#fic: mon soleil

[forjongseong]

mon soleil // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (part 10 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; cockwarming; unprotected sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; mentions of marriage // wc: ~10.7k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight

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summary: you're enjoying life with your boyfriend/secretary, and you're beginning to grow closer to his parents. perfect timing, though, since he seems to have something up his sleeve.

author’s notes: welcome to part 10! and sorry for the delay.

I never measure how fast I finish writing a part, but I know for sure that this one took me longer than any other part I have written. Maybe because I was trying to see from Jay's perspective, and I kept changing how I plan to make him... Wait... I don't want to spoil it for you. You'll see in the end!

the song for this episode is one of my faves, Mon Soleil from the series Emily in Paris. pretty sure it translates to "my sun".

taglist: @jaylaxies @jayked @thots4hee @end-hyphen @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie

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Weekends were your favorite time of the week, mostly because you get to detach from work and have some time to yourself. For your assistant slash boyfriend, however, weekends do not seem to be any different from weekdays. Jay would take any spare time he had left into doing work, either to catch up on the previous week or to prepare in advance for the next. When this happens, you would find Jay perched on your desk that faces the window, and most of the time it would be hard to get his attention once he was already focused.

You spent the day cleaning up and organizing your bedroom, and once you were done you took a quick cold shower and put on the daintiest night gown you have ever seen in your life. It was purple with a greyish hue, with ruffles attached to the straps, and an a-line cut that would flatter anyone’s body, complete with the mesh details on both sides of the skirt in place of a cheeky slit. You remembered buying it randomly when you were online shopping, and you did wash it, but you never really got to wear it since you did not really have an occasion for it.

But now you do.

Your slippers muffled the noise of your footsteps as you made your way to your desk. Jay was focused on the screen, scrolling the mouse with one hand and typing with another. He stopped to push back the pair of rimless glasses that were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and with a deep breath he started typing again.

“Is that last week’s work or next week’s?” You asked, standing behind the chair and placing your arms on the headrest.

“Next week, Boss,” he answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Take a break,” you said, starting to run your fingers through his hair, brushing it back.

Jay chuckled softly. “I just started, not even an hour ago.”

“How long will it take?” You asked again, this time leaning in and resting your chin on the top of his head. You brought your hand down to his shoulders and he gave it a squeeze of reassurance.

Jay hummed as he glanced blankly out the window. “At least another hour, I think. Why?”

“I’m bored,” you stated. You waited for Jay to stop typing before swiveling his chair and making him face you. You didn’t know if his flustered face was because of the sudden movement or because you were wearing a night gown that he had never seen before.

“Oh, wow,” Jay muttered, fixing his glasses in place again. “Is that new?”

“Never worn before,” you said with a pout. “I want attention.”

Jay smiled at you fondly. “I really have to get this out of the way, baby. Give me fifty minutes?”

You continued to pout and stare blankly at the screen before coming up with an idea. “Can I just sit with you?”

“You mean on my lap?” Jay asked to confirm. When you nodded, he nodded too and swiveled his chair back to face the computer. “Hop on.”

With a small smile, you secured your place on Jay’s lap with your back facing the computer. You chose that position so you could rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You were both lucky that the chair was big enough and comfortable enough to host you both.

After gently rubbing your back a couple of times, Jay got comfortable and started typing again. You closed your eyes and let your nose touch his neck. You could smell the faint scent of cologne that he put on this morning, already mixed with his natural odor that you liked too. You shifted a bit, and it made Jay freeze for a second before he continued to work.

When he was rereading what he had typed, he made sure his hands continued to be occupied by either caressing your arm or brushing your hair. You snuggled even closer, snaking your arm around his waist and eliciting a soft laugh from his lips. He felt warm under you, and you tried to be as silent as possible even though your mind was racing.

“Why the glasses?” You asked with a squeak, your voice leaving you from being silent for too long.

Jay kissed your forehead before giving you an answer. “It filters the bluelight, darling.”

“No, I mean,” you muttered, bringing your head up to look at him. You caressed his cheek before observing him closely. “Why rimless?”

“Does it look bad on me?”

“It looks great on you, that’s the problem. It makes you look older.”

Jay’s eyes squinted at you before he chuckled again. “Thank you?”

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder again, but this time you changed sides. Jay continued to stroke your back in between typing, and he could feel your breath becoming heavier with each touch.

“You okay there?” He whispered.

The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for some reason you couldn’t respond with words. You nodded and placed a chaste kiss on his neck, and you noticed how his breath hitched. Licking your lips, you continued to kiss him where his skin was closest to your lips—his neck, his collarbone, up to his jawline too. The moment you feel him shift under you, you knew you were about to get what you came for.

“Baby,” Jay sighed. “You’re making me hard.”

“Hmm.” You continued to kiss his neck, making sloppy noises on purpose. “That is my intention.”

Jay let out a shaky laugh. “I still would like to get this done, my love.”

“You’re good at multitasking, aren’t you?” You challenged him, pushing yourself away from his shoulder. You rested both your hands on his shoulders before moving one to brush his hair out of his face. He closed his eyes when you touched him, and you leaned in carefully to kiss his lips.

“Sit on my cock?” He asked, his lips grazing yours.

“I’m glad you asked,” you replied, smiling when you saw him smirk at you.

Jay squeezed your waist to make you lift your hips for a bit while he tugged his joggers and boxers down. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of his cock fully erect, and as he slid his hands under your gown, you couldn’t help but smile.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? No panties,” Jay whispered again, and you just chuckled softly as a response.

“I’ve wanted to try this,” you spoke, your sentence halted in the middle as you feel him entering you, “…for a while.”

“You sure you can sit still while I finish work?” Jay asked as he caressed your arm lovingly. You were still wondering how he could still act so angelic while he was fully inside you.

You nodded. “Are you?” You asked back, grinding your hips once as a test.

Jay groaned and threw his head back while you giggled. He cleared his throat and gripped your hips before speaking right into your ear.

“Be a good girl and stay still. I’ll reward you later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jay rolled his eyes back at the way you addressed him, and you smiled triumphantly as you nestled your head back on his shoulder. It was fairly easy for you, since by default you did have great self-control. Whenever Jay shifted in his seat, causing his cock to graze your insides, you would whimper once before composing yourself again.

On the other hand, Jay was trying his best to stay focused. The scent of your shampoo and the way your hot breath kept tickling his neck almost made him want to give up working right then and there. He tried brushing it off by clearing his throat, but it was not helping since you could literally feel his dick twitch inside of you.

You were resting on him comfortably, like a koala hugging a tree, and to cure yourself of boredom you would occasionally reach out to his face, caressing his cheek or brushing his hair back. He responded by hugging you with one arm, squeezing your waist before he redirects his focus back to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Jay sighed as he made a couple of clicks with the mouse and finally closing all the windows.

“Are you done?” You asked innocently, lifting your head up to look at the screen.

Jay took off his glasses in a flash before grabbing your chin and smashing his lips into yours, causing you to yelp into his mouth. The movement was simultaneous with the way he thrusted his hip up, and all you could do was release a loud moan. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly on his lap while you both continued to eat each other’s face off.

You started grinding into him and he groaned, his hands finding the straps of your gown and pulling them down to reveal your breasts. He squeezed them both before diving into you, latching his mouth to your nipple like it was the most natural thing to do. Your moans filled the room, and your fingers were now lost and tangled in his hair.

“Bed,” he whispered on your skin. “Now.”

You stood up and reluctantly let him slide out of you. His cock was tainted with your juices and mixed with his precum. As you swiftly made your way to the bedroom, Jay pulled your wrist from behind you and turned you around before lifting you up against the wall. He slid into you with ease, and you moaned in pleasure as he started fucking you.

With your legs wrapped securely around his waist, and your night gown already halfway falling down your torso, you grasped onto his shoulders for life as he continued his sharp thrusts into you. He was moaning as much as you were, and you were desperate to feel more of his touch. Lucky for you, he seemed to sense it and quickly carried you all the way to your shared bed. He slipped out of you only to take his shirt and pants off, and he did not even give you a chance to undress completely before he entered you again.

Jay made love to you slow and sweet, peppering kisses all over your face and swallowing your moans when they got too loud. You felt the heat of his skin against your breasts, and your hands traveled down to his ass to push him even deeper inside of you. His lips never left yours, not even when you mumbled that you were close. Your walls clenched around him as you chanted his name, and after he helped you ride out your high, he pulled out and cummed on the skirt of your night gown.

You were both panting when you were done, and after a few seconds Jay collapsed beside you. You craned your neck to see how much he tainted your gown, and when you turned your head to look at him, all he gave you was a cheeky grin.

“Do you have any more of these that I can ruin?” Jay asked, his fingers lifting the hem of your night gown.

He wasn’t aware that you would literally buy a thousand more night gowns just to get him to fuck you like that again.

---

For the last couple of days, Jay had insisted to leave for work hours before you, claiming that you needed the extra time to sleep and get ready while he makes sure all is well at the office. You thought it was sweet of him, although completely necessary since you did think you were handling your job well without the luxury of being given extra time.

Settling on the thought that Jay was just a sweetheart for doing so, you walked out of your bedroom fully dressed and ready to go. When you walked to the kitchen to grab your bottle of water, you realized there was a message on the touchscreen of your refrigerator’s door.

Don’t forget your water bottle, and the bowl of acai that I made for you in the fridge. Finish it.

-J

“So bossy,” you commented to yourself as you opened the fridge, finding exactly what the note says.

As you spent the next seven minutes downing your breakfast, you remembered the countless times Jay had spoiled you with his acts of service, from preparing breakfast for you to mopping the floors of your house. After a silent minute, you cleaned up after yourself, grabbed your phone and your bag and walked out the front door.

You got into your car as soon as it pulled up, and as you greeted Mr. Lee, he handed you an iPad that Jay left for you. You checked your schedule and the notes for an upcoming meeting, and while doing so you couldn’t help but notice Mr. Lee eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Lee?” You asked, putting your iPad aside.

“Oh, Miss,” Mr. Lee replied, “I just wanted to ask if it’s possible for me to have a week off. I wonder if the young Mr. Lee could take over for a while.”

“Of course. But what’s going on? Is everything okay?” You leaned into the front seat and even poked your head to Mr. Lee’s side, earning a small chuckle from him.

“My daughter is giving birth,” Mr. Lee answered. He sounded so happy, and you could see the crinkles in the corner of his eyes. “I’m about to become a grandfather.”

Your response was a mixture of squealing, screeching, and a little bit of arm-hitting, while Mr. Lee was just trying his best to drive safely.

“Congratulations!” You said after finally able to form words. “Take two weeks off if you’d like. I’m sure Heeseung can manage. Even if he couldn’t, I can just have Jay drive. I’m so happy for you, Mr. Lee!”

At a red light, Mr. Lee turned to look at you and you reached out to squeeze his hand. Mr. Lee had been a loyal driver, and after having taken care of you for so long, it was only normal that his happiness would be yours too.

---

You were so focused on reading the document in your hand that when you swiveled your chair to face your desk, you almost slid off it out of surprise. Jay was standing in front of you, beaming for whatever reason, with his iPad open in his hand.

“Since when do you have cat feet?” You commented as you placed a hand over your chest, still recovering from the shock.

“I knocked. Didn’t you hear?” Jay pointed his thumb to the door as you shook your head. “Anyway, results are in.”

“The top 10 candidates for the scholarship? Give it to me.”

You almost threw your pen on your desk before eagerly reaching out your hand to Jay. Jay slid the iPad into your hand and pulled the chair beside him to sit across you. You were mumbling the names of your employees as you scrolled down the list, and Jay was observing you closely. When you got to the bottom, your fingers froze, and Jay’s smile grew wider.

“Heeseung,” you muttered, almost in disbelief. “He’s shortlisted.”

“Don’t worry, I doublechecked already. That list is legit. Heeseung is actually qualified. Must be interesting though, since they all have to go through the interview process. You will be overseeing that, right?”

Jay’s endless comment did not seem to bother you as you were busy collecting your thoughts. For some reason, your thoughts snowballed into the far future—what if Heeseung goes abroad? Who is going to be your second driver? What if Mr. Lee decides to retire? Will you even have a driver?

“Boss?”

You blinked twice before focusing on Jay. He was now looking at you worried.

“Don’t zone out like that, you’re scaring me,” Jay sighed. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“We shouldn’t tell him, right? Like, let’s not get his hopes up,” Jay said after clearing his throat. “I’ll start looking for a new driver just in case.”

It was like he read your mind.

“Right. Thank you,” you replied, giving back his iPad.

Jay cocked his head as he observed you getting back to work and picking up the document you were reviewing. He noticed that you were frowning a little too much, and that for some reason you seemed tense. You reached for your pen that rolled off too far from you, so Jay leaned in and pushed it back into your hand.

“Boss,” he started, “I can handle the meeting at 4. You should get off early.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, not taking your eyes off your document.

“Because it’s time to redo your nails,” Jay answered, tilting his chin towards your fingers. “You never miss a schedule for a new manicure.”

All the attention to detail made you sigh, and now Jay was the one feeling tense. You pushed your chair away from your desk after freeing your hands, and then walked towards your secretary. Out of reflex, he straightened his position and turned to face you, only to have you rest your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me? What are you up to?” You asked, eyes boring into his.

Naturally, he felt nervous and gulped before licking his lips. “Nothing.”

“I hope you’re not lying,” you said softly as you caressed his face. “You know I hate lies.”

Jay’s response after your statement was enough to make you stop nagging, or whatever it was you were doing. The way he gently captured your lips in his for a kiss, and nibbling it afterwards, made you sigh into his mouth.

“There is nothing for you to worry about,” Jay muttered. He then kissed your cheek. “Boss.”

---

It took you less than an hour to reach your nail salon, and to not have Heeseung wait around for you too long, you sent him back to the office. You had to hold yourself back from spoiling him about the results, so every time he initiated a conversation, you just let him take the lead with the topic.

The lady at the reception greeted you by your name, as you had been going there for years at this point. You did not have to wait for your turn, and they immediately escorted you to your usual spot. After browsing countless colors, you opted for a soft pink for your nails and a chic nude for your toes. The therapist who was handling you very carefully initiated small talk, which you happily reciprocated, and you ended up talking about a lot of trivial things.

When you made your way back to the counter to pay for the services, the receptionist smiled at you as she refused the card you were holding.

“Your treatment today is already paid for, Miss. As well as the next three treatments, whenever you would like to have them.”

You frowned, trying to remember if you asked Hwiyoung to do this or if you did it yourself. Sensing your confusion, the lady continued to explain.

“I believe it was prepaid by a Mr. Park Jay?” She said, looking at the screen of the iPad in front of her.

You sighed and smiled to yourself before thanking the staff and exiting the salon. As you walked, you took out your phone and snapped a selfie of yourself, showing off your nails.

“Thank you for the treat,” you texted Jay.

It did not take a minute for him to reply to you.

“Can’t wait to see them wrapped around my dick tonight. See you at home.”

“My God,” you muttered to yourself as you brought a hand over your lips to cover your smile. Your boyfriend really had no filter when it was just the two of you.

---

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and you woke up with Jay kissing you all over your face, claiming that he wanted to go hit the gym early and do a couple of errands after. You sulked and held his face against your breasts for a couple of seconds before he chuckled and patted your waist, making you let go of him.

Half an hour later, you decided that it was the day to be experimental. You had your mother send you a recipe of her classic mud cake that she used to make for you and your brother all the time when you were little. Since tomorrow was the monthly meetup schedule with Jay’s parents, you thought it would be nice to show up at their house with something homemade.

You had your iPad propped up on the kitchen counter, away from the stove and the sink because you knew that you could not be trusted with the way your hands move. You had the ingredients stocked since two days ago when Heeseung accompanied you grocery shopping again—a routine that had formed ever since that time you spent away from Jay, and whenever he wasn’t available for you to shop with. In the middle of prepping the mixture, you didn’t trust the measurements that you prepared, so you paused and called your mother.

You managed to keep the conversation focused to cooking, and not derailing to any other topic, but once you hung up you immediately forgot what she said, so you ended up texting back and forth with her. Eventually, you managed to put the cake in the oven to bake, and just as you were wiping your hands on your apron, you heard the door unlock.

“Baby?” Jay called from the doorway. You could hear him placing the keys on the counter and taking off his shoes.

Deciding not to answer, you merely waited until he showed up in the kitchen. He froze and stared at you, and since you couldn’t decode what was in his head, you quickly unlocked your phone to check your reflection. Strands of hair were loose and falling from your messy bun, your black tank top had splotches of white from the flour and sugar, and the apron tied around your waist barely covered the short shorts you were wearing.

“Um,” Jay cleared his throat, “is this my birthday?”

You scoffed and turned around to face the oven again, making sure you had set the temperature right. “I’m experimenting.”

“Define ‘experimenting’,” Jay said, walking over to the sink and getting ready to clean up after you.

You moved to block his way. “I’m baking a cake for our visit tomorrow. Don’t clean up!”

Jay put both his hands up out of reflex, startled that you raised your voice. You sulked and pushed him out of the way, knowing very well he had done enough for you.

“If you’re bringing a cake for my parents then that’s even a better reason for me to help clean up.” Jay stepped towards you and rubbed your shoulders. He then brushed his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the bit of chocolate that somehow ended up there.

“You don’t need to clean up after me. I can do it. It takes an hour and a half to bake the cake and you can go shower or whatever,” you whined, pushing him away again.

“I wanna do whatever, and that means cleaning up,” Jay replied. He bent down to kiss your cheek roughly and then pushed you away.

You realized it was pointless to fight Jay when it comes to cleaning, so you got out of his way and started lightly tidying up around the rest of the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jay was quick to wash all the tools you had used for the cake, and even got to washing the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. When he was done, he turned to look at you and found you texting on your phone, your hair was now let down and the scrunchie you used to tie it was on your wrist.

There was something about you wearing an apron that made Jay stare, and you could feel his eyes boring into you after a couple of seconds.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly, setting your phone down on the counter.

Jay eyed the timer you had set by the oven. You had thirty minutes left until the cake is ready.

“You say that like I’m not allowed to stare at you,” Jay commented, leaning back on the kitchen sink and gripping the edges with his hands. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes squinted in suspicion and Jay just laughed. “What do you want?” You asked, genuinely cautious.

Jay shook his head as he pushed himself forward, walking towards you. “My answer to that is always you. I want you.”

He tilted your chin up to kiss your lips and you immediately sighed. You loved the way he was always so forward with you, and you were grateful that he knew exactly the time and place to be intimate. You felt his arm wrapped around your waist, so you threw your arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued to make out.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost out of breath. “Not now.”

“Why not?” Jay protested, his lips grazing yours.

You tilted your head to the side, and he instead latched his lips on to your neck. You stifled back a moan. “The cake is almost done and sex with you takes at least an hour.”

Jay chuckled lowly right by your ear, and you hated how it still made you shiver. You could already feel your panties getting damp, and you did not want to give him the satisfaction.

“You have the timer on, it’s not like you’re gonna burn it,” Jay argued, innocently leaving more kisses down your shoulder.

“But I don’t want to rush when it comes to you.”

Your sentence made Jay stop in his tracks. He sighed before leaving the gentlest kiss on your collarbone. He then cupped your face with his hands.

“Just let me show you how much I appreciate you. Okay?”

You frowned but nodded anyway, and before you could form a reply, Jay’s lips were already attached to yours again. His hands moved to your waist, and with one swift move, he picked you up and made you sit on the empty counter. He continued to kiss you, distracting you with his tongue while his hands untied the apron around your waist. When you felt him tug your shorts, you whined a little, but when he pulled back to look at you with a face that looked like he was begging, you eventually indulged.

He pulled you off the counter, making you stand up straight as he carefully took your shorts and panties off. Instead of sitting back on the counter, he turned you around and made you face it. He then pulled you against his chest before his hand traveled downwards, coating his fingers with your arousal.

“You say you don’t wanna rush but look how quick it takes for you to get wet because of me,” Jay whispered into your ear. You moaned and threw your head back, making him gain access to leave marks on your neck.

“Don’t… tease,” you whined in between breaths. Jay smirked before kissing your cheek again and taking his hands away from your core.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence before Jay gently but very firmly pushed you against the counter. You winced in an instant, feeling the cold against your lower ab. Jay kneeled behind you, your ass right in front of his face, and made you lift your left leg up against the counter. This created the perfect angle for him to stuff his face in your cunt, so that was exactly what he did next.

As soon as you felt his nose nudge against your ass, and his warm tongue pressed flat against your slit, you let out a lewd mewl. Jay wasted no time in making you reach your high, and you could tell from the way he was dragging his tongue up and down your folds as his fingers became busy with flicking your clit. You desperately reached your hands out for something to grip, but with every thrust of his tongue into you, you couldn’t help but moan loudly. For a second, you couldn’t even say his name, your mind clouded by the amount of pleasure he was making you feel.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost inaudible. “Oh my God.”

Jay ignored your pathetic wails and continued to devour you, humming whenever he felt your arousal drip onto his chin, groaning whenever he heard you moan too loud. Whatever he was doing, it was too much and too good, and you easily lost track of time. Your moans became quicker and higher in pitch, and Jay let you stain his face as you squirted all over him. He detached his lips only to rub his fingers along your folds, and when he noticed your legs shaking, he carefully helped you stand up straight.

You turned around as you tried to catch your breath, and Jay was still on his knees, rubbing your thighs and licking you dry. You looked at the mess you just caused on the floor and Jay followed your eyes, grinning at the result of his ministrations. He placed his hand beside you on the counter as he stood up, and as soon as his face was in front of yours you kissed him passionately. He reciprocated your kiss, lovingly rubbing his hands down your hips, and moments later the timer you had set went off.

“Perfect timing,” Jay said with a smile after pulling away from your kiss. You rolled your eyes and he merely chuckled, reaching for your shorts for you to put back on.

Once you did, Jay smacked your ass as you walked over to the oven, peeking to see the cake. “Ugh, I hope it’s good.”

“Even if it isn’t, we just created a core memory,” Jay replied. “I’m actually excited to see you in the kitchen more often.”

“Why, so you can distract me and fuck me senseless again?” You asked, challenging him with your tone.

Jay shrugged as he leaned back on the counter again, a smug smile on his face. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”

---

You waved goodbye for the nth time to Jay’s mom and dad as they both watched you enter your Palisade. Jay was already keeping the engine running, and he had to wait for a couple of minutes since his mother was so happy about the cake you bought and wouldn’t stop thanking you and praising you about it. Once you buckled your seat, Jay lightly pressed the horn and waved his hand out the window, carefully steering the car out of the driveway.

It started to rain when you were still on the highway, and the darkness combined with the soft pitter-patter of the rain made you feel sleepy. You yawned once and quickly reached for your phone to change the playlist into something more upbeat.

“You can sleep if you want,” Jay said, noticing your movement through his peripheral vision.

“No, I don’t want you driving in silence,” you replied. You finally found your dance playlist filled with Latin pop songs, and you sat back and relaxed.

After two songs, you realized the music wasn’t helping you stay awake, but you turned your head and saw Jay tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing his head to the music.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you for a split second.

You shook your head. “I’m still sleepy.”

The highway was not completely empty but was not packed either, so Jay settled on a speed that felt like cruising. Since the road was straight, he set his free hand on your thigh and gave you a couple of comforting strokes. The way his grip was firm against your skin surely made you feel awake, and he noticed it by the way you were sighing in content.

Jay trailed his fingers up your thigh, and you regretted not wearing a dress or a skirt. Thankfully, though, the fabric of your culottes was thin enough for you to feel the pressure of his touch. Jay calmly stroked his finger along your core, pressing harder just in case you couldn’t feel him, and you squirmed a little in your seat.

Before you were about to protest, the rain started pouring harder. Jay became distracted, and as he tried to focus on the road, he pulled back his hand to put on the steering wheel again. Now fully awake, you sighed and checked your phone, and you noticed that you weren’t even halfway home. You saw Jay slowing down the car and turning on the fog lights, as well as putting the windshield wiper on a faster setting. The cars around you were also slowing down, with some even putting on their hazard lights for caution.

“Baby, there’s a rest area coming up. Let’s just stop and grab coffee and wait for the rain to calm down,” you said, turning your phone towards Jay. He nodded and began searching for the entrance to the rest area.

You were focused on your phone, searching what stores the rest area had, and when you felt the car stopping, you looked around and found out that Jay picked a secluded place to park. The rain was now pouring even harder to the point that the raindrops completely covered your windows, making it hard for anyone to see outside, or for anyone outside to see what’s inside.

“Let me grab the umbrella,” you muttered, undoing your seatbelt. You pushed yourself up with one knee and squeezed yourself into the gap between the driver’s seat and yours, unintentionally sticking your ass up to the air. “Oh, shit. I forgot to put the umbrella back here. It’s still in my Benz.”

Jay chuckled at your comment before lightly smacking your ass.

“Hey!” You protested as you wiggled your way back to your seat.

“Take the hint, baby,” Jay sighed, undoing his own seatbelt. He brushed his hair back and you hated how good it made him look. “Allow me to finish what I started.”

“What do you—mean…”

Your question was put to a halt as soon as you felt Jay palming your core again. You looked at him in question and he nodded at you reassuringly.

“It’s raining hard. Nobody is here. Don’t worry.”

At the sound of his voice, you calmed down. You let Jay adjust your seat, pulling it backwards and making you lie down so he would have ample room to be in front of you. He tugged the edge of your pants once, and it didn’t take him a second time for you to pull them down to your legs and even taking them off completely.

“Oh, baby,” Jay sighed as he saw the sight of your cunt dripping. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

He ran two fingers along your slit, and you shuddered, grasping his wrist. He then brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them before sucking them dry. Your eyes rolled back at his actions, and he found you adorable.

It wasn’t often that you and Jay would fuck with clothes on. When you were in a hurry, or when you needed a quick fix at the office, it would happen. But nowadays, you prefer to keep your intimacy reserved for at home. Now, seeing Jay with his navy collared short sleeve, his hair styled neatly, and his watch around his wrist, made you feel somehow even more aroused than when you saw him completely naked.

Jay took his pants off and carefully made his way to your side, with one hand pumping his length. He leaned in to kiss your cheek before moving down to your neck, licking and sucking on your supple skin because he knows it’s the best way to get you wetter. Your breathing became heavy, and as he continued to devour you, he began massaging your breasts, desperately pulling your top down so he can kiss your tits too.

You felt the cold of his rings and the metal of his watch against the heat of your skin. You were already a whimpering mess, and when he aligned himself with you, you felt the tip of his cock brush your folds.

“Jay,” you whispered, resting your hands around his neck. “Please just do it fast.”

Jay kissed your cheek tenderly at the same time he pushed inside you. Your moan stuttered as you felt him slowly fill you up. He thrusted into you once, and you closed your eyes. You caressed his face and ran your hands through his hair, encouraging him to move faster. For a while, the sound of the raindrops was replaced with the sound of skin slapping, and it echoed in the car. The way Jay was thrusting deeper made you spread your legs wider, and you were grateful that your first car sex with Jay was done in a bigger car, not your Benz.

Determined to get you off fast, Jay kept going faster, and you had to stabilize yourself by holding on to his shoulders. You heard him groan into your ear, signaling that he was also close, so you hooked your legs around his waist and pressed his body closer to you. He came first, shooting his cum inside you, and the warmth drove you to your own high just seconds after.

At this point Jay was panting on your neck, and you gently caressed the back of his head, while your other hand was still holding on to his shoulder. He tilted his head to kiss your jawline and you smiled.

“I don’t want a single drop staining the car,” you whispered. “Don’t make a mess.”

Jay licked his lips before pushing himself up with his palms. He then reached down to grab his dick and began to very carefully, and in an agonizingly slow manner, pull out of you. Your breath began to even out, but then you felt his cum slowly dripping out of you. You gasped when you felt Jay collect his cum with the tip of his dick and pushing it back into you.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know,” you responded.

You grabbed a couple of tissues to clean the rest of it, and in a matter of minutes, you were already fully dressed, and Jay was already buckling his pants on as he sat back on the driver’s seat.

“The rain stopped,” he said, peeking out through the window. “Wanna go get that coffee?”

“Yeah, why not?” You looked for your purse. “I feel relaxed after I have sex with you, so I do need caffeine to wake me up.”

Jay laughed, palming his face and brushing his hair back. “So, my attempt to wake you up sort of backfired?”

You checked your phone before chucking it into your purse. “Hey, at least the driver’s wide awake, right?”

---

You had your lunch at your office while you sent Jay off to the canteen, claiming that he needed to socialize more and get a decent lunch since you never really had your custom lunch order exceed a portion of one. You finished eating in less than fifteen minutes, just in time for you to greet your brother. He knew his way in the office, so even without waiting for Hwiyoung to come back from his break, your brother managed to find you seated comfortably on your chair.

“Knock-knock,” your brother said as he knocked on the door and pushed it open at the same time.

“Who’s there?” You responded, placing your chin on your palm and eyeing your brother from your desk.

“Oh, that wasn’t a joke,” he said. Smiling, he trotted over to your desk. “Sister,” he sighed, reaching out both his eyes to hug you.

“Ugh, stop it, Seungho,” you said as you rolled your eyes. You welcomed his embrace. “You don’t want me calling you oppa, do you?”

“God, no,” Seungho shook his head in horror while hugging you tight. When he pulled back, you began observing his looks closely.

“You got a tan,” you commented.

“You cut your hair,” he retorted.

“Is that a scar near your eyebrow?”

“Is that a hickey?”

You fumbled for your phone and checked your reflection, craning your neck to see the spot Seungho pointed at. Nothing was there.

“Made you look,” he chuckled.

You led your brother to the sofa while offering him a choice of drink from your minibar. He settled with sparkling water, and you commented how it was so on brand of him. You then proceeded to join him, sitting on the lounge chair to his side and leaning closely, listening to all his updates on his life and stories about his husband.

“I mean seriously,” Seungho continued, “Byunghee never cleans up after he shaves. And what does he even shave? The damn beard is still there when he’s done.”

You chuckled softly, mostly at the fact that your brother’s husband’s facial hair was one of the things you remembered most about him. He finished his story, or his rant, and then you heard two knocks on the door.

“Come in,” you said.

Hwiyoung came inside and at the sight of your brother, he immediately bowed. Seungho smiled wide and spoke even before Hwiyoung had a chance to formally greet him.

“Is this the famous Park Jay? Oh, I love your hair. So nice to finally meet you!”

You facepalmed and sighed, and poor Hwiyoung was just looking at you in panic. Seungho was confused at both your reactions.

“Wrong assistant, Sir,” Hwiyoung finally spoke up. “I’m Hwiyoung. The second secretary.”

“Oh my God,” Seungho said as he stood up. “That’s embarrassing. I am so sorry! Forgive me for assuming. Also, are you single?”

“Seungho, you’re married!” You yelled.

“Asking for a friend!” Seungho yelled back in defense, putting both his hands up.

Hwiyoung waited exactly two seconds before breaking the silence. “Anyway…”

He walked towards you and spoke in a lower voice, asking for confirmation about your next schedule. Once you were done talking to him, you looked at your brother, who was busy checking his phone for messages.

“Hwiyoung, this is my brother, Seungho.” You sat back as you finished introducing the two.

Seungho apologized again to Hwiyoung before you sent him off. As soon as Hwiyoung left, Seungho looked at you with a wide grin.

“That was more embarrassing for me than for him,” you stated. “Don’t tell Jay about it.”

“Tell me what?”

You flinched in your seat as you heard Jay’s voice. You realized that Hwiyoung did not close the door behind him since he already saw Jay approaching your office.

“Seungho, Jay. Jay, this is my brother.”

You gestured your hand randomly towards the both of them, and then Jay immediately bowed before reaching out his hand to your brother.

“You’re really handsome,” your brother commented.

“Isn’t that lovely?” You chimed in before giving Jay a chance to reply. “I think you’re handsome. My gay brother thinks you’re handsome. You’re universally handsome.”

Seungho cackled and fell back to his seat while Jay was trying to control himself from blushing. It’s not every day that he gets to hear you say he’s handsome.

You instructed Jay to take your seat and talk to your brother to keep him company while you checked on a couple of documents that Hwiyoung sent to your email. You realized there were a couple of things that need fixing, and since there was a guest in your office, you decided to just go to your staff’s desk.

Jay was a natural at socializing, but he had no idea how to properly behave around your brother. You had never told him much about Seungho, and even when you do, nothing about your stories reflect that much about his personality. It took him a while to finally relax and find a shared interest with Seungho, and soon enough the conversation shifted to the topic of you.

“I’ve been meaning to say,” Seungho cleared his throat before emptying the bottle of sparkling water into his glass, “thank you.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure I understand…”

“For making my sister happy.”

Jay blinked once, blankly staring at Seungho’s hands. “Oh,” was his only respond.

Seungho smiled. “I’m saying this because all she did in her past relationship was rant about her boyfriends, I mean exes, to me. I haven’t heard anything bad about you, so I guess you’re doing something right.”

Jay scoffed, still searching for the proper way to respond. Seungho calmly waved his hand as he set back his glass on the table.

“I’ve also heard good things about you from my parents. My mom, particularly, wouldn’t shut up about you. And I know it’s none of my business, but… your relationship is serious, right?”

Hearing this question, Jay nodded without a beat. “I’m serious.”

“Good,” Seungho said. “Because if you hurt her, I’m gonna have to unleash all the hidden knowledge I have gained from listening to a lot of true crime podcasts.”

Jay blinked again in astonishment. Seungho laughed.

“I’m kidding! Obviously.” Seungho gently punched Jay on his shoulder, and Jay responded with a nervous laugh.

---

You winced as you felt the cold of the water hit your face. You quickly washed up and put on your skincare, deciding to go extra on the sunscreen for today. It was still dark, but you woke up before your alarm went off, so you figured you could get ready early before Jay wakes up. When you were done in the bathroom, you went back into your bedroom and changed into your workout outfit in the dark. Once you were ready, you turned to see Jay still sleeping soundly.

“Baby,” you called as you sat on the edge of the bed. “We need to leave soon if we want to catch the sunrise.”

Jay stirred in his sleep and shifted to face you. His eyebrows were knitted, and his lips pursed. You chuckled as you tapped your finger to his lips. He then whined and pulled you into him by your wrist. He managed to hug you sideways, and all you did was pat his shoulders in return.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled, lips brushing your skin.

“Up on the count of three, come on,” you replied, getting ready to pull him up. “One, two…”

Jay pushed himself up and into your arms, leaning towards you and kissing your lips but missing his aim. He ended up kissing your chin.

“Three,” you said calmly before properly giving him a good morning kiss. “Now go change. You promised you’d take me to see the sunrise. I wouldn’t have gotten up so early if you weren’t the one taking me.”

Jay merely yawned and stretched his arms. “Okay, Boss.”

You had to tell Jay to chill and not speed since it was quite a long drive to the mountain. Apparently, Jay had done extensive research about the best sunrise spots in the city, and he deemed that the best spot would be the one that was not walking distance from your place. Luckily, you both got there in time. You spotted a couple of people who were also hiking early, assuming they were there to watch the sun too.

Once you reached the perfect spot—away from the people but not sacrificing the view, you brushed the back of your leggings before sitting down on the rocks. Jay followed suit, sitting next to you as he kept his hands inside the pockets of his windbreaker. He froze for a while, running both hands into the pockets like he was searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing his jittery behavior.

He paused again like he was processing something to say, then he took one hand out and felt the pocket on his jogger.

“Forgot I put the keys here,” he said with a stupid grin.

You chuckled and sat comfortably. With Jay right beside you, it meant you had a nice shoulder to lean on. Jay pressed his head on yours, and as you both sat there in silence, the sun started to peek. You watched as the dark sky turned orange, and although it felt like it took ages to get there, the sun rising ended way faster, and in that short moment the view of the sunrays hitting the forest below you and the rocks around you made you choke up.

Jay linked his fingers with your hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing your knuckles, he told you he loved you in a voice that was barely even a whisper. You closed your eyes as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting his warmth cover you like a cozy blanket. When you opened your eyes, the sun had already turned the sky a light blue. The slight fog you saw between the trees had disappeared too.

“We’re having dinner tonight at the restaurant that Jake does part-time work,” Jay stated, pulling back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wear whatever you’d like, but I’d love it if you look pretty.”

“Are you saying I’m not pretty now?” You asked. You then pulled up your hoodie to cover your head.

“Hoodie on, hoodie off, you’re always pretty,” Jay replied. He then tugged the edge of the hoodie back to expose your ear as he leaned into it. “You’re the prettiest when you’re naked for me, though.”

His whisper obviously sent shivers down your spine, so you just hit him gently on the chest to combat the sheer embarrassment that was starting to show on your cheeks. Jay chuckled lowly and pulled your hoodie back completely before pulling you into a warm hug.

---

“Babe, can you unbox the two packages that have been sitting by the door while you wait?”

Jay had to look up from his phone to pay attention to you. You were sitting at your vanity table, taking your time to put on makeup since you really did want to look pretty as per Jay’s request. He nodded before setting his phone down on the bed and leaving the bedroom.

“Do you want me to unbox it here in the kitchen, or…?” Jay’s sentence hung in the air as he waited for your response.

You answered him by walking out of your bedroom and meeting him in the kitchen. You were done with your makeup except for your lip color, and for a second Jay thought you were sick because of how pale your lips looked.

“Actually, I think one of those boxes is my order,” you said, hopping to sit on the bar stool. You watched as Jay carefully opened the box with a cutter.

The first box was filled with paper wrap and paper confetti, and you noticed how Jay was already smiling even before he took out what was inside. When he did, you gasped and kept your mouth open as you admired what appeared to be two matching cat mugs—one was light blue with a black cat on it, and the other was baby pink with a white cat one it. When pushed together, it looked like the black cat was grooming the white cat.

“Matching mugs for us!” Jay said with a huge smile. “Do you think it’s cute?”

You were still speechless from the shock and pure adoration, so you said nothing as you unboxed your own package. A second later, you pulled out a dark green mug with a little white cat siting on the handle.

“I literally got this for you,” you said, pushing the green mug to Jay.

Jay was now laughing softly and rendered speechless. You pulled the blue and pink cat mugs and carefully picked one up.

“What made you buy these?” You asked.

Jay shrugged, also admiring the green mug. “I just thought of you when I saw them. I figured, since you can’t hang out with cats because of me, I should make an effort to add more cat stuff to our daily lives.”

“That’s adorable,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“And this?” Jay asked, holding up his mug.

“Bought that on a whim. I thought of getting it for you since it’s your color, but if you don’t want it, I was gonna use it for myself.”

The two of you then just stared at the three mugs on the counter, and then at each other. You chuckled before you stretched out your arms, and Jay walked over to your side to give you a hug.

“Go finish your makeup,” Jay said, kissing the top of your head. “Jake will literally be waiting for us.”

You snorted at his pun. “Funny. You still need to style your hair.”

Jay muttered a soft ‘fuck’ before you cackled and walked away to the bedroom, with him trailing behind you.

---

You and Jay were seated by the window that overlooked the city. The lights from the buildings and the moving cars below created the perfect view, and you had to admit that the night sky was one of your favorite things to look at, second to watching sunsets. You were wearing a baby blue jumpsuit with a matching-colored fuzzy cardigan and your pearl choker around your neck. Jay was dressed in a darker shade of blue, with his navy button-down making his honey skin glow. His wristwatch matched your golden accessories, and if someone were to take a picture of the two of you at your table, it would have looked like something out of Pinterest.

The conversation you were having with Jay was hushed because you did not want to disturb the serenity of your surroundings. The restaurant was not full, but you spotted several couples as well as families sitting quite far from where you were. Jake was already waiting for another table when you arrived, but whenever he had to pass you to get to the table, he would always look to you and give you a wink.

You felt like this had become a routine, for Jay to reserve a table at a restaurant you did not know and to enjoy a luxurious dinner while talking about everything going on in your lives. While Jay was speaking, you lost yourself for a moment, just staring at him while he was looking down at his food and babbling about stuff at work. You realized that you will never get bored of his stories, no matter how long you two had been together. You will listen to him for the rest of your life.

Your waiter cleared out your table once you finished your main course. When he asked what you wanted for dessert, Jay requested some time to choose. It was odd, you thought, since normally he would come prepared with a set of dishes to choose from. The waiter excused himself, and right after, Jay cleared his throat.

“Y/N,” Jay said in a low voice. The change in his tone sort of alarmed you. If you weren’t madly in love with each other, you would have thought he was about to break up with you.

“Jay?” You asked back. It made him chuckle. “Is everything okay?”

You saw Jay shifting in his seat, reaching into his pocket. He then took out a small box. It was black velvet, and from the size it could only be an engagement ring. Or earrings. Your heart started beating so fast. It seemed like Jay could sense it, so to make things clear, he opened the box and pushed it towards the center of the table, showcasing the ruby ring that was planted inside.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, more towards yourself.

“Listen,” Jay cleared his throat, “I prepared a whole speech, so I hope you’d be willing to listen.”

You laughed softly and straightened your position. Your hands were fiddling on your lap, and you tried your best to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time, even before I proposed to you when I was drunk. I rarely get drunk, but when I do, my friends usually tell me I become even more honest than I already am. So, believe me, it wasn’t just me blabbering. I really want to marry you.”

You nodded gently and waited for him to continue. He took a deep breath.

“First, I want to apologize to you. For lying.”

You frowned.

“Whenever I’m away, spending a couple of hours from home, and whatever my excuse was, it was a lie. I was making appointments, planning stuff, seeing the designer for the ring, meeting your parents, meeting my parents, basically taking care of everything I needed to do before I ask you the question.”

Your eyes softened. “You talked to my parents?”

Jay nodded. “I’ve been spending more time with them, together or separately, just so I can get to know them better. It’s nice of them to always meet up with me in the city since they know I’m allergic to cats.”

You chuckled. You felt your eyes slowly tearing up.

“I talked to your dad first. I think he was the one who ended up convincing your mom, you know, that I’m actually a decent guy.”

Jay laughed nervously after his statement, and you continued to look at him, smiling.

“I’ve thought about everything regarding work, too, you know. If this status would change anything, and I kind of weighed all the options before coming to the decision that I do want to marry you and I still want to work for you.”

You nodded again. Jay then reached out for your hand, and you quickly placed your hand in his. You could feel him slightly trembling, and you thought that it was wholesome.

“Damn it, I forgot what else I was supposed to say.”

You almost snorted at his remark, looking down to contain your laughter. Jay pressed his lips together before he looked into your eyes again.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You could no longer hold your tears back, so you let them fall. As you sniffed, you squeezed his hand in yours and smiled.

“With all my heart,” you answered.

Jay smiled back at you before taking the ring and putting it on your finger. You did not even take a second to admire the ring before you stood up and took a step towards him. He stood to pull you into his arms, hugging you tightly and whispering words of love in your ears. And at the same time, you heard the dispersed sound of clapping throughout the restaurant.

You felt slightly embarrassed that the people there had to witness your crying face, but you were happy that they shared the joy, so you silently thanked them with a hand over your chest. Jay did the same. He helped you go back to your seat.

Jay sat back and let out a sigh of relief, and you chuckled at him. Your waiter returned, and this time Jay placed the order for your dessert. Just seconds after, Jake walked over to your table.

“Way to go, mate,” he said, bumping Jay’s shoulder with his fist ever so gently. Jay muttered a soft thanks, and then Jake looked at you. “Noona, congratulations.”

You reached out both your hands to Jake and he held them tightly, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got pictures and videos of the proposal. I’ll airdrop them as soon as my shift is over,” Jake confessed. “Now I gotta run before my manager sees me.”

Your mouth was wide open, and you were left stunned, unable to form a response. Jay laughed.

“Does that mean he recorded me crying?” You asked Jay, looking around.

“I’m sure he got it at a good angle,” Jay responded, reassuring you. “Oh, right, I remembered what I was going to say.”

You were taking a sip from your glass of water and almost spat it back out from laughing. “What is it?”

“I was supposed to propose to you this morning when we were watching the sunrise.”

You looked at Jay for a couple of seconds before you blinked. “So, when you were frantically patting yourself down and searching for something in your pocket, it wasn’t the car keys but the ring? You left it at home?”

“Exactly.”

You snorted again and laughed silently, your fiancé chuckling with you.

---

After a hearty chat with Jake as soon as his shift ended, you went home with a bunch of pictures and videos on your phone. Jay was right, Jake knew all the good angles, although it’s a shame he couldn’t capture the audio since he was recording from a distance.

Mr. Lee picked you up with a huge smile on his face, and it made you realize that Jay had given him a heads-up already about his plan. Your driver glance towards you and you held up your hand, moving your fingers and showing off the ring.

“Are you relieved now, Park?” Mr. Lee asked after congratulating you both.

“I am!” Jay replied. “Thank you for driving me around, Mr. Lee.”

“You made him drive you around?” Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze between your fiancé and your driver.

Mr. Lee waved off his hand. “Only once or twice, Miss. Don’t you worry. The younger Mr. Lee drove him around more often.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking both my drivers behind my back,” you sighed, leaning your head on Jay’s shoulder.

Jay merely shrugged. “I’ll be sure to leave them both a huge tip later.”

The moment you arrived at home you were exhausted. Jay was too, and you guessed it was because the whole suspense and anticipation he had been holding in for the whole day. You decided to take turns showering, and when you finished first, you went to the kitchen to make tea for two.

When you returned to the bathroom, Jay was already done washing up. You did your skincare side by side, and Jay took the jade roller from your hands and made you give instructions on how to use it on your face. You did the same routine on Jay’s face, and throughout the whole process he was closing his eyes and smiling.

You both then slipped into your favorite pajamas—your silky kimono set in green and Jay’s cotton pajamas in black. He made you sit on the sofa to choose a movie for the night while he made sure the tea that you prepared was still hot. You opted for your all-time favorite romcom that you had watched more than five times, and at this point you were able to follow almost all the dialogs in the movie. Jay smiled as he listened to your rambles, alternating between rubbing your shoulders or running his fingers through your hair.

As the end credits rolled up, you turned to look at Jay and started fondly caressing his face. Your eyes fell to your engagement ring, and Jay quickly noticed it.

“Gorgeous, huh?” He asked with a grin on his face.

“It’s breathtaking. And also huge. Would you be offended if I don’t wear it every day? I’m afraid of losing it,” you confessed, fixing the ring on your finger.

“You can do whatever you want, my queen,” Jay replied. He leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’m tired and sleepy right now. Can we have sex in the morning?”

Jay chuckled and booped your nose. “I kiss you once and you already think I’m trying to get in your pants?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am.”

You snorted and lightly slapped his cheek. “In the morning. Not now. Or try waking me up with it. Whatever.”

Jay nodded and saluted you. You pulled his hand down as he laughed. You then threw your body onto his and let him cage you in the warmest embrace you had ever been in your life.

-END-

© forjongseong 2023, all rights reserved

another author's note: THERE YOU HAVE IT! he proposed. it was cliche but i love it. hope you did too! as usual, if you find any mistakes, typos, or grammatical errors, do let me know! ❤

read the next part: daylight

#writtenbynana #fic: mon soleil #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jay #enhypen jay smut #jay smut #enhypen jay hard hours #jay hard hours #jay enhypen #jay #jongseong #jongseong park #park jongseong #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #jongseong smut #nana secretary!jay agenda #Spotify

[agendabymooner]

vintage ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)

“raise my heart rate like it’s interest.”

summary: in which pierre gasly attends ensley soleil (gasly)’s annual festival set as a married man. OR for the alpine driver, the ‘f’ in f1 means ‘fanboy’

content warning: pierre is ofc’s biggest fan, established relationship (married), heavy on niki zefanya’s discography and lyrics (recommended to check her out bc she’s so damn good), 88rising related (event in the fic is their festival), possible use of explicit language, bit of a crack fic (humour)

note: i’ve got a written fic of pierre but uh… here’s an smau :)) enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

URS by ensley (live in Head in the Clouds Festival)

tagged ensoleil

liked by brianimanuel, charles_leclerc, estebanocon

user1 this was my lost canon event 😞

user2 i’ll take either or, if not then gimme more 😁🤭

charles_leclerc if my wife is this amazing i’d fanboy too liked by pierregasly

pierregasly fax 📠

landonorris back then i used to get passes for the festival for free 😌 now i have to compete against her husband for it 😐 liked by pierregasly

pierregasly 😜

brianimanuel happy to see you there baby boy 🥳🥳 liked by pierregasly

user4 my guy pierre has been babygirlified? since when???

user5 he’s always been babygirl idk what ur on about 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

ensoleil merci et je t’aime, mon ange ❤️ liked by pierregasly

user6 DUOLINGO’S FINALLY PAYING OFF!!! duolingo

duolingo 😌 i can now rest in peace

user7 alexa play that should be me 😩😭

#pierre gasly au #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly social media au #pierre gasly smau #pierre gasly instagram au #formula one imagine #f1 smau #formula one smau #formula one x oc #f1 imagine #formula one au #formula one ig au #formula one instagram au #formula one social media au

[jtl-fics]

I mentioned it in an ask at one point but me and a friend have been building a AFTG fic that started as exclusively Andreil and then became Andreil with a lot of Kerejean in the background.

In that story Kevin has his Queen piece, Jean got his 3 covered with a fleur de lis and Jeremy got a sun tattooed in the same spot because of Jean and Kevin calling him mon petit soleil.

We eventually got talking to the three of them combining those symbols into a tattoo over their heart and i booted up mspaint to render it in all its glory lol.

But anyway my bud is TheseSmallDelights over on AO3. They’re great!!

#kerejean #behold my ancient mspaint skillz #yes it does need to be spelled with a z #will we ever post our crazy verse? #who knows but i was kind of proud of this mspaint concoction #so I’m posting it here lol #aftg #my writing #andreil

[calimera62]

I've been tagged by @flo-nelja, thank you!

If you want to do it, tagging @naehja, @istadris, @saemi-the-dreamer, @modocanis, @amethystsworld, @garnetrena and @andersssandrew

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

100. Most of them are OS and I still have to publish fics I've posted on tumblr and ffnet.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

397,865

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Der Vampire, my multichapter Tanz der Vampire fic (195 kudos)

Baise-main, a Kaamelott OS Arthur&Perceval. Not my best work so I'm surprised it has been liked so much (152 kudos)

Die Fledermaus, a Tanz der Vampire OS and self-indulgent bat!Krolock fanfic (139 kudos)

La Marque, my platonic soulmate AU Kaamelott OS between Arthur and Perceval (132 kudos)

Couronne, my first and last Arthur/Guenièvre OS that I wrote after KV1 (128 kudos)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to, though it can take me a long time to do so ^^;;

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hum... difficult question. I don't usually write angst. There's a Van Helsing OS but I haven't posted it on AO3 yet. I do love to write certain characters turned as vampire against their will, a lot, but I can't say which fic about that trope is the angstiest... Maybe My Blood in Offering, a Krolfred OS, or even La bête humaine (Harry Potter, a Beast of Gévaudan AU, kinda). I can't say for sure...

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

LOL, most of my fics are happy fics so it will be hard to choose which one I consider to have the happiest ending. Maybe Auld Lang Syne or Sleeping Arthur, two Kaamelott OS with Arthur and Perceval.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Rarely, but it happened. I once wrote a Makai Ouji/Black Butler crossover Nevermore, and I would like to try writing for this crossover again. I also wrote a Harry Potter/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory crossover where Willy Wonka was a wizard (Le Procès de Willy Wonka), I had fun writing it!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No and I hope it won't happen in the future.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did (two Krolfred OS: Behind closed doors and L'abîme des songes), not very ambitious since I'm not used writing smut but it was an interesting challenge. I also have two Grindeldore OS (À fleur de peau and Nos rencontres éphémères) but the sexual content is really non-graphic.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Le Soleil Levant (Francis&Napoléon, Hetalia) has been translated into Polish; also two Tanz OS (Behind closed doors and My Blood in Offering) translated in Russian.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I'm not interested in doing it.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Aaah it's a difficult choice. How can you expect me to choose?

Though, if I see the amount of works on my AO3, I've written for Grindeldore (Gellert Grindelwald/Albus Dumbledore) the most.

Most of my fics are mostly about platonic pairs than romantic ones.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Uuh... Maybe L'Alouette (a FrUK OS) or L'ennemi de mon ennemi (a Van Helsing multichapter fic)

15. What are your writing strengths?

Good question. I love getting into the characters's head, writing their thoughts and feelings, as well as writing platonic pairs, but I don't know if it's a strength of mine.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so bad at describing places and clothes and furnitures D:

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

You mean adding words or sentences in another language when I'm reading fics in my own language or in English? Well... I don't mind if it's a couple of words in a sentence (and if the author adds the translation, though I found it annoying to have to go in the author's notes, at the end of the fic, to go check the translation)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

No fandom comes to my mind, but I would love to write Alfred/Sarah (Tanz der Vampire), though Krolfred is my OTP, I have a lot of fondness for this ship and I would like to try writing about them. Same thing, I would like to write a Arthur/Francis/Ludwig fanfic (Hetalia) one day. I also wish to write about César/Astérix one day and not just them as a platonic pair

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ouch hard to decide again. I'm still proud of La Marque as well as Sleeping Arthur regarding my Kaamelott fics. Regarding Tanz, I really love A New Perspective and Die Fledermaus. For Makai Ouji, I still love Innocence and Curiosity, though The Witching Hour is very self-indulgent hehe. I'm also fond of some fics from Gauloiseries (Astérix); but I really can't choose, between these fics, which one is my absolute favourite.

#fanfiction #tag game #writing

[likielandco]

Hey petit fandom de Kaamelott,

J’ai reçu le message suivant aujourd’hui et j’y réponds publiquement parce qu’il m’a blessée et aussi parce qu’en relisant bien, il m’accuse d’être malhonnête, alors on va remettre les points sur les i comme on dit:

J’ai commencé il y’a quelques jours à poster mes fanarts digitaux, dont je suis très fière et qui m’on pris beaucoup de temps, parce que je suis perfectionniste et je veux recapturer parfaitement l’image que je transforme en digital. Je veux voir ma vision dedans.

J’ai caché le nom de la personne qui m’a envoyé ce message, parce que je ne veux pas de conflit ni lui ramener la vindicte des autres dessus, mais par contre, je refuse de me laisser faire ou de me faire gaslighter.

Évidemment que mes dessins sont produits grâce à de l’intelligence Artificielle (AI), c’est assez évident (pour moi) en les voyant, mais je suis sûre que ça ne l’ai pas pour tout le monde et c’est pour ça que j’ai ajouté le tag « digital art » dans ces posts. Les rares qui ne l’avaient pas, l’ont maintenant.

C’est également pour ça que j’ai toujours, toujours, toujours mis le tag

« Do not repost without permission » car ce n’est pas comme si je cherchais la gloire ou la reconnaissance avec mes fanarts. Non, je voulais juste viber avec plus de personnes sur mon petit soleil Guenièvre, et mon Ship qui refuse de couler « Arthur x Guenièvre »

Je voulais aussi ajouter au fandom.

Donc, me dire que je « mens » et que je « prétends y avoir passé du temps » c’est incroyablement blessant et c’est aussi complètement faux. J’ai indiqué le tag « digital art » et j’ai passé du temps sur chaque art, ce n’est pas pas parce que c’est de l’AI que c’est facile à faire ou rapide d’obtenir le dessin parfait, surtout pour une perfectionniste et une hypersensible comme moi.

J’ai parfois passé des heures à retravailler plusieurs variations d’une image reproduite par l’AI, parce que le nez ou la bouche du personnage n’étaient pas ce que je voulais.

C’est donc incroyablement malvenu de ta part de juger mon travail, mes efforts et surtout mon éthique.

Visiblement, on ne se connait pas, et me dire que « j’ai l’air d’être sympa comme tout » n’efface pas le fait que tu m’accuses gratuitement d’être malhonnête.

Quant à la remarque insidieuse sur mon image et ma fic qui peuvent « backfire » très vite, je ne m’inquiète pas, merci bien.

Avant de faire de fanarts ou autre, je suis à la base une writer. Et ma fic LPDG ainsi que l’authenticité, l’amour et le labeur que je lui porte, parlent pour eux même.

Pour ce qui est des fanarts, je pense que je vais arrêter d’en poster pendant mon hiatus. Comme j’ai dit, ton message m’a blessé et c’est la dernière chose dont j’ai besoin en ce moment… avoir une joie transformée en une peine.

Si mes posts avec des fanarts ont blessés ou énervés d’autres artistes qui ont le vrai talent de dessiner « from scratch » comme ma merveilleuse @frenchublog ou @sloubs ou tout les autres talentueux dessinateurs du fandom de Kaamelott, je m’en excuse du fond du cœur.

A bientôt,

Lily.

#Kaamelott #kaamelott fandom #kaamelott fanart #je suis dotée d’une sensibilité absurde. ce qui érafle les autres me déchire

[stephaniebrownslover]

Stray Souls[A TicciWork Centric Creepypasta Fanfiction]—Part 1 | Prologue|

I decided to upload this story on here since not many people showed interest on AO3. Like it has 108 read and 5 kudos, this fandom is really dead.

Anyways this is my first writing ever, I have started writing in January of 2022. It's a 16-year-old-bad rather than a 12-year-old-bad but it's still awful. This was my first creepypasta fic so the characters may seem out of character.

I'm publishing this story with only little editing.

Read it at your own will.

Also if you decide to read, please act like Toby stutters because I can't write them properly.

Ships: Hoodie x Kate The Chaser, Mary Vaughn x Jane The Killer, Clockwork x Ticci Toby

Love.

A 4-letter word.

But why doesn't this 3-letter word have the same effect on everyone?

Why does it arouse a great feeling of hatred in some while butterflies are flying around in some people's stomachs?

What exactly is love?

Is it like a winding maze that tooks a long time and disappoints you most of the time, or is it like a chess board where you take each step by sifting carefully and analyzing exhaustively?

Is it the two halves of an apple that complement each other in perfect harmony, or is it two opposite sides of a locket, that despite being completely opposite to each other, form a unique image when they come together? But what if it's something else instead of these two?

Perhaps love is when two people accept and complete each other's flaws and oddities as they are. Who knows?

Who exactly said that we must have to fit it into a pattern?

A young soul full of pain, both of whom have lived hell on earth.

They are both full of anger and cruelty against life.

What happens if these two people, who are both very similar and very different from each other, get together?

Do they complement each other like two puzzle pieces that have been missing for a long time, or is it a living example of fire and gunpowder coming together?

Who knows what will happen?

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

"You know what? The first moment I saw your emerald green eye, I felt like I had found something I hadn't known I lacked for a long time."

"You've spending a lot of time with Liu lately."

The young boy's giggle, which was already quite light, had come out too muffled to be heard, which had been thoroughly blocked by his mask. Nevertheless, he could tell that the brown-haired girl was laughing because her head was on his chest. She could also say the same thing for the brown-haired boy, from the way his own rib cage was moving up and down faster than usual. They were lying against each other in the darkness of the night, which covered the area like a blanket. It was a very peaceful moment for both of them.

Who needed therapy or relaxing sounds when you could sleep together at the end of a long day full of endless work?

"What, so I can't compliment to my love?"

"Normally you don't, so you probably want something."

"Not at all! I just wanted to say Toi tu es mon soleil dicen et mon coeur ne bat pas sans toi."

"What the fuck does that mean, you trying magic trick or something?"

"No, I was speaking in French. Just wanted to be a little romantic. Wasn't I?"

"Ooh, so you were saying that to yourself in the mirror today, thought you had an imaginary friend or went nuts finally."

"Don't you dare bring Richard to that."

A foolish smile had taken its place on Toby's face as Clockwork frowned at his words where she lay.

"What the hell does this mean, and why are you saying words that seem romantic for no reason? Besides, did you take your ass out of your head to try to memorize it?"

Toby, just as he was about to start talking, Clockwork said something else and his word got stuck in his mouth.

"If you want to adopt a seal and be her father, and you're sucking up to me for it, I swear to fucking god-"

He let out a hearty laugh as his body shook with a sudden tic.

"Wow, know me so well."

''I know."

The last word she said had come out as hoarsely as a whisper. Although she wanted to continue talking, the fact that she hadn't slept for close to a week had made her faint from exhaustion, and she didn't even have enough strength to manage to keep her eyes open.

Her eyelids were now against her brain, which had caused her to involuntarily close her eyes due to fatigue.

The tick-tock sounds that echoed inside her brain were gradually disappearing. The silence, on the other hand, was unexpectedly very peaceful. Progressively, as she let herself fall into the sweet arms of sleep, a feeling of confidence was instilling in her that she was with the person she felt safe with, perhaps that was the reason she was going to fall asleep.

Toby, after not hearing a sound for a while, finally guessed that the girl between his arms had fallen asleep. He hated that she was beating herself up by keeping herself awake for so long, but it wasn't easy to tell such thing to someone stubborn enough to succeed in gaining a place in the history of world records for stubbornness.

Although he was sure that she could not hear him, he whispered in the ear of the girl in his arms before closing his eyes and going to the realm of dreams.

"I love you."

Other parts

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #clockwork #creepypasta headcanon #creepy #fanfic #fanfiction #creepypasta clockwork #ticci toby #ao3 fanfic #ticci toby creepypasta #toby erin rogers #toby creepypasta #natalie ouellette #ticciwork #ticciwork fanfic

[aeriedwelling]

please i am begging you to talk about your swsh fantasy au

YEEEAAAAAAH okay so it's set in pokemon sword and shield right and little 17 year old me was OBSESSED with eternatus and the idea that it was an ultra beast from space who brought the ability to dynamax with it, so that's the whole idea behind the plot.

I actually did write a fic a couple years ago and deleted it cause im silly but i still have it somewhere and will be reposting it after this post goes up !!! and will link it when i do !!!

so Eternatus. massive dragon from space who brings weird space rocks with it. it splits in two as its body is too damaged to move from this one spot but its ghost/spirit can move freely. there's a lot of messy bits, but basically body wants to stay here in the new world and spirit ends up wanting to go home. the spirit goes around the region trying to gather up enough magic to get them both home, and Calyrex finds it and punishes it for throwing off the magic balance in the region- there's already so many magical beings around, people and pokemon alike, and the magic eternatus brought with it threw that all out of whack.

uuuh the punishment was being buried in a cave for centuries.

rose enters the picture, he's the king of galar, mentally bonds with a dragon, agrees to help it gather the stones it needs to get its power back and only kinda sorta gets tricked into doing it.

years later, victor enters the picture, mentally bonds with the other half of the dragon. Rose has the dragon's spirit, so it can go with him, and Victor has the body of the dragon, so he only gets messaging when he's in range of hammerlocke (where the castle is. the dragon is buried under the castle) - and the dragon is like. hey so uh. make sure we dont get enough power to try to leave because we will be destroying the region, unfortunately

so Rose is trying to power up the dragon because it promised him things, and Victor is trying to stop it.

there's something about. trials, and finding a new heir to galar's throne, and a champion's tournament and just a whole bunch of other things that i do not remember sjdfklsj

the fic had a lot of trainshipping, so i have to figure out how to write hop and victor falling in love which is SO HARD cause they. just. i need them to be in love but i cant have them be in love that fast head in hands.

Everyone had some kind of magic so uh.

Victor - human - he's from kalos, gets his powers from his bond with the dragon, which is being able to dynamax without the use of a dynamax band/wishing star. people are suspicious of this, so he has one even though he doesn't need it. it might just be a normal rock that is painted actually

Gloria - shapeshifter - she's victor's cousin, born and raised in galar. she was hop's friend before she moved to ballonlea. genderfluid king, changes her appearance on a whim, mostly just shades of her hair though :>

Hop - faerie/pixie - has the ability to shift between pixie and human-esque form, pointed ears, taller than victor. in his pixie form he can understand and "speak" any language, so victor has this habit of talking to hop in kaloçais and hop usually has no problem just jumping into pixie form to understand him but sometimes when he can't shift he's like. hey. vic. i love you. i cant understand a word you're saying so then victor just starts saying gibberish and hop nods along like he understands. (hop has picked up on some kaloçais over the years and can understand some basics. vic calls him mon soleil)

Leon - also a faerie/pixie - has enough control over his forms to be able to have wings in human-esque form. he can't fly with them when he's human but it's very much a flex jskdlfj - he's the king's champion

Raihan - Leon's half dragon knight boyfriend <3

Sonia - some kind of dream witch i think. or just human i forgor.

Nessa - a water nymph? or some kind of water spirit thing? she can turn herself into water is the idea

Milo - a firbolg

Allister - a ghost (he was the dragon's vessel before rose was. the spirit of the dragon didn't know how to keep its power in check so it killed him by accident)

Bea is human but hangs out with Allister

Lady Opal is mostly human, part fairy. or at least can talk to fairies.

Gordie and Melony are elves

are there more gym leaders.

Piers is probably human. Marnie is too. it would be very funny if i made them something like an inkling.

Kabu momence <3 he maybe has some funky hoenn magic i forgor.

uuuuhm. part of the whole. heir of galar thing was going to be the champion's tournament, and each of the gym leaders had trials instead of gym tests type deal.

uuuuh victor has an arcanine named spirit and she's important.

and that's all i can remember !! thank you for asking :D

#this probably makes no sense im so sorry sjkdflsj #i am. autism about this thing.

[awanderingdeal]

Micro fic request for your little notes headcanon about the first time Logan finds one and the subsequent call/chat <3 I love that idea SO much -aj

Aww, I really do love this HC so thanks for this, aj 🥰 Have some love-sick men being love-sick men.

Rating: G

No content warnings for this one.

Credit for all characters goes to @lumosinlove

With sleep ruffled hair and barely open eyes, Logan rummaged through his underwear drawer, trying to find a sock that at least vaguely matched the one in his hand. His fingers grasped something that definitely was not a sock and yawning, Logan forced his eyes open a little more to inspect the paper.

He suspected it was a training note that he'd meant to dispose of in the locker room shredder. If only the media knew the secrets to the Rags next game strategy lay amongst his briefs.

"Oh," Logan whispered as he unfolded the paper, easily recognising Finn's careful script.

If you were a library book, I'd definitely check you you out.

Logan barked a laugh, the sound loud in the empty room, but not in the sad, lonely way he'd come to hate. Smoothing out the creases of the note, Logan set in on top of his dresser and went to find his phone.

Logan: you're a nerd

Finn's call came even quicker than Logan had been expecting. The garbled greeting, however, did not meet his expectations.

"Hello?" Logan said tentatively.

" 'ood 'orning," Finn returned, the words still barely comprehensible, followed by another string of nonsense that Logan loosely managed to translate as "I'm brushing my teeth."

"Why did you call me if you're brushing your teeth?" Logan asked. He shook his head with a fond exasperation.

A click, a rush of water and a rather disgusting spitting noise later, Finn answered. "Sorry, got excited. You found one of the notes."

"Ouais," Logan smiled. "Wait, one of...how many are there?"

"I'm not telling," Finn said, the coy smirk leeching into his voice.

"Harzy," Logan whined. "Leo! Le! Peanut!"

Finn's laugh filled the room, much like his own had earlier.

"Hello, good morning to you too, my love," Leo said and Logan knew he wore the same fond exasperated expression, Logan had been not 5 minutes ago.

"Bon matin, mon soleil," Logan practically sang. "How many notes did Finn write?"

"Oh," Leo laughed. "Don't ask me, he's been hoarding those things like a fucking squirrel for weeks."

"Weeks!"

"Just enough until I next see you," Finn said, smooth as melted butter.

God, Logan loved this man. "You didn't have to."

"I know," Finn said, and Logan imagined his small shrug. "But you deserve to know how much I love. And this way, I get to tell you a thousand times a day and you can't stop me."

There better not be a thousand. "Alright," Logan groaned. "I've got to go. Gonna be late for practice. And you are too."

"Speak to you later, love," Leo said. "I'll message you about Assassins, I think Cap wants to join."

"Bye, Lo," Finn trilled. "Love you."

"Love you too, Harzy. Drive safe."

#sweater weather #lumosinlove #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #rating:g #coast to coast

[gerceval]

Le Choix - chapitre 3

Une fic hebdomadaire dont vous pouvez choisir la suite en votant chapitre après chapitre !

[Commencez depuis le chapitre 1]

- Oui bon bah c'est pas non plus la peine de faire la gueule.

- Mais je ne fais pas du tout la gueule, sire.

- C'était la solution la plus logique, c'est tout, et pis c'est pas comme si on s'était jamais retrouvés à partager un lit non plus Lancelot, faites pas votre mijaurée.

Arthur n'aimait pas beaucoup les manières de Lancelot. Avec le sortilège merdique qui venait de leur tomber sur le coin du pif, ils avaient quand même d'autres chats à fouetter que de s'inquiéter de savoir si leurs doigts de pieds risquaient de s'effleurer pendant la nuit. À bien y réfléchir, c'était même limite vexant.

- Je n'ai aucun problème avec ça sire.

- Eh ben alors ?

- Eh ben alors je m'inquiète simplement des conséquences de cette situation, et si dormir ensemble ce soir ne risque pas d'ajouter des noises à notre moulin ?

Il n'avait pas tort, et le problème avait bien sûr traversé l'esprit d'Arthur, mais quelle autre possibilité s'offrait à eux ?

- Nan mais ça va, il suffit d'essayer de se réveiller tôt et de s'arranger pour croiser personne demain matin, vous en faites pas pour ça. Et pis de toute façon on a du pain sur la planche, il faut qu'on élabore une stratégie pour remédier à la situation, ça va peut-être nous prendre jusqu'au lever du soleil.

Surtout si vous continuez à faire la gueule, se retint-il d'ajouter.

- Et votre femme ?

- Quoi, ma femme ?

- Ne va-t-elle pas s'inquiéter de votre absence ?

- Oh vous savez, vu comme elle pionçait quand je suis parti, y a de grandes chances qu'elle se soit même pas rendue compte de mon départ, et puis bon, il a pu arriver deux ou trois fois que je me barre au milieu de la nuit pis que je revienne pas, ya pas de raison qu'elle en fasse un cake.

Il regretta d'avoir trop parlé. C'était encore l'effet irrésistible du fait d'être affalé dans un lit qui le poussait systématiquement à bavasser sans réfléchir ; avec la fréquence à laquelle il se retrouvait au plumard avec un de ses chevaliers, il fallait qu'il commence sérieusement à tenir sa langue. Mais Lancelot ne répondit rien. En voyant son propre visage reflété devant lui, Arthur s'interrogea. Était-ce vraiment à ça qu'il ressemblait quand il se retenait très fort de faire un commentaire ?

- Bon, alors. Qu'est-ce qu'on fait ? Vous pensez qu'on en parle à Merlin en priant pour qu'il arrive à régler le problème avant que ça en devienne un vrai ?

Mais Lancelot n'avait pas l'air d'avoir la tête à l'action. Il avait toujours les bras croisés, et semblait pensif. Il finit par répondre, les yeux légèrement plissés.

- Vous pensez que le sort nous a vraiment transformés en répliques exactes l'un de l'autre ? Je veux dire exactes exactes ?

- Qu'est-ce que vous voulez que je vous dise moi, j'en sais pas plus que vous.

- Mais vous êtes pas curieux ?

Arthur était pris de court par la question.

- Ben... Je vois pas pourquoi ce serait pas exact, je veux dire... vous m'avez l'air plutôt... plutôt moi quoi, mais c'est difficile à dire.

Lancelot garda à nouveau le silence pendant quelques instants.

- Je sais pas, peut-être que si on se rendait compte que c'est pas exact-exact ça pourrait nous donner un indice. Par exemple, est-ce que vous avez des signes distinctifs un peu subtils, comme un grain de beauté ou une tache de naissance, je sais pas...

- Un indice de quoi ?

C'était au tour d'Arthur de plisser les yeux. Lancelot sembla rougir dans l'obscurité.

- Ouais nan mais vous avez raison, ça n'a pas de sens. Je sais pas pourquoi je... Du coup, Merlin.

- Ouais, je me disais que si on se lève un peu tôt et qu'on se dépêche d'aller le tirer du lit, on peut s'arranger pour qu-

Soudain, des pas retentirent dans le couloir. Il ne pouvait pas être plus que trois heures du matin, qui pouvait bien se balader dans cette partie du château à cette heure-là ? La réponse ne tarda pas à venir : c’est la voix de Guenièvre qui se fit entendre, en un chuchotement forcé et enfantin, en même temps que deux petits coups rapides contre le bois.

- Y a quelqu’un ?

Et sans attendre plus d’une seconde, Guenièvre ouvrit la porte.

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#kaamelott #fanfic #m #le choix

[ladyniniane]

Bon et bien c'était laborieux !

Je pensais atteindre l'objectif bien avant mais pas mal de choses énergivores se sont greffées (le mois de juillet tendu au boulot, tensions avec ma responsable...). J'espère que vous êtes contentes de votre Camp NaNo @queenfredegund et @violets-in-her-arms-writes

Mais au moins j'ai dépassé mon objectif !

-J'ai écrit 3 chapitres de ma fic (et d'ailleurs je suis entrée en plein dans l'arc final, ça fait quelque chose après avoir passé tant de temps dessus).

-Et j'ai terminé aussi aujourd'hui le premier chapitre d'une petite histoire qui m'est venue complètement par impulsion. Je ne sais pas où ça va mener mais c'est drôle à écrire.

Et comme je poste toujours des extraits, je vais en mettre un de cette dernière vu que c'est ce que je trouve le mieux.

J'ai repris un concept que j'utilise dans mes histoires, avec une héroïne ayant des pouvoirs liés aux ténèbres sans que ça ne soit quelque chose de maléfique. C'était très intéressant de décrire ses perceptions et sa fascination pour l'obscurité.

"Marya courut à perdre haleine mais ne s'éloigna pas de la rivière. Le froid cour d'eau serpentait à l’infini. La boue collait à ses bottes. Elle pressa l’allure, mais le paysage ne changea pas. Chaque pas la ramenait à son point de départ. Un soleil indifférent et blafard la contemplait depuis son zénith. 

Acculée, Marya chercha une issue, ne souhaitant rien de plus que dormir et oublier. Elle s’agita, se souvint être dans un rêve et souhaita de toutes ses forces se réveiller. Rien ne bougea. Une brise spectrale agita les doigts squelettiques des arbres. 

Marya était prisonnière des limbes. Sa détresse coula sur ses joues. Il lui fallait un abri, ne plus voir ce lieux de désolation. Ses poings se serrèrent et elle maudit la rivière. Sa colère se heurta à un mur invisible.

Une ombre glissa soudain près d'elle. Une voix douce et légère murmura son nom. 

“Viens, Marya.”

Les ombres jaillirent, rideau noir, mouvant et soyeux et occultèrent peu à peu la rivière. Eperdue de reconnaissance, Marya sourit. La danse de l'obscurité l'envoutait. Elle en oublia presque sa tristesse.

Une impression de familiarité l’étreignait, son cœur chantait. Marya se laissa porter par le rêve et tendit la main par instinct. Elle franchit le voile, descendit dans le ventre de la nuit. Cette dernière l’enveloppa dans le plus beau des manteaux, la coucha sur le velours. Le cauchemar avait disparu. Ne restaient plus que le noir et les battements de son coeur. Les ténèbres n’étaient ni trop chauds ni trop frais. Marya s’allongea et y déposa sa tête, les trouvant plus confortables qu'un oreiller. Un délicieux silence l’entoura.

Elle ne voulait pas se réveiller…la réalité et la rivière reviendraient demain. Pour l'instant, rien ne pouvait cependant l'atteindre. La quiétude finit par la gagner. 

Le reste de la nuit passa dans un sommeil réparateur et sans rêves.

#écriture #geste des preuses #marya des ombres

[forjongseong]

NANA WHO LIKES JAYS BANANA

Jjajaiwhwjwiwiwiiwwjkwk

MAY I KISS YOU⁉️⁉️

The new chapter was so sexyyy omgg

The way it literally started off with sex tho 🤭🤭

This was so amazing to read and it really shows how devoted u are to the series💞💞 Never once failing us with the surprises and fluff and the smut

Ohhhhh~~~

Plus we got to meet her brother awwwwww😙💗💗

Also her brother asking hwiyoung if he is single will forverr be iconic🤌🤌🤌

But wut i didnt expect was the ending OH LORD HAVE MERCY😫😫😫

Its really so cute how even Jake was in his lil scheme and finally the moment we had all been waiting for happend 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

AHHH‼️‼️

he was just gonna ask during the sunrise and my dumbass really didnt catch on him not being able to find the ring lmaooooo🤪🤪

BUT NANA THIS WAS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND SHOWSTOPPING AND HEARTWARMING AND MAY I MARRY U✨️✨️‼️‼️‼️

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART 10 SCROLL PAST THIS ASK TO AVOID SPOILERS!!!

okay now I can react

it DID start off with sex HAHAH i literally have never started any part with a sex scene! there is a first time for everything... and yes our brother finally makes an appearance (if you'd like a face-reference you can check Seungho and Byunghee from MBLAQ lol 2nd gen kpop for the win) -- i HAD to include one of the boys in jay's scheme because the man would not be able to pull it off alone AFTER FORGETTING TO BRING THE RING TO THE SUNRISE SPOT HASHDSAHD

thank you for enjoying yet another part and no you may not marry me, i am taken!

#nanaanswers #from.AD #nana smile file #nanafeedbacks #fic: mon soleil #nana secretary!jay agenda

[godhoodandgirlhood]

MY FANFIC MASTERPOST!!!

TOTAL DRAMA

where we feel most alive - the bridgeva fic, they kiss on beach 😋😋 || 1/1 ||

i honestly can’t remember half the things we talked about - reality tv is fucking torture (snippets into the lives of the contestants) || 4/? ||

selcouth - concrete is the beloved (brick x scott where they kiss on the beach) || 2/2 ||

liar liar pants on fire - heather duke, the queen bee of wawanakwa high, goes missing on her 15th birthday, and appears a year later on her stepbrothers 16th birthday, dead. (the description is inaccurate to what the story is now lol) || 3/? ||

the room behind the chalkboard - what would you do if you were confronted by the most powerful people at your school, and they asked you to join their elite group for oddly dubious reasons? || 1/? ||

THE WILDS

let me die first or i will die twice - we do terrible things for the people we love (season 3 from the henrivan perspective) || 1/? ||

would you look for me? - ghost hunting crack fic || 1/1 ||

foggy, foggy glasses - henry and ivan get drunk and confess their love for each other (my magnum opus tbh) || 1/1 ||

she’s a brick and i’m drowning slowly - henry doesn’t want to lose anything he loves. he can’t. || 1/1 ||

bittersweet nightshade - how henry and ivan came to love each other on the first 12 days on the island || 3/? ||

RIDE THE CYCLONE

mon soleil, ma lune, mon étoile - noel has loved ricky since they were children, and tonight he finally tells him (the og frenchspace fic!!!) || 1/1 ||

amor vincit omnia (love conquers all) - noel feels so alone, so tired, and so fucking useless. mischa is lost and can’t find anything about himself without serious fatal trouble coming his way. couple goals. || 1/? ||

fireworks (and i will forget how to cry) - they only have each other, and that’s all they need. || 1/2 ||

what remains of noel gruber - rtc x what remains of edith finch || 1/? ||

TURNING RED

she is the dark side of the moon - priya has a gay awakening || 1/3 ||

ENCANTO

ticking time bomb - why can’t luisa forget about it? in which luisa finds out heartbreaking news. || 1/1 ||

the town keeps growing, the world keeps turning - alma helps her family, and apologizes to them || 1/? ||

#total drama #ride the cyclone #the wilds #turning red #encanto

[rarougrougrou]

🔔🔔✨✨🎄✨✨🔔🔔

La route à été longue, mais me voilà mon cher !! :D

J'avoue, j'avoue.. J'ai eu un peu peur de m'approcher, parce que merde tu es TALENTUEUX #pressiondefou 😱

J'apprends à connaitre tes OC comme j'apprends à te connaitre toi et peut être que l'un dans l'autre c'est un peu la même chose.

Alors si tu t'en sent l'envie parle moi d'eux, ou parle moi de toi, que ce soit ce que tu as manger au p'tit dej ou bien tes peurs et tes désirs les plus profond, la musique que tu adore le plus ou bien tes joies et tes peine passé. ou toute autre chose dont tu t'en sent l'envie de partager

Et si tu ne veux rien dire.. dans ce cas garde tes secrets ;)

Je prends congé pour le moment et retourne au pole Nord ❄️❄️ avant que je parte, voici un bon chocolat chaud maison ☕ qui réchauffe les cœurs et les esprits (si t'aime pas le chocolat chaud bin c'est du café si t'aime pas le café bin c'est du thé et si t'aime rien et bin zut !).

Que ta journée soit remplit de joie et si ce n'est pas le cas sache que ton secret santa pense à toi 😉✨

SECRET SANTA! TU ES LÀ ❤

Moh mais non il faut pas avoir peur comme ça, ni avoir la pression! Je suis exigent qu'avec moi même, ça devrait le faire

Alors oui y'a certaines parts de moi dans mes OCs hahaha comme toujours. Si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit tu trouveras tout dans le #ay'lonit, mais aussi dans #emilianne, #celice et #ysengrin. Y'a mon petit Cráwan aussi que j'ai tendance à oublier, pauvre petit. Et y'a bien évidemment mon post épinglé sur mon profil!

Je peux toujours te faire un résumé le plus concit possible de mes OCs, vu que je me doute que lire ma fic serait très long pour pas grand chose (mais ce serais vraiment avec plaisir que tu ailles lire si l'envie te prends! Et de me donner un avis si tu as envie, mais uniquement si t'as le temps, rien ne urge)

Du coup!

Emilianne : Débarquée courant livre III à Kaamelott, elle a profité de son bon classement à un tournoi pour demander à ce que Arthur accepte de la faire son écuyer. Autodidacte dans le combat à l'épée, elle est déjà douée sans avoir fait ses classes, mais n'a aucune notion de combat à la loyale ou de stratégie militaire au debut de l'histoire. Elle est très studieuse, motivée, voue une confiance aveugle à Arthur. Sa loyauté est et sa plus grande qualité et son pire défaut, car elle empiète sur son propre libre arbitre. On ne sait pas vraiment d'où elle vient, une province latine au sud des alpes pour le plus probable. Elle est aussi très attachée à la foi judaïque, car elle affirme avoir baigné dedans depuis petite. Très gentille et calme, elle n'hésite cependant pas à lever la voix quand cela concerne ses valeurs (cf ses disputes avec Blaise sur la religion où la fois où elle a engueulé Galessin et Dagonet lorsqu'elle les a chopés en train de faire des combats de chien avec Venec). Physiquement, elle est très androgyne, on pourrait la prendre pour un homme aux cheveux longs, mais ça transparait également dans sa manière d'être. Par exemple, Perceval est persuadé qu'Emilianne est un homme qui utilise le nom d'une femme pour une raison qu'il ignore, et la tanne toute la sainte journée pour savoir ce que c'est son "vrai prénom". Socialement, en dehors d'Arthur, elle est très proche de Bohort, car elle retrouve en lui une douceur qui fait défaut aux autres chevaliers, et s'entend bien avec Yvain et Gauvain, qui eux sont totalement fan d'elle car ils ont enfin quelqu'un d'un peu plus jeune à qui parler.

Celice: Domestique au château, elle est l'un des premiers contacts d'Emilianne lorsqu'elle est arrivée à Kaamelott. Celice a juré d'être celle qui l'aidera à s'intégrer au château. Celice est calédonienne, originaire du lac de l'ombre. Elle a voulu faire domestique à Kaamelott pour aider financièrement son père, et a donc commencé la fonction entre ses 15 et ses 16 ans, Angharad lui ayant appris le métier (et à ouvrir sa gueule par la même occasion). Petite rouquine aux yeux sombres, c'est un rayon de soleil, qui sait aussi envoyer balader royalement son monde, y compris les membres de la cours quand elle estime qu'on lui manque de respect ou qu'on se fout de sa gueule.

Ysengrin: Il préfère qu'on l'appelle Ysé, c'est plus simple selon lui. Petit prodige druidique (littéralement, environ 17 ans et il frise à peine le mètre 50), il a grandit dans une forêt a la frontière caledo-orcanienne avec un vieux druide, Feannag, président du corbeau de profession, qui a trouvé le petit quand il savait à peine alligner 2 mots et marcher. Il a finit par l'appeler Ysengrin, dit "le casque qui ricane", car Ysé est un joyeux luron depuis son plus jeune âge. Tout ce qu'il sait de la magie, il l'a appris lui même et l'a ensuite perfectionné avec son grand père adoptif. C'est un grand habitué du rassemblé du corbeau, et tout porte à croire qu'il reprendra le flambeau à la mort de son mentor. Il est spécialisé en métamorphose, les oiseaux plus particulièrement (et surtout le corbeau, bien évidemment), les sorts d'illusion et de protection. Il a appris à ses dépends qu'il n'est physiquement pas fait pour les sorts offensifs le jour où il s'est prit la foudre en pleine poire en voulant l'invoquer sur la colline d'en face. Depuis, il a une magnifique cicatrice qui lui prend tout le dos. Espiègle et farceur, il est LE ENTP, LE sidekick, LE Mushu par excellence. Academical genius but blatantly stupid. Et sa particularité est de prétendre pouvoir voir les âmes, via différentes teintes volutes zt couleurs associées à celles ci. Il aime beaucoup créer des fleurs aux couleurs des âmes qui l'ont le plus marqué.

Cráwan: OC un peu à part car il n'apparait pas à la même epoque que les trois autres zigoto, et fera plus parti de mon comics sur la quête du graal qui se deroulera après les événements d'ay'lonit, Cráwan est le fils adoptif de Wulfstan et de l'OC de Lila, Scirye, une prostituée originaire de Chine, que la saxonne a décidé de prendre sous son aile (ou plutôt, le cas échéant, dans son plumard). Comparé aux autres saxons, Cráwan est très calme et réfléchi, il se rapproche plus de son grand père Horsa (qui selon mon hc a nommé et adopté Wulfstan de la même manière que Wulfstan a nommé et adopté Cráwan). A la fin de l'adolescence, en adantant de prendre le pouvoir le jour où sa mère le lui passera, il est à la charge du commerce maritime et de la flotte saxonne de façon générale.

Je te remercie pour ton chocolat chaud, je le laisserai refroidir avant de le boire mais ce sera de bon coeur 😊

Merci encore pour ton gentil message, je te souhaite une bonne journée à toi aussi, et j'espère que mes descriptions t'aurons aidé, n'hésite pas à me renvoyer un message si tu as besoin de plus de précisions, ou tout simplement, de venir me faire un petit coucou

Des bisous à toi ❤

#le rarou #anon #kaamelott #kaamelott fanfiction #kaamelott oc #ay’lonit #ssk2022 #ssk22

[italoniponic]

I want to appreciate you cherry, Yet I'm not the best at words so let's hope this comes out better than what I thought.

Cerise, tu es tellement douée. J'adore voir vos fics et ce que vous marmonnez, c'est très surréaliste pour moi. Pas assez pour être mal à l'aise mais assez pour que je l'accueille et ce n'est pas seulement votre écriture. C'est aussi vous en tant que personne, vous avez toujours cette ambiance autour de vous, une ambiance qui réchauffe les autres (dans le bon sens) comme les rayons du soleil qui brillent sur nous.Je serai ici pour aimer vos messages, aimer vos pensées et vous aimer en tant que personne. Aujourd'hui, demain et ainsi de suite resteront les mêmes, mais comme toutes les fleurs épanouies, elles se faneront sûrement. contrairement à d'autres fleurs, vous continuez à fleurir jusqu'à ce que votre cœur soit satisfait et c'est ce qui fait de vous un bel être humain j'espère que chaque jour est juste le meilleur.

(Cherry, you are so talented. I love seeing your fics and what you mumbling about, it's very surreal to me. Not enough to be uncomfortable but enough for me to welcome it and it's not just your writing. It's also you as a person, you always have that vibe around you, an vibe that warms others (in a good way) like the rays of the sun shining down on us.I will be here to love your posts, love your thoughts, and love you as a person. Today, tomorrow and so on will remain the same, but like all blooming flowers, they will surely wither. unlike other flowers you keep on blooming until your heart is satisfied and that's what makes you a beautiful human being i hope every day is just the best)

Jajkaammla I'm not the best at explaining stuff😭😭😭 but I hope I got my thoughts through to you!

cerise mon très cher ami

je te souhaite de la joie

espoir

aimer

Et la vie

YAKOOOO <3 sweetie, thank you so much! I don't think I can handle that much appreciation lol the Jack kinnie inside of me is hiding herself bc omG, your words are the sweetest <3

also good to see that my French isn't that bad bc I picked up some of the words here and there. In Portuguese, "friend" also starts at "ami" <3 that's it, I really don't know how to answer back when people starts to say those things to me.

I also hope we can keep growing like flowers together. Blossoming, learning from our mistakes, warming people's hearts and so. Really thanks for the message <3

Vamos fazer o nosso melhor, Yako!

#cherry's reply #cherry's friends #this message is so sweet

[gargoylegrave]

French Translations

Hello ! I have also compiled all of the translations of French from my fic hold moonlight in your hands (feel heaven on earth) here just in case anyone would like to have the translations open in another tab :)

Mon amour = my love

J’ai pas envie d’avoir de pouvoir = I don't want to have power

Le pouvoir n'est pas un choix, c'est une responsabilité, mon amour = Power is not a choice, it's a responsibility, my love

Le Soleil voit mes actions, mais la Lune connaît mes secrets = the Sun sees my actions, but the Moon knows my secrets

La Lune nous rappelle que le Soleil reviendra après une nuit prolongée = The Moon reminds us that the Sun returns after a long night

Tu as des poils ici, maintenant, mon amour = You have hairs here, now, my love

Je t’aimerai toujours = I will always love you

On passe la moitié de sa vie à attendre ceux qu’on aimera et l’autre moitié à quitter ceux qu’on aime = We spend half of our life waiting for those who we will love and the other half forgetting those who we have loved

Ça t’excite quand je résiste? = It turns you on when I resist?

Si l’amour rend aveugle alors mes doigts liront ton corps en braille = If love blinds me then my fingers will read your body like braille

De deux amants l’égale flamme sait doublement les rendre heureux = The twin flame of two lovers makes them doubly happy

L'eau qui caresse le rivage, la rose qui s'ouvre au zéphyr. = The water that caresses the shore, the rose that blooms on the breeze

Mon amour, mon garçon parfait, tu me rends fou—je vais jouir = My love, my perfect boy, you're driving me bad—I'm coming

tire-moi les cheveux = pull my hair

Ça fait mal, mon amour? = does it hurt, my love?

Ça fait mal mais j'aime ça = it hurts but I love it

[lesperlescachees]

Mes lectures du moment

Bonsoir à toi, explorateur !

Aujourd'hui pour inaugurer le premier vrai post du blog, je t'offre une petite sélection de mes lectures du moment, en cours ou terminées. N'hésite pas à aller jeter un coup d'oeil !

Malheureusement, toutes les fics sont en anglais car c'est désormais la langue que je lis le plus au niveau des fanfics, néanmoins, je n'abandonnerais JAMAIS ma francophonie bien aimée !

Catch Your Own Happiness, truelovetaesawhile (MCU, Spider-Man)

Je lis cet UA depuis ses premiers chapitres et j'attends toujours avec autant d'impatience chaque nouvel update !

HYDRA!Peter est le genre d'UA que je préfère mais si on ajoute à ça le Irondad, Spiderson found family habituel là, on m'a perdue je vous le dis.

Une bonne fic plutôt sympathique qui explore avec pertinence les traumatismes d'un Peter enlevé par HYDRA et qui essaye de s'adapter au monde normal.

J'apprécie également le fait qu'il ai plus de caractéristiques d'araignées et liées à ses pouvoirs que d'habitude, c'est le genre de détail qui me plait beaucoup.

Tooth and Claw, BrickSheep (DC, Batman)

Cette fanfic est mon petit rayon de fluff et de soleil régulier.

Damian en forme de petit dragon est si adorable et l'amour que lui porte sa famille fait complètement fondre mon cœur. En plus de ça, le lore autour de cette fanfic se développe au fur et à mesure des chapitres et on peut doucement voir se dessiner une sorte d'UA fantasy super intéressant mais peu exploré car on observe tout sous le regard d'enfant de Damian.

Bref, du fluff, du love, de la mignonnerie, j'adore.

Glass, succeeding (DC, Batman)

ALORS CA ! Cette série de fics mérite sa propre chronique parce que c'est très sérieusement la série par laquelle je suis le plus obsédée depuis ces deux derniers mois.

ATTENTION !

On parle de thèmes très durs comme les abus sexuels, la dépression, tentative de suicide, santé mentale, relation abusives, mutilations etc. C'est vraiment un très gros dossier je vais pas mentir, j'ai eu souvent du mal à lire d'un seul coup certains chapitres.

J'ai aussi pleuré.

Mais si j'adore cette série de fics c'est principalement pour sa violence et sa justesse. On n'a pas juste des descriptions graphiques de traumas, non. Ici, on est totalement plongés dans la psyché du perso principal qui a subis des abus et qui montre absolument tous les aspects et les conséquences de ce genre de violences.

C'est très explicite, on a beaucoup de dialogues internes, un narrateur parfois peu fiable ce qui montre super bien l'instabilité de son état mental, mais tout est écrit avec une justesse et une finesse si parfaite que c'en est passionnant.

J'en dirais plus dans ma chronique spéciale pour cette série.

C'était mes lectures du moment à la prochaine !

#fanfic rec #mes lectures #marvel fanfic #dc fanfic #eng fanfic