a mean for Axel to hear your melodious laugh. Never did the older brother tell his siblings stories of the sort. Oscar and Otto were quick to realize their brother's enamored behavior, to which Axel threatened them to keep their mouth shut about.) To your delight, Axel even let you cook meals from your country. He often helped you around the kitchen just like you often did when he was the cook.

To your embarrassment, you systematically seemed to fall asleep on Otto whenever he was your couch buddy. His body heat mixed with his height made it perfect for his bicep to serve as your pillow. He always said that it was fine, that you needed the rest but you couldn't stop yourself from feeling ashamed. In return, you made sure that you helped him with the chores and the cleaning.

You smiled as you stopped the vacuum, admiring your handy work. Wherever you guys went, the stray cats were always welcome into your little temporary home, meaning that cat hairs were everywhere. This time wasn't so bad, the only two stray felines passed the majority of the time on someone's knees seeking body heat.

You put away the vacuum in its rightful place and made your way to your bed. It was rare, but sometimes you had your own bed. You were grateful that Otto found a place for rent, causing you to have your very own room for the first time in three months. You loved Oscar but you couldn't wait to remove your pants and bra and walk around your room with only a baggy t-shirt and panties on.

You passed the table where Axel was reading a file and Otto was bent over a map marked with red dots here and there. You stopped at Otto's side in hope of catching his attention. It didn't take long.

"I finished the vacuum, you won't have to do it later." You smiled as he huffed and rolled his eyes, unsurprised that you hadn't listened to him when he told you to take the day to yourself and let him do the cleaning. "If you guys need me, I'll be in my room."

Otto hummed in response as Axel nodded, a small smile on his lips. You had to curl up your toes to refrain yourself from moving forward and do something stupid. Quickly, you turned around and walked to your room, glancing for a second at the snow covering the houses, trees and yards. The sight was truly bewitching, although you weren't a fan of the cold temperature.

Looking under your bed, you pulled out your bag and searched around in its depth, taking out your fully charged iPad and apple pencil.

Drawing has always been a part of you, despite what it caused. You had to get your thoughts and ideas out of your head and drawing was your way of doing it. All you had to do was find a way so no one could see your drawings. It wasn't easy with your old sketchbook, anyone could find the book and open it, so you requested an iPad with a compatible pencil and locked it with a very complex password.

You verified that the door was completely closed before caving to your wants and discarded any unnecessary clothing, leaving you in your most comfy oversized t-shirt and your undergarment.

Now comfortable, you jumped into the bed next to your tablet and started drawing as soon as you positioned yourself with your back pressed onto the headboard. You didn't know how long you passed there, drawing the content of your mind, only knowing that you were at your fourth piece when the door flew open, presenting you Oscar with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, leaning in the doorway.

"I came to ask if you wanted to watch a movie, but I see you already have one." He snickered.

You had once told the brothers what your "small board" was, although skipping the part that it was your drawing tablet. You showed them the music and videos kindly pre-installed by your supervisor and of course, Oscar wanted to watch modern movies with you. You'd never scrolled through the entirety of the movie selection available, but you should have. Before you knew, Oscar had selected Fifty Shades of Grey and everything went down from there. Needless to say that his own time period wasn't that open into showing nudity so it was a shock for him. At first. You were only grateful that the older brothers weren't interested into watching modern movies and that they never knew why Oscar teased you with a color.

"I'm not watching anything, Oscar." You countered defensively.

He entered the room, unbothered by your appearance.

"What are you doing then?" He reached for the iPad, causing you to hit the lock button in a hurry, hiding the lines and color behind a hard black screen and a password.

"But I wanted to see." He whined, putting. You made the error of rolling your eyes, giving Oscar the opportunity to grab your pencil out of your hand.

"Give it back!" You yelled, reaching for the electronic crayon. Oscar stepped away from the bed, almost making you fall off the bed.

"It's a pen? You draw? Can I see it?" His eyes were sparkling, but it didn't hurt in the slightest when a categorical no fell from your lips. "But why?"

You jumped out of bed, ready to jump on him if need be to recover your stolen good.

"Because. I don't have to give you a reason- Oscar!" You followed him out of the room as soon as he dashed for the door. He stopped in the living room, where he used his height to annoy you and keep the device out of your reach. You tried to reach it on your tippytoes, without success.

"Oscar I'm not kidding. Give it back." Your patience was getting thinner by the second.

"Same for me. I want to see." He smirked at something behind your shoulder, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

"I said no!" You tried again to reach for your iPad in the outstretched arm of the younger Swede, unconsciously offering a perfect view of your behind to two completely red Scandinavian.

"Give it back!" The desperation in your voice caused Axel to intervene, his heart reacting to your panicked state.

You felt tears forming into your eyes, from anger or distress, you didn't know, but you harshly wiped at them in hope of concealing your weakness. Oscar froze at your movement, eyes widening at the sight. Someone behind you grabbed the devices from Oscar's hand, before handing them to you.

"Enough brother. She said no." His tone was hard and let no place for discussion, not that Oscar would have tried to argue after he saw the water in your eyes.

With shaky hands, you pressed the electronics to your chest, protecting them from any other wandering hands. With them close and safe, your frantic heartbeat could finally slow down.

You turned to Axel to thank him until you noticed how bright red his cheeks and neck were. He was still glaring at Oscar, although when he realized that you had turned to him, his gaze fell somewhere near you. The realization of why he couldn't meet your gaze dawned on you like a cold bucket of water, your very own cheek reddening.

Mortified, you fled to the security of your room, the door banging on its hinges behind you. You searched the doorknob for a lock, helplessness invading you when you found none. Rushing to the bed to hide under the covers, you could only hope that the boys would leave you alone for as long as you needed. Forever would be an acceptable amount of time.

You cried yourself to sleep, remnants of your panic playing tricks in your head, tormenting you with what-ifs. What if Oscar had seen your drawing? What if he decided to try again in the future? What if the boys decided that they had had enough of you? What if- whatif--

A soft knock resonated through the door, waking you in a panic. You had a terrible headache and your eyes were burning. You were disoriented until Otto's soft voice reached your ears.

"Dinner is ready. I brought you a plate."

You couldn't possibly think of eating at the moment, but you couldn't find it in yourself to let your sweet Otto turn back, defeated, to the kitchen.

"Come in." You managed to croak out, your throat not used to form words instead of sobs.

Otto opened the door slowly, the light of the house entering your dark room, allowing Otto to see your form concealed under the sheets. Only half of your head was poking out of your safe zone, giving him all the information he needed on your state.

You managed to give him a small smile as he walked into the room to place the plate onto your nightstand. He paused for a second, seemingly thinking over what he wanted to do or say, before making up his mind.

"Oscar is very sorry." His hands formed fists when he met your red eyes.

"I won't say it's fine because it's not." You answered, breaking the eye contact to concentrate on the wet spots on your pillow.

"We know." A shadow blocked the light coming from the hallway and into your room, creating an enormous dark form onto the opposite wall. You lifted the covers to hide the remaining of your face, causing Otto to walk out of the room to keep the newcomer outside.

The smell of the food was heavenly despite the fact that your stomach wasn't ready to welcome any of it soon. You pulled the cover off your face to allow fresh air to enter your lungs and repositioned yourself in a somewhat comfortable position. It didn't take you long to drift off, too tired to resist the welcoming arms of Morpheus.

You woke up to a pair of steely eyes glaring at you from the doorway. Nervous, you got up from the bed and followed the retreating figure. On your way, you grabbed and slipped on your sweat pants, running to catch up with Axel. You collided with his back when he stopped abruptly and fell on your ass due to the force of the impact.

Your eyes widened as soon as you caught sight of Oscar's body lying on the floor, blood running down his nose, eyes open but unseeing. A scream died in your throat, the pitiful sounds you managed to do were muffled by your hand covering your mouth. Axel turned to you, glaring at you from his vantage point.

"He saw your drawings. It's your fault."

Sobs shook your body as tears ran down your face once more. All you could do was chant a succession of no, desperately wishing that it wasn't true, that you didn't kill him.

You expected the older brother to kill you in retaliation, but he must have known. No, he knew. As a fruit of your imagination, he knew how to make you suffer. Slowly, his arm lifted to the side, pointing towards the door where Otto was waiting, a blank expression darkening his features.

"Leave."

Your heart stopped. You would be alone again. Just like the past 16 years of your life. The only ones who accepted you were now rejecting you because they had seen what you so desperately tried to hide. Because your selfishness had broken them. Why couldn't you just stop drawing? Why-

Axel's hand closed firmly on your upper arms, the surprise and fear causing you to shot up into your bed, the sheets falling from your body and exposing your sweaty skin to the chilly air of the room. You slammed your hands onto your mouth in hope of containing the sobs and not disturb the other residents of the little house.

Just in time, your body stopped shaking, your tears stopped falling and your breath stopped breaking. You stiffened as a knock resonated in the air, Oscar's voice breaking the silence.

"Are you up?"

You were relieved to hear his voice, to know that he was still alive and well. You really wanted to answer him, to let him know that he was forgiven and that you didn't hate him, but you knew you looked like hell and that it would only hurt him more. So you stayed silent, waited until your heard his footsteps walking away to get up, gather your clothes for the day and with the discretion that one could only acquire after years of training, you made your way to the bathroom down the hallway.

The woman looking at you through the mirror looked definitely dead, with her dull puffy eyes, her untamed hair, the tear tracks on her cheeks and her pale skin. Quickly, you showered to remove any trace of your sadness, took an aspirin to lower the pressure into your skull and got dressed to not embarrass anyone furthermore. Now, the woman looked just like you, healthy and beautiful, if not just a little more down than usual.

As you came out of the bathroom and entered the living room connected to the kitchen, Oscar immediately shot up from the couch like he had waited for you all this time. You knew Otto and Axel's attention were on the both of you even if they continued with their activities, making breakfast and petting the cats.

"I am so sorry. I crossed a line and I know it wasn't right. Please, don't hate me. I'm sorry." He was as shaken as you were if his disheveled hair was anything to go by. This was a first.

"I don't hate you, Oscar." He relaxed at your word, a soft smile leaving his lips. "I forgive you, but please, don't do it again."

He shook his head and wrapped you in his arms. The tightness was a bit too much, but you didn't mind, you hugged him just as tightly.

"Thank you." He whispered as he pulled away, a small smile on his handsome face.

You playfully punched his shoulder to which Oscar retaliated by poking your sides until you were on the floor, laughing so much that your headache came back.

"Food's ready." You cheered at Axel's statement, successfully pushing your white-haired friend off of you when he wasn't focussing.

"Thank you." You said to the cook while getting seated to your place. He hummed, just as usual, the events of the day before seemingly forgotten.

Despite your great appetite, you didn't touch your fork, instead gathering the courage to come clean.

"My birthday is October 1st, 1989." The Swedes froze, surprised about the new information. Everyone at the Commission knew about the children born on this particular day. You continued when Oscar opened his mouth. "My ability," you frowned, "if I could call it like that, is that if I accomplish a specific task, people die."

The brothers were lost, not getting to what you were implying.

"If someone sees a drawing I've made, they die. Generally in the next day or so. It can be by a heart attack, a brain hemorrhage or a stupid accident." Your gaze found Oscar's grey one. "You didn't see it, did you?"

He shook his head, a smirk stretching his lips. "You're that bad, eh?"

You kicked his ankle under the table, a yelp resonating into the room.

"You could have died, you moron."

"You're not kidding?" His head tilted to the side.

"No! How do you think I killed for the Commission for the last 16 years? I only had to show them a drawing and they were dead by the next day!" You huffed, frustrated that he didn't believe you at first. "I've lost my family because of it, I won't lose my friends too." You chewed on the interior of your cheek, your gaze fleeing everyone’s by falling on your plate.

Before any dark thoughts could invade your mind, a hand fell on your shoulder. Axel didn't have to say it in words for you to understand. They'd never give up on you, no matter what, the reassurance making you smile to your plate.

"Why don't you stop?" Otto's question pulled at your heart.

"Because whenever I draw, I draw my family. I miss them a lot." You could hear the laugh of your little sister in the wind sometimes or could see yourself playing in the snow with your older brother. It was an accident, you didn't know at the time, but when you showed your very first drawing of the neighbor's dog to your family at dinner, you had sealed their fate. Four heart attacks under the same roof on the same night was hardly a coincidence, leading the Commission to take your case seriously. They took you in and made you who you were.

A chair moving harshly on the floor caught your attention. Oscar walked around the table to hug you from behind, his face pressed against yours.

"We are your family now."

#the swedes #tua swedes #axel x reader #otto x reader #oscar x reader #tua axel #tua otto #tua oscar #ikea mafia

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adonis-koo · 5 years

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tease

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word count: 7.5k

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Tags: some vaguely disappointing sex, female masturbation, thirsting over guk

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter present them.

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“You are so dead to me,” you whispered the words under your breath as you sighed. The things you did for your best friend. A lot of days, days like these you felt the strongest urge to sit down and genuinely wonder if it was all really worth it. But seeing the excited expression cast over her face with a twinge of nervousness let you know, as much as you wanted to begrudge her, overall it was worth it.

You had sworn you’d never step back into this godforsaken establishment after that humiliating night, that to this day still kept you awake and sleepless. It was like a horror that constantly plagued your mind, just when you thought you had forgotten. Seulgi had been soothing you more then you had her the entire way here, ironically enough.

You were supposed to be going in moral support for her, it’s not every day your best friend proclaims she’s gonna become a stripper because- ‘fuck life and fuck student debt’ that sounded about right. You thought at first, she had she joking, she usually did when she got this stressed. But much to your surprise and dismay she slapped the flyer onto the table at the diner you had both been having breakfast at declaring she was going to audition.

You had instantly told her she was a dumbass and this was a stupid idea- you still felt that way. Even while nervously hopping on your heels at the door with a closed sign, the electric neon red sign turned off and it didn’t look vacant inside but you still felt like you’d be breaking and entering regardless.

What if he was in there? Your stomach knotted and it felt like war world 3 was invoking itself at a god like temperament- your face was beginning to burn up and you hadn’t even taken a step in. Dear God almighty give you strength. Seulgi had told you- first of all, you were being a ‘paranoid, red-faced little fuck’ and secondly, it would be unlikely he’d attend. Right? He wouldn’t be here, he couldn’t be, he’s just a worker it’s not like- Oh no.

Oh no. You could feel yourself sweating bullets and your cheeks turning pinker by the minute as Seulgi groaned shoving you inside, “He isn’t gonna fuck you against the wall Y/n, come on!” She dragged you inside despite your eyes licking onto the familiar head of dark hair, it was messy and bed ridden like he had just rolled out of a sleep state before coming here. And maybe he had, rather than the last time you had seen him- nearly naked.

He wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt. He was stretched out in his seat and looked bored out of his mind- not even bothering to hide it despite the display in front of him. The girl, admittedly, wasn’t doing all too good of a job dancing despite the slinky shorts and crop top she wore, dropping down to a slut drop while slapping her thighs. Just as the smack rang out you cringed, watching her attempt to sexily bite her lip, in attempt to...you guessed, seduce them?

It wasn’t like he was the only one who looked unimpressed- he sat on the right end of three filled chairs. The middle chair was seated by an older gentlemen who looked to be in his mid thirties if not late. Was he their boss? Someone from upper management, he didn’t look like a dancer compared to the one on the left.

The left one was bright eyed and bushy tailed, he had kindly told the girl she wasn’t what they were looking for and despite your cringe of second hand embarrassment she only nodded and went to gather her stuff.

“Stop staring!” Seulgi glanced back at you biting her lip, leaning in to grab your wrist to guide you towards the bar was this supposed to be the check in? Or a makeshift check in?

You weren’t sure. What you did know was everyone was obvious attractive because the man sitting behind it, soda in hand with a clipboard looked beyond sculpted by god. Was he a dancer too? He had to be with how good he looked, he straightened up upon seeing you both approach, giving a friendly boxy smile, “Shit I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Seulgi gave him a nervous smile as she wrung her hands together, a habit she always did when she was getting ready to go out of her realm of comfort, “I was absolutely serious. How toughs the crowd?” She glanced over towards the other three anxiously.

Maybe just as affected as you at the sight of him- the king. You didn’t know his name outside of his title- and maybe that was for the best. You’d prefer just knowing him as the nameless man who shamelessly sat in your lap and even offered to sleep with you without so much as even knowing your name.

“Ah who’s the pretty face here? I hope you brought her to audition- Jungkook’s pretty frustrated at everyone so far.” The man behind the bar flashed you a smile instantly turning your cheeks pink as you awkwardly smiled back. Trying your best to not wilt away in the process.

Seulgi glanced back at you briefly before giving a scoffed laugh, “Y/n? Oh no she’d probably throw herself out a window before dancing, she’s shy- anyways no pressure on me then right?” You glared at her back at her giving away so much information about you so easily- so what if you were shy!?

She didn’t need to go around announcing it to the world! It wasn’t that difficult to figure out and furthermore it was embarrassing it gave people the invitation to tease you. And you could see it was generally playful but it often hurt deep inside when you were jokingly told you shouldn’t act so childish anymore, or how you’d grow out of it eventually.

“Nah, if you’re as good as you think you should be fine- with Hoseok. Jungkook’s a tough one to please but he’s been in a bad mood today.” He shrugged before handing over the clipboard, letting her sign in before handing it back over. Seulgi didn’t look reassured by his words and honestly? You couldn’t blame her, you’d be pale in the face and worried to death if you had just been told that. Hell, even being here to just spectate made you nervous.

Seulgi had pulled you over to a line of chairs off to the side to take a seat next to all the other girls in line waiting for their moment to shine, “What if they ask me to lapdance?” she continued to fret, lacing her fingers together as she nervously watched the girl performing currently, slinking around the one to the left, she wasn’t half bad, honestly.

“You’ll do it anyways because you’re gonna nail this, don’t worry about it.” You gently nudged her shoulder, a sweet smile pulling on your lips as you encouraged, it wasn’t like Seulgi was usually this nervous, but that just meant she was really stepping out of her comfort zone now. But this was her thing, she always pushed her limits, and sometimes she even pushed past them.

You had always admired that about her. You were a creature of habit and routine, you preferred staying the comfy realms of what you knew and that was okay, it was difficult sometimes, you often felt inadequate next to your best friend, but you had to remind yourself that it was okay to be an introvert, it was okay to not be exciting like her.

Slowly the line moved along and you had watched a fair few people, none seemed that terrible in your opinion but a lot had been sent on their way, it really was a tough crowd huh? The one thing you seemed to notice was all the girls who were asked to demonstrate a lap dance seemed to go for the one on the left. Albeit you could understand why, he had the most beautiful smile and his face was sculpted to perfection making his styled, well put together hair frame it all the more. That being said, the one on the right was intimidating, but still, even the cockiest of girls seemed to stay away from him, “Why doesn’t anyone lap dance him?”

“Why doesn’t anyone lapdance him?” Seulgi reiterated with a scoff, raising her brows as she twisted to look at you in disbelief, as if despite you only going one time you still should’ve known the otherwise obvious answer, “Jeon Jungkook? The king? Y/n you should know yourself- he lap danced you and you actually live to tell the tale- don’t roll your eyes at me!”

It was too tempting as you sighed, cheeked flushed at the reminder but still, he was just a guy, “He is- without a doubt, Cherry Bomb’s best stripper, he practically oozes sex appeal just look at him!” She waved her hand about as you tilted your head, glancing over at him again, you had hoped to not learn his name but you supposed it was inevitable with your best friend trying to be a stripper.

She had unashamedly become a regular at Cherry Bomb to remember his name, she even knew the presumed bartender. Jungkook you supposed was intimidating, even with his dark tired eyes and unimpressed expression that had stained his handsome face the entire time and briefly you remembered what the bartender had said, he was in a bad mood.

You wondered why, but you didn’t have time to think when it happened. When his eyes, just as they did the last time you stepped foot into this god forsaken building, met yours.

You coiled as far back into your seat as humanly possible and your cheeks were instantly lit on fire as your lips quivered, you would’ve seen the smirk break his otherwise bored expression had you not covered your face while squirming in your seat.

You had hidden yourself away but you could still feel his eyes almost eagerly drinking up your expression. Had you not known any better you would’ve assumed he remembered you even after a month from the incident. Maybe he did…

“See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Seulgi howled out, but she was laughing as she wrapped an arm around you, “He’s terrifying, if I lap dance anyone it’s gonna be Hoseok, he’s friendly, welcoming and did I mention hot?”

Forcing yourself to regain your composure you peaked up from the safety of your hands, his gaze was still burning into you, leaned back into his seat and his tongue was pressed into his cheek as if sizing you up. Cowering back into your hands as Seulgi snorted another laugh, “Fuck- I’m gonna go get a drink.” You muttered, feeling your body temperature rise despite him only just looking at you.

Seulgi was practically wheezing as she slapped her knee, your face couldn’t possibly be a deeper shade of pink than it already was, your face felt like it was on fire and if you might as well be doing a walk of shame. You had a boyfriend, you’ve been dating for over a year. You swallowed thickly as you sat down at the bar, giving a loud groan at just remembering his expression, that stupid smirk on his lips. Letting your head collapse against the counter top as you sighed.

“Looks like you could use a drink.”

“Tell me about it,” You whined, boxing yourself in with your arms as you sighed, it was embarrassing enough as it was having Seulgi make fun of you, combined with his sultry gaze you were ready to melt into a puddle. The bartender seemed to laugh, his voice deep as dulcet making your shoulders relax. After a moment you heard something set down next to you as you sheepishly looked up from your brooding state.

He gave another boxy smile as he gestured towards the can of Coke Cola, “Taehyung, you can probably tell I’m one of the bartenders here. You’re one of Seulgi’s friends, right?”

“Mhm,” You nodded grabbing the cold can, popping the lid as you let the bubbly liquid drown your embarrassment down your throat, “Y/n, I came for moral support. Not really my cup of tea but she’s a hard headed ass.”

Taehyung suddenly snorted a laugh, grabbing his stool to drag it across from you to sit down, letting his shoulders relax as he empathetically understood what you meant, “Yeah, she's one of the partier’s here, not a first I’ve had to kick her out from too many drinks.”

Pressing your tongue in your cheek you sighed despite the smile on your lips, “Why am I not surprised?” Of course your best friend had gotten kicked out of even here. It wasn’t surprising at all, she never knew when to say enough when it came to alcohol.

Speaking of your friend you heard her name called making you swivel around in your chair, her pupils were blown out and she was fidgety, her eyes frantically searching for yours. You gave her an encouraging nod and a thumbs up as she swallowed thickly, trudging up to the three employers, or one? She had connected her phone to the speaker before setting it down and starting the song.

Once the music started she seemed to let her nerves loosen, you could tell she was still a little nervous but her flow was good and you couldn’t help but smile at the way she so confidently swayed and rolled her body. She was good, and judging from the others they seemed interested enough...well most of them.

Jungkook had leaned back in his seat, even glancing at his phone once and then- back at you. Swallowing thickly you hurriedly glanced back to Seulgi, feeling your cheeks warm again, why did he keep staring at you? Especially when your friend was dancing, your attractive, confident and did you mention gorgeous best friend?

They did end up asking her to show a lapdance, it was honestly laughable, watching her cheeks dust a light pink and just as she told you she danced for the one of the left- Hoseok if you remembered correctly.

You were practically jumping in your seat when she finished, they had actually been interested in her dancing and began further inquiring about her background in dancing, what hours she’d be open to working and altogether it looked like she had a strong chance of getting hired on. You had hopped up from your seat making your way over to her when you heard it.

When you heard him, “Hope you’re here to audition babygirl.”

You must’ve looked like a disturbed cat with shoulders so stiff and it was a good thing your back was turned otherwise your stark red face would’ve blared as clear as day to him, “N-no! I’m um- just here as moral support…!” You whipped around, pupils blown out and you were sure your face was growing redder by the minute as you rapidly shook your head feeling your flustered state take over much to his delight. Smirk coiled back on his lips making you duck your head slightly and fidgeting behind your friend.

“Well…” you felt the strongest urge to pull your friend into a choke hold as you watched her expression shift with an evil glint in horror. Why did you come? What purpose did this even serve you? Your mind told you, it was because you were a good friend- but still, “Y/n does have a lot of dance background- we use to go to the same studi-OW.”

You had jabbed her in the side, still hiding half behind her as you scolded, your cheeks dusting pink but your eyes glaring holes into her before crossing your arms. She literally just told the bartender you’d rather jump off a cliff then dance, why was she trying to land you a job now? Or was she just purposely tormenting you? You felt an uneasy curl in your stomach at the idea but said nothing more as you felt three pairs of evaluating eyes on you.

They weren’t actually considering her words, were they? Before you could even work up a nervous sweat the one on the left- Hoseok gave you a bright smile, and despite how friendly it was you still felt intimidated.

Shrinking even farther behind Seulgi as he spoke up, “Well, we just had a few dancer’s leave us so even if you don’t think you’d be any good, could we still see? We’re hoping to have a few girls on stage by next Saturday.”

Saturday!? That was a whole week away, even if you had no intentions of dancing to begin with it still made your stomach curl with nausea at just the idea. But his eyes were so sweet and his voice was filled with so much pep and friendliness it was difficult for you to say no to him. Not wanting to disappoint even though somewhere deep in your mind you knew he wouldn’t be.

“W-well….I uh….Sure..? I guess.” You nibbled on your lower lip, cheeks flushing at your own words, unable to even look at him as your gaze dropped towards the ground.

“Perfect! Just connect your phone to the speaker and pick a song, good luck!” Hoseok replied chipperly, giving you a thumbs up. But you could hardly believe it yourself, especially when you meekly nodded only to accidentally meet eyes with Jungkook again, who was leaned back in his chair, looking more invested in you for the past three minutes then he had all morning.

Seulgi gave you a slap on the back but you could tell she was trying her best to not laugh at you. You could feel your lips quivering in both embarrassment and fright, what if you weren’t good? What if they all laughed at you like Seulgi?

There was so many possibilities wandering through your mind that you physically had to swallow everything down. Forcing your mind to go blank, who cared if they didn’t like it? You weren’t the one who wanted to become a stripper anyways.

You connected your phone before scrolling through your playlist on Spotify, what was one song you had always wanted to strip too? Not like you went out looking for songs with that intention, nor did you ever have the confidence to actually try, but deep inside your own thoughts. Pausing over Bad Habit your finger hoovered, perfect. Pressing play you heard the smooth sound of the intro play over the speakers, yeah okay! You could do this.

Turning back you realized everyone was watching you, feeling a pit coil in your stomach as your pupils widened, okay fuck you could not do this. You hurriedly turned your backs to them, okay walk dumbass walk. You had started off with a little sway of the hips before realizing the intro was too long to just do that.

Despite how hot your face felt you let your hands begin to trace up your thighs, dragging up the sides of your body before stopping at the band of your shorts pulling them up higher, your ass felt utterly exposed but you supposed that was the point if you wanted this to be convincing.

But you didn’t care, right? Who cared? You didn’t care! You kept chanting it over and over into your head as your hands trailed up the rest of your body.

Stopping as you heard the last note of the intro, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. Looking over your shoulder you smiled, it was both shy and teasing at the same time as you dropped down to a slut drop slowly. You hands trailing back up your body in contrast as they pushed under your shirt, teasing a little skin before standing back up.

Ass out and curved spine which made you internally cringe but if there was anything you had learned from regular dancing. It’s that sometimes you have to do uncomfortable things for the sake of choreography, this was just gonna have to be one of those times.

Surprisingly as you danced it had gotten easier, all of the evaluating eyes and stares seemed to mute and that’s when you realized, stripping and dancing weren’t all to far apart, the only difference being the lack of clothes. Nobody had actually stripped at the audition, had they you would’ve ran out of the building at the speed of light, but still.

You found yourself in this state whenever you danced in studio, performing was always scary until you actually did it.

In fact, you found yourself having fun. Your cheeks had still dusted pink but the playful smile on lips never faded and hips had snapped with constant sway, hands trailing your body and depending on what you were doing you’d throw in some rib isolation's while you were at it.

You weren’t sure where the surge of confidence had come from, but you were really feeling yourself at the moment. And that's when you had gotten the not so good idea of proving a point to everyone including your best friend. And maybe, if you really wanted to stretch your reason, it could be considered payback.

Everyone was too scared to dance for Jungkook huh? While you could understand more than anyone in the room, he was also just a guy, he was human just like everyone else and that was your exact thoughts as you stopped in front of his chair.

Rolling your hips as you dropped down, your hands dragging up your stomach, your chest, even running from your neck to your hair. You couldn’t meet his eyes, even with as much of a confidence outburst you had, his gaze was just too dark, too sultry for your poor nerves to bare.

That didn’t stop your hands from finding their way to his thighs though, running up the thick muscles as you stood back up, trying to keep any and all dirty thoughts from invading your mind as you swayed around his chair trying to buy time and work up the courage to sit down on him. Five seconds could count, right? You decided it was better than bitching out. Coming back around to face him as you made your way onto his lap. Oh this wasn’t so ba- Oh god no! No! No! He really had a boner.

You could barely roll your hips once before that's what they were met with, your body had instantly stiffened and your face was a cherry red suddenly, whatever confidence you had, should’ve gained went right out the window as you popped back up. Hoseok had started laughing while clapping as you fumbled a few steps back, you had the world's most embarrassed smile on your face, your fingers twitching to keep from hiding behind them.

“Are you sure you didn’t come for the job? That was pretty impressive.” Hoseok laughed again, his words the breaking point for your humiliation as your hands practically slapped against your face, turning away from them to try and keep yourself from withering into a puddle, “No! I’m- uh…! Good, I’m not really cut out for this kind of job...” You awkwardly turned back around, your face on fire and frizzy hair covering your cheeks as you sheepishly tugged on a strand. You wouldn’t last a day at this job.

An arm suddenly wrapped around your neck making you jolt as Seulgi gave you a pat on the shoulders, “She really isn’t.” She agreed soothingly before going to pinch your cheeks. You felt an indignant pang through your chest as you swatted her hand away. Ducking your head slightly as you finally met the gaze that had been burning into you the entire time, Jungkook had surprisingly let out a laugh and much to your disdain your face dropped slightly, so it was bad?

It didn’t matter of course, whether he thought you did a good job or not, but still, secretly, you had hoped maybe he liked it.

But he had seen a lot more talented people this morning- “Well babydoll I’m gonna have to insist.”

“What?” Your head shot back up, eyebrows raised at his words for a moment confused. He...he what? Your mind went into orbit at his few words as he rose his own brows, his lips looking like they were trying not to give into a tempting smile.

“It’s up to you,” He shrugged, relaxing down into his chair, “But I still want your number regardless.”

His words made your cheeks flush into a hot red as you facepalmed, he was so shameless! Before you could even speak the familiar sound of your phone’s ringtone went off, swallowing thickly you sighed, closing your eyes with a muttered, “Fuck.” you bowed your head before apologizing. Quickly walking over to the line of seats as you answered your phone, “Hey babe, whats up?”

It was stupid way to start the conversation because you already knew what was up, you had promised your boyfriend he could call within an hour if you didn’t get back to him right after the audition. But still, wasn’t this a bit...clingy? You got it, he didn’t want you going to something like a strip club.

But still, it wasn’t like you went with the intention of landing the job, he’d stroke out.

“Hey angel, how did the audition for Seulgi go?” He asked on the other end, voice expectant and you could already tell he had called with another motive.

You swallowed thickly, nodding as you murmured, “It went well.” you glanced over to Seulgi talking to them, and unsurprisingly Jungkook had stood up, glancing over your way before standing in front of your friend. Probably coming to his senses and realizing the girl he was looking for was your friend, rather than you, “I don’t know if they’re hiring on the spot though, so we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Well, if you don’t have anything planned with Seulgi,” here it comes, “Wanna stay with me, feels like forever since I’ve seen you baby.” Your face scrunched at his words, trying to keep from sighing. You really had an essay due for literature later that evening and needed to get it done and you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus if you stayed with him. Or more so, he wouldn’t let you focus.

Not wanting to disappoint though you forced the peppiness back in your voice, “Of course! Seulgi’s going out with a few other friends after this anyways so I don’t have anything else going on.” It was a partial truth if you excluded your essay from the mix. You said your goodbyes as Seulgi made her way back over, looking a bit sour though you weren’t sure why.

Wrapping an arm around her you hummed, “I think you got the job.”

That seemed to rouse a smile from her lips as she curved her brow, “I hope so! That was nerve wracking as hell, I’m sure you can say the same thing.”

You groaned at her words, your cheeks heating at them as you sighed, “Don’t remind me.”

You both began laughing as you fixed your shorts back to their normal length, not realizing the certain gaze of someone following you the entire way out the door.

——

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, well aware of all of his friends attempting to keep their laughs from bubbling out of their mouths as he whipped around to his manager, “Sejin, you wanted me to pick someone, I want her.”

“Jungkook be realistic,” Sejin pinched the bridge of his nose sighing exasperatedly, watching the young man clench his jaw acting more like a five year old with a well known temper striking out, “She couldn’t even look at you without going red in the face.”

“So what!” Jungkook threw up his hands, he could understand what it looked like, it was obvious he was interested in you, physically...but sexual or not he wouldn’t want you for a trainee if he didn’t think you had potential, and you had it and then some. You were an absolute natural when it came to stage presence, “Yeah she needs a little work but she could really help turn things around for Cherry Bomb.”

It wasn’t a secret, while Jungkook himself and his fellow coworker’s brought in a crowd it just wasn’t cutting it. Strip clubs mainly catered to male fantasy rather than the opposite and with only one female soloist as of Cherry Bomb wasn’t exactly doing it’s best financially, and then having those three filler’s leave on top of it. It had been a frustrating week to say the least.

Jungkook had only suggested seeing you audition because…

Well it wasn’t deep, he just wanted to see you get flustered and red faced for him, seeing you actually go through with it, and then dancing for him on top of it? The discomfort of his boner was still prominent.

But through all of his raging hormones he could still blatantly see you had potential, and not just a little, you had a lot. It’s what he always wanted with a trainee, there wasn’t any point in taking someone in who was gonna work as a filler for the rest of this short lived career, now whether you actually wanted to take the job or not, was up too you. But he wasn’t about to let his own opportunity trainee wise to go out the window because of this old fuck.

Sejin finally turned around as he curved a brow, “Jungkook you and I both know she is a dancer, not a stripper.”

“She is,” Jungkook agreed, he’d admit that, he certainly wasn’t a liar and wasn’t going to start now, you were definitely a dancer, but that was all the better for choreography, all he’d need to do is teach you sensuality, which with time could very easily be learned. Just as Sejin had hoped he’d bow out, he didn’t as he continued, “But she can learn, just like everyone else you have picked out. None of them are strippers Sejin, that was expected when we did an open audition, why is this different?”

Sejin finally sighed, his gaze sterning slightly into that famous dad look he was known for, “Jungkook look me in the eyes and swear to god above that you don’t just want her as a trainee to sleep with her.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration before looking directly at his boss, “For the love of god I don’t want her as a trainee just to sleep with her- not that I’d mind...don’t look at me like that!” He glowered, “Everyone here knows I’m not that horny Sejin, you know I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t think it was a good investment.”

Sejin gave one last sigh before giving in, knowing the young man was too stubborn to see it any differently as he waved a hand, “Fine, but she’s your responsibility Jungkook, you’ll be training her if she takes the job, handle the paperwork and drop it by my place if she signs, got it?

“Got it.” Jungkook replied chipperly nodding as he leaned against the bar counter, the lights were beginning to warp into different colors as everyone prepped the main room for the busy night as Sejin returned to his office.

Hoseok hopped up on the chair beside his figure as he hummed out, “Jungkook mentoring? Never thought I’d live to see the day, that must be some good pussy.”

“Probably,” Jungkook agreed before shifting slightly, finally setting down the half empty can of soda as he turned to look at his friend pointedly, “But you know that’s not why I want her right? Sure she’s shy but you can’t deny she’d be good, we really could use another- if not more female soloist’s if we want Cherry Bomb to stay up and running.”

And while all of his friends had relentlessly tormented him since word got out about wanting to mentor you Hoseok knew it was the truth. Wanting to bang you was just an added bonus, “All I’m saying is-” Hoseok stood up again, clapping his hand against his shoulder as he continued, “It’s extremely convenient for you to say that.” Naturally Hoseok didn’t believe him.

Groaning he sighed, not bothering to try and prove his innocence in his want to have you on the team. Again, he knew what it looked like, but that wasn’t going to change his mind.

Jimin who had been spectating the whole time finally busted out laughing, that dumb cheeky smile he was all to well known for staining his lips as he raised his brows, “You’re so fucking whipped, are you sure she’s the same girl you gave a free lap dance to last month?”

“I’m not whipped!” Jungkook sputtered out indignantly, he didn’t consider himself so at least, yes you were cute, you were insanely cute and shy as well. But that’s all he knew about you. Girls practically fell at his feet daily trying to get a piece of him, to have someone like you cowering in the opposite direction was obviously going to gain his attention, “And yeah, it’s hard to forget a face like that, same demeanor and all, she’s a friend of one of the regulars I think.”

“She is,” Taehyung nodded from on the other side of the counter, restocking the bar as he chimed in, “Pretty docile that one, but she does have grit. I think she’d make a good addition to the team, she looked good when she danced.” Jungkook finally sighed in relief at having someone’s support, his old friend and ex stripper agreeing with him compared to everyone else.

Jimin only shrugged, placing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he replied, “Hey I never said she’d be bad, I haven’t seen her dance so who am I to judge? All I’m saying is you and I both know Jungkook doesn’t mentor, she must be a hell of a girl for him to change his mind, is all I’m saying.” He gave a teasing wink with a stupid grin as Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring both of his friends laughter. They could all say whatever they wanted about you, but Jungkook believed you could do it, and that’s all that mattered.

——

“Fuck…”

It was a small whimper and you knew when he had called there was an ulterior motive, and just as you anticipated, there was. You were laid back on the bed, spine curved up and with a clenched jaw as the skin slapped against skin, he was so close to your g-spot it was edging you to near tears as you let out another whimper.

Hanjae had kept up his pace, moderate and his thrusts were particularly shallow, “Mmm you like that angel?”

You squirmed beneath him, but not necessarily out of pleasure like he misinterpreted, he kept unintentionally edging you and it was absolutely killing you. But more nights then less this was how it always was and it had made you often try and get out of staying the night. You loved him but it was hard when he was so picky…”P-please..” you whimpered out again, unable to form much more than that.

“Don’t worry, I'm almost finished baby.” He murmured sweetly, his jaw clenched and just his words alone were enough to make your vision go near blurry. Finish? You hadn’t even…!

Sexual frustration flooded your entire body as he came, taking a moment to gather himself before he got off of you. Pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash. Technically it wasn’t needed, you were already on birth control but it was mutually agreed you could never be too safe. Or so Hanjae told you.

But that was the last thing on your mind at the moment as your body burned harshly, your orgasm or whatever was close to resembling it fading into nothing as your lips quivered, “Hanjae…” you let out a quiet plea as he hummed in response, crawling back into bed and pulling his arms around you, it was embarrassing enough to have to ask, your cheeks flaring pink as you murmured against his skin, “Can you eat me...please.”

It was even more humiliating hearing his familiar rejection, “Maybe later Y/n.” You could hear the disinterest in his voice, it was probably hilarious.

You had only had three boyfriends, Hanjae included into the mix, and yet you had never seemed to really experience sex, or maybe people just hyped it up too much?

You weren’t sure, all you did know was your chest crumpled as you sighed, trying to hide your disappointment, it wasn’t like you had ever been ate out before anyways.

You had heard it was amazing but that’s all it had ever been kept too, heard, never done. Your body burned uncomfortably the entire night and you had a hard time falling asleep but you did eventually.

You had woke up to an empty bed the next morning, hearing the shower running not too far away letting you know Hanjae was still here. But even after sleeping your body was still burning hot. You glanced towards the door to the bathroom, he always took long showers anyways.

Without even thinking twice you had shifted your legs open as your hand found it’s way down to your core.

Still partially wet from old arousal as new began to form, your fingers gliding up your slit as you let them nimbly drag against your clit, a shot of pleasure shooting through you as you bit your lip to keep from whimpering.

Adjusting your pace to go faster as you clenched around nothing, your thoughts beginning to stray towards yesterday and shamefully towards Jungkook. Remembering the thick, large bulge you had grinded against.

Your hips suddenly began to wiggle at the memory as you tried to strangle back a moan, your fingers kneading down your clit. He’d eat you with no hesitation, wouldn’t he?

You had ran your free hand through your hair as you hit the sweet spot of your clit again, letting your hips bucked into the air at the idea of his sweet plump lips attached to your stimulated bud, attacking it with a hot wet tongue that made you whine at just the idea.

Your fingers sped up against the swollen bud as your imagination ran wild, and those hands. Mm fuck, they had to be atleast twice the size of your own, his fingers were long and slim, they’ve would’ve hurt stretching inside of you.

Without even thinking you had shot your free hand down to your core, instantly pushing a finger in pumping it quickly as your right hand continued hitting against your clit.

Feeling the pressure build in your core as you finally strangled a moaned, bucking your hips into the air as you rocked against your fingers.

His fingers would’ve reached your g-spot easily, hitting it again and again. Your thighs had squeezed together, another string of moans leaving you as you felt the orgasm begin to wash over you.

But what you wanted more than anything was his thick cock squeezed into your little hole, you wanted to come clenching harshly against it while it stretched you to your limit pounding into you roughly. Feeling yourself clench around nothing but your small fingers as you whined and whimpered feeling the orgasm finally snap, leaving you hot and bothered only ready for another one.

You suddenly paused like a deer in the headlights when you heard the shower stop, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You really just masturbated to a stripper rather than your boyfriend! You felt shame cover your very being as you shot up from bed, wet arousal sliding down your thighs much to your embarrassment as you quickly got dressed.

The worst part about it was how easy it was to imagine so many different things with him, with Jungkook.

Your face was on fire and you couldn’t bare to look at Hanjae after that, you had class to attend anyways and as of right now you needed to be anywhere but in that bedroom. You had shot him a text saying as much as you went ahead to class, unwashed and in yesterday's clothes. You felt gross but it wasn’t exactly like anyone had judged you. But what you did that morning plagued your mind throughout the entire day.

——

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the bench outside of Starbucks, a macchiato in hand and a strong urge to just smash your head into a wall, your face was flushed and to any bystander passing they probably wondered why.

If Seulgi landed this job, it meant you’d probably have to visit Cherry Bomb more than you would’ve ever liked and it meant you’d have to see him more than you wanted too. Or so you told yourself. But it was like the earth just hated you that day as your phone rang, an unfamiliar number on the screen, but hesitantly you answered anyways, “Hello?”

“Hey babygirl, hope you’re reevaluating your job options.” You swallowed thickly at the voice that had belonged to the one person who had been haunting you all day long. Jungkook’s voice was smooth, not as husky as you remembered it being the night you had first met. But even with a casual tone your face still flushed, “Awh come on, I’m not gonna bite baby, no words? Well let me dive in then, first of all, if you’re interested, there’s a few exceptions if you take the job. You’ll need to be trained but my boss, Sejin agreed to let me do it. Shockingly enough the job comes with a little more than just grinding my dick.”

If your face wasn’t red before, it was now at his words, amused while he gave a short laugh. You covered your face with your free hand as a shameful hot pang waved between your thighs. Why did your body have to be like this? The line was quiet for a moment before you sighed, “Look...I wasn’t joking yesterday...I’m really not cut out for stripping- don’t get me wrong, I think it’s amazing that you guys can go up there and do that every night but...it’s just not for me.”

“Why?” You had expected him to ask and you could tell he was being sincere in his question, whatever teasing tone he had earlier dropped.

Nibbling against your lower lip you sighed again before dropping your hand from your face, leaning back against the bench as your frowned, “I’m just not good with people Jungkook, beside’s I get flustered easily it isn’t hard to tell. Not to mention I have close to none of the sex appeal it probably takes to be a stripper.” It had all stung to confess, to a stranger no less, but the last one had stung particularly bad. But it was true, nobody seemed to think you were desirable, and some days you wondered if Hanjae felt the same about you.

It was quiet for a moment before you heard a scoff, “That is such bullshit. I’m sorry babygirl but who the fuck told you that? Everyone in that room was ready to get off to you, me included. You have more then enough sex appeal for the job if that’s what you’re worried about.” you could hear him sigh, briefly pausing for a moment before speaking up, “Look, come to Cherry Bomb tonight, I have a show and we can talk after. Is there anyway I can convince you to take it?”

The idea was outlandish, you couldn’t be a stripper. Your dignity was crying and so was your morals but you had left your waitress job nearly two weeks ago and bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

But that wasn’t the main motivation, no. Something in your chest bloomed a little at his words, did he really think you could do it? That people would find you desirable? Something about his words had you lured in as you finally murmured, “Maybe....I don’t know, we’ll see.”

You could practically hear the proud smirk on his lips as he replied, “Don’t disappoint me babygirl.”

The line went dead and you sat there for a moment still processing the conversation, setting your phone back down onto your lap as you sighed. Pressing your hands against your face as unsurety filled you. Could you really be a stripper? Jungkook clearly seemed to think so. You weren’t sure if you’d really go to Cherry Bomb that night but then again, what did you have to lose?

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thedeadflag · 4 years

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Most of my regular day to day thankfully hasn’t been too wildly changed given the whole pandemic thing, but one notable change is I’m coming to really dislike one of my roommates. I’m doing my best to be patient and understanding, but there is no need to come into the kitchen any time I go into the kitchen. There’s no need to leave the toilet seat a mess of water when there are hand towels there to dry hands off on (or, you know, putting down the lid so water doesn’t get on the seat). I swear, I’m a broken record on that, he knows not to. There’s no need to try and strike up a convo anytime I’m nearby about (A) some slew of tired, overdone complains he’s told me at least a few dozen times in the past two weeks, or (B) how funny the situation down in the USA is, since I’ve made it clear I have family and friends down there and it’s not funny to me.

Like, I’m sorry if he’s starving for social contact or whatever, but he can chat up his actual friend (my other roommate who also works from home) pretty much around the clock, or any of his friends over discord or whatnot. I’ve been clear with him in the past that I’m introverted and generally don’t want to talk when I’m in the kitchen, especially when I’m trying to make food. One time, he brought up how annoying it is when his parents are trying to call him and video chat him all the time and that even if he’s online it doesn’t mean he wants to talk to them, and I turned that around on him saying (as kindly as I could) that I know the feeling, that people including him often take my presence as me being open for conversation when that’s rarely the case and I’d generally prefer not to talk because it can be exhausting.

If even one of the things stopped, he’d be so much more tolerable. I’m tired of having to abort my kitchen plans within seconds of getting in there because he quickly plods in and starts talking to me. I’m tired of wasting toilet paper/paper towel drying the toilet seat off when it shouldn’t be necessary. I’m tired of him thinking I’m receptive to being his therapist or that I’m up for a good-humored chat on the horrible shit down on down in the states.

God, I hate being mean/rude, but I think I’m going to have to really commit to taking that step if this keeps up.

#late night ramblings

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namjuicyy · 4 years

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Forbidden - Chapter Three

Masterlist | Requests are open.

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst.

Genre of this part: Not really angst but not exactly fluff either.

Word Count: 1.8k.

Summary: Prince Hoseok had never been told “no” until his father lay on his deathbed. Hoseok was ordered to marry, but his eyes were set on the one woman he wasn’t allowed to have.

WARNINGS: A lotta cheese, if you're lactose intolerant or fluff intolerant best to stay away.

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It was amazing to you how quickly you had managed to befriend Prince Hoseok. You had, in the past and especially since marrying Taeoh, had extreme shyness to overcome which meant it took you a good while before you could truly call someone a friend and open up to them. Eunjae was your only friend – a relationship your husband frowned upon as "queens shouldn't mingle with the staff". But what did he know? He could barely keep his own kingdom alive.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok was besotted with you. He was completely obsessed by your grace and beauty. The way you carried yourself was with nothing but dignity and poise and it fascinated him to see such an accomplished, beautiful queen be so shy and introverted. Hoseok was never good at hiding his true feelings or emotions, especially to his younger brother. And just your mere presence had snapped the prince out of his old habits and subconsciously made him want to be better; for you, as absurd as it sounded.

Even Jimin had noticed a change not just in Hoseok but in the palace staff too. The palace was running like clockwork for once given that all the female staff were doing their jobs instead of opening their legs for their prince. Jimin, of course, never blamed the women workers. They were simply doing as they were told and giving themselves up for a man they hoped would love them. They were not to blame for anything. But he still chuckled to himself, especially when his mother came down for breakfast earlier than him, when usually the whole household would have a little while to wait before the Queen finally joined them. But your visit to the palace simply proved to Jimin that his brother was the cause of so many delays, but more importantly that he could change; that he wasn't the lost cause their parents had made him out to be. This gentility and gentleman-like nature that had shone showed Hoseok would be a capable ruler.

Jimin was besotted with you too, but not in the same way as his brother. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about you that captivated him so – perhaps it was solely down to the idea that it was you who saved his brother. He just knew that he wanted you to be around for a lot longer than planned. And had suggested as such at breakfast one morning.

"What are your plans after the engagement ball, Your Majesty?" He addressed you gently as one of the servants poured you your morning juice, squeezed freshly that morning from the orange trees in the gardens.

"Whatever my husband wishes." You replied dutifully. You hadn't noticed a deep flicker of something appear on Hoseok's face when you mentioned Taeoh, but Jimin did. "I believe our intentions are to return home to our normal lives."

"Ah, but it's been such a pleasure having you both here, Ma'am." His attention turned to your husband seated beside you, though his conversation addressed you both. "Surely your majesties could stay a few days longer. It would be our honour to host you a little while more."

"Alas, we cannot." Taeoh responded. "I have important matters to attend to back in my own kingdom. Your father," his attention turned to his counterpart, "has given me much to think about."

The King nodded at Taeoh.

"You are all, of course, welcome to stay with us should you ever find yourselves closer to our home than yours." You offered. "We would be ecstatic to share what we have with you."

"That sounds wonderful Ma'am, thank you." Jimin responded.

Hoseok noticed the look you and your husband shared from across the table – or rather, the look that your husband gave you. He was clearly unhappy with the prospect of having to socialise with his neighbours. Though this diplomatic trip had been fruitful, it appeared he'd prefer to be left alone. Hoseok would prefer Taeoh were left alone too, that way he'd have you all to himself. No, he mustn't entertain such thoughts. He shouldn't have dared to want you at all. Yet there he sat at his family's breakfast table, pining over you and imagining a life with you he could never have.

In fact, sat next to you was the life he was doomed to have, the life he'd rather never visited his house at all and was upset to have to touch. Jieun, as beautiful as she was, looked like hell to Hoseok and he made sure he had little to do with her as he possibly could. He took to admiring your profile as his angel spoke to his demons, calmly and kindly enduring the idle conversation about what you were to wear to the ball and listening to what Jieun had planned. You were a saint... a true saint. No one, man nor woman could compare.

"Feeling a little lovesick, Hyung?" Jimin murmured to his brother.

"Of course not." Hoseok lied. Jimin raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Come on, you've got this look on your face. It's gentle and unsettling."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course, you don't – you can't see yourself. I've never seen you so soft, Hyung."

"Jiminie, I don't know what you're insinuating but honestly, there's nothing going on with me. Everything's as it always has been."

"Except you're actually sat with your family for breakfast rather than being inside Mother's hand maid."

"So, Prince Hoseok," your voice interrupted the brothers whispering and drew the attention of the room to you – something you certainly didn't intend on. However, Hoseok was awed by your ability to not let the sudden attention distract you from what you had to say. You were quieter than a queen should be, but even as an introvert you were still able to command the room. "Are you looking forward to the ball tonight?"

Hoseok usually told you the truth. "I am indeed." He lied. Even in the short amount of time you had known him, you knew that this wasn't the truth. You'd hoped there was some honesty in the words he spoke – you'd hoped that he'd make a reference to you attending the ball that night. But his silence went on a little longer than you anticipated, and you felt yourself growing more and more disappointed at the prospect. "I'm excited to be able to spend a night with the few people I hold dearest to me – new friends and old."

Oh.

There was what you wanted – exactly how you wanted it. His charm ever present, and his eyes bearing into you; almost going right through you. You felt exposed almost – heating up with each passing second his attention was on you. You had nowhere to hide or no way to shelter yourself from the intensity, and your breath became shallower and shallower with the racing of your heart. No person had ever had this effect on you – not even when you'd been upset with them – so what made Hoseok so different?

He caught you after breakfast during your routinely stroll around the palace gardens, suffocating you with his charismatic demeanour. You were quickly falling for him and this was worrying to say the least.

"How did you sleep last night, Your Majesty?" Hoseok asked you, his voice dripping with genuine kindness.

"I've told you, there's no need to be so formal."

"My mother would have me lynched if she heard me referring to you as ___."

"It makes me uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry. I'll try harder for you."

"Are you really looking forward to tonight?"

"Yes. I can't believe I'm saying such a thing, but I am. If not for the reason the ball was intended, but for the reason I'll be able to see you."

"You're seeing me now."

"Perhaps for the reason I can hold you then. Without the consequences."

"Hoseok."

"Your Majesty, please. Since you walked into my life everything has changed for me. I'm no longer scared of the future with you by my side."

"I'm married Hoseok, you too are to be wed - we can't."

"He doesn't have to know. No one does." He grabbed hold of your hands and forced you to look him in the eye. "Your Majesty... ___... I am hopelessly, undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with you. You're unlike any woman I've ever met including my own betrothed. I don't love her. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know you don't love your husband either. Why shouldn't we be happy? Why shouldn't we make time to love one another? Our futures need not be so bleak."

"Hoseok, the world works in your favour. You are allowed as many mistresses as you would like, you can father as many children as you see fit - there are no consequences for you. I would be lynched if the world found out I were carrying on with the future king of our neighbouring kingdom. I'd be punished while you were praised."

"___, please. Being without you – even in my own palace knowing you're a few feet away from me – makes it hard for me to breathe. I can only eat when you're with me and eating too, I'm sure I'd sleep better holding you in my arms. I'd rule better with you at my side, even if it was just a secret. With every fibre of my being, I adore you." You had no idea you were crying until Hoseok wiped a tear from your eye. "I would jump off that bridge under your instruction and fall to my death if it ensured your happiness."

"You shouldn't say such things."

"Why? It's the truth."

He leant forward to kiss you. Or was it you who leaned into him? You weren't exactly sure. All you knew is that your lips were so close to touching, his palms caressing your face while yours encased his hands. His breath tangled with yours as your eyes closed feeling a pull towards him you'd never felt with anyone else.

A throat clearing pulled you two out of the little world you created for yourselves, forcing him away from you with a harsh push only to discover Eunjae standing there staring at the two of you. Her eyebrows were raised, but there was no hint of condescension or berating in her eyes. Just a playful, mischievous glint and a small smirk on her face that told you "I've got your number".

"Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty. Your Highness." She said politely.

"N-no intrusion Eunjae." You responded. "Is everything okay?"

"Your husband is looking for you, Ma'am. He is in the King's drawing room."

"Thank you, Eunjae." Without turning, without saying goodbye, you simply exhaled and composed yourself before walking away from the Prince, leaving him the gardens to watch you walk away. This would be the last time you rejected him in favour of your husband – that he vowed.

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trish and daphne

IF THEY HAD A KID MEME.

STATUS: NOPE.

Name: dakota kluger (yes, trish is very gladly taking daphne’s last name)

Gender: cis male

General Appearance: relatively short for his age, auburn hair waved long down his back into a ponytail he prefers to have braided, pale and thin. eyes are a very clear shade of almost translucent green. charmingly childish in expression, silently wide-eyed, leans toward ringer tees and oversized tees of every possible kinds. tends to lean toward blue and yellow, which often means favored yellow hi-tops, blue shirts of all kinds, the soft white-and-blue of faded jeans.

Personality: quiet but exuberant when addressed kindly or spoken to directly, dakota’s the kind of kid who gets along with the other children remarkably well for a natural sort of charisma he carries about him and an easy smile in spite of his childhood. he’s very prone to silliness and can be a little hyperactive when allowed, the sort who only really shines when faced with those he’s most comfortable around. an introvert at heart, however, he’d prefer to spend all day reading books and doodling. the sort of boy who gets invited to all the class birthdays, enthusiast of bowties and bright colors, perhaps too prone to coloring on the walls in bouts of excitement, art shared, need to confine it to the refrigerator. intelligent though not tremendously well-spoken, his vocabulary’s moderately impaired and he has an ear for making up words. genuinely surprisingly happy, he has a tendency to be shy in spite of himself when meeting new people, though shakes it off fairly quickly. educationally far behind other kids his age, this is supplemented with personal tutoring and painstaking attention from both parents that eventually allows him to catch up. trish learns his social situation, thankfully, is so beneficial because he was, at least, surrounded by other children. he has no shortage of fascination for people.

Special Talents: an excellent little artist with a talent for colors and a penchant for shapes, he does very well expressing words through images, a human game of pictionary. he’s very good at getting his points across expressively. he can also do a handstand, which he is tremendously proud of. a very patient listener though an active fidgeter, he can parrot back most anything said to him, and he’s always very very locked onto what’s being told to him. a very meticulous follower of instruction once he’s informed. can touch the tip of his nose with his tongue.

Who they like better: there is no such thing in the kluger household, no one or the other. daphne and trish have mostly equivalent understanding, as though dakota’s young, he’s not so young that it’s impossible for trish to understand. daphne is the less stern parent, though more likely to be a bit sterner when he’s out of hand at first, and trish, though good at deflecting, is regimented and a little tighter where scheduling is concerned. daphne is much beloved for being the one willing to follow just about any flight of fancy– the boy loves, loves, loves her and this indulgence is something so rewarding, the attention so lovely, that she returns it in spades. his favorite thing to do with daph, who is mommy, happens to be piano lessons, since daph knows loosely how to play fairly decently, and honestly he likes trying to make up melodious sounds. with trish, who is mama, he likes getting to finish drawings– she’ll sketch a line and he’ll complete it, and then she’ll do the next one, and on and on, until it makes a tangible shape or something like it. he has no preference– he knows only that these are his moms, and even if he misbehaves, even if he’s scolded for something, the important thing is he knows how loved he is.

Who they take after more: his charisma and willingness to speak, charm glowingly welcome, is all daphne, as are larger portions of his personality. he’s let her take point in most conversations, and learned from her how to inflect tone in ways that most would likely consider dramatic, mimicry of his more outgoing parent. while he’s definitely more like daphne in a social setting, his penchant for quiet alone time has been mostly learned– yes, learned– from trish. she reinforces the idea of being alone with yourself and it being okay, and as a result he has a very, very developed playroom that’s more or less filled with every activity imaginable. he likes reading best, and he’s a few grades above his level. he’s more than frequently found sneak-reading with a flashlight under the covers of his gratuitous spaceship bed, something both his parents let go for… at least twenty minutes.

Personal Head canon: one dark, dark, dark evening hellcat had headed down into the very forbidden sewers of the city (how many times had daph said she wouldn’t put up with a kitten trekking around in the refuse of new york) after hearing about an underground drug smuggling operation whispered above on the streets, courtesy of contacts and some very special super-hearing. she’d trekked through and through and through the labyrinth, and things had gotten stranger the further she went. it had started to look deliberate, labyrinthine. it had started to look like a place people were.

by the time she found this ludicrous structure of wooden boards and tin roofs, she’d skulked around, discovered a very small populace squatting down, down, down in the dark sewers with the biggest meth lab operation she’d ever seen, and by then? she’d certainly seen a lot. cowl radio had only half worked to drop a contact location to a police in, one acquired and shared with younger brother spidey, not so little anymore. a legal operation would arrive, but she’d wanted to get a head-start, case out the possibility of what was happening, the diversity of the operation.

it had turned out it was a village of sorts, of people trying to make a living off the mass production and the distribution of their product. a village filled with people, children, even, living lives far below the pay-grade of any child. trish had known that all too well all on her own, corralled the cluster of children, the small group, and begun to lead them outside as carefully as possible. the ruckus could wait– this was more important, and it seemed all the ‘grownups’ were busy doing what it was they did. she couldn’t fathom the understanding for why this operation had happened down there, though she was sure eventually she would find out.

the police raided the underground situation way deep down beneath the city itself, the underbelly of the place, and dragged out droves of people, adults tried for accounts of child endangerment, neglect, drug trafficking, the list went on.

and then the mighty hellcat went about contacting one alana stark, trying to be absolutely sure all these kids would have safe places to go. a sharp tug had accidentally sent the great cat toppling, tumbling over when she took two steps forward against the sudden force of her own step. dangercat not alert, not a thread, but a little boy, long hair and eyes a green not too unlike hers. he’d smiled at her warmly and then squeezed his arms around his middle shyly, asked in a small voice, h-e-double-hockey-sticks-cat? and the hero had turned over, not even gotten up, just rolled with a mouth full of bright, pointy fangs. h-e-double-hockey-sticks-cat the hero had said back, brightening the child’s smile.

throughout the overseeing process the little boy hadn’t let go of a clawed glove, small hand tightly squeezed in a palm. (she would learn from his time then with a child psychiatrist that he’d known about her, mythical cat hero over the aboveground, drawn outrageous little pictures, images, like she’d been the hero without ever knowing.) she’d watched alana make as many arrangements as possible– iron man, anyway. and once everything had been set, the boy’s smile dropped, and he’d looked down, maybe, maybe, maybe beginning to tear up. she’d knelt, pressed her hands into his, asked lightly, you okay, little man? his head shook. does something owch? another head shake.

big kitty.

she’d watched the other kids talk, seen them in little throngs and groups, watched how none had spoken to him, not really, but he’d stuck to her like glue the entire evening. logical, of course. spooked, new, though they hadn’t seemed mournful to be out.

so the cat had asked, soft and a little hopeful, do you maybe want to come have pancakes with me? for a little while. a wife to ask about it, of course, pancakes could not yet become home with. couldn’t just make such a decision without important input.

outside a manhattan diner, the cat watched the boy shred apart soft pancakes with his hands, tearing with little fingers into strips and dunking into syrup slathered all over a plate. he couldn’t be more than five years old, though she didn’t know for sure– not with that kind of malnutrition or deprivation to light. kept her eyes on him through the thin glass, still assured to pay attention.

i think he might’ve been the one who didn’t have anybody. i think he has a hard time with the other kids– i don’t know how it worked. it was fucked up. i think he hoped one day i would help, somehow. he knew who i was.

a beat in the silence and then daphne’s voice, why don’t you bring him home, hero?

Face Claim:

jacob tremblay!

#v: main: hero unburdened ❂ atlas self made #diamonds are forever. trish&daphne.#criminallyfamous #[THANKS FOR INDULGING ME RACHEL.]#worldsfinestspy

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mycatshuman · 6 years

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Dark Hood: Chapter 14

Warnings: None except maybe negative stuff, blood(Remy's a vampire he has to drink it.)? I don't know. I'm trying to give you a nice relaxed chapter....hopefully. I wrote this before I actually wrote the chapter.

Virgil awoke to the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs and into his room from the kitchen. He pulled his headphones off and sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He turned his clock around and saw that it was 9 in the morning. He let out a sigh. He hadn't really gotten much sleep last night as he felt the ghost of the knife's blade against his throat.

He shuddered and rubbed his neck feeling the small cut there. He frowned and flung the blankets aside as he stood. He fumbled for his hoodie and shrugged it on in the darkened room before grabbing his phone. He glanced at his blackout curtains, debating on wether or not to open them and let some light into his room. He decided against it as he made his way to his door and slipped into the hallway.

He found that none of the other doors in the hallway were open. He heard soft snoring from the other rooms, confirming his theory. The others were still asleep. He silently closed his door and snuck down the stairs, careful to avoid any creaks.

Virgil followed the smell of breakfast to the kitchen to find a bundle of energy. Patton was dressed in his cat onesie as he danced along to the music playing from the radio softly. Virgil felt a small smile tug at his lips as his friend poured more batter into the pan and his eyes traveled to the plate already loaded with enough pancakes to feed an army.

"Hey, Pat," Virgil greeted as he slid into a barstool at the island.

Patton turned around a bright smile on his face. "Hey Virgil! Good morning! I was just making breakfast!" He exclaimed.

Virgil eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah, I see that," he replied as he looked at the other pan on the stove and saw scrambled eggs.

"How'd you sleep?" Patton asked as he turned back to the pancake and flipped it.

Virgil shrugged as he pulled out his phone. "Eh, okay I guess," he mumbled as he opened up Tumblr.

"Why?" Patton asked as he walked over to Virgil, concern shining in his green eyes.

"Just..." Virgil paused. "Thoughts."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Patton asked as he put a hand on Virgil's back.

Virgil shook his head, purple hair falling in front of his eyes. "No, I'm okay. I promise."

Patton frowned slightly before pushing a smile onto his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Okay then. If you do ever want to talk about it don't hesitate to ask!" Patton exclaimed as he went back to the pancake and pulled it out of the pan, placing it on the plate with the others.

He frowned slightly as he poured the last bit of the batter into pan. He wanted to talk to Virgil about the decision he had made yesterday without telling them. On the other hand, he didn't want to pressure Virgil. The introvert needed some time. He had a knife to his throat yesterday. That was enough to make some people faint. As Patton moved to start on the toast he let out a silent sigh. He would give Virgil at the least today.

"Hey, Virgil? Do you think you could go wake the others please?" Patton asked as he shot a glance at him on his way back to the stove.

"Sure," Virgil shrugged as he stood and made his way to the door to the basement. "I'll go get a bag for Remy," he told Patton as he flicked in the light and traveled down the stairs.

"Thank you!" Patton called as he flipped the pancake over and put more bread in the toaster.

Patton heard footsteps decend robotically down the stairs. He turned to find Logan already dresses in a black polo shirt and blue stripped tie and slacks. He was cleaning his glasses on his tie. Patton couldn't help biut wonder if Logan had any other shirts than the black polo's he always seemed to wear.

"Hiya, Logan!" He exclaimed as he pulled the last pancake out of the pan. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Patton," Logan greeted as he replaced his glasses and took in Patton's outfit. Patton thought he saw a tinge of pink on the serious man's cheeks before he answered Patton's question. "I slept quite well, thank you. How did you sleep?" He asked as he adjusted his tie.

"I slept like a baby! Thanks for asking!" Patton exclaimed as he turned the burner from under the pancake pan off. Something was definitely off with Virgil. Patton thought as he checked on the eggs. Normally he would ask how Patton had slept BEFORE Patton asked how he slept. Patton only remembered when he answered Logan.

Suddenly, Virgil was closing the basement door, a blood bag in his hand. He looked at Logan and snorted. "That's one less person I have to wake up," he commented before turning to head upstairs leaving Patton and Logan alone in the kitchen. Virgil didn't even make a sound as he climbed up the stairs.

"Hey, Logan. If you don't mind, could you get the Crofters, butter and syrup out and put them on the table, please?" Patton asked as he got a stack of plates down from the cabinet.

"Of course, Patton," Logan responded and moved to take the first two out of the fridge before he grabbed the syrup from the pantry and set them down in the table.

"Thank you!" Patton called as he grabbed a plate. "What would you like?" He asked as he prepared to put food on Logan's plate.

"I can dish my food myself, Patton. You focus on your food," Logan replied as he took the plate from Patton's hands.

"Why? Are they going to try and get away? Are they going to do tricks? Are they going to teach me something," Patton asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Logan groaned. "No, Patton. I meant you should get your food," Logan explained as Remy slumbered into the kitchen, drinking from the blood bag Virgil had given him. His hair was a mess and he was dragging his feet to the cabinet to get a mug for his tea.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from upstairs as Virgil came flying down the stairs, cackling. Logan and Patton raised an eyebrow at the purple haired man as he hid behind the island next to Remy, cracking up. Remy let out a groan as Roman stomped down the stairs, very loudly.

Patton's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to hold back his laughter. Logan raised an eyebrow as he watched his friend huff in anger. "Are you okay?" Logan asked.

Roman let out a cry. "Am I okay?" He whispered. "Am I OKAY?" He roared. "Look at me!" He cried as he flung a hand at himself. "I'm wet!"

"Yes, we can see that."

"What happened, Kiddo?" Patton asked as he stifled a laugh. "Did you get in the shower with your pj's on?"

"No! Of course I didn't get in the shower with my clothes on!" Roman yelled. "Virgil dumped water on me just because I asked for a few more minutes!" Roman cried as he waved his hands in the air, his brown hair dripping with water.

Virgil snickered behind the counter as Patton turned to face him, fighting hard to keep the disapproving look on his face. "Virgil, is this true?" He asked as he put his hands on his hips.

Virgil's smile dropped as he slowly stood. "Yeah?" He said as he rubbed his neck.

Patton sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "Okay. I think you should help Roman clean up the mess after breakfast."

Virgil looked down. "Okay," he grumbled.

Remy clapped a hand on Virgil's shoulder as he let out a howl of laughter. "Oh this is just too damn funny!" He exclaimed as he shook with laughter. "Good one," he praised Virgil.

"Remy, we really shouldn't-" Patton started but was cut off when Remy addressed Roman.

"And your reaction just made it ten times funnier," he snickered as he turned back to his tea. Roman let out an huff of annoyance and crossed his arms. He was pouting again.

"Roman? Why don't you go upstairs and get changed into dry clothes, okay?" Patton asked kindly.

"Yeah," Roman mumbled as he turned around and stomped back up the stairs.

"Where's Picani?" Virgil asked as he scooped some eggs from the pan and onto his plate.

"Oh, he had to leave early for work," Patton answered as he sat at the table with his own plate of food.

"Can't he just, like, teleport there or something?" Virgil asked as he sat down next to him.

"Yeah, but he said he prefered to get there early to make sure he could catch up on some work he abandoned when he helped us," Patton explained brightly as he buttered a piece of toast.

"Okay," Virgil nodded as he turned to his own breakfast.

Roman came down the stairs in a tee shirt and shorts as he dried his hair. His eyes lit up when he saw the stack of pancakes on the table. He quicky grabbed a plate, some eggs and bacon before sitting at the table and starting a stack of pancakes on his own plate.

Patton giggled while Virgil rolled his eyes. "And here we see The Roman in his natural habitat," Virgil commented.

Remy and Patton snorted while Logan fought to keep a smile off his face. Roman shot a glare at Virgil. "And what's your natural habitat, a coffin? A cave?" A dungeon?" Roman shot back.

Virgil glared at him. Before he could say anything, Patton cut him off. "Come on, let's stop bickering and just sit and have breakfast together as a family," Patton suggested as he looked at the two with pleading eyes.

Both men immediately backed down and turned to their own plate. Logan found himself smiling fondly at Patton as the man quickly took care of the situation. He felt a flutter in his heart as this adorable and kind man calling him family.

He quickly snapped out of it when Roman elbowed him in the ribs. He winced and rubbed his rib as he looked at Roman. The mischevious glint in his eye was not hard to miss. Logan rose a questioning eyebrow at the man before Roman turned to face Patton.

"Hey, Patton?" Roman sing songed. Logan's eyes grew wide.

"Yeah?" Patton asked as he looked up at Roman.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Virgil glanced at them as Patton sat back. "Yeah, a long time ago," he said slowly. "Why?"

Logan willed Roman to keep his mouth shut. He was not about to have Roman telling Patton how Logan felt. No way. He stared at Roman, silently willing him to stay quiet. Roman sent him a wide grin.

"No reason," Roman replied.

Logan tried to keep the look of relief off his face. He felt eyes on him and glanced up to see Virgil looking at him quizzically. Logan tried to look indifferent to the whole thing before Virgil leaned over and whispered something to Remy. His heart started to pound in his chest. What was he saying? What was going on? He repressed a groan as he remembered Remy could hear his heart racing in his chest.

Remy shot a look a Logan before whispering a few things in Virgil's ear. Virgil surpressed a laugh as he went back to his food. Logan tried to keep from having a heart attack when he saw the mischevious grin on Remy's face as the vampire shot him a thumbs up.

Remy pointed at Patton and made a heart with his hand before pointing to Logan. Logan's face twisted in confusion. Remy looked at him and deflated as he rolled his eyes. "I'll tell you later," he mouthed before returning to his food.

Together the five sat and ate dinner together in a calming silence with the soft sound of music floating through the air from the radio in the kitchen. It was nice to relax every once in a while.

Even with a storm was brewing in the near future.

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(Whoo! Wow! Okay. I tried to make it a nice little break from danger and negative feelings but apparently I can't do that. At least not completely. I hope you Famders enjoyed it. Remember feedback is always appreciated, good or bad. I would love to know what you all think of what I'm writing. I would love to know if you like how the story is going. I would love to see what you like and don't like about it. Anyway, I wish you all a positive day and pleasent night. Stay awesome important people.) 💜💜💜💜

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ncvcmbcrflush · 3 years

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《 elle fanning. cisfemale, she/her. control by halsey 》 oh my, there goes ELIZABETH BATHORY. the 23/461 year old VAMPIRE (VARIANT - MEMORY MANIPULATION) is currently working at GORDO’S SWEET FACTORY (MANAGER). they’ve been in salem, ma for TWO YEARS. they are known around town as THE OLEANDER. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be LOYAL and CHARMING while also being VINDICTIVE and HEARTLESS, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Elizabeth Nevaeh Báthory

Nickname(s): If you call her anything other then Liz and you aren’t fucking, she’s gonna disembowel you.

Date of Birth: August 7th, 1560

Age: 23/461

Gender + Pronouns: Female, she/her

Place of birth: Nyírbátor, Hungary

Parents: Baron and Baroness George and Anna Balthoy- first cousins and overall not great parents.

Siblings: One older brother

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): None, they’ve all died by now obviously, and she gave up trying to keep track of the family’s bloodline a couple centuries back.

Pets: none.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 10″

Build: Slender and willowy

Nationality: Hungarian

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Distinguishing Facial Features: Dark blue eyes, nearly black when she’s not currently drinking from humans.

Hair Color: platinum blonde, and she’ll swear it’s natural but she can never quite cover those pitch black Hungarian roots!

Usual Hair Style: Everchanging, but always ridiculously intricate and overdressed for the occasion. She’s never been able to move on from the styles of her time and homeland.

Eye Color: Dark blue when on track, carmine when on human blood

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Pale skin, a few very faint freckles, and a silvery scar on her left shoulder from a spunky village girl who didn’t take too kindly to being murdered.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Probably a couple undiagnosed

What do they consider their best feature?: Everything!

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Being turned didn’t feel great, exactly, but she considers being stabbed by that girl the worst, as it was more of a personal offense.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: Liz is a big fan of twee fashion; skirts, colorful tights, cardigans, headbands and hairbows... sis saw one episode of New Girl and never looked back.

Glasses? Contacts?: neither.

Personal Hygiene: OBSESSED. Daily showers, a 14 step skincare routine- one for morning and one for night of course- Liz makes all of her own skincare products and has a small side business selling them to the less squeamish of the townspeople- ingredients range from rabbit’s blood to human.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Liz would never lower herself by puncturing her flesh or maiming herself.

What does their voice sound like?: Very soft and gentle when trying to get something from someone, or with the children who come into the candy shoppe (she does love children; wonderfully dark little things, really)

Accent?: Vaguely european, but impossible to pin down after centuries of roaming the world.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Picks obsessively at her cuticles- they’re always raw and ragged, a visual tell that not all is well in her mind, despite the front she puts up.

Left handed or right?: left handed

Do they work out/exercise?: If Liz was going to resort to sweating to stay young and beautiful she wouldn’t be Liz

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: Hungarian, Russian, English, French, German, Italian

Zodiac: Leo

Gifts/talents: Liz has the ability to manipulate people’s memories

Religious stance: None. It’s not so much that she doesn’t believe, but that she feels it’s of no consequence to her.

Pet peeves: Denim on denim, people who go nuts because it’s summer, cars

Optimist or pessimist: pessimist

Extrovert or introvert: extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: committed relationship with a marshmallow of a man who would collapse at just a hint of the carnage Liz is capable of.

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone aesthetically pleasing, able to match her wit.

Ever been in love?: Yes.

What’s their love language?: acts of service

Most important person in their life?: Herself, and her beau is a close second.

VOCATION:

Level of education: Whatever 12 years of 14th century private tutors equals in modern times. All of her modern day skills are self taught.

Profession: Manager at Gordo’s Sweet Factory

Past occupations: Countess, a 6 year stint as a YouTube beauty guru in the 2010s.

Passions: beauty, skincare

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Money

SECRETS:

Phobias: Fire, old people

Life goals: Not die, stay hot.

Greatest fears: Aging

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Embarrassing things don’t happen to Liz (and she’s gone to great lengths to make sure that there is no one left on the planet who can clearly recall that one New Year’s Eve 90 years ago when Liz got raging drunk and decided she could pull off a buzzcut. She had to hide away in shame for a full year before her hair finally grew to an acceptable length)

Something they’ve never told anyone: tbd.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: skincare, cooking, murder

Favorite color: Red

Favorite smell: Cinnamon

Favorite food: Beef stew

Favorite book: Interview With A Vampire

Favorite movie: Legally Blonde

Favorite song: Look What You Made Me Do- taylor swift

Coffee or tea?: coffee

Favorite type of weather: all weather is gross

Most used word or phrase?: *dramatique sighing*

#it's no surprise i turned you in;elizabeth #my mind turns your life into folklore;visuals #salem.intro

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gothamiteneko · 6 years

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*sighs* … Ok, i´m not very “talkative” beyond just letting my feels run wild and freely in the tags of every post i reblog here cuz I love the fandom and it´s people but i´m an introvert who prefers keep lowkey almost all the time but loves fangirling anyway BUT i feel i need take this out of my system, after watching the last episode of Gotham (S4, Ep13… just in case lol) and of course, after scrolling my dash that almost was filled entirely with gifsets, theories, text post and everything, about said episode…

WARNING, SPOILERS BELOW…

First of all: WHAT AN EPISODE MY DEAR GOSH, it was really exciting and all (details below) but the main thing I personally care the most is that after being starved cuz the absolute absence of the very necessary Oswald Cobblepot dose the last episode, i´m so glad we had this episode almost dedicated exclusively to him and his arc in Arkham (and his interaction with Jerome), that´s the only thing I personally was asking for this episode in general, so thanks a lot Gotham.

And now…

+ Ivy being her new Poison Ivy persona… is really cool to see her finally being all menacing the way only she knows how to, who would think plants could be that scary in the correct (incorrect?) hands… and just for the record, I like Poison Ivy now but i`ll forever gonna miss Maggie´s Ivy

+ Selina is just being Selina and that´s perfect, just go girl.

+Lucius was really funny. Sorry but he was and I like him like this as much as I like him being the most centered and sane character in the whole city, so done with everyone´s nonsense but feeling sorry for them and kindly telling them they need help instead of just yell and punch their faces away from his sight.

+ Jim Gordon… ah Jim… in fact I feel sorry for him, is really hard to be the Captain of the GCPD (well, is hard to live in Gotham anyway) and I know he´s being a douche since some episodes by now (I won`t count how many, the point is for his stubborn and capricious attitude) and just cuz his very misguided “boyscout morality” as Ozzy well said to him… but again, he lives in Gotham and that means madness, and I find interesting how he still can deal with that, resisting to go down and to be completely consumed by the corruption and crazyness the city apparently tries to drag everyone… is not an excuse for what he is doing to everyone who ever cared for him (AKA Lee…. And Harvey Bullock, the only true best friend he still has -Harvey is a saint and deserves better btw-) and of course, to Ozzy (i´m still upset with Jim cuz of that on this season… and a bit cuz the whole Galavan plot that put Os into Arkham the first time) …. but I understand why he is being like this… that´s why he appreciates Batsy very much in the future, he kinda gives him a bit of weight release over his shoulders… but that´s another story lol.

+ Speaking of Bat…Bruce I mean, I liked that self-discovery trip he did (forcefully, but ok) cuz it shows how he didn´t just woke up one morning and happily decided he was going to become a Bat-suited vigilante. Again, he lives in Gotham, so he struggled first with the darkness (that includes being a douche with Alfred… another saint and warrior who deserves better) and pain that he was facing since the death of his parents. He´s being lost for a long time so now is the perfect moment to change that, to embrace his fears and conquer them. And as Jim told him, he must trust the people who care about him………. and of course, I just can´t with the easter eggs of Jim with the legendary mustache and Oswald with that SO ICONIC comic´s Penguin outfit, I just can´t with that #Nerdgasm (also the fact of Os gloves being greeeeen)

And NOW… the main target that made me write this (this will be long but I just need release it or i´ll implode):

+About Oswald´s arc in Arkham…

- Omgggg…. I´m like, a person who gets really excited every time I see my favs in a show/book/movie/whatever, going into something, good or bad, and i´m perfectly ok and not ashamed with being full of feels when is related to fandom stuff, but now… dude, I went really emotional, I mean, I cried for real while watching my poor birb suffering like that, so vulnerable and lost and actually crying cuz he can´t handle it anymore (when his voice burst into tears on that table in front of the inmates… man, I think my heart broke in pieces once and once again with every tear he made me share with that simple thing… I needed stop the video so many times through those moments, just cuz I was -?- drowning in feels)… or when he was being bullied by Jerome, omg, Ozzy was so terrified after that… I feel I could cry just remembering that… damn it, I just wanted hug him and taking him away from everyone to protect him forever, omg.

- I´m not blaming nor justifying Jerome, but he´s a psychopath and he is in fact such an awesome character, so he was doing what he knows and likes more: having fun by his own twisted way… the problem in this case is with who he was doing that… and even with that, I think Oswald can thank him (maybe just a bit) for bringing his murder instincts back to the game, cuz he´ll surely need them later.

- The best of this episode so far (for me)… Ed visiting Oswald (and everything what follows after that)… obviously there seems Ed was just being annoying and gloating, as he said himself, cuz he now hates or at least has not a bit of respect for The Penguin after all he did to Ed, but even Ozzy knows the new dummy boy Ed wasn´t there just cuz of that (i´m amused and make me smile the fact that Os knows Ed better than Ed himself, the birb is clever and i´m proud of him). Apparently –just my opinion- The Riddler/dark! Ed took control from the narrows to the gates of Arkham, then let Ed think he was there for a “harmless” reason but The Riddler had already made his move (Ed –nor Oswald- didn´t even noticed that he made and took out an origami Penguin while he was talking… just like happened when Ozzy didn´t notice that on that first episode of S3 –the parallels there, omg, I can´t-). And i´m so so happy that Ozzy could smile -maybe for the first time since he was in that hell-, like his entire life was being enlightened by a warm caress of hope.

- Of course, I must say it was really awesome how providential this visit became to the dear Ozzy, cuz after that note written into the origami penguin (still can´t with that) Oswald regained a purpose to live and fight to survive in Arkham until he finally can escape/be rescued by his boyfriend Ed or rather, the Riddler-Ed…or … uhm… well, Ozzy´s Ed. Oswald was even much more in calm –but still being careful- around Jerome, after Ed´s visit.

Finally… i´m so excited to know that how that headcanon of The Riddler/dark! Ed actually being in love with Oswald is becoming kinda canon now (maybe not, but I can dream)…

BECAUSE, maybe The Riddler just need Oswald to help him escape from “the new” passive Ed´s control, cuz The Penguin is the only one who knows the key to do that, since he knows Ed very well and was his former mentor/ally/friend (Oswald is the only one –fact- that is totally ok with how Ed truly is, he just let him be without judging but helping him to improve… and that is mutual btw… so again, Oswald is right, there is not Ed Nygma -the one Os helped to grow- without The Penguin and The Riddler is so aware of that)…

…BUT, as much as The Riddler is the dark side of Ed and is selfish and extra and cunning and etc, I believe he loves Oswald too, in a very twisted way perhaps, cuz Ozzy is JUST LIKE THE RIDDLER and the Riddler loves himself that much and loves being mirrored in someone on his same level, someone who he finds worth of that title.

My…this episode was full of feels and great scenes… I can´t wait for the rest of the season

#i feel better now lol #sorry i just needed release this here or i´d implode #neko thoughts #nygmobblepot #nygmob text #nygmob feels #murder boyfriends #murder husbands #this ship gives me so much feels #this ship is full of drama #i can't wait to watch the next episode #gotham #s4 #s4ep13 #nygmob is canon #sfw

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randomfandomimagine · 7 years

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Silence (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Hufflepuff!Reader

Title: Silence

Requested by anon:

Hi, I saw that you can do Fantastic beasts imagines and i would like to request one please. Can you do one where reader and newt were best friends when they were in hogwarts and now few years later reader finds a niffler (newts niffler) and then reader brings the niffler but then she runs into newt and u can do what u want with the ending(u can change a bit if u want :)

A new city, a new adventure.

Not that I’ve had adventures everywhere I go –in fact, I didn’t get the chance to travel much, but never had adventures in the places I actually visited –but I was still hopeful. What if it was this time when I lived the biggest adventure of my life?

New York seemed exciting, exhilarating, big, filled with so much to offer. And I couldn’t wait to explore to city, see what it had for me, longing for an unexpected journey.

It was true that I felt out of place at times, despite the fact that I had arrived to the United States just yesterday. Everyone quickly realized I was British and wondered why I was there, curious and almost suspicious.

But I didn’t let those curious glances ruin my excitement, I had always been an optimist. Part of the reason why I was definitely a Hufflepuff in Hogwarts.

I walked around, letting my eyes wander around the streets and trying to soak everything in.

Just then, something caught my eye, something moving, so I took a good look at it.

It was a small creature with blueish fur, with a pink snout and small black eyes. Reminded me a bit of a platypus. The creature looked familiar even if I couldn’t quite pinpoint why as I didn’t recall to have seen it before. Yet it looked adorable and it was all I cared about.

“Hi” I carefully walked closer to it, not wanting to scare it.

The creature stared curiously at me, allowing me to approach it.

“Can I pet you?” I stretched out my hand, hoping it would let me.

It moved closer, not getting frightened by it either. So I took it as its consent to touch it. I grinned happily as I gently pet it.

I loved animals, both magical and non-magical. I was especially fond of the latter, though, because they reminded me of an old friend.

Maybe this creature before me was a magical one, it definitely didn’t look like those the muggles know.

While it didn’t refuse my touch, it didn’t seem too impressed by the way I was petting it, because it looked mesmerized by something.

Before I could realize what it was staring at, it had taken my necklace.

“Oi!” I exclaimed, feeling offended and betrayed. “Give it back!”

The creature started to run away with my shiny expensive silver necklace, so I chased after it.

I ran around, hoping I didn’t look like a lunatic, and tried to reach it before it ran off with my favorite necklace. I pushed people in a hurry, apologizing whenever I did.

It was quite a hard task, because the creature was much faster than I thought.

Just when I thought I was about to catch it, I violently crashed into someone.

I was running so fast that I almost made him fall, and I hit my head against his knee while I was at it.

“I’m so sorry!” A soft voice said over my voice, surprisingly with a British accent. “I didn’t see you”

That was probably because I was running half hunched over as I tried to get that awful creature that stole my necklace.

“My fault” I absently stood straight, realizing I lost sight of the creature. “Sorry”

I resigned myself to find the little bugger because I would never catch up. So I just resolved to apologize to the man that I almost knocked over and carry on.

I looked at him with a sigh and locked eyes, not realizing he was staring. When my eyes met his, he quickly averted them.

“I… should have watched where I was going” I mumbled, rubbing my forehead where it impacted against his bony knee.

“Are you alright?” When he noticed, his eyes fell over me again, worriedly.

“No harm done” However, I was quite mad because I had just lost my necklace at the hands of a strange and mischievous creature.

“Are you sure?” The man insisted, watching me carefully. “You look upset”

“I just lost my favorite necklace” I preferred to leave out the part where a platypus stole it so I wouldn’t sound like a crazy person.

To my surprise, his eyes opened wide in realization. I wondered why as I observed him.

He then opened his suitcase ever so lightly and took out something furry.

I gasped when I realized what it was. That was the creature!!! It was his!!!

“I’m guessing here’s the culprit” With one hand, he held it while he put the suitcase on the floor, already completely closed.

Then he started to tickle the creature, making it drop tons of jewelry and shiny objects.

I was completely bewildered and in awe.

Not only because the man before me was holding a strange creature upside down and actually tickling it until it dropped all the shiny things that it magically stored in its tummy, but also because said man was awfully familiar.

Wait a moment… magically? I had suspected that creature was magical, after all.

“So sorry” He said, shyly looking at me for a second before looking away and handing me my necklace back. “Here”

For some reason, then it hit me.

“Newt?” I finally realized who he was, and I was surprised and delighted. “Newt Scamander?”

“Y/N?” It seemed like he soon recognized me too!

His eyes finally landed on me, making me smile. I wanted to hug him, I really did, but I feared that it would make him feel uncomfortable.

“It’s been so long!” I told him to break the ice. It was kinda awkward seeing each other after years separated. “Since we graduated Hogwarts, I believe”

“Yes, that’s right” Newt nodded and averted his gaze again, something he always did.

One thing I had learned about him in Hogwarts was that he was really shy, introverted and awkward. He only felt completely comfortable with his creatures, because he adored them and felt a special connection with them.

He could spend hours with them, even if they didn’t say anything or make any noise. Newt didn’t talk to them either, most of the time. He enjoyed the silence.

In fact, silence was what he was most comfortable with most of the time. Usually, people dread silence and do whatever they can to break it and avoid the awkwardness of the loud nothingness. But with Newt it’s almost a blessing.

There was lots of non-verbal communication between us, because we were such close friends. I liked to believe that he felt almost as comfortable around me as he was around his creatures.

Almost.

“It feels like ages since we were in Hogwarts” I kept saying, dying to chat more with him. To gain back the confidence and closeness we lost. “Remember when we met?”

“How can I forget, Y/N?” Newt smiled a little, both amused and awkward.

We were both Hufflepuffs. We discovered that the day we met, at the Sorting Ceremony.

“I was so scared that I would be a Slytherin” I laughed at my own silliness, since I was such a naive and easily scared child. “With all the things I heard about Salazar Slytherin...”

“You always were too kind and calm to be a Slytherin” I automatically took it as a compliment and blushed. Maybe because I wanted it to be a compliment.

“So did you” Almost not realizing it, I kindly rubbed his arm. “With your love for your creatures and all”

With the physical contact, Newt froze. Maybe because he wasn’t expecting it, maybe because it made him uncomfortable. Whatever the case, it flustered him.

I quickly pulled back and looked away in embarrassment. I didn’t want him to feel awkward.

I cleared my throat, trying to think of something to say to get back to our friendly conversation.

“What are you doing here, Newt?”

“It’s a long story, actually”

“Oh, I see…”

I looked down, hopeless. Maybe his fondness for me faded all this time, maybe he didn’t like me that much anymore. Sure, he was glad to see an old friend, but that might be it.

I heard him chuckling, to my surprise, so I looked up at him again. He was smiling.

And it was that genuine and warm smile that he always dedicated me. It brought me back to our Hogwarts days, when we would hang out in the Hufflepuff Common Room and sit in the couch.

We would do nothing else, just sit there and pass the time. Almost cuddling, sitting extremely close to the other. Maybe reading, maybe studying. But just being together, enjoying each other’s company without needing to rant.

I knew it was his way of saying ‘it’s great to see you’ and so I smiled too. Just with the look he was giving me and his sweet smile, I knew things hadn’t changed that much.

He still trusted me, he still liked me, and he still saw me the same way. So I smiled too.

“Can you keep a secret, Y/N?” Newt asked me, serious but playful at the same time.

“You know I can” I smiled, thinking back to the many good memories I had with him during our stance in Hogwarts.

“Almost forgot about that” He smiled as well, amused and fond of the memories. “You always had my back when I brought creatures to school”

For a long second that felt like an hour, we stared into each other’s eyes. Ever since Hogwarts, they had been some unresolved feelings between us that were just brought and stirred upon our new meeting.

None of us spoke about those feelings, because we were too scared to admit them or to face the consequences. Perhaps we lacked courage, perhaps we were self-conscious.

All I knew was that my biggest crush was on Newt Scamander, who was my best friend, and I had a suspicion that he reciprocated but never did something about it. Then we lost touch when we finished Hogwarts, but it was great seeing him again.

“Come now” To my surprise, he took my hand and guided me somewhere.

I gladly followed, curious and intrigued. He guided me into a more private and secretive place, which was very odd, and opened the suitcase I hadn’t even noticed he was still carrying.

Then he put it on the ground and… walked inside it.

For someone who had graduated Hogwarts a long time ago, that took me off guard. I gasped in awe and hesitated for a few minutes, but I finally followed him inside.

I was welcomed by a world so beautiful that I felt like I was inside a dream. It was the most fantastic thing I had witnessed, and I had studied in Hogwarts!

It was like a mini zoo filled with wonderful creatures, some of which welcomed me warmly and curiously as they wondered who this stranger was that their caretaker brought with him. Excited to see their new visitor and guest.

Very briefly, like he wanted me to see every little corner of his magical world inside a suitcase filled with all types of gorgeous creatures, he took me to see the reason why he had come to America.

Frank the Thunderbird, a majestic and absolutely beautiful creature that had me gawking at him.

When I saw how Newt walked closer to him and tenderly rubbed his feathers, I saw the true Newt. He was always most comfortable around his creatures, and I was quite jealous of them for not being able to completely connect with him like that.

“Oh, Newt, it’s so wonderful!” I uttered, exhilarated. “It’s so bloody beautiful that I have the urge to cry in happiness and awe!”

My friend laughed a little, amused and relieved as well as cheerful.

“You always understood me really well”

It was true, I was one of the very few people that was supportive and interested in his passion for magical creatures. Everyone else thought he was crazy for ‘befriending dangerous beasts that were a menace’ but I always thought they were just lacking love or misunderstood.

After all, if they were truly dangerous, they would have hurt Newt at some point in time. And they never did.

Then Newt smiled at me over his shoulder, still petting Frank, and began to walk away from the marvelous Thunderbird.

As we walked along, I recognized some of the creatures that he showed me during our time in Hogwarts. And I actually remembered the name of the familiar creature that took my necklace: a Niffler.

Then Newt approached a bunch of what I thought were Bowtruckles. He took one out of his pocket and tried to take him with the rest, even though it hesitated.

I fondly glanced at Newt whilst he cared for them. I didn’t dare break the silence, knowing he enjoyed it.

Our relationship was mostly based on silence. I remembered that many of the best times I spent with him we didn’t even speak.

We kept silent about our feelings too. We always were, and if we ever confessed, I knew it wouldn’t be the traditional way. It wouldn’t be with an ‘I like you’, I was sure about that. It would be with our usual non-verbal communication.

Just like we were silent while we were away. When we finished Hogwarts and never even sent an owl to the other, not because we didn’t want to. But because we were flustered thinking about it, and because we didn’t really need it.

I had thought about him without needing to know of him. I believed and hoped he did too.

I came back to reality when I felt his eyes on me, something that didn’t happen too often since he was so shy. He hardly ever made eye contact with anyone.

“Aw, Momma Newt” I teased him a bit, making him smile and blush.

I was always a wee bit more extroverted than he was. Even if I was shy and introverted myself, but with Newt I felt so comfortable and I could be myself.

“Would you like to see more?” He offered me a hand for me to take, which I immediately did.

“Why, of course!” I squeezed his hand, flustering him a bit, but he recovered and began to take me with him.

While we walked, I took a deep breath, thinking. This sudden meeting with my old friend seemed like a sign. It couldn’t be a coincidence, I believed in destiny.

We had spent all our Hogwarts years being friends, which was great. But we never got to confess our true feelings, or taking a risk. Maybe it was time to.

Maybe, the fact that I unexpectedly met Newt Scamander in no other city than the foreign New York was meant to be. Maybe I was supposed to get what I never did, take the step that I never took.

So I gathered some courage, telling myself not to lose this amazing opportunity, and intertwined my fingers with his.

This gesture flustered Newt even further, so much that he stopped walking. My friend looked at me over his shoulder, confused and intrigued.

“Actually, Newt…” I began to say, awkward and shy about his beautiful eyes locking with mine. “There’s something I would like to do first, if you don’t mind”

“What is it?”

“This”

I knew that he would never do such a thing, so I decided to gather some more courage and do it myself. While we were still holding hands, I turned the tables by gingerly brushing his lips with mine.

Our mouths touched for just a second, since I didn’t want to overwhelm him. In fact, I examined his expression carefully when I broke away.

Newt was wide eyed even if his glance never fell on me. I bit my lip in apprehension as I waited a bit longer, in the hopes of a response.

Since he didn’t move, I tried to turn around and awkwardly leave. That was, until he held tighter on to my hands.

Newt didn’t want me to leave.

He gave me one of his beautiful and friendly smiles. But there was something about the way he looked at me now, there was a happy twinkle on his eyes. And they were filled with love, with adoration, in a way that they didn’t before.

I knew him well enough to understand that glance. It meant that he agreed with me, that we could move on from being friends to being something more.

About time.

“Shall we continue?” He offered gallantly, what I knew was his way of subtly flirting.

“Sure”

Before we did, however, he did something that made my heart skip a beat. The definite proof that he was very happy that I took the step and was willing to be my new boyfriend.

He kissed me in the cheek.

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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you're hcs are so cute im always waiting for the next post 💞 can u do a lil RFA + Saeran reacting to an MC who's happy most of the time but finds it draining and recharges by being really quiet and ignoring people? (This is the first time it happened lmao)

Ohhhh I’m totally like that! lol it’s not easy being an introvert, am I right?

Hope you like this:

RFA + Saeran with an introvert MC

Zen

Itwas after a premiere of one of his musicals, you were perfect back there!

Yousmiled to the photographers and even gave interviews, Zen didn’t have to do athing, he just watched you being as good as him at this.

Thenyou two got home and he wanted to comment on everything, what you thought aboutthe musical, if you liked the costumes, the songs and all.

“Itwas cool.” Oh… cool? That’s it?

Apparentlyit was, since you didn’t say anything else. You changed to your pajamas andgrabbed a book to read in the living room.

Hewas tired, and also very worried. Was it that bad? If he knew you would hatethat much, he would have get that another role… but… you sounded so excitedbefore…

“Somethingwrong?” you ask him, now he notices he’s been staring at you for a while, tothe point you let go of your book, concerned.

“I…don’t know. Is there something wrong, babe? What didn’t you like about themusical? The songs? The lines, I know it was a little cliché, but I thought itwas interesting somehow and…”

“Zen,what are you talking about?” “It’s okay, babe. You hated the musical. “No, Ididn’t.” “So why did you say it was cool?” “Because… it was cool?”

“No,it wasn’t! You hate it! You pretended you enjoy to not make me look like a foolto the press, but you didn’t like it and now you won’t even talk to me aboutit! Was my acting bad?”

Okay,you’re tired, and normally you wouldn’t put up with this drama right now, but…look at him! He’s so worried and… hurt? This is painful to you too.

Thenyou explain about always being like this. You’re an introvert, you can handle afew good hours dealing with people, but after a while, you need a rest from allof this.

Hetotally understands. Sometimes he feels the same, but in a different proportionfrom you, of course.

“I’msorry, babe. I’ll let you get back to your book, tomorrow you tell me what isit about, okay?” he kissed your forehead and let you with your book.

Maybehe can turn the story in it into a musical just for you?

Yoosung

Ithappened after a geek convention.

Hethought you wouldn’t want to go with him, but the minute you walked in, he wasthe one dragged to every single stand.

Youwere so excited, taking pics with the cosplayers, buying doujinshis, evenjoining karaoke contests.

Heswears he fell in love with you all over again. All the guys there wishe theyhad a girlfriend who likes these things as much as you do.

Butas soon as you get home, you just grab your phone and stares at it like yourlife depends on it.

Heasks what you want for dinner. “Whatever. You choose.”

Poorboy is remaking all his steps to know when he screwed up to get you mad. Was hetoo close to that girl with a very revealing cosplay?

Oh…he knew he should have joined you on a duet in the karaoke, but what can he do?He’s super shy!

Hedoesn’t even know where to start his apology, so he does what he knows best:omurice. With a “sorry” and a sad face made of ketchup.

“Whyare you sorry?” you ask, concerned. “I… I don’t know.” Well… this isn’t going anywhere…

“Iswear I had my hands behind my back the whole time with that cosplayer and… I’llsing any duet you want to sing in the next con.”

“Oh…thank you, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. It’s fine, honey.”“But… why are you mad, then?” “I’m not mad, I’m just…”

Oh…now you get it. POOR THING! You two never went to an event this big with thesemany people, so he didn’t know this little feature of yours.

Andwhen you explain, he’s so relieved you’re not mad at him, and he totallyunderstands, these things are pretty overwhelming for him as well.

Youtwo eat the omurice together and lay on the bed a little later, you messing onyour phone, he on his, and you both humming the same song, like a duet.

Jaehee

Thecafe never been so crowded.

Youtwo were taking orders, making coffee, checking the cashier, all at once.

Ifshe had to do this by herself, she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t be able tohandle, but having you smiling like you are in a parade or something gives herthe strength she needs.

Seriously,you’re not even fazed, you keep smiling and being extra nice to even the mostrude customers, and this makes her feel like she should keep up to you.

Sheclosed the cafe with the deepest sigh she could give. Lord! This was tiring!What do you think? Oh… you’re already going away.

Shefinishes closing the store and reaches you in the sidewalk, almost panting.

Youdon’t even look at her, you keep looking forward with your arms crossed againstyour chest, as if you were… sad.

B-butwhy? Why would you be sad? What happened? Was that customer that rude to you?Oh… no, maybe it was that time when she yelled at you to get the mop to cleansome coffee on the floor before one of you slipped.

Sheknew she was a little rude, but she was just caught up by all the mess insidethe café, she didn’t want to be snappy at you or something.

Butyou don’t know that, so that’s why you’re walking like she’s not even besideyou.

Sohe gives a few larger steps and stop in front of you. You look at her and blinkin surprise. “Jaehee? What’s wrong?”

“I’mso sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude with you, I was just so busy!” she sayshugging you. You immediately blush, she’s not one to PDA like this all of asudden.

“Iappreciate it, but… what are you sorry for, exactly?” “The mop…” “What happenedto the mop?” she lets you go and you stare at each other, puzzled.

Sheexplains everything, then you do the same. Well, she knew you had thistendency, but she haven’t witnessed before, so it was a little surprising tosee you so quiet all of a sudden.

Butas you two get home, she realizes some silence can be good after this long day.So she’s in the bedroom and you’re in the living room, you both reading booksand recharging for what will be, hopefully, another long day tomorrow!

Jumin

Youdropped by his office to lunch with him

Everybodyin his company loves you, because if you showed up, Mr. Han will probably be ina good mood for the whole afternoon and work will be easy to handle.

Soa few employees surround you, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything, howare the preps for the wedding. Just this small talk.

Andyou’re very polite and nice, so nobody ever feel uncomfortable on treating youthis kindly.

Whenyou finally are able to meet him in his office, he promptly goes to you andgives you a peck , which… you don’t respond too much.

“Howis everything, my love?” “Fine.” And you give him this lazy smile, lookingaround everywhere in his office, except him.

Shit!He is late, isn’t he? And you’re probably furious because he always says youtwo will have a calm and nice meal and he never… wait! He’s on time!

Sowhy are you mad about? Is it because you don’t want to have lunch in hiscompany? Well, that can be arranged, he can call the chopper and take yousomewhere. But you sounded excited over the phone, so something happened whenyou got here.

Hum,did one of his employees bother you? Yes, they can do that sometimes…

“Tellme who it was.” That’s all he says, while you stare at your plate. “Who what?”“Who bothered you? It was that blond girl from finance? She does have thistendency to be meddlesome. Don’t worry, my love, I’ll let HR know they need tohave a little talk to her.”

“Ohmy God, Jumin. Don’t fire her!” “So who should I fire?” “Nobody! Nobodybothered me!” “So why are you mad? Did I do something?” “No! Of course not,honey! And… who’s mad?”

“You?When you walked in?” Oh… yeah, that.

Youexplain to him that, as much as you enjoy talking to his employees, all theattention can be very draining sometimes and you just need a little time insilence to recharge.

HeTOTALLY understands it, he even can relate. His acquaintances can be verytiring sometimes.

Soyeah, a silent meal wouldn’t be that bad right now. You two can compensate withdinner in his penthouse when you’ll discus the wedding preparation, anyway.

Saeyoung

Youwere in a car show, he wanted your opinion on the next baby he should get

Thoughyou don’t understand much about cars, you know his preferences pretty well bynow, as he told you a lot about them. Seriously, a lot!

Soyou’re the one dragging him to the cars he might like, considering brand,model, color… yeah, he definitely likes it.

Youhave small talk with the models standing beside the cars and the sellers,and he doesn’t know who is nicer here.Probably it’s you, since you’re not trying to sell a super pricy car, you’rejust… naturally nice.

Hewants a test drive to this particular car, and when he asks you while theseller is a little away to get the key, he asks what you think. “It’s nice.”

Well,he wouldn’t say it’s “nice”, it’s more like AMAZING, COOLLLLL, A SUPER FINEBABY! And you’re just: “okay, if you say so.” SHIT!

Areyou mad? Why? You didn’t like being dragged here? But you sounded prettyexcited before talking to the sellers… oh… the one who went to get the key wasdefinitely trying to hit on you, you’re uncomfortable, ain’t you?

Youtwo hop in the car and he starts driving, the seller keeps making small talkand you basically ignore everything that’s going on.

“So,what do you think?” the guy asks. “Can I have a moment alone with MY FIANCÉ sowe can discuss this AS A COUPLE?” he emphasizes this words for the guy to takethe hint you’re taken. “Yeah, sure.”

“Don’tworry. I won’t buy this one.” “Why not? You like it!” “If I decide to take it,we would have to sign the papers with that guy and I don’t want to let you evenmore uncomfortable with him.” “Why? He’s not that bad.”

“He’snot? But… why do you look like you want to throw up everytime he opens hismouth?” “Because he talks too much, but I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just… boredwith all this useless small talk and his desperation to you buying the car.”

Yeah,the guy is a little annoying, being nice to him was a burden for Saeyoung too.You’re always very nice, but he knows by now this can tire you a lot.

Andhey, he totally can relate, that’s why sometimes all he needs is his headphonesand a super loud music to recover himself.

Sohe takes the car, he liked it and wanted to take you out of there soon so youcould relax.

Theway home is quiet, you two are listening to the radio, not talking, justholding hands.

Saeran

Hisfirst RFA party.

Itwas so crowded! He was a little intimidated and anxious, dealing with big noisycrowds was still a journey to him.

Buta few reassuring kisses from you everytime you passed by him between small talkwith guests here and there, and he felt he could handle this.

Hell,you don’t even need to look at him, just seeing you smiling and talking to theguests as if they’re close friends totally make him feel he got this!

Andhe did, it wasn’t that bad after all, thanks to you.

Hewent to your place after the party. It was comfortable being around you, but hewas still nervous, facing a crowd like that felt less nerve wracking than beingalone with you.

Okay,you telling him to make himself at home and just plopping in the couch to watchTV wasn’t what he was expecting.

Imean, he didn’t know what to expect, but… it wasn’t this, for sure.

It’salmost like you forgot he’s here. Like you are… ignoring him? Why?

Didhe do something wrong? Oh, that rich dude said PDA was unprofessional, but hethought you didn’t give a damn to what Jumin said.

Didhe do something wrong? But he was pretty sure he was doing good tonight. Wasn’the?

“I’mgoing now.” He said bluntly, heading to the door. “What? Why?” you jumped offthe couch, going after him “I won’t bother you any longer, don’t worry.”“Bother me? But…”

“I’msuch an idiot! I screwed up, didn’t I?” “No! You were amazing tonight!” heblushes a little. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but why are you ignoring me,then?”

Oh,this poor thing… you explain to him how hard it is to just recover from all theagitation and you need some time to just stay quiet.

Imean… you’re preaching to the choir here, he definitely feels the same way, hewas so nervous about having to be all lovey dovey with you, he’s relieved thiswon’t be necessary.

Buthe definitely didn’t complain when he woke up cuddling with you in the couch.Just sleeping was a greeeat idea, after all.

#mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #mc x yoosung #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi

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Ravus Nox Fleuret Headcanons

He needs reading glasses, but he absolutely despises wearing them, so he never does.

When he was younger, he was always getting into little mischiefs, but they were all with good intention. Lots of the time, he was trying to nab little gifts for his mother and his sister.

If he’s sleeping by himself, he starfishes out across the bed. Like, edge to edge. He also tosses and turns a lot, always wakes up in a blanket burrito regardless of his starting position.

If there’s someone else in the bed with him, however, he sleeps almost completely still. There’s very minimal movement between his positions from when he fell asleep to when he woke up.

He runs his hands through his hair a lot, which results in the hairstyle he’s always sporting.

He’s absolutely frustrated with his MagiTech arm because it’s mostly removable adornments on a base frame, but the claws on the fingers are actually part of the base frame.

The MagiTech arm is removable, and he’s been told on several accounts that he needs to remove it when he sleeps, but he doesn’t really listen. (He’ll remove it if someone is sleeping beside him, but only then.)

He always exasperated Luna whenever she made him desserts because he’d always eat the fruit topping first and not with the whole dish. (”Ravus, they’re meant to be enjoyed as one.”)

Umbra and Pryna were originally his dogs, once upon a time, but he willingly passed them onto Luna when he saw the connection between them.

Speaking of the dogs, he’s guilty of encouraging letting the dogs sleep in the bed with him. His mother is somewhere between exasperation and a cuteness overload.

He had really round cheeks as a baby, but he lost all his baby fat pretty quickly.

He keeps to a rigorous workout schedule so that he can continue to handle the weight of his MagiTech arm.

Luna knitted him a scarf when they were younger and even though it’s super old and Luna is kindly insisting that he throw the poor thing away already so she can make him a new one, he refuses.

He’s extremely introverted and is very bad at talking to people -- even those he’s familiar with. He’d prefer to just not interact, for the most part.

Loves cupcakes, but only the ones that Luna makes. (”Are you making the ones with the whipped icing?” / “Yes, Ravus.” / “Yes.”)

Every time he puts on his signature white coat, he’s constantly surprised by finding random new stains. He’s never sure how they get there. He’s got a very large supply of bleach.

He and Luna were alone once, and she needed help with something. “Give me a hand, Ravus?” and Ravus popped his arm off and handed it to her, facial expression completely serious even in the face of his sister’s withering glare.

Not even really a headcanon, but this man would do anything for his sister. He just wants her safe and happy. (He feels personally responsible for her death, and he thinks about it all the time after the fact.)

If Gentiana isn’t around, he’s the one who helps Luna style her hair.

That being said, he’s pretty amazing with hair, though he never does anything with his own beyond putting it in a small bun to get it out of the way.

Procrastinated terribly on his paperwork for the Empire. Part of him wants to set the whole pile on fire but it would be too much trouble to clean up the ashes.

He absolutely despises coffee. Just the smell of it makes his nose scrunch up. There’s a list of rooms he refuses to enter because they always smell of coffee.

His smile and his grin are so gorgeous, but he never does that anymore. The last picture of his grin was before the fall of Tenebrae. (He’s grinned since then, but they’ve been few and far between.)

This got longer than I thought it would lol. So yeah, finally got some Ravus headcanons out of the way. These were really easy to put together.... I just needed the incentive, I guess.

#ravus #ravus nox fleuret #headcanons #ffxv #final fantasy xv #i really love ravus lol #i feel so bad for him.#i want to hug him.#he deserved better....#writing

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Han Solo, ENFJ

For the second in my series of posts on commonly mistyped Star Wars characters because I just can’t help myself (see my first about Leia as an INFP instead of an ENTJ or ESTJ here), I’m moving on to our favorite scoundrel. Once again, I think people tend to base their typing of him on how he appears when he’s under stress (and also, in Han’s case, on who he pretends to be), rather than on how he actually reveals himself to be over the course of the movies.

This post was inspired by @charming-tothelast’s excellent post on Han’s character here, as well as this AMAZING conversation by @bestmixtapeintherecorder and @imrix.

Most people seem to type Han as either an ESTP or an ISTP. I admit that, when I first read the descriptions of both of those, they seemed to fit really well, particularly ESTP. Adventurous, thrives in the moment? Check. A knack for mechanics? Check. Charming? Check. Not particularly fond of rules? Check. Commitment issues? Well, yes, for an ESTP, but contrary to what many assume, I believe that Han, while certainly an adventurer, actually craves commitment as well.

I’m going to argue that, while Han may outwardly at times appear to be an ESTP, he’s actually a true ENFJ who is often in the Fe-Se loop, or otherwise in the grip of his Ti.

I’m going to be drawing evidence from not only the movies, but also what I see as widely accepted fanon (some of which may come from the original EU). While I will be drawing evidence from Disney canon, which on the whole I believe supports my argument (at times very clearly), I will not, however, be drawing from the kind of post-TFA fanon that contends Han was a terrible husband and father, as I think that’s a baseless assumption rooted in a mistaken, pop-culture view of Han.

First let’s take a look at each of the ENFJ cognitive functions and how Han exhibits them, and then I’ll do some further expounding.

Dominant Function: Extraverted Feeling (Fe) Han may constantly try to hide it, but he cares about people, a lot. In fact, throughout the movies and the books, we see him consistently attaching himself to people and doing everything he can to take care of them, at great personal cost. He talks a lot to the contrary, of course, and tries to make himself out to be a loner and a mercenary, but his actions show a person who, at his core, is drawn to people and motivated by his heart for others.

We see this in the way he constantly looks out for Luke and Leia throughout the original trilogy, anticipating their needs and dropping everything to take care of them (something that’s referenced over and over again throughout multiple books and comics). His giving up of his Imperial career when he was younger to rescue Chewie and his subsequent bond with the Wookiee is also evidence of this, as is the way he takes Rey and Finn under his wing in TFA. We also see it in Bloodline in his mentor relationship with Greer. These are just a few examples; there are countless others throughout canon. Han may say he’s only out for himself, but the scores of people he takes under his wing like a mother hen speak to the contrary. Despite his blustering talk, he is happiest and most himself not when he is “solo” or seeking out sensory thrills (though the latter is definitely a part of who he is), but when he is in relationships where he can be a good friend or mentor, attending to the needs of the people he loves.

Fe-doms are empathetic and often have a good sense of what others are feeling. They are often more comfortable with and have a better understanding of others’ feelings than their own. While it’s hard to peer past Han’s words into his mind to see just how empathetic he is, a scene that I believe illustrates this perfectly is the famous “I love you” “I know” scene in Empire. In that moment, Han is entirely concerned about Leia. He senses her distress and wants to reassure her that he’s known what up until now she’s been unable to say. There may be several reasons why he doesn’t say “I love you” back: He may have already told her in the past, and consequently he thinks it’s more crucial for her to hear “I know” at this point. Or perhaps he’s gently trying to prepare her for the likelihood that this might be the end for him, and by withholding his “I love you” somehow make it easier for her to go on without him. There’s also the possibility that he may be somewhat confused about what he himself feels (I personally don’t think this is as likely, considering his longtime pursuit of her, but that’s an argument for another time). Either way, he shows an empathy and an emotional awareness in this scene that are in accordance with high Fe.

Han also exhibits Fe (together with his auxiliary function, Ni) in that he is excellent not only at reading people and picking up on the vibes of a room, but also at turning things to his favor through his interpersonal skills. He is charismatic, charming, and persuasive, and is often able to talk his way out of a bad situation. While he won’t hesitate to pull his blaster if necessary, he prefers harmony and will use his people skills to try and maintain it if he can.

People with high Fe tend to pay especial attention not only to other people, but to their physical surroundings. They often like to exert a degree of control and order over their personal spaces, preferring them to be just so. Han may exhibit this with his care and attention to the Millennium Falcon, and his protectiveness over it. He doesn’t take kindly to just anyone messing with his “baby.”

Finally, Han may say otherwise, but he cares deeply about others’ approval. This is partly why Leia’s barbs hit such a vein with him. Additionally, her comments such as the one about him being “quite a mercenary” in ANH really sting, not only because it’s a sign of her disapproval, but because it’s a reminder that he’s suppressing his best, most authentic, caring self.

Auxiliary Function: Introverted Intuition (Ni) Han frequently has hunches and acts on them, and those hunches often prove to be correct. He doesn’t tend to pay too much attention to objective logic, preferring to ignore the odds and follow his extremely well-honed intuition. He often gets a “bad feeling” about a situation and is proven right. Conversely, if he has a good feeling about it, he’ll jump into situations that other people might consider incredibly fool-hardy, such as flying into an asteroid field and landing inside an asteroid to evade Imperial ships. He is able to fly by the seat of his pants because his intuition is so good at giving him foresight and predicting outcomes. This, in concert with his other three functions, also makes him really good at sabacc.

People with auxiliary Ni often have their head in the future, aspiring to things and making plans. They also tend towards commitment. Because Han is often in a Fe-Se loop, we don’t see this as his preference at times (more on the loop later). However, I think we do see that in spite of himself, Han ends up committing to things. At first, he’s committed to the smuggler’s life, taking care of himself and his own (Chewie), and he struggles when the Rebellion pulls him away from that. His commitment to pay back Jabba and follow his previous dreams then wars with his desire to stay with the Rebellion. He ends up sticking around and eventually committing to the Rebellion, perhaps because it so deeply lines up with those core motivations of his Fe that he has trouble bringing himself to admit. Finally, he commits himself to Leia, marrying her and staying faithful (despite the rough spots and absences implied by TFA/new canon).

Tertiary Function: Extraverted Sensing (Se) While Han’s Ni ultimately leads him to commit, it’s his Se that often tries to tug him away. Han thrives on adventure, exploring and traveling the galaxy with Chewie, and he enjoys a good thrill. While this is definitely a part of who he is, it is even more overt the less emotionally healthy he is (see my thoughts on the Fe-Se loop below).

He is very in tune with his senses. He enjoys hands-on, sensory pursuits such as flying, racing, tinkering with his ship, and even (according to a lot of fanon) cooking. He generally prefers a hands-on approach to theorizing, and may forego planning and practical concerns in favor of just diving in. We see this many times, including in ANH when he chases stormtroopers down a corridor of the Death Star (note that his purpose for doing this is to divert them from Luke and Leia — in this case his Se is serving his Fe), and the “Hey, it’s me!” scene in ROTJ, when he impulsively attempts to take down several scout troopers on Endor. He’s a doer who lives in the moment, often dropping everything to go help someone or do something he thinks is right, such as on Hoth when he rushes out to look for a missing Luke, or in Aftermath: Empire’s End when he makes plans at a moment’s notice with Sinjir and Temmin to sneak off and go rescue Norra and Jas.

Inferior Function: Introverted Thinking (Ti) Han isn’t particularly concerned with impractical theories. As I’ve already said, he prefers using his intuition (Ni) to straight-up logic. That doesn’t mean he never uses critical analysis, though, particularly when there’s a concrete, practical application (such as all the theoretical and technical knowledge it takes to fly his ship well).

The inferior function often rears its ugly head during times of stress, taking over for one’s other functions and making someone behave in ways they otherwise wouldn’t.

According to this post by @mbti-notes, particular stressors for an ENFJ would include “feeling misunderstood by others, feeling unappreciated or taken for granted or not taken seriously, being treated impersonally or dismissively, feeling an absence of trust, feeling pressure to conform to rules or standards that they disagree with, experiencing situations that do not provide closure, having relationships with unresolved issues/conflicts, feeling stifled and having no opportunity to apply skills/talents/abilities, having too many demanding deadlines or extra responsibilities… experiencing excessively negative disagreements that are perceived as personal attacks, being unable to persuade others or get their point across when necessary… dealing with uncooperative or aloof people…” etc.

In response to triggers such as these and others, an ENFJ with inferior Ti like Han would likely become cold and detached. They would tend to insist doggedly on their own views, refusing to open their minds to others’ perspectives. They might act out of spite and bitterly lash out at people. They might leap to conclusions, see themselves as a victim and become very critical of others when those people don’t meet their expectations for a relationship. And they might be tempted to just break things off or walk away if things go bad.

We definitely see this happen with Han. At the beginning of ESB, we find Han arguing with Leia, trying desperately to get her to admit to her feelings. He is hurt by her coldness and aloofness, frustrated by the failure of his expectations for their relationship, and probably generally feels unappreciated. He also may be feeling stifled, stuck on the base at Hoth with a Rebellion he’s still wrestling with being committed to. He snaps and decides he’s had enough. He determines to leave, but first he and Leia have a confrontation where both their inferior functions cause them to come out swinging, lashing out at one another with sarcasm and biting remarks. I’d guess that most of the times Han gets angry and snaps at Leia, especially in ESB, this is the cause.

Later, on Endor in ROTJ, Han confronts Leia after seeing her talking on the bridge with Luke. He immediately gets suspicious, afraid that Leia is in love with Luke instead. He’s afraid of being shut out, uncertain of the status of their relationship, and he takes her refusal to talk about it personally. He lashes out in anger. Leia, as an Fi user, needs time to process her emotions internally about her conversation with Luke before she can talk about it. Han has trouble comprehending this, and is tempted to walk away. However, when he gives himself a moment to calm down, he is able to sense how distressed she is, stop feeling victimized, and let his Fe take over as he comforts Leia.

The Fe-Se Loop You might be wondering, what about all the times Han shows disregard for people’s feelings, acts like a cynical, sarcastic jerk, and prefers flying around the galaxy to doing anything for anyone’s idealistic cause?

Well, again, truth is, we don’t see him actually doing this all that often, despite what he might say, especially as his character growth progresses over the course of the story. We do see this somewhat in ANH, and I think it can be explained by the fact that he’s in a Fe-Se loop.

Han has had a rough life. In order to survive, he’s learned to look out only for himself (and Chewie, once he enters the picture). As he says in the Han Solo comic, “Special people… they end up sticking their necks out and doing things that make them dead.” He’s had to be cynical, because being otherwise is dangerous. He’s learned how to play the game, and he does it well. Ironically, his Fe is part of what makes him so good at it — he can easily conform to act like others, and can fit in perfectly with the crowd of smugglers he hangs around. (I have a theory that Lando, unlike Han, is a true ESTP, and Han unconsciously imitates him in a lot of ways.)

Because of all this, he’s pushed down parts of himself, suppressing his dreams of being a hero, of committing to something bigger than himself. His compassion often leaks out, but he manages to keep a rein on the parts of him that are deemed “unsafe” most of the time.

Consequently, he finds himself in the “loop”. An ENFJ in the Fe-Se loop becomes heavily influenced by their Se, chasing sensory thrills and excitement even more than usual. They are impulsive, rash and competitive. Inside they may feel confused and insecure, but they push that down in favor of looking outward, and can live somewhat superficially according to whatever public persona they take on. They are very concrete, and may lack nuance and understanding when it comes to other people’s perspectives. They may excuse harmful behavior because they don’t want to think too deeply about it. A lot of the features of an inferior Ti grip may be present; they may be oversensitive and feel victimized, and lash out at the slightest provocation. In short, they might look just like Han at the beginning of ANH.

I think Han is so used to being in the loop that it takes some effort to get out of it. And even once he’s out, it can be tempting to go back in, especially during times of stress — it has, after all, been his safety net for so long.

This is why we see him struggling at times to commit. I think this may also explain some of his struggle in the Aftermath series with settling down after the war. He’s just not used to it, and all the changes, while good, are stressful. It will take time for him to adjust. And even then, he’s going to need an outlet for his Se (which he later finds in racing and his shipping company).

The loop is why he’s often typed as an ESTP or ISTP. When he’s in the loop, he looks more like one of these types (only with a more negative and unhealthy spin). Even when he’s not really in the loop, it’s part of the persona he tries to project. This is how much of pop culture tends to see him. But as soon as you look deeper, beyond the facade, a very different Han Solo comes to light.

I want to wrap up by taking a look at the (absolutely wonderful) Han Solo comic, because it illustrates everything I’ve been trying to say here. (Obviously, the following has some major spoilers.) During the whole comic, Han has a running monologue about who he is and what he wants out of life. “The way I look at life has always been simple,” he says. “You can run, or you can die. Dying ain’t an option. Which means I’ve gotten real good at fighting and running. Seems like that’s all I ever do.” Han has clearly learned to be a certain way in order to survive. Running and fighting don’t leave a lot of room for compassion and idealism. And yet: throughout the comic, we consistently see him doing selfless things, looking out for other people, and doing the right thing because he knows it’s the right thing, even though it costs him.

Later he says, “All I ever wanted was freedom. I ain’t noble. Definitely not a hero. I got one priority, and only one. Me.” That may be what he’s telling himself, but the panels those words are on tell a completely different story as he puts himself on the line, telling someone with a grudge against Chewbacca to shoot him instead.

We also see him standing up for other people who had previously mocked him and put him in danger, mediating conflicts, using his empathy and intuition to discover the identity of a killer, putting his mission and the lives of a few Rebel spies above his chance of glory, and ultimately, sacrificing winning a race because he realizes what’s at stake for another pilot and decides it’s the right thing to do. At times, he literally can’t help but be selfless. If this comic shows us anything, it is that Han Solo is not the person he says he is.

While just a few pages earlier he’d previously referred to the Falcon as “home,” when the race is over, and the announcers are debating about whether the three winners (Han included) should compete further to earn the glory and prizewinnings or be content to split it, Han simply smiles, and says, “We did it, Chewie. Let’s go home”— and by “home” he means back to the Rebellion. I think in the Rebellion, he sees not only the home with others he’s secretly longed for, but also the place where he really can be a hero, where he can help people, be with his friends, follow his heart and do more than just survive.

The way he ends his monologue is revealing: “You create walls. You manufacture rules. You live a small life, while lying to yourself that you’re as open and free as the stars. You tell yourself the reason is survival. Good reason, right? But sometimes survival is about telling yourself lies… until you can’t lie anymore. And then you have to make a choice about who you really are and what’s worth living for. Lies are easier, that’s for sure.”

Han Solo is beginning to find out that he can’t lie about who really he is anymore — not to others, and not to himself. Han may be a “Solo,” but he is selfless at his core. Han may be an adventurer, but more than that, he is also a compassionate idealist who would do anything for the people he loves. For this and all the other reasons I’ve argued, I conclude that Han is best typed as an ENFJ.

#Han Solo #MBTI #ENFJ #Star Wars #SW meta #my SW meta #if possible I almost feel even more strongly about this one than the Leia one #because I feel like so many people see Han as pure machismo #they give him a bad rap #and a lot of times they love him for it #but I think they're so wrong #thoughts #writing

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As a young child Kiri was constantly laughing and joking around with her brothers and mum. She was a free spirit who hated being told what to do and had a hard time following rules. She was an avid learner, anything that interested her from a funny shaped cloud to the history of the long-dead muggle Roman empire, and on almost any given evening would have to be dragged out of some tree or another where she had settled herself with a book. Three older brothers made her tough and, accident-prone as she was, there was never a time when Kiri was without at least one visible cut or bruise from the time she was a toddler. Each year as her brothers got older she watched them go off to Hogwarts and though she loved and missed them terribly for a while, she eventually grew apart from the boys who were once her best friends in the world. Still, she had always been sweet at heart and made new friends easily, and on those days when she played only with herself, she rarely felt truly alone.

When Kiri got older and lost her mother, her outgoing personality changed greatly. The heartbreak of losing the person she loved most in the world crushed her, and once her father and brothers proved how little they cared for her, Kiri withdrew into herself completely. She became shy and very introverted, rarely speaking to anyone, instead preferring the company of the family peacocks her grandmother was said to have adored. Still, as different as she seemed to other people, Kiri believed herself to be the same sarcastic, stubborn, fun-loving and slightly rebellious girl she had always been. While she didn’t love to play the sport herself - heights were so not her thing - Kiri loved to watch the quidditch games between her brothers; they may have ignored her presence for fear of their father finding out, but they couldn’t stop her from laying on the grass below them while they tossed around a quaffle. It relaxed and invigorated her at the same time, and it’s a love she’s held on to throughout the years.

Once at Hogwarts and away from the house that was still haunted by the ghostly memories of a family that once loved her, Kiri began to relax a little, back into her former self. While still a bit on the quiet side, she was no longer a timid little girl afraid of an angry father. She had grown much more into herself, and finally been able to accept herself for who she is; Kiri knew she would never be perfect, but she liked who she was and that was okay. Yes, she stole and cheated and lied when she needed to, but she did what she had to to get by. It had been a long time since she had learned the harsh lesson that when it came down to it nobody was going to look out for her except herself, so she took her caring and sweet side and buried it as best she could under layers of indifference and hardness, only letting her true self show through to the few friends she cared about enough to risk exposing her weaknesses to. It’s those moments when she’s in the company of her new little makeshift family that she’s constantly smiling, laughing, and bubbly as she was when she was a little girl.

Kiri grew up on a rather large family estate in the outskirts of Northampton, England with her parents and brothers. Though her father worked seemingly endless hours at his job in the trade of high-priced foreign magical objects, she had a fairly normal childhood - a loving mother, three rough-and-tumble older brothers, and as much play time as she could possibly fit in. Their home was located in a muggle community so Kiri grew up with tutors rather than attending a public school, where she would be forced to keep quiet and shrug off the questions about the odd things people had seen when passing the Camden house; as extensive as the grounds were, daring children were prone to climbing the high ivy-covered walls to spy on the mysterious family within, and every so often one would catch a glimpse of a stray bludger or the rugs shaking themselves out on the back porch. The last thing the Camdens wanted was for their children to have to grow up lying.

While they were instructed to give a wide berth to their neighbours, Kiri and her brothers spent many weekends attending parties at the homes of their parents’ friends and coworkers. There they got to socialize with other kids, make friends outside of each other, while the adults discussed what could only be boring topics. It was at one of these parties, when Kiri was ten years old and her brothers had long-since been sent off to Hogwarts, that her life changed forever. She was playing with some of the little toddlers when her mother came and dragged her quickly away, returning to the family home without her father. Kiri was thoroughly confused, but did as her mother asked and packed a bag full of clothes, but before she was halfway done she heard the crashing of furniture and delicate decorations downstairs; running to the stairs to see the cause of the commotion, she witnessed her father standing over the very still body of her mother, splayed awkwardly on the floor. Afraid and unsure what had happened, Kiri ran back to her room and hid. What seemed like hours later her father came to find her, and coldly told her that her mother had left them, and was never coming back.

The next year was the loneliest of Kiri’s life. He brothers were gone, and no matter what her father said she knew her mother would never have left her. She had seen her mother lying on the floor, and young as she was there was no doubt in her mind that her father had murdered the only parent she had ever really known. He ignored her now, bringing in a full time nanny to take over the caregiving Kiri’s mother had once provided, and never stayed in the same room as her for longer than he had to. For a while it bothered her, this sudden abandonment for reasons unknown, and she cried herself to sleep for weeks on end. There had never been any real closeness between Kiri and the man who raised her, but the fact was he was her father.

And then he wasn’t.

After months of feigned sleep and ears pressed to doors, Kiri managed to piece together enough of the story to satisfy her curiosity, and cast aside any love she still felt for the man she had lived with for the first 11 years of her life. Around a year before she was born, the Camdens had joined some sort of social group dedicated to the purification of society; of what, she didn’t know. That was about the time her father’s business really picked up and he began spending more and more time away from his family. Her mother continued to go to the parties with her sons, and then she began to go alone, and stay very late into the night. When Kiri was born her mother ceased attending the events, devoting her time instead to the newborn child, her first daughter. Over the ten seemingly normal years that then passed, Kiri’s father had grown suspicious; he had been away for months during the time the girl would have been conceived, and even with his wife’s protesting that Kiri had been born very premature, she had weighed a perfectly average 3,000 grams. On the night of her mother’s death, some new detail had apparently come to light about just how many late nights Mrs. Camden had spent with the social group all those years ago. Kirianna Camden had been born out of an affair kept secret for over a decade, and the man she thought was her father disowned her for her mother’s crime.

Out of what little love he had left for her, Kiri was permitted to continue living in his house, though that was as far as his affection went. If she spoke too much he would lash out at her, either with harsh words or, occasionally, his fists. She never knew what he said to her brothers, but as time went on they played with her less and less. The books in her family’s rather large library became her only friend, and the once beaming, bubbly little girl became quiet and timid, afraid to say the wrong thing. The week of her 11th birthday brought her a letter from Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have been happier. Mr. Camden, no doubt relieved he would no longer have to look at her, gave her enough money to buy her school supplies and sent her on her way. That was the last time she saw him for two years.

From the train window on September first, Kiri waved only to her nanny, who had come to see her off. The kindly old woman had tears in her eyes at seeing her young charge off on her first great adventure, but the girl felt nothing but excitement. Hogwarts was the unknown, sure, but it couldn’t be worse than the home she was leaving behind, full of ghosts of her mother and the father she once thought loved her. This was a chance to reunite with the old friends she had once played tag with at their parents’ parties, make a name for herself, find out where she belonged - she had to belong somewhere, and it sure wasn’t with the family she had grown up with.

Over the years Kiri spent every holiday either at the castle or with her friends’ families, returning to her own home only for the summers, wherein she did her best to avoid her brothers and father as best she could. The easiest way to do this seemed to be by venturing out into the muggle world, spending time at their library reading their strange, non-moving books, and watching their children play odd sports on the weekends. Over the summer she turned 15 she even went as far as to get a job at a local restaurant, where she learned how to cook a bit and, more importantly, how to blend in with muggles. The pocket money she earned over that summer and the next bought her a cat she could take back to school with her. It wasn’t much, but the cat became her own little family and a great comfort to the girl who had lost everything she thought she loved.

(I.) Despite finding out that her father was not actually her father, Kiri has yet to discover the man she is actually related to. On those days when she finds her mind wondering toward that missing piece of her history, she does her best to convince herself that it doesn’t matter. Perhaps he would love her and take her in as his own, but perhaps the opposite would be true; maybe he has a family now, one that he won’t want his little accident child ruining for him. No, she continually convinces herself, she has grown accustomed to being alone, she has her friends and her cat and that is all the family she needs.

(II.) Kiri’s three brothers (Grantham, six years older; Osias, five years older; Rhodri, four years older) were once her closest friends and some of the people she loved most in the world, but after the death of their mother and the discovery that they didn’t share the same father as they’d always believed, the boys were forced to disown Kiri as their father had, in order to remain in his good graces. Since then they haven’t spoken to Kiri much, even once they had moved out of the family home to being their lives as adults. Kiri is unsure whether they are aware that their father murdered their mother, and is too afraid to ask. None of them have never tried to make contact with her since leaving Hogwarts and moving out on their own, and Kiri sees no reason to initiate contact herself. As far as she is concerned, they are not her real family.

(III.) With her fifth year booklist came a shiny new Hogwarts prefect badge, something she had not at all expected. Responsible, yes; reliable, yes; but Kiri had always believed herself to be concerned with herself first, and others far second. With the exception of her friends, she really didn’t bother herself with worrying about the well-being of others, and Lord knew she had always seen rules as more of guidelines than anything else. Still, she reasoned with herself, perhaps the point of making her a prefect was to turn that around and force her to care about others, and the rules. Her first year as prefect was a breeze, though probably not what the Headmaster had hoped for when he chose her; she had a tendency to let her friends and housemates get away with more than they should, and frequently neglected her duty by skipping the mandatory meetings and patrols. For her sixth year Kiri has vowed to be better, if only to look a bit more appealing for her future employers and give her something to do.

(IV.) Kirianna was named for her mother’s grandmother, an incredibly accomplished healer who had travelled the world for most of her long life in search of new herbs with magical healing properties. Young Kiri grew up hearing hundreds of stories about her amazing great grandmother and the exotic places she had seen, which is a main reason why Kiri has always craved adventure. Unfortunately, she never got the chance to meet her namesake and idol, the old woman having died on the very same day young Kiri was born at the ripe old age of 123, but her mother made sure Kiri knew her great grandmother had wanted her to use her wand in the hopes that it would bring the girl good luck in her travels.

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