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izukult · 3 years

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haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima

established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure

hinata shōyō

-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)

-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend

-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players

-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata

-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together

-you and hinata have been dating for about four months

-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed

-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe

-anyway

-so you’re going to meet suga finally

-like FINALLY you’re so excited

-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!

-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know

-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it

-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice

-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself

-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing

-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.

-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama

-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had

-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka

-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance

-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.

-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.

-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)

-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you

he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.

“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.

“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.

“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.

-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.

-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off

-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”

-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”

-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”

-”new favorite thing is holding you.”

-YOUR HEART

-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had

-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before

-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are

-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped

-its ok hes whipped too

kageyama tobio

-no idea how youd meet this mf online

-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments

-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,

-i have no fucking clue BUT

-he doesnt mind long distance honestly

-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves

-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.

-but he ignores it🙄

-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢

-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too

-so you plan a trip to him

-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool

-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight

-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things

-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)

-you hit him up yknow yknow

- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time

-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”

-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous

-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on

-“hi, can i help you?”

-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is

-and he’s already staring at you

-a ball is lightly held in his hands

-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry

-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime

-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳

you give him a little wave

-“sup kags”

-he’s just staring

-blankly staring

-which you should’ve expected

-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“

-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”

-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare

-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”

-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that

-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling

-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove

-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”

-he opens up w affection more along the trip

-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.

-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team

oikawa tooru

-he suspects smth is up to be honest

-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”

-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)

-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself

-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed

-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so

-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls

-oh well

-you hear his voice before you actually see him

-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa

-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.

-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure

-which is not tooru like

-you took a step closer and smiled

-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”

-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa

-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend

-”that’s even better”

-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile

-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear

-and KISSES u

-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS

-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”

-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again

-once you two are alone he literally cries

-LMAO

sugawara koushi

-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)

-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit

-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.

-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)

-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped

-”nice one, koushi”

-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”

-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”

-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool

-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)

-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like

-”this is my s/o!!!”

-mf is BEAMING

-he’s so happy

-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that

-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone

-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen

-he is literally so in love w you

-ew

-i love him.

nishinoya yü

-ok he’s so loud

-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows

-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look

-he luvs u

-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt

-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it

-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story

-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”

-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to

-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice

-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact

-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice

-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it

-he gets the little ping!

-and he’s out the game

-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout

-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball

-the text just says “come outside:))”

-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐

-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude

-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet

-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you

-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything

-you just kiss his forehead :)

-literally only good vibes

-you guys have such a good trip bruh

-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together

-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls

tsukishima kei

-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice

-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining

-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone

-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol

-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home

-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant

-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop

-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)

-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy

-but instead his s/o

-he just stares at you

-he looks like a fish

-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous

-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”

-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head

-he walks back but he leaves the door open

-”take your shoes off”

-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for

-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)

-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him

-and after a bit he finally looks at you

-and you look at him

-and you smile

-and he does too,, kind of

-(which is so fucking cute,)

-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning

-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat

-”can i hug you?”

-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours

-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET

-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv

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ygboysygbby · 4 years

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Secretly

Mino/Song Minho Scenario

Request: Hi!! I hope it’s okay with me requesting this as it’s based on a fanfic I’m writing and just want to see how it would play out and that requests are still open. Could I request a Mino headcanon or Winner headcanon with Mino secretly dating Jiyong’s older sister (just by a year) who’s also a Kpop idol, actress and fashion designer? Thank you.

you know what? the request made me inspired, I’m gonna make this a short story with my own interpretation instead! let’s see how it goes! :D (note: I made the sister as the reader instead of an OC)

Never once had you regretted starting a career as an actress. While you knew you also had a passion in fashion designing, and even went to college for it, acting was just another level. Experiencing a whole different life through acting, controlling your own emotions, it was a challenge and a fun experience in one package.

So instead of pursuing the career in fashion world, you decided to audition as an actress. It did not take you a long time to make your debut, because as much as you wanted to deny it, the power your little brother, Kwon Jiyong, has, was a huge impact. But, it was still your very own hardworking self that made you a rising star that you were known as.

After your latest drama hit, you were suddenly in much demand for reality shows, that your entertainment literally had to refuse a few of the offers. One of the show they accepted in particular, was to make you show off singing skills, just because again, you were related to G-Dragon. Hearing this, you hoped so badly that your brother would refuse the offer, with him being all busy, but much to your dismay, he accepted.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like your own brother, he was a very kind and caring person towards you in your whole life, but him in a recording studio? that was a whole different person. You had heard stories from his band members how strict and perfectionist he could be while recording. Once, Daesung had to repeat a part in their song fifteen times, before he decided it was the right one to put into the song. The horror in Daesung’s face when he told the story was still lingering in your head.

Jiyong being the extra guy he was, he decided it would be great to add a surprise element to the song, with a surprise feature from another YG artist. At that time, he was thinking of another male rapper. And also at that time, Mino from Winner was available.

That brought you to the current situation. You standing up in front of the mic, for what you could recall, almost an hour in time, and your brother on the other side of the room, frowning.

“Could you maybe, sing it again but this time, lower your voice a little bit?”

You wanted so badly to protest and start a fight with your sibling, but your eyes went to the man sitting next to him. Song Minho, you didn't know the guy that well. Heck, the only conversation you had had with him prior, was when you accidentally met him at an award show. Both of you only shook hands and said names, that was all. You couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him by lashing out at your brother. Even though you were so hungry because your stupid self forgot to eat breakfast...

“You know I’m not a singer, right?” You tried to complain in a calm voice.

“I know, that’s why we have to have a good pre-recorded for you when we are on stage later.”

Sigh. That clearly did not work. What did you even expect? For the almighty G-Dragon to go easy on you just because you were his sister??? Pfffft.

“You~ the breath of fresh air, the—”

“Stop, stop.” Jiyong shook his head and began to instruct you the tone that he wanted. “The breath of fresh! You need to take the ‘fresh’ part to—”

“Ji,” You called, sounding a little bit like pleading.

“Hmm?”

*GROWL*

“Did you forget to eat breakfast again?”

If the ground could swallow people, you would be begging it to consume you whole. The sound of your stomach rumbling, in full speakers, while someone you barely know was also present inside the room. Your first initial move was to look at Mino’s reaction. He was looking away, but you could see his cheeks lifted, you know he had at least a grin on his face. He was clearly trying his best not to burst out laughing. Great, just great!

“Let’s just continue this tomorrow, I have to meet up with some management from Nike in a bit anyway.” GD said. “Minho-ssi, can you help me a little bit with the auto tune on verse one?”

“Ah, if you’d let me...” Mino replied, in an unsure tone. “Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, I trust you, I know what you can do.” Jiyong smirked. “And Y/N, make sure to eat, I don’t want you to get sick.” He said as he packed his stuff.

“Sure...” You said, still standing up frozen in front of the booth door. “Can I eat with you?”

“No, cause I’m gonna go right away, the place is quite far... Just eat downstairs, they serve good food, you know?” He smiled at you. “Bye!”

“Bye...” You sighed.

As Jiyong left, you were left feeling terribly awkward. Should you just leave? Should you say something? Was the sound of your empty stomach that bad? UGHHH!!!

When your eyes met, Mino immediately smiled at you, his eyes almost closed, he looked so cute. Wait, what?

“Y/N-ssi, have you tried eating in our cafeteria before?” He asked politely.

“Uh, actually I haven't...”

“If you don’t mind, I’m also a little bit hungry.” He smiled. “Do you want to eat together?”

“O-Of course!” You smiled awkwardly.

Here you thought you were great at controlling your emotions with your whole acting experience, one smile from Song Minho, now you were stuttering.

And that was how it began. A smile, a friendship, then feelings that blossomed through the way.

The show went amazingly well. It helped you with more exposure to your public, which of course meant, more offers, and in return, Jiyong and Mino got some royalties. Even though you had to stand through your brother’s perfectionism for quite some time, you also got to spend your lunch time afterwards with Mino, secretly.

That wasn’t the only thing that you both ended up doing secretly behind your brother’s back. You exchanged numbers and began texting with each other. You began to frequently visit YG, bringing your brother food and stuff, in camouflage to secretly meet someone.

After almost a year of doing many things secretly, both of you then began dating, yet again, secretly. Not only because both of you being in eyes of public and all, but there was one thing a little less if not same, scarier than public’s opinion... your brother.

There actually was not really a concrete reason for both of you to fear him acknowledging the relationship. Jiyong had never once scold you for dating despite of you being a public figure, nor had he once said that he disliked Mino. But the thought of him knowing that you, his older sister, dating his colleague who is younger than him, was just a little bit overwhelming.

Mino on the other hand was scared as Jiyong was someone he looked up to and respect. He didn’t want him to think that some younger and incompetent dude was messing around with his sister. He was afraid that if Jiyong were to ask him what could he offer to his sister, he could not answer. Compared to the well known G-Dragon, Mino felt like a grain of dust.

Both of you were happily cuddling on your couch, watching a movie together. You were comfortably resting your head on Mino’s shoulder, while his fingers played with your hair softly. It was a very chill and relaxing time for both of you, before the sound of your phone ringing suddenly came interrupting.

“It’s my brother, he’s outside...” You said, eyes widened in shock.

“WHAT?!” Mino jerked up. “Should I hide???”

“In my bedroom, quick!”

You opened your front door, hoping Jiyong wouldn’t notice the nervousness in your voice. “Ji! Why didn’t you tell me first before coming?”

“What? I’m always like this what do you mean?” He lifted one of his eyebrows, looking at you. “Oh, you were watching Mulan?” He asked as walked and saw your TV.

“Y-Yeah!”

“Is it good?” He said as he sat down on the sofa, taking one of the popcorn on the table.

“Nah, it was shit!” You laughed. “It doesn’t matter though, I don’t mind watching bad movies as long as I have good company...” You widened your eyes as you realized what you had said.

“You had company?”

“No! I mean, I always say that to you! Unlucky me, just when I decided to watch alone the movie turns out to be awful, huh?” You laughed nervously.

“Hmm.” Your brother crossed his legs, he seemed unsure with your answer.

“Why are you here anyway? My break time is very precious, you know? I’d love to spend it wisely.”

“Oh, yeah that.” Jiyong put his index finger up as he remembered something and opened his backpack. “You remembered my friend who is a model? The guy we met two weeks ago?”

“Ahn Seojun?”

“Yeah, him.” He said as he took out a box of chocolate with a black ribbon on top of it. “He was overseas and he recalled you saying that you like this chocolate.”

“Uh... Tell him I said thanks, I guess?” You said, eyeing your brother weirdly. “That was nice of him, in fact, way too nice?”

“Maybe he likes you.” Jiyong casually shrugs.

“Yeah... he’s nice and all, but I’m not interested.” You chuckled.

“You are single anyway, why not?”

“Uh, I’m still not interested...”

“Or are you not?” Jiyong looked at you sternly.

“What?”

“Come to think of it, you used to talk about so many crushes to me... Ugh, you even used to have a crush on TOP hyung!” He laughed.

“Well, maybe I grew up! Besides, crushes are just crushes, I never had any deep feelings towards them! Unless you think I could develop feelings towards Chris Evans???”

“You must be in love now...” He broke into an evil grin. “Come on, who’s the guy?”

“Okay, you’re not making any sense here, if that’s all, then you should go home. I want to continue spend my break without my brother pestering about my love life.”

“Alright, alright! Geez! No need to get so defensive...” He rolled his eyes. “So, you sure you are single?”

You cleared you throat. “Uh uh.”

“Then, if Seojun asked for your number, should I give it?”

“What?! I thought we are over this???”

“Yah, Mino-ssi!!! Come on out!” Jiyong suddenly yelled out with a huge grin still plastered on his face.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“If you don’t show yourself now, I’m going to tell the producers to postpone your solo album!” He said, almost singing. He definitely was enjoying this way too much.

A few seconds later, you heard your bedroom door opening and closing very quickly. Mino stood in front of your bedroom for a while before walking up towards both of you. His eyes was looking down to his feet the entire time.

“There you go!” Jiyong clapped. “So, tell me again, my beautiful sister, you sure you are single?”

“Ji, if you’re going to scold us, then please scold me as I—”

“Whoa! Who said I’m gonna what?! I’m just mad you never told me!”

“Wait, so you’re okay with this?” You said, pointing back and forth to both yourself and your boyfriend.

“Of course I am! Who am I to tell you what to do anyway?” He folded his arms. “Besides, this guy...”

“Y-Ye?” Mino jerked his head up, almost like he was in military.

“He’s a good guy, as far as I know.” He smiled and patted Mino’s shoulder. “Calm down, your solo album is safe!”

“Ah... yeah, thank you very much, hyung-nim...” Mino bowed.

“Yah, yah, put your head up! Geez, you do know you’re dating my older sister. right? Technically, you’re in higher position than me now.” He laughed.

“I promise I’ll never hurt her!” Mino suddenly said out loud.

“Shut up...” You nudged your boyfriend, blushing.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” Jiyong said, looking very amused. “Next time, if you’re planning on hiding your boyfriend, make sure his brand new released adidas shoes ain’t in your shoe rack first.”

“Dammit!” You cursed.

“Oh come on, I’ve known since you started visiting me so frequently in YG! This is just a lucky coincidence.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked towards the front door. “I’ll see both of ya later!”

“Go away! Stop interrupting me!” You stuck your tongue out playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed. “Mino-ssi,” Jiyong stopped and nodded at him before finally closing the door behind.

Mino nodded back, but you could tell he was really nervous as little beads of sweat was visible under his bangs.

“Phew!” You shouted as you threw yourself on the couch. “That went well, huh?”

“Y-Yeah...” Mino said, sitting down next to you.

“See? You have nothing to worry about!” You took his left hand, still laying down beside him.

“Still, who am I compared to your brother?”

“Mino,” You said as you repositioned yourself to rest your head on his lap. “I don’t care about neither your money or fame, you’re you. You’re the best person I’ve ever met in my entire life, and you dare ask who you are?”

“Okay, that was cheesy, I totally wasn’t prepared for that...” The guy laughed but his cheeks were reddened.

“Shut up! Said the guy who was practically yelling to my brother, saying he’d never hurt me, like he was in Japanese drama or something.” You giggled.

“Hey, missy, how about you shut up before I kiss you.” Mino grinned, now face only inches away from you.

“In that case, I would never shut my mouth then...” You smiled as you close the gap in between.

yayyy!!! I hope I did the author justice by this! :D sorry I didn’t make the reader as an idol as well, I feel like her not being an idol helped the plot nicely hehe 😅

the author that requested this is @genuinestyles btw! check em out! 💖

#winner scenarios #mino scenarios #gdragon scenarios #winner #winner imagines #bigbang scenarios #jinwoo scenarios #seungyoon scenarios #seunghoon scenarios #winner reactions #song mino #gdragon

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thepandapopo · 4 years

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Absolute Truths

This idea wormed its way into my head and for the life of me I couldn’t get it out.

This oneshot is a little longer than the stuff I usually write (a whopping 8539 words), but I loved every minute of it. I tried editing it to the best of my ability, but honestly I suck at that. No beta, we die like Glenn. #SorryNotSorry #TooSoon ?

Please note this is non canon. The time frame for this is sometime after the Battle of Gronder post time skip and it is a mash up of the GD and BL routes (ie. Dimitri joins Claude and is no longer crazy; Rodrigue still dies. RIP).

Cross posted to ao3.

Pairing: Sylvain x Felix

Warnings: mentions of child abuse and PTSD

Synopsis:

When Felix and Sylvain get hit with a dark magic spell that reverts them back to children, the Resistance Army gets a deeper look into their bond and learn 5 absolute truths that form the foundation of their relationship.

5 undeniable facts of Sylvain and Felix’s relationship.

Word Count: 8539

“Felix!”

Fuck. Sylvain loses sight of him for only a minute but that is all the enemy needs to overwhelm the already bombarded swordmaster.

Pulling the reigns sharply to the left, the Paladin charges across the battlefield, skewering any unfortunate enemies that dare block his way, the lance of ruin glowing like a beacon of fury despite the thick coating of blood on it. The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and dark magic, making it hard to breathe and blurring the red head’s vision. Regardless, Sylvain presses on; determined to get to his best friend in time before the group of mages over the hill finish casting… whatever ominous looking spell they are aiming at Felix.

“Sylvain, get out of here!” Felix shouts angrily, not even pausing his fighting to face the sight of Bella charging her way through the throng with her master astride her.

Shit. Felix cuts down another enemy.

It is never ending. No matter how many falls to his blade, another two enemies take their place. Felix isn’t stupid – he can see the group of mages prepping a dark magic spell in the distance, which makes him even angrier when he spots Sylvain riding to his aid.

Like hell he’ll give his childhood friend another reason to toss himself into harms way. Felix isn’t weak. He doesn’t need protection. And he sure as hell doesn’t want Sylvain to be the one who gets hurt trying to fix his mistakes just because he got a little too cocky and split from the rest of his battalion.

“Fuck.” Felix grunts and pushes his sword hard to disengage the thief that has him in a sword lock. He doesn’t bother to see if he is being pursued and dashes towards Sylvain who is now dismounting a short distance away, Lance of Ruin making quick work of anyone who strays too close for comfort.

Sylvain was undoubtedly within hit range of the spell now. If that idiot insists on being his usual self-sacrificing self, then the least Felix can do is use his own body to shield the older man and take the brunt of the damage.

The tell-tale crackle of magic behind him sets the hair on his nape standing.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

He isn’t going to make it. Damn Sylvain for being so slow – this is exactly why he keeps telling him to take his training more seriously-!

“Fe!”

The last thing he knows before succumbing to the darkness is a hard chest plate knocking the wind out of him and warm, strong arms that remind him of summers spent with a heart lighter than air.

----

1. Sylvain always has, and always will protect Felix until the day he dies.

Leonie is one of two on the first shift of babysitting duty.

Undeniably, the orange haired paladin would be the first to admit that she wasn’t the greatest with kids, however there is only so much the tiny, and thankfully unconscious, Fraldarius boy can do given his current predicament.

No one really knows what happened after the enemy spell envelops Felix and Sylvain, the larger of the two curled protectively around his companion as they fall. No one even knows what the spell is.

But what they do know is that now, instead of a regular sized Felix Hugo Fraldarius and Sylvain Jose Gautier, they have a chubby cheeked blue haired cherub and an unfairly-cute-even-as-a-child ginger.

It is in the middle of bemoaning her poor luck at drawing straws when the mini-Felix begins to stir and she feels panic clawing its way up her throat.

“Ngghh…” small, unscarred hands balled into fist come up to rub at bleary amber eyes before they widen almost comically as they take in his surroundings.

“Uhh… hey.” His gaze snaps towards Leonie and she can feel her terror rising with mini Felix’s hysteria, clearly evident by the shiny glaze beginning to cloud his eyes and the fat crocodile tears gathering at the edges of his almond eyes.

“It’s okay, Felix. It’s just me.” She reaches out a hand tentatively in a placating gesture, but quickly withdraws back as young Felix lets out a squeak and scurries as far back into the corner of the bed as he can get, taking his older self’s wool Fraldarius crest blanket with him, as if it could shield him.

“Wh-wh-who are you?” The poor thing is absolutely terrified and damn it, Leonie wants to comfort him, but she is equally as distressed here and this is exactly why she didn’t want to babysit.

“It’s me, Leonie. You don’t… you don’t recognize me?”

It comes out sounding more like a statement than a question.

It’s so painfully obvious that little Felix has no idea who she is.

Which means he doesn’t have his memories.

Which means they are down two of their best generals.

Which means they are well and truly fucked.

So, Leonie does the only thing she can logically think to do.

“Come on,” She says, rising from her bedside chair and reaching for his arm. “We need to go tell Linheartd that the situation is much worse than we had originally thought.” But as soon as her hand wraps around his forearm, Felix screams.

“Oh shi-! Felix! Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you!”

If anything, this just seems to have the opposite effect and the wails increase to near piercing.

Leonie thinks it may be a trick of her mind, and probably her ears because holy crap does little Felix have a set of lungs on him, but she is pretty sure that Felix is screaming out a name.

Specifically, a name belonging to a certain red head that is, the last time she checked anyways, unconscious two doors down from his room and currently being watched over by Caspar.

“Fe!” The door bursts open and suddenly there is chaos.

Was being watched over by Caspar, Leonie amends in her mind.

“Get back here!” The blue haired warrior lunges and swipes his arm out trying to catch mini Sylvain who is slipperier than a fish in water, using his short height to duck between legs and launch himself onto the bed.

“Leave Fe alone!” Honey brown eyes that are so very familiar yet also so different, are glaring holes into Leonie and Caspar, proudly defiant and blazing with determination. Short arms stuffed into the smallest adult shirt they could find on short notice stretch out protectively, completely shielding Felix from sight.

“S-Sylvain,” comes the little sob from behind him and the older boy spares a second to throw a comforting smile behind him. “Don’t worry, Fe. I’ll protect you.” And Goddess, he sounds so genuine and earnest that it makes Leonie wonder what happened to cause their Sylvain to hide behind fake laughs and charming lilts of the tongue.

“Sorry, Leonie.” Caspar is gasping for air like he has just run a marathon. “I tried to keep him in his room but as soon as he heard Felix screaming, he was out faster than I could blink.”

“Ugh. Just go get Ingrid and the Professor.”

----

2. Sylvain hates himself and his crest, but Felix likes him in spite of it.

A day later finds Ingrid watching over the five year old Felix (“What?! He’s five? But he’s so tiny.” “Don’t let him hear you say that or he’ll cry again.”) and seven year old Sylvain.

“Just stay in this area, okay?” She calls out over the din of raucous laughter echoing throughout the courtyard. “I don’t want you two wandering off and getting into trouble.”

The play wrestling pauses for a brief moment and little Sylvain sticks out a tongue at her.

“We don’t get into trouble! You’re just a party pooper!”

“Yeah! Party pooper!”

Shoving down the urge to smack her childhood friends into the next moon, Ingrid settles for watching with pursed lips as Felix dissolves into giggles, Sylvain’s grabby hands finding purchase in his sides and tickling him relentlessly. The look of such carefree happiness on their faces makes her heart clench and eyes sting.

If Ingrid is being completely honest… she misses this.

She remembers what it was like not carrying around a broken heart for a man buried six feet under, his remains not even whole enough to bring home. Back when she could play wrestle with Fe, Sylvie, and Dima in the dirt and then go to Glenn to kiss her knee better when one of them inevitably accidentally activated their crest and used too much strength, resulting in tears and scrapes and bruises.

It doesn’t do her any good to dwell on the past.

The dead should be left to rest, and the living should move on.

For an emotionally constipated guy, Felix is dead on with his philosophy.

Though she has long come to terms with her betrothed’s death, the small sliver of envy she has for her two oldest friends still lingers in the deepest, darkest recesses of her heart.

They’re lucky that they still have each other, even though they spend half the time bickering and denying their feelings.

“Is that the Gautier boy?”

Two monastery staff members stop beneath the path archway and look with undisguised admiration.

“So handsome at such a young age!”

“And I hear he’s incredibly charming too.”

Ingrid knows that Sylvain and hear them. He has always been keen of hearing, especially when it involves others gossiping about himself, for better or for worse.

Felix takes advantage of Sylvain’s distraction to get the upper hand and rolls on top, completely oblivious to the onlookers.

“If I were his mother, I would have secured him a betrothed as soon as he was tested for a crest.”

A hum of agreement. “Yes. His family is blessed with good looks so it would not be hard to secure an advantageous match. The Gautier line will likely continue on stronger than ever with such a prized heir.”

“Sylvain? Why did you stop?”

Felix is all wide eyes and adorable pouty cheeks, staring confusedly down at his best friend underneath him who has gone strangely silent with a strangled expression.

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?”

The two gossipmongers snap to attention at Ingrid’s sharp tone, her expression clearly telling them to get the hell out of here or risk facing her wrath.

With rushed replies of “yes, sorry miss!” and “our apologies”, they scurry off down the pathway and disappear around the corner.

But unfortunately, the damage is already done.

“Sylvain? What’s wrong? Why are you sad?”

Gently, the older boy extricates himself from Felix’s death grip of a grapple and stands up with his eyes cast downwards. “Sorry, Fe. I… I don’t want to play anymore.”

“What? What do you mean? Where are you going?”

“I’m tired. I want to go back to our room.”

It only takes one look at Sylvain’s expression before Felix is latching his fists into the fabric of Sylvain’s pants with a scowl on his face.

“You’re lying to me. Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying, Fe! I don’t want to play anymore.”

“We’re best friends aren’t we?”

“Well, yeah, of course we are.”

“Best friends don’t lie to each other.”

Ingrid has patiently watched the exchange between Felix and Sylvain to this very moment, hoping that they can sort out this argument without her intervening like she always did as a child, but through years of experience, she can sense that one of them is about to snap and she would very much like to avoid that.

“You know the only reason we’re best friends is because our parents are friends and we both have crests.”

There it is.

It’s absolutely heart breaking how Sylvain has already learned to self destruct at the tender age of seven. If Miklan were still alive, Ingrid would skewer him a thousand times over for instilling the mantra of ‘you’re not worthy of love’ into Sylvain’s head.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go-“

“You’re a stupid head if that’s what you think.” Felix’s interruption shocks her. His usually bright amber eyes are fixed in a watery glare leveled at the boy opposite him. Right now, Ingrid may as well be invisible for all Felix cares.

“What?”

“You’re a stupid head!”

Sylvain looks absolutely affronted.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yeah, you are!” a few tears have managed to slip beyond the barrier and trail down Felix’s cheeks. “I don’t care that our parents know each other. And I don’t care about any stupid crests.”

Felix marches up to Sylvain with all the anger he can muster in his five year old glory and reaches up to smoosh his cheeks together. “I’d still pick you to be my best friend in the whole wide world because you’re funny and nice and I’m always happier with you than Ingrid or Dima.”

Sylvain can only stand there with his lips parted in round ‘o’ from his cheeks being pushed together and a dazed look in his eye. Felix takes this as a sign to continue his little tirade.

“And I know you’re smart so you should stop being such a stupid head because I don’t care what you think. You’re my best friend and I’ll always pick you over any stupid crest.”

“Fe…”

She recognizes that tone. Ingrid looks away then because she fears that if she doesn’t, the part of her heart that belongs to Glenn might just twist its way into her throat and choke her with envy.

Sylvain is giving Felix that look that she has seen many times throughout their lives whenever she watches her two friends from afar. It’s one that everyone, except for Felix, has seen a million times and knows that to Sylvain, the world around him has fallen away except for one person.

“You’re my best friend, Sylvain. So, don’t lie to me.”

For the first time since the gossipers appeared, Sylvain lets a smile slip through.

“Okay. I promise.”

Felix eyes him warily and searches for any hint of a lie in Sylvain’s expression. Once satisfied, he loops his own pinky around the one outstretched to him.

“Good. Now let’s go play Knights and Bandits!”

Perhaps it is because Felix is always looking ahead that he never sees how Sylvain looks at him like he was the one who hung the stars and moon in his dark sky, illuminating his life with happiness and love.

----

3. Felix feels so much and Sylvain is the only one who understands him even without words.

A collective sigh echoes throughout the monastery when they find out that mini Felix and mini Sylvain aren’t too picky with their food.

Granted, even as a child, Felix shows a proclivity towards eating meat; but with a little friendly jostling from his best friend, even the youngest Fraldarius son can be convinced to eat his brussel sprouts.

Which is exactly why Claude is so baffled when Felix starts to protest eating during mealtimes.

“What do you mean he won’t eat?”

He’s well aware that he probably sounds like an idiot, if the exasperated look Lorenz is giving him is anything to go by; but they haven’t had any trouble before so it makes absolutely no sense that Felix would start being picky now.

“It’s exactly as I said,” Lorenz frowns. “We were all simply sitting together enjoying a meal, when Felix stopped eating and refused to finish his dinner. I’ve been told this is now the third occurrence in a row that his has happened.”

“Was he full?” Byleth pauses from looking through some supply requests to chime into their conversation. Although she has not outright said anything, Claude knows his love well enough to tell that she is stressed about their current predicament. Felix throwing a silent protest against food is just one more thing to add to her pile of worries that she doesn’t need.

“Don’t worry, Teach,” Claude winks and flashes his signature grin. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. You just worry about securing our supplies for the next moon, yeah?” His chair lets out a deafening screech as it drags across the floor, drowning out any protests their former professor may have and providing Claude the distraction he needs to usher Lorenz out of the room with him.

“Claude, are you sure you know what you are doing?” The doubt rolling off Lorenz would have offended a lesser man, but Claude has spent his life being the underdog and he lets the words bounce harmlessly off him. “Felix is not an enemy to be outsmarted. He is simply a child who only adheres to emotion.”

“I am aware of that, yes.”

“Then why do you look as though you are about to hatch a scheme?”

Because he is.

And although Felix is not an ‘enemy’, per say, doesn’t mean that Claude can’t use his usual tactics of watching and observing his opponent until he has hatched a plot to take them down. Hence, leading to Claude’s current position tucked away in the far corner of the mess hall during the following breakfast.

Even on his off days, Claude is always watching and learning. He knows the favourite foods of all his fellow comrades in arms and he also knows whom everyone’s preferred companion is.

There is very little that escapes his notice, and the Resistance Army leader is confident that he will have a plan by sundown at the very least.

It is a little past 8am when the two children sleepily trudge their way into the dining hall with Bernadetta, their ward for the day, close behind them.

Nothing seems particularly strange or odd when they join the line to retrieve their meal; and nothing remarkable happens either when Bernie leads them to the only empty table left in the middle of the hall.

“Good morning, Bernadetta!” Raphael greets cheerily and shuffles his mountain of food over to join the trio at their table. “Good morning, Felix, Sylvain!”

The little ones mumble back a greeting, but their voices are lost in the din of the morning meal chatter.

So far, so good. Felix is still eating his porridge (albeit with an adorable frown on his face) and talking animatedly about goddess knows what with Sylvain, who occasionally turns to answer a question from the adults.

“Oh, good morning, Bernadetta, Felix, Sylvain!”

Slowly but surely, the table begins to fill as their friends meander into the building in search of food to start their day. Greetings are exchanged and unsurprisingly, Felix and Sylvain garner a lot of attention due to their current forms. Sylvain, ever the chatterbox that he is, fields most of the questions; Whether it is because he is being considerate of his quieter friend or if he simply relishes in the attention is debatable, but Claude cannot help but notice how his eyes constantly dart back towards Felix who grows increasingly frustrated.

“Oh, you’re just too adorable!” Annette’s squeal of delight reaches even Claude’s remote corner and he assumes that the wince he sees from Felix is due to the sheer volume of the orange haired mage. Sylvain, the current object of attention, just flashes her his prize winning smile; his dimples making him look even more endearing than he already is.

The adults gathered around the children don’t even notice that Felix has stopped eating. Nor do they see Sylvain quietly reach below the table to grab Felix’s smaller hand in what looks to be a gesture of comfort.

In fact, it takes another five minutes of cooing and fawning before Raphael, of all people, notices that Felix is now glaring with teary eyes at his bowl of half eaten porridge.

“What’s wrong, little buddy? Not feeling well?”

Immediately the attention shifts to him and the effects are just as disastrous as Claude predicts.

“I’m not hungry.” Some of the porridge finds its way onto the table as Felix pushes his bowl away with such ferocity, Claude is half surprised it doesn’t completely tip over.

“What do you mean you’re not hungry?” Annette frowns. “This is the fourth time you’ve left a meal unfinished. Are you not feeling well? Do you need to go see Mercedes?”

“No. I don’t wanna eat anymore.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Felix? We just want to make sure you’re not getting sick.”

“I’m fine.”

It’s a big fat lie and anyone with half a brain can hear the distress and frustration in the blue haired boy’s voice. One lone tear manages to squeeze its way out of Felix’s water logged eyes and that’s all it takes for the table to burst into a flurry.

Claude almost feels bad for Felix as the adults descend on him like a pack of vultures, all of them crowding him and trying to coax the reason for his distress out of him. The Almyran prince has half a mind to go over and rescue his friend in arms from a situation that is probably in his top ten worst fears, but before he can even get out of his seat, Sylvain is already bounding out of his chair with a teary Felix in tow.

Sylvain shouts something about ‘Knights and Bandits’ and they’re out the southern doors before Bernadetta can even process what has happened.

Felix’s half eaten bowl of porridge sits on the table completely forgotten.

----

At lunch, Claude decides to test a hypothesis.

He asks Mercedes and Hilda to sit with the kids at lunch and pay special attention to Felix.

To everyone else, he gives them strict orders to leave their table alone.

Satisfied with how his experiment is set up, Claude finally seats himself back in his observatory spot with his own lunch sitting in front of him.

He’s not expecting amazing results. In fact, he’s not expecting his first hypothesis to be a success at all, but he wants to try it none the less because there is always the possibility that mini Felix fundamentally operates much differently than the Felix that he is used to.

What he doesn’t expect is for Felix to immediately shut down the minute Hilda tries to engage him in some conversation about the games him and Sylvain play in the courtyard.

Today’s lunch special is Daphnel Stew and Claude has it on good authority that it is a favourite of Felix’s (technically Dimitri is a reliable source, right? They were childhood friends after all).

Sylvain tries his best to jump into the conversation and pull some of the attention to himself, but Hilda is every bit as smooth of a talker as Claude is; deftly maneuvering the conversation back to Felix no matter what Sylvain does.

This time, it is Felix that reaches for Sylvain’s hand under the table.

Except instead of just holding Sylvain’s hand, Felix starts to pull at it every time Mercedes or Hilda asks him a question, as if pleading for his friend to save him.

At least Claude could now say for sure that Felix is not, and never was, a fan of being the center of attention.

When the first afternoon bell tolls signaling the end of lunch, Felix’s stew remains uneaten and untouched. On the way out of the hall, Claude looks the other way and pretends not to notice when Sylvain steals an apple from the pantry.

His experiment doesn’t exactly succeed, but he cannot write it off as a failure either. The information gathered from his two observation sessions is plentiful and a solution is forming within his mind even as he makes his way up to the war room to meet Byleth for their afternoon strategy session.

By the time he pushes open the door to his usual haunt, Claude is absolutely certain of two truths.

One, that Sylvain knows Felix better than anyone could ever hope to compare, and two, Felix Fraldarius is incredibly lucky to have an attentive best friend like Sylvain because stars above, does he suck with using his words.

----

When the hour before dinner time rolls around, Claude makes sure to talk to everyone he passes by and give them the order that no one is to approach Felix and Sylvain’s tables at mealtimes anymore. He tells them to pass the word around and it doesn’t take long before the entire monastery is in the know of their Leader’s command.

“Care for company?” Byleth smiles and sets her tray down beside his own without waiting for a reply.

Claude does a quick survey of the area to make sure no one is looking before leaning in to land a quick peck on Byleth’s cheek. Joy flutters in his stomach at her rising blush and he merely laughs and winks at her stuttered protests.

“Check it out,” Claude quickly changes the subject and nods his head over to where Bernadetta sits exhausted with a now cheerful Felix and Sylvain. The latter nodding enthusiastically to their conversation with the occasional laugh and both of their plates near devoid of food.

A tiny rush of pride swells when he sees the relived expression on Byleth’s face.

“Told ya I’d take care of it.”

Underneath the table, he flips his palm facing upward so that he can intertwine his fingers with her searching ones.

“Yes, you did.” The unspoken thanks lingers in the air between them, louder than the constant buzz of activity in the room.

For the first time in a while, the former professor looks more at ease. And Claude, being the shit stirrer that he is, cannot help but toss a little fuel into the fire.

“So… who do you think will wear white at the wedding? Between the two of them, I think Felix is the better choice.”

“What?!”

----

4. Felix has an unwavering faith and belief in Sylvain that he’s not afraid to stubbornly stand by to the bitter end.

“Annie, are you sure this is a good idea?”

If Mercedes is concerned, then Lysithea is absolutely certain that no, this is most definitely not a good idea.

They are at the part of the training grounds where the various magic users can come to practice and hone their spells. The ground is singed with charred marks from stray thunder and fire spells, the black streaks contrasting starkly with the pale stone underneath. To the side, there is also a sand pit where mages can practice some more destructive flame based spells.

“I’m just a little curious, is all!” Annette whispers back. “I know Sylvain is really good with magic even though he never uses it. He was the one who helped me understand that magic formula that I was stuck on for a week, after all. I was thinking maybe he might show an aptitude for Reason as a child.”

“That’s fine and all; but I’m not really sure how safe it is to teach a child how to conjure a fire spell. That just seems like a recipe for disaster.”

The orange hair mage cannot help but look slightly put out by Lysithea’s comment.

Yes, maybe it wasn’t the safest idea ever… but Annette just really wants to find out the extent of Sylvain’s inherent abilities. Even after she makes him promise to take his training more seriously, she still feels like he is holding back on her when they are paired together.

“What kinda magic are you gonna show us?” Felix is eager and bouncing on his toes. The House Fraldarius specializes in swordplay, not magic, so this is a treat for him and he can barely contain his excitement.

“Oh well, I was thinking we could start off with a basic fire spell!”

“Oooh, fire!”

Annette really hopes that Felix doesn’t have a penchant for pyrotechnics.

As much of a bad idea as this is, Lysithea can’t exactly bring herself to leave them in case something goes terribly wrong. She is the strongest, most advanced Gremory the Resistance Army has; with her around, she’s confident that the worst that could happen would be some singed eyebrows and possibly an impromptu need for a haircut. But even that is an outcome that she is hoping to avoid.

Once the target is set up, Sylvain and Felix eagerly make their way over to the sidelines to watch Annette demonstrate a basic fire spell.

It’s nothing special really. Even the older Felix and Sylvain could probably cast it without much problem, but to their younger versions, the small ball of fire is so grand and spectacular that it warrants oo’s and ah’s and enthusiastic applause.

“Wow! That is so cool! Isn’t that so cool, Sylvain?”

Felix is pulling on Sylvain’s sleeve and the older boy nods emphatically with admiration shining in his eyes.

“Do you think you could do it too?”

Lysithea is startled to hear the question Felix asks Sylvain. Of course, Annette was already planning to ask the Gautier boy to attempt the spell, but that was out of curiosity.

From the shining look on Felix’s face, Lysithea knows that he is asking because in his mind, there is nothing that his smart, talented best friend in the whole wide world cannot do.

“Magic is difficult to learn and takes time. It can take years for some to learn just the basics.” She cuts in before Sylvain can answer.

She doesn’t want Felix to unwittingly trap him with an unrealistic expectation that he cannot meet and she figures it is better to disappoint him now rather than allow the red head to try and then feel guilty when he disappoints his friend.

“Sylvain is smart. I bet Sylvain could do it!”

Felix is pouting in that way that they are all quickly learning means ‘I’m right and you can’t convince me otherwise’.

“I’m sure Sylvain is very smart!” Mercedes agrees and gives the boys her best placating smile. “But I’m not so sure that a person could learn how to cast a Fire spell in one day! Why, it took Annie and I at least a week of practicing before we could do it!”

“Yep, I remember I almost burned my eyebrows off the first time I tried! But I can teach you the basics maybe and then we can bring you here again next time to practice?”

The urge to verbally reprimand the warlock for her relentless pursuit to satisfy her own curiosity rises and Lysithea has to physically clutch her biceps to stop herself from bursting.

Fine. If they were so eager to set themselves down this path, then so be it.

“Yeah!” Felix is literally vibrating with excitement and Sylvain looks nervous but determined to not let his admirer down.

Heaving a sigh, Lysithea moves to settle next to Mercedes who sends her an apologetic smile.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

----

Unsurprisingly, Felix does not do so well with learning the basics.

The diagrams and symbols are a little too much on the side of complex and it becomes apparent rather quickly that there is a reason the Fraldarius men carve through the battlefield with swords instead of magic.

“Aw, it’s okay Fe! You’re still the best with a sword anyways. You don’t need magic!” Sylvain ruffles his hair and smiles. “You’ll always beat me at swordplay.”

The small admission is enough to cheer Felix up and after a bit more nudging from the older boy, he runs off to play around with the wooden practice swords they have on the other side of the training room while Annette and Sylvain continue to work on creating basic magic circles.

It’s only after the third hour and Mercedes has long left to attend to various chores that Lysithea turns to watch Felix go through rather crude sword forms instead.

“You need to spread your feet farther apart.” Using her own foot, she nudges Felix’s left heel to the side to widen his stance. “Try striking again now.”

The wooden sword wobbles a bit in its trajectory, but the swing is undoubtedly much better than before. The sheer delight that lights up in Felix’s eyes almost makes Lysithea laugh out loud because she recognizes it as the same gleam she sees in the older Felix’s eyes when he executes a particularly hard maneuver.

“Why aren’t you watching Sylvain and Annie?”

For a five year old, Felix is incredibly perceptive.

Rather than lie to him, Lysithea opts for honesty because she is sure that’s what older Felix would have wanted.

“I don’t think he’ll succeed.”

Felix frowns. “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. I know how hard it is to learn magic. I’m sure Sylvain is very intelligent, but it takes a lot of hard work to use Reason.”

“Sylvain can do it. I know he can.”

She sighs and turns a baleful eye down at Felix. “You’re a stubborn one aren’t you.”

“Glenn said that to me too when he didn’t believe me that I could stay up all night waiting for Sylvain.”

“And did you prove him wrong?”

Felix turns to full face her, expression full of gravity.

“Yup.” The dead seriousness of his tone looses Lysithea’s first laugh of the day and she cannot help but be drawn towards this little boy, the same way she was drawn to his older self.

Deigning not to continue a lost conversation, the cake loving Gremory opts to turn back and watch the progress that the other two have made, leaving Felix muttering to himself about his steadfast belief in his best friend.

----

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got!”

The sun is setting and it is nearly time for dinner by the time Sylvain and Annette break away from Magic and Sorcery: Vol 1. to actually put some practice to the theory they have spent all day studying.

“Now, don’t be too disappointed if you can’t get it.” Annette says while moving out of the way. “You did just learn the basics and it takes a lot of practice!”

Lysithea has not moved from her perch from a nearby bench. She’s still extremely skeptical that Sylvain will manage to do very much at all. Yes, it is true that he had a budding talent for Reason during their academy days, but Sylvain hardly ever applied himself to any of his studies. The professor had to literally force him to attend one on one magic lessons with her before his aptitude for spells finally emerged.

Although, she muses, this younger Sylvain seems to be more enthusiastic to participate in things he was interested in. Even now, the scrunched up look of concentration on his face is indication enough that the Sylvain Lysithea is used to is a much different creature than the one before her currently.

House Ordelia does not really have any established trade routes with the Gautier territory, but the Ordelia heir has heard enough to know that the current Margrave is an arrogant, crest-obsessed prick.

It doesn’t take a prodigy to connect the dots and surmise that Sylvain’s carefree attitude and refusal to apply himself to anything is a product of his father’s suffocating expectations.

Fuck Margrave Gautier.

Maybe Lysithea does want Sylvain to prove her wrong and succeed; then at least he can go back home and light his father’s breeches on fire.

She’s only slightly disappointed when her expectations prove correct and the best Sylvain can conjure is one tiny flicker from a lone flame in his hand. However, it is still much more than she thought Sylvain would be able to do and for that, she is genuinely impressed.

Annette is also very much awestruck with Sylvain’s quick learning and happily informs the boy of this all the way to the dining hall. Sylvain is uncharacteristically quiet as he listens to the older mage praise him, but he is not yet skilled enough in the art of hiding behind a mask and the slight downward tilt of his lips does not go unnoticed.

“You really did an amazing job learning so much in such a short time, Sylvain! Don’t be too disappointed that you couldn’t do it.”

Sylvain gives a weak smile in return, but it is Felix who ultimately responds; one hand clasped tightly in the Gautier’s and the other one balled into a fist.

“Sylvain can do it. Just watch.”

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Dinner passes without much fanfare and the boys are eventually tucked in for the night. Claude and Byleth have long decided that a full-time night chaperone is no longer necessary; although occasionally, one of their friends will peek into the room in the dead of night before they retire, but very rarely do they find anything wrong that requires their attention. A week has already passed with no incident, so there should be no need to exhaust their soldiers by keeping them up at night.

Except this time, when Petra nudges the door to their room open – being extremely careful not to open it too fast lest the hinges squeak – she does not see any sign of Felix or Sylvain anywhere.

It is the dead of night, but Garreg Mach Monastery blazes alive with a flurry of panic at the toll of the emergency bell.

“You’re absolutely sure no one saw them leave their room?”

Seteth slams his palms on the table and interrogates the night shift guards; his brows furrowed and mind racing a mile a minute.

If the enemy has somehow managed to sneak into Garreg Mach and kidnap the children, then they are well and truly fucked. They may have to abandon their home base or at the very least do an extensive investigation of their current ranks and re-evaluate their current passive defense.

“There were no signs that a struggle was happening.” Petra voices from her place around the war table. “I am having confidence that they left with willingness.”

“Goddess, please keep them safe.” The situation leaves a bad taste in Flayn’s mouth; it is much too reminiscent of when she was kidnapped and although it has been years since the incident, the memories still plague her.

Byleth’s voice leaves no room for discussion, “everyone split up and search the grounds. Most of our facilities are locked up at night so that should help limit the number of places we need to search.”

Everyone dashes out of the room with their orders and branch off at the second floor corridor. Those once belonging to the Black Eagle house comb through the main hall while the former Blue Lion students check all surrounding independent buildings; the Golden Deer fanning out to cover the outdoor grounds of the monastery.

An hour passes. Then another. And another.

Soon it is 3 in the morning and the panic is truly beginning to set in, giving rise to an unsettling fear clawing its way up from the depths of the night.

“Dimitri, Dedue! Have you found anything?” Ingrid pants and skids to a halt just below the stairs to the Sauna; the rest of her Blue Lion classmates run up to join her and debrief their findings.

“Nothing,” Dedue’s tone is flat as usual but his strangled expression is enough to betray his underlying worry. “We have searched all the open buildings and the grounds. There is no sign of them at all.”

Annette is near tears now and Mercedes places a hand on her shoulder, offering her silent support even while she herself is fiddling with her shawl, an attempt to keep her mind occupied before it spirals.

“It’s not like them to run away,” Ashe frowns. “Did anything happen today? Were they acting weird at all?”

“Not really. All we did was practice magic at the training grounds.”

Mercedes frowns. “Perhaps they left something there and went back to retrieve it?”

“The training grounds should be locked at 11PM. No one should be able to get in or out until sunrise.” Dimitri shakes his head.

“Well then we’re clearly running out of ideas here!” Ingrid throws up her hands in frustration and rakes them through her hair which is on the verge of looking like a bird’s nest. “We’ve checked the dining hall and the greenhouse but –“

“Your Majesty.” Dedue’s raised voice cuts Ingrid short and they look over to see the doors to the training grounds swing open slowly with a slight push of the man’s hands. “The doors were not locked as we thought.”

It takes only a heartbeat for them to scramble through the large wooden doors and down the hallway, their rushed footsteps echoing like thunder in the stone corridor.

“Oh Goddess. I smell smoke. Does anyone else smell smoke?” If her heartbeat accelerates any more, Annette is pretty sure she will have a heart attack.

“It’s coming from over there!” Their King leads the charge towards the magical training arena where the smell of smoke is the thickest.

When they burst into the open area, they are prepared for the worst. Weapons are drawn and hands raised with spells on the tips of tongues, but the sight they are greeted with is enough to shock them into stasis.

There in the middle of the sandpit, hunched over and panting hard, albeit with a brilliant grin on his face, is Sylvain. The practice dummy a few feet in front of him is alit with flames, illuminating the room with an orange glow, casting shadows along the stone walls that flicker like a live audience.

And off to the side bundled up in a woolen teal blanket that they all recognize, is a tired, but extremely proud looking Felix Fraldarius staring directly at the newcomers.

“I told you he could do it!”

----

5. Sylvain has given Felix all the pieces of his fragile, fractured heart, even if he isn’t aware he possesses it.

Although once his greatest secret, Ignatz no longer hides his passion for art from his fellow Resistance Army members.

It’s not uncommon these days for people to find him at random places in the monastery with his art supplies sketching away at preserving a moment in time on blank paper forevermore.

Today, he is sitting on a bench next to a large oak tree, just a stone’s throw away from the main grounds. Beneath the shade and tucked between two large roots lie Sylvain and Felix, both completely tuckered out from their earlier attempts at climbing the towering tree. Sylvain is starfished on the ground with his arms stretched wide; to his left, Felix lays curled away from him with his head pillowed on the outstretched limb.

Sylvain and Felix have been the talk of the monastery for the past week and it is pretty obvious why. It’s not every day that you see two high ranking generals revert back to their child forms. Especially the most notorious bother-me-and-I’ll-bite-your-head-off and if-it-breathes-I’ll-flirt-with-it Generals to boot.

Of course, stories of their shenanigans and troublemaking usually fill the daily meal conversations, but there is one topic that floats above all else; the one that makes the maids in the kitchen giggle and even the burliest of knights crack a smile:

It is clear that even from a young age, Sylvain Jose Gautier and Felix Hugo Fraldarius are absolutely smitten with each other.

The two are inseparable and Ignatz is pretty sure that even a blind man would be able to see the absolute trust and unspoken devotion they have towards each other.

Ignatz has spent the day watching Felix and Sylvain, not just because it’s his turn to babysit, but also because he is fascinated with their bond. He had once thought that the Goddess was the most beautiful thing in the world, but the rawness and purity of their relationship fills him with more piety and awe than any portrait or statue of Sothis ever did.

It is like they are two parts of a well-oiled machine. Where one gives way, the other will step in to fill the gap; whenever Sylvain’s insecurities flare up, Felix is always there to chase the demons away with clumsy words and a physical display of affection, using his own body to ground his best friend and keep him close. Likewise, whenever tears well up in the youngest Fraldarius’ eyes (which is unfortunately quite often), Sylvain is there to wipe away the salty tracks and light up Felix’s heart with a smile warmer and brighter than sunshine.

Ignatz’s original plans were to draw the oak tree and the beautiful meadow of primrose flowers, but it seems that there will be a last minute change in muse.

Taking up his piece of charcoal, he begins the outline of what he thinks will be his fondest work to date.

Ignatz doesn’t know how long he spends sitting on that bench hunched over his sketchbook in silence with only the occasional birdsong floating through the silence. It’s so calm and peaceful that he doesn’t even notice that Sylvain has begun to stir until he looks up to find one of his subjects in a different position.

Leonie had warned him that Sylvain has a tendency towards nightmares. She had discovered that unfortunate fact in the first three days when each time she tip-toed into their room to check up on them, she found Sylvain wide awake with wild terror in his eyes and a sleepy Felix clinging to him comfortingly.

Strangely enough, Sylvain also does not startle awake from his nightmares. Instead, he slowly rouses himself as if from a deep sleep and if it weren’t for the glaze of lingering fear in his eyes, none would be able to tell that he had just woken up from a night terror.

That same glazed look is now flickering rapidly around him as if searching for the shadow of a monster that exists only within his mind.

“Sylvain…?”

Wild brown eyes finally settle on steady molten amber ones.

“Fe.”

“It’s okay, Sylvain. I’m here...”

Felix yawns and shuffles around until he is half wrapped around Sylvain with his left hand settling over Sylvain’s pounding heart.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you…” Small hands curl around the material of Sylvain’s shirt in a death grip. Felix’s loyalty and protectiveness so painfully evident even when the boy himself is half asleep. He manages to cling to the realm of the conscious for a little while longer, until the rapid thump thump thump of Sylvain’s heart slows to a steady lulling rhythm, pulling Felix back down under the veil of sleep.

Ignatz has silently watched this entire exchange and to be honest, he’s not really sure that Sylvain or Felix even remember that he is here with them. He cannot bring himself to make his presence known, so he continues to watch and observe.

He watches as the fear that was once in Sylvain’s eyes slowly recede again, the monsters inside his head vanquished in the company of his best friend. It only takes one more glance at the boy cuddled up to him with a hand protectively hovered over his heart to melt away the chains that bind him to the expectations of the people around him.

Here under this oak tree in a field of blooming young love, there is no crest or Miklan or nobility. There is only Felix and Sylvain.

Sylvain holds onto that truth as he wraps his free arm around the younger boy, tucking him more securely under his chin, letting the cool summer breeze lull him back to a dreamless sleep.

Ignatz pulls out a new page and starts a fresh outline. It takes him a little longer than anticipated to finish his drawing, but he figures it’s not such a bad thing since he likes this new version much better.

Later, as he trails after the now energetic boys back towards the monastery, Ignatz tucks his newest masterpiece securely under his arm, being very careful not to smudge the drawing or crease the paper.

After all, Claude did mention something about a wedding and Ignatz thinks that his drawing will make a fine gift.

----

Bonus: They’re just two idiots in love.

“Go away. Can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy my meal?”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Felix! You know, the younger you was much cuter. Definitely less prickly, too.” Dorothea pokes his cheek and snatches her hand away before Felix can stab it with his steak knife.

It’s been roughly a week since Felix and Sylvain have returned to their normal sizes, the dark magic having run its course and fizzling out without so much as a final spark. To the rest of the Army, this is a joyous occasion as it means that two of their best generals are now back to normal and can command them again. But to the last class of the academy… it is bittersweet.

Of course, they want their friends to return to normal. But that also means that Felix will go back to hissing and spitting with all the fury of a spooked cat and Sylvain will go back to seducing any individual that makes eye contact with him for longer than half a second.

“Better do as he says, Thea. Felix’s looking extra grumpy today and we wouldn’t want you to lose a pretty little finger.” Sylvain winks at her as he sets down his own meal and settles in the seat across from the swordsman.

The opera singer snorts, “right back to the flirting as usual. Save your hollow words for some other girl.”

“Ouch. Give a guy a break! I just recovered from a dark magic spell after all. Doesn’t that warrant some pity?”

“The only pity is that you immediately lost all your innocent and cute appeal when you reverted back to your regular body.”

Felix scowls at them, “if you insist on continuing your flirting, I’ll just eat my meal elsewhere.” He moves to stand but Sylvain is quicker and grabs his wrist, preventing him from moving.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Just stay, okay? Please? For me, Fe?”

Sylvain is looking at Felix with that expression which he knows he cannot resist and Dorothea takes this opportunity to slip away while the two engage in a silent conversation with only their eyes.

“Fine.”

Their meal continues with little fanfare and easy conversation. Around them, their old classmates are scattered in their own little groups and if they notice, none of them mentions anything about how everyone seems to avoid sitting at Felix and Sylvain’s table.

Easy conversation flows into dessert, or more specifically: Felix wordlessly giving Sylvain his peach sorbet and Sylvain beaming a rare genuine smile and promising to join him at the training grounds first thing tomorrow morning.

The sun is slowly dipping below the horizon when Sylvain and Felix gather up their dishes. On their way out of the dining hall, Ignatz stops them with a heartfelt congratulations and a bundled up package that looks suspiciously like one of his works.

“Congratulations? For what?” Artfully tousled red hair shifts as Sylvain tilts his head in confusion and reluctantly accepts the gift.

“O-oh, well Claude just said…”

Dread rises up from the pit of Felix’s stomach. “What did that schemer say this time?”

“…He said that you two were getting married.”

“What?!”

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Through the Years

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

Pairing: SJ/GD

2007

Taeyang nudges SJ forward but the younger girl’s slight frame takes it more as a shove. She lurches forward, mumbling under her breath and staring directly at the ground. She can’t look up. Can’t look him in the eyes. And why should she? He’s been nothing but a pain in her ass since day one, pushing her around and harassing her to her wits end.

“Say it,” Seunghyun tells her.

SJ crosses her arms and squares her shoulders before looking at Jiyong dead in the eye. “Happy birthday. Jerk.”

Daesung gasps and pulls SJ back, scolding her so quietly someone stumbling on the scene would think he’s saying nothing at all. SJ shakes away his hold on her with an annoyed huff.

“Thank you.” Jiyong’s smile is razor sharp, making SJ gulp audibly. That smile means something is coming. And it won’t be good for her.

2008

“I don’t wanna!” SJ whines the entire time Daesung drags her behind him. “Dae, he hates me! Why should I even show up?”

“Because we’re a group. Now come on.”

“Do you still have the gift I got for you to give him?” Taeyang peers at her curiously, searching for a square box hidden in her bag.

“No,” SJ answers with a bite to her tone. “I tossed it.”

“What?!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll give you your twenty bucks back.” She fishes around in her pocket. “Here.”

Taeyang groans. “SJ, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Watch me.”

“I don’t think any of us really want to,” Seungri mutters.

SJ’s brow arches. “What was that?”

“Just go be a bitch to him so we can get this over with and have fun. We’re all sick of it.” Seunghyun is the one to answer SJ, practically daring her to argue with the intensity of his gaze.

SJ’s eyes wander from Top to the bar where she notices Jiyong propped up on the counter. He’s chatting with some girl in a dress two sizes too small and makeup that looks like it was done in the dark. SJ’s stomach falls to the soles of her feet.

“See!” She gestures wildly. “He doesn’t even want to spend his birthday with us anyway! Just…” SJ pulls some change out of her pocket and shoves it towards one of the guys. She honestly doesn’t care who. “Give him this and tell him to get a condom out of that machine in the bathroom. It’s on me. Can’t have our precious leader catching an STD, can we?”

SJ storms out of the club.

Daesung looks between her and Jiyong. “She knows that’s Dara… right?”

Taeyang sighs. “I don’t think she cares.”

Seungri toys with the coins SJ gave him. “Who wants to give this to hyung?”

All of them groan.

2009

SJ sneaks quietly weaves through the other party goers, searching the dense crowd for Jiyong. He shouldn’t be this difficult to spot at his own birthday party but he’s sending her on one hell of a search.

“Oh, hyung!” SJ grabs Seunghyun’s arm, pulling him down to her height. “Have you seen GD around?”

Seunghyun points toward their kitchen. It seems like it takes far more effort than necessary, so SJ appreciates his drunken attempt. She pats him on the cheek, giggling at the way his eyes sparkle at the affection.

When SJ enters the kitchen GD is alone, nursing a can of beer. He grins at her crookedly when she approaches.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite girl in the world.” His words slur together and SJ’s suddenly struck by a feeling of discomfort. “You actually came this year.”

SJ grimaces. “Yeah.”

“Do I get a present this year?” Jiyong bats his eyelashes, giggling playfully.

She considers the gift card to one of his favorite music stores safely tucked away in her back pocket. A sense of outrage fills her suddenly. “My presence is your present, you jerk!”

She’ll just spend it on herself.

2010

SJ is… surprisingly pleased with herself. The entire day has passed, schedules are done, Jiyong’s birthday dinner wrapped up, and he still has no idea. No idea that the second he opens the door to his bedroom-

“PARK SOOJIN!”

SJ runs to his room, almost tripping over her own feet in excitement. She trows out her arms and yells “Happy birthday, hyung!”

Jiyong doesn’t know whether to be impressed or exasperated as balloon after balloon falls out of his bedroom and litters the hallway. “SJ, what the fuck?”

She deflates a little. “Don’t… don’t you like it?” Did she overthink how close they were getting? Was she misreading signs whenever he’d chuckle at one of her pranks on the other members? Did she just ruin everything good they had going between them?

When he sees the panic in her eyes he’s quick to reassure her. “No, no, no, it’s great! I was just shocked at first!”

Still not completely convinced, she points to his bed. “There’s more.”

He creeps in slowly, careful not to pop any of the balloons. His bed is absolutely covered in silly string and streamers, the colors alternating between red, black, gold, and white. Beneath all of that is a picture frame. It’s clearly hand painted, the designs intricate yet sloppy all at once. Jiyong smiles, brushes away the celebratory debris, and picks the frame up as if it’s the most precious thing he owns.

“Thank you, SJ.” And he means it.

“It’s from the day we found out we’d debut together.” SJ’s voice is soft, lost in memory. “Youngbae’s mom helped me track it down.”

Jiyong ruffles her hair before letting his hand slide down the side of her face and cup her cheek. “You’re the best.”

2011

“Jiyong!” SJ tugs on his leg in an attempt to drag him out of bed. “Come on! Let’s go!”

“I don’t want a party this year!” He kicks her away impatiently, not in the mood to go out. “I just want to stay in and spend it with the people I actually care about.”

“So, fuck us then, huh?”

He sits up at the sound of Dami’s voice. “I thought you were working!”

Dami shrugs. “When SJ calls I answer.”

“But when I call-” Jiyong doesn’t finish that sentence. “Never mind.”

“That’s what I thought.”

SJ perches on the edge of his bed, threading her fingers through his. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve seen your family… so I might’ve made a few phone calls and bought a few plane tickets. Don’t worry, you still don’t have to go out somewhere. Everyone is here.”

“And you’ll stay?”

She nods. “Whatever you want. It’s your day, Jiyong.”

2012

“SJ, seriously. It’s his birthday!” Daesung watches as SJ gets ready for her date with Siwon.

“You think I don’t know that?” She shoots him a glare that’s equal parts amusing and terrifying. “It’s not like I can just ring up Unicef and be like ‘hey can you reschedule this whole charity gala thing? It’s my best fri-”

Daesung’s entire demeanor perks up. “It’s your what? Go ahead, SJ. Finish your sentence.”

SJ rolls her eyes. “I’ll be back before midnight. I’ll just see him then.”

“Alright, Cinderella.”

She’s not back by midnight.

Jiyong waits up expectantly, heart growing heavier and heavier with each minute that passes by. She’s never missed his birthday before. Never. Maybe that’s the exact moment his hatred for Siwon started, burning so bright and so intense it colors his every action around SJ’s boyfriend. Fuck, the word hurts to even think.

So he just goes to bed.

The clock glows 2:32 am when Jiyong feels his bed dip and slender arms wrap around his waist. He shifts around so he and SJ are face to face.

“I’m-”

Jiyong shakes his head. “Don’t say you’re sorry.”

SJ’s cheeks puff up. “I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to say: I’m all yours for the next twenty four hours. I know I’m a shitty friend for choosing the gala over you, but I’m not leaving your side again until this time tomorrow. You’ll be absolutely sick of me.”

Jiyong hides his grin by pulling her into a tight hug. “God, you’re such a little punk. What the hell am I gonna do with you?”

He can practically hear the smile in her voice. “Love me anyway?”

2013

“What the fuck is this?” Jiyong pulls the blindfold down and looks around the bright white studio. His eyes immediately find SJ’s who simply smiles and gestures around her.

“Ta da! It’s yours!”

“What’s mine?”

“This.” SJ skips around. “This whole place! You can use it as an art studio. I know you’re really into that lately and your apartment doesn’t really have enough room so… do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” Jiyong looks around in awe. “I fucking love it.” He picks her up and spins her around, planting a kiss on her cheek as he lowers her back on the ground. “SJ, you’ve got a beautiful fucking soul, babe.”

“I expect your first work to be for me.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

2014

SJ looks mildly upset. Okay, so, maybe Jiyong’s downplaying it a little. She looks absolutely devasted.

“SooJin?” He gets no response. “Kitten?”

SJ huffs. “Don’t call me that. I don’t deserve it.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t know what to get you this year,” she wails pathetically. “And when I finally found something Kiko mentioned you might think it’s dumb…”

Jiyong can’t help but laugh. “SJ, I think you know me a little better than Kiko. What was it?”

SJ bites her lips nervously. “Well…”

“SJ. Show me. It’s my birthday present anyway.”

She huffs in annoyance. “Fine.” She fishes through her bag and pulls out a little keychain. “I know it’s not much but I thought it was cute and reminded me of you. It’s a g dragon.”

He runs his thumb over the tiny dragon, curving and twisting its body in a way that makes it look like a capital G. The laughter bubbles up in his chest, spilling out of him before he can repress it.

“SJ, this is adorable. I love it.”

SJ blushes, quietly saying, “I mean… I thought you would.”

2015

“Sooo…” SJ threads her fingers between Jiyong’s and swings their arms as they walk through Times Square. “You know how I’m, like, the best gift giver ever?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you might actually hate me this year.”

“What? Why?”

Instead of saying anything, SJ points up to one of the many, many screens above their heads. There, in all its neon glory, is single handedly the most embarrassing photograph Jiyong has ever seen of himself. He’s asleep, mouth wide open, stubble across his chin, and his eyes are half open. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE PRINCE accompanies the picture in bold while lettering.

“You have five seconds,” Jiyong mutters.

“Oh shit!” SJ doesn’t hesitate before taking off through the crowd. “Remember how much you love me!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

2016

Jiyong eyes the kitchen table with rapt interest. Every single Dragon Ball related movie or tv series sits in front of him, teasing him, begging him to just dive in. But he can’t. SJ made sure of that.

“SJ, come on,” he whines. “This is my birthday! Why do I have to wait?”

“Calm down you big baby. I’m almost done.” She hurries out of the bathroom and shoves a bunch of fabric in his arms. “Go change.”

“Are these… matching pajamas?”

“Yep! Now go!” SJ pushes him towards the bathroom so she can pop in the first dvd. He emerges from the bathroom not even a minute later, looking cute and cuddly and every bit the dork she knows he is.

“Aww,” she coos. “Look at you.”

Jiyong rolls his eyes and plops down on the couch. “I feel like I’m in one of your weird wet dreams.”

“You wish. Now, are you ready to start from the very beginning?”

Jiyong considers her words and feels vaguely sentimental. This really is starting from the beginning. The beginning of them. Or, uh, their friendship. Yeah, friendship.

“I can feel you getting sappy on me, Kwon,” SJ teases.

He clears his throat, picking his cat up off the floor and settling the tiny creature in his lap. “Play the damn dvd.”

“Yes, sir.”

2017

“Okay, so,” SJ sets a book down in front of Jiyong. It creates a heavy thud against the wooden table as she does so. “I can’t take full credit for this one. You’re mom helped me out with it and I’ve sort of had the idea for a couple years now. I figured with Kwon Jiyong being out now it’s an appropriate time to give it to you.”

“Babe, you’re rambling.” Jiyong chuckles.

SJ nods. “Right. Sorry.”

“It’s cute.”

“I’m not cute!” She shakes her head as if trying to keep herself on track. “Anyway, you’re mom had all of the pre-2009 photos. The rest of them are ones I had.”

Jiyong starts flipping through the book. It’s red leather, his name embossed in gold lettering on the front. The whole thing is cool and smooth to the touch, each page painstakingly put together with effort and love. Most of the photos he’s seen before. Some of the more recent ones… well, those are new.

“You took these?” He asks in pure awe.

SJ nods. “I like candids. The ones where you aren’t looking. That’s my favorite.” She points to a photo of him onstage. The angle makes it seem like he’s larger than he is, more important than he is. He’s standing on his own but laughing at something going on off camera, smile stretching from ear to ear. In one of his hands is his mic. In the other is SJ’s own outstretched hand.

Jiyong makes a promise to himself that night as SJ heads back to her own place that she’s never getting away from him. Ever.

2018

“Hyung!” SJ pops out from behind Jiyong’s father with a gorgeous, blinding smile. “Happy birthday.”

“Oh, SJ, really. Again with the hyung?” Jiyong’s mother scolds her half-heartedly.

Dami laughs. “Careful, Mom. You’re scolding your future daughter-in-law.”

“I’m aware.”

SJ rolls her eyes before sitting herself firmly by Jiyong’s side. He almost can’t believe it. She looks so good. So healthy. Her skin is practically glowing and even without makeup she’s completely flawless. She’s gained some weight from touring, softening her curves and face. Her femininity is undeniable and Jiyong finds himself more attracted to her than ever. If this is the difference a few months can make he wonders what a whole year will bring.

“I’ve got your present.” SJ pulls out a little box from her bag and pushes it across the table, the wrapping already partially coming off, but it’s fine and all the more endearing because it just means SJ did it herself.

Jiyong has to hide the grin on his face when he pulls out a silver bracelet, a bejeweled blue jay handing from the delicate chain. His heart melts when she fastens it around his wrist, her fingers lingering a second longer than necessary.

“So you won’t forget me,” she says with a shy smile.

Jiyong scoffs because what the fuck. How could he ever? “You’re full of it,” he answers with a smile that says everything he can’t quite yet

2019

Life… doesn’t get better than this, Jiyong decides as he watches his father toss an arm around SJ and give her a quick side hug after she laughs particularly hard at one of his dumb jokes. His mother also watches them with a fondness in her eyes while Dami… well, Dami’s got her eyes on Jiyong.

“When’s the wedding,” she leans over and whispers in his ear.

It’s unbecoming of a soldier to blush but Jiyong can’t help how the tips of his ears burn bright pink. “Shut up.”

“Has she given you your present yet?”

“N-no.” Jiyong doesn’t like her tone or the teasing sparkle in her eye.

Dami makes a shock sound. “Really? Allow me to wrap this up then.”

“Dami, what are you-”

“It’s been real, lil bro, but I think we should all be heading out. Right, Mom?”

Jiyong’s mother (already aware SJ’s present is a little on the private side) responds in the affirmative after a moment of shock. “Oh, yes, I’m exhausted. How about you, dear?”

Jiyong’s father shakes his head. “I’m fine.” His wife elbows him in the ribs. “I mean, yes, let’s go. I’m tired.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, love.” Jiyong’s mother gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “SooJin, sweetheart, why don’t you stay a while longer? We’ll meet you back at the hotel tonight.”

“Not if it goes well,” Jiyong’s dad rumbles. He gives a hearty laugh when Dami shushes him dramatically.

“Well that was…” Jiyong blinks in confusion. “Actually, I don’t know what that was.”

“Cringe?” SJ offers the word up with an awkward laugh.

He nods and silence settles. It’s strange. Usually things aren’t this tense and weird between them. Usually their silences are comfortable. Easy. Hardly noticeable. This one hangs heavy on Jiyong’s heart, convincing him he’s done something horribly, terribly, utterly wrong.

“SJ-”

He’s shocked when she moves from her spot across the restaurant table to sit right beside him. He’s even more shocked that she moves in closer, pressing her hands to his firm chest, openly admiring the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. This is out of character. SJ would never… would she? Is this why his parents were in such a rush to leave? To give them alone time?

“What are you doing?” His voice is thick, barely audible, drowning in lust and confusion. “SJ… what’s going on?”

Her eyes flicker up to his, deep pools of the most delicious chocolate. “I have a present for you.”

She moves slowly like she’s scared of running him off. It’s slightly ridiculous in Jiyong’s opinion. The only place he has any intention of running to is straight towards her. Fully, openly, happily. When their lips meet he can’t hear anything but the sound of blood rushing in his ears, flooding a little further down south. Her lips fit against his perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He grips her hips and pulls her closer, throwing his everything into the kiss. This may be the only time he ever gets this, so why not make the most of it?

“Jiyong,” SJ moans as she breaks the kiss. “I… just… look, listen to this later, okay?” She pats his front pocket where she slipped in a tiny USB drive during the kiss. “And happy birthday.”

Later that night as he’s alone- blessedly, strangely, alone- he plugs the USB into his laptop. There’s only one music file available and he clicks on it instantly. The opening chords are soothing yet dramatic. He recognizes it as SJ’s work before her voice even starts up. He closes his eyes and for four minutes loses himself in the music. It’s not until the very end that he realizes.

The song was his birthday present.

The song was for him.

Park “I can’t write love songs without outside help” SooJin composed and produced a whole love song for him.

Jiyong’s head starts spinning. What does this mean? Where does it leave them? Instead of overthinking things he chooses to replay the song again and again until he blinks and the sun is peaking hazy over the horizon.

#bigbang au #bigbang 6th member au #sj au

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kegareki · 5 years

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alright let’s see what episode 2 of castlevania has in store! i didn’t put episode 1 under a cut because it’s Episode 1 but i’m gonna start doing that.

the episode starts with trevor belmont sitting at a table far from the counter and he’s got his hand leaning against his forehead to cover the side of his face facing the counter, while people at the counter go “it’s all about those old families like the belmonts who control ALL the power and go to war with each other.” like that’s so cute actually. he’s trying to hide himself as if he is Visibly Belmont.

also? last episode i said trevor was cute and i’m still right

as the people talk, trevor’s expressions... he goes to the counter like “i’m sorry, can i get another ale? i think i’m sobering up” and i am for some reason charmed

as trevor’s searching for his coin purse, the guy who’s been saying all the stuff notices the emblem on trevor’s chest. “hey, what’s that on your chest?” “oh... my shirt.”

“that’s a family crest. i know it.” trevor, immediately: “i don’t.” and goes back to asking for another fucking ale i’m

OH NO THE GUY WANTS TO START A FIGHT AND TREVOR JUST WANTS A FUCKING DRINK!!! HE’S LIKE OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT FORGET IT I’M JUST GONNA GO AND THE GUY IS LIKE NO YOU FUCKING DONT!!! AND TREVOR IS LIKE GHhhhh

trevor’s cape looks so fucking heavy. i want to wear it. i was wrong: it’s not just a fur-lined collar, it’s a damn MANTLE of fur, and i Want To Wear It

“everyone knows the belmonts dealt in black magic. the belmonts dealt with monsters.” trevor’s voice, heretofore light and soft, goes LOW and ANNOYED when he growls in reply, “the belmonts fought monsters, son,” and then he blinks and catches himself and his voice lightens back up, “... so i’m told. this is just an old shirt.”

NOT TO LIKE, BE ATTRACTED ON MAIN, BUT

i had to go to youtube to find this scene so that i could screencap to show you guys

LIKE HE’S CUTE RIGHT? LIKE HE’S SCRUFFY-CUTE???

HE GETS KICKED IN THE NUTS TWICE DURING THIS FIGHT GHDFLKDFJ THE SECOND TIME HE’S LIKE “COULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY TESTICLES ALONE?”

“i’m trevor fucking belmont, and i’ve never lost a fight to man nor fucking beast.”

immediately afterwards he gets shoved to the ground and decked with a fucking chair

the gore isn’t my favorite--i really. don’t. like watching gore lmfao--but this is about on the same level of jojo part 1 so far. like it’s uncomfortable and i would like to look away, but it isn’t so much that i feel nauseous, like when i tried to watch tokyo ghoul

trevor’s quips are so cute... he travels to the next town, where the bat-people (called goblins in the subtitles? okay) are seen fleeing, and he looks at the uh. barricaded front gate. trevor mutters to himself: “no one’s getting in, and no one’s getting out. pretty sure they wouldn’t do that just to deny me breakfast.”

oh gd he’s getting in through the sewage system. press f to pay your respects

he gets through the sewage system and he DOESN’T have to kill a guard because the guard is literally sleeping standing up. today’s your lucky day, guard man

trevor takes the steps down two at a time. this is either because the animators went “anyway fuck stairs” or trevor is just Like That.

UGH I WISH NETFLIX WOULD LET ME SCREENSHOT BECAUSE SOMETIMES THE TREVOR SHOTS ARE SO PRETTY

oh gddammit i realized who he was reminding me of. joseph joestar from jojo. i fucking hate this.

trevor is a good boy who doesn’t steal. he goes and talks to pretty much everyone in the market square, asking abt the situation, asking abt who’s defending the town, etc. he’s walkin some other way when he crosses paths with two priests and a speaker (still not really sure what a speaker is, exactly...) and, although they veer off into a side path, he stops walking to hear what’s going on. and the two priests are, of course, threatening the speaker. trevor mutters to himself “keep walking” but he doesn’t move and when one of the priests tells the speaker that this is the last sunrise he’ll ever see, trevor Sighs and lashes forward with his whip to take the weapon out of the priest’s hand

Being A Good Person And Meddling Into Others’ Affairs Is So Tiring, Says The Sigh Of Trevor Belmont, Last Of The Belmonts

aw trevor. he says that he’s just gonna go find some food and drink to get drunk and eat, maybe find a tall tree to watch gresit (the town) fall to dracula’s creatures, but when he’s about to leave his Good Person Bone hits him and he’s like “... if i find your [missing] grandchild, will you leave?” because he doesn’t want the speakers to die when they can just LEAVE and Not Die

gd honestly i really like how trevor is voiced? his voice is normally soft and a bit breathy and when he’s Angry or Frustrated it goes Low. it sounds nice

#keg watches #castlevania spoilers -/

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panda-noosh · 5 years

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General boyfriend/husband/dad HCs for GD please!!!

Boyfriend:

Jiyong likes to pretend like he’s a chill and cool boyfriend.

he likes to pretend that he just lucked out and got you as a partner. he likes to pretend that it doesn’t fuck with his brain every single day.

and he is chill when it’s just you and him. you two can lay in bed for hours, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you genuinely talk like two best friends, because that’s really what you are.

it’s whenever he’s in public that the chill side of him disappears.

he gets so flustered when he’s asked about you, it’s actually hilarious.

interviewers know this, meaning they naturally ask about you almost every single time they see him; and they tease him, which just makes it all ten times worse.

they’ll genuinely just ask how you are or something simple like that, and Jiyong’s face will light up in embarrassment and he’ll get all flustered, and he’ll have that cute lil shy smile on his face that tells his band mates and the world that he lowkey wants to keep talking about you, but just doesn’t know what to say.

so he’ll just slowly nod and say, “yeah, they’re fine. great, actually,” and they’re will be this wispy look on his face, accompanied by that shy smile, as the image of you appears in his head.

the entire world knows that he’s head over heels in love with you purely because of that look he always gets on his face, but god forbid he ever show that much affection in real life.

he’s gotta keep up his cool guy persona, you know?

Husband:

we love a newly-wed couple!!

i’m gonna throw this out there right now and say that Jiyong is the most Natural Husband in the world.

you know what i mean? like, he’s just good at being a husband.

being your boyfriend was all fun and games, but after about a year and a half of dating, he was basically your husband anyway.

he loves them stupid little spouse fights that he sees on tv all the time. he thinks they’re so amusing.

he does it just to tease you sometimes. you two will be sat in the kitchen and you’ll tell him that it’s his turn to do the big grocery shop this week, and even though he knows full well that it is, indeed, his turn, he’ll turn to you and say, “I did it last week.”

it’s purely just to wind you up, and you know that because as soon as you start getting wound up, he’s grinning from ear to ear and watching you with that look of absolute fondness on his face.

don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t drive you crazy all the time. he has his nice moments.

he’s the type of husband who would go to, like, a yoga class with you or something, just because he wants to be involved in the things you enjoy as well.

he’s also the type of husband who would notice you having a bad day and come home with something simple to cheer you up; a small present, maybe some take out. and then he’ll spend the night cuddling with you on the sofa, letting you know that he’s here and he always will be.

whenever you ask him why he’s taking the day off to care for you, he’ll say something like, “I made my vows to you, not the company,” and honestly that’s just … sweet.

Dad:

his kids are his entire world and you cannot tell me differently.

in the beginning, i can imagine he was very shy and nervous when it came to actually caring for his children. he felt like he was unpractised and not good enough to be left alone with them, so for the first few days, he was a little bit jumpy and anxious.

despite this, he still made it clear that he loved his child with all of his heart and soul.

as time passed, though, he almost craved that alone time with his child. he would get up in the night instead of you, and not just to give you a break - purely because he wanted to see his kid, hold them close to him for a few moments whilst everyone else was asleep.

he cries when his kid goes to school for the first time.

he’s the type of parent that would be kneeled down in front of their kid at the school gate, tapping their coat pockets and checking their school bag and their lunch box to make sure they have absolutely everything.

and then when it’s time for them to leave, he crushes them into a big hug, tells them to have a good day, and then gets all emotional on the way back to the car.

he’ll yell at his kids and make sure they know they’ve done wrong, but the anger really doesn’t last long.

in his head, it’s like getting mad at your best friend. his kids will do something wrong, and he’ll discipline then, but then like an hour later he’s knocking on their bedroom door like, “so y’all wanna go get ice cream?”

also probably makes them all wear matching Christmas jumpers at Christmas

#request #jiyong request

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nighttimepixels · 7 years

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these frames from the video, anon? thank you so much ;v; yeah they’re my favorite too OTL|||

as for how/why they match my hcs... oof. oh gods. how do i go into this. hmmm... well, perhaps my writing will demonstrate what i mean a little better? so... here’s a little thing below exploring a bit of those feelings (and hopefully showing a bit of what i mean).

“SO HOW’D YOU GET INTO MAKING NICE CREAM ANYWAYS, NICECREAMPANTS?”

“Little buddy, boy do I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”

Blue grinned at the cat bundled up against the cold leaning against his cart. He handed over the gold pieces for his treat, an indulgence he liked to Sneak when he knew his brother was napping too deeply at his station to give him grief - and puns, always with the puns - for his slight sugar addiction. Stretch didn’t have a bone to stand on with his honey habits, but that didn’t pose much of a dilemma for his conscience, apparently.

The cartkeeper passed him a Nice Cream with a roll of his eyes, but there was a smile hidden at the edges of his grumbling mouth that Blue caught even still.

“ALRIGHT THEN, PANTS, HOW ABOUT THAT-”

“Why the stone would that make any more sense- I- everyone wears pants-”

“WELL IF YOU WANT TO GET TECHNICAL ABOUT IT, MUFFET ACTUALLY WEARS DRESSES, AND THERE ARE SEVERAL BUNNIES THAT STICK TO CUTE SHIRTS-”

“Stars, fine, fine - just - stick stick with Kat, okay?” the cartkeeper stuck his hands out in defeat, looking exhausted and flustered at once.

“... CAT,” Blue said slowly.

He couldn’t help the grin spreading wider on his face.

“Kat,” was the short, emphatic reply.

Blue snickered, but had the heart to quiet it quickly and simply flash Kat another winning smile. He was met with another eye roll, though as always Blue caught the body language hidden behind his conversational companion’s bristly exterior - the monster was good-natured at heart, just... a kid who was angry at what he saw as his lot in life.

“SO, HOW YOU GOT INTO THIS BUSINESS...?” Blue prompted, gesturing vaguely with his wrapped ice cream at Kat’s cart.

Kat sighed. “I mean, I wanted to get into show business, little buddy, I won’t lie. Or, really, the music business. But uh, that doesn’t pay for itself, and with my... employer only working in ‘affordable unpaid internships’ right now, I had to do something to make ends meet.” Kat was talking with his paws now, gesturing expressively as Blue leaned against his cart and nodded with an empathetic wince, encouraging him to continue. “Muffet wouldn’t hire me - something about being surrounded by too much fur as it was-” Blue nodded again, this time having to work at fighting down a shudder, given his present company- “So I figured, why not do my own thing? It’s not much, and to be honest, little buddy, you’re one of my only regular customers, but at least it’s something.”

Blue whistled low, his expression still empathetically understanding. “I’M SORRY TO HEAR THAT THINGS ARE SO COMPLICATED FOR YOU, KAT,” he said, offering a smile as only he could as he spoke. Kat shrugged, but he looked a little lighter for his talking. Blue began to unwrap his Nice Cream, still talking. “BUT YOU KNOW? ANYONE LIKE YOU WHO COULD HAVE THE KIND OF INSIGHT TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE NICE CREAMS TO MAKE ENDS MEET WHILE PURSUING THEIR DREAMS... I THINK IT’LL WORK OUT FOR YOU, I REALLY DO. I BELIEVE IN YOU.”

Kat’s eyes were darting side to side, a flush on his face and looking decidedly as though he were looking for microphones, or for someone to jump out and tell him it was all a prank.

Blue chuckled as he slid the wrapper off his ice cream, catching Kat’s eye again. “I MEAN IT, KAT. THIS ISN’T ONE OF MY - INCREDIBLY EXCELLENT - JAPES. OH, BUT I DO HAVE TO ASK - WHAT GAVE YOU THE IDEA TO HAVE THE NICE MESSAGES INSIDE?”

Still flushing, Kat crossed his arms and looked to the side, looking pleased but frustrated. “I mean, sometimes it’s just nice to have that little boost, y’know? I mean, I know you wouldn’t understand, but not all of us can have your confidence.”

Blue froze. His voice stuck in his chest, no longer quite sure how to speak. His gaze, already on the wrapper, read the message.

You’re not alone! Keep going, buddy.

Kat continued speaking, oblivious to Blue’s sudden quiet.

“I mean, you’ve got all kinds of friends, you believe in yourself, yaddayadda... it’s gotta be nice, right? But since we can’t all have that... I figured it might be nice to get that when you’re treating yourself, or something.”

“YES, OF COURSE. EVERYONE DESERVES THAT KIND OF COMPANIONSHIP,” Blue said, his voice finding strength somehow.

Kat nodded. “Yeah, so, uh, that’s what’s up with all that. Anyways, thanks I guess, for always stopping by,” he muttered, his tone betraying the genuine appreciation buried beneath his blase tone.

Blue grinned at him, his eyes shut as a laugh escaped him. “OF COURSE! YOU TRULY HAVE THE NICEST TREATS AROUND, KAT!”

He strolled off with a triumphant laugh, crossing the bridge in a quick stride as Kat groaned something about ‘being as bad as his brother’ behind him.

As soon as he rounded the corner of the path, officially out of sight, Blue’s hands crept up to his arms, crossing over his chest, clutching slightly at the sturdy bone of his upper arm.

‘You’ve got all kinds of friends.’

His boots barely scuffed the compacted snow path as he made his way through his puzzles, barely sparing a glance for the convoluted steps and switches he triggered to pass by.

‘Not all of us can have your confidence.’

He slid along the stretch of icy cliff-surround path lined with trees that came up next, retreating further and further away from Snowdin. At the last second he reached a hand up, snagging a thick branch overhead, swinging easily into the line of trees and finding his footing along the thick branches.

‘You wouldn’t understand.’

A few lithe climbing steps later and his boot met the hidden wooden planking he had laid high above the heads of any passerby, obscured behind the thick line of trees. Barely dusted with snow thanks to the thick branches still above - even this high in the trees - he quickly made his way along the winding path, voices echoing in his head. Whispers covered with too-bright smiles at his passing or drunken slurring from people without remaining filters or environment awareness.

Quick glances at his bright smile, diminutive but well-intended pats on the shoulder when he lended a hand, grumbles at his Hope, quick excuses made to leave when he walked up to join a conversation.

He reached the end of his walkway, emerging on a small platform tucked just safe of prying eyes in the treeline, but hanging with the trees at the edge of a cliff into the darker, colder limits of this part of the Underground. In the distance, snow clouds gathered, their magic coalescing right on time, catching the ever-present dim-lit winter glow of Snowdin’s cave.

He’s so sweet, but he just wouldn’t get it, y’know? His brother handles all the dirty work in the background, I bet - how else could a guy be so sheltered and positive all the time? Catch a human? Please... Even if we do get another one down here, no way he’d really do it. If he’s not hiding something, then he’s just unrelatable, y’know? I don’t even want to be around him for that long, stars. He doesn’t know how to read a room, does he? Not the brightest crystal in the cave, really. He’s too loud. He’s too innocent. He’s too different.

Blue’s legs folded up underneath him and he fell onto the decking, biting back the choked sound that threatened to pull out of his chest. His soul ached, stars did it ache, but he wouldn’t let himself fall apart. He couldn’t afford to. Not today. Not again. Not ever.

He let his legs dangle over the edge of the deck. His hands gripped the edge of the deck as he leaned forward, blinking away the magic that was prickling painfully at the corners of his eyesockets.

The cave fell to near darkness so far below the higher level of the cave he and Snowdin laid at, but the glint of a distant warm fire from some of the more reclusive residents of the lower levels of the cave twinkled against the encroaching dark.

"hey, bro.”

Blue’s eyesockets tugged at the edge, and his downturned mouth tugged upwards.

“HEY, PAPY.”

Stretch stood next to Blue after barely a moment. Another moment or two passed, and then Stretch plopped down next to him. One leg bent upwards as he rested his foot at the edge of the deck, the other joined Blue in dangling over the edge. The smell of pine and cloves drifted soft on the air, borne on wisps of smoke.

“how was the Nice Cream?”

“... DUNNO WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.”

“you dropped half of it at the edge of one of your puzzles.”

“... WELL, HECK,” Blue groaned softly. He didn’t mean to waste it. He didn’t even remember eating half of it, though, if he was honest with himself.

They were quiet for another minute. The snow-laden clouds fluffed out and darkened at the opposite end of the cavern, slowly growing closer.

“... ER, SORRY, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU ONE, BUT I FIGURED YOU WERE ASLEEP,” Blue ventured.

“i was,” Stretch replied. Blue tilted his head to shoot him a disapproving look. Stretch simply winked at him, a lazy grin on his face, a dog treat hanging from his mouth. Stretch took the moment to blow a puff of smoke at Blue’s forehead.

Blue rolled his eyelights, but his mouth picked up into a soft grin despite it. “YOU KNOW, THE DOG GUARD ACTUALLY THINKS THOSE ARE DOG TREATS.”

Stretch chuckled. “funny what power a name has. i dunno where they think i’d be getting boxes of dog treats down here, rather than just making some medicinal herb stuff.” He laughed harder then, a single short sound that made Blue’s browbone pick up in question. Stretch shook his head, one hand going to half-heartedly cover his mouth. “didya see GD the other day? he was so proud for ‘catching’ that snowman that he demanded extra treats. ended up taking a nap in the middle of a snow poff for half the day, and LD’s still ticked about slipping in the frozen puddle of drool he left.”

Blue couldn’t help the snort that escaped him - it quickly turned into outright laughter, though he had the good graces to feel bad about it - still, he shoved lightly at Stretch as he dissolved into laughter at the mental image. Stretch grinned wider, snickering.

“YOU’RE THE WORST,” Blue groaned, still grinning.

“hey, i checked up on him to make sure he didn’t get snow in his nose. you ever smell morning breath on a dog? i oughta be made a saint.”

Blue just shook his head, his hands moving to rest on the deck just behind him so he could lean back. Another moment passed, and then his grin grew mischievously.

Stretch caught it right away, his own grin growing. “... oh man. lay it on me, bro.”

Blue’s eyelights met his brother’s as he spoke slowly. “SO, LD’S TICKED, HUH? MIGHT NEED TO GET HIM TO THE CAPITAL TO SEE A VET ABOUT THAT.”

A beat passed.

“bro. oh my stars. bro. bro.” Stretch clutched his chest. “bro i’m so proud, holy shit-”

Blue shoved lightly at Stretch again, laughing at his reaction as Stretch pretended to swoon. “C’MON WE BOTH KNOW THAT I’M THE TRUE MASTER OF JOKES-”

“hey, hey, no need to get ugly, don’t go tryin’ to steal my throne-”

“YOU NEED FINESSE!”

“i’d say we both need fine ass-”

A tiny blue bone bounced off of Stretch’s forehead at incredible speed. Stretch’s hand clapped to his forehead to rub at the spot as he glared at his brother, the expression marred by the smug grin on his face.

Blue got to his feet and stretched before turning with his hands on his hips to look at his brother. “ALRIGHT YOU LAZYBONES, C’MON. I STILL NEED TO RESET MY PUZZLES - AND SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT YOU DO TOO.”

“bro, you wound me with your completely accurate assumptions.”

Stretch was on his feet in the moment Blue glanced to the clouds getting close.

“YES, YES, MY POWERS OF OBSERVATION ARE SECOND TO NONE,” Blue said, waving a hand and smiling. He glanced back at his brother before starting the walk back towards the normal route through the forest. Stretch followed him, his sneakers scuffing lazily along the walkway.

“... OH, AND PAPY?”

“yeah, bro?”

“THANKS.”

A moment passed as they walked in quiet.

“i’ve got your back, Blue.”

Blue smiled. “I’VE GOT YOURS, TOO.”

#undertale #underswap #us sans #us pap #nighttimepixels art #headcanon central #ahhhh i hope this is alright #long post #mmm just wanted to explore a bit #hopefully i wrote well enough to show... but basically i hc that (like ut pap) blue is definitely super positive and kind (and sassy)#but he takes on the burdens for those he cares about and bears it without complaining #and he's sweet to everyone #but bc he's energetic/positive/helpful to a T/etc people just think of him as being 'too innocent/kind/etc' to be relatable #so they don't even try #so really he only has stretch to talk to and joke with #(well outside alphys once that happens)#so even though he's super kind and likes to joke around #people just... don't get it or don't wish to #and they think he's unobservant/naive even though he's the exact opposite #so he knows precisely what everyone thinks of him #and even though he refuses to let their trapped situation and the growing frustration of monsterkind get to him #and even though he stays strong and positive to boost up others and most importantly to be a source of strength for stretch #(who he knows very well is depressed and hides anything that troubles him)#blue is still... lonely #and worried #but it's in his nature to fight those feelings by bottling them up and continuing to try and continuing to be supportive and bright #i mean i view the swap universe not just as 'the other personality put in foil's body'#but as 'foil's role/personality quirks in the matching character... WITH the original's underlying tendencies/etc'#... -lays down on the ground-#welcome to feelsville - population: me and my hcs

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palteringcecutiency · 7 years

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==> Psii: Yesterday, update your dancestor.

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PC: First off, turn off your alerts, good lord. PC: Second off, would you mind terribly if we left pretenses at the door and mangled our way through this, because it remains important but my skull is about to split open and finding all the right keys is remarkably taxing. GD: ii hone2tly dont giive a fuck riight now how you talk GD: ii'm not even typing, welcome two my 2tream of consciiou2ne22 PC: thank fucking god PC: you lucky bastard i wish i couldr ight now PC: anyway PC: found some shit out PC: its a mess PC: shocking no one GD: oh ii ju2t love more me22e2 two clean up GD: my ab2olutely favoriite pre2ent GD: happy new cycle two me GD: [confettiiii] PC: how about this for a present PC: you dont have to clean it up PC: i havent eevn mentioned you yet PC: and im sure as fuck not expecting you to PC: the shti that got all this stirred up should be doing allthe work PC: at least if he as any fucking sense PC: please god GD: oh thank ble22ed fuck2 GD: what ii2 iit ii'm not cleaniing up PC: okay first you gotta promise me youre not gonna get murderous PC: super fucking pissed off? im righ tthere with oyu PC: ready to strangle people? i have a jacket ready PC: but its really fucking hard to make him fix it if hes dead and god knows if hes gonna learn thats how he will PC: so im asking you as a personal favor to let me vouch for him in this case GD: for fuck2 2ake GD: ii piinky 2wear ii wont fly off the handle and go murder 2omeone 2peciifiically becau2e of the iinformatiion you're about two unveal PC: okay good PC: thank you PC: i said id help im get a chance to fix shit so this means a lot PC: makaras 'war' with the fae is an escalating shitstorm thats starting to sweep in other people on purpose and darkleer was the latest victim PC: hell be okay but hes pretty shaken up PC: ive got him tho so hes already solved PC: but he was delivered specifically with a message that was political talk for 'were gotnna start invovilng people that associate you since you captured and tried to kill me the prince dude' PC: sunfall was his name PC: 'and were giving this one back 'cause were so nice' PC: also fucking bullshit for the record PC: both sides of this thing are reprehensible PC: did i spell that right PC: i dont think i care GD: honly fuckiing 2hiitball2 GD: we told them that we weren't goiing two get iinvolved iin that dii2pute GD: we were extremely fuckiing expliiciit about how we were not takiing 2iide2 or iinvolviing our2elve2 iin that bull2hiit GD: and they're fuckiing GD: draggiing u2 iin anyhow?? GD: ii'm glad darkleer ii2 okay but we made our po2iitiion extremely clear about how we felt about kiidnappiing2 the la2t tiime they took 2omeone PC: yes well im thinking they dont do well with listening PC: apparently ampora sent one of them back into the woods with an offering to mediate and part of the message back was a facny 'go fuck yourself' addressed to him PC: oh and did i mention that zahhak got returned by marching him through the city to the castle gates PC: cause that was a thing PC: which is why the door was busted PC: zahhak was understandably furious GD: u g h GD: my head hurt2 far two much for thii2 complete ranciid fe2teriing bull2hiit GD: do you know what DL'2 favoriite alcohol ii2 by chance? PC: anything brandy or old though hell take shit to make into booze too PC: specially honey PC: but i have good news PC: not only do you not need to get involved PC: makara told me that hes afraid to stop this war for fear of retaliation PC: so i suggested he go to sky since hes the one talking to them PC: to work with him and get help PC: cooperate with diplomacy ideas in an effort to solve this once and for all PC: and he agreed PC: now i dunno if hes actually gonna do it PC: and if he doesnt im revoking my help and vouch PC: but i think he will PC: and maybe we can stop this ridiculous body count from getting higher PC: and by we i mean me too PC: im heloing GD: ii am riidiiculou2ly grateful that 2omeone el2e ii2 on top of thii2 GD: oh ii've got honey ii've got a lot of that, ii'll 2end hiim 2ome a2 2oon a2 tryiing two pry my look bulb2 open do2nt re2ult iin iin2tant piierciing paiin GD: what do you mean by riidiiculou2 body count PC: hell appreciate it and cheer up probably PC: as will like PC: leaving him alone for a while PC: he needs some space and a lack of people so he can process PC: but i got him hell be okay PC: ... PC: okay so remember that part where you promised not to kill makara PC: that is relevant GD: we don't really talk anyhow, he hate2 me becau2e ii'm iin charge and not a hiighblood GD: and al2o becau2e ii'm rude GD: ii'm a very rude per2on GD: anyhow the honey'll be iin hii2 hiiveblock wiithiin an hour GD: .... GD: ye2 ii do 2eem two remember piinky 2weariing not two kiill the large clown becau2e of thiing2 you 2aiid GD: ii wa2 wonderiing when ii wa2 goiing two fiind the part that made me want two PC: he seems to be tolerating me and my mouth so far PC: but yeah it was more of a dont come asking him questions about his incident or anything until he starts volinteering it himself PC: he needs to set boundries again and have them be respected PC: yes PC: well PC: here it is PC: makaras half of the escalation has involved hunting down fae to kill for at least religious reasons PC: i have no idea of the specifics because i was two seconds from knocking his skull from his neck i didn't want to tempt my restraint listening to him justify it more than he already was PC: but the phrase ritual sacrafice was used PC: and thinking about this is not helping my gut settle PC: i fucking hate bodies GD: ii cannot GD: fuckiing even begiin two GD: b eli eve thii2 BULL2hiit GD: holy fuckiing chrii2te on a riitz biitz GD: why doe2 he thiink that2 okay GD: murder ii2 not okay GD: bodiie2 are the wor2t ii triied two 2park and ii'm iin hell GD: ii'm dumpiing my2elf iin a cold dark 2hower and turniing off the lamp iin my bad eye and puttiing on an eye patch GD: ii am not capable of currently 2u2taiiniing the amount of outrage and ragerage thii2 de2erve2 GD: ii2 thii2 why he wanted two be 2eperate from the ciity? GD: 2o he could kiill people for hii2 god2? PC: at least there is that keeping you from being impulsive PC: god knows i couldve used it yesterday PC: and i do not fucking know i tried to hammer in that perhaps this was fucked up but he wouldnt have it an di did not care enough to make him PC: ...i do kmnow that that is not why he is out there PC: partially because he is an idiot but partially because he did not think any of you would have him PC: not that im defending anything he did but i do not htink he planned this from teh beginning PC: i could be completely wrong of course but that is where i place my bet GD: well we 2ure a2 2hiit wouldnt have been lettiing hiim 2acrafiice people whiile liiviing iin the ciity GD: he2 huge! and 2cary! and he 2how2 up covered iin blood all the tiime GD: maybe iif he 2topped doiing all tho2e thiing2! That would be niice! PC: and that would be a matter for his topleaf to handle PC: or one of his other quadrants PC: and i am right fucking there with getting them to fucking do that PC: i doubt i will put up with any more of his whining about how everyone is afraid of him and treat him like a monster or however he phrases it PC: murder does that im afraid and maybe he should fucking stop PC: what a concept PC: ugh PC: please pretend that has emphasis i cannot find the right puntuation to do so PC: being caught between having no fucks and needing to express this much disgust is a terrible hell GD: iit2 goiing two become my problem iif thii2 e2culate2 two badly becau2e ii'm 2uppo2edly the captaiin of thii2 leaky tugboat GD: ha2 he only been kiilliing faeriie2 do you know? PC: id hardly call it a tugboat PC: perhaps a cargo carrier PC: but it is far better than those tiny little pretend ships PC: as far as i know it has only been fae PC: he was insistant it was because he was at war with them and as far as i know he has not declared war on anyone else yet GD: tugboat2 are cute dont dii22 the tug2 GD: ..well there2 a 2aviing grace iin thii2 after all GD: 2o what happen2 when he deciide2 he doe2nt liike what we're doiing and declare2 war on u2 two PC: they're hauty little things that think theyre important and imposing when they can fit inside one of my cannons PC: the battleships cannons PC: sorry PC: see i made that exact point and he got all indignant PC: he insists he neither wants the throne nor another alternia but thats all i can fucking see with this PC: and like fuck he listens to me he has no reason to GD: 2mall thiing2 are adorable GD: and II liike 2hiip2 wiith atmo captabiiliitiie2 GD: even though II get iintwo trouble ziippiing my liittle 2cout when II go out on mii22iion2 GD:.. 2orry thii2 ii2 probably a bad topiic ii2nt iit ugh GD: II 2tiill dont know why anyone2 lii2teniing two me let alone why he2 acknowledgiing my soveirgnty GD: II wa2nt worriied bout iit two much before but now.. PC: ...not for me it isnt PC: hard to forget im free when my skulls trying to explode PC: i am more worried about you PC: of that i have no fucking clue PC: its not as if we sat down and had a chat about his hopes and desires for his church hermitage PC: there was quite a bit more yelling than that and a narrower focus GD: yeah? II'm glad GD: my 2cout doe2nt have a helmiing 2y2tem iin2talled at all and that2 more or le22 why II get yelled at for enhaciing her GD: you diie once from braiin hemorragiing and 2uddenly you cant be tru2ted two know your liimiit2 GD: MMnh GD: .. okay two be perfectly faiir about the fae GD: II have iin all 2eriiou2ne22 contemplated kiilliing them more than a few tiime2 GD: and Twoblade ii2 barely held back from iit GD: they havent endeared them2elve2 two anyone GD: but fuckiing GD: ritual 2acrafiice though PC: reckless little thing you are PC: though if you could possibley keep from bleeding out from the ears PC: its so messy an d hard to clean up after PC: i doubt anyone wishes to deal with that PC: what appeals to you so much about atmo capabilties PC: ...i find my sympathy for them strained after hearing what happened to zahhak and what they have done to makaras moirail PC: but at you point out PC: fucking ritual sacrafice PC: i dont have striong enough worse to saay how repulsed i am by the idea PC: and that someone i fucking ;know; is doing it PC: and has been doing it for long enough that he will not admit it PC: god fucking ;damn; it PC: it wasnt that long ago when he convinced me that alternai waas behind him! PC: that he had changed! that nothing would repeat itself PC: ;ha; GD: dont worry II'm not doiing anything ob2cenely 2tupiid ju2t kiinda 2tupiid GD: iit doe2nt help two be the fa2te2t thiing iin a uniiver2e iif you never get two u2e iit two you advantage, yeah? GD:II know II'm lo2iing a lot of maniverabiiliity and wa2tiing energy but II've been workiing on 2ome 2chematiic2.. GD: anyhow ju2t GD: yeah. GD: oh geeze II'm 2orry p2ii GD: II dont thiink anyone knew he wa2 doiing that he2 been liike GD: playiing at beiing harmle22 for a 2weep and a half and iit2 kiinda GD: II'm anxiiou2 now PC: oh thank goodnes for a moment i was worried PC: id be curious to take a peek if you are up for sharing though PC: i admit i am far more furious than worried PC: i dont take kindly to being played PC: especially over shit like this PC: and double especially with the way he fucking did it PC: its shit like this that makes no one want him anywhere near them PC: and think him a fucking monster GD: II would love two, iif you're iintere2ted --geminiDoomed [GD] has sent file myshipnow.zip -- GD: ..diid he liie two you? -- palteringCecutiency [PC] accepted file! -- PC: i will look at that when i can process without pining for death PC: ...not directly PC: he is different than he was when he was alternian PC: i hesitate to use the word better but PC: less terrible PC: but glossing over the part where he has been luring in and carving up living people for his gods for a sweep in a half is a fucking huge omition!! PC: how do you tell a person that you have become a different person when you're still fucking dping that kind of shit!!!! PC: fucking hell PC: how the hell can he be alright with doing this GD: dont a2k me II dont GD: II can barely handle kiilliing people at all GD: II alway2 end up 2iick a2 fuck afterward2 and 2hakey GD: even wiith my atrociiou2 temper GD: II've never been very reliigiiou2 GD: 2o II dont know or under2tand what he miight have been doiing GD: but II know that Grand- one of my be2t friiend2 and hii2 alternate2 liike GD: wiill do a lot of 2hiit pretty bliindly ju2t for faiith, and iit2 taken a lot two get hiim two even begiin two examiine 2ome of the thiing2 he never que2tiioned before PC: ...as do i PC: or dont in this case PC: it is a miserable experience even when necessary PC: ugh PC: ...god please let it not be that PC: please let it be he was a panvoid or it is Her fault or something else PC: i PC: just do not want to think of that PC: its hard enough to reconsile the alternian with the beforian without needing to shower for the next sweep GD: II'm tryiing two fiigure out exactly what II 2aiid and exactly what that reactiion two iit ii2 PC: ...him following his faith mindlessly down the road to slaughter PC: i would rather he chose to be awful than to just PC: not give it a single thought PC: to be able to do such a thing without even a glimmer of hesitation GD: oh, yeah GD: but II thiink the empiire wa2 ba2iically buiild on people doiing horriible thiing2 every niight that they never even thought about GD: or thought of a2 weiird or wrong GD: ..he 2hould have 2ome context out2iide of that now though 2houldnt he? PC: part of it was PC: most of it was fear and the abuse of power PC: what use is it if the slave realizes their lives are awful if they fear death more PC: what use is trying to tell a slaver their beast of burden are people if they have never cared who they hurt PC: and you would think he would but who knows how much got through PC: and having ampora as his topleaf certainly isnt reassuring GD: II know there2 nothiing II can really 2ay two change your miind about Cae GD: 2o II'm not goiing two try. GD: ..hone2tly II'm ju2t not goiing two conte2t any of that GD: My head ii2 2pliittiing and 2omeone need2 two tell 2ky what2 goiing on PC: not it GD: II 2ee how iit ii2 GD: driink 2ome fruiit juiice and get 2ome a2priin PC: hey i dealt with makara ampora and the fucking elves yesterday PC: and im here today PC: you can do ;one; to your kismesis PC: but i will give it an attempt PC: though it is so far away and my head is already shattering so i cant cheat PC: woe PC: my life is full of nothing but woe GD: do you want me two ta2k a robot two briing you a driink PC: ...i am tempted PC: not just out of laziness but fucking hell this nausia is not helping PC: ...could i trouble you to/ PC: god there it was fuck PC: ...andi f it is possible for horuss as well? PC: i am not alone i n my tragic suffering GD: driink2, headache and antinau2ea pill2 comiing up for both of you GD: feel better GD: II'll me22age 2ky PC: i appreciate it PC: all of it PC: thank you PC: appropriate emote GD: appropriiate emote back -- geminiDoomed [GD] has ceased trolling palteringCecutiency [PC] --

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kandadiff · 6 years

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Updates : Arianna Snow

Some of you may remember Adi Snow from the wildly successful girl trio Trinity in which her and her two cousins (Brianna Snow & Kalyn Snow) rocked the world with there hip-hop / pop / dance sound. Some of there songs are still freely played and will get any one in a dancing mode.

Or you others might remember Adi snow from her incredible and still very active solo career which as a super bunny myself I have all her songs! Plus this chick is a meme queen and easily a household name around the world ! And just finished her 5th world tour lets get more into this super successful now married mother.

Okay lets just jump right in, after her third studio world tour Bunny Queen! She revealed she was pregnant in an truly iconic tweet In which she held up a pregnancy test and @EdStyles0102. She later said in an interview she was pregnant with Edward styles child. People went crazy! Edrianna shippers went crazy! It was amazing and as a edrianna fan myself I was over the moon (they were my OTP- check out my pinterest board here)

The beginning months of Adi’s pregnancy were good, her and Edward moved in together in a truly beautiful house and they both went on more and more talk shows together talking about the pregnancy and there engagement because of it and you could tell they were both really in love. Unfortunately that all came to an end August 5th during the 9th month of Adi’s pregnancy and the night Edward was involved in a fatal car accident with a drunk driver.

The drunk driver ran a red light and smashed into Edwards Range Rover at 60mph and by the time the ambulance arrived at the scene Edward passed away. The stress is said to have caused Adi go into labor and August 6th is when Anastasia Edrianna Styles was born. I can only imagine how hard it must’ve been for Adi and Edwards family in the next month given nearly a week later she gave the eulogy dressed in black and surrounded by Harry, Marcel, Gemma and Anne. His funeral was huge, nearly 10,000 surrounded the church and surrounding streets. In the given months Adi was fairly quiet not really being seen anywhere an it wasn’t until her interview with Oprah (that interview was the most heart breaking thing ever- watch it here- warning you will cry.) that she kinda got back out into the public, releasing two songs dedicated to Ed How to save a life & Heaven and soon came out with her 6th studio album entitled For Him which also had the singles, Love and The One.

In order to stay more at home with her child she decided to take a small break from Touring and instead along with Kyle Couture came out with a fabulous makeup-line called Normal? Never!

However scandal cannot leave celebrities alone forever and Scandal hit Adi on Anastasia’s 2nd birthday when one of the photos looked like Shawn was kissing Adi. As soon as the pictures came out youtuber Hayley Scott, Shawns off again on again girlfriend, freaked out coming out with several youtube videos ranting and slandering Adi as a “ home-wrecking whore with a dead fiancé and a baby with no daddy.” Arianna and her bunnies quickly shot back revealing the photo was manipulated by a Shadi shipper and causing Hayely to go on a hiatus from her youtube channel for a year. In the meantime Adi went on a nation tour around the US for her album for him.

Following the announcement of Katya’s engagement to BTS’s Taehyung Kim (v), rumors of Adi finally dating again surfaced with her Instagram fnow featuring more and more of BTS’s Jimin Park. Especially with Jimin and Anastasia getting along more and more. Jimdi shippers came out more and more and while they never made there relationship official it became clear they were. Adi even posting pictures of meeting Jimin's parents and buying a small condo in South Korea to have when she visits there

Later that year, in attention to coming out with four wildly popular singles, Must be love, Me & U, Rockstar 101 and Rude Boy she also appeared in the Victoria Secret Fashion Show in Seoul earning her wings and becoming a Victoria Secret Model. However not all gold can stay and something mustve happened between her and Jiminie because they saw less and less of each other and stopped tagging each other on Instagram and saw less and less of each other. Besides her break from Jimin all stayed relatively normal, She did get into a minor feud with Azealia Banks after Banks accused her of stealing the Rude Boy beat from her newest album and surprisingly Bri Snow came to Banks defense after Adi called her “a walking STD.”

In early January she went on a ski vacation with cousin Kay Snow and then Boyfriend Kpop Star and rapper TOP to Swizerland where this beautifully cute photo was taken and it seems like this is where her now world famous relationship with Jiyong Kwon aka GDragon started.

Almost as soon as it started GD was very public about it, unlike other KPop stars he didn’t bother to keep it hidden from his fans going so far as to write a song called Arianna calling out people who hate on the relationship and how shes the woman of his dreams. And for an international couple they moved pretty fast, he bought a small house in LA where she lives and she had the condo in Seoul soon they would live in each other countries for a month or so until he proposed to her on Christmas Eve the next year.

They married in Febuary in a beautiful and huge winter fairytale style wedding in Seoul, South Korea, where thankfully Makayla Arrabah and Kylie Jenner recorded a lot of it for fans (some press even got in). It was amazing and so full of love and for those fans who say she forgot about Edward - no, Harry, Marcel and Anne Styles were even in attendance. The wedding was amazing except when the obnoxious Olivia Martinez stood up to object there wedding and was promply kicked out by Taeyang and Seungri.

Their honeymoon was in Hawaii and when back in soul they made a collaboration album called The Dragons, which became an plantimum album in only a few short months outselling any of their previous albums. And in September Adi provided a public statement she was pregnant once again with TWINS! GD decided not to tour instead deciding to only do shows in Seoul while staying close to Adi. They even bought a beautiful mansion in Seoul.

Adi started then to work more on her makeup line and a realty show revolved around The entire Snow clan started showing us more and more in her life and pregnancy, and the next year she gave birth to twins. One boy one girl.

Ji-Bae Kwon aka Rocky to those who cannot pronounce it correctly and

Soo-Min Kwon aka Lucy

Anyway this married woman is currenly working on another album and is just raking in the cash with her husband but there might be trouble in paradise because JB from Got7 has kept mentioning his friendship with Arianna Styles and its being producing yet another scandal.

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Could I have an angst/fluff GD scenario where his wife collapses in the front row in the middle of his MAMA performance and he runs off stage to get to her. They go to the hospital and found out that she fainted because she's pregnant and dehydrated. They make it back to the show in time for the boys to win the Daesang award, and in the acceptance speech GD announces the baby news live and cries hahah gimme some happy daddy to be GD i miss jiyong so much ahhh 😭😭😭 thanks aticus!!

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Jiyong was positive he had never felt worry quite like how hewas feeling right now.

It pulsed through him, rang through his head and refused to leavehim alone. The doctors had told him countless times that you werestable, that you were just dehydrated and they only wanted to do afew more tests to make sure everything was truly okay – but Jiyongstill struggled to believe them.

He paced the hallway just outside of your hospital room, runninghis hands through his hair on a constant loop. The people sittingalong the walls were staring at him with sorrow in their eyes, makinghim feel ten times worse. Hospitals gave him the creeps – he hatedbeing here, but the fact that it was you in the hospital bed made itall ten times worse. What would he do if they found something? Howwould he cope if somehow you ended up dying in that bed?

He nearly scoffed at his own anxieties – you had passed out.The risk of you dying was extremely, extremely slim and yet Jiyongcouldn't get the possibility out of his head. This was a hospital.People died here all the time.

He continued moving, his hands knotting in front of him. Everytime he passed your door during his pacing, he would shoot a glanceinside to see what was going on; he couldn't see much. The doctorswere surrounding your bed – more than what Jiyong was comfortablewith, though he didn't question it too much. They were doing theirjob. They were making you feel better. They were going to help you.It didn't matter how many there were-

He came to a halt by the thin window, nearly pressing his noseagainst the glass. That was a lot of doctors. Why were thereso many doctors? You had been dehydrated. That's what they'd toldhim. So why were there so many doctors swarming your bed right now?

Before Jiyong could stop himself, the panic overflowed and he wasshoving the door to the hospital room open. The nurses whirledaround, ready to shove the intruder out of the room, but as soon asthey saw Jiyong stepping inside, they backed away and nervouslybowed.

Jiyong was still wearing his grand suit that he had worn to theMAMA awards – he must have looked utterly ferocious right now.

He stepped inside. “What's going on? Is she okay?”

The doctor turned to look at him, and it was only then thatJiyong caught a glimpse of you in the hospital bed. You were awake,tears staining your cheeks. Your face was pale, hair a matted messagainst your head as the dress you had worn to the award show wasaskew on your body, revealing your collar bones.

Even though you most definitely didn't look to be in yourhealthiest state, Jiyong still felt relief at the sight of you awake.

He stumbled forward, pushing a doctor out of the way and grabbingfor your hand. You weakly chuckled at his movements, pressing yourlips to his hands as you did so. He closed his eyes, the feel of yourlips calming him down more than anything else in the world evercould.

“Is she okay?” Jiyong repeated.

The doctor shot you a glance, and Jiyong suddenly felt as ifthere was some kind of secret he was not being let in on. He raised abrow, looking at you once before turning to the doctor with the sameconfused expression; the doctor was grinning.

“What's going on?” Jiyong asked.

“Don't sound so panicked,” you assured, shaking his hands toget him to look back at you. He did so, his eyes flashing with worry.

“Did I miss something?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, Jiyong,” you said. “But – uh – we got some newswhenever you were out there running tracks in the hallway.”

He frowned. “I was worried.”

“I know you were, I know you were,” you giggled. “I don't –I don't know how you're going to take this, or if you'll like thisnews at all, but – whenever you were out in the hallway, thedoctors informed me that we're – we're going to be parents,Jiyong.”

And for a single moment, Jiyong could have sworn he had heardwrong. For a moment, he truly thought you were either lying to him,or he was going crazy – because this was the last thing he had everexpected to hear.

It was like a blow to the chest. A physical, gut-wrenching blowthat left him feeling slightly winded. He gripped your hands justthat little bit tighter, examining your face for any sign of humour,for any sign that you were just telling a joke to get a reaction outof him – that's something you would do. You would tell him somemassive joke just to get him to calm down.

But there were tears flooding your eyes again, and you hadclamped your mouth shut to suppress the sobs that were no doubtracking your chest in that moment. Jiyong knew then and there thatthis was no joke, that his life for the next eighteen years andonwards would no longer be one massive joke – he was going to be afather. He was going to be raising a child, going to have afamily with the woman he loved.

He felt the burning sting of fresh tears rising in his system.Quickly, he swiped his thumb beneath his eye and shook his head,letting out a shaky breath.

Even though he had already assured himself that you weren'tjoking, he still turned to you and said, “You're serious?”

You laughed shakily, nodding. “I'm serious.”

Jiyong lowered his head, pressing his forehead against yourclasped fingers. The room was spinning around him, and his stomachwas reeling and his heart was thumping wildly against his rib cage,but god the world had never seemed so bright. Nothing had evermade him so happy. Nothing.

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“And you're sure you'll be okay?” Jiyong asked you for thefourteenth time since the two of you had arrived back at the venue ofthe MAMA awards.

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm as the two of you tookyour seats at the round table once again. The boys of Big Bang hadalready asked you multiple times what had happened and if you wereokay, but Jiyong had told you to stay quiet about the pregnancy fornow – you didn't know what he had planned, but you did as told andkept your mouth shut, telling them you had just been dehydrated butyou were okay now.

“I'll be fine, Jiyong,” you said. “Now stop worrying.”

He loosed a breath, slumping down beside you. He hadn't stoppedhis worrying since the two of you had left the hospital. His hand hadvery rarely left yours, with him even going as far as keeping hishand on your knee as he drove. It was cute. His eyes were constantlyshooting over to your stomach, and you would watch as he would softlysmile to himself, his cheeks flushing a bright red colour before hewould shyly turn away.

You had never seen him act in such a way, and it was a nicechange. Right now, you were dealing with the Jiyong you hadoriginally fallen in love with all them years ago – the nervous,shy boy that insisted on worrying about the smallest of things. Hewas no longer G-Dragon of Big Bang – he was Kwon Jiyong, and it waspleasant to see him return.

The night ran on. The members of Big Bang drank and laughed withone another, sharing jokes that you would never understand butlaughed at anyway. Awards were handed out to groups, and you cheeredand stood up and made the most out of the night. Jiyong and youkissed for the cameras once and the crowd lost their minds, andeverything was seemingly utterly perfect. It truly felt magical, asif the night couldn't get any better.

But then the Daesang award was being presented, the entire venuegrew quiet. Even your table, the table which had been the rowdiestall night, fell silent.

Big Bang were nominated for one of the biggest awards of thenight, and suddenly the nerves had started crashing into each one ofthem in turn.

You reached over and gripped Jiyong's hand, giving it a firmsqueeze as a way to tell him that his hard work was justified whetheror not they won tonight; as a leader, he had worked so, so hard, andno loss could possibly take that away from him.

He smiled shyly at you, squeezing your fingers back before thepresenters started talking, the nominee montage having finally fadedaway into background noise.

“Yes,” the presenters called out. “And now to find out whohas won the Daesang – Artist of the Year award!” Cheers, but youcould tell that Jiyong could barely hear them. “The award goes to .. . . Big Bang! Congratulations!”

You were cheering beforeyou could even fully process what had just been announced.

Jiyong yelled, shooting up out of his seat and dragging you alongwith him. Your laughter reverberated through your body as he pulledyou into his chest, one arm around your waist whilst the otherslipped between the two of you, pressing to your stomach in a mostsubtle way that still had you flushing as he pressed his lips toyours.

He said nothing when he pulled away from you. He hugged hismembers quickly, shot you one last glance before he was turning andwalking towards the stage to collect the award he had worked so hardfor.

You sat back down in your seat and watched him closely, thatproud smile never once leaving your lips. He looked so at peace,so calm even though the two of you had only just walked out ofthe hospital a mere hour before. You placed your hand instinctivelyon your stomach, silently letting your unborn child know that theirfather was possibly the most hard working, strong man you had evermet and they were extremely lucky to be able to call him 'dad.'

Jiyong walked up to the microphone, the award in his hand. “Woah!This is incredible!” he said, and his fans cheered louder than youhad ever heard them cheer before. You were fairly certain the venuewas shaking with the volume. “Everyone, this is truly insane! Thereare so many people we need to thank for this award – the company,the fans, the members behind me who have worked so hard to make ourmusic and our fan base what it is today – none of it could havebeen possible without the hard work put in by all of us, by all ofyou guys and the staff that help us out every single day. But today Ihave a special person I want to dedicate this award to – my wife,Y/N.”

The other members narrowed their eyes. Your own pair widened, youshuffling down in your seat in an attempt to hide the blush that wascrawling upon your face at the mention of your name.

“I don't often talk about her in public like this, but todayis a very special day for the Kwon family, and I feel like it'snecessary to say a few words to her specifically – so, to my wifeY/N, I just want you to know that you're my biggest inspiration, andevery single album we've ever come out with, every single award we'vewon for the music we make, could never have been as good as it waswithout you being there to support us all. Even through our hardesttimes, you've always been the one to walk into the dressing room andtell us to get our shit together, and it's always those words thathelp all of us to stand up and continue doing what we love doing. Ipromise you that I will repay the favour whenever our child is born –for all of the support you've given me from the moment I met you, Ipromise to repay it all by being there for our family. You and ourchild will always come first – always. I love you so much. Thankyou!”

The arena had burst into cheers once again, but youcould barely hear them. Even before Jiyong had managed to get offstage, his members were jumping upon his shoulders, grabbing him,pulling him into brotherly hugs that the sight of made you tear up.You placed your hands over your face as Jiyong and the members of BigBang made their way back to the table, the other members immediatelywrapping you up in hugs, talking about who was going to begod-father, congratulating you on the pregnancy.

But you kept your eyes firm on Jiyong. He smirked at you as hewaltzed over, and before he had the chance to say anything, you hadpressed your lips to his in a silent thank you for the promises hehad made upon that stage – the promises you knew he had everyintention to keep.

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