#don't want to be here. it's v conflicting. like I love everyone here and I love my mutuals and friends and even the ppl that hate me. I +

[axiina]

I saw your post about writing for Coriolanus Snow Andi was thinking classic enemies to lovers nsfw I’ll give you free liberty with everything else 💕

'I hate you' is new 'I love you'

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral afab)

Summary: When your professor tells you to come to an agreement with your enemy, and you take 'come' too literally.

Words: 3.2k

Themes: smut, nsfw

Warnings: using of 'you' to reader, set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, more like academic rivals to lovers but they want to fight at some point so I guess it counts, NSFW | public sex (or more semi-public), unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), p in v sex, kinda toxic but it's enemies to lovers, more like enemies who fuck, Coryo is pretty rough and possessive, marking, making out, idiots in love but they prefer fighting with each other

Author's note: I found some free time between studying, so I decided that I can no longer delay. English is not my first language so i hope that i didn't do too much mistakes. It is possible that a single "she" or "her" will appear here because I changed the concept during writing and I do not know if I got rid of everything. Let me know whether to stay with the use of 'you' or maybe replace it with personal pronouns or 'y/n'. I hope it's not written very awkwardly and you will like it!!

Coriolanus Snow is a peculiar person. Most people love him. Nice, classy, handsome and rich from a wealthy family. What more could one want? However, one of Coriolanus' traits that everyone seems to turn a blind eye to is his two-facedness. Some say this is merely a symptom of his cunning and wits. He knows when and how to behave to make his counterpart happy. You are not one of those people. Saying that you and Coriolanus Snow don't like each other is a huge understatement. You guys hate each other. From the very beginning when you both met at the academy it was known that you would cause a lot of problems. Too much of a character difference, or perhaps too much of a similarity between the two. However, this is not what is crucial. Whatever it is, it makes you two most likely to kill each other if you could. Every move you make you do to screw each other up. To prove who is better.

Professor Satyria's pleas for you to finally come to an agreement are of little use. The conflict must go on, and neither of you has any intention of giving up.

You like the way things are working out. At first, Snow was annoying and you didn't understand how people couldn't see him for what he really was. Fake. Now he is still annoying, but getting under his skin has become a sort of routine. Quite a pleasant one.

"You have to get along with each other and set a good example as rightful citizens of the Capitol, otherwise the Academy will draw out the consequences."

Professor Satyria's words continue to ring in your ears as you get ready to go home after finishing classes and doing punishment work. On the one hand, you don't want something as silly as arguing to weigh on your future, but on the other hand, reaching out to agree is like admitting you were wrong. Failure.

"Wherever I am you must also appear. Are you obsessed with me?" Behind your back, you heard a familiar, annoyingly kind voice, in which you could sense some arrogance. You groaned turning around to see no one else but Coriolanus.

"Don't you have anything better to do? People are finally getting tired of your idiocy?" Your words, however, did not budge the blond. His expression remained unchanged. One that might make most people think he is a nice person. You, however, have known him long enough to see right through it. Perfect. Too perfect.

"We need to talk. A positive outcome for both sides. It will interest you." Well, the threat of Satyria. He is the first one to extend his hand for agreement. Where is the trick? You look at him suspiciously without saying a word, and so Snow takes it as a sign that you are thinking about the proposition. "Do you have free time? Maybe we could go out somewhere together?"

The suggestion makes you burst into laughter. "With you? No thanks, I'll pass on this pleasure."

Coriolanus is not surprised by your answer. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. Accepting rejection, however, is not his strong point. He is annoyed by your behaviour, but he bites his tongue to avoid responding in the same spiteful way. Instead, he doesn't give up.

"I know we were never on good terms, but I want this war between us to end. I hope we can put behind us all the bad things that happened between us and start fresh. What do you think about this?" he says, sounding quite sincere.

"Let me think." You say and sigh, pondering the answer, which is obvious, but you can't let go of a little malice. "No."

The expression on Snow's face became more serious. It seems that your refusal offended his pride. But he doesn't show it in his tone of voice.

"Why not?" he asks and you notice how he clenches his jaw and his gaze becomes unpleasant.

You enjoy the view and it fills you with satisfaction. "Because you think that with a pretty face and fake politeness, you can get anything. Maybe it works with others, but I'm not that stupid. Additionally, you are damn annoying. That's why."

The expression on Snow's face becomes dark. Typical when he fails to get what he wants. His usual tone is completely gone. His face is twisted with anger. He still tries to maintain a polite voice. The attempt fails.

"Do you want to repeat it?" he asks through his teeth. It's obvious that you've hit one of his sensitive points. That was the plan.

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding behind the mask of a nice and put-together boy from a highly placed family who is a veritable ideal is tiring, isn't it?" A mockery can be heard in your voice. Coriolanus is very sensitive to it.

"What do you think you know about me?" He asks through clenched teeth, his tone no longer artificially polite, it is filled with rage. Your mockery has really gotten to him. He tries to calm down, but it's all in vain. Coriolanus has never had problems with self-control, but something about you makes him ready to abandon everything. You manage to get him off balance with ease. In his head, he has one plan. To destroy you.

"Do you think you pretend so well?" You burst out laughing and shake your head. You know you shouldn't say such things. The academy is practically empty, and Coriolanus's angry enough can be unpredictable. However, you can't help but point out everything that annoys you about him. "It's actually quite easy to see what kind of person you are. You look at people with disgust, but when they look in your direction, you suddenly change dramatically. how fake you are to everyone. I wonder how they don't see it. How empty and shallow you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" Snow shouts at you, his face twisted with rage. He is barely able to control himself. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He stares at you with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you dare assume that you know everything about me. You don't know me one bit. You don't know what my life is like. Don't think so highly of yourself. You aren't better than me." He continues, his voice getting louder with every word he says. You really hit his sensitive spot.

"I don't know everything and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. For me, the most important thing is acts, and in your case, they are fake and two-faced. You despise people, and you yourself are at the bottom." Irritation takes over. You know that at any moment you can say one word too many if you haven't already. However, someone has to talk it all out for him. Adrenaline makes you take a step closer to the upset boy without considering the possible consequences.

Snow seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wide open with rage. He is breathing hard, trying to control himself. He's not used to being treated this way by anyone. He has come this far over the years, solely because of himself and what role he has taken in society. You really succeeded in hurting his pride. "I warn you right now. Don't mock me any further."

"Why? What will you do? hit me? do it, I dare you. Then everyone will see how "perfect" you really are." You know the situation is starting to get dangerous. However, you come closer. It's stupid, you know it, and yet you do it. Maybe it's the way his reactions give you satisfaction, or maybe it's the way he looks at you.

You can see the hatred oozing from his eyes when they are locked on yours. His face is full of rage, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense.

He takes a step toward you with a clenched fist. You can see his knuckles turning white. He grabs you and presses you against the wall, his body against yours.

A second later, you feel him pressing you against the wall tighter than before, and his hand grips your throat.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. Your heart is pounding as if it wants to jump out of your chest. You feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen. His eyes are cold, yet they make a pleasant shiver run through your body. His face is right next to yours, flesh pressing against yours. It was a matter of split seconds as you two pressed your lips to each other in an aggressive and hungry kiss.

He returns the kiss, wrapping his free hand around you. He seems to enjoy the kiss as much as you do.

You can feel his body trembling as he still tries to keep control of his overwhelming emotions, or maybe it's because of the situation you're in.

The two of you kiss aggressively. Snow's body shakes as he fights between his desire and how much you get on his nerves. You feel how rough but passionate his kiss is.

He draws you closer and your bodies press against each other. The friction of your bodies makes you uncontrollable over the muffled whimpers you make. You feel the bulge forming in his pants rubbing against your body.

The situation seems hazy, and only fragments register in your mind. How you both enter the bathroom without stopping your hungry and clumsy kisses, and your hands work to get rid of clothes that only makes it difficult. How Coriolanus presses your body against the wall slamming his hips against yours.

All this is to express yourself and give vent to all the negative emotions you have been holding for years.

Snow's body is now almost completely controlled by his emotions. His movements seem full of hatred and at the same time passion. He just wants to express himself using his flesh to claim you as his own.

You feel as if you are on fire, your body moves and reacts according to your desires. The tension that has built up between you for years is finally released, and it all comes out as raw passion.

His fast and aggressive movements make the place where your bodies meet burn in a pleasant way, and you think to yourself that it will be a miracle if you walk normally tomorrow. His dick stretches you nicely and his movements make your inside sting slightly. It's not a problem for now. Not now when your legs are wrapped around his waist and the only sounds you can make right now are moaning and repeating his name like a mantra.

Your body trembles at how rough his movements are, but you don't care now. The most important thing for you now is to show him how much you hate him. A broken moan leaves your lips when he reaches deeper.

Coriolanus feels your legs tighten around him. He moves slower now but is more passionate and rough. He holds your hips tightly, not caring if it is uncomfortable for you. His lips move to your neck, where he bites as if he is trying to unload all the emotions you are causing you this way.

His hips buck firmly against you. Each thrust makes your body more tired and aching but at the same time, it makes the whole experience even more pleasurable. If someone told you that you would end up having sex with your biggest rival in the academy bathroom, you would laugh in that person's face. There you are, panting, with your arms around his neck when Coriolanus Snow is abusing your cunt sensitive from too much friction.

Coriolanus brings his lips closer to your ear. His warm and irregular breathing makes a shiver go through your body. "Do you like it when I claim you as mine?" He purrs, his voice still filled with desire.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," You exhale in a trembling voice that takes a lot of trouble to keep from cracking. You bite and suck at the smooth skin of his neck, leaving there dark marks. "I hate you, Coriolanus Snow."

"I hate you too," Snow says with a low growl as he continues to hold you. He bites your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin. His moans are muffled by your skin, which he touches constantly, as if afraid that at any moment you might escape and leave behind only a faint memory.

You hate him, but you enjoy him. You are pleased when he takes you as his own. You are excited when he uses your body. You feel his passion and desire through his body. You feel his raw passion and it's hard to hate him now.

"oh go to hell" You hiss and bite your lower lip to stop your moans, feeling him moving faster.

He doesn't care if he hurts you or not. All he cares about is that you belong to him right now. His hips slam against yours in an aggressive peace. The bathroom is filled with sinful noises because you don't even think about the fact that someone might come in and hear them.

"you may have already fallen in love, but with me, it's not so easy" A trembling laugh leaves your lips. You feel your head getting foggier and foggier. It's hard for you to put together a meaningful sentence, "but you're doing a good job" a loud moan leaves your mouth. you close your eyes and throw your head back "mmm my sweet toy."

He hears your moans of pleasure, and his eyes close with a smile. He has won and he knows it. Snow always lands on top. He presses you against the wall with his body even tighter. His movements become more sloppy and deeper as if he wants to bury himself inside you. His body trembles as his lips leave broken moans and whimpers.

Passion is so strong that you can almost forget about hatred. You can almost fall in love with Coriolanus Snow. Almost. But you know that what you feel now is only lust, and you know that it's all temporary.

Not him. Not the arrogant boy whose whole life is based on lies. Not that boy who doesn't care about anyone. Not that boy with a beautiful face and mesmerizing blue eyes. Not him.

You press closer to his body, almost clinging to him as a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body.

Coriolanus lets out a raspy throaty moan feeling your walls pulsate around him. His voice is low and shaky. He doesn't seem to notice anything except the way you cling to his body. He moves faster and harder, making sure he satisfies you completely.

Snow is fully immersed in feelings. He can't think clearly or rationally. He only knows that he has to claim you, that he has to satisfy his needs. He wants to feel you and make the most of the situation. All his thoughts and desires are focused on you. His hip movements speed up as he reaches the climax. He hides his face in your neck to muffle his moans. His body stiffs as he comes inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist. you cling to each other, still not making contact with the real world as your breathing slowly calms down.

What happened in that bathroom is over, they both return to reality. Snow steps back slightly and helps you stand on your own two feet. He looks at you with heavy eyes. All the emotions he had been hiding inside him had finally been released.

He has won and he knows it. He has succeeded. But what now? Was it really worth it? This is not a question for now. Coriolanus does not look far into that future with his thoughts.

You look at each other in silence. Slowly you begin to realize what you have done and now you look at each other awkwardly and somewhat panicked.

Coriolanus is the first to break the silence. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is faster. The passion he felt a minute ago still lingers in his heart, something he tries to hide from you. He looks at you with a somewhat absent and uncertain gaze

"Do you think we should forget what just happened?" He tries to make his voice sound normal as if nothing had happened.

"Definitely." The words leave your lips before you have time to think. You stare at each other in silence for a few more moments and begin to quickly put on your clothes.

Snow is surprised at how quickly you agree with him. He needs to make sure this is the end of what just happened between the two of you, so he adds.

"If anyone asks, it never happened." He now looks at you with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.

"You don't have to tell me," you scoff, buttoning your shirt, "if you tell even one soul, I'll kill you, I swear."

Coriolanus looks at you with small amusement while fixing his jacket. "I hope you won't become obsessed with me after this."

"Maybe in your dreams," you say with a slight smile fixing the collar of his shirt. " you better be careful that you are the one who will be lost in memories of me." Before you leave the bathroom you stop in front of the mirror and fix your uniform and hair. Coriolanus smiles for a moment but then quickly clears his throat and tries to look cold.

You both come out of the bathroom, look at each other and part your lips, as if to say something to each other, but you look at each other in silence "Now everything is back to normal. We can still hate each other," you say, but this does not improve your mood at all.

"It never happened," Snow says trying to look you in the eyes, wondering if you're thinking about it too. He wonders if what he feels is real, or if it's just a moment of passion.

"Never" You agree by nodding your head. Your gaze goes down to his mouth. As you look into his eyes again without a moment's thought you move closer to him and press your lips to his in-hungry kiss. He kisses you back wrapping his arms around you to bring your body closer.

You parts away after some time and you both catch your breath for a moment after this passionate kiss. Coriolanus is completely consumed with passion and there is nothing in his mind but you.

You move away and nod to each other as if you have just made a deal and each is walking in your own direction in a much better mood.

Maybe that's not exactly what Professor Satyria meant when she said you two should come to an agreement, but it certainly worked.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #character x reader #x reader #x you #smut #young coriolanus snow #thg #thg fanfiction #thg x reader #tbosas x reader #tbosas fic #tbosas smut

[chryblossomjjk]

practice (pt. 3) | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

⇢ WC: 12.8k sorry

⇢ WARNINGS: emotional at points, fighting rip, oc lowkey in her villain era, they both say mean things to eachother (nothing tew intense), jk is not a himbo >:(, characters are forced to face their insecurites </3, misunderstandings, finger sucking, oral sex (f and m recieving), 69 action if u squint, brief ass eating, a little manhandling, titty sucking (obvi), flavored lube, butt plug moment, miss hitachi is finally here !!!, unprotected sex, corruption kink, squirting, overstimulation, slight dom jk, a bit of manhandling, praise, creampie, maybe unrequited love, maybe not (lol jk u'll find out), where's waldo but instead of waldo its bam

⇢ SUMMARY: sparks fly as you try to forget about jungkook.

⇢ NOTES: it’s finally here! if you haven't read pt 2 in a while, i'd suggest rereading it before reading this part! maybe even pt 1 bc callbacks. you might miss a few things if you don't. kinda nervy to post this bc everyone was so conflicted. hopefully the ending is satisfying for all. also sorry if the smut is meh, this piece was more plot driven than other things i’ve written. thank you so much for the love and support on this series. seriously cannot thank you guys enough. very bittersweet to be saying goodbye to it but i hope you stick around. love you and as always feedback is v appreciated !! big ty to @floweryjeons for betaing !!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

dumbo do u want lunch? i can drop it off in about 30

You were midway through a three hour lab and you really needed to focus. Unfortunately, the professor’s droning was easily overtaken by incessant vibrating. You peek at your phone with a scoff before shoving it back into your pocket. 

Jungkook doesn’t get the hint.

dumbo i’ll just get the usu

dumbo lol i forget… ur lab is in room 305 in the civic engagement building right?

Room 222 in the science building. You don’t correct him, though. 

It was difficult to ignore the sharp, self-inflicted stabs that pierced through your back whenever he texted you. But you had to rip the bandaid off before it had time to adhere to you entirely. You hadn’t talked to him in days. Not since he lied to you.

Whenever you had the urge to respond, you went through memories. Pictures of him looking unamused, pink pout scrunched up as you smushed his cheeks together. Videos of his nostrils fluttering as blaring snores filled your dorm room; your soft giggles in the background.

Little snapshots of the present that were now the past. 

You were slowly weaning yourself off of Jeon Jungkook.

Your phone goes off again during your break. 

dumbo hey i’ve been waiting for like 20 min

dumbo gonna head out since ur probably caught up. free until about 4 tho so text me if u want anything i’ll come back

dumbo or we can just get something after the showcase?

dumbo are you running late?

dumbo you know it starts at 7p right?

dumbo ik you hate being late so i’m starting to get nervous…

dumbo just let me know that you’re safe please

Those texts were sent nearly three hours ago. You’ve tried to distract yourself with homework, Sailor Moon, and the watermelon mask you were currently washing off your face. Nothing helped. The guilt lingering in your chest was heavy and you wish it would trickle down the drain like the abandoned products. 

You sigh, shaking your hands vigorously to flick off the excess water. A damp knuckle presses your phone screen. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday. Back at square one. 

The scent of your green tea moisturizer fills your nostrils as you glide the creamy substance over your skin. Fingertips dancing gently across the surface of your plump cheeks. The touch is soft and delicate, just like his was-

Intrusive thoughts make you want to remove your frontal lobe.

You try to remind yourself that although vibrant and dashing, Jungkook was anything but your knight in shining armor. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Just like the rest of the men who tried to conquer the tall brick walls of your heart, mind, and body. 

You look at yourself in the mirror. Despite the brightening mask, your dewy skin was dull. The inner corners of your big eyes were overtaken by winding red branches. The thick black bags under them appear even heftier than your beloved Playboy duffel. Your plump lips are coated in your Laniege lip mask. It’s candy-flavored, but it doesn’t taste as sweet anymore. You look lifeless. 

Did cutting Jungkook off really affect you that badly?

Or perhaps you always looked like this, and the loss of him made you realize how truly gloomy and lackluster things were before.

For the past two months, your reflections were filled with pearly white teeth and crinkled eyes. Being with Jungkook was careless and irresponsible in all the right ways. Whenever you were with him, the negative thoughts that often plagued your mind were forgotten, and you were just… free. 

But look where that got you.

The sound of your phone pinging brings you back to reality. 

dumbo tae said that you’re home with mina…

Taehyung. What a little snitch. You’ll make sure that Mina punishes him adequately. 

dumbo not sure what your deal is but i’m fucking heated

“What do you know, Taehyung?” You sneer his name like a curse; the nasty ‘T’ word.

“I know everything,” he responds nonchalantly, flipping through his absolute mammoth of a textbook. He nods his head toward the guilty party beside him. “Your bestie told me.” 

“Liar!” Mina gasps, smacking his sweater-clad bicep. Her voice lowers immediately when Taehyung shushes her. You were in the library after all. She looks at you exasperatedly. “I didn’t tell him like- ‘everything’ everything.”

“I don’t need to know everything.” He closes the hardcover book gingerly, peering at you over the thick black rim of his glasses. You’re convinced they’re a sham, and he only wears them to look professional and intellectual. “My keen deductive reasoning has led me to the conclusion that this situation is—in fact—fucking ridiculous.”

You gawk at bluntness. “Aren’t you literally studying to be a therapist?” 

“Psychiatrist,” he corrects with a cheesy grin. “I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being childish.”

“Tae, be nice.” Mina warns with a scowl, holding her index finger out right in front of his nose. “I know Jungkook is your friend, but he’s grimy.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to be a dick.”  Taehyung laughs, raising his hands up in surrender. “I’m just giving perspective. I care about you, __.”

“Sure you do.” You answer curtly, rolling your eyes. 

“And-,” Taehyung claps his large palms together, fingertips pointed towards you in an accusatory fashion. “-I know Jungkook better than both of you.” He gestures between you and Mina. “He’s not a bad dude.” 

“He-,”

“He ditched her to go to a party!” Mina beats you to the punch, voice whiny and frustrated. “And lied about it! He’s trash!”

“Thank you, Mina,” you whisper-shout, placing a finger over your lips to remind her, once again, that you were still in the library. As much as you love her, you didn’t necessarily want all of campus knowing your dirty laundry. Your eyes scan the dimly lit room for eavesdroppers. Luckily, it was fairly empty at this time of day. 

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” 

“It’s not that simple, Tae,” you sigh, turning your attention back to the empty word document on your laptop screen. In the twenty minutes you’ve been sitting here, you have only managed to type the essay’s title and your name. Spelled wrong. Sneakily, you correct the typo before anyone notices. 

“Maybe…” Mina starts, lips scrunching to the side in contemplation. She looks at her boyfriend innocently before tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Playing all the right cards. “Maybe… you could talk to him for her? Or do a little snoopy snoop to see what he’s up to?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m playing double agent for you guys.”  

“Come on, Tae!” Mina pouts. “It could be fun!”

“No,” Taehyung laughs, shaking his head. “I refuse to get in the mid-,”

“Hey!” 

Taehyung’s words are cut off by an uncomfortably familiar voice. Its usual soft, playful tone was laced with sternness. The sound makes your spine straighten. 

Jungkook. 

You were so distracted that you hadn’t heard his clunky black boots stomping towards you. The firm grip of tattooed fingers on your shoulder makes you look up. Even under the rim of his bucket hat, you can see the angry stars dancing in his black eyes. They’re hot and scalding with irritation. “Can we talk?”

“About?” You peep in feigned naivety. 

“Oh, please,” he scoffs loudly, laughing in disbelief. The seat beside you is yanked out with a startling screech. Jungkook plops down on it and turns to face you, knees digging into your outer thigh. Always so incredibly close. “Don’t give me that shit-,”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung calls, trying to stifle the bubbling lava in Jungkook’s stomach before he erupts. It was rare to see his happy-go-lucky friend so agitated. “Chill.”

His eyes soften at the warning. It’s like Jungkook hadn’t even registered how angry he had actually become. The entirety of his college experience has been spent distancing anger—and any other negative emotion—so far from his being that he couldn’t even detect the cues anymore. He inhales deeply through his nose, white t-shirt pulling tight at his chest, before exhaling. 

“You good?” Taehyung asks. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jungkook nods, bringing a hand up to massage slow circles into his temple. Despite how upset you are with him, the self-soothing mechanism makes your heart ache. “I promise, I’m calm. I just want to talk.”

His pupils dart between the two unmoving figures across from you.

“Alone, please.”

Jungkook and Taehyung lock eyes for a moment, communicating silently through some bro-telepathy that has you and Mina exchanging confused glances. Suddenly, the curly-haired boy nods, collecting his textbook and intertwining his fingers with Mina’s. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Tae, wait!” Mina protests, trying to wriggle out of Taehyung’s grasp. She looks at you apologetically as her boyfriend urges her towards the exit, unable to break free. “Call me after, okay?” She shoots Jungkook a threatening glare before turning away. 

And just like that, you were left alone with the man you’d been avidly avoiding for the past week and a half. 

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook questions, silver piercing glimmering in the light as he gnaws on his bottom lip. The pink skin under his bunny teeth was already turning red. “Like… did I do something wrong?”

You look everywhere but him, mindlessly scrolling up and down the empty page on your laptop screen. It was a poor attempt to act unbothered, despite the heavy thumping in your chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The showcase?”

“What about it?” 

Jungkook always took your attitude in stride, leveling your petty comments with kisses and playful eyerolls. This eye roll, however, paired with a painfully clenched jaw, is anything but playful. “Quit playing games, __. I’ve had enough,” he grits. 

He never calls you by your name. 

“Playing games,” you echo with a sarcastic laugh. In the pit of your stomach, you can feel the sadness morphing into a fit of heady anger. The words taste vile and sour on your tongue before they’re spewed at him. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the puzzled expression on his face. Eyebrow piercing twitching in confusion as the cogs in his brain spin, trying to make sense of your words. “I don’t understand…” 

How does he not understand?

“Why didn’t you come to the showcase?”

You huff out a sigh, gaze fluttering to the ceiling. 

“Answer me,” he urges, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, clearly trying to shift your attention back onto him. As if that wasn’t what landed you in this position in the first place.

“Jungkook-,” 

Your voice gets caught in your throat when you feel his sharp exhales fan across your cheek. Fast and restless. It makes you miss the deep, peaceful ones he would make when buried under your heavy duvet; hair disheveled from tossing and turning and the brush of your fingers as you lulled him to sleep. His breath smells like toothpaste and vanilla gum. You glance at your taskbar. It’s 12:23 p.m. and he hasn’t eaten yet.

“I didn’t go because this is unproductive,” you sigh, closing your laptop and finally gaining the courage to face the man beside you. “You being in my life is unproductive.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Unproductive.” When your eyes meet his big dark ones, you can’t stand them. You can’t stand him for what he’s done, for how he’s turned something so special to you, so ugly. It coaxes that equally ugly, scaly, green defensiveness out of you. You want to retreat, and rebuild the walls higher, so that your emotional security would never be destroyed again. Anyone who threatened it would be burned, including Jungkook, sitting before you with doe eyes as you prepared to breathe fire in his direction. “I know it’s a difficult word, but you’re a big boy. Sound it out.” 

The look on his face makes you regret the low blow instantly. 

“Jesus,” he huffs, taking his hat off and scrubbing his hands over his face like he’s trying to wake up from a nightmare. “Why are you being-”

You cringe, expecting a nasty insult.

“-so mean?”

Oh. 

Ow. 

For some reason, that hurt more than any curse word would. 

“I’m not mean.” 

“I know you’re not,” he lifts his head, searching your face for any remnant of the girl he’s spent the last two months with. “So why are you acting like this?”

Your silence eggs him further. 

“You know what, I’m so fucking sick of you treating me like I’m stupid,” his eyes squeeze closed when he swears, nails digging into his tattooed knuckles as he crosses his big hands. The confession rips through him and hits you like a physical blow. You suddenly remember all of the times you’ve teased Jungkook about his major or insulted his intelligence. 

‘What tests? You’re a photography major.’

‘You’re an idiot, Jungkook.’

‘Your major is showing.’

You didn’t mean any of it. Not one bit. They were just shitty efforts to conceal your feelings for him. You never realized that Jungkook was taking your comments to heart. But it was too little too late. You can’t turn back time and the floodgates have already opened. 

“Just because I’m not some big-shot science major, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking brainless. And it certainly doesn’t mean that you’re better than me.” With his hat sitting on the glossy wooden table, you can fully see the angry arch in his brows. The scrunch in his nose intensifies as he seethes. “What? You think you’re too good to go to the showcase? If you didn’t want to come you should’ve grown a pair and said something.”

“It’s not that,” you protest, chin quivering with ugly dents as you try to hold back tears. “I just… figured you’d bring someone else.”

Jungkook pauses for a moment, cogs coming to a halt when he finally comprehends your vague statements. “Stop acting like you can read my mind- or that you know me better than I know myself.” He snatches his hat and drops it back on his head, fingers gripping the rim to adjust the position. “Because you clearly don’t know shit about me.”

You watch silently as he scoots his chair back, standing up with urgency. How did things come to this? Two months ago you were casual friends, now you’re fighting in the middle of the school library. You would’ve never let him into your dorm room that night if you knew it would hurt this bad. 

“And I actually thought-,” Jungkook says, turning to face you. His lips open and then close promptly before he waves a hand at you. “Fuck it, nevermind. I’m done.” 

You look extremely suspect.

Speeding through campus with your hood up, sweater strings almost dangling to the floor with how tight you’ve pulled them. You can barely see where you’re going. The small fluffy peephole you’ve provided yourself is no good for navigating the winding halls of the dreaded liberal arts building. 

You’ve been sleeping in later and later; a recent habit. Most days you felt drained, barely able to muster the energy to crawl out of bed. That’s exactly what happened this morning, hence why you’re marching down this evil, forbidden shortcut, in hopes of making it to class on time. 

It’s a Tuesday. Jungkook doesn’t have classes on Tuesdays. But you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him and the places he frequents. You haven’t heard from him since the.. incident. Not a single text or call. It hurt like hell, but what did you expect? You weren’t exactly nice to him the last time you two spoke. And it wasn’t like he cared to begin with. He was probably already buried in someone else; moaning blissfully. Meanwhile, you can’t even leave your damn room without thinking about him. 

Shut up, evil brain. Back to the matter at hand—getting to class. 

You decide that music is the best method of distraction. An exaggerated sigh slips out as you yank your phone out of your pocket. You’re just about to crank your airpods up when a couple of distant voices catch your attention. 

“These are from this weekend's showcase, we’re taking them down next week…” A muffled response that you can’t comprehend. “Yep, all are my students.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

The professor’s prideful tone rings in your ears, drowning out whatever breakup playlist you were previously listening to. The mention of a showcase, the showcase, makes your heart drop with a painful thud. 

Fuck.

Your skull feels exponentially heavier than normal when you lift it, finally breaking eye contact with the dingy concrete floor underneath you. There are pictures hung all along the white walls of the campus center. No doubt leftover from an event you deliberately skipped. 

You roll your head back, attempting to loosen the uncomfortable tension in your muscles. Anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip, you take in your surroundings. Jittery hands pluck out your headphones and plop them back into your Luna-shaped airpod case. Underneath all the sadness and guilt, your body was teaming with curiosity. 

You never found out what Jungkook’s topic of choice was. And now that you think about it, you haven’t seen any of his photography. Ever. 

A quick look wouldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, maybe this was what you needed to move on. A final goodbye to the man who has held your mind captive for far too long. 

With a deep exhale and a heavy heart, you take the plunge and step forward. You lull along the walls, staring wide-eyed at each photo. Most of them take on a dark modern vibe, displaying people and objects in dreary settings. A sea of gray and black. Devoid of color. You glance at the labels above. The topics chosen were gloomy, too. 

Hm. Life imitates art. 

You wonder if those students have had their hearts broken as well. 

A vibrant splash of color makes you halt. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the canvas. There’s a blood-red rose. The lens is so zoomed in that the flower eats up the entire portrait. You place a manicured digit against it, tracing your fingertip along the jagged veins in the delicate petals. The imagery is surreal, almost comparable to a heart. Not a cutesy cartoon heart—the literal human organ. You think it’s stunning, standing out amongst the rest like a beautiful sore thumb. 

The printed black font along the border makes your breath hitch.

Love - Jeon Jungkook.

The subject confuses you, but the photography makes sense. Of course, this was Jungkook’s work. It’s obnoxious, lively, and so incredibly different from the rest. Stunning and enchanting, nonetheless. The next photo in his set is of two shadows, a bit distorted as they're splayed against the concrete. A couple holding hands. You recognize the silhouettes immediately; Mina and Taehyung. You can’t fight the smile spreading across your face. 

Next in the portfolio is a room, white walls decorated with faux ivy vines. The little, golden lights laced throughout them gives the picture a warm saturated glow. At the center of the photo is a woman laying underneath a cream duvet. Her bare back is facing the camera, messy hair sprawled on the pillow. It’s a bit risqué, but you get how it connects to his chosen subject. It’s the aftermath of the physical act of love.

To any other student or teacher strolling by, the woman in the picture was a stranger. But to you, she’s the farthest thing from a stranger.

She’s you.

Jungkook must have taken it while you were sleeping.

A wave of the most perplexing, juxtaposing emotions washes over you. Your palms turn clammy as you try to process what you’re witnessing. Why would he do this? Include a picture of you in a project, literally titled ‘love’, only to fucking lie to you? To take advantage of your affection and string you along while he entertained another person?

You find the answers to your aimless questions in the next photo.

Fireworks. 

The only time you remember seeing or hearing fireworks was… 

The night of the party. 

“Jungkook,” you sigh, pressing your damp forehead against the grainy wood of his door. You never thought you’d be in this position. Chasing after a man. It’s humiliating and out of character, but you need to make things right. “I know you’re in there…”

You’ve been standing outside of his dorm room for the past ten minutes. Knocking, pleading, begging. All to no avail. The sound of rustling blankets and footsteps on the other side makes you lift your head, eyes widening with hope. The optimism is lost once the soft noises stop completely. They only served to confirm your suspicions. Jungkook is home and he’s purposely ignoring you. 

Oh, the irony.

Earlier in the week, the roles were reversed. Jungkook was the one pining for your attention. Now, you know exactly how he must have felt that day in the library. And you don’t like it one bit. 

“Look,” you huff, shaking a few clumpy strands out of your face. “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now… but I’m really sorry.”

The only response you receive is the whoosh of running water. 

Your shoulders slump in defeat. Obviously, he’s not going to answer the door. Why would he? He had every right to be mad. You hadn’t hesitated to dismiss him, and his passions, when you were the one upset.

You come to the grim realization that maybe things are better this way.

Jungkook is completely, entirely, wholeheartedly different from you, and you from him. So much so that you were incompatible. You’ve barely dipped your toes into anything serious, yet the two of you were already fighting and miscommunicating. It would never work, whatever it is. It couldn’t.

Deep down in your heart, you know none of that is true.

As much as you try to rationalize the distance, you can’t convince yourself that your life is better like this—because whenever you picture a future with Jungkook or reflect on the past, you see and feel nothing but sunshine. The walls begin to crumble and you feel free. Maybe, the characteristics of Jungkook you deemed annoying and different, were what made being with him so euphoric.

But none of that matters anymore. Whatever chance you had at that, at something more with him, you've completely destroyed. With a grimace and an awful pit in your stomach, you decide the best thing you can do for him is leave him alone. You adjust the takeout bags in your hand and begin to head out. 

Just as you reach the end of the dingy hallway, you hear a click and a loud creak. You spin so fast you almost get whiplash. 

Jungkook is standing in his doorway, looking at you blankly with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He’s shirtless, full muscles rippling under his milky skin. Normally you would ogle at the sight of his toned chest and defined abs, but your focus is elsewhere. Like on the red flannel sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, sharp v-line peeking over the hem. You recognize them from the night you helped him study for an upcoming quiz. 

‘This is a conspiracy,’ he grumbled, convinced the test was an elaborate scheme by the school committee to punish him for his frequent drunken mishaps and countless guideline violations. You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder as you helped him memorize terms and ideas. You guys didn’t leave the library until 2 a.m.

He looks warm and cozy. Dark tresses swooping in messy waves across his forehead as he peers at you with doe eyes. After not seeing him or checking in on him for a while, you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey,” he mumbles softly, voice coming out muffled over the bristles of his toothbrush. He pulls it out, letting out a tiny ‘oops’ as a glob of toothpaste hits the floor. He wipes it away with his foot before continuing. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” Everything you wanted to say had trickled out of your mind like the little droplets of water running down your skin. 

He meets your silence with an unamused squint and starts to close the door. 

“Jungkook, wait!” You shout, taking a few frantic steps closer. “I saw the showcase!”

He pauses. “You did?” His thick brows slant in confusion. “How?”

“It’s still up in the liberal arts building.”

He nods his head slowly as an awkward quietness falls over the corridor. You can tell he’s still upset with you and the tension makes you queasy. 

“I have pancakes,” you offer nervously, lifting up the crinkled plastic bags in your hand. It’s so damn cheesy. But you're trying your best. You prayed that he understood the reference, and remembered how he showed up to your dorm in the same exact way. The fateful night that started it all. 

“Interesting.” His nose twitches as he tongues the little hoop on his bottom lip. Obviously fighting a smile. Thank God. “What kind?”

“Chocolate chip… your favorite.” 

He hums a contemplative noise, scanning you up and down. Your hair is dripping. The pink velvet hoodie you’re wearing is clinging to your figure in ways he knows it isn’t supposed to. “Why are you wet?”

“It’s raining,” you point out. 

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, glancing into his room and out the window at the cloudy, gray sky. There’s a change in his expression when he faces you again. “You walked here in the rain?”

You nod meekly. 

The harsh glint in his eyes softens. He sighs deeply, head dropping in defeat as he holds out a colorful arm, inked digits gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere, Bambi. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Bambi. 

You’ve never been so elated to hear that nickname. 

“Thank you,” you peep, scurrying towards his open door before he changes his mind and sends you packing. Goosebumps form on your skin when your bicep brushes against his bare chest as you hastily enter the room. The light touch leaves your cheeks hot.

“Hold on,” he says, disappearing into his tiny bathroom. You set the pancakes on top of his nightstand, awkwardly standing in the middle of his dorm. This isn’t exactly how you envisioned your first time at Jungkook’s place would go.

While idly taking in your surroundings, you spot a little whiteboard above his bed. On it, scribbled in blue marker, is the biggest boobs you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s a heart eyes emoji tacked on in the corner. A good artistic detail, you think. You should be rolling your eyes at his boyishness. That’s what you always do. But an endeared laugh comes out instead. 

Why was a poorly drawn pair of tits making you soft?

Right underneath the whiteboard is a collage of taped pictures. You bend at the waist for a better look. There’s a polaroid of him and Taehyung, arms intertwining at the elbows, both downing a dark, probably alcoholic, beverage. How cute of them. The next photo is of Jungkook on a rollercoaster, tongue out and eyes crinkled as he middle fingers the camera. So wild and free. Your heart swells in familiarity. 

But the more you stumble upon, the more unfamiliar Jungkook becomes. There’s a few blurry pictures of a big black dog he’s never spoken about before. The next one has you gushing. It’s a candid image of baby-faced Jungkook, holding up his high school diploma with a proud, big, bunny smile. There’s an older woman in the frame kissing his cheek. You tilt your head in confusion. You wonder if it’s his mother. You had just assumed he couldn’t stand his parents and didn’t keep in contact with them.

Maybe… you don’t have Jungkook figured out like you thought you did. There’s still so much you have to learn. You make a mental note of all the questions you want to ask him later. 

That is if there even is a later. 

The bathroom door opens and Jungkook walks out. “Here,” he says, handing you a pile of neatly folded clothes. There’s an oversized black hoodie on top. Your favorite sweater, the one you always steal from him. You watch sullenly as he sits down on the edge of his bed. 

“I’m sorry,” you reiterate, absolutely loathing how weak and frail you sound. Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just stares into your soul with those scrutinizing eyes. “Can you talk to me, please?”

“I wanted to talk at the library,” he groans, arms jolting forward in frustration, fingers painfully flexed and hooked like claws. His bare chest flushed an angry red. “I’ve been trying to talk to you. All fucking week!”

Startled, you jump at his voice, dropping the stack of clothes you were holding. Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Ah, I-'' he interrupts himself with a shameful hiss. You pick up the fallen fabrics with shaky hands, placing them on his nightstand with the forgotten pancakes. Jungkook digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, too apologetic and embarrassed for losing his cool to look at you. “I’m sorry.”

To be fair, he hadn’t been that loud. It was more abrupt than anything else. But your Jungkook was as happy and carefree as the wind. This side of him was new, and you were still figuring out how to navigate the uncharted waters. “It’s okay.” You can’t blame him. Not after everything you’ve done. “You’re allowed to be mad.” 

“I’m not mad,” he sighs. The tattooed fingers splayed over his eyes slide in to clamp the bridge of his nose. The other hand pats the spot next to him on the black comforter. “Come here.” 

“But,” you look down at the damp clothes, “I’m wet.”

“It’s fine. Sit down.”

You listen, cautiously sinking down into the bed. Despite the copious amounts of nude escapades, you’ve never felt more vulnerable with him. Usually, when you’re in bed with Jungkook, he’s panting above you, sleeping below you, or lying beside you. Head snuggled into your neck like an annoying, albeit affectionate, cat. Now, you make sure to keep your distance, anxiously picking at your chipped nail polish. 

“What happened?” He questions breathlessly, relieved to finally verbalize the words that were weighing heavy on his chest. “Everything was going great and then you switched up on me. Like the showcase? Really, Bambi? I was the only person there without a guest.”

The disappointment in his voice cuts you deep, but the vision of him at the event he had been so excited for, completely alone, hurts even worse. You were his muse, and you rejected him. Looking at him was an awful decision, because you get lost in his eyes immediately. Those beautiful, captivating, endless eyes. Filled with pain and uncertainty. You realize the only way to make that awful look disappear, is to confess…

“I really like you, Jungkook… a lot. Like- more than just friends…”

Once again, you’re met with silence. Jungkook’s face is unreadable yet so familiar. You've seen that expression before. You can’t pinpoint when or where exactly, but it makes your heart pound so loudly that your ears ring.

“So,” you continue shakily, “the last time we hung out—when you canceled our plans—I got really upset.”

“I was finishing my project.” 

“But then I saw a picture of you at a party-,”

“Yeah,” he defends, looking at you exasperatedly, unable to follow your train of thought. “I wanted to take pictures of the fireworks.” 

“I know that now,” you admit, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, “but the picture was from Nayeon’s Instagram.” 

“Nayeon?” He frowns. “I haven’t talked to Nayeon in months.”

“But you guys were-” your eyes dart around in search of the right phrasing. You settle on ‘a thing’, putting little air quotes around the ambiguous title. 

“Why does that matter?” He asks incredulously. “Her and I ended things before we even started hooking up. I haven’t had sex with anybody else since we’ve been a thing.” The last part is teasing, he mimics your air quotes as his pierced pout curls into a smirk. Ah, Jungkook gets it now. Your unbecoming actions over the course of the week were a product of jealousy and possessiveness. Any lingering trace of anger is washed away with the revelation. “I told you that.”

“Yeah, but…” After mulling over your thoughts, you hesitate to speak. You hadn’t realized how ridiculous and childish you were being until now. Taehyung was right after all. “I don’t know, the way you said it seemed… fishy.”  

Jungkook deadpans you before shaking his head, chuckling under his breath. You watch it all unfold awkwardly. How embarrassing. 

“It’s not funny, Jungkook!”

“Ah!” He echos your shouts through a laugh, cupping your head with his large hands and jittering it gently. “Stop thinking! Your brain is evil!”

Hm. Valid point. 

“In my defense,” you retort, cuffing his wrists with your tiny hands. His skin is warm and soft. You’ve missed touching him so much. “You literally mentioned Nayeon while we were having sex.”

The playful stars in his eyes combust. “Huh?”

“Oral fixation.” 

His eyes widen in remembrance. “Oh shit,” he groans, slumping down, hands dropping into his lap. “Looking back, that was so fucked, but I- I just thought it was funny. I swear I didn’t mean anything, like- bad by it. I-.” Frustrated by his own stuttering and lack of judgment, Jungkook mushes his fingers into his sockets before laying down in defeat. “That was so fucking stupid of me. I’m stupid. I’m sorry, Bambi.”

Stupid. 

That word coaxes a visceral reaction out of you. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. His tattooed fingers part in the middle as he hesitantly peeks at you. You giggle for a moment, and so does he, but then you feel the gravity of the situation. Sniffling, you look down at the beautiful boy. How could you have ever been so nasty to him? You push his bangs back gently. They’ve gotten longer. Cupping his cheek, you slowly brush your thumb across his soft skin. You’re afraid that if you’re too rough, he’ll slip right through your fingers. “You’re not stupid, Jungkook... I’ve never met anyone who sees the world how you do. You’re so creative and clever in your own right… I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t, because I don’t think that at all.” Voice crack. “I never did.”  

“Hey,” Jungkook coos in concern. “It’s okay.” 

“No, it’s not okay,” you argue, blinking furiously to fight back the waterworks. “And I’m really sorry about the showcase. I know how important it was to you.” 

“Shh,” he shushes, “please don’t cry.” He catches your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your fingertips. “You apologized, so we’re good, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you sniffle. It feels like a ton of bricks have been lifted off of your shoulders. “For what it’s worth, your portfolio was gorgeous.”

“Nah,” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist and encouraging you to lay down with him. “You’re only saying that because you were in it.” You smile softly, thankful for his light-hearted banter. You stay like that for a while. Face to face. Just looking at one another. You think you could stay like this forever, basking in his beauty. His warmth. Jungkook speaks first. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about the picture?” 

“I guess, I was just scared of losing you… but then I just started ignoring you, which doesn’t make sense… so probably should’ve just talked to you about it.” The stream of consciousness makes him laugh. “I really like you, Jungkook.”

“I don’t do relationships.” 

You feel your heart shatter into a million, irreparable pieces. 

How cruel. 

“Wait, those aren’t the right words,” Jungkook shakes his head. “What I meant to say is that I’ve never actually been in a relationship.” The stammered admission has you stunned. Campus fuckboy Jungkook has never been in a relationship? “And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing but… I really like you, too. I want you, I do… I don’t know how good of a boyfriend I’ll be but,” he looks at you for the first time throughout his nervous ramble. His eyes are just as terrified as yours. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

You blink at him. Did he just say… boyfriend? 

“__,” Jungkook calls, anxiously toying with his lip ring. “Do you want this?”

You’ve never wanted anything more. 

Without warning, you smash your lips into his. This kiss is sloppy and brash, but he’s yours. Jungkook is yours. “I think you chipped my tooth,” he winces, chuckling breathlessly. “Is that a yes?”

You nod vehemently. 

“Okay,” he smiles, tilting your chin, “now give me a real kiss. None of that amateur shit you just pulled.” 

You kiss him again, head full of clouds and tummy full of butterflies. Jungkook grabs under your thighs, maneuvering you on top of him, knees on either side of his cinched waist. Your lips are more controlled this time. There’s a little tongue action. Nothing too dirty, just soft brushes and prods like you’re two virgins testing the waters. Everything is slow and unhurried. You feel like you’re floating, levitating, fucking astral projecting.

“There we go,” Jungkook grins, the rounded tip of his nose tickling yours. It’s so sappy, and you can only imagine how dumb you two look, staring at each other with sparkly eyes and goofy smiles.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, though.

A sneaky hand and the grinding of a zipper interrupts the cute moment.

“You perv!” You shriek, giggling wildly as you swat his naughty fingers away. The damage is done, and the sleeve of your open sweater slips down your bare shoulder. “Is sex all you think about?”

“Mm,” he hums in confirmation, placing a peck on the newly exposed skin. “Sex with you,” he specifies before peeling the damp material from your arms and tossing it onto the floor. You cringe at the clanging of your expensive, deadstock, Juicy Couture hoodie. “Why are you so covered up?” Jungkook sits up to suck on your erect nipple, right through your translucent, white tank top. Whimpering, you grind against him. “You gotta take this off…” he sighs dreamily, yanking the pesky shirt over your head.

Wow. He’s extra needy today. Not that you’re complaining. 

“Jungkook,” you complain, arms crossed over your chest. “Stop staring!”

“Why are you being so shy?” He does this often. Gawks at your naked body until your skin burns and your cheeks sting. It's a strange feeling. So uncomfortable yet so reassuring. You’ve never had a man look at you the way Jungkook does, like he’s trying to remember every birthmark, curve, and detail. That level of intimacy was scary. You can’t help but squirm under his intense gaze. “You’re my girl now, aren’t you, baby?

His girl. You swoon. 

“I am, it’s just kinda awkward.” 

“How so?” He patronizes, bottom lip jutting out in a deep pout. “Can’t I look?”

“You can just… don’t stare.”

“I do what I want.” The sudden switch in his voice makes your breath hitch. “Move your arms. Let me see you.”

Oh. He’s in one of those moods. 

You and Jungkook rarely dabbled in sub and dom dynamics. Maybe, he was too afraid of intimidating you. Maybe, you were too afraid to initiate. But boy was his aggressiveness a treat. The duality between the relaxed attitude he carried in his everyday life, and the occasional primal beast that came out during sex, made your mouth water. 

“Really?” He tuts his tongue when you counter him with a scowl, raising a threatening brow at you, code for ‘go ahead, test me’. You do, not moving a muscle. 

Jungkook physically pries your arms apart and twists them behind your back, holding your wrists together in one hand. The swift movement makes you gasp.

“This okay, Bambi?” 

All you can see over the bubbles of your cheeks is his tangled, black hair. His forehead rests against your collarbones, sharp exhales fanning across your chest. The hot gusts make your nipples pebble and the light stimulation sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your spine.

“Yes,” you whimper. 

Using his free hand, Jungkook grips your jaw, indulging you in a sweet kiss. “Good girl.” The whispered praise has your clit throbbing. He turns your face towards the sleek mirror mounted on the wall. “Look at you, baby.”

Insecurity looms over you like a black raincloud as you’re forced to look at the reflection. The sight of your nude body makes you feel icky. Instinctively, you try to jerk away.

 “Hey, stop-” he gruffs, tightening his grip to cement you in place. “Chill. Take a deep breath.” 

You obey, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

“Why are you so combative today?” The rough edge falters for a moment when Jungkook confirms that he ‘just learned that word yesterday from a synonym website’. You giggle. Why must he be so adorable? “Don’t I always take care of you?”

“You do.”

“Do you trust me?” You nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“I trust you, Jungkook.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, making you face the glass again. His touch is much more gentle this time, guiding you with a delicate finger on your chin. “Don’t look at me,” Jungkook chuckles when he catches you staring at him and then points at your bewildered expression, “eyes on you.”

Despite the initial resistance, looking own reflection isn't as difficult as it was the first time. There’s little things you pick up on, like the way your thick, fluffy hair lays. The way your chest looks so supple pressed against his. How your hips curve out at the right angle. Your skin is smooth and poreless. That Laneige toner is really out here doing the lord's work.

“Look at how beautiful you are.”

Although Jungkook’s words are sweet, you wouldn’t go that far. But you guess, one could say you’re cute—which is more credit than you’ve given yourself in a while.

“Aren’t you so beautiful, baby?”

You hum to appease him, but this experience was definitely a start. You’re gaining self-confidence, one baby step at a time. “You’re beautiful, too.”

“You think so?” He asks airily, flashing one of those teeny tiny smiles he does, where only his two front chompers poke out. You swear this man is an angel, or some mythical being that was too ethereal to exist on planet Earth. Mumbling a small ‘uh huh’, you peck at the corner of his mouth. His silver hoop feels icy against your lips, but his hands, rubbing soothing lines up your back, are so warm. “I wish you saw yourself the way I do,” he says with sparkly eyes. “How could I want anyone else, Bambi?”

Your heart swells two sizes too big and you don’t even know how to respond. 

“Alright, space girl,” Jungkook chuckles at your ditzy state, delivering a quick swat to your ass to bring you back to reality. An impatient, tattooed arm is hooked under your thigh, tossing you to the side before he gets to his feet. “Lay down. ‘S been a while since I ate that pussy.”

“Wait,” you say, unphased by his lewd comment. “Can I…” you look down at his crotch, “you know?”

“What?” He smirks at your vagueness. “Suck my dick?”

Foreplay normally consisted of Jungkook’s head between your thighs, his fingers milking your g-spot, or a shy handjob here and there. Now that he’s your boyfriend, you suppose it’s finally time to return the favor. Especially since he looks so delicious with his messy hair and his pretty tits out. 

“Please,” you choke, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how quickly the plead slipped out. 

“You don’t have to beg,” he purrs, stepping between your parted thighs sat at the edge of his bed. You gulp, nose aligned with his growing bulge. “Actually, yes, you do,” he retracts, swiping his big thumb across your bottom lip tauntingly. You’re dripping, already knowing where things are headed. “Been a bad girl lately, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” you pout, shrinking under his beady eyes, peering right at you over his big nose. “But you said we’re passed that.”

“We are,” he agrees, “but I could use some reassurance. Wanna give me a little bit, baby?” 

“How?”

“Suck it,” he requests, tapping his thick digit against your deep frown, “show me how good you’re gonna blow me… just so I know…”

God, you can’t deny him. Not when his voice is drenched in lust and he looks that yummy.  Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you grab his wrist, taking his thumb into your mouth, all the way down to his palm. Moaning, you swirl your tongue around the pad. He plays along, plunging and pulling his finger into your wet suction. Your lips are going to look so fucking pretty around his cock, Jungkook thinks. 

“‘Kay, no more,” he says, voice strained as he yanks his hand away. The movement makes you accidentally bite your tongue. Asshole. He proceeds to tangle his spit-covered hand into your hair. Major asshole. With a thick fistful, Jungkook shoves you into his clean-shaven pelvis. “Am I hard yet? Check for me?”

He knows he’s hard. You know he’s hard. But you indulge him anyway, mushing a sloppy kiss into his v-line. The view of his eyes is disrupted by the heavy heaving of his chest, and his cute little nipples; spiked and erect. Dipping down, you place a loving peck on the tip through his pants. The red material is damp from his arousal. “Yep, hard.”

“Cute,” he laughs in reaction to how sweet and innocent you look down there. “Take it out, then.”

You tug his pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. His boner springs up with vigor, whacking you in the nose on its path up to his navel. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, smacking a hand over his mouth in guilt. You glare at him, suspicious of how genuine that ‘guilt’ really is. Something you’ve noticed about Jungkook is that his smiles reach his eyes first. You don’t need to see his lips to know he’s holding in a laugh. The little stars in his irises and the crinkles in the outer corners blow his facade. “You okay, Bambi?”

“Control your dick, Jeon,” you sneer.

“Can’t,” he pouts, wrapping his palm around his tree-trunk-sized base while kicking his pants aside, “he wants you.” You’re impressed at how quickly he steers the conversation back to sex. Also, personifying his dick? That’s new. Clicking his tongue, Jungkook measures his hard cock across the length of your face. If it wasn’t for the curve, his pretty pink tip would be touching your hairline. “How’s he gonna fit, baby? You sure you can take it?”

The questions were rhetorical, purely dirty talk, but they held a piece of the intimidating truth. “I don’t know,” you respond honestly. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Sensing your nerves, he pulls back a bit.

“Only once,” you shiver, recalling the questionable memory. “So I don’t know how good I’ll be at this…”

“Pfft,” he dismisses your concerns, “don’t worry about that.” He pets your cheek and you nuzzle into his touch, thankful for the comforting gesture. Then, Jungkook plops down, shimmying up the bed clumsily until he’s hunkered down in his pillows. Following suit, you turn to face him and begin tying your hair up. 

“Wait!” He hollers, stopping you at the elbow. His eyes widen at his own unexpected outburst. “Leave it, please. I like it down…” he coughs, “so pretty.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your frizzy baby hairs shooting wildly in all different directions. Pretty? Regardless, you let go, messy strands falling in loops against your chest and back.

“I have flavored lube if that helps. In my nightstand.”

Of course, Jungkook owns flavored lubricant. It's pretty on-brand for him. But your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you open his top drawer, unveiling almost an entire Adam & Eve store. 

That’s a stretch and you’re dramatic.

Still, you stare in wonderment. There’s an unopened pack of condoms, ‘ribbed for her pleasure!’ printed on the front in purple letters. The blue and white wand next to it makes you choke. The Hitachi. It’s much bigger than you expected, but it makes sense. If it’s as powerful as Jungkook boasted, it must need a fucking car battery. You gulp. 

“Snooping through my things, Bambi?” 

“No,” you squeak, shaking your head. “You have quite the collection here, Mr. Jeon.”

“Mr. Jeon, that’s sexy,” he laughs, making you jump with an unexpected smack to your ass. “See anything you like?”

Cheeks ablaze, you stay focused, finally spotting the little aqua bottle of… blue raspberry flavored lubricant? You pick it up, causing a shiny piece of metal with a little glint of pink to roll out.

“Really, dude?” 

Jungkook’s brows furrow in confusion until he sees the silver butt plug, decorated with a pretty pink gem on the end. Absolutely perfect for you. “Oh, yeah,” he snatches the toy from your clammy hand and eyes it with pride. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“I can’t believe you actually bought one.”

“Why not? I said I was going to.”

“I know,” you huff with a nervous snicker, “but I didn’t think you were actually going to do it.”

“I mean,” he looks at you like you’re brainless, “you like anal, no?”

“No!” You shriek defensively. Anal play wasn’t even on your sexual radar...

Well, that’s not entirely truthful.

You enjoyed it the last time you had sex with Jungkook, in the shower, getting stretched out by his thick thumb in your butt. You remember how mindblowing and pleasurable it felt to be full. “Well, maybe. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles reassuringly. “We don’t have to use it. I just figured it’d be nice to have, in case you wanted to experiment, you know?” 

He’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes you ill. 

Now that you think about it, your sexuality is basically untapped. You’ve barely scratched the surface of self-discovery. Before Jungkook, you’ve never had a man care about your pleasure, or encourage you to take risks for your own sake. No ulterior motives. Being with Jungkook was like skydiving. Horrifying at first, life-changing once you took the plunge. With him, the parachute was there whether you decided to jump or not. You know that you’re safe, so why not take the plunge?

“Actually, Jungkook,” you stammer, “I kinda wanna try it… the butt plug.”

“You sure?” 

“I’m positive.”

The conviction in your voice is like a beautiful ballad in his ears. Brick by brick, you’re opening up. Every day spent together, the walls erode a bit more. 

“I got the smallest size I could find, see?” He holds the toy up to his thumb to demonstrate. It’s only a little longer, a little thicker. “So it’s not that far off from what you’re used to.”

“Thank you, baby,” you gush, planting a fat kiss on the dough of his cheek. The contrast between his bready, baby face and his razor-sharp jawline makes you dizzy. You need him in your mouth asap. “Can I suck your dick now?”

“Absolutely, but first can you-,” his index finger twirls in a circle. You blink at him blankly. “Ah, fuck it.” Deciding it’d be much easier to move you himself, Jungkook sits up at the waist to spin you until you're face to face with his third leg, resting patiently against his stomach. The modified 69 has you creaming. “Like that…” he mumbles dreamily, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your track pants, tugging them down your thighs to expose your perky behind and glowy cunt. 

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Innocent little thing…” he whispers, smoothing a palm over your lower back. He leans up to chomp on the fat of your ass cheek, leaving bunny-toothed dents in your skin. A predator eating its prey. “Want help?”

“Please,” you mewl, melting under his touch. 

“Spit,” he orders, cupping an inked hand under your mouth. Reluctantly, you spit into his palm. He uses your saliva to wet himself, coating his unbearably hard cock with a few languid pumps. Opening the cap, Jungkook squirts a little drop of lubricant onto his finger. “Taste.”

You softly suck on his fingertip. The liquid is sweet like a blue raspberry jolly rancher, but it’s not nearly as sweet as Jungkook’s deep guttural moan and hooded gaze. So worked up just for you. Only you. Yours.

“This, too,” he coos, bringing the butt plug up to your lips, “suck it.”

Seeing him this needy and touch-starved was doing things to you. Maybe you should ignore him more often, if it meant that he would be this feral. You comply, wrapping your lips around the icy metal.

“Being so good, baby,” he affirms, resting the drenched plug against his solid stomach before squirting a generous amount of lubricant onto his length, tugging until he’s glistening with a sticky blue sheen. Big and pretty. “Just start with the tip, alright? Go slow.” 

You nod, mesmerized by the little bead of dew resting on the slit of his pretty pink head. Well, it’s a bit blue now. Cotton candy. Yummy. 

“Stick your tongue out.” You do, hovering closer. Jungkook taps his length against your tongue with nasty, wet smacking noises. “You want me so bad, don’t you?” 

You nod impatiently, making your flat tongue brush against the crown of his leaking cock

“Fuck,” he groans, “put it in your mouth.”

There are a few reasons why you find blowjobs problematic. Unfortunately, you were cursed with an annoyingly overactive gag reflex. Very unideal for dick sucking. However, your primary concerns were taste and texture. But Jungkook’s cock feels like butter when you take it into your mouth. Smooth and silky. And the lubricant made him candy-flavored.

“You like that taste, Bambi?” Jungkook chuckles at how eager and dutiful you look, licking and sucking on his swollen tip like a lollipop. You hum in response, slowly swirling your tongue around his tip with purpose. Giving you a hand, literally and figuratively, Jungkook starts stroking the shaft, stimulating the parts of him you have yet to gobble up. “Want more?” You’re not sure what he’s referring to, but you agree anyway, completely entranced by him. With that, Jungkook squeezes under the tip, and you feel a tiny burst of precum hit your tastebuds. 

He’s so sexy you could die. 

Moaning, you clench your thighs together for some much needed friction, causing a single drop of wetness to trickle down your leg. Right before his very eyes. He’s never been so hungry, and it would be so easy to just…

“Jungkook!” You moan so loudly you’re sure everyone on campus can hear it. He had laid his tongue flat, trailing your arousal back up to your pussy and then sensually dipping between your folds in one hot lick. He even traces higher, prodding against your other hole until you’re seeing stars.

“Watch your teeth,” he winces when you get carried away, “be gentle, baby.” Peeping a shy apology, you curl your lips over your teeth and slide down past the tip until you’re halfway down his length. You focus on your breathing, nostrils expanding as you inhale deeply. “That’s it, take more.” 

So captivated by his ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh huhs’, you miss the sound of a cap clicking open. Suddenly, you feel a cold drizzle slide between your cheeks, before a pair of warm hands spread the slippery substance all over. He uses the residual to thoroughly coat the butt plug. 

“Gonna put it in now.” He spreads you open with one hand, pressing the silver against your clenched muscle. “Let me know if anything feels off.” 

The initial push is a bit much. You pull off of him with a wet pop, whimpering as he sluggishly inserts the foreign object. He stops at the sound of your whines. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah- fuck,” you grunt, “big, thas all. Please, keep going.”

“I mean, it’s not that big,” Jungkook chuckles, running some saliva over the toy for more moisture, “you’re taking it well, though.” Slowly but surely, he works you open. The noises you moan around his cock are obscene. Not because it hurts, but because it’s so satisfying. 

“Feels good, Koo…”

“Sheesh,” he breathes, staring in astonishment at the pink gem in your ass, “it’s so fucking pretty. So sexy.” In his fucked out, head empty state, Jungkook bucks up, shoving all eight of his curved inches down your throat. He doesn’t realize what happened until you pull off with a gag and teary eyes. 

“Bambi,” he coos wearily and fear ridden. “I didn’t mean to do that, I swear.” 

You send him the meanest, fiercest glare you can conjure up, hoping his conscience burns just as much as your throat does. 

“No, come on,” he pleads in despair, reaching for you as you crawl away, “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I wo-,” 

You shut him up by hoisting a shaky leg over his hip, straddling him. “You really can’t control yourself, can you?” You hover over him with a teasing smile. How could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked like Tuxedo Mask? The dreamy love interest of your favorite cartoon. 

He sighs in relief, panic leaving his body as fast as it came. “No, I can’t,” he smiles softly, shaking his head and snaking both arms around your waist, “not with you.”

And at that moment, you swear you’ve never been happier. 

The closeness you felt was indescribable. Not physically, although his python grip was warm and comfortable. It was all emotional. You’re spiraling out of control, heading flipping and stomach somersaulting, but it’s okay—a contained type of chaos. Jungkook feels it too. The shift in the air. The subtle, yet painfully obvious, change in your dynamic. You’re different this time around. A little more outgoing. A little more fearless, as you sit on top of him. He loves it. He thinks he might even love…

“You gonna ride me, Bambi?”

“Mhm.” You feel like a schoolgirl again when you kiss him. That nervousness, wrapped in unbearable excitement, whenever you passed your first crush in the halls. Yeah, that's how you feel right now, looking down at the most stunning person you’ve ever experienced. 

Sparks. Fireworks. Butterflies.  

You and Jungkook exchange shy smiles when your hands touch, reaching for his erection, desperate to close the gap and become one. So ready to connect your bodies, minds, and hearts in the most intimate way. Clumsily, you fail at first. You’re both so wet that his flushed tip slips, completely missing your entrance and sliding past your clit. 

“Sorry,” you chirp abashedly. 

“That’s okay,” he pipes, holding himself up for you, “try again.” Just the thick head of his cock resting against your folds is enough to know that there’s going to be an adjustment period. A stretch. There always was, Jungkook is fucking huge. But you have a feeling that this new position would hit differently, making him feel bigger, harder, longer. With a firm grip on your hip, he guides you down onto his piercing length. A symphony of moans and sighs fills the room. 

“How’s that?”

You’ve never felt so full.

The butt plug makes the squeeze even tighter, pushing his cock right into your g-spot. The burn ignited a mind-numbing fire inside of you. That, or he was just so deep that you felt him in your stomach. “‘S okay,” you whimper, gnawing on your lip and clinging onto him for stability, “really deep like this, Koo.”

“Take your time,” he gruffs, wincing under the dig of your petite fingers, making little crescent indents in his biceps. Amid sex, the tension in your body served as a reminder that you’re still learning. He was doing his best to be good, but the way your pussy just swallowed him up like that, triggered something primal. Tightest, wettest pussy he’s ever had the blessing of penetrating. Biting his tongue until his mouth tastes metallic, Jungkook battles the urge to thrust up into you until you’re dumb and drooling. He’s trying so hard to be good. The internal struggle is heard in his voice when he speaks, strained and gravely. “Start slow.” 

Eventually, the tiny licks of pain transform into a milky, insatiable hunger. When you look down at him, all you see is the base of his thick neck, head thrown back as he succumbs to the gratification of your walls. ‘Wow, what a man,’ you think to yourself. Your man. Encouraged by your eagerness to please, you begin sloppily jerking your hips at a fast pace. No flow or rhythm. 

“Easy, easy,” Jungkook shushes with a grin, stopping you at the waist. “Why are you in such a hurry, hm? We have all night.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he laughs, grabbing the shaky hands that are resting awkwardly on your thighs. “Let’s get your form right first. Lean on me.” With the command, your palms are placed flat on his broad, solid pecs. Already, the angle and leverage work with his curve deliciously. “And it’ll probably feel better for you, if you moved like this instead,” Jungkook grips your ass, rocking you into a grinding motion. Instead of up and down, your cunt drags back and forth on his throbbing shaft. 

He’s right. It feels so much better like this. The dreamy sensation has you moaning and moving like a pornstar. 

To be honest, this wasn’t even the type of video Jungkook clicked on when looking through his PornHub feed in the mornings. Absently scrolling past orgies and blowjobs like the daily newspaper. He preferred things fast. Pummeling every inch into you before pulling out swiftly, leaving only the very tip inside to keep you needy and begging. But fuck, the slow, sensual rolls of your hips were turning his brain to mush. And the way you’re dripping down his balls might make him demote missionary to his second favorite position. He’s hypnotized, staring up at your perky tits, rippling and bouncing freely above him. 

“Yeah, baby…” you cheer, carding your fingers through his thick, healthy hair as he sits up at the waist, latching onto your nipple. The gentle runs turn into harsh tugs when he takes the sensitive teat between his teeth. The overstimulation makes you hiss. 

“Taste so good,” he huffs, “I can’t keep my mouth off of you.” Slicking his wispy bangs away, Jungkook leans back, stealing a naughty peek at you fucking yourself on him. Using him just how he likes. He spreads his legs apart, praying it’ll help you sink down even further, if possible. “Yeah, take it all…”

“Love taking it all…” 

That hot, gooey ballooning is already forming in his balls. The pooling in his shaft is a warning; he’s going to bust soon. Jungkook maintains a strict ladies first policy, so he needs to think of something. Fast. A lightbulb switches on in his head when your neglected clit glides across his smooth pelvis. 

“Hold on.” With a hand on your lower back, Jungkook squeezes you against him, preventing you from toppling over as he leans to the side and fiddles around in his special drawer. You gulp when he takes out the infamous vibrator. 

“You look terrified,” he jokes, pointing out your fearful gaze and plump lips, currently forming a cute little ‘o’ as you observe the wand. 

“Hm, I wonder why?” You scoff at him in fiend ignorance. “Oh, it’s superrr strong, most girls don’t even last five minutes,” you mimic in your best Jeon Jungkook impression. Voice dropping an octave to match his deep, even tone. You think it’s pretty accurate, but his melodic giggles say otherwise.

“I mean, it is,”  he confirms, powering on the vibrator, “but there’s different settings, like, here’s the lowest.” The white crown is placed on your inner thigh, letting you get accustomed to the movement before he uses it to destroy you, and your most private areas. The low rumble travels up the muscle in your leg until it reaches your clit with a faint hum. “See? Not bad, right?”

Wrong. 

The lack of foreplay on your end, had you teetering on the edge. So when Jungkook presses the strong, creamy buzz to your swollen bud, you’re a goner. 

“Fuck!” You wail. “This is the lowest speed?”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I- oh!” Evilly, Jungkook moves the toy down, nudging the rounded corner underneath your hood, directly stimulating your little bundle of nerves. “I… don’t know… can’t… think right now…”

“Have nothing to say now, huh smart girl?”

Oh, so this was your punishment. 

If you could even call it that. You’ve never felt so fucking good. 

The rapture coursing through your vein forces you to stop, clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders. He picks up where you left off, rutting into you with vigor, hitting all of your sweet spots perfectly. That, combined with the smooth plug in your ass and the vibrator on your clit, has you overwhelmed and out of control. 

“Fuck! Jungkook, I can’t- too much.”

You’re cumming before he even has the chance to object. Thighs quivering. Arms shaking. Eyes rolling back into oblivion. The darkness is disrupted by lightning bolts of white, hot pleasure. Your entire body tingles like you’ve just stuck your acrylic into an outlet. Jungkook guides you to the light as you brace the crashing tsunami of your orgasm. 

A literal tsunami.

“You squirted.”

“I did?”

“A little.” Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to witness it. Just relished in the warm splashes on his pelvis, his upper thighs, and his cock. You nuzzle into his shoulder, groaning disgruntledly in shame. Jungkook humors you by resting his cheek on top of your head, swaying subtly as he holds you. “Guess you’re not my Bambi anymore. Deer can’t swim.”

“They can swim,” you murmur. “You don’t shit about deer, Jungkook.”

“You’re more like a fish or something,” he coos happily, ignoring your correction. “...Ponyo.”

“You like Studio Ghibli movies?” You ask, picking up your heavy head and looking at him with big, animated eyes. “Since when?”

“Since before my balls dropped,” he responds curtly.

“I didn’t know that…” 

“I think there’s a lot about me you don’t know yet, baby.” 

There’s no malice in his words. They’re not a sneaky jab, or an attempt to make you feel guilty. They’re just the truth.

“Can I ask you something, Kook?”

“Of course, you can,” he hums, friskily nipping at the apple of your cheek. 

‘Do you like anime in general? Or just Studio Ghibli?’

‘If so, what’s your favorite? Oh my God, this is so exciting!’

‘Is that your dog in those pictures?’

“You’re crazy, and yes, that’s my dog,” he chuckles at your endless string of curiosity. “But how about I nut first?” As if on cue, his member twitches inside of you, reminding you that he’s still hard and waiting patiently for his release. “And then you can interview me. Sounds good?”

“Yes,” you say, cheeks scalding. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” Jungkook repeats, pecking you lovingly. "I'm gonna lay you down now..." Strategically, he maneuvers you onto your side, plopping down behind you. You curl into his frame, back arching with the rise and fall of his panting chest, his beautifully sketched arm wrapped around your waist. The other rests on the bed, sticking straight out for you to use as a pillow. Your top leg is thrown over his hip, spreading you enough to run his length over your puffy cunt. Grabbing the Hitachi, he brings it back to your engorged clit. The touch makes you yelp. 

“Mm, I love how sensitive you get,” he whispers, licking a hot, needy stripe against your cheek. You peep out a confused noise, cowering under his tongue. Yuck. He’s so gross… but so sexy. “It’s not even turned on yet, baby. What would happen if I put it all the way up?”

“I think I’d fall in love with you…”

His heavy breaths stop as locks eyes with you. You can't distinguish the iris from the pupil. It all blends together like the night sky, filled with little stars of raw emotion. He’s pondering something, dewy lips parting and closing as the thought fades. 

Nothing is said, but you don't mind. Because when he enters you, rocking into you with languid, passionate thrusts, you feel it. The unspoken words surround you like the weather. They’re warm like a summer breeze.

“Mine, isn’t it?” He speaks against your lips, Hitachi set to the max, going full throttle on your nub. “Say it.”

“This pussy is yours,” you cry, crystal streams clouding your vision and streaming down towards his arm.

“Not that,” he chokes through gritted teeth, trying to postpone his orgasm. Waiting for you to say the magic words and open Pandora’s box. “You, baby. Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” he nods, lips curling in as he bathes in your dripping cunt. His strokes become short and uneven as he reaches the point of no return. “I’m yours, too.”

The declaration of reciprocal affection and want fills your chest before shooting to your core. You cum together, sighing into each other's mouths as pure, intense bliss takes over every square inch of your body. Every cell tingles. You try to kiss, but the seal of your lips is broken by your needy cries. During the mutual orgasm, Jungkook trembles. Chest, legs, and arms all quivering in unison as he milks both of you dry. Painting your walls with warm, white spurts until he has nothing left to give. The Hitachi isn’t turned off until you beg. 

Euphoria. 

When you’re done, neither of you can bring yourself to disconnect. Sex left your sweaty bodies idle and fucked out, but the intimacy of it all kept you rooted in place. Airy kisses are planted on your shoulder. Light scratches outline his tattoos. His seed is hot inside you in the most disgustingly comfortable way. You don’t move for a while, laying in each other's aura until the rain clouds fade and the milky way can be seen by the naked eye. Twinkling lights of stars and headlights flicker against his skin as you count his breaths. They grow more steady as the minutes pass. 

“I have a plan.”

Intrigued, you crane your neck, quirking a brow at the man behind you. “A plan?

Without warning, Jungkook expertly gets to his knees. Your ankles are hauled up by your head, manicured toes tickling his cotton pillowcase. Folded in half at the waist.

“Jungkook!”

“Bambi,” he huffs above you, softening cock still tucked inside of you. “Hold your legs for me.”

Oh. You know what he wants.

“Baby,” you giggle flirtatiously, hands curling under your thighs to keep them in place, “what are you doing?” He must want another round. Excitement bubbles in your squished chest and cramped stomach at the thought of having him twice in one night. 

“If you stay like this, I should be able to run to the bathroom without getting cum on my bed.”

“Are you kidding me?” You spew in disbelief and disappointment.

“Baby, please,” he groans with pleading eyes. “It’ll take two seconds, I promise.” 

“Fine,” you oblige with an overexaggerated pout, “but hurry. This hurts!”

With your permission, he scurries off into the bathroom. A light turns on and the faucet runs. He must be getting something to clean up with. Despite your best efforts, and the ache in your bent neck, his baby juice leaks out of you, cascading down your butt with impeccable speed.

“Jungkook, It’s dripping!” 

The door slams against the wall with a loud thud as he bursts through, wet cloth in hand. A second too late. “No!” He sighs in annoyance, dropping to his knees on the mattress, angrily watching a fat white droplet splash onto his black comforter. “Really?”

“What was I supposed to do?” You shout back playfully. The whole situation was dumb and immature, but you can’t stop laughing. You cackle like a madwoman when he runs the damp towel through your folds. “‘M ticklish,” you respond dazily when he raises a brow at you. The giggles turn into a sharp hiss when he slowly removes the plug from your swollen hole.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook coos, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of the slightly red, inflamed area. 

“A little, but I’m okay. I promise.” 

“Good,” he hums, smacking your ass, hinting that he wants you off the bed. “Go pee while I change the sheets.”

There’s a change in your appearance when you look in his bathroom mirror. The girl reflected, wearing her boyfriend’s black, pine-scented, oversized hoodie, seems… happy. She is happy. The resting bitch face that Mina often teased you for is completely gone. All you see is glowy skin, bright eyes, and puffy cheeks. A tiny hand comes up to massage them. Ow. They hurt from smiling so much. From laughing like a maniac. You’ve never seen yourself so lively. You’ve never felt so alive. 

With a content sigh, you skip back into the bedroom. 

Jungkook is already settled, snuggled under the clean bedding like a big baby. The sound of the door opening makes him jump, waking up from the two minute nap he accidentally fell into. Turning to you, he smiles lazily.

You’ll never get used to that face of his. That beautiful face.

“I’m knocked, Bambi,” he yawns, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

Heart heavy with warmth, you climb between the sheets. You lay on your back, preparing for him to sink his head into your full breasts like feathered pillows. His favorite cuddle position. 

“We never ate the pancakes,” you frown, noticing the plastic bags on his nightstand when you reach over, shutting his lamp off.

“‘S okay. We’ll eat ‘em in the morning.”

“Ew, Jungkook,” you scoff revoltingly. “They’ll be rotten by then.”

“You’re rotten but I still eat you.”

Hm. Touche. 

“You know,” he lulls, lips smacking together. It’s a habit that only comes about when sleep clouds his mind. “I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

“Liar,” you whisper with a smile, twirling the loose strands at the nape of his neck. Just the way he likes. “You called me a bitch, the day we met.”

“You’re so dramatic. I did not call you a bitch.” The way his tired, hooded eyes blare open at your false statement makes you laugh. “I said you were bitchy. There’s a difference.”

You recount the memory.

“You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?”

“But underneath that attitude… I don’t know- There was just… something about you. Something special. And I knew that I could bring that side out of you, eventually."

“Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you.” 

God, why are you so emotional today? 

Tears pile into your waterline. They’re not from sadness or anger. 

Laying in bed with Jungkook, who’s sighing peacefully as he drifts off to sleep, you can’t believe that this is your life. 

After a few minutes of silence, you realize that there’s no way you’re following him into dreamland. You’re way too wired and ecstatic. Who could blame you?

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

No answer.

“Jungkook.”

A grunt of acknowledgment. 

“Are you awake?”

“No…”

“But you just responded, though...”

Silence.

“Can we watch Sailor Moon?”

Crickets.

"Jungkook?"

“Baby!” He whines, high-pitched and huffy as he turns his head in frustration. “‘M sleepin’!’”

“Jeez,” you roll your eyes, still sluggishly playing with his dark ropes. “Someone’s grumpy…” 

There’s another beat of silence before he speaks.

“Fine,” he groans dramatically, twisting back to his original position with a smushed frown against your boob. “I’ll watch one episode. One.” 

You squeak excitedly, pecking the top of his head in appreciation, pulling out your phone and turning on your favorite series with glee. He puts up a good fight; loopily murmuring ‘wow’ and ‘no way’ whenever you share a little fun fact about the character lore. Halfway through, the sound of Usagi and Rei arguing is overtaken by Jungkook’s soft snores. 

Soft for now. You know once he hits the REM phase, he’ll turn into a lawnmower. 

With a defeated sigh, you close the streaming app and put your phone away, cuddling closer to your boyfriend. 

Your boyfriend. 

You're dying to finish the season. At this rate, it's going to take you guys forever to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety. But that’s okay, you suppose, because forever with Jungkook doesn’t sound that bad at all. 

it's requited love yall :')

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost]

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts #btshoneyhive #btswritingcafe #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #jungkook series #jungkook scenario #jungkook au #kpop #kpop imagines #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

[reinedeslys-central]

tbh I keep seeing the takes of ppl (and ballister) about ambrosius thinking he would kill the queen but not play freestyle jazz - and it totally makes sense and all with all the context -

BUT. I just wanna point out.

the look of indecision and shock/surprise on his face every time he sees bal after the incident, and even during the incident? the split second where he considers the other knights about to turn on him for knowing his partner best and steps up to lead the search saying 'before anyone gets hurt'? like say all you will (and I agree), but that scene to me reads exactly like someone trying to get to their lover first and protect them and prove their innocence before others can convict them sans trial (looking at you wangxian) OR, also, the realisation that you have to play it safe because the community has found out your lover is queer and the pitchforks are high, but you've always been the golden child / carrying a legacy, and you make the instinctive decision to stay safe for a multitude of reasons (after all, you can't shelter them by losing your rep too, can you? or so you think. same thing in the 'prom' teen-movie btw which is a whole thing to unpack on another day but this same theme is there!).

the first time he looks like he's against bal is after the director proclaims him leader of the search - and compared to his expressions all before then, it feels so much like a mask (mask-esque. not fake, just.. if you get what I mean? I don't really have the words this is just a brain vomit anyway, insert long discussion abt masks and conflicting emotions here ig) and it cracks immediately when he sees him breaking out of jail with nimona in the hallway. and honestly I'm down to give him a little slack after that because, comedically, he totally walked in RIGHT after ballister talked about murdering everyone, and then our boi didn't even manage to blurt out that he was innocent they just got caught up angstily staring at each other. which. :)

even in all the scenes that come after - yeah, definitely can see the totally-thought-he-was-the-killer-ambrosius-why-are-you-like-this angle. and i agree. bad moves all around, dude. but! my man lowering his crossbow in the market? I don't know about you but that doesn't look like a someone who's only holding back because he loves the target. that's a guy that looks unsure about the process the whole way through the scene. (bit of a stretch I know) and the thing that ties it together is the conversation with the director in the car. when he talks about feeling unsure of his legacy? the moment with the crowd and autograph? feeling like a traitor to his personal beliefs and the institution he was raised for? the hope, trying to discreetly make it to the car? it's all there, man. he's isolated from the only person that thinks differently, still outwardly pretending he's 100% with the institute's actions and lashing out with the things that still make sense and overlap with both mindsets.

yeah, ambrosius definitely messed up (ex. 1: arm-chopping as a love language of brainwashing omg pure gold) but? every step makes sense. i'd cut anyone a bit of slack for the doubt and wanting to reconcile their life when everything's turned on its head, especially after hearing bf in question saying he wants to murder everyone ^v^

and also i just. this movie is SO COOL for somehow touching on so many themes so core to so many peoples' experiences. TT y'all please go watch it it's free on yt until feb 26 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4CFWTYFRlw

definitely going to read the comic as soon as I can - I know it's supposed to be way darker, more subtle, with an ambiguous ending but that's it, so excited to see the original spin on this story :))

#nimona #nimona 2023 #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #meta #thoughts #ballister x ambrosius #movies

[infamous-if]

I'm 100% so damn hyped for this IF! I can't wait to see your work... and to be really, really conflicted about going for romancing Seven or for the G/V poly because those two hit my greatest weaknesses so hard lol.

So I got a question about our ROs, how good are they with PDA? Who would be most likely to initiate it?

Thank you! :)

G: G isn't shy at all, so they're very receptive to PDA but they don't initiate much* They are half and half on initiating it; G tends to not really be affectionate or romantic in the first place since their brain is usually all over the place, unless they're really really into the person. (Honestly G is a completely different person when they're like super in love lmao) They liked to be loved on, but they don't really do the...loving lol

August: August is okay with a bit of PDA, not too overboard. A kiss here and there is fine. They don't initiate it much though

I find they're much more romantic/affectionate in private.

Victoria: loves PDA, loves being doted on. Would initiate it but also expects the other party to. That's another problem her and G have; G is never just completely focused on her lol they're not as affectionate/romantic as Victoria wants them to be.

Sebastian: Seb is shy but will eagerly engage in PDA if the other party initiates it, thought he gets embarrassed/flustered really easily. He's more of the opinion that innocent stuff like holding hands and a peck on the cheek here and there is good for public, everything else better behind closed doors.

Orion: Not big on PDA at all and wouldn't initiate it. He's very different in private though. Way more affectionate when he knows nobody is looking.

Seven: Seven.....Seven will scream their love for MC on the rooftops if they could lmao I think they're the most publicly affectionate person out of everyone. When they're in love, they're in love.

#interactive fiction #inbox #seven lawless #orion quinn #G reign #victoria valentine #august pierce #sebastian holland #ro ask

[marshmallowprotection]

Do you think Saeyoung and Saeran find their way back to each other in every timeline regardless of which route the MC picks? I like to think so. But, I don’t know how that would happen lol.

If we are going by the confines of what happens canonically, unfortunately, I have to answer they do not always find their way back to each other. Is that a popular answer? It is not a popular answer, my friend.

It is also a reason why some people beat themselves up over the nonsense of "True" or "Real" Ends. I have said it once and I will say it a hundred times, there is no such thing as a definitive ending in an Otome game.

The only ending that truly matters for you is the one you get with your favorite character. You are the one that decides what happens after the curtains close. I sure hope that nobody beats themselves up over feeling like they're wrong for loving a character that's not one of the twins.

You are not wrong, my friends.

Here's the great thing about this game and many other games like it, the reality is that things aren't always going to be perfect. You're not going to get a cute little bow on every possible ending because there's always going to be something amiss in your life. At best, you'll always have some kind of conflict or this and that.

It's why you get "better" outcomes in certain routes for different characters and why other characters might be "less fortunate".

A less drastic example might be how Jumin and Zen engage with each other.

Those two are really only able to have a proper heart to heart in Zen's Route. Sure, in every other timeline, they will find some common ground and be able to be friends, but it will never be the same as it is in Zen's timeline. That's because of the way the circumstance played out. Zen was able to realize that he and Jumin not only had a lot in common—but he was projecting his older brother and the person his parents wanted him to be onto Jumin. He was only able to have that epiphany because of the severity of the situation.

As depressing as it might sound, it's one of the reasons why I enjoy the game for what it is. Because things aren't always going to be perfect and you're not going to be able to help everyone the way you want to. That's life.

Even though I play this game for escapism, it's still nice to have that reinforced because things can't always be perfect. It is a painful fact, but we can strive to do better despite all of that. Even if we get cracked and bruised along the way, all of those imperfections make us who we are. Are we really human if we're not imperfect? We are not infallible creatures. Nobody's perfect. I love these characters because they're not perfect. They make me feel better about being myself.

As difficult as it can be for me, there are just some timelines where the boys don't get to be reunited. I hate it. I don't enjoy it. But... it's just something that can happen. Do I think it's inevitable that they will run into each other? Oh, in no uncertain terms, I do think it's likely that they are bound to collide in some way, but the manner in which it happens may not always be in person, and it may not always be in good health.

Jaehee's Route? V lies through his teeth about Mint Eye and tries to sacrifice himself. Saeyoung is going to realize sooner or later that his friend lied to him and something is wrong. He'll end up at Mint Eye in the future, and he'll encounter his brother, and God knows what he'll find because we don't know how much punishment Unknown faced for failing to bring MC to Mint Eye. He already knows where the location is so it's only a matter of time. 

Zen's Route? V is nowhere to be seen, to the point where Jaehee says that if Jumin can't find him, it might be time to give up. So, we know that he's been missing for a while but no such information is given on Saeyoung. He's not going to let V disappear. However, I think the outcome in this situation would be dreadful for Unknown. He got much closer than he did in Jaehee’s route, and failed. I don't know what condition he'll be in when he's found, but I know his brother will be looking for him... if he can even find him and V.

Yoosung's Route? Saeyoung's not going to leave his brother in Mint Eye. God knows how he's going to get him out of there, but hey, we know the brothers meet there and something will have to change as the curtains roll, but we are not privy to it since Yoosung and MC are not aware of Saeyoung's possible steps to save his brother. I don't know how that's going to play out. Will they be reunited or will it end poorly? 

Jumin's Route? You know, there is not a lot of information on the significance of Mint Eye in this timeline. A lot of the work Unknown does is in the shadows. So, frankly, I have no idea if the boys would ever be reunited in this timeline. Mint Eye gets put to the wayside in this situation because of Glam and Sarah. I try not to think too hard about Jumin’s timeline… because of BE3, and knowing the way that Unknown feels in that situation... I fear the worst before Saeyoung has a chance to find him.

For the most part, there is a chance for the boys to be reunited, but there is no guarantee that the reunion will be a happy one. 

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #choi saeran #mm #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #character analysis #luciel choi #choi luciel

[innerchorus]

It's a very similar expression, isn't it? There's even a little tear in Bahman's eye, too. (Bahman from Chapter 43, Zandeh from Chapter 59.)

I can't help it, my thoughts are so addled right now that I keep thinking of Bahman as being part of Team Hilmes. But he could so easily have been, couldn't he? I would have loved to see him interact with Zandeh (see: the old dog and new puppy discussion of it here, and I also love the thought of Bahman taking Zandeh under his wing and teaching him in military matters).

The moment in Chapter 38 where Hilmes encounters him in Peshawar... The way he's hesitant, yet as he realises he's tentatively reaching out for Hilmes's proffered hand... If that moment hadn't been interrupted, if they'd been able to talk for a little longer, I wonder what would have happened?

And I keep looking at that expression on Hilmes's face (not that you can see all of it, which highlights Bahman's inability to recognise him and that it's not solely because he thinks he died 16 years ago, it's also because his face is covered by a mask). That panel focuses the attention on his smile, and the hand he's offering to Bahman, and I just... honestly, it makes me really sad, because here is someone who knew him before the palace fire, who must have been fond of him, and trusted by him as a child. Bahman is someone whose support Hilmes needs on a practical level, but isn't it more than that, too?

And though it's not evident in the manga, it's worth remembering that in the novels, seeking Bahman's loyalty is the whole reason Hilmes enters Peshawar Fortress in the first place! His encounter with Arslan was entirely unexpected!

I think having Bahman's support would have been good for him. And realistically I know Bahman would have remained just as torn up by the conflict as when he was with Arslan, but wouldn't it have been nice for him to reunite with Hilmes, who he thought was dead, and see him grow into a fine Shah?

Tanaka made some comment in the Reader's Guidebook that amounted to it essentially being merciful for a character like Bahman who is torn between two choices to be killed off. I don't think he's wrong, especially with the trajectory that canon took, but just as he gave his life for Arslan's sake in the anime and manga, I feel he would have done exactly the same thing for Hilmes under different circumstances.

Actually, let's look at Bahman's death scene, because it's something I've been wanting to discuss for a while now. The relevant manga chapters are 51 and 52.

I think everyone's aware that the anime and the OVAs both made the same choice regarding Bahman's death, in that he is inadvertently killed by Hilmes when protecting Arslan in Peshawar Fortress. (And I liked this change, personally.) But I don't think it's as commonly known that Arakawa also made some changes?

The event itself takes place similarly in Sindhura, but in the novels:

Bahman's inner conflict doesn't feature in his death, and

Gadhevi's spear was aimed at Bahman, so Bahman did NOT take a blow meant for Arslan as he did in the manga.

'“Your Highness Arslan! Please hurry up and go!” Before he could finish his words, Bahman unsheathed his sword and cut down the attacking Sindhuran soldiers in a cloud of blood and smoke. Although he was already over sixty years old, his skillful swordsmanship showed no signs of decline. However, just as he cut down two more enemy soldiers, Gadhevi picked up a spear, aimed it at the old general, and threw it. The spear made a whistling sound as it flew towards him, stabbing hard into the area between Bahman’s left shoulder and chest. Bahman let out a short groan and fell down.' (Book 3, Chapter Three, Part v)

We don't get any of his internal thoughts before he dies, either.

By contrast, in the manga, when Arslan's life is in danger? Bahman hesitates. And honestly to me this change is just so masterful that I really ought to have included it on the list of my favourite differences between novels and manga.

Yet even as he acknowledges that thought, his body is already in motion, moving to take the spear that was meant for Arslan. So here's why I like this scene so much:

It feels as though Bahman's conflictedness may well be the very reason he dies. If he hadn't hesitated then, if he had called out instantly to warn Arslan, would Arslan have dodged? Would Bahman or Narsus have instead cut down the spear before it reached him? Bahman's death didn't have to be the outcome, whereas in the novels it feels like there was no way for it to have been avoided.

The fact that his conflict doesn't just stem from being undecided who he should give his loyalty too, but because he recognises the turmoil that having two candidates for the throne will bring to Pars. His concern is for his country; out of Arslan and Hilmes, who will be the better ruler?

And as usual, Arakawa shows us so much. That panel of Hilmes that Bahman sees in his moment of indecision, the way it's sort of shadowed and his eyes aren't visible, because even though Bahman knew him when he was a boy, he doesn't know him in the same way now. What does he know of Hilmes? He is clearly competent in matters of war, and on the surface more equipped to lead than a boy of Arslan's age. And he has royal blood, which Bahman knows that Arslan does not.

But he must also know of Hilmes's involvement in the Lusitanian invasion, and his brutality in trying to kill Arslan. I think Bahman's decision to give his life to save Arslan's comes not just from being unable to stand by and watch Arslan to die before his eyes, but because although he worries about whether Arslan is right for the task, he has misgivings about Hilmes, too. It would have been easier, after all, to do nothing. To let Arslan die. In making the active choice to save Arslan, I can't help but see it as him hoping that Arslan will be better for Pars than Hilmes would have been.

And yeah, it does feel tragic that he'll never be able to see for certain that he made the right choice, worrying about the softness in Arslan's nature (as evidenced by his refusal to leave Bahman's side even when it endangered him). Yet that same softness that can be seen as a weakness is also a strength, isn't it? And there is little of it to be seen in Hilmes.

I also appreciate that it's clear he's not just worried for the fate of Pars, but for Arslan's individual fate, too. Surely it's the time he's spent with him in Sindhura getting to know him on a personal level that has resulted in this moment where he opts to give his life to save Arslan, effectively choosing him over Hilmes. And when I think about it like that, while in both cases a change was made so that Bahman gave his life for Arslan's sake, ultimately I prefer this over his death in the anime. The angst potential of Hilmes being the one to accidentally kill his old teacher is good though.

Personally, I like that his death ends on a hopeful note. Despite his worries, he is able to place his faith in Arslan due to the fact that he has companions such as Daryun and the others who will lend him their support and strength and can offset his youth and inexperience as he grows into the good king that Bahman implores him to become before he dies. It feel like he's made peace with his decision.

One more thing I like from Bahman's death scene:

Bahman's recognition that he's about to die coming as he looks up at Azrael, named for the "Herald of Death" (an angel in Parsian cosmology) and thinks of his already departed friend, Vahriz.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #bahman #hilmes #arslan #azrael #bahman: 'durian denka is not soft inside'

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Idol! Streamer! Aira Shiratori x Reader

[Animal crossing (?) ps. I dont play animal crossing, so it's not accurate. Sowwy]

Aira is playing animal crossing with the usual visitor of his island which known as alkaloidFan101

"woah that person is here again.... " He look at the dancing avatar of alkaloidfan101 in his island that is wearing a custom that is base on his recent shuffle Collab last December.

"their outfit most be design by them because I never seen this in shops! HOW L-O-V-E-L-Y!" He can't help but smile widely, his live chat also comment how that outfit seems very well made.

Alkaloidfan101: hihi

AiraShiratori: hello~~~

Alkaloidfan101: your username looks like one of my fav idols. Do you wanna marry me?

"h-huh... SO FAST?" his face turn red in shock that he get proposed by a stranger in game, through he don't know if the player his talking too, knows his really the aira they are idolizing.

"Uwah.... Before I'm like this too. b-but--..." He felt conflicted if he should accept the proposal. The character his playing with walking around and gifting him gift before changing their outfit which they call "AMEN" which is solo outfit (his first Gacha 5* outfit) of Tatsumi Kazehaya.

"lol ahahaha. What why is Tatsumi-senpai outfit called Amen. Ahahaha." He can't help but laugh, the topic of before slowly forgotten.

AiraShiratori: woah how L-O-V-E-L-Y! do you have other outfit too?(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Alkaloidfan101: I have all Alkaloid outfit (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

AiraShiratori: please do show all! (☆▽☆)

Alkaloidfan101: okii~ ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

The avatar of alkaloudfan101 then change to the outfit called " innocent dumb prince " which is Hiiro recent outfit with prince like design.

"woah! So detailed! I wanna ask for copy of the design... Agh... But I wonder if they'll share..." Aira can't help but look at your works in adoration but continue to chat to you as his and your avatar dance around the island.

AiraShiratori: do you have mayo-senpai outfit too? 👁️ W 👁️

Alkaloidfan101: aiyo are you role playing as aira Shiratori? But I do!

You still don't know that his really the real deal as you your Character avatar giggle before you change to an outfit called "mayoi ayase is my wife ùwú" which is mayoi Collab outfit.

AiraShiratori: ...

"..." Aira mind went blank when he read the outfit name. "... I thought they are mainly my fan." He felt somewhat disappointed because he realizes your might be more of mayoi fan.

His live chat all give him a RIP and commented how he first denied the proposal to begin with. Through they all comforting him in chat, some did laugh at his reaction.

Alkaloidfan101: ah. Why did you went silent ?

AiraShiratori: your mayo-senpai fan more than mine? (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Alkaloidfan101: ehhh~ but I love everyone in alkaloid equally...

You then turn back to your original outfit which he know discovered is called " but Aira is my life. Please notice me." He look at the name went speechless for a speechless for a second, his face no longer have disappointment but a silly smile he can't help but do.

His live chat all boasting how the oblivious player don't know that they really chatting with THE aira Shiratori.

AiraShiratori: this skin of yours is still better!

Alkaloidfan101: ooo thank you~ your skin is good too!

The two continue to chatter before Aira have to end his Livestream he send friend request to the player who happily accept it. He wanted to play with you again as the love chat also seems to enjoy your unique personality.

#aira Shiratori #aira Shiratori x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #Alkaloid

[catb-fics]

Okay birth chart incoming hehe <3

So this is Van's birth chart (roughly, presuming he was born in north Wales)

It's actually a real even split between earth/water and fire/air placements however the majority of his big placements are v fire/air heavy. I hope I don't bore you all with this but,

Your sun sign is all about your inner workings, general personality etc, your moon is your emotions, your rising is how you "present" to the world, your mercury is about how you communicate, your mars is about how you are in extremes (or that's how I view it) so things like sex and arguments etc, your Venus is love/sex/passion and beyond that I don't know so much but for all the Lorde fans out there check his Pluto in Scorpio <3

So where Van has his Sun his Mercury and his Venus in Leo that's like, triple passion, to be as basic as possible Sun Leo = passionate about things Mercury Leo = passionately communicates all of his passions, Venus Leo = passionate about passion

And I think if you watch any of his interviews from back in the day before he developed that celebrity persona type thing you get a real view of how crazy passionate about everything he was, the way hes so excited but also like can't shut up about anything.

Also interestingly if Van was born in the daytime his rising sign would be Libra (air) which would then just fuel all of those fire placements and sort of double down on them. (I know Libra is supposed to represent balance but here the scales are being weighed in one particular direction by a hefty chunk of fire signs so)

His Mars being Gemini too, (another air sign) that really explains how he pisses people off so "easily" imagine he's that passionate about everything, that passionate about communicating his passions and then he's got an air sign ruling his response to conflict/extremes (and also shaggin haha) that's quite literally like if someone lit a fuse then blew oxygen on it to make it burn quicker... He probably has a way of saying exactly the right wrong thing in an argument to really make the other person lose it, he's probably a real marmite personality that people either love or despise because that changeable Gemini in mars means he probably really enjoys an argument too (see him and Larry fighting about Jaffa cakes etc) arguments are still a performance of sorts (so is sex, jus sayin ;) so where the air Mars meets his fire Sun he's really going to lead through those performances whilst being quite insatiable too if that makes sense?

Also oh my god Leo Venus meets Mars Gemini - everything points to that "so so so so so so so so so so bad in bed" comment being a lie however

Our boys a virgo moon and the moon rules emotions...

Generally every virgo I know is quite a home is where the heart is type person, they're very guarded, hold the people they love in very high regard and very close to the heart, but they're also often a little shy... All the virgo women I know are shy and like, demur Princess Diana shy, all the virgo men I know are more shy as in, can talk to EVERYONE after 10 minutes but spend the first five minutes carefully assessing the vibe and deciding whether they want to be a part of it.

So I guess if we look at Van there's probably not enough earth signs there to ground him at all, however I think he's probably the type of man who can't talk about negative emotions at all (I know this is most men but) what I mean by this is like, remember back in the day he'd talk about how much he loves his girlfriend how he's gonna marry her etc, he wasn't exactly guarded when it came to his positive love life or his dreams (the music and stuff) however we've never really heard him ever mention anything hard or negative and there's no way that's because nothing bads ever happened to him. Like even with albums there was never a "oh we struggled with this" it was always "this was a piece of piss I wrote every song standing on my head in my sleep when I was fresh out the test tube" you know? So I think in terms of the bad stuff in life he's extremely guarded, feels it all very intensely (because of all his fire signs) but is extremely desperate to control those intense feelings and be "chill" (I know so many virgos who get told they seem really chill but inside they're that screaming crying throwing up meme) so he swallows them down and doesn't just tell people he's having a shit time.

So applying that to his so so bad in bed comment I reckon we could guess that all those fire and air placements mean that he's actually probably equally as aggressively passionate in that area of his life as every other area, BUT only when he knows someone really well and like actually loves them. I reckon as a one night stand he's shite haha.

I think with Leos we generally think of arrogance, vanity, self importance, loudness but I think that these are only focussed on so much because we always focus on "negatives" like, the loudness and arrogance come from that passion, it's not that they all think they're better than everyone else, it's that they're very passionate about things and can often tunnel vision on those things accidentally disregarding others in the process.

Generally though Leos are passionate, they're crazy driven grafters and they're people pleasers, they feel like they exist to make other people happy, they have a performance to do and they're good at it!!! And again like you look at Van and you see that really clear, he was always doing the music to make the crowd go wild, he said somet about playing Community years ago about wanting it to just be one big party in a field everyone having a class time, them included. He always talked about making his dad proud, buying his mam a hot tub etc... that's real virgo moon Leo sun shit there!!!

Anyways I think I am done now and will stop my ranting, hope you found this vaguely interesting haha

Thank you lovely @pacifymebby 😘

Looks like both of us were on Cafe Astrology today! Yeah I love all the astrology stuff it’s super interesting and uncanny how accurate some of it seems to be! Xxx

#submission #leo vibes

[vibingandsimping]

ooooh can I have a bg3 match up? I love these!! I'm 27 straight/ demisexual woman, 5 ft, freckles, waist length dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I'm v feminine, I like wearing my cute sweaters and jeans, and my boots. I like honest people, kind people, people who can stand up for themselves and others. I cannot stand Liars or cheats. Like....the kind of people who will step on someone or something, causing them strife just to get ahead themselves. Like Jeff Bezos for example. Can't stand people like that, greedy and unjust to their employees. Treat others with respect, until they SHOW you that you shouldn't. In which case eff em. I'll go out of my way for the ones I care about, don't get me wrong I'll help someone if I can but if I don't have the time or resources then I'm sorry, you can't pour from an empty cup. But if I care for you, I will be at your doorstep at 3 am if you tell me you need me. I try to be optimistic, but not to the point of being totally delulu that there aren't bad people or things in the world although I do believe there's good in everyone for the most part. Even if it's just a little. In a partner I definitely prefer someone a little more in control, I'm definitely most submissive in a relationship- domestically speaking. As far as sex goes...it really doesn't. I was taken advantage of by a close friend so I'm slow to trust. Another bit of info, I play DND (not bg3- never played) as a tiefling rogue chaotic good alignment

I am also 5’0, dirty blonde with freckles and a demisexual.

I think you’d pair with Halsin!

I believe Halsin would give you a stability in your life. He is a man of justice and consent. He’d follow along with your heroic nature and adore you for it. While he is a man of needs he’d never push anything unto you. It is all of your free will. If you ever feel comfortable with it, he’d be more than happy. As long as that’s what you truly desired.

You slouched by the campfire with elbows atop your knees. The day drew long and tiresome with battle after battle and conflict after conflict. First thing you did returning to camp was tear your armor off and into something more comfortable. Possibly reminiscent of shrugging the weight you carried off your shoulders. You cared about your companions- you truly did. It just became too much to look after all their wellbeing’s while also trying to tie up their loose ends. Who would be there to tie up your loose ends? Who would assist you with your own issues? You huffed in frustration as you used a stick to poke the campfire. The presence of Halsin hadn’t even been acknowledged til his hand cupped your shoulder. You nearly screamed as the object you previously held flew to the side. The elf bore an apologetic grin down at you. Clearly, he hadn’t any visible intention of scaring you. He takes a seat next to you as your heart calms. “Apologies, my heart. I noticed you were upset. What troubles you?” You frowned and shrugged. The last thing you wanted to do was make anyone feel guilty. Halsin wanted to help you but he knew you drew boundaries. He clasped a hand over yours (nearly dwarfing it) and spoke with a sincerity that made your heart ache. “I cannot push you to speak your mind. I want you to know i’ll always be here for you. As you always are with me.” Tears brimmed and you nodded with a lip drawn between your teeth. Even if you didn’t want to talk now- it truly did mean something that he extended the offer. You suddenly felt less alone in these struggles.

#my asks #anon asks #matchups #my writing #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 #halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #baldur’s gate 3 halsin

[linnienin]

Love, I just adore all of your posts, I'm a mercury and mutable dom myself and I've NEVER resonated with other blogs as much as yours! ♥️

I have Psyche opposite Venus and Mercury, I keep trying to look at the lore but there are so many interpretations of this asteroid. Do you have any idea what this might mean? If it's not too much trouble ofc.

Keep it up 💓

🌀P s y c h e ⁕ o p p o s i t e ⁕ V e n u s + M e r c u r y🌀

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words! 💖

I'm sorry for the late response, i got into a bit of a burnout lately so i didn't even have the energy to reply, but i hope you'll enjoy this post!

Now, a mythology fact: Psyche was the mortal rival of the goddess Venus because of her beauty, everyone admired her, someone even mistook her for Venus (which raged immensely the goddess). Men didn't even wanted to marry her because she was way too beautiful (the insecurity lol)

So, you having asteroid Psyche opposing Venus + Mercury is quite interesting, here's my interpretation:

🌀 Conflicting thoughts on oneself

🌀 Never satisfied with who they are or what they look like (they always strive to be smarter or prettier)

🌀 Can't see themselves through the lens of others

🌀 Thinks deeply and dwell in their thoughts

🌀 Lusted over by others, but rarely approached because they feel intimidated by their intense aura

🌀 They don't waste time on flings

🌀 They are only interested in deep love and soulmates

🌀 Can't see their potential by themselves, need people to point it out for them

🌀 Quite entrancing when they speak

🌀 When they love, they do it unconditionally

🌀 Can be flirty without noticing, and this can get them unwanted attention

🌀 Passionate lovers

🌀 Can easily get stuck in the past (difficulty to move on certain situations because they get attached to them)

🌀 Resilient and strong for people they love (not quite the same for themselves)

(Psyche is represented with butterfly wings in Greek mythology)

Thanks for reading!

Have a great day! 🦋

#asteroid psyche #astro notes #psyche opposite venus #psyche opposite mercury #astrology observations

[yogoodfella]

I'm curious to see how you feel about Yuya given, uh, everything. But I know that might be a bit frightening so feel free to do either Sora or Serena instead!

Well, first question and I already have a slammer on my hands. Can't say I didn't ask for this one, so it's best I get these thoughts out on Yuya. Later on I might do the other two. Get ready. Also spoiler warning.

General opinion/How much I care about them: Yuya's a character I found frustrating as the show went on, but it's not his fault. Amongst all the characters with missed potential, Yuya's one of the very few ones who felt complete, with the initial shut-ins, insecurities, and bullying building him up to life his own life and make his mark on the world how he knows best: making people smile with his Entertainment Dueling. And in the Miami Championship, he really started to come on its own and actually impressed me. Another thing that impressed me was the Z-ARC foreshadowing: regardless of execution, you cannot say they didn't have that idea at the start, or at least the core of it. Sure, the road was bumpy (learning the same lesson over and over? Common and overused complaint, but I can't disagree with it) but it did lead to a complete character at least, which I do find endearing at the core. It's the world around him later on that becomes the frustrating part. Especially the post Z-ARC part, it felt like the world itself bent to Yuya's goals, like the whole world will be destroyed if Yuya doesn't get his girl, like... Ugh. AGAIN, he's not entirely at fault for that. I do care for him and wish him very well (despite the frustrations) and proper, thorough therapy. Also for his mindmates. Also... I don't have a strong opinion on Berserk Yuya. It's... A berserk form that always wins. I already know what's the outcome.

A ship I love: Eh... Not much of a shipper myself, but... Fruitshipping is fine, valid and canon, but frustrating because of reasons above which I also explained in my "Yuzu's Exhaustive, Exhausting Elegy". Again, not Yuya's fault here but Yuzu kind of destroying her own self for him just in a writing sense doesn't sit well for me. Even still, they have a fun dynamic and the support they show each other (even while separated by plot) is very much welcome.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Aight, no complaints with this one YUYA | GONGENZAKA (sorry, don't remember the shipping name). What a fun dynamic the two have together, it's more than clear that they're besties and Gongenzaka's had a huge hand in supporting Yuya as well. There isn't much depth, but it's wholesome and solid the whole way through. I also really like the concept of two best friends having totally opposite Dueling styles, and in some way or another, approaching and learning more about each other's style (though Yuya learning the Heavystrong style was entirely out of my mind, and perhaps someone else's in a fanfic. The opposite happened though.)

The NOTP: Once again, no strong opinions on that one. If I find it weird enough, I'm simply not going to bother with it. I don't really have one that sticks out to me.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: If I ever get the willpower and knowledge to properly write such a concept, a Spirit World fic when Yuya and Gongenzaka end up being Superheavy Samurai Prodigy Wakaushi and Brave Masurawo respectively would be great. Already shared an idea, IIRC, of these two things being statues that the Superheavies built in honor of their Master and his best friend.

Something that makes me think of them:

You weirdos.

More specifically, the people in the ARC-V fandom. Whenever I see all these super excited posts about the world and characters that the show offered, I can't help but feel your love for Yuya. Like... It seems everyone loves Yuya in this fandom and I can't help but feel like a bit of an outcast sometimes, considering how conflicted I am on him. I don't want to deny you of any fun. I know you're having the time of your lives with a show that gave me headaches, and while I still get shivers from time to time regarding my own experience... Thanks to you, I learned to bear it and make something positive out of it all. Perhaps not letting anyone hinder you, and encouraging yourself to make your own mark and make people happy, is what makes me think of Yuya, so you guys are a part of that.

I know I've mostly shifted to Radiant Dawn these days (Micaiah has claimed my mind with all her woes, and Tibarn with his Stone Cold entrances, and I just want to understand it all), but thanks for making me having a wonderful time here.

#yugioh arc v #arc v #yuya sakaki #yugioh yuya

[invisiblegarters]

23.5 Episode 6

Halfway mark, here we come!

Last ep, Ongsa almost told Sun the truth about Earth but then bottled it like we all knew she would, and Sun was kinda dumb. Sorry not sorry but if someone just sent me a package to a random park I would have some questions.

Meanwhile Aylin was getting picked on for the crime of being herself and that did not sit well with Luna, who offered to be a safe space for her and then got very very bashful about it and it was the cutest. Aylin then wondered if she could feel human emotions and it was also the cutest.

Alpha is still a great big sis and cousin. Only "normal" one or not, that girl cares a lot about her family. If she also hooks up with a girl in this I might cry tears of joy.

Lol poor Aylin being pushed into interaction again. Or bribed. But Aylin veggies are delicious I don't know if I can get behind this part of you, lol.

Okay I think I might officially be over the Earth thing. I think it's because there's not enough conflict for Sun between her feelings for Earth and her feelings for Ongsa. I'm not getting enough of a Bruce Wayne v. Batman vibe and that was what I was most looking forward to.

Oh Ton. You were doing so well.

Lol my god did Ton just discover gay people exist? If he were less of a himbo I'd be madder about it. But as it is, he's just too dumb to be really mad at. Like a giant pretty puppy.

Oh Aylin no. But also it's sweet she trusts Luna that much. And she's lucky in that I don't think Luna has a mean bone in her entire body. Still. Not your secret, babe. That said, have more cute moments with Luna. Please.

Mawin's crush is adorable.

Open your mouth and use your words, Ongsa, that's how you tell her. Because when she finds out on her own it'll be worse.

Hahahaha oh man I don't mean to laugh but Sun, babe. They don't mean that he's not as attractive as you imagine. They mean that he's not even a he to begin with. Although in this case that's probably going to be a plus, lbr.

She's not gonna confess in front of people, Dear lord girls get it together.

Hahaha Aylin. Sun really is the most oblivious thing ever though, can she not see how strangely everyone else is acting?

Aw I knew Luna would find her way to sleeping in Aylin's room. Just accept she likes you, Aylin.

AAAAH THEY ARE SO CUTE.

Aw I think Luna finally won her over completely. I swear I want to have things to say besides aaaaaaaw but well. They're too cute, the cuteness kills me. I am only human here.

It is probably that I am watching The Eclipse with a friend but I swear, sometimes this show reminds me of that one. Like Ongsa very clearly thinking the idea of angry Sun is hot. If you know, you know.

Spit. It. Out. Ongsa.

Ugh it is so frustrating watching her bottle it and bottle it and bottle it. I am not like that as a person so I just want to grab her shoulders and give them a good shake.

Oh thank god. Not sorry, I'm ready for some fallout already.

I am not mad at Ongsa. I want to say that right up front. But also, girl. All Sun was asking for was an explanation. At least give her that before running off.

Well that was quick. But well. I think we all knew Sun would be like that. Genuinely I wish I could be more like her. Maybe not the total obliviousness to things around me, but she's so positive and lovely and I...am not. I felt the same way about Sand's ridiculous patience and gentleness in OF. I have no clue what it must be like to be able to do that.

You know I'm more like Ongsa lol. Except for the not facing things head on thing. Optimism is not my default state lol.

Sun girl. You might have not registered your friends' shock that you were into a guy, but I haven't. You and Ongsa will do just fine.

#23.5 #23.5 the series

[echantedtoon]

Love Doesn't Do Encores Ch27 Christmas With Piers

(Artwork is NOT mine. I found it on Pinterest and belongs to the rightful owner. Just picture Piers in some winter wear like this. The songs Piers sings All I Want For Christmas- MINOR KEY! ft. Chase Hotfelder and Carol Of The Bells the rock version by The Living Tombstone. Links to all  songs are below.)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0KxiP0Xgtc

www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDACj0tkD-s&list=LL&index=5

What was left of the night was a giant big blur. After your small blow up at Mr. Rose, you quickly dashed away and caught up to Leon just as he was herding the three kiddos into the lift back down towards the exit. Thankfully you and Silver were able to slip back within the group without Leon knowing you were gone. It was a blur of Leon acting as if whatever happened didn't happen and shift the topic to treating you four out to dinner at the nearest local curry place much to everyone's (especially Gloria's-) delight. When Leon eventually herded you four out of Rose Tower you noticed Piers and Marnie wasn't there anymore. They must've taken the chance to go back and gather Team Yell as you said. Good. You didn't want anymore conflict between anyone. Long story short, Leon did indeed direct you all to a cafe that seemed pretty low key and bought the lot of you curry to eat. Letting the three kids chat excitedly about how they managed to get to Rose Tower or the semifinals. You tried to ask Leon about what Mr. Rose said but after he deflected the topic twice you didn't bring it up again. No matter now much it nawed at your guts you shrugged it off. Whatever it was wasn't any of your business anyways. Whatever it was between Mr. Rose and Leon was obviously none of your business and as you wouldn't be here at the end of the year anyways, you shouldn't get too involved and cause trouble for anyone here anyways. Besides, you dreaded to think what bad things might happen if you disrupt the storyline thus far. After the meal Leon walked with all of you through the cheery night full of excited smiles right back to the hotel and you were surprised after learning that the other Gym Leaders and Marnie was staying there too with you all. But you guessed that made sense. The Rose of Rondelands was a BIIIG hotel and it was close to Wyndon Stadium and where the Christmas Festival would be taking place but that also most likely meant Piers and his group would also most likely be staying in the hotel as well, but you hadn't seen them yet. Maybe because they were all already asleep or you hadn't been out of your room much before or after the semifinals. But after escorting the four of you to your rooms and bidding you all good night, you almost immediately fell asleep dropping to your sleeping bag after a quick shower with a sigh. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. It was Christmas and you had already accepted a day out with Piers. How that was going to go you had no idea, but for now you slipped off into dreamland. The next morning you were only awoken by someone accidentally stepping on Silver's tail making him yell out so loud next to you that you instantly woke up to what the commotion was...only to pretty quickly realize what had happened when Silver was glaring at Gloria holding his tail to his chest as she gave him an apologetic look. 

"'M so sorry, Silver, Lad!," she apologized holding up her hands as you sat up there blinking. "I nah knew you'd be under mah foot!" Silver gave her an angry chirp before crawling his way over to the bed and climbing onto it, only to curl up lazily. Gloria blinked before looking to you when you yawned. "Sorry, Y/n. I really didn't mean ta step on your pokemon."

After your brain finally registered what she said you yawned again before waving a hand. "Nah. Don't be sorry. It happens. You're up pretty early on a holiday. What's up?" You asked gesturing to her all bundled up warmer than a yeti. 

"Dontcha remember? Lee's taking us all ta the fair today n' tomorrow!," her smiled brightened as she explained. " 'E's gonna be takin' us on a grand tour 'round the city visitin' all the famous shops n' landmarks for Victor to capture for his blog and then we're hitting all the booths n' games before linin' up to see the big ol' Wyndon Christmas Parade!! And then tomorrow we're visitin' the fair again for the rides n' anything else we missed the first time!!"

You smiled widely. "Wow. That's great, Gloria. I'm glad you guys finally get some time to take a break and enjoy yourselves."

She nodded. "Yeah. Hey, why don 'cha come? M' sure Lee wouldn't mind havin' ya along?"

You shook your bedhead. "Nah. Believe it or not I actually have plans for today without tagging along with you guys." You got up.

Gloria blinked as you did in surprise. "Oh really?"

You nodded. "Piers invited me to come hang out with him today. Granted I think it's because he feels sorry for me.." You paused sadly before shaking your head. "But it'll be a good chance to hang out with someone and make friends right?"

Gloria's brow rose. "So...He just asked you to hang out with 'em on Christmas unprompted?" You nodded again. And her eyes narrowed as she hummed. "...I dunno, Mate. It sounds like he's askin' ya out on a date?" 

You paused..."WHAT!?" You swear you never moved so fast in your life than when you snapped your head to her eyes wider than plates.

She nodded. "I mean I could be wrong, but this sounds like he's takin' ya out on a date."

"G-GLORIA!!,'' you sputtered face suddenly going very red. Oh god..I mean she did kinda have a point from an outsider's perspective, but that was FAR from true! You were freaking almost tearing up in front of the guy yesterday for crying out loud!! He probably just felt bad for you and being the kind guy he was wanted to cheer you up. Like how Leon was nice enough and wanted to pay you back for your kindness even though he didn't have too. "Gloria that is NOT what's going on!! I-If Leon invited me to come h-h-hang out with him does that mean he's got a crush o-on me?!"

Gloria shook her head no to your relief. "'Course not. Everyone knows he likes Sonia. But I dunno 'bout this Piers bloke. He might like ye like Raihan."

You held up a finger red faced but deadpanned. "Ok. Firstly, I've already been told by Sonia Dragon Boy likes to flirt with her and others too, so no. That's just h-h-how he is. Secondly, Gloria. IF this even was a date, Which it is not! He just wants to hang out on Christmas. There's a few things wrong with that c-conclusion." You counted on your fingers as you lifted off your reasons. "Christmas is FAR from a romantic holiday. The only thing romantic about it is mistletoe and I'm staying FAR away from that knowing Raihan's around town. I've only met the guy a total of at least three days throughout the entire year put together! That's not enough time to develop a crush and ask someone out. And even if he were to ask me out, why on Christmas? Like I said that's the LEAST romantic holiday only if you're into cheesy-romance-christmas-miracle movies. He would've gone with some other fitting holiday like Valentine's Day or my birthday!" You crossed your arms. "Plus I'm pretty sure I'm going to be hanging out with his pals and Marnie too considering their all a package deal. It'd be awkward to date when so many people's third wheeling. And trust me. Dating is THE last thing on my mind right now. I haven't got time for that." Considering you'd be leaving at the end of the year anyways and leaving this world, and you had enough on your plate worrying about how to deal with your mother when you got back. Why date someone when you wouldn't see them ever again after New Years? "And you've seen Piers yourself. The guy was nice enough to help us BREAK INTO Rose Tower! It's logical he would be nice enough to cheer someone up too!"

Gloria held up her hands. "Geez, lassie. I get ye point. I was jus' pointing it out is all."

"Y-Yeah? Well I get it too!" Both of you were suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door. You both stared for a moment before you spoke up. "You can come in."

The door opened and Hop was the one holding the doorknob with Victor bundled up thicker than a brick wall behind him. "Hi, Y/n! Hey, Glory!" He greeted with a big smile to his best friend. "Are you ready to go, Mate? Lee's waiting for us in the lobby!" 

Gloria instantly brightened up and nodded. "Yeah! I'll be right there!" She took a moment to look back at you and gesture to the guys. "Are ye sure you don' wanna come?"

"No. I'll meet you guys later today back at the hotel anyways. Go on and have fun..." You smiled brightly. "And Merry Christmas. Tell Leon I said so too."

"Ok then. We'll see you later, Y/n. C'mon Glory!"

You waved good bye to the three who disappeared out the door they closed behind them...before sighing and turning around. "Whelp. Better go get ready for my not 'date today." You joked but it still brought a bit of pink to your cheeks which you shook off with a sigh. "C'mon Y/n. Pull your head out of the gutter!" Your hands came up to pat your cheeks before inhaling and exhaling feeling better focused. "Right! Time to start the day and try to have a nice time for once!'' It was only a quick shower, and change into your winter clothes and you were ready to go. Fixing your hair up into a neat do and walking towards the door. "Hey, Silver. Are you coming?" Silver whined looking upside down at you from his position on the bed...before slinking off and crawling his way towards you as you chuckled. "Up for an adventure again huh?" He made a tired noise but followed you out when you opened the door and closed it behind you, stepping out into the hall, and just a few rooms down from you near the elevator someone else did as well. The figure turned and was followed by another smaller person dressed in black and hot magenta themed winter wear. You finished locking the door and turned walking down the hallway a little ways- Before you stopped. Pausing and blinking at the two figures walking away from you towards the elevator.  "......Piers?"

It was an almost instant reaction. The smaller figure turned first revealing herself to be Marnie, meanwhile the taller figure in a much longer coat and hood covering his entire head turned a lot more slowly revealing Piers's face and his fringe poking out from his hoodie. His blue eyes blinked in surprise for a moment before relaxing back into that calm bored face. "Oh, Y/n. What are ya doin' here?" His bold brow rose. "I thought we was gonna meet over at the plaza."

You nodded walking towards them again, Silver in tow. "That's where I was just heading." You jabbed a thumb behind you towards your room. "I'm sharing a room with a friend, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you guys would be here too....Where's your gang at?"

"Team Yell?" You nodded and he hummed. Whelp. He certainly wasn't really expecting to run into you so early, but it did make sense you'd be at the very same hotel too waiting for the finals. His pale hand gestured to the elevator. "My guys are setting up for the parade opening or jus' havin' a good time at the fair."

"Oh. Is that where you're heading?"

He nodded again and turned to Marnie who gave the faintest of smiles. "The parade doesn't start until seven 'night. Since I'm opening for it, I don't have to be there until about six o' clock. Which gives me plenty of time to spend with Marn-Marn, and you if you still wanna accept that extended offer."

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'd love that. That is if Marnie doesn't mind either. I don't want to intrude on your time-"

"'M good with it," Marnie was quick to say and she rose a brow at her brother. Piers sending her a small frown. Please don't make another girlfriend joke- She looked back to you. "It's nice to see my big bro make new friends outside our team and the league." ..Piers felt himself let out a sigh of relief at her answer. "An' he seems to really like speaking about ya too."

Piers felt himself tense again and you blinked. "....R-Really?"

Marnie nodded. "You two must be really good friends."

Piers felt himself lowering into his hood as you chuckled what she said off. "Well I'm sure glad he thinks so." You smiled towards him. "So Rebel Man." You crossed your arms. "You're gonna be taking us to the festival huh? Ok. I can't wait to see what everyone has set up at the fair!" You then pointed to the elevator. "Should we go?"

Both agreed and together the three of you plus Silver went over to the elevator and took it all the way down to the lobby and from there the lot of you walked out to the front of the hotel where Piers paused blinking towards the spot where the taxi would usually park before humming more.

"Bullocks."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "What's up, Hot Pink?"

He lazily gestured to the reserved parking for flying taxies with a sigh. "The bloody taxi's gone. N' with so much people with the fair and parade settin' up traffic's gonnna be a pain in the neck." He sighed before shaking his head. "It'll take at least two hours with all them people walkin' there."

You hummed. It sounded like Piers wanted to get there early, and it sounded like Leon must've taken the last taxi out of here with the guys. But thankfully Marnie seemed to have found a solution when she turned her head, spotted something, and then pointed. "Why don't we take that there?"

Both of you looked over to where she was pointing and it was right at a mudsdale that seemed to be perfectly free for anyone looking for a ride. Immediately you lit up and Piers paled a bit more. "Hey! Good idea, Marnie." You both began walking towards it as Piers SLOWLY trailed behind. Certainly not as fast as a taxi or train, but it'll surely get you there faster than walking. Plus while you certainly had never ridden a pokemon this couldn't be much different than riding a horse. The snow crunched under your feet as you both walked up to the tame mudsdale who turned it's head to you but didn't react beyond that as you reached a hand over and patted his side. "This'll do just fine. Should we get on?" Marnie nodded and made a motion with her hand to the giant horse pokemon who to your surprise lowered it's frontal legs until it was easy for you three to climb onto it's back. Marnie climbed on first latching onto those longer dreadlocks of it's mane, and you gently picked up Silver in one arm as the water type sighed and climbed onto the pokemon's back behind her. Wow. Guess these Mudsdales were really trained well to behave so nicely. And you both sat there for a moment...before you looked up confused as to why Piers hadn't climbed on behind you. "Uh...Piers? What's the hold up, Dude?"

Marnie turned to to her brother slowly blinking, "Did you change your mind about coming to the festival with me?"

Piers stood there hesitantly before shaking his head. "N-Nah. It's just.." You both caught his blue eyes eyeing up and down the ever patient pokemon. "I think i'd rather walk."

"Why? You even complained about there being no taxies. This would be faster to the fair wouldn't it."

He hummed. "It would. It would....But I'm not exactly too sure 'bout...actually ridin' a pokemon."

And that's when it hit you. You frowned. "Piers...Are you..scared of riding a mudsdale?"

"Absolutely bloody not!," he quickly protested frowned, "I just...rather not put my trust in a pokemon big 'nough to buck me off."

"Piers! I particularly don't enjoy riding around super high in the sky in a taxi but yet I put my trust in a pokemon big enough to fly off with me. C'mon." Your hand patted the mudsdale's side. "He's a good boy, and he's too majestic. You wouldn't do anything like that would you?" The mudsdale gave a pleased whinny to your compliments. "C'mon! You were brave enough to want to mess with Oleana and that woman's scarier than any pokemon. And they're specially trained. I doubt he's going to buck us off unless you provoke him hard enough."

"She does have point," Marnie agreed seeming to share no fear with her brother, "And I would prefer to get there before it gets too crowded by the holiday rush." 

Seeming to have two against one seemed to finally get Piers to relent. He looked between the two of you for a moment before giving a grown followed by a sigh. "Alright fine." Of all the things I get myself into." You both watched as Piers shuffled up to the Mudsdale and it took Marnie turning around fully to raise a brow at him for him to finally throw a leg over and sit on the pokemon's back. As soon as he sat down the giant pokemon stood back up. "HAH!!" You yelped when suddenly two hands gripped your arms and you threw a look over your shoulder only to find Piers with his blue eyes blown wide in panic looking over the sides of the pokemon....You snickered at his reaction and he threw a look at you. "O-Oi! Ain't funny!"

"Well consider it payback for laughing at me getting bombarded by Raihan."

"Wyndon Park," Marnie spoke and the pokemon began walking.

You did cringe a bit as Pier's grip increased on you. "Crikey. Oh crikey. I knew I should've j-jus' walked."

You chuckled again earning another frown from him but he seemed to be paying more attention to the walking pokemon as you all left the hotel. To say it was very crowded outside was an understatement. From what happened between when you first arrived and now, it was STILL VERY MUCH crowded with people walking and bumping against one another on the side walks and streets. Above you all loads of flying taxies were taking off around you and you briefly wondered if one of them was the one that had your friends in it. Thank goodness the mudsdale lane seemed to be mostly empty, it was a much more enjoyable ride in your opinion than the taxies. Although by the way Piers never stopped gripping your arms and cursing under his breath, he didn't seem to be enjoying it as much as you or Marnie. You busied yourself with looking around all the bright lights and different buildings as you passed by them all seeing all kinds of christmas decorations and lots of people carrying colorfully wrapped gifts meant for others. From some stores you could hear faint christmas music from open doors and through the dark snow clouds above you almost swore you would see Santa any moment now. After some time of this you could see the pink high walls of the Wyndon Stadium a few sky scrapers away as you all passed through the crowds, which begged the question.

"Hey. How fair is the festival anyways?"

"It's being held at Wyndon Park," Marnie explained pointing forward, "It's jus' a little bit past the stadium. Shouldn't take too long to get there at this rate."

You nodded before looking over your shoulder at Piers who looked a lot paler if that was even possible and still gripped onto your arms. "Hey, Hot Pink. How are you holding up back there?"

"B-Bloody peachy!," he stammered out, "I-Is it possible ta get car si-sick on a pokemon?"

You cringed a little bit. "I...suppose so. But if you feel sick then you should ask us to stop so you can rest your stomach."

He shakily shook his head. "N-Nah. T-The sooner we get there t-t-the sooner I can get OFF this bloody creature!" The mudsdale turned it's head slightly narrow eyed and snorted making Piers flinch slightly. ...Before he groaned and leaned his head back. "I knew I shoulda walked. I knew I shoulda walked. I knew I-"

"Hey." He snapped his head back down and blinked when your free hand that wasn't holding Silver reached up to pat his nearest hand as you smiled. "Don't think about it if it bothers you that much. Just do what I do when I need to clear my head. I replay some of my favorite songs in my head that relaxes me the most. So instead of thinking about the hor- Uh...Mudsdale! Why don't you think about what you're going to be doing for that show of yours tonight?" Piers blinked at you again, and Marnie turned her own head to catch a glimpse of your interaction, before snapping back around once you faced forward. "Plus we're almost there anyways. Right Marnie?"

"'Bout ten minutes tops."

"See? We'll be there in no time! Just hang on for just a little while longer."

Piers didn't answer you when you turned back around but you three once again passed a store than played loud Christmas music from within and you smiled...before blinking as the faint sound of humming came from behind you...And you smiled wider hearing Piers hum. While he didn't loosen his grip on your arms which by now was starting to hurt, he did start softly humming the song that was playing. There it was. Can't say it wasn't pleasant hearing music as the mudsdale continued until you all FINALLY reached a break between the tall buildings and you were met with awe. A GIANT park was greeting you as hoards of people flocked towards it. Filled with trees and beyond the trees you caught sight of a ferris wheel further into the park and your eyes grew in wonder. A fair. You're very FIRST fair ever!! The mudsdale brought you through the crowd and stopped across the street from the park entrance before leaning down enough for you all to get off. Piers was the first one off practically leaping off the mudsdale like a swimmer off a diving board and scrambling to lean against a nearby lamp post taking deep breaths as you both slowly dismounted the horse pokemon. Marnie sighed at her brother's actions as you put Silver down and walked over to Piers groaning.

"Hey, Piers. You good?," you asked.

After a moment Piers took a giant inhale of cold air and stood back up to his full height before turning to you looking better than he did riding on the pokemon. He nodded. "Y-Yeah. 'M good." To change the subject he gestured back towards the entrance as Marnie stood awaiting for you guys. "We should go in before it gets too crowded."

Nodding you agreed and followed him as he began walking off towards the park entrance. Marnie joined walking alongside you and Piers after you warned Silver to stay close to you while crossing the street and into the entrance you went. There was a lot of people walking around you all as you went through the snow covered streets with the snow crunching under your feet, and being able to see your breath. The cold hitting your face as you looked around. It was really beautiful and perfect for Christmas, but you couldn't imagine actually living somewhere always cold like Circhester. Walking with Piers and Marnie you all eventually heard and saw it. The many screams of delight, the smells of popcorn and other fair foods, distant fair music, and then the absolute menagerie of colors that hit you once the flood gates. Your eyes widened seeing the many MANY booths lining the many splits and different sidewalks that the parks pathways split into. There was more than the ones in front of the Wyndom Stadium yesterday. Lots were selling different items such as gym leader merchandise, Christmas themed things, food, or some were games. You could still see the giant Ferris wheel in the backgroud so you guessed the actual rides were further into the park not that you'd want to go on the really high ones.

Piers must've noticed your wonder filled eyes because he let out a small 'Heh' under his breath before putting his hands in his pockets and looking up. "So. Where do you gals want to go first?"

"How 'bout the food courts?," Marnie suggested which was quickly backed up by Silver who gave a chirp after her, "Haven't had time to eat yet n' I could use somethin' to warm me up."

Piers hummed before nodding. "I'm down for that. Can't do my best tonight if I'm just lettin' my stomach grumble more than a starvin' snorlax."

With you agreeing the group made your way to the left path where the smell of food was a lot more prominent and soon found yourselves walking down booths of popcorn, candied apples, some kind of meats on sticks, and of course the regular carnival foods of hot dogs, funnel cakes, sodas, corndogs, and the like. You were drawn to one particular booth that was selling a variety of those items. Silver came right up to the booth and immediately pointed at one of the giant boiled eggs before looking at you and giving a curious noise. Piers coming up beside you with a small tray of drinks in his hands. 

"Oh. Is that what you want?," you asked and Silver nodded. "Will you behave if I get it for you?" He nodded again and you smiled. "Alright then. Hey, Piers." He blinked as you smiled at him. "You want something?"

He....blinked. Before holding up a hand. "Nah. 'M good, Mate-"

"Oh no you don't." You patted his shoulder and he blinked again at you. "Listen. You invited me to hang out with you. You helped me yesterday. And you bought me hot chocolate. The very least I can do is buy you breakfast."

He blinked again at your words. "I thought we were already even after I got your shoulder fixed."

"We're equal in terms of the shoulder, but I owe you one for the drink and invite." You smiled brightly. "Besides it's Christmas. Isn't the holiday about giving back to one another? C'mon. Pick anything you want. It's on me this time. I'll get something for Marnie too." It was the least you could do and you had plenty of money to spare from working four months at the store. 

Piers gave you a look as if he wasn't believing what he was hearing, before turning his head to the food booth quietly. "...Well...I know Marn-Marn likes those dumplings n' that pickled meat's pretty good."

You smiled and turned back to the guy handling the booth. "Consider it done. Hey! Can I get a couple orders this way please?"

And forty minutes later you three were walking your way back the way you came after looking through the other booths there. All of them were some kind of food go figure, and by the end of it the three of you walked out with hot coco courtesy of Piers and each of you all having something warm to fill your stomachs. Marnie with her dumplings and some kind of crepe, Piers settled on what you understood to be some kind of meat they pickled raw before frying it on a stick...(odd), and you settled on just a cheap hot dog. Silver by now had already swallowed the entire boiled egg and kept eyeing your food but you weren't about to go give it to him. Not sure where you'd be going now but Piers seemed to be following Marnie's lead so you went along with it as she slowly looked around the booths you passed with people shouting at you all or entertaining other people one caught your eye and you suddenly paused, Piers did too when you suddenly weren't next to him. What caught your eye was a booth with a woman who was selling key chains with all kinds of cute and shiny metal pokemon charms. And as the small sign suggested all were just a dollar and by the size of the booth there was a decent amount.

"Somethin' caught your eye?," Piers questioned looking around the booth also.

You opened your mouth to answer- "PIERS!!" Both of you turned as Marnie pointed to a particular game booth. "They're givin' 'way morpeko plushies as prizes. Win me one will you?"

Piers turned back to you. "Hey. Don't worry about it. Go win Marnie something nice and I'll meet you in a second after I grab a few of these for my friends." Piers nodded after a moment and turned to walk away before you turned back to the lady of the booth. An idea forming in your mind.

"Are you interested in anything you see, Young Lady?"

You nodded. "I need four duraludons, two silveon, a charizard, five wooloo, a morpeko, a mochamp, genger, onix, frosmoth, sobble, a yamper, and a ninetales." The booth owner stared at you. "Oh. And an obstagoon if you have one."

With a newly acquired bag you smiled and met back up with Piers and Marnie, noticing she was carrying a brand new morpeko plush in her arms Piers assumedly won for her. "Oh hey. You're back...What's in the bag?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Well you rather give it to them sooner rather than later anyways. Both watched as you went rummaging through your bag before pulling out two of the shiny metal tinkets and holding it out to them. "TA DA!! Merry Christmas you two!"

Both blinked and stared at the small key chains you present Surprise more on Piers's face than Marnie's, in fact it was Marnie who reacted first happily taking the small little metal morpeko to match her own plush at the moment. "Oh wow. ...This matches up with my team so well." The faintest of smiles appeared on her face. "Thank you."

"Hey! Think nothing of it! It's all in the spirit of the holiday!"

Piers was...much slower to take his from you. More surprise in those blue eyes than you've seen as he looked at the charm and then to you slowly. "You....bought this? For me?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I got everyone one." You gestured shaking the small bag a bit to reveal the metal clanking inside. "I mean everyone's been working hard and has been really nice to me. It's Christmas too, so everyone should at least get something."

"....Oh." He glanced between the Obstagoon key chain in his cold hand before nodding. Of course she'd get something for everyone for Christmas, not just him. Even Marnie right next to him had gotten one. "Of course." He turned back to looking at the small keychain in his hands. 

"Hang on a second." Your head tilted and he followed your gaze behind him as you both realized Marnie was gone. "Where'd Marnie go?" 

Piers's eyes immediately wide as his head snapped around and behind you both...before sighing when he realized Marnie was just a few booths away from them looking very interested in a booth that displayed some kind of rotomi machine next to it that resembled more of a techno-fied gumball machine with a screen. What the world was THAT?? Both of you walked on over to where she was with Silver tailing after you until you walked right up to the booth and the man behind it. 

"Hey Marn-Marn," Piers greeted looking into the booth and stopping next to her. "What's goin' on 'ere?"

The man behind the booth, who had short brown hair and was bundled up enough to cover half his face with pink eyes, seemed to perk up upon seeing more of you trailing up to the booth. "Greetings and salutations!" He greeted the both of you gesturing his arms out to his booth. "Can I interest you fine folks in some rotomi adoption?"

"Rotomi...adoption?"

The man nodded to you before slapping one hand on the machine thing. "We're giving away many of the abandoned pokemon in the rotomi system to people who'd offer them all good homes and we already made a grand stride in giving away a good portion of the little guys! After all what better gift to give your kids for christmas than a pokemon of their very own!?"

"That seems a bit counter productive," Piers spoke and you blinked at him as he pointed to the machine. "Pokemon aren't toys to just distribute out like that. They're living breathin' creatures that have feelings like any other person like you or me."

"Er.." The man seemed to falter a little bit at Piers's blank stare before coughing. "Well we don't really push THAT point of view. I-It's more about finding them all good homes this year." Piers hummed and you watched as the man's attention slowly turned from Piers over to the bottom of the both at your feet. More specifically at SILVER as the shiny water type chirped and attempted to peer over the side to see what you were all looking at. And it was like a switch flicked in his mind as he hummed, hands on his hips, and leaned over to get a better look at Silver who blinked. You blinked too looking between them. "Well..We also do trades of all kinds as well if you nice folks are interested."

You IMMEDIATELY snatched Silver up into your arms as he gave a startled noise suddenly being lifted up into the air. You GLARED at the guy as he blinked. "Sorry. Silver is NOT for grabs. At all!"

"Are you sure? We have plenty of good deals fo-" An arm shoved itself between you and him.

Blue eyes narrowed. "She said she wasn't interested, Mate." With a stern tone Piers gently grabbed Marnie's shoulders and started pushing her away. "C'mon, Girls. Ya don't want any pokemon from here."

You were happy to follow the Spikemuth siblings giving one last look behind you at the man as you left. But rose a brow as you saw him leaning up from under the booth with a small cage and go into the covered back of said booth. What the heck was that about? Oh well. Silver was happy to have a break from walking in the cold snow and flopped against you as you carried him after the siblings. You all but soon forgot the encounter when Marnie directed her brother's attention over to another game booth which had the classic knock down the pins theme. You were surprised when Piers was able to knock down all three towers of pins with a single throw, but you guessed he'd have a good throw from being a gym leader and doing all those fancy tricks with his mic. He won what was a small Pichu plus but when Marnie declined wanting it he opted to give it to you which you didn't mind. You didn't take Piers for the type to want a plus anyways. You paid for your own shot at a couple games while you were there and ended up winning a small handful of trinkets and buying yourself one or two things you found interesting at the merchandise stalls. At one point you even ran into some groups of people. One was Raihan with his little trio of trainers chaperoning them around the fair most likely. You both said hi and you gifted the four of them the duraludon keychains as a sort of apology for sicking Silver on them the other day. Raihan..gave a flirty look but did back off when Piers directed you away and he was swept up by a few people wanting an autograph. Allister getting piggy backed around by Bea looking at a display of ghost type pokemon which you understood why and he seemed really happy when you gave them some more keychains. And then trio you traveled with with a badly disguised Leon. To his credit it did seem barely anyone else recognized him, they were happy to have ran into you so far arms full of either food or things from one of the booths. And even happier when you gave them the wooloo charms and Leon offered to deliver the rest of the gym leaders' gifts for you and mail Sonia's hers when talking about joining the others for the parade. Which you kindly took him up on his offer so you weren't carrying them around all day. After bidding them good bye Marnie ended up directing the three of you towards the ride section which you didn't mind but when she expressed interest in some higher rides like the roller coaster or ferris wheel you declined using the excuse of watching Silver or wanting to save more money which seemed to suffice for them. It went from the roller coster, ferris wheel, and sling shot to ones you did join like bumper cars, an all ages merry-go-round, and Rapidash rides....Piers absolutely refused to join you and Marnie on the last one and used the excuse of watching Silver for you which you didn't mind as well. There was some other games and rides but as it was nearing lunch time you were starting to get hungry again after the small breakfast and being out in the cold for hours now. Piers offered to take you both back to the food booths to pick up around round of hot coco and some food for lunch. Sounded good to you. However it wasn't until you were halfway into the food area did a VERY loud whistle blow and a female voice shouted out across the cold night.

"HEY!! YOU THERE!! STOP!!," a woman's voice shouted but you three didn't pay it much mind other than a look over your shoulder and sharing a shrug with Piers. "THE ONE WITH THAT SHINY POKEMON!!" 

At this you did pause, and turn around as did the Spikemuth sibs. Some faces were looking over too as a woman with green hair and a shiny golden badge pinned to her winter coat came charging over to you with a glare that could crack diamonds. And your brows rose. "Officer Jenny!?" What was a policewoman doing marching her way over to you?

Officer Jenny stomped her way right up to you all before pointing a finger straight in Piers's face who didn't even blink. "You there! Where are you going with that shiny pokemon?!" She demanded.

Piers...blinked. "Huh?"

"Don't play games with me! Now I asked you a question! You better tell me if you don't want to be questioned at the station!"

"Silver's my pokemon!," you cut in making them both look to you as you frowned at Jenny. The last thing you need was Piers getting in trouble over....over..Well you didn't know that yet. You crossed your arms. "Is there a problem, Officer?"

The woman nodded hands on her hips. "I'd say! You mind telling me where you got him?"

"I've had him ever since he was a sobble!" You reached down and Silver didn't protest when you picked him up. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal?!," She asked in a tone that sounded like she didn't quite believe you, "The big deal is that there's been cases of someone taking and selling shiny pokemon illegally from rotomi boxes within Wyndon City! An anonymous tip said there would be someone doing that within the fair!" Again she eyed Silver in your arms. "But so far the only shiny pokemon I've seen around here is that one! Has he been in your possession this entire time?" You nodded. "Can anyone vouch for you?"

"I can vouch for that," Piers agreed much to your relief knowing you had back up, "That pokemon sticks to 'er better than super glue. Def not the kind of bond they'd have if she jus' bought 'em from a poke poucher."

Officer Jenny looked him up and down for a moment narrowing her eyes. "You look oddly familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"You might've." Reaching a hand up Piers ended up grabbing his hood and pulling it back enough to show his entire face to her. "The name's Piers. 'M the Gym Leader from Spikemuth."

Surprise bloomed across Jenny's face for a moment before her face returned to that frown as she hummed. Looking him over and then you before nodding. "A gym leader...Alright then. You're free to go. But if I was you I'd keep a real close eye on that drizzlie of yours with those shiny poachers running amuck. It's not uncommon for them to snatch up others' pokemon."

"Thanks for the tip, but I'm sure I'll be fine with a strong gym leader and trainer with me." With a salute in respect to Piers Officer Jenny left as Piers returned his hood onto his head. You watched her go...before turning to Piers. "Shiny hunting is illegal in Wyndon?"

he shook his head no. "No. Not shiny hunting. Shiny hunting is different. It's one thing ta actually go out and capture a wild shiny for yourself or trading one or even adoptin' one from abandoned boxes. But pokemon hunters sell pokemon with rare abilities or more commonly shinies to the highest bidder cuz they're rare n' all that. I believe I told ya that back in good ol' Spikemuth." His eyes narrowed. "What poachers do for a profit disgusts me."

You nodded fulling agreeing with him. It was like poachers back on your planet. That jerk! You hoped Officer Jenny caught whoever it was that she was after. Safe to say you'd definitely be keeping a closer eye on Silver for the rest of the night. You three made it back to the food booths where you took a small food break and of course you bought Silver another giant boiled egg to eat although you did have a bad feeling wash over you for some reason. By now it was around noon which meant Piers still had about five hours until he had to go and ready himself for the concert. Despite you feeling cold with your nose a pink and being able to see your breath, you still felt alright to be out. Silver didn't seem to mind much either so maybe he was more durable against the cold than you thought he was. Once you all were finished, Marnie expressed going back to where the gaming and merchandise booths were and looking at one who sold punk and goth themed jewelry. Well you all still had five hours to kill and Marnie seemed to be having fun so why not? It was only when you were walking back through when you stopped...And remembered that one booth. With the guy who was giving out pokemon from abandoned rotomi boxes, and the one who you had SEEN carrying a small cage big enough to hold a sobble in....Why would someone who's giving away pokemon for FREE need a cage? Especially one so small. You ended up stopping eyes wide in thought. Making Piers stop as you had been walking beside him and having him raise a brow at your wide eyed look.

"Hey. What's the hold up there with you?," he asked raising a brow as  your mind whirled...and you suddenly looked at him. 

"Hey! Do you guys remember that guy giving away pokemon?"Instantly Piers's face soured as he narrowed his eyes but Marnie nodded. You started walking again past them as they followed you with their gazes. "We need to go there. NOW." Both siblings looked at each other for a second before following you. Your eyes narrowed into one of anger as your hold on Silver increased. Walking past people and swiveling your head around looking for one booth in particular and stopping. There it was. And there HE was. The man with a big smile on his face happily handed over a pokeball to a happily smiling couple who seemed to coo over the pokeball in their hands before walking off in a big smile. There he was. 

"Oi! What are you bloody up too?," Piers asked finally catching up to you and glancing where the booth was before back to you. ".....Are you really thinkin' 'bout tradin' that drizzlie of yours after all? Or gettin' a pokemon?" Silver gave a noise of alarm at the news and gave you a startled look. His frown deepened. "I would highly advise against it for moral reasons-"

"Nope! Not even close." In a swift movement you handed Silver to marnie who didn't look the least bit surprised to have even been made to hold Silver. "Hey Marnie. Do us a favor and distract him will you? Silver should catch his attention but don't actually let him touch him."

Piers stared flabbergasted at what you just asked his own little sister to do. "WOT!?" Marnie gave a thumbs up before turning with Silver still looking worried in her arms and walked off towards the booth. ?! Piers held out an arm towards her. "MARNIE WAIT- ACK!?"

His protests were cut short when your hand grabbed his and you quite literally began dragging him off quickly off the beaten paths, between two booths and now behind most of the booths along the sidewalks, you two started stepping through snow right towards the one booth in particular. You watched as Marnie walked past booth after booth until she stepped in front of the dreaded one you were checking out. Stopping right behind the one next to it, you peeked around the back of it at an angle where you could see them but only Marnie could see you. Like you suspected the man noticed Marnie just standing there with Silver in her arms, and the man IMMEDIATELY lit up upon noticing the shiny she had. Behind you Piers was ...well...at a loss for words as he stood there watching you peep out....Before looking down to where you were still holding his hand and stared at it for a fairly long moment. Only blinking when you as quietly as you could snuck one booth over to the one Marnie was currently in front of, dragging him along with you. What were you doing!? Were you trying to bloody get them all in trouble!? Was Marnie in danger!? Meanwhile you paid no attention to Piers's having internal panic behind you. Now was your chance. If there was one thing you knew from watching so many pokemon episodes, it was how to spot an obvious plot point. A man giving out free pokemon and a shiny poacher on the lose and you had seen him with a cage? It was a dead giveaway as was the way he took specific interest in Silver. You could spot a Team Rocket like mystery a mile away...but you had to check just to make sure. The back of the booth was openable by a flap entrance made for easy access out the back way. Suspicious. Turning to Piers who looked about ready to drag you back out of there you silently held a finger to your lips in the universal signal to be quiet and he didn't say anything. Ever so slowly you turned back to the flap and grabbed it, opening it just enough for you and Piers when he leaned above you to peer inside....It was an INSTANT reaction. A hand flew up to your mouth and Pier's blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at what you two had stumbled upon. Cages. Not just one but FIVE of them. Inside of the five cages each was a different pokemon. A pikachu, a zorua, a zigzagoon, an espurr, and a sylveon. But that wasn't what all of you have such reactions. It was the fact that all four looked so scared, small, huddled in on themselves shivering but you couldn't tell if that was because they were cold or scared. .....YOUR TEMPER FREAKING R O S E!! Instantly gaining a glare that could rival Oleana's, Piers jumped as you pushed your way inside the closed in booth. Thank Arceus Marnie was still keeping the guy busy. Your hand instantly reached out for a cage, but a sudden pale hand grabbed yours making you blink and whirl around to Piers ...and frown. Because WHY did he stop you!? You got your answer when he silently pointed to the cages or more like the strange device like thing on top of each of them. You didn't get it at first..but the more you stared at it you eventually understood why. The cage was rigged to keep the pokemon in in a way that would make them scared, the only place that looked safe to touch was the hook like lock on the outside of the doors and the handle on the top that made it safe for a human to carry. Level Two Anger Activated. 

"Piers...Would these pokemon all be considered shinies?," you whispered to him. And he nodded.

Piers paused as you wretched your hand from his, but rose his brow as you then proceeded to unzip your coat and take it off. Good thing you wore a thick wool sweater today. He proceeded to watch silently as you laid your coat on the ground before turning to him anger clearly evident in your face. 

"Piers. Do you think you can open these cages and wrap these guys up using that?", you asked gesturing to your coat.

Piers gave a bewildered expression but nodded. "Yyyyesss? Why tho?"

"Let's just say you should be glad you're not the one I'm mad at."

Piers blinked but didn't really question you as you, more angrier than the onix that had chased you back in the wild area stomped towards the front and with a hand you shoved the curtain. Back in the front Marnie had been asking the man a few odd questions here and there about different type of pokemon that were a 'good trade' for Silver hypothetically even though she had zero intention of actually trading him much less without your permission. And the guy had been going on for a bit now. Talking about psyducks or maybe a beartic would be a good trade off for a much weaker water type. She wasn't expecting someone to come bounding up to her. 

"MARNIE!!," a cheerful scottish voice called out to her. The girl slowly turned her head and blinked as Gloria full arm waved to her walking right up to her with a bright smile on her face and cotton candy in her other hand. ''Haven't seen ya in a while!"

Marnie blinked as Gloria stopped in front of her. "Gloria. What are you doin' here?"

She waved a hand off. "We're on our way to this cafe Lee wants us ta try out. Says they have the best cakes in Wyndon." Her eyes tilted downwards to the pokemon she was holding and blinked as Silver chirped at her......The scottish gal pointed. "Is that Y/n's drizzlie?"

"Yes."

"......Where is Y/n?"

No sooner had they said that then they had suddenly been sprayed by snow making Gloria yelp in surprise as Marnie just...blinked. And to their absolute SHOCK watched as you wrestled down that guy from the booth within the snow. What HAD happened was that you had angrily shoved the blinds out of your way seeing red and seeing that the guy was standing there totally oblivious and Marnie was out of the way...Well...You football player style tackled him causing the both of you to tumble out of the booth and onto the ground below spraying up snow in your wake. 

Piers kneeled down near the closest cage with the shaking Sylveon who upon noticed the hand fiddling the lock on the cage and opening it, cowered away. "Shh. Shh." The man gently leaned down to peer inside of the cage and the poor shaking pokemon. Making eye contact with the small creature and giving it a smile. "There there." The hand reached in further and the sylveon flinched when he just barely grazed it's back. "C'mon now, Lil Guy. Don't be scared now." The hand was joined by another and still shaking, the Sylveon didn't fight back when Piers wrapped both hands around it's front and gently pulled it out. It blinked in what he assumed was surprise when he didn't make any forceful actions and instead carefully sat it back down on the coat. One hand gently stroking down it's back in a hopeful attempt to calm it down. "You're goin' to be alright."...He looked back up as the guy gave off a scared sounding yelp. "....Him however I ain't so sure."

With an iron grip on the man, as soon as you tackled him to the ground he started squirming around like a rabid snake on a sugar rush thrashing around and cursing at you bet the adrenaline rush pumping through your veins combined with the anger you felt made you an unstoppable force to reckon with. When he realized he couldn't thrash you off of him, he made the bold move of flipping over and slamming your back against the ground. Winding you for a moment as he attempted to get away- Only to faceplant as she struggled to get up and instead met your foot lifting up as he crawled to his hands and knees kicking his behind, sending his face first into the snow.  Sending out a snarl you pushed yourself up faster than a raboot's quick attack, grabbed the man by his leg, and YANKED his screaming body back to you. You weren't sure how, it was all a blur, you ended up on top of him pinning him down with one knee on his chest as hands gripped fabric so hard your knuckles turned white and the man found himself pulled up and staring into the eyes of the deranged beast that was you.

"UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO SHOVE YOU INTO ONE OF THOSE JOY BUZZER JAIL CELLS YOU"LL STAY DOWN YOU SPINELESS POKEMON POACHING JERK!!!," You bellowed at his face making all the color drain from him until he could blend in with the snow.

Silence rang out all around you as many people stared including the two girls behind you as you stared down this absolute jerk. 

".....Y/n?" ...You looked over your shoulder at the familiar voice only to find Gloria staring at you wide eyed staring at you. ....Uh oh- Her hands flew up to clutch her head as she stared at you in shock. "HOLY BLOODY RAPIDASH CRAP!!!" her arms gestured to you. "WHAT ARE YE DOIN'!?"

"GLORIA!," a grown man's voice called. Double uh oh. And you froze as Leon jogged up from the staring crowd followed by the other two guys. Did I mention triple uh oh? Leon pushed his way past all the watchful eyes on you that refused to move- "Are you ok!? I heard yell-....ing." ...until he saw you in what you were sure looked like a deranged monkey holding a person hostage as you sat there silently staring at one another....before he sighed and reached a hand up to rub at his face. "Oh goodness gracious....What did you guys do now?"

"Leon! I swear to you this isn't what this looks like," you tried to assure him just imagining what was going through everyone's minds at the moment. You yanked the guy up a bit. "This guy's a poacher!" Leon's eyebrows shot up all of a sudden at the bold claim. "I'm SWEAR to you I am NOT making this up! We had a whole slew of shinies just trapped in the back."

"THIS GIRL'S A LUNATIC!!," the man suddenly shouted and you blinked at him. "I was just trying to bring joy to everyone and finding homes for those abandoned by their trainers cold hearts! Clearly she's suffering from the cold! Look at her! She's not even dressed for this weather!"

"Leon! You gotta believe me please!!"

You could see the Champion's face stone to a serious expression looking at you and for a moment your face faltered. Would he believe you? Was this it? Was this where you finally got in trouble after all this time? Whelp..No. Someone from above must've answered your payers because your guardian angel in the form of Piers arrived. Coming from the booth, your bunched up lumpy coat in one arm and in the other one of the cages, Leon instantly looked to him and seemed to be a bit more surprised seeing him standing there.

"Piers?"

"Leo."

"What in Galar are you up to now?" He got his answer when Piers placed the cage down in front of him. "...What's this?"

"HEY!! I know what that is!" Hop to the rescue you thought as All eyes turned to the Champion's younger brother who's mind sped up to a hundred seeing the cage. "It's an Electro-Capture Four Thousand. Professor Magnolia invented them. Electric companies use 'em to safely capture small electric type pokemon like joltic to keep 'em from tampering with electric lines and power generators. But they're not supposed to be used for other types other than Electric."

"So why's one here?"

"One? Heh." Piers rolled his head to his side as Leon watched him carefully look towards the back. "Try five of these cruddy things."

Leon stared silently at Piers...Snow crunched under the Champion's feet as he walked right up to the rebel punk and both stared at each other. Prime gold eyes meeting electric blue ones. Piers made absolutely no move to stop Leon when he reached out to your coat and pulled it out a bit to peer at the passengers inside. You watched as he with the same unchanging face closed the coat Piers was holding back and inhaled closing his eyes.....Before turning back around and...and-.....Smiling?? At you?? You blinked as the Champion smiled and beckoned you to get off him. 

"Again you all never cease to stop the help every time I turn." He turned away from Piers and gestured for you to get up. "Come on, Y/n. Let's release the guy for now. I think I can handle it from here. SOMEONE GET OFFICER JENNY HERE!!"

You were...reluctant to actually do that but you trusted Leon enough to actually slowly get off of the guy. You guessed you could've just had gotten Officer jenny or someone else to deal with this but you swore you weren't gonna do soemthing like this again. Speaking of Officer Jenny the scuffle had attracted her attention and she came charging over with two other officers and a arcanine. She seemed confused seeing you again but luckily Leon took lead and explained to her what exactly what had happened. Giving a statement as Jenny handcuffed the man and the other two officers closed off the booth before more officers arrived in order to collect more evidence. At one point Piers even handed your coat filled with the shiny pokemon over to an awaiting officers' hands mentioning they'd have to be taken to the pokemon center for an emergency look over which you agreed whole heartedly. Standing off to the side you finally got a moment to breath, taking Silver who seemed bored back from Marnie and then sighing.

"THAT WAS BRILLIANT!!" You jumped at the sudden yell and turned to look at Gloria who was beaming up at you with a wide smile. "Ye was all like 'Don't ye move or 'm gonna shove ya in a cage' and he was like 'please don' hurt me'!!"

"Or it just sounds to me that she can be a pro wrestler," Victor deadpanned making Gloria roll her eyes.

"Hey. Don't be praising me like that," you said, "I wasn't thinking clearly and shouldn't you three get back to Leon? I think he's almost done talking to that officer."

Leon was indeed finished giving a statement and returned to your group. He...semi scolded you for acting so irrationally and you took it. Before piers suggested you all skidaddle before being swamped by any mobs of unwanted attention, you fully agreed with that too and the whole lot of you retreated back towards the park's entrance. From there your two groups bid one another good bye for now, after all Leon was taking the lot to a fancy lunch before heading off for the parade. Piers suggested going ahead and heading off towards the parade grounds early despite there being about another three hours until it actually started, but it was probably for the best that you all did to avoid anymore drama from the crowds. There was two free transports there. One was a flying taxi that Leon's group quickly claimed and a free mudsdale. You suggested it but Piers IMMEDIATELY shot that idea down. Quickly making it quite clear there was NO way in Galar he was going to be riding on the back of another pokemon and suggested you all walked to where the parade would be starting. ..Well, you all did have three more hours to kill. So why not? Marnie didn't have any objections. Gathering your things and Silver in your arms, you followed Piers as he took lead in walking off with marnie beside him but she made a face at him raising a brow.

"So she likes joining your rebel justice too? Are you sure you two are jus' friends?"

"Marnie!"

Luckily you didn't seem to hear them over the crowd of people walking all around you and only followed Piers who gave his little sister one last frown before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking through the crowds of people. You followed them through tons of people, past busy stores and streets, marveling and cringing at how noisy and crowded the entire place was as people brushed past you. You couldn't imagine living in a crowded place like this your entire life. Soon enough the people on the side walks became more compact and you noticed that there was metal fencing on the sidewalk keeping them from getting on the streets that seemed to now be completely empty. For the parade? Squeezing your way through the tough crowd you clung onto Silver still following Piers lanky form through the crowd until you all came to a particular roped off area that was being guarded by none other than Team Yell! He recognized the three of you in an instant. Piers said something to the grunt you couldn't hear over the crowd but the grunt pulled the rope between you all and the area back. With a 'follow me' gesture from Piers you and Marnie both followed him into the area and you blinked at what you saw. In front of the building was a couple chairs on the side walk safely where some people could be able to watch the parade as the members of Team Yell had set up some kind of speaker system on the cleared road with some intruments. Obviously some kind of set up in order for Piers to do the opening performance for the parade. Also on the sidelines you could see a couple people with those news cameras pointing at various angles down towards the road or towards where the set up was. Lights were on everywhere in the city now as it had gotten darker and darker until the sun looked like it would set any minute now. Piers directed you two to some of the chairs safely off to the side and you blinked. This was a front row view to watch the parade! 

"Mr. Piers!," you three were stopped by a woman's voice and Piers turned his head towards a woman who approached him with her hair up, wearing a head mic, and a clipboard in her hands. Clearly someone manning the parade. Maybe even an event organizer by the looks of her. Either way Piers gave her his attention when she approached him. "There's one hour until showtime. Why weren't you here for makeup and wardrobe earlier!?"

"Sorry 'bout that. I got a lil..." He glanced at the two of you standing there. "...Side tracked."

"Uh huh. Well now we have to rush things and get you all ready if we're all going to keep up scheduale here!"

"It takes that long for you to do someone's hair?"

He turned back to you. "It does with mine. Y'know. Gotta give Galar that signature Spikemuth look they all know from me." He paused...noticing you shaking slightly before pointing at you. "Oi. Ya cold or somethin'?"

You blinked, looking down at yourself and noticed you were indeed shaking a bit. As thick as your sweater and sweat pants were, you were noticable a bit colder without your coat, and after rolling around in the snow to stop that poacher. It had also taken at least two hours for you all to walk here. ..You shrugged. "I-I guess a bit yeah. Sort of lost m-my own coat a little while back."

Piers regarded you for a moment before he silently began removing his own coat. Reaching up to take the hood off showing his flat hair instead of it's normal do, cascading down his back in a water fall of shiny black and pretty pale white mixture. Unzipping the long coat open until he could shrug it off his own shoulders. You blinked as he removed his arms from the sleeves, shook the long thing out, before in a fluid motion throwing it into the air over you before pulling it down over your shoulders. You blinked as Piers pulled it over you and gave a small pat to your shoulder before pulling his hands away. The coat was...surprisingly warm, makes sense as Piers had been wearing it for a long time so it should be the trick to warm you up. Marnie stared...First at you looking up and down at the hot pink and black coat you sported. Then at Piers who still wore that blank face meeting your surprised one.

"You two should go sit down and wait for the show to start," he finally said gesturing towards the empty chairs making you blink. "I'll be back after the make up team fixes me up photo finish for the show. Jus' sit tight n' everything should go well. Kay?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before he turned and followed the woman  with the clipboard away. You watched them go before blinking again and looking at yourself and the coat drapped over you. .....What was that all about? You flinched when Marnie tugged at your side and gestured to the seats Piers had pointed at to you. 

"Let's go sit down n' rest for a sec."

Not knowing what else to do at the moment you complied and followed Marnie on over to the chairs to sit down in. The next hour was spent with you rubbing your cold pink face to warm it up every so often, and go between watching the crowds around you or Team Yell who seemed to be putting any last finishing touches on the set ups but one woman's voice caught your attention as you peered over to where the loud and close voice was coming from. And low and behold there was the same blonde reporter lady and her camera man from the hotel the other day. She ran her hands over her blonde hair and coat making herself look 'presentable' for the camera man pointed the large and heavy equipment over her shoulder at her.  

"Gillian! We're live in five. Four. Three." In an instant the woman plastered a happy fake smile for the camera as her camera man began counting down. Mic to her mouth. "Two. One!"

"Welcome! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays for all!," she spoke with a sweetly forced voice you found slightly annoying, "This is Marcos Cosmos Newscast with Gillian coming to all you folks at home live at a very special celebration that we've had for years now and what many folks have been lining up for hours to see now. The Annual Wyndon City Christmas Day Parade! This year we have a spectacular event lined up for the audience including over thirty two floats, fourteen giant balloons, and performers of all kinds awaiting the signal to come walking down Wyndon Main Street with special guest star interviews like our very own Chairman Rose and rising star actress Gwen Admins. " Her arm gestured behind her to the opening set. "But perhaps the most anticipated scene is the opening event that's being done by none other than the very musically talented Gym Leader of Spikemuth, Piers. Already well known for some of his more famous hit songs such as The Love Purugly and The Caterpie Girl. Truly quite the Christmas gift to be giving us this year." The woman looked towards the direction you were in all of a sudden and brightly lit up. You rose a brow where you sat. "And it looks like we're live just in time to capture the opening act about to begin!"

You were confused at what they were looking at before you turned your head and blinked as Piers walked past you all and towards the lit area set up on the road as it had finally gotten fully dark now from the sun setting. Only now he was sporting his usual punk look. The crowd on either side of you all perking up as the rebel gym leader walked up to the lit micstand in the light with the same blank face and slouched form before grabbing it. The mic made a small noise as he grabbed it before inhaling closing his eyes-...Before doing a complete 180 and like the day before that same confident smile and look in his eyes appearing before giving a confident point off to the crowd. 

"'ELLO GALAR!!," he shouted amplified by the mic throughout the calm city night enlisted an immediate response in the form of a cheer from the crowd. "How are we all doin' tonight?" The camera's pointed right at his face as he smiled back to the crowd. "Sounds like we got a good crowd tonight! Probably one of the best lookin' crowds I've had in a long time! To thank ya'll for gracin' me with your presence, how 'bout I deliver some tunes befittin' for this holiday yeah?" The crowd cheered more to his presence and you admitted you were excited too. After all this would technically be your second concert you had gotten to see if you counting that one you stumbled into back in Spikemuth. Piers pointed off to the side. "Hit it!"

Somewhere on the side lines one of the staff noticeably fiddled with the giant speaker set on wheels (Wheels??) in the dark out of Piers's spot light until music blasted out. And you stared at what you could only describe as a rock version of Carol of the Bells seemed to blast out for the world to hear. Odd choice, but hey. It was Christmas themed so you guessed it was fitting. Piers let the first few bell chimes of the music that echoed throughout the night to grace play before drums dropped in to join the beat and he visibly took in a long breath. 

"Hark how the bells!~ Sweet silver bells!~ All seem to say throw cares away!~ Christmas is here!~ Bringing good cheer!~ To young n' old!~," he shouted out and you watched as he picked up the pace of his voice to match the speed of the song hands firmly gripping onto his mic stand. "Meek n' the bold!~ Ding dong ding dong!!~ THAT IS THEIR SONG!!~ With joyful ring!~ All carolin'!~  One seems to hear words of good cheer from everyone!~  Fillin' the air!~ OH how they pound!!!~ Raisin' the sound!!!~ O'er hill n' dale!!~ Tellin' the tale!!~'' ...HOW!? How was he able to do all of that in just one long breath like that!? Your mind bobbled at the thought just watching him STILL go without looking tired at all. "GAILY THEY RING WHILE PEOPLE SING SONGS O' GOOD CHEER!!~ CHRISTMAS IS HERE!!~ MERRY, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!~ MERRY, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!~ On, on they send!~ On without end!~ Their joyful tone!~ To every home!~" 

He paused in his moment of singing as the rock music began dropping a good few beats- Silver made a startled noise and backed up against you when all of a sudden caught a flash of lights. Red, green, and then a regular but REALLY bright white light blasting all about Pier's body. Your hand came up to block half the light show from your face as Marnie watched completely unphased at all...And it took you a good while of blinking and getting your barings to realize that it was in fact indeed a light show organized to flash around Piers to highlight the show. ...OH!! Duh!! That's why they were in Christmas colors. The audience sure seemed to like the display of fancy lights, as did you once you managed to get your eyes used to the bright display. Piers meanwhile was taking a few deep breaths before readying himself for the next fast verse.

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong!!~ Ding dong ding dong ding dong!!~," his voice cut back through as the light show abruptly stopped letting his form be visible to the masses again. You blinked not quite used to the sudden changes in light and dark. "HARK how the bells!~ Sweet silver bells!~ All seem to say throw cares away!~ Christmas 's 'ere!~ Bringin' good cheer!~ Ta young n' old!~ Meek an' the bold!~ DING DONG DING DONG!!~ That is their song!~ With joyful ring!~ All caroling!~ One seems ta hear words of good cheer from everywhere!~ Fillin' the air!~ OH how they pound!~ Raisin' the sound!~ O'er hill n' dale!~ Tellin' their tale!~" Blinking your blinking you did seem to notice that Piers sucked in a very quick breath before singing the next verses. "GAILY THEY RING WHILE PEOPLE SING SONGS 'O GOOD CHEER!!~ CHRISTMAS IS HERE!!~ MERRY, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!~ MERRY, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!~ ON ON THEY SEND!!~ ON WITHOUT END!~ THEY'RE JOYFUL TONE!!~ TA EVERY HOME!!~"

This time you had the insight to quickly put up your hand again as the lightshow returned and sparing yourself from the second light attack as the beat dropped and continued on for a good long moment. Silver resorted himself into shoving his face into the coat you wore to escape the light as it continued on until finally with a few bells chimed the song ended and the lightshow immediately cut out with Piers standing back there smiling. An absolute UPROAR only matched by that of the stadium crowd's cheers rang out from everyone around you and you weren't ashamed to smile brightly and clap along yourself. Your heart pumping through your chest and electric excitement rushing through your viens from the performance. That was an amazing display!! Although Silver was less than impressed and let you know it in the form of a grumble as he firmly stayed put where he was. 

"THANK YOU!!", Piers spoke back up waving a hand real quick, "It's a down right honor to be here in Wyndon and entertain all you 'night! An' it looks like m' not the only one." He tilted his head down the long street to the left and you couldn't see where you were sat with Marnie but the outlines of lit up floats and people were slowly making their way down towards them. "But I think I got time for one more song for such a beautiful audience! How's about it?!"

With the people's cheer of approval Piers tilted his head towards the people handling the many sound equipment and instruments off the sidelines as they ready themselves. With a breath he turned back to the floats still heading towards them slowly as if calculating the best song to sing with the limited time, before taking another inhale and exhale. But you were surprised instead of any rock music soft piano music instead flowed out making you raise a brow. ..Wasn't that not Piers's usually genre of music?

"I don't want a lot for Christmas.~" Your attention turned back to him as he sang in probably the softest most gentlest tone you had ever heard him sing other than the time you had stumbled on him strumming his guitar. As he gentle sang with his eyes closed. "There's jus' one thing that I need.~ I don't care 'bout the preasents underneath the Christmas tree.~ I just want you for my own.~ More than you could ever know.~ Make my wish come true.~" The People in the sidelines manning the instruments either raised their hands or grabbed the certain tools needed to suddenly amp up the music's soft voulume to eleven. "All I want for Christmas is...YOUU!!!!~" You jumped when all of a sudden guitair and drums were added to the mic of piano now as well as the music took a sudden jump in volume! Piers snapping his eyes back open now. "OH BABY!!~ I won't ask for much this Christmas.~ I won't even wish for snow.~ I jus' wanna keep on waitin' underneath the mistletoe.~ I won't make a list an' send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick.~" Piers tilted his head back a bit singing a bit higher. "I won't even stay awake to 'ere those magic stantler click.~  I jus' want you here tonight.~ Holdin' onto me so tight!~" He gave what you could've called a sultry look to the audience. "What more can I do?~ ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS-...You.~"

A Christmas..LOVE SONG!?!? Well you had to admit it DID fit the holiday aesthetic very well and Piers's small acting skills of tossing a small smirk or look every so often to different people was getting the swoon on. The reporter lady seemed to certainly blush when Piers gave her a small smile and side glance. He certainly wasn't a casanova charmer like Raihan, or know how to model a good shot like Gordie, but he still had a charm about him that only he and certain singers from your world could pull off being a singer. ....And his blue eyes were pretty to look at too you guessed. And his voice was VERY nice to listen too.

"All of the lights are shinin' so brightly everywhere.~ An' the sound of children's laughter fills the air.~," he continued singing softly as the solo soft piano returned, "And everybody's singing.~ I hear those sleighbells ringin.~ ....Santa wont'cha bring me the one I really need!?~ Won't you please bring my baby to me!?~" And just like that the rock dip with guitar and drums returned. "I don't want a lot for Christmas!!~ This is all m' askin' for!!~" He sang loud and proud in that rock tone you knew so well by now. "I jus' wanna see my baby standin' right outside my door!~ I just want YOU for my own!~ More than you could ever know!~ Make my wish come true!~ All I want for Christmas is..." There was a pause in both the music and Piers before he suddenly lifted his head head to the heavens. "YOU!!!~" The rock style really picked up now. "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU BABY!!~" He sang loudly pointing back towards the audience. No doubt you were sure he made someone swoon out there. "YOU'RE THE ONE I WAAAANNNTT!!~ ALL I WANT IS JUST YOU BAABYY!!~" The music stopped as he sand one last sentence softly. "All I want for Christmas is you, Baby.~"

You could've sworn he glanced over to you and Marnie's way before quickly snapping back towards the audience but you brushed it off. Instead clapping wildly enough to jostle Silver in your lap as he looked annoyed. Marnie absolutely caught his look though and stared hard at him...before looking to you oblivious to it....and then back to Piers like nothing happened. He bowed to the audience and noticed the floats were indeed VERY close now. Everyone on the side lines hustling to remove the sound equipment from the road (OH! So that's what the wheel were for!) back to the side walk and out of the way of the approaching parade. 

"Thank you! You've all been a great audience! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! Please support and consider donating to combat the power crisis!!," Piers shouted and with a wave picked up the mic stand with one hand and promptly sped walked his way off the street and back towards you both leaving the cheering crowd behind him and the reporter to pick up the slack

"*ahem* A-Anyways. Wasn't that just a great opening into what Surely's going to be an exciting Christmas with the parade and later Santa coming tonight? I hope you've all made it onto the nice list because behind me is our first gift of the night in the form of the first float of the parade making it's way down the streets as you can see-"

Piers visibly sighed and let his body untense as he walked over towards you two carrying the mic stand. When close enough he handed the stand off to one of the workers passing by him. Before walking his way up to the both of you sitting there smiling at him. "That was a pretty good show you put on out there." You complimented and he blinked at you. Before you chuckled "The best start to a parade I've seen actually."

He stared at you for a moment before looking away and one of his hands reached up to fiddle with his choker again. A habit he seemed to do a lot. "Yeah?....Thanks. This your first parade too?" He asked changing the subject.

You nodded excitedly. "First everything today for me actually. First fair. First concert. First parade. First time in the city..You get the picture."

He hummed....before slowly sitting next to you as the first float approached which looked like a giant pikachu. "....You warm?"

You again nodded. "Yeah thanks. But what about you?"

"'M fine." he was quick to answer. "If ya want I can take ya home after this. I mean...I'd feel bad if ya got lost on the way back with it being your first time in Wyndon after all."

"I'd like that actually. It's very kind of you."

Marnie leaned forwards looking between the two of you again.....before turning her attention back onto the parade as a giant balloon of an eevee was next being manhanlded down the streets by a large amount of people. You enjoyed the next two or three hours sitting there wrapped in Piers's coat happily watching and marveling at all the colorful floats and balloons bigger than your own house going by or the performers than did back flips, dressed as clowns, danced in costumes, or other tricks down the streets between all the floats and balloons. Each more different and exciting than the last being lit up by the bright lights of the city. Every so often Piers would glance over at you, catch a glimpse of your awestruck face, and then quickly look away when Marnie looked over at him feeling his gaze turn. In turn she'd raise a brow at her older brother...before thankfully going back to watching the parade come to a close. At which point...you were VERY tired. How long had you been staying up? As the last float and cheers from the audience made it's rounds you let out a yawn that caught the rock star's attention. He made the suggestion of you all going back to the flying taxi that in between all the floats and things, he had asked one of the staff members to reserve for all of you. Guess he didn't feel like walking back or taking another mudsdale ride. Too tired to argue, you agreed as it meant getting back to the hotel faster and the warmth it provided. The trip back there was a blue in your tired mind. All you remembered was briefly getting shoved by people when Piers escorted you through the crowd with an arm around your shoulders, getting ino a taxi, and only being jostled awake by the sudden lurch the taxi gave upon take off and the cold air hitting you that made you bristle and pull the coat over you and Silver more. Gosh it was SO cold! It wasn't too long until the three of you got back to the hotel and went inside. You shook more than a leaf in a tornado! How was Piers not phased by this?..Or maybe he was but could hide it really well? As you three went towards the elevator none of you noticed the police officer with the bunched up coat in his arms, but he certainly noticed you three as the elevator doors closed. Rising to the floor you three were staying on, you exited and walked until the Spikemuth siblings stopped in front of what you assumed to be their room and you took the moment to give Piers back his coat with one hand with a smile and put Silver back down.

"Hey. Thanks for letting me borrow this. I just hope you won't catch a cold because of me."

He shook his head taking it from you. "It'd no trouble. An' if I do get sick it's not gonna be cuz of you. It was my choice to let you borrow it."

You smiled a lot brighter than before. "Still what you did for me today....Well I can't remember the last time I ever had so much fun on a holiday before. Minus the poke poacher of course."

"Hehehe." He chuckled and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face. His brow raised. "Well can't say it wasn't entertainin' to watch you give someone a piece of you're mind that wasn't Rai-Rai for a change. 'M sure he'll he happy 'bout that."

"Yeah," you agreed. "And Piers." He hummed and FROZE as you once again hugged him, platonically of course as thanks before releasing him quickly after and smiling. "I mean it. Thank you for everything. You really are a great gym leader. Spikemuth's lucky to have you." With that you turned and waved them good bye feeling this would be a good time to leave them off and you were so tired that you feared you'd just drop in the middle of the hallway out of exhaustion. "Good night. Merry Christmas!"

Piers stood there for the longest moment...before feeling eyes on him. Blue eyes met another pair of electric blue eyes as Marnie stared at him..then at your retreating form, then back at him. ".....So did Raihan introduce 'er to ya or did you meet your 'not girlfriend' somewhere else?"

"MARNIE!!"

You paid no attention to the siblings' banter as you headed to your own room. You were very tired, and very cold. All you wanted to do was curl up into your sleeping bag and fall asleep for the rest of the night. But upon opening the door you realized you weren't alone. Gloria was there! Having had been going through some things from her back pack on the bed..but she smiled when she realized it was you.

"Y/N!," she greeted as you walked in closing the door behind you. "There ye are! I waitin' forever for ya to get back!"

You waved with a yawn towards her. "Hey. How was your day out with Leon?"

She beamed. "IT WAS GREAT!! We flew 'round the city and saw all the cool landmarks, and checked out the fair, an' then lee took us to see the parade!! We had ta leave it early though. Some kind of emergency with the stadium. But Lee promised he'd take us back to the fair tomorrow so we can see what we missed! How 'bout you?"

You smiled. "It was alright. Mostly just did the same things you guys did. I think I'm just gonna hit the floor and call it a night-" 

No sooner had you said that then a loud wrapping at the door sound out making you both jump. Whirling around, both of you ended up staring at the door for a moment. And looked at each other again when another knock came from it. ...After a moment you approached the door and Gloria hopped herself off the bed to see who it was too. Maybe it was one or the guys or Piers? Grabbing the door knob, you opened the door but was shocked into silence upon seeing a POLICE OFFICER on the other side!! And not just any officer, it was the one from the park who took your coat with the pokemon back towards the pokemon center. ...What happened?! Were you in trouble!? Were you going to be arrested for something!?

"Excuse me, Miss," he started out looking at your frozen state. You blinked as he held up your bundled up coat and looked strangely a bit bulky. "You didn't come by the station to get these, but we didn't have any way to contact you so I figured I'd wait for you here since you were with the gym leader and Champion. It's too cold to be running around without a coat on, and I wouldn't want your pals to get caught up in more trouble again."

......You stared at it...before deflating in relief. Oh..He was just returning your coat. Gloria was nice enough to take it from him looking at it curiously before turning around and walking back into the room. You smiled and nodded. "Oh...T-Thanks. That's really nice of you." You closed the door a few inches. "H-Have a nice night, Officer." With a nod the officer turned and started walking back towards the direction of the elevator and you closed the door with a sigh. "Uuuuuh. Man. Can I go one week without getting a heart attack around here?"

Gloria meanwhile was looking at your coat curiously. Wondering why it was so bunched up and lumpy before opening the coat to the room. And her brown eyes instantly widened to the size of plates. "Uuuuuuh...Y/n?" You hummed looking from the door to her. "I think there's been a mix up."

Confused you walked on over to where she was and you dawned the same googily eyed expression as her when you realized what was in the coat. "......Oh no..." Inside the coat all curled up and asleep was five SHINY pokemon. The same pokemon that you had seen from the fair. Gloria blinked when in an instant you whirled on your heel and charged to the door, flinging it open and shoving your head into the hallway to look around. ...But it was too late. The officer was Gone. ".....He's gone!" You said turning back around to see Gloria's expression.

"WHY THE BLOODY HECK DID A COP GIVE YA SHINY POKEMON!?"

"I don't know!," you insisted closing the door back behind you looking panicked back towards the sleeping pile of shiny fluff. Silver looked as confused as you staring at the pokemon with confusion. "The last time I saw them was when that guy took them to the pokemon center HOURS ago!"

Gloria stared at you...then paused. As if a lightbulb suddenly popped into her head. ".....We're they wrapped in your coat when he took 'em?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well....You DID let them know that ...you didn't actually own them right?" You stared. She pointed. "You were really angry when you tackled the guy, an' you already have a shiny...and they were wrapped in your coat. It woulda looked like you were their trainer....Y/n. Ya DID clarify to 'em you didn't own these shinies. Right?"

You stared at her for a long silent moment. She stared back at you for a long silent moment. ......You INHALED bringing your hands clasped up to your face before you pointed at her. "Do you have any extra pokeballs?"

"Yeah. Why tho?"

"We're gonna need them."

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Seeing as Ray/GE Saeran know the meaning of flowers, do you think SE Saeran does too? And what flowers would our beloved sweetheart give to the members of the RFA?

Tough question. SE Saeran is detached from his memories as a child to a serious degree. We really don't know if he would be interested in picking up old habits given what little information we have of him in the Secret Ending proper... so it's a mixed bag when it comes down to fandom content since none of us can tend to agree on his actions or reactions to the people around him, much less the things he might want to pick up and do since he's got all the time in the world to try a lot of things for the first time.

His key interest is the sky. He likes the sky and he likes the clouds. It's nice to be underneath them and feel the warmth kiss his skin. Would he dare pick up gardening again? Would he feel okay doing that with the knowledge that V spurned him to do it? Would he feel the itch of past memories haunting him just like his bloody hands? Those are a lot of hard thoughts to consider when it comes down to it. He wants to be outside and he clearly enjoys that freedom, but can he get his hands dirty?

In some ways, I believe the answer is yes. I think this is probably the best way to maintain control over his fears. He can keep his hands all but busy so he doesn't have to focus on intrusive thoughts. There are plenty of things to plant and grow outside the bunker... maybe he will pick up gardening fruits and vegetables since that would give him a lot more of a distraction than if he just focused on herbs and flowers. He wants to avoid his bad memories, so adding something new to it could help.

As far as the RFA goes, I'm very sorry. I don't think he wants to dare to interact with them. It's not personal. But, I cannot with good mind or reason imagine SE Saeran being around the RFA. Why would this man ever want that? He will always assume they pity him and keep a line of peace for their real friend, Saeyoung Choi. He doesn't need it from them! He doesn't want to deal with the fact that he stalked all of them for two years, either. There's no way to mend that and it's just beyond weird now.

Apart from that, Yoosung and Jumin are a problem. I don't mean they're the problem but I mean they're deeply related to the problem here. Yoosung reminds him of Rika and Jumin reminds him of V. They always will. It's not personal or their fault. Saeran needs to avoid the RFA as much as possible. It's better for his health. He doesn't need to see Jumin grieving the man he killed nor does he want to be around Yoosung who doesn't even know the depth of what Rika did to him.

I'm strongly aware that people love imagining SE Saeran being close to the RFA but it's not something I write because it doesn't make any sense to me. I think everyone tolerates each other and they get along for the sake of things, but there's no close friendship the way that our boy Saeyoung dreams of. It's just reality.

Can't give flowers to people when you're conflicted about being close to them.

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[keefsteef]

May the universe forgive me, here is an outfit offering from my favourite boys.

No, the universe is suing you and your gang of intricately dressed hotties for pain and suffering, get your wallet ready 🥴.

But anyway ~

MR. SIMMONS is... is... as mad as it makes me to say it, not really doing anything wrong when we look at it from a coordination sense. Every element of his outfit ties into everyone else's outfit some type of way, so I can't get picky there.

But what I can pick at TOOTH AND NAIL is the fact he didn't take the opportunity to wear red boots??? Like. You went out of your way to wear a red shirt when literally no one else has a big mass of red going on, it wouldn't have gagged us if you gave us a red-boot moment, Gene 😒

Well it would've gagged us, but positively!

Also personally I think his cheetah wrist wrap should've also been zebra, or red. I feel like Eric is having the cheetah situation with Paul, and Gene just invited himself to the party.

MR. CARR isn't necessarily making me angry either. It's not because it's Eric and it's sinful to be visually angry with him, but it's literally because he's bodying the zebra print! It looks great on him in my opinion.

I see he's mostly synching with Paul with the cheetah... scraps or whatever that is, and the white gloves and shoes. The yellow wrist tie seems to be twinning with Bruce's ankle tie, so I'll leave that one alone. But I'll get rid of the red one.

Only thing I would fix is the belttttt I never usually like the belts that get put onto him, they always give me backpack-snap vibes lmaooo, or whatever those keychain lanyard snaps are.

I have an allegiance to square buckles, so I would've given him a cheetah printed square buckled belt to make up for that dangling cheetah scrap that I'm deciding I'd get rid of, otherwise...

I LIKE IT!

MR. STANLEY gratefully has an arm over his chest hair so it can't manipulate or seduce me in my time of notsupposedtobemanipulatedorseduced, and I'm glad because I really need all my strength right now.

I HATE THOSE PANTS WITH EVERY OUNCE OF FIBER IN ME BUT I HATE IT MORE THAT THEY DON'T NOT FIT THE AESTHETIC! like I want to change them but I can't, because they're harmonizing!

And I'm in love with the belttttt wow, it's very stylish and goes with his gloves. Now the shirt is not impressing me, I do feel like it would've been hot of it was red. I see red ties on his shoes, it would've contrasted well.

ALSO SINCE his hair seems to have a little red in it!

But yes me and those pants want to divorce but we can't, we'll stay in our conflicted marriage, they can stay.

MR. KULICK is somehow managing to give me nothing while giving me everything? Like in comparison to everyone else's outfit, it's not at all standing out, his stylist got lazy. But it WORKED.

I feel like his outfit is the center-er, it's not too crazy (That would be Eric and Paul), and it's not too mixed (Gene), it's in its own realm. I would look at him when I just needed a little monochrome break, I love a good monochrome moment don't get me WRONGGGGGG!

But then upon closer inspection the wrist wraps sort of contradict me a little, but I still stand on the fact it's a more reserved outfit and I don't mind that.

The only thing I would really change is that yellow shirt, he could've went shirtless, or with a deep deep V white shirt 😏 and then get rid of that red belt, Paul and Gene would already be doing enough red from what I've tweaked.

But it's actually not bad.

ALRIGHT THIS HAS BEEN our second kiss fashion show thanks thanks thanks, come back any time with their shenanigans ✨

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[leatherbookmark]

fuck or die/sex pollen, Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU, Magical Creachure AU

wow, anon! those are Just the tropes i wanted to talk about! it's almost as if you were me, sending this ask to myself for this exact purpose! amazing. anyway

fuck or die/sex pollen: are technically different things but i will put them together and give them an A because they're the one trope that i actually Have In The Past combed ao3 for. lol. i don't know! i don't know. usually characters losing the control over their autonomy, bodies and so on kinda bug me, and while in a certain state i can accept a/b/o, when i try to think about the Social Circumstances of everyone being aware you're in horny town/about to enter horny town/submissive and breedable/etc for more than five seconds i go insane, but. there's SOMETHING about fuck or die and sex pollen that just *clenches fist* gets me.

i haven't read many fics where the characters forced to fuck are total not even a little sexually attracted to each other*; mostly it's been ships i was interested in, and while obviously for the characters involved it's probably hell, there's often this moment of... idk, assurance that neither part is using the other? the mind-blowing sex we're about to have is 100% medicinal/situational, i am doing this 100% respectfully...!

*hold up. i have. IT WAS NIECEST. i think some guys have captured them and forced them to fuck or else, and it was hoooorrible for them both because they were NOT miserably in forbidden love with each other in this scenario. 🥰🥰🥰

except. EXCEPT. there's also the Angst Potential (which i hope to squeeze as much as in can when i get to it 😬). the "i want him to rail me into next tuesday, but of course he would never...! and yet here he is, forced to rail me into next tuesday to save my life! how horrible! i am staining his pristine body with my filthy, cursed, and horny body...! ah! what horror. what utter bliss". as well as the top version of it, aka the "ah! he would never! but here i am, having to--" etc. but ALSO the, uh, spoiler alert, "i would love to be somewhere else. instead i am railing this person, who is very dear to me in a way i can't yet explain due to reasons etc, into next tuesday. they seem into it. no, it's the curse. but they seem really into it. no, i'm victim-blaming. they would never. not that it's bad. but--"

like. Wa Hoo! nice 👍

Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU: fucks like a rabid rhino even in cases where i have no idea what any of those terms mean. i want to get IMMERSED! give me those DETAILS you funky little author! YEAS. A

Magical Creachure AU: AH YOU SEE. depends on everything including the creachure.

like, say, one of them is a mermaid (gender neutral). i just got reminded of a rinharu mermaid fic that i was crazy about back in the times. anyway! there's... the list of things that happen in a mermaid au is pretty predictable, i think? dude finds a mermaid, they either meet on the beach or the mermaid is injured and needs help --> into the bathtub you go; the mermaid learns about human stuff and the human learns about mermaid stuff, insert conflict either down there or up there, sex? and then A SOLUTION, which often is "the mermaid stays on land due to Love". it can be done well! and it can be done not well. it really depends!

paradoxically, i don't really like it when the creature character is too much like an animal and too little like a human. does this make sense? for example, when they eat their human's pet, don't know much about Emotions, talk about Nesting and Mating rather than, idk, finding someone to fuck... that's. that's kind of like an animal that can talk, i feel? not exactly my cup of tea, so to speak. i'd much prefer if there was some other Culture under the sea, with existing traditions and such, but a culture nonetheless. something like "i caught you this big huge fish in broad daylight because i want you to be my mate forever!" vs "oh yeah, well, when we like someone we bring them stuff, mostly good food but cool stuff from the surface is a hit too. you do that too...? ah, figures. shit listen can i bring you a hugeass fish because i don't really have cash money"

When There Are Vampires/Werewolves: i have this sad disease called "i don't really care about vampires/werewolves and i don't think blood sucking is sexy" :(

When One Of Them Can Turn Into Some Animal: yknow what. yeah. yeah that's good stuff (i bet you're all surprised). this is good. there's Human Them, and then there's Animal Them, and they both need different things, and their beloved wants to give it to them. what's cooler than a little guy chilling in the coils of a huge fuckass dragon, who is his loving boyfriend? probably that dragon boyfriend killing some annoying people for him! what's cooler than a guy cuddling a bighuge wolf who's (you guessed it!) their boyfriend who has a bad brain day and just needs to be dog for a bit. what's cooler than lan xichen holding a little bird a-yao in his hands, gently, so gently that not a feather on a-yao's person is ruffled, ready to hide him from the world, ready to kill for this tiny ball of feathers, each smaller than his little fin--hi? no i did not drop any names, you're just imagining things. anyway. S

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