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haknom · 5 months
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EXES SUCK! — PARK SUNGHOON
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SYNOPSIS ⇾ Park Sunghoon, a former figure skater, and your ex-boyfriend. He was your first love back in high school, and was also your very close childhood friend but distanced away after he left unexpectedly. Now you two don’t communicate anymore which is quite sad but debuting with your newly made friends was amazing. And to help your group with promotions, your manager suggests you to be an MC at Music Bank with another male idol after your debut, only to find out it was your ex-boyfriend, Park Sunghoon.
PAIRING ⇾ idol-ex!sunghoon x idol-fem!reader (ft. enhypen, joonie from ichillin’ as y/n, chaewon from le sserafim as kia, ningning from aespa as mei, liz from ive as daisy, wonyoung from ive as melody, and many mentions of other idols).
WARNINGS ⇾ sunghoon is delulu (what’s a kayla smau if one main character isn’t delulu???), swearing, random time stamps, inside jokes, newjeans is the groups face claim, universe’s songs are from acc kpop groups um, more will be added!
STATUS ⇾ on hold (updates are whenever!)
NOTE ⇾ this idea is like a Year old LOL… it was supposed to come out instead of bad news but then i changed my mind (idol aus were Not my thing back then) TRUST i have good hopes for this one ! — also happy early bday soph 😁
TAGLIST IS CLOSED! ❤️‍🩹
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PROFILEZ — one / two
ONE — 5ALIVE NEVER FALLING!!!
TWO — i’m Alive.
THREE — ROTY + SOTY + AOTY.
FOUR — FATE
FIVE — but the bad news …
SIX — stayc and universe crumbs
SEVEN — funny joke!
EIGHT — surprise surprise!
NINE — does she want me be honest
TEN — reaction pic kms
ELEVEN — THE FUCK???
TWELVE — you’re so fucking in love
THIRTEEN — what the fuck is going on
BONUS CHAPTER — jungwon’s damage control
FOURTEEN — villain arc?
FIFTEEN — you’re y/n right?
SIXTEEN — you never cared
SEVENTEEN — case study for delusion
EIGHTEEN — tba…
NINETEEN — tba…
more coming soon! (unreleased chapter names may change!)
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wordstome · 5 months
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the execution of lady jane grey
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I got drunk and Tiktok showed me history_alice's video about this painting by Paul Delaroche. And since God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, have some medieval executioner König x fem mc. Also, Lady Jane Grey was executed by Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), not by Henry the VIIIth (the one with the six wives), but I blended the stories just because I can.
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König doesn't ask questions.
It's never been his job to ask questions. The king points, and he does the dirty work. Most of the time, he takes pleasure in it: thieves, rapists, murderers, they all answer to his justice. And sure, a true loyal citizen might argue that he's simply enacting the king's justice, but it's König who swings the axe, is it not? In the end, König decides their fate.
In theory, anyway. In practice, this is simply his job. He keeps his head down and does what he's told. He stays quiet about the king's secret executions, the ones that happen in the dungeons instead of out in the open courtyard where the smallfolk gather to watch. It's hypocritical, honestly. They all look at König like he's a monster, some spectre of death among men, but when there's a public execution to be held, are they not the ones clamoring and pushing to be at the front?
There are some times when the king's executions are more...dubious. An advisor who voiced dissent one too many times. A thief stealing barley from the royal stables to feed his family, made an example of. A young man, just a boy really, accused of murdering four grown men—convenient, considering all four men's wives had been found in the king's bed at some point or another.
Those are the executions König prefers not to think about. The ones that haunt him in his dreams anyway. Those are the ones that make him yearn for his days in the army: when the people he killed were as faceless as his hood was to them, when he didn't know them and didn't have to think about the loved ones they left behind. König's never claimed to be a good person, the opposite in fact. But sometimes when he brings the blade down, he imagines a different, more royal neck on the block instead.
He feels this way now, as he watches her make her way to the block.
She's ethereal in her petticoat, the soft silken material reflecting what little light there is in the cold stone room and bathing her in a warm glow. Gentle and obedient into her own grave.
The king's wife. Sent to the block for treason, of all things. But everyone knows the truth: he's only killing this poor woman because he plots to put his latest mistress on the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this sweet young thing was the king's main obsession. She stood no chance at all, the daughter of a local lord currying favor with royalty. And now, she's being put to death through no fault of her own. The injustice grinds König's teeth, and takes his mind to a dark, dangerous place.
If she was his, he would never so much as let another woman cross his mind again. He's seen her about the palace grounds, with her beautiful bright eyes and lively smile, skirts trailing behind her like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. Just watching her had made him feel young again, no longer the brutish old soldier everyone averted their eyes from.
He's only spoken to her once, but he'll never forget it. He had been in her way, but she was the one who apologized. Most people would have seen the hood and backed away in fear, but not her. He watched, frozen and unable to say a single word, as she curtseyed and looked at him with, of all things, a shy curiosity. For one still, breathtaking moment, he held her gaze in his, and he felt like they were the last two people remaining on earth.
Then her lady in waiting had touched her on the elbow, and the spell was broken as they continued on their way. But König had never forgotten.
That same lady in waiting is here now, eyes puffy as she holds the queen's elaborate dress and jewelry in her lap. She had chosen to take it off, so as not to stain the expensive fabrics with her blood. How can she be so considerate of others, when the whole world has failed her so?
She turns to him, trembling like a little bird, and meets his gaze. The words come out before he can help himself.
"I beg your forgiveness," he blurts out, and almost immediately mentally scolds himself. What right does he have, of all people, to ask for her grace?
"Of course, sir," she says, her voice clear and sweet. Surely, he can't feel any more wretched than he does right now...and then she speaks again.
"I only pray you dispatch me quickly..." She turns a fearful eye to the wooden block, sitting almost innocently on top of the straw laid down to soak up her lifeblood. "Will...will you take it before I lay me down?"
"No, madam," he whispers.
She nods, and with a sudden streak of iron will, ties the blindfold about her head. König knows this is a kindness: she'll never see him coming. And yet his heart aches to see her cover up those beautiful eyes.
A loud sob comes out of the lady in waiting, watching her young mistress fumble around blindly. König's heart shatters when she lets out a little cry of confusion as the lieutenant of the prison rushes to hold her steady. "What shall I do? Where is it?"
König feels a sudden streak of anger, at the gentle way the lieutenant lowers her to the ground. The man clearly knows this is wrong, and yet will not lift a finger to help her.
Guilt strikes him yet again as he remembers that neither is he.
Or is he?
He stares down at her, this vulnerable little lamb sent to the slaughter, her pretty neck exposed for his blade, and he knows what he has to do.
The lady in waiting cries out in anguish as the blade lowers to the queen's head, causing her to gasp as the cold metal brushes against her skin. But instead of cutting her head off, König slices through her blindfold with a deft precision.
"What is the meaning of this?" The lieutenant demands as the queen scrambles from her kneeling position. König offers his arm, and she takes it, her hands warm against his sleeve as she stands up. The confusion is writ plain on her face, but her eyes shine with an innocent hope that only steels König's resolve.
"You," König says, pointing his axe at the lieutenant, who shuffles backwards nervously. "You will tell the king that she has been executed. If he asks for a body, find one: I don't care which one. And if you tell anyone what happened here today, I swear to you that I will water the earth with your blood, and the blood of every family member in your line." His eyes narrow at the lieutenant. "Do I make myself clear?" The man nods, stuck still with terror.
The queen's lady in waiting rushes forward, pressing jewels into her hands. "My lady, you will need these," she says urgently. "For wherever life takes you next." She gives König a determined look. "Take care of her, sir."
The queen's eyes go wide and round as she looks up at König. "I don't understand."
He kneels to her height, taking her hands in his. "I am taking you away from this place," he tells her, his voice low and urgent. "But you need to trust me."
She closes her eyes, and takes one deep, trembling breath before opening them again. "I trust you."
"Good." She yelps as he picks her up in his arms, hands instantly darting about his shoulders. "I am sorry, my lady, but we don't have much time."
She giggles, giggles, in his arms. "I don't mind," she says, with a mischievous little look that invites trouble. God, he is utterly fucked, isn't he?
"I can give you time, but not much," the lieutenant says. "Go!"
König doesn't need to be told twice.
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To be honest with you, I have no idea what this is. I wrote this in, like. An hour. I think a demon possessed me. I don't think I'm going to write more of this au, but who knows!
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pocketjoong · 3 months
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❥𓂃𓏧WHAT IS A SOULMATE?
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ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You and Seonghwa go on a trip across Europe and you use this as an excuse to make a little birthday video for him. But on the day of his birthday, Seonghwa feels nothing but grief as he watches the video you made for him.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!Seonghwa x fem!reader
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. angst. meet-cute. nsfw.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) NSFW! MINORS DNI. oral. fingering. unprotected sex (it’s a big no guys, please use protection and stay safe). pet names (mc is called dove). mentions of food. allusions to and mentions of a serious accident. angst. fluff.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 4.3k
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) @pyeonghongrie-main :) Here's the promised reupload hehehe
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London
Outside the confines of your hotel room, silence blankets the city much like the fog that hangs overhead. The first light of dawn is yet to break through the ink-black sky as the metropolis cradles its inhabitants in the silence of the night. This part of the city is still asleep, each soul embraced by the arms of Morpheus, awaiting daybreak to rouse them from their slumber.
Your gaze fixates on the horizon from between the sheer curtains. A pang of anticipation stirs within you, for out of all the alluring sights of nature, sunrise has always been your favourite. After all, regardless of wherever you are in the world, the sunrise is the only constant in the transient nature of life.
Today, however, as the dark black of the night fades to inky blue and splashes of pinks and purples bloom in the east, the only sight you focus on are his eyes. Seonghwa’s eyes are brighter than any galaxy and softer than the cherry blossoms that have begun blossoming on the tree just beyond the terrace. In that moment, you are happy to forego the sight of the beautiful sunrise to watch the coffee and hazel in his eyes melt to form the most gorgeous shade of brown you’ve ever seen.
It won’t be an exaggeration to say that sometimes, you feel like all of your life—each second, each breath, and each step—amounts to Seonghwa. Every decision you have ever made has been a stepping stone in your journey to meet him that one day six years ago when he was only a trainee.
Close to dawn, you had been wandering through the streets of Seoul to find a spark of inspiration for your first-ever project as a photography major. You knew  you wanted to play with the idea of light and dark meeting together to form the most beautiful of sights, and what was a better time to do so than twilight?
So there you were, braving the winter chill for a decent grade while your friends were sleeping soundly, snuggled up in their warm beds.
But it seemed that fate had other plans for you that morning. You took a sip of the coffee you’d bought from the only cafe open at this ungodly hour, forgetting for a moment that it was piping hot. With a wince, you glared at the beige paper cup as if the liquid energy had personally done something to spite you.
A snicker caught your attention, and you turned around to narrow your eyes at the person, only to freeze in your tracks. Wearing a brown, fuzzy coat coupled with dark skinny jeans, the male looked like an angel sent from heaven. The thought that he was a hallucination of your sleep-deprived and cold body crossed your mind, but you discarded the thought when he realised that you’d heard him, and he scrambled to apologise for laughing.
You didn’t know then, but your life was for him. And, it won’t be an exaggeration to say that your life is all him. As winter melted into spring and spring made way for summer, you fell in love with the colour brown: the lush cocoa of Seonghwa’s eyes, sweeter than any hot chocolate you could find, and the tan of his skin, reminiscent of the buttery sweetness of roasted chestnuts. As the weather became humid and the days turned longer, you didn’t even register the beginnings of love taking root in your heart.
It began slowly, like the dripping of water from a tap. Drop by drop, your heart filled with adoration for him. Starting with an appreciation for the awe with which he experienced the world as if doing so for the first time. Then, it became more serious: you found yourself yearning to be around him, to listen to him talk about anything and everything, to be the only one he’d think of as being worthy of his heart.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, you fell for his voice, a deep baritone with the consistency of honey that you couldn’t get enough of. And the best part? You got to hear it every day before sunrise, for that was his designated time for you in his busy schedule as a trainee and then later as an idol. Dawn was yours, had always been yours, and would always be yours as long as Seonghwa was beside you.
And so, without your knowledge, you fell in love with him bit by bit. You fell as if falling under a spell you couldn’t find a counter for. Not that you wanted to anyway, not when he was there to catch you.
A year later when spring arrived, love and hope sprouted in your heart when Seonghwa’s lips pressed against yours for the first time under the cherry blossoms. He etched himself into the deepest crevices of your soul and your heart. His touch was like that of the sun against your skin after a dark night, igniting your soul in a way that reminded you of fireworks. Under the light of dawn, as he kissed you, you learned a truth. Like the sunrise, Seonghwa is the only constant in your life.
“What are you thinking about?” His soft whisper pulls you out of your reminiscing, and you find yourself gazing into his wide eyes that are brimming with affection and curiosity.
Even after years of being with Seonghwa, the way he looks at you as if you are the one who hung the moon in the sky always floors you. Your skin tingles at the warmth and adoration in his gaze.
“You,” lost in way his thumb grazes against your waist, the word slips out of your lips without a second thought. You almost curse at yourself for being so taken with him when you see a devilish smirk pull at his lips.
“Is that so, my dove?” Chuckling, he lets himself get closer to you, if that’s even possible, considering how you’re basically pressed against him. His hands rise to cup your face, drawing you to his lips.
You lose yourself in the warmth of his mouth. His kisses are softer at first, but soon, his lips are moving insistently against yours. His teeth sink gently into your bottom lip, and he swallows the moan that leaves you almost hungrily. Seonghwa’s hand slides up the side of your body to slide your nightgown off you, exposing you to the chilly morning air.
He pulls back from you momentarily, the loss making you whine, but the protest dies in your throat when he gazes at you with nothing but love and adoration. In what little light filters through the sheer curtains, he looks ethereal with his glowing bronze skin. His dark hair is messy, and yet he manages to look as if he’d just stepped out of the pages of a manhwa. As if knowing what’s going through your head, a soft smile pulls at his lips.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he breathes, voice thick with sleep and desire.
“Like what?” You ask, your own hands finding purchase against his shoulders.
“Like I’m the damn sunrise.”
“You’re more breathtaking than any sunrise I’ve ever seen, Hwa,” you cradle his cheek in your palm, words ringing with sincerity as you gaze at your boyfriend.
Seonghwa ducks down at your words, hiding his face in your neck as you chuckle at the way he reacts to your compliment. Your amusement doesn’t last long, however, when he leans down further to lave his tongue against the marks his teeth had left against the column of your neck the night before. His teeth sink into your skin, cutting you off mid-laughter, while his palms come to cup your exposed breasts, and you find yourself arching into his touch. 
You watch Seonghwa descend the length of your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips can reach. His hands slither downwards, fingers digging into your thighs to spread your legs open for him. Bringing his mouth to your core, he smirks when you let out a broken moan, bucking into his mouth. Seoghwa keeps his eyes on you as he devours you.
“Hwa—” you choke back a moan, reaching for him with a trembling hand. You pull him to your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Want you. Please.”
“My beautiful dove.” Seonghwa breathes reverently. His hands are gentle against your waist, cradling you close to him while his lips trace their way up your jaw to meet yours in a sloppy kiss. 
As the sun rises over the Thames River, he ravishes you with a gentleness that feels like the first touch of warmth of the morning light.
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Madrid
“Are you recording me?” Seonghwa laughs, walking backwards on the sidewalk as you fumble with the camera—it’s heavier than what you’re used to—but you don’t mind because you’re more concerned about the quality of the video than anything else.
You can’t help but grin at the sight in front of you: Seonghwa in a beret and a long, dark coat that he has paired with jeans contrasts so well with the potted geraniums in front of the restaurant you had stopped to get breakfast at. The flowers herald the happiness blossoming in your chest at the sight of your lover glowing like the sun while surrounded by the the tell-tale signs of the approaching spring.
Seonghwa jokes that these flowers are blooming because it is his first time visiting Europe with you. You laugh off his silly comment, but in your heart of hearts, you can’t help but agree with him. It’s almost as if nature wants you to document the most beautiful sights while you record Seonghwa in the cities you are visiting.
Before you can answer him, something catches his eyes, and before you know it, he is dragging you to a toy store he has spotted on the other side of the road. His smile as he eagerly scours the store for something to buy reminds you of sunlight upon the tides, bright and blinding as the sun itself on the waves that lap gently at the shore.
Seonghwa makes his way to the sunglasses, trying on the goofiest ones, making you giggle. Encouraged by your laughter, he continues to make a fool of himself, pulling funny expressions for the camera and not caring if people are giving him funny looks. At one point, he tries the poison green alien sunglasses, and despite you laughing at how atrocious the design is, you can’t help but think how easily he can pull off even the most ridiculous of accessories with grace.
Behind him, you spot something that makes you gasp, and you rush to the shelves to grab one of the Toothless plushies. Turning around with purpose, you’re caught off guard by how close Seonghwa is, but you don’t let it faze you.
“Look, Hwa! I found you on the shelf,” you giggle at him, holding the plushie up so that it lines up with his face.
He rolls his eyes fondly, used to such jokes by the rest of ATEEZ and his fans. Despite that, he takes the plushie from your hands and puts it on his head, allowing you to capture him with ease. His touch is careful as he holds the plushie, similar to how he handles everything he lays his hands on. Delicate and light, he touches everything he comes across with care, and that’s one of the reasons you find him endearing—for he’s one of the few people who truly take the time to appreciate the beauty the world has to offer.
“If I’m Toothless, doesn’t that mean you’re my Light Fury?” You watch the way his eyes scan the shelves for something.
“I guess,” you shrug, chuckling as you help him in his search for a plushie of the said dragon.
“Do you think we should buy these?” Seonghwa asks, interrupting your search, and you turn to find him holding up the two plushies. He glances at the two stuffed toys—Toothless and the Light Fury—with his eyes furrowed as he weighs the pros and cons of buying both.
“You have multitudes of these back home, Hwa.” You remind him, in fact, he has so many plushies and figurines that he had to store some in your apartment because his manager had threatened that he would throw them out if he saw one more of the HTTYD-themed merch.
“But—”
“Hwa.”
“Fine, break my heart, why don’t you?” And with a pout, he places them back on the shelf reluctantly. You know he’s joking because when you gesture towards the plushies later on, he shakes his head with a smile.
Throughout the day, you explore the city with him, telling him everything you had learned about the places from the little tourist booklet you had snagged from the hotel that morning. He listens to you earnestly, watching you talk with a smile as admiration settles under his skin.
Later in the night, you find yourself in a cafe. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the scent of coffee that permeates your immediate surroundings. Since the cafe is basically empty at this time of the night, a sense of tranquillity surrounds you, much like the warm coat Seonghwa has draped over you. You watch late stragglers making their way home from their jobs through the window you’re seated against, hands curled against a warm cup of hazelnut latte.
“Dove,” Seonghwa’s quiet voice comes from next to you, causing you to snuggle into his shoulder, humming for him to continue. “Don’t fall asleep. We have to walk back to the hotel.”
“Shall we leave, then?” Stifling a yawn, you ask, causing him to nod.
He leads you out of the cafe, keeping his hand on your lower back as you walk through the sparsely populated streets. The very next moment, however, it begins to rain out of nowhere, and before you know it, you are being drenched in the downpour.
Seonghwa laughs in surprise but turns his face upwards to allow the raindrops to kiss his cheeks. Even though the world is blurred around you and your vision is warped by the drops in your eyes, you can still see him clearly. He basks in the rain, lets himself get drenched by the droplets cascading down his face, neck, and shoulders. The rain is so heavy that the raindrops make streams as they make their way down his body.
Watching him like this, you find yourself reaching out for him. As if on the same wavelength as you, Seonghwa takes your hand in his, lips curling up in a smile when you entangle your fingers with his. Reaching out, he cups your face gently, and it seems as if the world stops around you, your senses failing to register anything beyond his touch. Seonghwa trails his thumb along your lips, wiping the raindrops that have settled across your skin.
Drenched in the downpour with him, it’s easy to think of Seonghwa as the rain and yourself as the earth that craves rain after a dry spell.
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Seoul
The wallpaper drips with grief, mimicking the gloom that has taken root in his heart and doesn’t seem to want to leave. The glow of the streetlights filters through the windows and is the only source of light in his dark room. In the centre of the whirlpool of dread and darkness lies Seonghwa, curled up against the messy sheets he can’t bother to straighten.
The silence is uncanny. He’s not used to it—for years, he has shared a room with Hongjoong, and even though, more often than not, the younger male wasn’t actually there because he preferred the studio or the living room couch to the bedroom, the mere idea of sharing a room with someone always made him feel at ease. Hongjoong has been Seonghwa’s anchor in the years he roomed with him, but now alone in his room, the walls seem to press in around him like waves trying to drown him, leaving him breathless.
If Hongjoong is his anchor, you are his beacon, his guiding light, his polestar. And tonight, as his ship is battered by the biggest storm he’s ever faced, you aren’t here either. Desperately, he searches for something to ground him, but too many days and nights filled with sorrow and false optimism have built up and around him, crushing him with a weight he can’t handle anymore. When love wasn’t enough to save you, how can it be enough to help him stay afloat in the rough seas?
Outside of his room, spring touches everything with its delicate hands. For Seonghwa, however, winter still lingers, and the beautiful weather outside just irks him further. He hasn’t been in love for the last week, and even nature cannot revive him this time around. Without love in his heart, the only thing he feels is despair.
Even now, he can’t forget the way red painted his hands as you lay in his arms. Sometimes, when he squeezes his eyes shut hard enough, he can see your smile. In the very same moment, his heart opens and breaks when the image of you in his arms dances across his vision, and he dies again and again, bleeds until there’s only a shell left behind.
The beeping of his digital clock startles him. The digits read 00:00, distorted from the tears that line his lashes but never seem to fall. For a long time, he had thought today would make the pain bearable, but it persists, lingering in his heart and his room like stubborn rain clouds that linger even after the storm has passed. It is possible that you may not return to him, but he tries to remain optimistic. If he doesn’t believe you to be strong enough to fight for him, for your love, then who will? 
His phone dings, and he looks at the device for a moment. Each beep of his phone has, till now, started him into a sitting position, and every time, it has not what he expected. But foolishly, he still hopes for a miracle.
His phone dinging again with the custom notification he had set for you has Seonghwa scrambling to check his phone. It’s a scheduled email, but your name lighting up the screen renders him breathless. At the sight of your name, the storm raging around him quietens down, leaving him in calm seas. There’s a video attached with the email, and he clicks it open.
[Exterior. Mid-morning. Shots of the streets of London from a car. In the foreground, the text reads Happy Birthday, Seonghwa! A female’s voice is heard speaking in the voiceover.]
Y/N: What’s a soulmate?
[The camera pans and focuses on Seonghwa as he looks out of the window, pointing at all the things he remembers from the few times he has been there with ATEEZ for concerts.]
SH: And that’s the cafe Jongho liked a lot. He said the coffee there was amazing. We should definitely visit it after we’ve settled in hotel room, you look like you could do with some caffeine in your system.
Y/N: [laughing] Not everyone is used to sleeping in aeroplanes.
SH: [shaking his head, he sniffs as if wounded by your comments] Well, if you toured with me, you’d be used to it. You’re the only one who keeps declining when I ask you to come with me! My poor self has to live without you for months just because you won’t agree.
Y/N: Your idea of bringing me along includes you stuffing me into your suitcase. Sorry if I don’t want to be thrown around with the other luggage.
SH: [snorting] It’s your fault for being so small.
Y/N: [sighing] Whatever, Hwa.
[Midday. The video cuts to a shot of Seonghwa walking along the Thames river. He has his arms wrapped around himself. The sky is covered with fluffy clouds, and one can tell that spring is fast approaching with the way little green buds are seen on the trees in the background.]
Y/N: It’s a… Well, it’s like a best friend, but more.
SH: It’s so cold!
Y/N: Should we go and get something to warm us up from the cafe you pointed out earlier? I think it’s close to where we are right now.
[The video cuts to the two of you inside the cafe. The camera is placed on one side, allowing it to capture both Seonghwa and you. You’re laughing at Seonghwa, who took a sip from your iced americano and immediately made a face at the taste. The video skips a bit and Seonghwa can be seen humming along to the music from the speakers while you watch him, enraptured by his vocals.]
Y/N: It’s the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else.
[The video cuts again. This time, Seonghwa is in a hotel room, standing against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower and posing goofily while you are laughing in the background. He waddles over to the camera, forcing you to put it on the table as he twirls you around, dancing to a song he’s humming.]
Y/N: It’s someone who makes you a better person.
[The video cuts to a closeup of Seonghwa’s head in your lap as you sit on the couch. He’s sleeping soundly while you run your fingers through his soft hair. His lips quirk upwards in a smile, causing you to halt your motions, but a whine from him has you resuming your actions.]
Y/N: [soft whisper] Did I wake you up?
SH: [hums and shakes his head] Not really… [yawns] I wasn’t fully asleep.
[There’s silence for a while as Seonghwa shifts around to get comfortable.]
SH: I love you.
Y/N: That was so random, Hwa.
SH: Hey! You’re supposed to say you love me too!
Y/N: [snorting] I love you, you overgrown child.
SH: I’ll have you know that’s Wooyoung.
Y/N: Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll bite your arm off or something.
SH: [laughing hard]
Y/N: Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself… because they inspire you.
[The video cuts to Seonghwa amidst the geraniums in Madrid before he drags you to the MINISO. His shenanigans from the store can be seen, with him wearing goofy sunglasses and playing with the Night Fury plushie.]
Y/N: A soulmate is someone who you can carry with you forever.
[Seonghwa can be seen busking with a guy playing the guitar. He sings Angel Baby by Troye Sivan, smiling wide when you start swaying one of your hands in beat with the music, causing people to follow your actions. When he’s done, people come up to him, telling him that he’s an amazing singer, and he thanks everyone with a bashful smile while watching you look at him with a look of pride on your face.]
Y/N: It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you… Believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. 
[Seonghwa excuses himself from the crowd and makes his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your frame and sways the two of you as the busker starts crooning a song in Danish.]
SH: Thank you for always believing in me, dove. Especially when I didn’t believe in myself.
Y/N: [smiling] I love you, and I’ll cheer you on, especially during the darkest days.
Y/N: And no matter what happens, you will always love them. 
[The camera pans to you in your editing studio, and you wave at the camera with a smile on your face.]
Y/N: It’s quite late [glancing at the clock on your desk], 3 a.m. to be precise, and I’m working on your birthday video. [Laughs] I hope you like this little video I put together with clips from our trip to Europe. Give me a call once you’re done watching this. I love you so much, Hwa! Happy Birthday, my star!
Y/N: Nothing can ever change that.
Seonghwa wipes his tears, sniffing as he gets up from the bed. With a meticulousness characteristic of him, he goes through the motions of dressing up to pay you a visit. That’s the only thing that seems to make sense, so with bleary eyes and heavy feet, he walks through the deserted streets of Seoul.
The staff members at the hospital allow him to see you, used to his untimely visits. The nurse watching over you gives him a sad smile and leaves him alone with you when he enters your room. He notes that the pallor that had settled beneath your skin is now fading, albeit slowly. 
Maybe you’re getting better? But you still haven’t woken up, and seeing your face, he finds himself falling, falling through the memories of the day of the accident. His eyes close of their own accord, and he sighs, trying to get those images out of his mind. Unable to stop his thoughts, he relives the day all over again.
Logically, he knows the accident isn’t his fault but of the person who was behind the wheel.
Or maybe it was, the voice in his mind tells him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can’t forgive himself for the events that led up to the accident. If he hadn’t called you to pick him up from the company that night when it was raining, you’d be safe in his arms, celebrating his birthday with him.
No, it wasn’t. Seonghwa desperately wants to believe his own words. But there’s still that small voice of doubt that rears its ugly head, and before he knows it, fresh tears are rolling down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Seonghwa is too emotionally exhausted and too choked to speak any louder. “My dove, I’m so sorry for this whole mess. I’m sorry. Please wake up soon. I can’t do this alone—I can’t live without you. Please. I love you.”
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p8rasite · 8 months
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PAGTINGIN ˳ A KIM JIWOONG SMAU !
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DIRECTOR’S CUT.. it’s official! kim jiwoong has finally landed a main role; the breakthrough of his career. but while he and his co-star get along splendidly, is there a possibility that their reel feelings can become real? or shall we say, can their perspectives be shifted—their pagtingin of each other?
CAST.. actor! kim jiwoong x actor! mc ft. zb1’s hyung line, stray kids’s minho, ateez’s lua & pandora’s aster.
AND, ACTION.. slice of life, fluff, possible angst, attempted comedy (warnings will be included per chapter).
TAP THE MIC.. no. one. say. anything. honestly i’m terrified. my history with smaus is.. appalling, but i want to give it a go again. and jiwoong makes the perfect sacrifice so ❤️ !!
FANBASE.. @stealanity @rickyschicky @i520u @taerrrrrae @justemalove @mins-fins @zerobaseonefics @hikarii02 @jinkiseason @binchanluvrr + send an ASK if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
MENTIONS.. ep i. pagtingin + ep ii. pt thoughts + ep iii. pt updates (this layout from here on out is inspired by heeracha)
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PROFILES.. twitter for dummies jiwoong 𖦹 caffeine rush ride
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. ONE : the one with Sung Hanbin of Tourism
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. TWO : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. THREE : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. FOUR : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. FIVE : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. SIX : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. SEVEN : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. EIGHT : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. NINE : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. TEN : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EP. ELEVEN : untitled
⠀  ❥  . .  EPILOGUE : untitled
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P8RASITE, 2023. do not steal because i can and will bite. 
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radicallxser · 4 months
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since you guys asked so nicely-
here's this?? idrk sorry
general leo x feral momma reader !! (romantic yan, sorry also warning for pregnancy, mc is mentioned to have carried then birthed a child)
some headcanons and then a little somethings in between:
•your village is a small, relatively tight knit one.
•you're main job is to help tend to the elderly woman who serves as the village's oracle of sorts.
•your family has traditional values, you're not very close but love them bc ofc you do! they're family.
•ofc, bc your family loved you sooo much, they married you off without your permission.
•they loved you tho!
•so off you went, barely an adult, to live with the boy you wed. he was kind enough, you remember playing in the river with him and some others as children.
•but you cannot bring yourself to love him.
•your parents visit one day while your husband is out, and they chide you for not having children.
•just look at your sister! she's happily married with four and a half!
•after some pressure, you give in and confront your husband about having a child. he's on board, ofc.
•so skip forward a bit and now you have a few month old slung on your back comfortably (for her, atleast)
•you're tending to a horribly sick oracle, when she snatches up your hand suddenly and rasps a prophecy in your ear.
•"blood will be shed, a man will ride in, railed by beasts. you will stop them. you have to stop them."
•with that, she closes her glassy eyes and drifts back to sleep.
•a fear settles in your bones, but you shake it off for now.
•three moon cycles pass in peace. then chaos.
•the morning had started off oddly. your daughter, a small girl despite her six months, did not cry as a wake up call for you.
•you swaddled her, then set her in a sling as normal and headed to the oracle's home.
•the old woman hobbled up to you, sickly as she was. she spoke of danger, then thunder shook the ground beneath you.
•a legion of men on horseback came crashing through the forest, then men on foot.
•your eyes widened and the ache in your bones returned, the oracle has whispered something about a tree and safety and you bolted.
•you cradled the babe in your arms, running as fast as your body could take you. you found a sturdy, tall climbing tree and started up the branches.
•you watched the men draw closer and then your village's men approached.
•then the blood shed began.
•you watched your father and brothers be cut down. your husband's head rolled from where it was cut from his shoulders.
•not once did your daughter stir.
•the battle waged on, you watched women you'd known be scooped up or tied and thrown around like cattle.
•you had to squeezed your eyes shut, then your baby began to stir.
•not screams, rather coos and giggles at a man who barked orders out just below your tree of safety.
•you watched the man's head turn up at the sound, and realized that was a beast, not a man.
•the beast grinned up at you, then dismounted his horse and started for the tree's trunk.
•your throat went dry and you curled around your baby even more.
•that thing was a gorgeous beast, who began to ascend the branches faster than you've ever seen. his eyes were marked red with what you assumed to be blood.
•his eyes were intelligent and piercing as the swirled with mirth at the sight of you.
•he grew closer still, there was nothing you could do. not with the baby in your arms.
•he cooed something in a language you didn't understand, then frowned when you shifted away from him.
•he began climbing again, then reached up with his impossibly large hands, hands of a titan.
•he tapped your cheeks then made an odd noise in his throat.
•you reacted quickly out of fear.
•you watched the man, recoil from your kick quickly. then he looked back up.
•his face was flush, blood dripped from his nose and pooled at his lips, where he licked it off. there was a noticeable mark where your foot had connected with his face.
•he lurched quickly, dragging you and the child into his arms.
•and then the goddamned beast leaped from the tree with not so much a growl and landed perfectly on the ground.
•he placed you on an impossibly large black stallion, and it occured to you that this was his horse.
•before you could react, he set your baby gently back in your arms and swung up onto the horse from behind you.
•your bones ached and your heart dropped as he yelled more commands and then the army took before him, and he hurried after.
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kristinamae093 · 9 months
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Ghosted
Ghosted - I Finally See (Chapter Six)
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Series Summary - Prince Liam fell for Riley Brooks hard and fast. A marriage filled with love and devotion was within his reach. But everything changed when she vanished just before the end of the social season. As everyone voices their concerns regarding her scandalous departure, a confession from an unlikely source turns Liam's world upside down and makes him question everything around him.
Book/Pairing - TRR - Liam x MC (Riley Brooks)
A/N1 - This AU starts right before the beginning of the engagement tour. There is a two-month lapse between the coronation and where we pick up, but we will stray from canon. Please excuse any errors found.
A/N2 - Huuuuuuugest of shout outs to @ao719, who helped me tweak this mood board a little bit (twice 🤣🥹😘)
Characters belong to Pixelberry
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Rhonda led the three of them along the path to the west grounds. At one point, that is where all major events were held in Applewood. However, over the years, the Royal family decided it was best to move all festivities to the front of the estate, as it was bigger in acres and much closer to the main building.  
The area was then practically forgotten about. There was housing for some of the staff, a couple of sheds, and a few stray apple trees, but nothing else. Liam hadn't been on the west grounds specifically since he was a child and would play hide and seek with Leo out there. He always found the best spots to hide, Leo practically never found him. 
They followed until Rhonda stopped at an older, weathered shed toward the edge of the estate property. It appeared to be practically abandoned; the paint was chipping off the sides and the roof missed several shingles. It looked like a scene from a horror movie, and Liam felt his skin turn cold and raise with goosebumps as they approached the structure. 
Rhonda turned to face them. "This is the one..."
"Don't you dare go anywhere? Do you understand me?" Liam growled. 
Rhonda didn't say a word but nodded her head rapidly. She took a few steps away but stood where they could see her even after they entered the structure. 
Olivia glanced down and saw a padlock securing the doors closed. She reached out and grabbed it. "A lock? Seems like someone doesn't want us to find what's in there." 
"How are we gonna get it open?" Drake asked. 
Olivia laughed before she responded, "Oh, don’t you worry about that, you simpleton." and pulled a small dagger out of her sleeve. She leaned forward and started working the blade into the keyhole.
After a couple of minutes, Drake grew restless. "I know this may come as a surprise to you, but not everything is solved with knives." He huffed. 
Just as the words left his mouth, Olivia stood and turned to face him with a smirk on her face, lock in hand. "You were saying?" Drake shook his head and muttered a few obscenities under his breath. 
The trio stood and stared at the doors for what felt like an eternity; nobody wanted to make that first move. After so long with so many unanswered questions, the anxiety of what could lie ahead was felt heavily by all three. 
Finally, Olivia reached for the door and swung it open. They were indeed looking at all of Riley's stuff; all her clothes, hygiene products, knick-knacks, everything was piled directly in front of them. Olivia entered first and started searching for anything of relevance. Drake followed close behind, but Liam remained cemented in place with his mouth agape. 
Liam convinced himself that Riley intentionally left because she took all of her belongings with her. To him, that meant her departure was premeditated; she had to have thought enough in advance to have her things packed so she could make her escape. 
But as Liam stood in front of the open shed, he confirmed the gut feeling he had been ignoring all along was validated. Any and every bit of resolve he had left crumpled as he took those first steps into the structure before him. 
Liam entered slowly and looked around. He stopped when he saw Riley’s ceramic cardinal and picked it up. She said it reminded her of her grandfather who had passed away, so having it meant he was exploring new horizons with her. She had the trinket in her pocket during the Regatta, Liam recalled her telling him her grandfather had a love of boats, so she had to bring it with her for the day. He held it in his hands for a moment before he gently squeezed it, and placed it back where he found it. 
Liam continued his search and stumbled upon her tortilla blanket; he smiled as he picked it up and held it to his nose to inhale a deep breath. He hadn’t understood why Riley had such a random item, but he didn’t dare question her. The one time he saw her wrapped up in it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 
Liam went to her door early one morning to escort her to breakfast, however, Riley wasn't expecting him. He knew it wasn't proper, but he couldn't help himself; he wanted to spend any and every spare second he had with her. 
When Riley answered the door, she was wrapped in her blanket with her glasses sliding down her nose; her hair sat piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, although it appeared to have shifted more to the side during her slumber. The smile she gave as her cheeks flushed completely stunned Liam where he stood. She looked immaculate in all the ball gowns with her makeup and hair perfectly done, but she had never been more beautiful to him than at that moment.
Liam shook his head in an attempt to steady himself but could feel his eyes burn with unshed tears. He quickly put the blanket down where he found it and continued. 
As Liam resumed his trek, he stumbled upon a book or binder of some sort. The front and back surfaces were completely covered in different multicolored stickers. He opened it and realized it was not a binder, but a photo album. 
Liam looked through the pictures with trembling hands. He saw photos of Riley as a baby with her parents, holidays, birthdays, sports, prom; practically her entire life in images. Toward the end, he found laminated funeral programs for family members Riley had lost. 
Liam closed the album and wiped the tears from his cheeks that had unwillingly fallen. He knew Riley was a very sentimental person and would not have left this stuff behind purposefully. These things meant the world to Riley; her most cherished possessions, the things she was most proud of. It was one of the things that made Liam fall in love with her; in his world, all everyone cared about was power and prestige, but she cared about moments and making memories. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, she would not have left these things behind of her own volition. 
Liam began to feel insurmountable rage, but couldn't ignore the all-consuming guilt that engulfed his conscience for turning a blind eye; especially knowing she could have been hurt before she left, or, that could have been why she left. More than that, he hadn't believed in Riley the way his friends did. He needed to be convinced to believe in her. 
Drake had been observing Liam look through the photo album. In their many years together, he thought he had seen Liam at his lowest, but the man Drake was looking at now was unrecognizable; the defeat and guilt he felt were clear as day. When Drake saw him wipe his cheeks, his heart broke even more for his friend than it had been the past two months. 
Drake approached Liam and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Liam…" He softly spoke. 
Liam sniffed. "What for? I should be thanking you. Without your persistence, I never would have opened my eyes…" He trailed off and shook his head as more tears unwillingly fell. 
"Don't do that, Liam." Liam looked at Drake with a confused expression. "I can see it written all over your face. You're feeling guilty. You can't do that to yourself, man. I know it's hard, but you have to look forward. Don't dwell on what's already happened."
Liam scoffed. "That's easy for you to say. You didn't need to be convinced to believe in her. You didn't turn your back on her like I did..."
"If I was in your shoes I probably would have reacted the same way. You thought she abandoned you! I'd be devastated too! Then to see her in the tabloids two days later, I'd've been fucking livid! You might be a King, but first and foremost you're a man. You are allowed to make mistakes!" Drake emphasized. 
"But this isn't just any mistake! This is the love of my life, and I didn't see through this sooner?"
Drake sighed. "When me and Olivia told Max, she had to bring us back because we were doing the same shit you're doing right now." He shook his head. "I know it's hard, but you can't dwell on what you did or didn't do back then. We won't get anything solved that way. We gotta focus on what we do now."
Liam shook his head. "I just can't believe this is happening…"
"I know. It's a lot to take in. But I'm glad you're with us now." Drake smiled. 
"I swear to you, I will not rest until I find the truth. Someone is going to answer for this," Liam responded with a determined expression. 
Drake embraced Liam, "I know." and patted him on the back. 
"Thank you for being a great friend, Drake. I’d like to apologize for losing my temper with you earlier." Liam said as he returned the embrace. 
"Don't worry 'bout it. I'm just so fuckin' happy you're finally listening to yourself." Drake spoke as he stepped away. 
“Guys?” Olivia’s voice rang out from the other side of the shed, where they had not ventured to yet. 
Drake and Liam approached her and noticed her troubled expression. She was crouched on the ground as she searched through a tote that was filled with Riley's things. Olivia stood and held a black trash bag in her hands. She reached in and pulled out a balled-up piece of fabric, carefully unfolded it, and spread it open wide for Liam and Drake to see. 
Liam took the fabric from her hands. He realized he was holding a dress, but it was ripped and torn in multiple places. Some portions dangled, others completely detached. He knew he recognized it, but couldn't precisely place where he had seen it. 
The dress was white with a pink flower pattern, about mid-thigh length. It had ruffles at the bottom and a silky heart neckline at the top, which is where the tears appeared to be more prominent as well as the fabric being noticeably stretched out. The midsection had a brown leather belt sewn into its design, but portions of that had been shredded as well. 
Olivia noticed a specific area of the dress that was stuck together. She tentatively reached her hand out and grabbed the fabric and pulled, which separated the garment and revealed a large reddish-brown stain. It covered a portion of the back just above the ribs, and small spots on other areas of the dress. She reached out and lightly ran her finger over the large spot and felt that the surface was dry and hardened.
She grabbed the dress from Liam’s hands and spun it around to show him and Drake, both of their eyes widening within seconds. 
As Liam stood and stared at the back of what was left of the dress, his heart suddenly plummeted to the depths of his stomach as he realized where he recognized it from. “That’s…” He swallowed thickly. “that’s the dress she was wearing… at the jamboree…” He whispered. 
Drake bent down and picked up the bag. He opened it and saw other small pieces of the dress and even the stockings she had worn with it that night. He closed the bag and handed it to Liam with a heartbroken expression. 
Liam took the bag from Drake’s hands and peeked inside. He already knew what was in there, but looking confirmed it. Although they were unsure as to whose blood was on the dress, they could only conclude it was Riley's. 
Liam suddenly realized the maid who led them there, Rhonda, was still outside. He snatched the dress from Olivia’s hands and threw it into the bag. He turned and strode with deadly intent to where she stood outside the shed. 
Liam practically threw the bag at Rhonda, “Have you ever seen this?” He growled. 
She looked into the bag with wide eyes, “I– I– ” she stammered.
“ANSWER ME!" Liam yelled as he once again stood over the much smaller woman. 
"I– I found it on the floor. I don't know where it came from! All I did was throw it into the bag!" 
"So you find a bloodied dress, and instead of immediately reporting it to someone, anyone, you just throw it into a bag like it's nothing?!" 
Rhonda frantically shook her head. "I didn't know-" 
"BULLSHIT! It's blood! Do you really need a fucking technical course to tell you to use your brain?!" Liam yelled. 
Bastien heard Liam from his position a little ways away, and quickly rounded the corner and approached him with a curious expression. "Is there a problem here, sir?" 
"YES, there's a problem here! Look inside there, do you see that?!" Liam hollered without once breaking his attention away from the woman in front of him.  
Bastien glanced past Drake to the shed behind him. He briefly met eyes with Olivia, who remained inside searching. She arched her brow as she met his gaze, but he quickly turned back to Liam.  "What would you like me to do, sir?"
"She knows something…" Liam growled as he stalked toward the woman little by little. 
Liam stood to his entire height and squared his shoulders. He looked down at Rhonda over his nose; he puffed his chest out, only slightly, but enough to project his dominance over her. “I am giving you one last opportunity to tell me the truth. Failure to do so will result in you being placed in the custody of the Cordonian Royal Guard until you feel it’s acceptable to tell your King the truth.” He demanded in an authoritative voice.
Rhonda audibly inhaled a sharp breath, almost as if she had been hit in the gut. Her eyes welled with tears as she held her trembling hands together. “Your Majesty I swear to you on my children’s lives I know nothing else!” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Please don’t take me from my kids! Please! I’ve told you everything I know! I'm so sorry I never said anything! P–please!” She cried as she lost herself in a fit of hysterics. 
Liam stood over Rhonda while she sobbed, his mind reeling. He wanted to believe she knew more, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized whoever did this didn't let this lowly maid in on their master scheme; she was only a pawn. The likelihood of her knowing more than she had already told them was low, and she had given them the biggest lead yet in showing them where all of Riley's things were. 
Even though he remained enraged, Liam crouched down in front of the woman and spoke in the softest tone he could force. "I will not take you from your children. I apologize for making barbaric threats to you. However, I need to make sure there's nothing else that you could tell us about that night."
Rhonda sniffed. "N–no, sir. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner but I was worried about getting in trouble for snooping because I need this job to support my kids and–"
Liam held up his hand to stop her rambling. "For future reference, if you believe a guest could have been injured you are to call my office immediately and report it to me. Am I clear?"
"Y–yes sir." 
"This is a delicate situation, and your utmost discretion is required. You can not tell anyone we were here, or searching Lady Riley's things. Do you understand?" Rhonda quickly nodded her head. Liam stood from his crouched position and reached down and extended a hand to help her stand. "You are free to go, but please, if you remember anything else or see something suspicious, call my office."
"Shall I escort her back to the estate, sir? I'd like to ask her a few questions as well." Bastien asked, his eyes never once leaving the maid.
"Of course, Bastien. Thank you."
As Bastien led Rhonda away, Olivia reemerged from the shed. She found something that piqued her interest; it was a long shot, but she hoped perhaps her sudden hunch could poke yet another hole in the ordeal. 
Olivia approached Liam, who stood beside Drake with his hands balled at his sides watching Bastien and the maid fade away. She cleared her throat and the two turned to face her; she handed Liam a blank envelope and said nothing. 
He opened it and quickly scammed its contents; it was a letter from Riley to her grandma. She had told Liam about her letters home because her grandma wasn't smart with technology and didn't have a cell phone, but Riley wanted to stay in contact. There was no date, although it had been signed at the end. The text held no relevant information, aside from Riley retelling certain portions of her time in Cordonia, the last being their trip to the ancient ruins. 
As he reached the bottom paragraph, he felt like his already dismembered heart was ripped from the confines of his chest and tossed onto the ground in front of him, leaving it for anyone and everyone to openly stomp on.
I really don't know if I would make a good Queen, but I know I can do anything with Liam by my side. He’s the most amazing person I've ever met and makes me feel like I could do anything, and I would do anything to be with him. It might seem fast, but I can feel it in the depths of my soul; he is my forever. 
Liam took a deep, shaky breath to keep himself calm. The guilt was piling up, but he refused to let that dam open, not now. Their next move had to be calculated and precise, and he was more determined than ever to find her and ensure her safety. "Why are you showing me this?" He quietly asked Olivia.  
"I can't confirm, because I didn't see the note that was left in her room, but I know both of you did. So I just wanted to ask, does the handwriting match?" 
Liam took another good look at the paper; the one left in her room was short, so there was hardly anything to compare. Looking at this script in his hands, a few things did stand out. 
"The s's are different, and the r's as well." Liam pointed to the paper. "On this, every single one has some kind of a swirl on it, not to mention its continuous cursive. The one left in her room was just plain print writing."
"And this one is signed Riley instead of R," Drake added.
"Do you still have that original letter?" Olivia asked. 
"I… don't." Liam looked away from them and rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh… I couldn't stand to have it anymore. I told Bastien to dispose of it…."
Olivia arched her brow. "I take it you did the same with her phone?" Once again, Liam avoided eye contact but subtly nodded his head. She felt her irritation rise at Liam's stupid decisions while in his state of denial, but opted to keep her comments within; even though he was fighting to keep it hidden, Olivia could tell he was already feeling the effects of his refusal to see the truth. "Well, we should at least check with him and see if he still has them; we can compare the letters and see if there's a chance they match." She sighed.  "Other than that, what's our plan?" 
Liam was quiet for a long moment. His mind raced as he tried desperately to figure out where to go from here. They didn't have a lead as to who could have been responsible or any information regarding the scandal. The most evident thing to be found was the chilling revelation that someone hurt Riley in some way and a potentially falsified letter, otherwise, they had no solid leads. 
Liam ran his hand down his face before he responded, "To start, I'll ask Bastien if he happened to keep those things. Otherwise, we need to begin a search for Tariq and Riley. Since the person in that photo you showed me can't be identified, they're the only two who know what actually happened. I'll have Bastien begin at once."
"The time I spent investigating by myself I tried to locate Tariq to question him, but he's gone." 
"I'll have Bastien double-check, just to make sure he hasn't gotten sloppy and left a trace somewhere."
"Are you thinking Tariq did all this?" Drake asked. 
"At this moment, no. We've known Tariq most of our lives and we all know he's not smart enough to do this." Drake and Olivia nodded their heads in agreement. “I have a feeling he could have been used in achieving someone else’s agenda, but as to who could be responsible, I don’t have a clue.” 
"What do you think their ultimate plan was?"
Olivia snickered. "I shouldn’t be surprised you can't figure it out, considering your brain is the size of a walnut." 
"Oh yeah? Enlighten us."
"Gladly," Olivia smirked. "Liam clearly wanted to pick Riley, that was no secret. Since Liam and I have been friends since we were children, I was obviously the second choice." She rolled her eyes but continued. "So whoever this person is formulated a plan to eliminate the two of us, leaving only Madeleine."
"There were other suitors." Drake retorted. 
"Oh, please." Olivia scoffed.  "Madeleine was technically the most prepared beforehand, the others weren't even in the contest." 
"But why go through all this, though?" Drake motioned to the shed. 
"I don't actually have any idea why her things are stored here, yet. Otherwise, I can only assume they wanted to push the idea that Riley left to be with Tariq. First, remove her from the situation. Next, let Liam sit and stew for a few days contemplating why she left. Lastly, release a scandal; let everyone assume she was a harlot being swept away by another."
"And I played right into it, just like they knew I would," Liam growled as he shook his head. "It was important they cemented the theory because whoever did this knew I would continue looking for her without the scandal. They needed to give me a reason to abandon that search, despite all the signs, and I did…"  Liam looked away and forcefully tensed his jaw. 
"I could be wrong, Liam… We really don't know much, yet." Olivia said in a surprisingly tender voice. 
Liam sighed. "For now perhaps it's best if we lock this back up and reconvene after the Apple Banquet. That will give Bastien a day or so to start the search; we can see where we stand then?" 
Drake and Olivia nodded, but Drake needed to ask Liam a question that had popped into his mind whilst they searched the shed and wouldn't leave. "Hey, Li?" 
"Hm?" 
"...What about the tour?" 
Liam remained silent for a moment before he quietly answered. "I know it may not make sense to either of you, but the tour has to continue. First, I feel it will make investigating this easier. Clearly, something happened that night, but everything must go on as planned to avoid raising suspicion. Second…" He trailed off and looked away from Drake's curious gaze. "If we can't prove someone plotted to get Madeleine on the throne, I will have to go through with the wedding. There is nothing I can do about that, aside from abdicating." 
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Olivia howled with laughter, which earned her a steely glare from Liam and a curious one from Drake. "Liam, you're the fucking King. You act as if you answer to all these people, but they answer to you. You're the one calling the shots, not them! If you don't want to marry her, then don't."
"I wish it were that simple, Olivia, but it's not. I have to take a Queen! Stability, above all–"
"Oh, my God!" Olivia exclaimed. "Am I talking to fucking Constantine or Liam?" 
Liam could only stare at her with a stunned expression. Drake, however, had to hide his laugh with a cough; he had thought that same exact thing every time he heard Liam utter that statement.
Olivia continued. "I'm not trying to be insensitive, because I understand you want to do what's best for the country. But marrying Madeleine is not what's best for you or Cordonia." 
Liam remained silent. Drake stepped forward after a moment and placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder. "You don't have to decide right now, just think about it, okay?" 
Liam could only nod his head, as his mind refused to form a coherent sentence. After everything that had revealed itself that day, nothing made sense. He quickly dipped back inside the shed and grabbed Riley's blanket, cardinal, and photo album. Drake and Olivia gave him a curious glance as he emerged from the shed with the items, but he didn't care; he wanted to take these things with him so he could feel close to her again, and hopefully return them if he could ever find her. 
Olivia placed the bag with the dress back inside the tote where she found it and secured the lock back in place; she slipped Riley's letter into her pocket for safekeeping, hoping and praying Bastien kept the one left in her room to compare.
The trio made their way back to the main estate as the sun was setting on the horizon. All three's minds were overflowing with questions, assumptions, accusations, and a wide variety of scenarios, all of which revolved around one thing: what happened to Riley Brooks? 
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aurelim · 6 months
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Master Post
As I have a lot of posts and am likely to add more, I figured I should create a master post for the entire blog.
Last updated: 3/8/24
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DEMO 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 INTRO POST 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 FAQ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 RO INFO
As the Ocean Lures is a 16+ interactive novel about being a Merfolk. Currently, the demo has the entirety of the prologue and chapter one.
You can find discussions of the game in general under the following tags: #As the Ocean Lures, #atol, or #atol ros
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DEMO ★ INTRO POST ★ FAQ ★ CHARACTER INFO
ST4RDOM is a 17+ game about going on your first world tour with your k-pop group ST4RDOM. MC is genderlocked female. No demo.
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GAME 🕸️ INTRO POST
Among the Haunted is a game created for Halloween 2023! A collaboration between Aurelia Lim and Alby Writes Fiction, the game is centered on you, a single parent, raising two kids while celebrating the spooky day your own way. The game is currently released, but will go through updates once the jams are finished!
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Interactive fiction games you can expect to see in the future:
A Greek mythology about being a deity who has fallen out of grace with the gods. The only way they can redeem themselves is by collecting twelve items throughout Greece to prove themself worthy. Also, they have to do it all as a mortal. More updates coming soon.
A slice-of-life summer break about going to the seaside and discovering one's self. There will be six characters who will appear recurrently in the sleepy town of Seaside Point, all of whom the main character will have to leave once vacation is over. More updates soon.
A dark academia-inspired murder mystery about attending a boarding school with its secrets. There will be murder (of course) and three classmates who will assist the main character in solving the crimes. More updates soon.
A slice-of-life about letting go of a loved one when it hurts. It follows the main character and their significant other as they take one final journey across the country. Their loved one is dying and there is no cure. Experience heartache along the way, cherish the sweet moments, and perhaps learn to let go. More updates soon.
A slice-of-life mystery about discovering a message in a bottle leading to a time capsule from the Roaring '20s. With the assistance of friends, finding it will never be easier. More updates coming soon.
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About Me
Asks: Feel free to ask me any questions about the game!
Prompts: You can send prompts for any character(s)! My only rule is that there is no kinks or NSFW...for now. Speaking of...
NSFW: One of the reasons why I hesitate on adding sexual content to the game warnings is because I'm unsure whether or not there will be explicit content. But if I have a change of heart I will update the warnings and announce it. For now, I will keep it off-limits.
Submits: You can submit a post to this blog. If you do, I ask that it does not contain inappropriate topics! That should be a general rule for everything listed above.
Messages: You can submit a message to me if you think there should be x content in the game or ways to improve ATOL. I am very likely to respond back.
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writing-by-mimi · 1 year
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  The Run- Lucifer
Alpha!Lucifer x Female!Omega!Mc
Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.
   He's furious.
      You shouldn't be here. How such a negligent mistake was made... all he can hear is his blood thrum in his ears as he clenches his fist. Someone will swing for such a mistake being made. He'll see to it himself.
    It's forced him into such a position.
     He either takes his Dove on the forest floor for all to witnesses, or watches as a stranger savagely claims you.
     There are so many reasons he's never approached you about such things. You are an exchange student for one, mixing business and pleasure never works out. You're human, and as the Avatar of Pride, taking any sort of human lover will negatively affect his reputation.
     The pacts are one thing, the house of Lamentation is responsible for your safety, requested by the Prince himself. Not only that, but he gets part of your soul when you die. Any demon that has seen you understands. You're soul shines so radiant, softly illuminating wherever you go and lighting up the Devildom.
    It's how he's already located you in the flower field while the Etherals finish the seeding. Your radiance has always been eye-catching, but now among the flowers your presented for every dominant Alpha in the kingdom to be viewed. Sleeping soundly under the small creatures enchantments while lustful eyes scan your body.
     The Alphas in Rut are already so riled. Speaking of your supple thighs as the Etherals continue to dance and sing around you. They speak of how they'll ruin you. Treat you with a wild roughness you won't appreciate from strangers as they rip your gown apart and sink their fangs into your neck. They know not control or safety for your wellbeing, or even enough rational thought to think of who they speak about standing next to him.
     They even speak of holding their dominance over you to make you do things. Control him and his brothers, make you order them to serve your 'Alpha'.
    You're nothing but a pawn and play thing in their eyes, and they plan to rip you apart at your seams and make you suffer while they take such glee in a pretty little trophy. An Omega who holds power over the Lords...
      His rut has made no indication of starting. It will help him make more informed decisions and allow him to outwit those that would try to claim you. If he can stave off Rut, he might not be forced to take you on the forest floor, but be allowed to try and find a way to remove you from The Run, or atleast keep you pure from those that would use you.
     He's thought about it many times. Inviting you out to Ristorante Six for a quiet meal. Taking you to an Opera...even taking you home and into his bedroom. His hands traveling your body lightly, making you moan and submit for him with even the gentlest of touches. You'd do so well, and with just a bit of guidance he could make you into a living dream. An Omega who knows obedience and strives to do thier best to please. Looking up to him with your big doe eyes as you're on your knees in front of him ready and so needy to take his commands...
     He let's out a growl and pushes the thoughts from his mind. You're human. Simply a pact mate. As the Avatar of Pride, such thoughts have always confused him. He knows not to lay with you. Your human body so fragile, weak. He's reputation and status to maintain. It is very obvious... Yet he's seen your most vunerable. Even as a small human you've stood against him and held your head high, following your heart in the pursuit if doing 'what's right' time and time again.
      You almost killed yourself because of it. To try and spare him, a demon whose main goal during your stay is to twist and sully your soul...
     The thought still unsettles him. You so willing to die, turning the blade on yourself as not to bring him harm, to keep him in this world with his family. You tried it with a smile, all for him.
     It's an action that's kept him up more nights than he can count and started such wild emotions in his chest. Thinking of the strong little human, defiant and forging a way through the world that works for you... of how you show your love and devotion so easily to him...
      Everything you've accomplished since that night has slowly etched itself into him. Every sense of pride and hope to go farther slowly trickling through his pact mark and driving him to the point where he even stroked his erection to your feelings of pride.
     It's only gotten worse as times gone by. You've a way about you that lowers the mask, allows him to be just as he is, without consequence. A safety about you that he should never have found in you... It's weakness he's worked hard to tamp down and now a simple little human has been undoing all of it.
      It's ironic. These Alphas that surround him and speak of violating you, using your body as they please as if they deserve you, made wild with chemicals. He should be the same. He would have been just a few years ago. The thought that you are beneath him, a silly little human to be used for such amusement and bent until you broke under his hand, claiming your soul for his own to do as pleased, yet the stark contrast as he stands here now... it's clear as glass...
     Now he finds the need to protect you. Pride in the fact there is no one better suited to save you from this disaster than him.
     "Fuck, that rack..." A demon hums as he grabs his erect cock and shifts it in his pants, "I'm gonna enjoy waking up every morning and making that little Omega whore use her tits like a good little slave."
      "No. Look at her thighs. You could fuck those and keep her pure until her time ends. That soul is worth millions and having it free of the shell...you could take true pleasures in it then."
     "Well it doesn't really matter. I'm gonna drag that Omega to the front of the field when I catch them and make everyone watch as fuck that ass of theirs."
     The chuckle that leaves the demons as they speak about ravaging you sends a flame into his chest. It's dangerous. Yes, he's oath bound and been ordered to protect you during your time here...yet that small niggling feeling in the back of his chest only grows. He knows what it is. Actions he will never act on, but it doesn't make it any less infuriating to listen to. You're just a small human, insignificant and unworthy of one with such status as himself, but as he watches the Etherals dance and wrap a deep royal blue ribbon lined in silver around your throat it strokes those embers, that pesky niggling feeling...
     It's pride that you, such a delicate Omega who treats him with nothing but love is now adorned for everyone to see. It marks you as his and the thought of owning your body and soul begins to open a door in his heart he's worked hard to keep locked and forget.
      Status. Reputation. Perfection.
      These are what need upheld. Focused on. He is the Morning Star and hand of Lord Diavolo. Lowering himself to such a human is not affordable, pact bound or not.
     You begin to move, rolling sleepily to your side and it makes the zone erupt in nothing but a cacophony of lewd comments as your gown has ridden up and now exposes more of your bare thighs to the crowd.
     "Fuck, imagine bending her over. I bet her little virgin pussy bleeds from just a finger." The lustful strained words from a demon behind him in the crowd make him turn to see who has thought to voice their opinion now. "Just thinking about my cock covered in human virgin blood has me about to bust. Just holding those fuckin' hips as she screams in the forest..."
     Lower demons, of course. They would be ignorant enough to think they had a chance. You're marked by the Seven Lords of Hell, surely they should be able to feel fear about doing anything to harm you, yet with Ruts, one often forgets to think things through.
     He's one of the few demons in the zone who hasn't transformed to a natural state now. It doesn't matter, even without changing forms he can dispatch all of them easily. The less attention he draws, the better. It means he won't have to deal with Rut drunk idiots who insist to think they stand a chance in a challenge against an Avatar.
     You're awake now. There is still plenty of time on the clock before the gates drop and he can't help but smirk as he watches you look around. However, it falters once he sees your face morph to fear, reality hitting you harshly as your knees give out.
  He's seen you face worse than this. The fact you're on your knees so easily is odd to see, though this is much...different than any senerio most humans find themselves in. It is sure to be overwhelming.
     A laugh rings out behind him, the lower demon who spoke of your virginal blood no doubt. "She's goin' into heat like a good little bitch should."
     Lucifer turns back around quickly, before you fall to your knees once more he can see it. Your gown is soaked and your thighs shine with your slick, chest heaving and a flush is taking your face.
     You keep trying to get up, to walk, even trying to crawl to put distance between yourself and them and the roar of the group section begins to go insane. The gentle smell of your heat melded with the flowers has drifted to the zone and it's only serving to rile the crowd to the brink of insanity.
     His heart begins to hammer, you need to run. If you don't you'll be overtaken. He can deal with all of them, but it will take time, time you won't have because one of them only needs to sink thier fangs into you. A task that takes only a moment.
      The sudden tug he feels draws his attention back to you from the riled Alphas. You're calling him. The smirk returns to his face, wings slowly forming, horns adorning his head and the feeling coursing through him...it's euphoria unlike he's ever felt.
    He barely moves, body giving into your summons and he finds himself standing above you. Your scent is so much more intense, raw and unfiltered by distance, it overwhelms him.
     You struggle to your knees in front of him, and the state of you, Dove... Already such a mess and marked just for him...
     He smiles gently down to you, leather clad hand cupping your face and you lean into his touch with a whimper as he caresses your cheek with his thumb.
    So pliant and needy, and he hasn't even done anything... "The gates will rise soon, Darling. What would you wish me to do?"
     He just wants to hear you say it, beg him to help you, but all you can seem to do is nuzzle into his hand and pant. "Use your words, my Dove. Time is passing quickly." He moves to direct your gaze up to him.
      "Help." It's weak, pathetic and so absolutely needy, yet it's everything he can do to try and not moan outloud at your request.
     "How so? Are you asking for help with them, or help with your situation?"
     The angry mewl and tears coming from your eyes...it's beautiful. He knows your struggling, and with his sin no less. It just serves to make it sweeter when you whine out for help again against his hand.
    "Do you allow me to help how I see fit? You've not given me command." He teases as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip, your tounge darting out to kitten lick him is unexpected, but he doesn't remove his finger as your needily moan.
     He could watch you for hours, yet you've not the time. "Yes or no, Mc? It's just one word, you're surely strong enough for that."
    "Yes." Your voice trembles, but as you look at him so desperately, he'll forgive you for this weakness.
    "Would my Dove like a show? Or taken away from here?" He is curious. Heat makes Omegas act very oddly, needy for displays of affection and power. He's no qualms giving you that. The sheer amount of pride he'll feel completing either one will be sufficient. That wave that travels his viens, even on the simplest commands... it takes over his body completely and he is absolutely shameful in the fact he waits on baited breath for another command. Another chance to feel that pride directed at him course through him like a hum just below his skin.
      It's a feeling he's only ever gotten from you.
      You seem to be struggling. Thighs rubbing together and so lost for the correct answer. You know that if you tell him to show you devotion he'll do as he pleases. You know the casualties he could cause. Yet you've not the nerve, perhaps just a small grip on your sanity remains to know that either choice is not good, that your decision will lead to bloodshed no matter what.
      You whine again, only this time it's his name. It sounds like every fantasy he's had while stroking his erection to your feelings of pride. "Show or take, Mc. Choose."
     "Show." Your one word answer has you clinging to his trousers now, panting and looking up to him so helplessly...face so incredibly close to his cock that seems to be twitching to life at every helpless needy whine you show him.
     He lifts you up, holding your body against his with an arm while the other rest just on the outside of your thigh as you both face the Alpha zone. "Are you sure, little Dove? You know what I'll do to them."
      As you nod and rub yourself against his arms desperately for more friction, for more of his attention, he removes his hand from your thigh and directs your eyes to the crowd in front of you. "Pay attention, Darling, or you'll miss my show for you. You don't want to miss it, do you?" He can't help but tease you as you squirm in his arms against him and do your best to keep looking at the crowd.
     It's not his style. Yes, he's pride incarnate, but with that pride comes a delicate line between getting his point across and getting the job done. Wasting time and energy on things beneath him... he never does, yet he'll make an exception for you, Dove. You've tried so hard to get the words out, why shouldn't you get what you asked so sweetly for?
     It's gruesome. You'll surely never look at him with anything but disgust and distrust, but you asked for this. A show.
     His surprise when you rub against him and moan for him... who knew his little human held such a kink?
     Daddy.
     Its not a title he would call his favorite, but as you writhe in his arms at his display of power begging for him with such a title, he would be lying if he said it didn't make his cock stand at attention.
     The demons heads are exploding. One by one among the crowd in no certain order. Brain matter and blood of dead demon Alphas will stain this land for years to come with the scent of their rot.
     Your chest is heaving wildly and your struggling to turn in his arms, yet he holds your chin softly and makes you watch. He'll clear this sub section of zone. No Alpha in their right mind will come this way.
    The gate drops. There isn't a single demon in his zone left standing and the demons that leave the neighboring zones either pay it no mind or have gotten the point. Do not enter.
     You're babbling at this point. Drunk on his violent display of affection for you as you keep begging Daddy to do such unholy things to your body.
     He let's out a hum. The fact you're calling so sweetly for him and him alone, "Daddy who, sweet girl?"
    "Daddy Lucifer." You do you best to press against him, to touch him as your body craves, but he holds your wrist together easily as he continues to hold you up.
    Perhaps it wasn't the title, but who calls him as such. There is enough blood in his cock even if he cums twice he may not be sated. Every little hiccup and cry, every single desperate moan sends him further and further into his own growing lust.
     It seems your nickname was all his Rut needed. The Alpha zone is clear. No one stands in his way. He can take you to the house and deposit you in your room to deal with your heat alone. It's what he needs to do, what he should do. Yet he's pinned you face down among the flowers as he undoes his tie.
     Your ribbon has enough slack for him to feed the end of his tie through, he can't help but smirk as you wiggle under him desperate for his affections while he grasps both of your wrist and binds them behind your back.
     His cute little Omega, even wrapped in an elegant blue bow just for him. Wrist bound by his tie and looped through the ribbon, he can use it to pull you up. You're still so fragile, so human. His little Dove deserves a firm hand, but with that guidance needs to be caution, something he may not think about later as Rut takes his body over.
     You're still begging, ass wiggling against his erection begging for Daddy to fuck you. "Such crude language. It is very unbecoming." He yanks his tie and pulls you up to him, he can't resist rubbing his tented crotch against your ass. "My Omega will speak properly, are we clear Darling?" He knows what he's asking of you is near impossible, your Heat making you wild and at this point, even negative attention is something you'll crave just for the simple fact it is attention.
     It's the only thing that will make taking him easier.
     Body pliable and begging, lost to even the roughest sensations, feeling nothing but pleasures at his will.
     You're not in any state to be teased, edged so close to your peak only to be let down and desperately begging in tears... yet his gloved hand slowly traces up the inside of your thigh beneath the gown and ghost over your pussy lightly making you erratically wiggle to try and meet his fingers. Squeezing your inner thigh he can't help the smirk that takes his lips as he listens to you cry hot desperate tears of frustration. "How much longer do you think you can make it without cumming? You're so close at every little touch...should I keep teasing you until you break, hm?" He slowly traces back up your thigh, stopping just short of touching anywhere of substance as he listens to your desperate, frustrated sounds. "Or perhaps Daddy should give his Dove reward for no more crude language, though I am unsure if that is your choice, or it just can't be helped by your state." He nips your ear and the way you shake in his hold...
      He can smell it.
      With just a few word and a small nip to the shell of your ear, you've cum so hard it's running down your supple thighs and you're lost... it isn't until a full minute later do you even realize he's pulled your gown up around your waist with one hand while the other guides you to lean back against his chest. "Did Daddy say you could cum?" His voice holds no anger, but a small air of a smile is in his tone.
      "Answer me, Dove." He whispers into your ear as he traces small circles in the inside of your thigh lightly.
     "N-no."
     He's surprised you even managed to get the word out, although he should know you're full of surprises by now. "Naughty girls recieve punishment."
      The way you shudder against him does nothing for his growing Rut. It won't be long until he fucks you with everything he has ,until you're a weeping mess and completely fucked out and unmoving, taken by sleep only to wake and be so needy for him again. He only hopes he's come down enough by then to play with you more. To give you the guidance your body craves.
     He still hasn't let go of his tie and as he pushes you from him roughly, your whimper of anticipation makes his cock throb as he runs his hand over your your ass. It's stunning. Made for his hand and his alone as he places a stern smack to your flesh and listens to you beg for more.
     How could one demon be so lucky?
     His hand connects again on your other cheek and he can't take his eyes from your skin. His hand print is already raising your skin, red, abused and yet your mewling for more as he holds you up by his makeshift restraints.
     Running a hand over his work softly he can't help but hum. It's the farthest he's ever gotten with you. The night he made a pact with you, all he had done was kiss you. You were his ignorant little human so riled by a soft kiss... he hadn't wanted to taint your soul so easily that night. It wouldn't be proper. An exchange student sleeping with the second in command of all of the kingdom...
      Yet here he is now. Slowly slipping to base instinct and he can't be bothered by it. You're so desperate, needy and begging for his touch and temptation is knocking. You're so obedient, doing your absolute best even in Heat to do as he says.
     You're made for him. Who is he to turn down such a gift? His pliable little human, naive and virginal and falling apart at tame touches.
     The fact you've never known another has him stroking his length slowly. When he dropped his pants, even he is unsure, but the fact you'll take him first fills his chest with nothing but sin as he rubs his cock against your folds, picking up slick to ease his cock as his hand softly strokes his cock. It makes his body hum. "Have you learned your lesson?"
      He watches as your head nods quickly, hips trying to feel more of his cock against your skin.
      "Mc, you've found yourself in quite the situation. Would you require help from Daddy to make it better?"
      He already knows your answer, he also knows once he hears it that will be the end of him and he'll tip over the edge and the only thing that will save you from such harshness that he holds will be the need to coat your walls with as much seed as possible, over and over again as quickly as he can.
     "Y-yes, Daddy Lucifer, p-please!" Your sobs sound like the greatest melody he's ever heard, "P-please! Alpha Daddy, yours, yours, yours!" You assure helplessly as his cock teases your entrance. "Please use your cock and fuck me, Daddy. Please!'
      It's the last conscious thought that enters his mind, you begging for him like his good little Omega and that you should be given reward and praise, and he can't stop himself from the whisper of how well your doing as he lines his cock up with your tight, wet, virginal hole.
     As soon as the head of his cock touches your lips its like a switch inside of him flips. Gone are thoughts of status and reputation, replaced with an overwhelming need to claim you body and soul as he pushes his hardened cock past your folds and into your warmth as his teeth connect with your neck.
     The hum that overtakes him blocks out your screams of pleasure and pain as his hips start thrusting as fast and deep as he can manage. The fire beneath his skin demands he find release, a way to extinguish the flames before they consume him whole.
     His hips never stop as he pulls his teeth from your flesh to admire the mark. It's memorizing. You belong to him and him alone now as he fucks you in the flower field for anyone to see. His reputation is shattered and the thrill alone only spurs him to show whoever watches that he owns you. That another Alpha will never have you as he does now, so raw and vunerable, face down and babbling as he holds you just off the ground with his tie.
      His other hand touches every area he's only ever thought about. All those thoughts that were locked just behind the door in his heart and his cock never leaves you.
    First.
     He's the first man, demon, to know you body and soul, so completely, and the feeling that takes him over as his hand connects with your ass is like a jolt through his whole system.
     It isn't until his hips begin to stutter and he coats your walls do any thoughts that make sense come to him. He can feel you. You're so tightly clamped around his cock and every small movement only serves to make him shake above you as he continues to make your cunt milk every drop of his cum inside of you.
      Even watching as the fluids drips down your thighs it is still so surreal. The creamy pink mixture sticks to your thighs and drips from his ballsack, yet he can feel no disgust, no anger at himself for failing to hold back...
      It's a contentment he's only ever felt few times in all of his many years. It's where he belongs. Inside of you for the world to see. Their judgements mean nothing in this moment and even after he pulls his cock from you, it still will not matter to him.
      Such a silly little human has completely unraveled him for the whole kingdom to see.
      You've ruined him.
      Yet as he slowly moves his cock inside of you, the need to fill you again growing, he can't bring himself to care.
     You're meant for great things. The first human to help unite the realms and bridge the gap in Lord Diavolos dream. A part of his family and the woman whose kept him up at night for months with your silly little smile and unwavering devotion.
      It doesn't matter his status, his reputation. Perfection lays here. Inside of you and his teeth marks on your neck for the world to see that you belong to him, you next to his side for all to witness.
        You're at your limits. Gasping for breath and covered in grass stains, covered in his markings for the world to see. His beautiful little Dove, defiled for a kingdom to see and try to judge.
     You'll be embarrassed. A flushing mess and probably won't be able to look him in the eyes for days to come, but he knows. You'll still take his hand and walk to R.A.D., you'll still bring him coffee and laugh with his family. Still rest your head in his home. The only things that change are that he'll see to it you sleep in his room. His public marking on your throat won't be hidden away as some dirty little secret of shame. You deserve more than that. You'll stand by his side for the rest of your days and even after if he has his way.
     The blood still hasn't left his cock. Even remaining still and giving you time, it's done nothing for him except make his cock throb and twitch inside of your walls for more.
      Pulling you up by the tie, he can feel your thighs quiver as you try and hold yourself up. You've been such a good girl for him. Taken him so well and you deserve the praise as he wraps his arms around you and whispers into your ear how you've done so far.
       His cock slowly drags at your walls and every gasp and whine sound so delightful and makes his body hum.
    Once more.
    One more time and he'll give you rest. Take you home and put you to bed until you wake again needing more. You'll forgive him, allow him to be selfish. He already knows it.
     He'll fuck you one more time for the world to see, to quell any doubt others may have about who you truly belong to.
      His thrust are slow as his hand holds your throat lightly in his grip and his thumb traces his mark. It will never fade and the pride he feels brings a smile to his lips as you begin to moan at his cocks slow thrust.
      "L-lucifer..."
      "Shhh, once more Darling." His other gloved hand slowly massages your breast and he can feel the warmth of your skin through the gown and his leather gloves. Next time he takes you, there will be no barrier. All of your skin will know his and you'll never feel another as you will him.
       He moves his hand from your throat to direct your gaze once more, past the Alpha zone to the spectator area. "Everyone in the kingdom has seen how well my little Dove has done." He smirks as he increases his pace slowly. "They've seen you climax and how you belong to me, Dove."
       Ah, that beautiful little flush. It's engulfed your cheeks and carries down your neck, complimenting his mark so well.
     It's been ages since he has had such slow, and dare he say it- loving - sexual encounter.
     He makes you watch the crowd as his cock continues to slowly impale you, gown held up for the world to see as his cock uses you to his whims. Hands slowly tracing your body with a gentleness he failed to afford you earlier when at the height of his Rut.
      You cum on his cock once more as he places a soft kiss to his claim mark and the feeling of your cunt becoming tighter makes him hiss.
     How one silly human woman could be so perfect he does not understand.
     "You're mine now. Body and soul. I'll never allow you to know another as you know me."
    "N-never?"
    He can hear it. It's a question and he can't help but chuckle. "You think I would throw my Dove to the wolves after experiencing you so completely? Seems I'll have my work cut out for me." He rocks his hips faster as he keeps your face to the direction of the crowd.
      "You belong to me, Mc. No one else, ever." He softly reassures and the admittance makes his cock twitch as he tries to hold himself back from cumming. "I'll give you your silly human world traditions of marriage, even give my Dove a pretty little ring if that is what it takes." His cock is seated so deeply inside of you like this, pulling himself from you even just a bit seems insurmountable, but the feeling of thrusting back into your heat makes it the only reason he can find to do so at all.
       "Show."
        Your voice is absolutely breathless and he knows what you ask. His brave little human wishes to show the eyes of the Devildom how well you take him between your thighs and it strokes his ego.
       "Are you sure, Darling? I won't be long." He presses gentle kisses along your neck and shoulders and feeling your hot skin against his lips is building his Rut again.
     "Show... show, show, show!"
      You press back and take all of his cock at once and cry out as an orgasm takes you. It's all he needs to fuck into you as roughly as he pleases, eyes never leaving the side of your face and watching your fuck drunk expressions as he finds his end deep inside of your needy cunt.
      The happy little smile and hum of satisfaction you make only serve to ensure its the hardest orgasm his ever had in all of his years.
       He let's you fall forward slowly, ass up and face in the flowers as he pulls his cock from you. Watching his seed ooze from your pussy he can't help but hold your lips together, trapping his seed inside of you. A satisfied smile on his lips at the knowledge he'll see this view for years to come.
     He tucks himself back into his pants and pulls you up by his tie, holding you against him as he removes the binding and fixes his tie.
     In less that a minutes, he's completely put together, and other than the pink that clings to his cheeks, you'd never be able to tell anything was wrong or different.
     You on the other hand... You're all the proof one need for how well his evening has turned out to be. Between the tears stains, blood and copious amounts of cum on your thighs as he puts your gown proper, it's a very telling story. Yet that little drunk smile clings to your lips even while you begin to slowly drift to sleep as he picks you up from the flowers and make his way through his earlier show. The smell of dead Alphas doesn't disturb or distress you, even his brother Asmodeus's hoots and hollers as he approaches the two of you don't stir your slumber.
     "Asmo, I n-"
     "You both need a bath. Lord Diavolo bailed the Alpha zone as soon as you made it past the barricade early. Barbatos told me to tell you, that Lord Diavolo has already started paperwork on your behalf and to see to it that Mc receives all that she needs." His brother slowly sweeps back some of your hair with a relieved look. He knows his brother is no threat, most Alphas would have his brothers head for touching what is theirs, but the deep sigh of relief that leaves his brother as he pulls his hand back makes his brows raise.
     "I am just so glad that the Etherals marked her. Otherwise you might have been stupid." He smiles sweetly. Asmodeus can see the question in his brothers eyes as he gives a laugh and covers his lips. "Who knew a human would bend the Avatar of Pride."
     He has comment, but Asmo holds his hands up quickly, "Take her to the house and clean her up. We'll talk about it later." He rubs his shoulder before bouncing away merrily.
     
      Looking down at you in such dissary in his bed brings a smile to his face. It's where you now belong and the pride in his chest seeing you so at ease in his sheets only make that pesky feeling that still wiggles in his chest grow. It isn't so bad, so pesky and annoying anymore. Perhaps he'll let it continue to grow and over take him...
    He can't help but scoff. Love. Such an odd feeling...
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ACOTAR Completely Fell Off After Book Two
- A popular opinion
I've said it before and I'll say it again, book five is unmitigated bullshit. Everyone's personality got fucked except Nes and Cas. Like, come on, Feyre becomes a nobody, Rhys becomes an asshole, Amren attempts to convince Rhys to take over the fucking world, and Mor in implied to be jealous of Nesta. What??? She's jealous that Nes is hooking up with Cassian??? Why? On so many levels that makes no sense, and Maas never goes anywhere with it.
Book one was strong, book one could function as a stand-alone. Book two was also strong, if and only if book three was strong too and delivered on the expectations, loose ends, and unanswered questions book two had left us with. Spoiler alert, it didn't.
The King of Hybern is a shallow, one-dimensional antagonist. I've met Disney villains with more justification, Marvel villains with more backstory. Naruto gave me better antagonists than ACOTAR. Rhys does some questionable shit in this book. Amren dying and then undying with no explanation takes all the meaning and weight out of her sacrifice (and look what she went on to do in book five, get her personality completely overlooked for five minutes of tension. Stay dead, girlie) The list could go on forever.
I think we all know what happened here. Maas had no idea what to do with her story beyond book two. Book one, solid. Book two, solid, but leaves book three with some work to do. Book three, does none of that work, bs. Book four, it's 200 pages and doesn't count, filler. Book five, unmitigated directionless bullshit. Wtf was happening with that human queen??? Nothing that happened in the “main plot” of that book made any sense (whether we're diving in and taking this as their lives that they're living or as Maas's fictional narrative) the only good part was Nesta and the girls.
Anyway, so concludes my rant. I love the Court of Dreams to death, but they deserved a better author and a better story.
OH! And wt actual f is going to happen in this alleged book six???? Like, book five's ending felt like closure. Please god tell me this is not going to be an Elaine x Azriel switching POV like book five🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 The only thing worse would be if it was a timeskip and Nyx is our MC. I would actually burn the book.
OHHH! I also hate that Nesta and Cassian are mates. I really thought Feyre and Rhys would be destined love, soulmates, an example of how beautiful it is when the bond works out, Nes and Cas would be love without the mating bond, and no less valid or beautiful, and Elaine would be finding her mate and choosing not to take him, and also choosing not to take the other suiter. I thought Elaine would end up either with Greysen or with some rando from Velaris (if rando, then off page. The series would end with her single and happy)
Anyway, yeah✌🏼
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Galindo!Series - Part Three: Ashes to Ashes - Nestor Oceteva x Reader
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Galindo!Series
Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor’s life.
Part Two: Revelations - You reveal the truth to Miguel.
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Nestor’s waiting for you when you step outside the house that Miguel has been living in. He’s leaning against his bike, in a black leather jacket, his arms crossed over his chest. When he lifts his head to meet your gaze, you see the sorrow in him, the grief. He knows what you were coming here to do, you didn’t hide that from him, but it still hurts.
This thing with Miguel was bigger than just the two of you, it’s bigger than Emily and Cristobal. You know that if either you or Nestor had buckled under that threat then Miguel would have had his hooks in the network. If that had happened, he would have used it to courier his drugs, his people, his guns. All the good work you’ve been doing would have died along with the two of you.
“He had an email queued up to go out at 9am.” You tell him as you lean back against the seat of the motorcycle. “I’m sorry Nes, but it had both of our information on it. He was going to send it out anyway. It didn’t matter if we helped him or not.”
Nestor sighs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.
“I wish I could say I expected something different.”
There’s silence between the two of you for a minute before you tuck your hands into the pockets of your quilted jacket. It’s taken years for Nestor to realise the depths of Miguel’s manipulation, how every single gesture just another way of securing his loyalty.
“It’s a relief.” Nestor says finally, tilting his head to look at you. “It feels like I can breathe for the first time in years.”
“I thought you’d hate me.” You say quietly, kicking at the gravel of the driveway with the toe of your boot.
“No.” Nestor says, reaching for you. He cradles your face between your hands, his thumbs ghosting over your cheeks as his nose trails along yours. “I’m not brave like you; I’ve never been able to slay my monsters.”
“You face yours instead.” You remind him as you look into his eyes. “It’s what you’ve done your whole life, you face everything head on.”
“Except this.” He tells you, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth. “I can’t help you with this.”
“I know.” You whisper as you hear Coco’s car pulling up behind yours. “And it’s ok, Coco and I will take care of everything.”
***
You cremate Miguel’s body, Coco’s wife Stitches has a hook up at the funeral home that allows you to use the cremator off the books. The whole process takes six hours. Nestor picks you up along with the coffee can full of ashes outside of the funeral home before you begin the trip to Maine.
It takes over forty-eight hours to get to the home you relocated Emily to. You split the driving between you, staying in roadside motels and leaving Miguel’s ashes tucked in the footwell behind the passenger seat.
Emily’s already waiting for you on the porch with Cristobel when you pull the car into the driveway. She raises to her feet, waving with one hand and you see no sign of the woman you met back then. The one who had been so gaunt and wrecked from living under the weight of Miguel’s misdeeds.
You spend the next couple of hours playing with Cristobal in the garden whilst Emily and Nestor talk in the kitchen. They haven’t seen each other since Miguel fired Nestor over his relationship with you, you’ve always wondered what he told Emily about the dismissal.  
It’s Nestor’s turn to drive when you climb back inside the car. He doesn’t turn on the engine, instead he just sits there with his hands on the wheel staring at the house. You can see the Emily and Cristobal through the window, the little boy smiling as he takes a cookie from the plate on the table.
“She says she’s going to scatter him out by the lake.” He tells you. “She’d prefer to flush him, but she thinks it’s important for Cristobal to get closure.”
“She’s not wrong sadly.” You say as you draw your seatbelt across your body. “He deserves a lot worse.”
Nestor sighs, the back of his head coming to rest against the seat.
“He did so much damage...” He says quietly, his gaze comes to rest on the family before you. “I think about that all the time, my complicity in it. I don’t think I’ll ever be free.”
“You’re making up for it now.” You remind him as you study the profile of his face. “The work we’re doing, it counters the balance. We’re putting some good back into the world, helping people.”
“I’m not sure that it’s enough.” Nestor says softly as he thinks about all the shit he’s done over the years. “I’m not sure any of it is.”  
“Then we do it until it is.” You say, taking his hand in yours. “We keep chipping at it a little at a time until it makes a difference.”
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Turning The Page 
Chapter – 2 –The Sacrifice 
Choices, The Royal Romance. Alternate Universe 
Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 
Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks 
All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series. 
Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression 
Rating: M🔞Warnings - crude language - not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 
Words: 2499 
Turning The Page 
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The Sacrifice -Chapter 2
Chapter Summary: Riley is reunited with Maxwell, as Daniel attempts to lift Riley from her feelings of melancholy at Club Kismet. Liam meets with Olivia in Lythikos searching for another perspective on the night of his coronation and his father’s transgressions against her and Riley. Madeleine discloses a secret. 
Turning The Page Masterlist 
Music Inspiration: Sacrifice, Elton John; The Sweetest Thing (I’ve Ever Known, Juice Newton; Always Remember Us This Way, Josh Rabenold 
A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found. 
A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics , Week #47, Prompt #3 - “Why are you being so weird?” 
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Brooklyn Heights, New York City
Sitting beside the second-floor level home office window, Riley opened the heavy canvas satchel that held the new correspondence from her latest client. Working hard at starting her new home business, she put her business accounting skills to use for employment and landed her first client very quickly.  
After leaving Cordonia, Riley enrolled at Brooklyn College to finish her accounting accreditation while she was pregnant with William. She wanted the absolute best for her son, so earning a living was the top priority. 
Now that Riley was back in the States, her set goals also included building a life and creating a happy future for her son. So, when Daniel’s partner Matteo, who owned a six-bedroom brownstone in Brooklyn Heights, offered her a home when she arrived back in New York at Daniel’s old apartment, she readily accepted. 
Daniel met his love interest soon after Riley had left New York City to pursue her prince who captivated and captured her heart in Cordonia. Matteo and Daniel had a spacious brownstone and insisted that Riley and her baby share their home. 
 Checking off these challenges as completed, she once again found her thoughts drifting back to the life, she left behind in Cordonia.  
...and to Liam. 
Riley could not help but think, she had made a huge mistake. As William began to grow and start to talk and walk, the guilt she felt was overwhelming. All the ‘firsts’ that Liam deserved to witness of his son; the family that she knew was his ‘heart's desire’. 
...but then, she would remind herself that if she stayed, Madeleine would demand that William live at the palace as his guardian as per the Cordonian Arrangement. Since he is the Crown Prince, she would be obliged and subjected to Madeleine’s wrath, and be forced to abide by her control as Queen. 
Riley was convinced that Liam would want his son with him, and rightfully so. The King and Queen, and the Crown Prince would be the Royal family. Leaving her as the other woman; the ‘dirty little secret’, who was never seen in the daylight. Without a doubt, Riley was convinced that Madeleine would make it her mission to sabotage her relationship with her son, and with Liam. 
If only, they could have found Tariq.  
If only Constantine had cleared her name before passing away. 
It was devastating when the day came to her realization that the marriage between Liam and Madeline would go forward. The heartbreak she had to endure, having to watch the love of her life marry another. 
Liam said he would never want her as his mistress; but she was. 
He said he wanted her to be his number one woman, his queen, but she was not. 
….and now, here she was. The mother of his child. In self-imposed exile; just like Olivia. 
This realization reminded her why she had to change the course her life was taking. To justify why she had to sacrifice her heart and move forward, without Liam. 
‘And I have never been afraid of losing now. 
And I have never wanted love to be a chain. 
I only know that when I’m with you, you’re my sunshine, you’re my rain. 
The sweetest thing I’ve ever known is loving you.’ 
Riley needed to make a connection with her past life in Cordonia. For William’s sake. It all starts with Maxwell. 
House Nevrakis, Duchy of Lythikos, Cordonia 
The crackle of an ember in the roaring fireplace snapped Liam from his thoughts as Olivia set his scotch down before him. 
Olivia studied the troubled expression of her friend very closely, noticing the added stress lines on his face. Only seeing him on video at his press conferences, this was the first time in four years since she decided to leave court, that the pair were in the same room together. 
“So, what’s on your mind Liam? Don’t get me wrong, I am delighted that you have stopped in for an unannounced visit. But I am very curious as to why, after all this time?” 
Olivia kept the following thoughts to herself, ‘I would not be lucky enough for him to declare he was wrong and made me his queen.’ 
He sighed, and a wistful expression spread across his face. “I have been thinking about my father’s transgressions against yourself and against Riley, very frequently lately.” 
“Oh?” This comment intrigued her. Olivia moved forward in her chair, moving closer to Liam. 
“Yes, well, and so you should Liam,” Olivia scoffed. 
“But why now? What has changed? 
“Liv, when you originally received the intimidation letter the night of my coronation, why did you not tell me at once upon receiving it? All you told me that evening was that you were withdrawing officially from the social season. I never saw your letter.” 
Olivia raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at his statement, “I thought I could handle it on my own. I destroyed it.” 
“Bertrand and Maxwell intercepted a courier with a letter marked ‘urgent’ addressed to Riley, as well. Like you, the letter was from an unknown sender, telling her to leave court at once saying, ‘she will never be queen.’” 
“The letter I received.... I was being blackmailed.” Olivia shook her head.
 “I had no other choice. Whoever wrote that letter knew things about my parents. That they were traitors to the crown. They had attached proof.” 
Liam sat with his head resting in his hands, a faraway look on his face. He took a sip of his scotch, his face a mask of conflict and turmoil. 
Liam let out a heavy sigh, “I now know and have proof of the party who sent those letters.” 
“You have my full attention.” Olivia rose from her chair. “Who do you mean?” 
Liam ran his hands through his hair, “along with my father, Duke Godfrey.” 
“Godfrey confessed this to you?” Olivia gasped. 
“No, I have not personally spoken to him about this matter.... not yet. This information was given to me by a very credible source. I plan to have him interrogated very shortly.” 
“Lord Beaumont has the original letter that Riley received that night locked in his estate vault.  
Along with the photographs, from both my bachelor party in New York and the Applewood incident during my social season; these documents are all now with my legal counsel.” 
“Olivia, I need two things from you.” 
“Name it; let me be the one to interrogate that bastard!” 
Liam guffawed, “I will consider it...” I am formally asking that you partake in upcoming Royal council meetings at the palace and rejoin court.” 
Olivia was unprepared to hear that request. “Me? Why me?” Olivia asked, confounded by his request. 
“Liam, did Madeleine know about this? Was she complicit?”  
Liam downed the rest of his scotch in one gulp. “Yes, and yes.” 
New York City, Club Kismet 
“All right, kids, have a couple of drinks for me tonight,” Matteo joked as he held the front door open for Riley and Daniel. 
“Thank you, Matt, for watching William tonight.” Riley smiled as Daniel held her coat out for her to slip on. “He was at the playground all afternoon and fell asleep quickly after dinner with all that fresh air. He should sleep soundly, but if you need me for anything, please call me.” 
“Matteo has lots of experience sitting for his sister’s boys,” Daniel re assured her.
“No worries, I have lots of contracts to review tonight anyway. It’s my pleasure Riley, really.” 
Matteo pulled Riley in for a hug. “Now, go. Have a fun time dancing the night away with this one.” 
“Ha, ha, Matty,” Daniel winked and kissed Matteo good-bye. 
It was a Friday night, and the New York City streets were buzzing with people going out for a night ‘on the town’. After a lot of convincing, Daniel was finally successful at persuading Riley to go out for a drink at Club Kismet. 
The past six months of not going out and enjoying herself, it was time she started living again. 
Sitting at the bar, Daniel ordered drinks as Riley turned and surveyed the room. The club was packed, and the dance floor was full. Everyone seemed to be having an enjoyable time, which made her feel a little rueful about her decision to leave William with Daniel’s partner, Matteo, for the evening. 
She was about to turn back around to face the bar when she noticed a man sitting by himself a few seats down. Riley did a double take as she was struck by his resemblance to someone she knew. 
“Maxwell?”, Riley whispered. 
“What?” Daniel said, not hearing her clearly over the loud music. 
Riley didn’t hear him. She was too focused on the man who looked like Maxwell.  
Daniel turned his head, as Riley stood and walked towards the mystery man. 
“Maxwell?” The man looked up in surprise at the mention of his name. His eyes widened when he saw her. 
“Little blossom? Oh. My. God. it’s you!” Before she could respond, he was off his chair, engulfing her in an over-the-top hug that lifted her up off the floor and spun her around.
After many moments of laughter mixed with tears, Maxwell took Riley’s hand and together with Daniel, the trio left the club and walked towards the pier next to the Hudson River. 
“Max, thank you for coming to New York.” Riley stopped walking and sat down on a bench. 
“You two get re-acquainted. I am going to get everyone some coffee.” 
“Thank you, Daniel,” Riley looked up and smiled appreciatively.  
Sitting down next to her, Maxwell was nervously fidgeting, waiting for Riley to begin. Daniel had told him that Riley needed to speak with him urgently. This had him thinking that what she had to share was going to be dire.
Looking out at the Statue of Liberty, Riley started to get emotional. 
“I didn’t know where else to turn.” 
Maxwell’s eyes softened, picking up her hand. “Little Blossum, it's no problem at all. I am here for you.” 
Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Maxwell pulled out his handkerchief for her and pulled her into a side hug. 
Riley smiled and gave him a quick squeeze before letting go. 
“I have a lot to tell you, so you might want to make yourself comfortable.” 
Taking a deep breath, “when I left Cordonia, I thought it was the best for Liam in the situation that we were in. I wanted him to be happy, and the situation in what I found myself in.... I could not bear the thought of him being put into a situation that could taint his rule and embarrass him.” 
Maxwell looked puzzled, “Riley were you sick? Oh no, no... are you sick?” 
“No, nothing like that, but I was wrong, Maxwell. I made a huge mistake. I should never have left.” 
“I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to leave.”  
Maxwell put his hand on her shoulder, “Liam was really upset about your leaving. He still is devastated.” Riley looked down, shaking her head,
“He misses you so much. He is not the same without you.” 
Riley’s heart broke at his words. She was devastated to hear how much she had hurt him. The guilt was overbearing.
“Maxwell, I don’t know if I can face him.” 
“Riley, I’ve known Liam since we were kids. I’ve seen him happy, sad, angry and every emotion in between. And what I can say without a doubt is that he’s never been as happy as he was with you. You have no idea how much he loves you.” 
Hanging her head, “he is going to be so mad when he finds out why I left.” 
“Maybe, but he’ll also be happy to know that you came back. That you want him too.” 
Daniel walked slowly towards the pair with a tray of coffee, overhearing the last minutes of their conversation. 
Riley bit her lip, “do you think he will forgive me?” 
“Riley, did you mention William?” Daniel interjected.
Maxwell looked at Riley, noting her shaking her head. 
He then looked up at Daniel, noting his questioning stare at Riley. 
“Why are you being so weird?”
“Who is William?” Maxwell asked, clearly puzzled, and looked at Riley. 
Riley had her head buried in her hands, weeping. 
Daniel looked at Riley sadly, “William is her son.” 
Cordonian Royal Palace 
Madeleine stepped out of the SUV as the Royal guard stood at attention. After opening the door for his Queen, he bowed as she strode confidently up the stairs and turned towards the east wing in search of Liam.  
Liam, having just arrived back to the palace from Lythikos, was in his study looking over some documents that his advisor had dropped off earlier in the morning. He was distracted by the conversation he had with Olivia on his mind and could not concentrate.  
“Your majesty”, Bastien interrupted his thoughts. 
“Queen Madeleine is here to see you; shall I bring her in?” 
Liam’s jaw clenched at the sound of her name. “Yes, send her in.” Mentally preparing himself for a confrontation by his wife, he slid the documents into a folder and sat back in his chair. 
Madeleine glided into the room, dressed impeccably as always. 
Liam rose from his chair and gave her a formal nod, “Madeleine.” 
He gestured for her to sit down and then reclaimed his seat behind the large desk. 
“Liam,” Madeleine acknowledged and in turn sat in a wing back chair across from her husband. 
“What do I owe this visit?” He asked. 
Madeleine crossed her legs and smoothed her dress, “well, we need to schedule a press announcement.” 
“An announcement?” 
“Yes, regarding the new royal line.” 
Liam frowned, “what are you talking about?” 
Madeleine gave him a patient look, “Liam, we need to announce my pregnancy.” 
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paradoxxinvader · 1 year
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DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?
PROLOGUE - THE DEBUT
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pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader
synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?
word count :: ~3k
warnings :: this is super weird i’m sorry. very cringe, mention of food, mentions of obsession (?), the general stuff idk i haven’t proof-read this
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“ATTRACTION is up next, manager park,” a female staff member said. “5 minutes,”
“ok, got it,” manager park turned towards the trio of girls who were getting the final touches of their hair and makeup. “you girls ready?”
“yes, manager park,” the girls said in unison. after a moment or so, when the stylists gave them the go-ahead that they were ready to leave, they walked towards the wings where they were to stand until they were to stand on stage. sungie clutched yn’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze, and the girls wrapped their arms around one another’s shoulders before starting their chant.
“i’m hot, you’re hot, we’re all hot, because this is ATTRACTION!” they shouted in unison, squeezing each other in a group hug.
they scurried onto the stage, bowing lightly to greet their sunbaes, before arranging themselves behind them. recording started not even a minute later.
“today we have some very special guests,” mc sunghoon starts.
“a girl group that debuted just today,” mc wonyoung continued.
“please welcome ATTRACTION!” both bank presidents exclaimed, sliding to the side, putting the girls front and center.
“anneyoung, lovelies! we are ATTRACTION,” the the trio exclaimed, bowing down before making finger hearts. 
“since it’s your first time on the show, please introduce yourself!” mc wonyoung said, smiling. the girls smiled wide, letting yn take the lead.
“anneyoung, lovelies! i’m leader yn, nice to meet you!” yn exclaimed, stepping forward a bit, bowing her head a little before throwing a kiss at the camera.
“hellooooo, i’m maknae sungie! i’m so excited to be on music bank!” sungie exclaimed, before making a confused expression, searching for something in the pocket of her brown school-skirt, before flashing a finger heart and an exaggerated wink towards the camera. yn and pae-ri, who were used to her antics, stifled a giggle, whereas sunghoon and wonyoung laughed silently yet uncontrollably, slowly backing away from the camera frame.
“annyeonghaseyo! i’m pae-ri, the main dancer of ATTRACTION!” pae-ri said, doing a dance move on the spot, before laughing a little from embarrassment. the music bank mc’s clapped before returning back to their places.
“please tell us a little about you debut mini-album, PHOTOREALISTIC,” sunghoon directed. 
“of course! PHOTOREALISTIC consists of five songs, which are ditto, still don’t know my name, love dive, hollywood, and omg!.” yn exclaimed, pointing one of her right-hand fingers up whenever she stated a new song title. “sungie and i have our own songs on the album as well! i collaborated with american artist, labrinth, on still don’t know my name. we both wrote and sung the song, and he produced it! sungie co-wrote and sung omg!”
“we collaborated on two songs on the album, as well! as yn said, we have labrinth on still don’t know my name, and the black skirts on hollywood!” pae-ri added.
“waah, that’s so cool!” wonyoung sunbae exclaimed, clapping excitedly. “can we get a little teaser off of your title track?”
“yes! five, six, seven, eight, stay in the middle, like you a little, don't want no riddle, malhaejwo say it back, oh, say it ditto, achim-eun neomu meol-eo so say it ditto~” the girls sung the chorus to ditto, doing a little bit of the choreography at the same time. 
wonyoung sunbae and sunghoon sunbaenim clapped and cheered, and attempted to do some of the choreography as well, but ended up unsuccessfully. 
“gosh, that’s so good!” mc sunghoon exclaimed, smiling wide. “what is your favourite song off of the album?”
“hmm, i really like hollywood! it’s a really soft-ish song, and it was so, so much fun working with the black skirts, and i think it matches the overall vibe of the album really well!” sungie answered first, after lifting her hand up. the girls hummed in agreement.
“i really like love dive! i love the choreography and it’s a really fun song to sing and dance to, so i can’t wait until we perform it on stage!” pae-ri exclaimed, clapping her hands a little.
“i think i really like still don’t know my name. i wrote that song with labrinth literally in almost no time- the song basically wrote itself. he’s our producer’s friend, and he was in seoul for, like, two-ish weeks, and we somehow ended up writing the song together! it’s a really honest and raw song, about both of our experiences, so, yeah! i think that’s my favourite!” yn rambled, moving her hands a lot.
“please do tell what the meaning behind PHOTOREALISTIC is!” sunghoon oppa exclaimed, motioning the girls to talk. 
yn spoke up, given that she wrote most of the songs off the album. “it’s essentially a story about how someone paints a picture of a person that’s so realistic that it becomes real to them. essentially the picture becomes so photorealistic hehe-” she threw a wink at the camera. “-that when they meet the person they painted a picture of, all of their ideas are met with negativity and the entire picture they painted is ruined, and all of the feelings that were there aren’t there anymore,” she rushed out, trying to explain the entire concept to the mc’s.
“very cool! we and music bank wish you good luck with your debut!” wonyoung sunbae exclaimed.
“we will performing the lead song off of our album PHOTOREALISTIC, which is ditto, here as music bank, so stay tuned to watch it!” pae-ri exclaimed.
“now off to the stage!” sunghoon sunbaenim declared.
“...and CUT!” the director said, and, one by one, all five idols left the frame. once out of frame, the girls let out a breath of relief, laughing a little.
“jesus, i was so nervous i thought i was gonna pass out,” yn panted out, hands on knees and all, as if she was out of breath.
“nooooo yn you did amazing,” wonyoung said, before hugging her.
“thank you, unnie,” yn smiled. “you, too, sunghoon oppa,”
“good luck with your stage!” sunghoon said, patting sungie’s, pae-ri’s, and yn’s heads. “we’ll let you guys get ready,” wonyoung nodded.
“thank youuu,” pae-ri said, latching onto yn from the back. 
their sunbaes left the room the girls finally let themselves freak out, letting the fact that they’ve debuted finally sink in. they jumped in their place a little, before yn stopped them- “you’ll wrinkle your clothes and ruin your hair,” she scolded.
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after ATTRACTION came ENHYPEN, with their comeback stage for MANIFESTO: DAY 1, their stage being paradoxxx invasion. yn’s eyes stayed on a certain maknae who has a passion for dancing. when he accidently looked her way- y’know, as one does-, she averted her eyes from him to someone else, like jungwon sunbae or sunoo oppa- yn and pae-ri were friends with them because of the amount of times they had run into one another in the dance studios and the HYBE cafeteria. they were close enough that they had exchanged numbers and private twitters. 
once ENHYPEN got off stage, the trio of girls praised the septet of boys for their performance and their comeback, and they congratulated the girls on their debut. 
riki’s eyes lingered on yn for a moment or two, but he was out of her vision, so she paid no heed to him, despite how much she wanted to.
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HYBE and BELLE had a joint debut party for ATTRACTION, the night of their mini-album release. it was a small party, with the trio, the managers, and some other 4th gen idols and groups- yn could’ve sworn that she saw p1harmony and jeongin from stray kids on the guest list. 
the girls of ATTRACTION got ready together in their shared dorm- pae-ri was in charge of hair and makeup, sungie was in charge of wardrobe, and yn was handling the music as the dj. she connected her phone to a speaker and put one of her dance playlists on shuffle. they had decided on the theme of the party together- only the keywords of ‘whimsical’ and ‘dreamlike’ supplied on the invite. 
they all wore dresses that resembled the album cover- pae-ri wore a pale blue, sungie an off-white, and yn a sea-foam green. sungie was holding an eyeshadow palette and was delicately applying eyeshadow on pae-ri’s lids, humming omg! under her breath, while yn was working her locks through a hair curler. after letting out a small sound of satisfaction when finished and applied a light coat of hair spray and turned the straightener on for sungie. she then started to part pae-ri’s hair to braid it. 
after an hour or so of getting ready, the girls were all sitting in the room where the party was to be held, just about fifteen minutes before it was going to start. in the meanwhile, they all just took pictures of one another, posing in front of the large banner that spelt out ‘ATTRACTION’S PHOTOREALISTIC DEBUT PARTY !!!’ in large words, that was graffiti-fied with gold and silver paint markers, from yours truly. they also got manager park to take a picture of all three of them together, in various silly poses, just basking in enjoyment before everyone else came.
not even minutes later, soobin sunbaenim and jungwon oppa barged in with their respective groups, popping blue and green confetti cannons, with the rest of their groups wearing party hats and holding kazoo’s, with the older ones playing the latter as well. 
“yah, let’s get this party started!” yeonjun oppa screamed.
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one by one, the guests came in, more people than originally estimated, and the room was filled to the brim. the album was playing in the background while everyone ate cake and ice cream that the girls had cut, and the staff handed it out to everyone. 
different idols came and went, congratulating the girls and giving really positive feedback to them, some of their sunbaes even giving their phone numbers for any advice or questions that needed to be asked. 
eventually, most of everyone left, eventually leaving the girls alone with ENHYPEN and LE SSERAFIM. the latter gave the girls a big, big hug, leaving a kiss on each cheek, before saying that they’ll meet the girls tomorrow at lunch. after they left, junwon and sunoo gave the girls a hug as well. jay and sunghoon struck a conversation with pae-ri about a recent runway that happened, and heesung and jake got sungie to take a few pictures of them together, as well as a few selfies of all three of them together, in front of the banner- all while jungwon and sunoo left to “get a quick little surprise for you three! you’ll love it i swear!” that left yn alone with riki, who was pretty much quiet for the entire party. 
“yn, right? um, congrats on your debut,” riki said, clapping a short, few times. yn’s ears turned red ever-so slightly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice, and thanked him profusely, smiling sweetly at him, to which he returned. 
“ah, thank you, thank you,” she exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he had to confirm her name from her.
“it’s really impressive how you’ve written most of the songs- you’re what, 16? it’s really cool how you managed to do that!” riki grinned, while yn’s smile faltered a little. well, yes, it was impressive, it just didn’t necessarily sound like a compliment. 
“oh, uh, thanks!” she said anyways, and jungwon and sunoo barged in right then and there. she thanked whatever deity was up there, and turned her attention towards them. 
“yah, what’s this?” pae-ri asked, as the duo struggled to balance a large, black box in between this. 
“be patient!” sunoo playfully scolded, letting the box rest down on a large table. the girls shuffled closer, and jungwon removed the top only to reveal-
“dudes, you struggled to pick up this? together?” sungie exclaimed, albeit happily, taking out a plain, black sweatshirt, snuggling into it. 
“it’s heavier than it looks-” sunoo starts, but was cut off by jungwon.
“it’s ok, hyung,”
the box was filled with three pairs of black hooded sweatshirts and sweatpants, and three bulky duffel bags that had toiletries in them, as well as other bits and bobs, like energy drinks and snacks. there was also an envelope in the middle, which when opened, showed a bunch of fast food coupons. 
“it’s for your practice sessions! it’s our good luck present to you!” heesung exclaimed warmly.
“ahhh, thank you so much!” yn said happily. she picked up a duffel bag, something that she has been meaning to get, a new one and store the one that she had been using since her trainee days.
“nice, there’s gatorade in here as well,” pae-ri whispered to herself.
“there’s no need to thank us! you guys supported us a lot during our comeback, even though you haven’t debuted, and so it was necessary that we do, too!” jake said, hugging sungie, who was closest to him.
the girls bowed deeply, thanking them a few more times, until jungwon told them to stop, because he was starting to get embarrassed.  
“but in all seriousness, thank you so much, i don’t think you realize how much this means to us,” yn gushed, thanking them again.
“it was no big deal, we promise,” sunghoon said, patting their heads.
they all then said their goodbyes, and left one by one, leaving the girls alone. riki lingered for a moment or two- or had yn imagined it all? - but left behind his hyungs. 
the girls were silent, engulfing one another in a big group hug, and manager park had said that she and the staff will get everything cleaned up and that the girls could rest and tuck in for the night. 
they managed to pick up the box together- and, bless his heart, sunoo was right. it was heavier than what it looked like. still, they managed to lug it to the lobby and into the trunk of one of the company cars, which was driving them to their dorms.
they were silent for most ride, with sungie sitting in the middle and leaning her head on yn’s shoulder, dozing off slowly. pae-ri was watching a dance video and yn was listening to a random playlist on spotify. she was gazing out of the window, passing the streetlights and lampposts.
yn opened up her phone, making sure that sungie was completely asleep before selecting a few photos from the party that she took on her phone. she scanned each and every photo, making sure that the brunet dancer was in frame and in focus in the photo, before shifting them to a locked album that was titled ‘nk’. she went through the album once, skipping to all the way up, to which when she saved screenshots of the idol from when he was on i-LAND, and saved twitter and pinterest posts of pictures of when he was younger, much younger.
one thing that most people don’t know about yn is that when she got obsessed with something, she would get obsessed, so much so that she would make it her entire life. most of these obsessions were short lived, not exceeding more than a couple of months, but it was different this time. this obsession had lived for just about two years, perhaps even more. maybe it started when she was a trainee at BELLE and was visiting the HYBE head office for something she didn’t remember, and she saw him in the lobby. maybe it was when she saw him on screen for the first time, when he entered the i-LAND building. sometime then, she thinks, locking her phone when sungie shifts a little.
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once they arrived at their dorms, and after they managed to haul the box and the rest of the immense amount of gifts they received from their friends and fellow idols, the girls started to get un-ready in silence, too tired to have a proper conversation. manager park had texted yn privately, saying that they will be going live in the morning, after they posted pictures from the debut party. yn replied with an ‘ok!’ and started to wipe off her makeup and brush through her hair.
she texted her mom once, seeing if she was awake to call for a little bit, since she was so busy the entire day that she wasn’t able to talk to her family. she waited a bit, but when she was left on ‘sent’, she scrolled through her twitter, and since she followed a bunch of idols today, a lot of pictures of the party came up on her timeline. she smiled, liking them all, commenting on a few. jungwon and sunoo, as well as all the older members posted pictures of them with the girls. she liked and retweeting them with funny comments. she noticed that riki didn’t post anything- but then again, he didn’t give her his twitter, even when he saw his members giving theirs. even though she was a little heartbroken, but she was too tired to do anything. 
‘yah, yn, we have a live to do tomorrow morning, go to bed’ pae-ri’s text woke yn up from her daze, and she replied with an ‘okkkk’ and set an alarm for six am, four hours from when she was awake. she knew that she didn’t have to be awake until nine, but she wanted to hit the gym at HYBE for a bit before anything else to wake herself up for a bit. she also wanted to vlog tomorrow morning, so it would serve as viable content to post.
she put her phone on charge, shutting off her lights, and snuggled into her comforter, smiling to herself, finally feeling happy and content after years and years. 
she let a tear slip from the corner of her eye. not a tear of sadness or sorrow, but of happiness, because yn finally thought that things were going her way.
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So, I was recently reminded that fake mermaid tails for swimming exist, and now I'm wondering: how would the main six react if they were on an ocean-related vacation with MC, and MC suddenly whipped out a mermaid tail to go swimming in? I'm quite curious!!🧜🌊🏝️
Alexei - He loves the ocean so this is great. You could pretend he's a researcher documenting a merperson discovery lol
Brooklyn - A bit disappointed you didn't tell him or he would've bought one, but he's happy to be the human in your merperson x human love story
Leo - *Pulls out his own and jumps in with you*
Milo - Has brought an underwater drone with him so he takes cool photos of you
Rory - Wants to be included but is too embarrassed to wear one. You later see red colored tails in his search history
Tobias - Immediately transported to when he lost a bet in Vegas and had to wear one. Shows you photos
*my friend who actually owns a mermaid tail helped me answer these ✨
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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Seven
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Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews
Summary:
Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 
Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 
Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 
Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...
A/N: The tag list is open!
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Chapter Seven - A Little Boston Magic - Andy/Leia
Andy 
I’m trying really hard to not say anything.  
It’s physically painful to not say anything.  
But here I am, watching the girl of my dreams getting ready for a date. With another man.  And not just another man. One of my team mates.  
Jeremy Swayman.  
If I didn’t think it would end with me getting my ass beat by Ullmark or my defensemen or my forwards, fuck, basically the whole team, I would have sabotage this date and put Swayman in a ditch.  
Why do I say that? 
Because Jeremy Swayman is the worst when it comes to women.  He has puck bunnies climbing him left and right. The problem is, most women say he was sweet, and they understood that it was just a hook-up. No one talks about how degrading he could be. The things I have heard in the locker room; its like he is an overgrown frat bro.  
And my girl is going out with him.  
Fuck my life.  
I’ve stayed in my room tonight as she got ready.  I know that I cannot keep the scowl from my face if I try. Then I would have to explain why and you couldn’t pay me enough to let that information out. I’m reading in my room when I hear a knock.  “Yeah?” 
“Andy, can you help me with my zipper please?” Leia peaks around the door in a robe. “I can’t reach it.”  
Just kill me. Strike me down.  I don’t want see her in her dress. I don’t want to know what she looks like for a first date that isn’t with me.  “Sure Princess.”  I get up slowly and have her spin.  She lowers the robe for me to see the two flaps of her black dress. I reach for the zipper and accidentally run my knuckle down her spine. I think I hear a quiet moan escape her mouth and I work on holding back my own moan. Her skin is like silk, soft and warm and oh fuck, I have to fight the urge to kiss the exposed skin.  I pull the zipper up and step back. “All done.”  
“Uh, yeah, thank you.” She closes the robe and steps back. She takes a good look at my face and I know she can see something there.  “Are you ok?” 
“I’m fine. Just tired.” I give her a weak smile. I don’t want to do this right now.  I just want her to go because it fucking hurts to see how beautiful she is and its not for me. “Some of the guys asked about grabbing a beer so i might do that but get to bed early.”  
“Oh, okay.  Well I just need to finish up and I’ll get out of your way.”  
“It’s not a problem Princess.  Be safe and have fun.” I kiss the top of her head and she leaves.  Fifteen minutes later, I heard the doorbell and Leia climbing down the steps. I headed to my window. I watched as Jeremy opened the door for Leia, made sure she was in and went to the driver’s side and got in.  
I waited a few minutes before calling a car service. I can’t stay here tonight. I just need to drown my sorrows, but I can’t call Luke. I headed to a bar across town.  Hopefully, I can drink in peace.  
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Leia 
I am nervous. I hadn’t been on a date in a long time. Bret barely took me out unless it was to impress someone. His clout was that I was the sister of an NHL player.  Whatever, he’s out of my life now, regardless of child in my belly.  
My child.  
This is such a fucked up situation but Andy was right.  No point in worrying about telling anyone unless it was going to be a thing.  This is not a thing yet with Jeremy. At least, I don’t think. I just like the attention.  
As Jeremy drives us to the restaurant, my mind can’t help but think of the way Andy looked as he was zipping my dress. He’s eyes were dark, almost lustful, as he ran his knuckle across my skin.  It was rough but it felt so good. It’s confusing. I mentally give myself a shake and focus on Jeremy.  
“I made a reservation at Grill 23.” Jeremy smile falters.  “Shit, I forgot to ask if you eat meat.” He swallows and looks back at the road.  
I giggle.  “It’s ok, I do eat meat. I’ve never been to Grill 23.” I smile at him.  “So, how was practice?” 
“It was good. Had some good stretches in butterfly. My hip was bothering me so the trainers updated my stretching routine.”  
“Butterfly?” 
“Oh, when we are down on our knees and our legs as splayed out, like wings.”  
I couldn’t help but giggle again. Goalies are so flexible. “Well, I’m glad you are taking care of yourself. Need you to help get the cup.”  
“That’s my plan, sweetheart.” Jeremy took my hand and drove with one hand. Its incredible sexy. “How’s the business going?” 
“It’s good, still building my client list. Got a couple of baseball players that Andy and Luke know to come on board, Adler and Storm.  And I have a meeting with the Patriots social media as well.” I was excited for the Patriots meeting. While the Bruins were the top in the NHL, everyone knew the Patriots. Even if I would never get to work with Tom Brady.  
“I know you’re gonna do great.”  Jeremy lifted my hand and he kissed my knuckles.  Ok, swoon.  
We pulled up to the restaurant and the valet opens my door. Jeremy takes my arm and we walk in. “Reservation for Swayman,” he told the hostess.   
She gave him a big smile, which made me dim a bit. “Mr. Swayman, welcome. Please, follow me.” Was it necessary for her sway her hips like that as she walked? Jeremy changes his hold on me, now linking our hands and intertwining out fingers. “Here you go Mr. Swayman.”  
Jeremy moves to pull my chair. “Here you go sweetheart.” I smile and sit before he takes the seat next to me instead of across. The hostess looks like she’s eaten a lemon now.  She hands over the menus and walks away. “Wow,” Jeremy said. “She must be jealous because I have the most beautiful girl in Boston having dinner with me.”  
I blush at his words. “Jeremy, stop.” He laughs and we move on with our date. He’s a perfect gentleman the entire time. He didn’t question when I said I just wanted water instead of a drink or when I passed on the oysters. That’s the down side of pregnancy. No alcohol or raw seafood.  
“Would you like to go and grab a drink, a coffee?” Jeremy is walking me out the door.  “There is a lounge around the corner. Listen to some music?” He’s face is hopeful. And then he smiles and I’m gone.  
“Sure, we can do that.” His smile grows and he holds my hand a little tighter.  
The lounge is dark, save the candlelight all around and the spotlight on the band.  Its a 40s band, playing old school tunes. We snag a table a he orders both of us a water.  “If you want to have a drink, its fine.”  
“Nah, have a game tomorrow and I don’t want to get bloated.  Besides, I don’t want to drink when you’re not. Is there a reason?” 
Fuck. Ok, just have to breathe through this question. “Umm, I had a bad experience with alcohol so I just don’t anymore.” I smile. “Lesson learned when I was underage.”  
“Ah,” Jeremy says. “Well, healthy body and all that.”  
The band starts up a slow song.  Jeremy stands up and turns to me.  “Could I have this dance, sweetheart?” 
Did I create this man with magic? It takes everything in me not to swoon. He’s perfect. I take his hand and he leads me to the dance floor. We dance slowly, my body is pressed close to his, hands on my waist. When he looks at me, I’m lost in his eyes. He raises a hand and caresses my cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispers.  
His lips are soft when they are pressed against mine.  
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Andy 
I’ve been sitting at Red Line for a good two hours and Mike keeps me topped off. First thing he asked when he saw my face was whether I was driving or not.  He’s a good guy.  I mentioned taking a cab, he poured the first drink.  
How did my life come to this? I mean, I think I’m a catch. Women have no problem telling me how handsome I am.  I have more money than I know what to do with. I have friends and yet I have never felt lonelier. Maybe I earned Fiona finding someone else. I had been so focused on the captaincy that I lost focus on her. But I was doing it for our future. The future. When did it change to wanting to raise Leia’s baby with her and have my family? I guess it was always there. I knew what i wanted a long time ago.  
All I want is the one person I can’t have.  
I think I am on my third or fourth bourbon when i feel someone sit next to me. I ignore whoever it is because really, I am not good company right now.  
“Andy?” 
My head looks up to see Leia’s best friend Stella seated next to me. “Hey Stel.”  
“What are you doing here?” She has genuine concern on her face.  
“Leia’s out and I didn’t want to be alone in the house. I mean, I’m alone in life, so I guess should get used to it but not tonight.” I threw the drink back and waved down Matt for another.  
“Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” As Matt put down my refill, Stella picked it up and downed it.  
“Hey, that was mine!” I looked at her. “What do you want, Stella?” 
“I’ve been watching you and I got worried. The last time i saw you like this was...” she hesitates.  
“You can say it. Fiona.  The last time i was like this was Fiona.” Mike put a glass of water in front of me.  I looked at him questioningly.  
“Drink it and I’ll give you another,” he said. I sighed, flipped him off and downed the water. It felt good going down.  I looked at Mike and he poured another, which I kept from Stella this time.  I took a sip and looked back at Stella.  
“Talk to me, Andy.”  
“I can’t watch her date. I can’t watch her find happiness without me. Especially with him. He’s not a good guy but I can’t say anything because she’ll hate me.  I can’t have her hate me.I don’t want to lose her.”  I could feel my eyes burn with tears that I would not let out.  Like hell was I going to do that.  
“Oh, Andy. Why not tell her?” 
“How does she know?” I can feel myself pale. “Stella, you can’t... Fuck, how do you even know?” 
“Are you kidding me, Barber? Half the team knows that you have been into Leia for years. You are not sublte about it. Really, I’m surprised Luke hasn’t kicked your ass by now.”  
Fuck. I hang my head. “Then why doesn’t she like me back?  What’s wrong with me?  Fiona cheated, Leia ignores me.” Mike set another glass and I sipped it. “It has to be me right?” 
“Andy, you don’t see it, do you?” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “You’re catch. And trust me, we all know it. We just know who belongs to you and we’re waiting for her to get her head out of her ass.”  
“Who?” Stella made like she was locking her mouth. “I think you’re lying Stella.  But thanks.”  
We sat for a moment when Stella said, “you like her a lot don’t you?” 
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m in love with her.” 
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Leia 
We pulled up to my house and I can see the house is dark.  Andy’s probably asleep; he said he was turning in early. As Jeremy killed the engine, I turned to him. “I had a great night.”  
“Me too.  Let me walk you to the door.” Jeremy climbed out and went to open my door.  We were at the door when another car pulled up to the house.  
“Stella?” I looked as she pulled into the driveway. She had someone else in the car with her.  “What are you doing here?” 
“Jeremy, oh thank god.  Can you help me?” She went to the passenger side and opened the door and I gasped.  
“What happened?” I watched as Jeremy helped Andy to his very unsteady feet.  I moved to the door to open it. “Put him on the couch.”  I turned to Stella.  “You went out with Andy?” My tone came out harsher than I intended.  
Stella took a step back. “No. I was hanging out with some of the trainers at The Red Line and when everyone left, I noticed him at the bar. He was four in, according to Mike. I tried to sober him up but he was too far gone already.  Mike helped me get him to the car. I was going to call Luke but thankfully Jeremy is here.” 
“Oh.” Why would Andy do this? I looked at him, passed out on the couch. “Thanks for taking care of him Stel.”  
“He’s my friend too, you know. I’m just glad I was there.” She turned and smiled at Jeremy. “Thank you for your help.”  
“Anytime, Stella. Sweetheart, can you handle him?” 
I nodded.  “I’m gonna leave him here and just put a blanket over him. Let me walk you guys out.” Stella waved as she walked to her car. I turned to Jeremy, who wrapped his arms around me. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jeremy.”  
“I’m happy you liked it. Can we do it again, soon?” His eyes, even in the dark, looked hopeful.  
“I would love to. Good night Jeremy.” I felt myself blush and look down.  
He tilted my chin. “Good night, sweetheart.” And he kissed me gently. God, this man can kiss. He pulled away and brushed my nose with his. “Talk to you later.”  He walked to his car and I went back in, closing the house.  I turned to Andy, who let out a soft snore. I sighed. I went to him, pulled off his shoes and threw a throw blanket over him.  I kissed his forehead.  
I want to know why he got drunk tonight, especially before a game day. Its so not like him.  
My phone chimed as i made it into my room. 
Stella: Talk to him. I think you would like what he has to say 
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(re)starting over again | kth; 6.5
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plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.
words | 3.8k+
genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au
pairing | taehyung x reader
warning/s | flashbacks ahead (you might get confused)
note | Hello! MC doesn't have many appearances in this one but I promise she will have more in the next one. I just want to say THANK YOU for your comments and asks from the last one! I really loved reading them! I hope you'll enjoy reading this one too. Let me know your thoughts!
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FIVE YEARS AGO, Taehyung briefly moved out of his shared apartment with Jimin. He had constructed a plan in his head just a couple of weeks after the bakery opened. Since the said opening was a total success, Taehyung decided to find an apartment of his own, one that is near their business location. Luckily, he found one that he thinks is perfect. 
“Move in with me?”
One and a half months later, after living in his own place alone, he asked Lily the question. They just finished watching a movie and just spooning on his couch. He tried to calm his heavy-beating heart as silence took over. The fact that he could not see Lily’s face didn’t help. She remained quiet and he tried to wait patiently. But then, Taehyung felt Lily’s hand moving his arm on her waist, heightening his emotion. But she moved, turning around just to meet his eyes.
“I would love to.” she smiled.
There, it felt like a new chapter had opened in Taehyung’s life. Lily doesn’t have many things, so within that same week, she moved into his one-bedroom apartment. Admittedly, they were both excited. The thought of living in the same house and doing something domestic with his special someone fed Taehyung’s romantic views of things.
But they were dating for only six months at that time and that was also the same time they had known each other. Living together, in the beginning, was all about rainbows and butterflies. But once they went past that phased, they began learning more and more things about each other that can be a more significant issue in their relationship soon.
“Babe, have you seen my eyeliner?” Lily asked as she rummages through the perfectly set throw pillows on their couch.
“No, I haven’t, darling.”
Taehyung watched, still wearing his apron since he just finished trying some new pastry in the kitchen. Lily hurriedly looked for that eye makeup, even looking under the surface of their carpet and other furniture in the living room. 
Somewhere in their first four weeks of living together, Taehyung learned how his girlfriend often misplaces her things. Every time she would come back home, she would just drop her stuff everywhere. One time, he even found Lily’s makeup purse in the freezer. He would trip on the neon pink high heels lying around the living room or accidentally sit on her favorite shade of lipstick on their couch. Taehyung is very much aware that he is not the neatest person in the world. But at least he cleans up every time he makes a mess in their kitchen.
“Can we watch other things?”
Another thing he learned, they have different tastes in both music and series. Taehyung was fine at first since he knows everyone has different interests. Every time he puts on a Marvel movie on their TV, Lily would ask to play another thing. He would give way and watch reality shows with her. But that’s what happens every single time. Lily always gets what she wants. Taehyung tried making her watch one of his favorite films with him but she ended up sulking. They did not even get to finish it.
Then somewhere sometime during their third month of living in one home, Lily dropped hints about her thoughts on his career path.
“What’s that smell?” 
Lily walked out of their shared bedroom. She was ready to leave for an advertisement photoshoot her mom booked her. It’s early in the morning, the clock just ticked to six. Taehyung was trying out another recipe before he gets to the bakery later.
“Oh, I was baking this–”
Lily cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, “I don’t like it.”
“What?” His head tilted in her direction. His confused eyes met her empty ones.
“I don’t like it,” she repeated.
He chuckled, thinking that she was kidding, “Darling, it’s cookies.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like the smell of it. Plus, I think the smell of everything you bake sticks to every fabric in this apartment,” she explained.
Taehyung stopped from what he was doing and crosses his arms over his apron-wearing chest, “So what are you trying to say?”
“I am trying to say don’t bring your baking stuff here in our unit. You and Jimin have your own shop to do all that.”
Picking up her changing tone, Taehyung just sighed, “Okay. Let me just finish this single batch.”
“Great. I appreciate that.” she smiled. “Anyways, I got to go, babe. Mom will tear my ear off if I show up past her scheduled time.”
It began with that: Lily complaining about the smell. Later, the ‘mess’ he makes when baking in the kitchen. Then suddenly she hates the clicking sound of the oven when he is using it. She said that it distracts her. Suddenly, there is a list of a hundred things she does not like about baking in general. Jimin even noticed it when he visited there one time.
“I’m just saying, why do it here? Why do baking in this kitchen?!” Lily hissed as she drops her purse on the couch. “I hate that my house has to smell like a bakery all the time–”
“For your information, this is my house too.”
“Yet I was the only one who paid the bills for last month.”
“It was one time and I already paid my share, Lily! The bakery is just starting out and–” Taehyung tried to explain but she interrupted him once again.
“I should have told you this. I knew that bakery will never work.”
Taehyung paused, trying not to display his confusion and little shock with that, “What?”
But Lily remained angry as she lets wordy come out of her lips, “If I am being honest, I don’t see any potential from it, Taehyung. I think both you and your friend are just wasting your money and time on starting your own business! You should have just accepted that contract offer from my–”
Two months into their relationship, Taehyung met Lily’s mom when he decided to accompany her on going to her photoshoot for that day. He would drive her to her shoots every time that he can.  Lily would complain that the road traffic would make her late and Taehyung would try to ease her up with a lighthearted joke. Sometimes, it would work. Sometimes, it would not. 
Anyways, Lily’s manager is her mom ever since she was a kid. When he met her, Taehyung was waiting for Lily somewhere in the studio during her photoshoot. Her mom was late but simply sat on the vacant monobloc beside him. They don’t know each other but her mom kept on saying things like: “Isn’t she pretty?” or “She should have posed this way.”. When she asked him if he was one of the staff members, Taehyung chuckled respectfully and introduced himself as the model’s boyfriend.
“I don’t remember my daughter telling me she is dating someone,” she uttered with a strict tone.
For some reason, Taehyung felt a little terrified hearing that since she seems like a very stern person. Also, it was his first time meeting the parent of someone he dates. Lily later introduced them to each other formally after the whole shoot. Gladly, her mom invited him to an unexpected lunch. Lily said he doesn't have to say yes if he doesn’t want to. But Taehyung accepted the invite. In the middle of that same lunch, her mom complimented him on his looks, asking if he also works in the same industry. Taehyung shyly denied it and proudly replied about starting a bakery with his best friend, sharing that they have been dreaming of it since they were little kids. He remembered seeing her mom’s face grimace upon learning that. Lily looked away. Taehyung tried not to think much of it.
“So you’re saying you never believed in me?” Taehyung interjected, voice a bit weak. But he wants her to deny it. He wants her to say that he was wrong, that he was just overthinking things, and that she is just using the wrong words to express herself.
But Lily paused and chewed her lower lip, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s not that I don’t believe in you. It’s that I think baking is not for you. More opportunities are made for you than playing with flour every day.”
Taehyung’s shoulder slumped as his breath shook, “It’s my dream. It’s my passion, Lily.”
“And not every dream or passion can get you far. And when things don’t go well with your bakery, it’s like you pour all your money in the drain, and it–”
“It would be gone.” he sadly finished her statement. ”But at least I tried.”
There was a moment of silence after that. Lily remained standing in the middle of their small living room while Taehyung slowly sat on the sofa. After hearing her say those things, he cannot stop himself from questioning everything. Not just their relationship, but also his own being. He hated the feeling, it reminded him of his mom.
“I thought you were going to support me in this, Lily. I supported you with yours,” he mumbled.
“Babe, I’m just saying this because I care for you. Please don’t take offense from it. I– Where are you going?” Lily asked when she noticed him picking up his phone and keys as he stood up.
Taehyung frowned and simply shook his head, “I need some fresh air.”
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“When you said that, I felt like I already knew where our relationship was heading,” Lily spoke.
It’s been almost an hour since Lily came to the bakery to meet him. Jimin left a while ago too, so they can have some private time. The moment they sat on one of the empty chairs in the shop, Lily already requested to please don’t bombard her with questions. She was delicate and sympathetic talking to him.
“Okay, Taehyung. I know that you are confused and have thousands of questions in your head. But I will give you two options. A, you will ask me all of your questions– one by one— and I’ll answer them. Or B, we will pick up where was your last memory and I’ll tell what happens later on.” Lily placed her clasped hands on the table.
Taehyung pursed his lips, staring back at her. It took him some seconds before forming a response.
“Are you going, to be honest?”
“Of course,” Lily replied, followed with a small smile of assurance.
So he chose the second option with the trust that she would be truthful in telling their story. Here they are, almost an hour later, Taehyung tried to digest everything he just heard. Yes, Lily shared her side of the story but he could also imagine what he could have felt at that time. 
“I was already feeling guilt all over me by the time you got back. It was only an hour. I was planning to apologize to you but you said you wanted to end everything between us.” 
“I think, you were only out for less than an hour. And the longer you were not there with me, all these heavy, negative emotions started to weigh over me. I hated it. I was like a ticking bomb.” Lily sighed in regret for her own actions before. “The emotions were all mixed up. I was growing mad and sad at the same time. I was starting to question myself about what I said. So when you got back, I was overwhelmed with emotions. When you tried to have a proper conversation with me, it just emerged into this another argument. Then you said that if we will not meet halfway by settling our differences, we should just break up. And I, being a prideful person, immediately agreed and packed up my things the same night.”
Lily rolled her eyes at her own description of her past self. That is how she sees herself from that event of five years ago.
“Prideful?” Taehyung repeated, evidently confused with her use of words.
She looks at him, “Looking at it now, I had so many realizations. Prideful because I was too proud before. I thought I was right with what I said and expected about your career and business. So when you said the thing about of break up, I felt like ‘Oh, okay. It will be your loss. I won’t be the one who will be a failure.’. Then before I left, you told me one thing.”
“What is it?”
“You hoped that I feel the same happiness in modeling in the same satisfaction you get from doing your passion.” she smiled softly. “I think you said that because you want me to understand back then why you went with baking and having a co-owned bakeshop even though it was a very risky move to do.”
Taehyung nodded wordlessly. He knew he needed some time to fully process everything. But for now, he felt pleased with what he heard. Everything somehow made sense. 
“The truth is I was never into modeling. My mom was always the one who pushed me to it ever since I was four.” Lily revealed and Taehyung’s mouth gaped. “So after us and some realizations, I finally decided to leave her management. I began working on the career I really wanted, the one I went to study for.”
“Cosmetology,” Taehyung mumbled with a tone of understanding. “You told me before that you only went for that course since it will contribute to your modeling.”
Lily chuckled, “Well, I also used that as an excuse to my mom so she will let me take that course. But I have been dreaming to be a stylist ever since I was eight. I tried telling my mother about it before but she always rebuked it... One thing I learned is I did the same thing to you and I am always sorry for doing it. I just never say it to you after we broke up.”
“Why? Did we never meet each other again?” he asked, shifting on his seat.
“Nope. I saw you many times near the salon before since there is a bakeshop supply store there. But I was always ashamed to approach you. I am always ashamed of how and why I left. I felt like approaching you would be just a disturbance to your peace and you seemed happier after us.” Lily’s lips formed into a smile. “I’m glad that my poor expectations before were proven wrong. You and Jimin have one of the best bakeries in the city. Although I never walked in here again, people around me always have your products. Even my son loves your cheesecake.”
Taehyung blinked as he tried not to look surprised, “You have a son?!”
“I do! Wait…” Lily excitedly reached for her phone and showed him her current lock screen. It’s an image of a toddler messily holding a chocolate ice cream cone. “His name is Leehyun. He turned two three months ago.”
Taehyung can feel the happiness and love radiating from her as she talks about her son. Her eyes sparkles while she stared at Leehyun’s picture, all while telling a short story about him. It simply showed how time has already gone by and she is doing better than before.
“He looks cute.” he complimented. “Actually, I made some cheesecake. You should take it home as a gift.”
“Oh, no. I will pay for it!” Lily uttered.
“Yeah, you should. You literally said that my business is going to fail before!” 
Taehyung joked and luckily, Lily quickly picked that up. She first looked at him with a dramatic shocked expression before they shared a good laugh. After that, they glanced at one another with more relaxed smiles on their faces.
“I’m really sorry, Taehyung. What I did and said before is all wrong and hurtful. You deserve someone who can give an equal amount of attention, care, and love you deliver to everyone, including to me when we were together. I am sorry for ever doubting you and your passion five years ago. It was all my fault for projecting my insecurities and other issues to you. I really, really hoped that you are having greater people and things around you now.” 
Her voice quivers towards the last sentence. Taehyung stared at her for a minute, studying her face. Her eyes were glistening like she is about to cry. She was biting her inner cheeks. He knew she is sincere. Sincere but nervous. So he gently reached out for her hand that was on the table. It’s frozen cold.
“We’re good.” he simply said, followed by a nod and smile.
Hearing that, Lily sighed shakily. Her shoulders visibly slumped like weights have been lifted off them. It made Taehyung wonder if she have been feeling that heavy before they met here today. Taehyung rarely hears such a genuine apology so he decided to forgive her. He always hoped to hear one from someone for a long time now anyway.
“Thank you. It means a lot.” Lily stated. She exhaled again before asking, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“How are you now? Like do you place out of place here in the bakeshop after waking up?”
Taehyung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, “I… I’ve been confused a lot of times. Many customers come in here talking to me like I know them when I really do. But Jimin helps me to explain to everyone what happened. Also, adjusting to the new house, he helped me.”
“That’s great! I cannot imagine how hard would it be if you were dating someone before the accident.” Lily shared, unaware of your existence.
The thought of you quickly popped into his head as he felt his stomach drop. Taehyung gulped, “What? Why?”
“I mean, you forgot about– Wait, you are not dating anyone, are you?” Lily noticed how his demeanor changed so she asked.
“... I am. She’s a nurse.”
“Oh my god.” she covered her mouth. “How long have you been dating each other?”
“Four years. We’re also living together.” Taehyung replied so stiffly, more nervous because of Lily’s reactions.
“Oh my god,” she repeated, sadder this time. “Please tell me she knows that you are talking with me right now, Taehyung.”
His heart beats faster as he wordlessly shook his head as an answer. The guilt was all coming back to his body when Lily called his name with a disappointed tone.
“Tae… You should have told her about this. Does she hate me?”
“No… I don’t know,” he replied, pursing his lips.
“Does she even know about me?” 
“I don’t know.”
Lines formed between her eyebrows before she asked a question again, “Do you even talk to her?!”
“Of course!” Taehyung quickly replied. He hated how he sounded defensive.
Lily looked concerned. But she just said, “Okay, can you promise me that you will tell her about this when you got home?”
Taehyung nods, “Yes, I promise.”
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Maybe he really just wants to be left alone.
You stared outside the van’s window, leaning your head against it. It’s been a couple of hours since you and Jisoo saw Jimin at the mall. You tried not to think much about it but you failed. You were thinking of why Taehyung told you they are busy at that hour. Why Jimin is in the mall? Or is any of them lying?
Your head remained occupied throughout your preparation for Jisoo’s bachelorette party. Luckily, you managed to still make your glittery makeup great and amazing. You even styled your hair to a sleek high bun in favor of the black mini blazer dress you’re wearing. You also wore dark high pumps for it. 
Currently, Jisoo’s cousins, the bridesmaids, picked you up. As soon as you got in the van, they made you take a shot of alcohol. You were the last one to fetch before you all go to the place they planned to go to. The maid of honor is with Jisoo, she will be the one to take her there. Julia was supposed to come too but her shift schedule got in the way. Nonetheless, you never felt out of place with Jisoo’s family.
“Here, take another shot.” Yoonji handed you a shot glass filled with tequila once again.
You turned your head to her and giggled, “I already took one.”
“Yeah, but you seemed to be thinking a lot of things. This one will help you forget it for the meantime,” she replied with a smirk.
“Okay.” you laughed and drank it. “I just hope I don’t forget too much!”
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Lily did stay for another hour after making him promise. They, mostly Lily, talked about the last five years. She shared how she already cut her mom off, how she met Leehyun’s father and many more. Before she left, Taehyung tried to give her the whole cheesecake in a cute box. But she urged on taking only the half as she don’t want her son having too much dessert. 
“You should take the other half to your girlfriend. She’ll love it,” she advised as she insisted on paying him full price for it.
In the end, she left the money on their counter and hastily exits the bakeshop. Taehyung laughed as he watched her leave since Lily knows that was the only way he will accept her payment. When Taehyung was already closing down the shop minutes later, he received a text message from Lily.
It was nice seeing you again, Tae! Thank you for today and the cheesecake. Take the money and put it in your cash register! LOL! Anyways, keep that promise, okay? Let me know if she hates me, just kidding! Good luck, Taehyung! :)
He smiled reading that one. Then, he messaged Jimin, updating him, and texting that he will be closing the shop. Although alone, he managed to do it fast. Taehyung went home with a box of half cheesecake in his hands. He already made a plan to tell you about everything tonight. He’s hoping that he can wait for you to come home.
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SOMETIME AROUND 2AM, Taehyung woke up to knocks on the front door. By then, he found himself sleeping on the couch in the living room with the television playing some random movie. He was waiting for you to come home. It took him half a minute to get up and realize that it was already late.
“Kim Taehyung, are you in there?!”
Someone outside the door continued knocking– slamming on the door. He figured that maybe it was you. So, he opened the door. He did not expect what he sees.
There is a short-haired woman in front of him. You were at the back being supported by another woman since you seemed like you cannot balance yourself. Your hair looked a little disheveled as your head kept on nodding down like you are falling asleep. Then slowly, you looked up at him. He can already tell you had too many drinks. From a blank stare, your expression changed to a happy and surprised look when you recognized who he is.
“Helloooo, looove!”
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mackeydoodledoo · 6 months
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The Florals: Chapter 9
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem MC)Reader
Summary: You and your best friends are one of the most popular local bands. After a gig you meet the bartender, who has caught your eye and interest.
Chapter Warnings: Band Competition/Performer’s Anxiety, Relationship-Repairing attempt, Panic Attack
A/n: Okay, kinda got lazy writing the performance part of this chapter. Idk why but I find it difficult to write performance aspects lol
Chapter Key: Italic = Thoughts, [Words] = Song lyrics, +*+ = Time Skip
Chapter Theme: The Florals Competition Score Youtube Playlist
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One week before the big competition... 
You woke up before Wanda, who was still asleep next to you. As careful as possible, you slip out of your bed and change out of your pajamas and get dressed for a long rehearsal day. 
When you arrive to the theatre, you already see your friends there.
“Helmets are here,” Lark holds up one of them
You practically run up on stage and help organize them with everyone. 
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After helping one another organize the Impera Helmets and figuring out the clothing, the five of you begin setting up instruments.
“So this whole shindig spans 3 days, the final day being Friday,” Lark explains the email
“Who else besides us and My Heart Your Teeth?” Rose asks
“Vision.” Lark sighs in disappointment
Right... 
You forgot about him... But, you heard that ever since he and Wanda (mostly Wanda) had called things quits with him right at his album’s release party, he didn’t even chart. 
“Well, shouldn’t really be that hard,” You say, “Long as we keep our heads together, everything will of nicely.”
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God it’s hot outside... 
The six of you enter the main hall for the arena... 
Whoa...
“We won’t be long,” You say
Wanda nods as you walk away to catch up with your bandmates to check in for the competition.
*Wanda’s POV* “Wanda,” A familiar voice calls you from behind
Oh... No...
You slowly turn around to see Vision... Slowly making his way to you. You immediately look around for Strelitzia to no avail. But, fortunately, Vision stops a several inches away from you; seeing how frightened you looked.
“What are you doing here?” You ask him, trying to keep the eye contact away from him
“I last minute entered this... Competition...” He says
“Why?” You ask, “You said this competition is for bands that are attempting to become big shots like you.”
He really isn’t a big shot... After I left him, his album didn’t chart in the top 10...
“I know but..” Vision says
“But?” You ask
“I’ve realized how much I've been sitting my nose in my music,” He says
Oh now he admits it?...
“But, it was to make a better living for the both of us,” Vision states
He attempts to gently grasp your hands but you back away in fear. He immediately straightens himself out. 
“Don’t touch me Vision,” You say, beginning to tremble
“Wanda, please,” Vision begins to beg, “I know you still feel something for me and better to act on them now and come home...”
He attempts to reach out to you again but you take another step back. 
“I said don’t touch me Vision,” You say, slightly louder
“Wanda please...” He continues to beg
You were about to turn away when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and notice a familiar helmet that you’ve seen at Strelitzia’s rehearsals.
“Madam,” Lark plays their character, “Is this man bothering you?”
You take one good look at Vision, his face somber.
“Yeah he is Papa,” You play along with your girlfriends’ band’s characters 
You immediately retract into Strelitzia’s embrace. Vision attempts to reach for you however, Strelitzia takes a step back as she pulls you with her and Lark presses their hand on his shoulder.
“I do not recommend messing with someone apart of our Clergy... Vision,” Lark says
“How-How do you?” He asks
He doesn’t know it’s us?
He nods as he takes a step back, pivoting to turn his back to all of you and walks away. 
“You alright?” She whispers 
You look up at your girlfriend and nod. You look at him walking away, back to his managers and friends. You saw some familiar faces as well... Some of your formerly close friends standing around him...You pull yourself out of Strelitzia’s embrace and run off somewhere where your former friends won’t see you.
*Strelitzia’s POV*  You note Wanda pulling herself out of your embrace as you watch her run off. You take a glimpse at your friends as you turn to the direction Wanda ran in.
“Wands are you okay?” You ask, kneeling at her side
You take off your helmet, the awkward back face paint sitting on your nose.
“They’re all here...” She sobs, “They’re all going to try and gaslight me into going back with Vision... You saw how Vision was trying to grab at me...”
You sit next to Wanda as you pull her into your embrace again, trying to calm her down.
“Shhh,” You coo to her, gently brushing her hair 
“Please don't leave me alone,” Wanda begs, looking up at you
“Baby, in a heartbeat I wouldn’t,” You say, “But, I have to soon...” 
You would take her on stage if your were able to. But, apparently they’d put anyone who associated with the artist or band performing in the VIP area. But, your gut feeling told you not to do that.
“Can you get back up?” You ask her
You get up onto your knee but just before you could plant your feet, Wanda puts her hands on your shoulders.
“What?” You ask
She leans over and picks up your helmet and proceeds to put it back onto your head and then gave you a quick peck on the lips as she puts the mask back over your mouth.
“I saw Maria working backstage security,” Wanda says, “I’ll stick around her.”
“Do you want me to take you to her?” You ask
“I’ll be okay,” Wanda smiles, “Get back to them.”
You nod as you watch her catch up to Maria and her coworkers.
You head back towards your friends and walk to the VIP area to watch the first band that was scheduled to go on.
+*+
You take a deep breathe through your nose as you take your place onto the stage.
Now Presenting The Lore of Ghost, The Florals!
You hear the audience cheers echo through the arena: Rose waiting for the echoes to cease... Beginning her repetitive notes. 
+*+
You rush off the stage to remove your helmet and catch your breath.
“Hey Hey Strelitzia, it’s okay,” Wanda rushes over to you
“I’m okay I’m okay, just need to... Just need to...” You try to find your breathing pattern
“Hey, Strel, look at me,” Wanda tells you
You do...
“Breathe in...” She says
You follow suit...
“Breathe out...” She does the exercise with you
The both of you repeat that exercise until your heart beat 
+*+
The six of you head back to your hotel after placing all equipment into your dressing room’s storage. You and Wanda were tasked with bringing food back for everyone.
“What’d you think?” You ask Wanda
“Despite that I knew what instrument you were playing, I was thinking you were playing all of the instruments,” Wanda says
“That doesn’t answer my question Wands,” You chuckle
“You should know what I think, I think you guys were absolutely amazing out there,” She smiles, “I was just commenting on the fact it could be anyone of you guys playing each other’s instruments.”
“I mean, we can, but for the. competition part of this, we have to stick with whatever we choose,” You say, “But if we win, our encore, we can do whatever we want.”
You grab the food after the host calls your name. As the both of you exit the restaurant, you and Wanda see Vision...
“Wanda, may I speak to you alone?” He asks
“Whatever you have on your mind, I’m not going to be offended to hear about it,” You take a step in front of her
“Fine,” He looks at you, his eyes narrowed, “Strelitzia made you cheat on me to get with you.”
“What?” You ask, nearly chuckling
“Vision, Steel wouldn’t do that,” Wanda tries to stand up for you, “She was solely conveniently available and she was willing to get me to wherever I need to get to.She never would have done anything to compromise our relationship. You did that all on your own.”
“I was solely trying to build a better foundation for us,” Vision spews his excuse
“We had a foundation,” Wanda says
“But-”
“But, it wasn’t enough for you,” Wanda says
You turn around to see Wanda beginning to retract into the wall. You turn to her and place the bags of food next to her. 
“I won’t be long, I’ll make him go away,” You whisper
Wanda looks up at you, tears streaming down her eyes. She tries to smile but couldn’t in between her crying. You compose yourself and slowly turn to face Vision.
“Listen man, you have some real nerve trying to find us. Well, Wanda,” You start, “If you really think about it, that makes you a stalker.”
“H-How does that?-” He chuckles
“It definitely sounds like it buddy,” You say
“I’m not here for you Strelitzia, I am here to bring Wanda home,” Vision tries to brush past you
You force your hand unto his shoulder, preventing him from advancing any further.
“I don’t think so Vision,” You turn to him
“Please, I do not recommend keeping me from my goal,” He looks at you
“Wanda is not your goal anymore,” You say, “You can still continue your music career if you step back and walk away now.”
“My music career is nothing without Wanda,” He confesses
The both of you stop struggling amongst each other.
“So you rely on a single person for your music than just simply writing?” You ask, “That’s kinda dumb... If you’ll excuse us, we need to get back to my friends...”
“It’s not dumb it’s love!” He angrily states
From the corner of your eye, you see his bunched up fist. Last second you move your body out of the way; leaving Vision to punch air. 
“Vision stop!” Wanda pleads to him
You continue to dodge his throws: making him grow even more frustrated. Your amusement to his growing frustrations. However, in the midst of finding that amusement, you felt a pain shoot through your cheek and then your palms hit the ground, following your body. As you regain yourself, Wanda places her hand on the back of your head and back as patrons seated on the outside of the restaurant holding Vision back from hurting you even further. 
“Are you okay Strelitzia?” Wanda asks
“Yeah, let’s just grab the food and go back...” You groan
So the both of you do whilst Vision is being berated by the restaurant patrons.
+*+
As you enter the dressing room for your band, your friends stare up at you.
“You guys okay?” You ask
“Yo what did you do last night?” Lark asks
“Got dinner with Wanda, had an unfortunate run-in with Vision, then came back... Why?” You ask
“Vision got disqualified,” Pine tells you
“You’re joking,” You say
“Wish we were,” They hold up their phone to you
You take Pine’s phone and look through the roster for the day: Vision’s name being crossed off of the list.
“Dang,” You chuckle, “Guess he didn’t read the rules when his fist made contact to my cheek.”
The five of you watch through the TV in the room whilst running through Call Me Little Sunshine.
You walk around the stage as you continue to play the simple baseline to your ‘Ballad’ Song for the competition. 
From what you could see from your lens, the audience wasn’t particularly jumping out of their seats. 
Albeit it isn’t a high-upbeat song. 
But, you see Lark clap their hands on beat during the bridge: People began clapping along with them too. But, you could also hear some people clap off beat. 
+*+
The five of you hop out of makeup as your rival band performs after you. You all watch them through the monitor in the dressing room. 
“Jeez their voices are raspy,” Lark sighs, taking a drink of water
“That’s what happens when you do a lot of screamo,” Poppy states, “Doesn’t your voice hurt after singing though Lark?” 
"It does, but I know what my limits are,” They say
“We are further trained than they are,” You say, “Plus, we’ve been doing this since we were in diapers.”
+*+
You stop by Wanda’s room after concluding the second round of performances. The both of you lay in silence as neither of you exchanged words the entire time. You just assumed Wanda was either tired or still shaken up by last night. 
“Wands... You okay?” You ask, finally breaking the silence
“Mhmm,” She says
“You sure?” You ask, “We haven’t exchanged words since I got here.”
“I can’t simply lay in my girlfriend’s arms?” She asks, pouting
“No, not at all what I was saying,” You smile, “You usually make small talk or something. But, I am also tired.”
+*+
As you stepped out onto the stage you look up and see how the arena roof was opened...
Didn’t know this arena could do that... Let alone it being a full moon tonight either...
But, you also knew it was fitting for the song for the third round of the competition. 
You listen to Rose play in with an acoustic and play with Pine in her drum lead in. From there on it was smooth sailing.
+*+
“We absolutely appreciate every single one of you attending this year’s Pride band competition, we truly had some amazing bands perform over these last three days, however, there can only be one band to give you a show tonight,” The announcer yells through their microphone
You and your friends hold each others’ hands as the tension builds. 
Only one of us gets to win...
“The winner of the competition is...” The announcer slowly unravels the envelope
Can he be any slower?!
“The Florals!”
Enormous amounts of cheers erupted throughout the arena as the five of you ease the grip on each other eases and take a step forward into the spotlight and soak in the victory. 
+*+
Before the five of you set up to play your first three songs, you lift the bass to Rose: everyone but Lark and Pine switching back to your respective instruments. Gasps and murmurs in the crowd commenced as they all watch you switch instruments. 
+*+
As quickly as you could, you motion for Poppy to switch guitars with you. With only seconds to spare, you step up to the edge of the stage, propping your leg up on a stage monitor and begin playing the guitar solo. the crowd goes absolutely nuts as they watched you. you look down to the ‘All Access’ area, seeing Wanda and Maria watching; Wanda in particular. Her green eyes illuminated but the you couldn’t tell because of the lights. But, you knew by the look on her face.
You take a step onto the crates an inch below the main stage, kneeling towards the audience as you continue through the guitar solo. Despite your in-ears blocking out the outer sound, you could tell that everyone was going wild.
You hop back up onto the main stage right before the last few notes of the solo and within those few seconds: you switch back to bass guitar.
You and Poppy absolutely shred through the rest of the song: walking around the stage, interacting with your friends that couldn’t move off stage, and towards the crowd that were trying to reach for your hand. You move onto some crates that were a few inches shorter than the stage and lean toward them the safest way possible. 
[Right here Right....]
Your arm is raised: the crowd erupts into cheers, impatient for the final note. As if feeling the cue, all of you hit the note together and on time. 
[Now!]
The crowd erupts into larger and louder cheers as you slam on your improvised bass note. As the music fades out, you swing your bass around to your back and look down at the front row of people and make eye contact with one of them. You point at them as they do the same for you. You kneel down and with as far as your arm could reach: you slip your guitar pick between your longest fingers and place it into their hands. You watch them jump in excitement. 
You went back up to the main stage and take a bow with your four bandmates.
+*+
As soon as you went backstage, the five of you were pulled for an interview.
“That was some show you five have put on these last three days,” The interviewer says, “The way you all ”
Th microphone was held up to you.
“We’ve always known how to play many different instruments as you’ve said,” You explain, “It really just started out to be an experiment but then later concluded as a band that it would be a fun little thing to do. Make the audience sit at the edge of their seats, having them be in awe at the same time.”
“Now, for the encore song, you all switched instruments again, and the guitar solo, was that rehearsed beforehand? Intentional?” They ask
“All of that was on the fly,” Pine explains
“The time to find the moment to switch instruments was difficult no joke,” You say, “But, someway somehow we made it.”
“Wow! incredible!” The reporter dramatically smiles towards their camera, “You heard it here folks: The Florals win the competition tonight by using their multi-talent skills and stage presence to wow the crowd and the judges!”
You all finish the interview and make it back to the dressing room.
The five of you made it. 
+*+
After finishing the interview, the five of you change out of your ‘characters’ to celebrate the win.
“Rose?” Maria Hill’s voice calls from the door
Rose turns to her, in the middle of removing the black face paint from her nose. 
“H-hey Maria,” She blushes, throwing away the soiled makeup remover wipe
You noticed as she was walking towards the officer that there was some black face paint still left on her nose. But, you decided to let her find out for herself as she walks through the door. 
*Rose’s POV* “Let’s take a walk, you and me,” Maria head gestures to exiting the dressing room
You nod and begin to follow her out. But, not before Maria takes your hand into hers: lacing your fingers together. You didn’t expect Maria to grab your hand so quickly, but who were you to complain about it?
*Strelitzia’s POV* You easily took notice of Maria’s gesture but decided against telling everyone. You finish up removing your makeup as you look at the doorway; smiling. 
“Quite a show,” Wanda smiles
You stand from your seat and turn around, smiling as you saunter your way over to her.
“For you, my dear, always,” You smile
You slowly lean in as she does the same. But, before the both of you could have a moment and share a kiss...
“YO YO YO WHO’S READY TO-” Lark comes in, screaming, “Oh... We’re we interrupting something?”
“No, not at all,” Wanda clears her throat, “I won’t keep you five.”
“You... Don’t want to come with us?” Lark asks, genuinely offering Wanda to accompany you
“No no, I’m all people-personed out,” She sighs,”I’ll see you back at the hotel babe.”
Awkward silence hit all of you as Wanda’s fingers trail down your arm as she leaves. 
“Well,” You sigh, lightening the room, “What are we waiting for then?”
Chapter 10 (Final)
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