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Somebody’s Watching Me

What happens when you ignore him after a fight (#groveling).

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Xiao x Reader

A/N: I actually wrote this back in July bc i wanted angst and tension and I meant to post it then but I didn’t have the balls to (still dont but--)... it took me three hours to write less than 3k.... im not who i used to be its so- whateverrrrr,,, as always more of my thoughts are after the tags kekeke, can you tell i still adore angst?

WC - around 2.7K

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Diluc R.

Baby daddy Diluc would love to give you space after a disagreement but, he can’t. He finds himself distracted with everything and anything, nothing can get done when you’re upset with him. Without your forgiveness, he becomes a lost soul! He follows you around like a kicked puppy, he can’t help it! Listen, this man is protective as shit and refuses to be in your bad graces. He’ll do anything to make it up to you, even giving you space if you really want it (although that is the last thing he wants). If you ignore him for too long tho, he might just melt into a puddle of goo and wipe out!

“My love, please-”

“No, Dliuc!” You push away his gloved hand being held out to you, the one that so desperately yearns to cup your cheek, you scoff at it. You scoff at him and Diluc feels his heart aching deep in his chest. “You might not think much of it but, I do. Leave me alone.”

The words harshly slap against him, leaving the man speechless as he pathetically opens and closes his mouth to say anything to get you back. His feet feel as if they’re made out of stone and he knows that no weight could ever keep him from running to you but, now, with the hurt on your face; he feels too ashamed to do anything but watch you storm out of the Winery.

He didn’t know that a snide comment about his brother would snowball into this, you and your unmoving anger.

You’re just so stubborn, so beautiful, that it makes him want to tug at his fiery roots until he yanks his hair out. Diluc knows he said the wrong thing, that maybe talking so lowly of someone you consider a dear friend wasn’t the right thing to do but, he simply could not help it.

Because Diluc watches whenever you step into his field of vision, makes sure to keep you within a safe distance beside him so then he feels comfortable enough to carry on with whatever he was doing.

The same thing happened earlier in the night, everything was fine after his usual scan of the room, but then he heard your laugh. Your charming laugh, one that he thought was reserved for him was instead being spoiled by his brother. It’s a miracle the glass he was drying in his hand didn’t shatter at that moment. Diluc is more than aware of your close friendship with Kaeya, he knows of all the commissions the two of you share and he hates it. Your relationship irks him in a way that he can’t comprehend and he’s aware that he needs to fix that. Fix his jealousy. However, it’s clearly taking much longer than he thought.

Instead of worrying, Diluc focuses on organizing the newly cleaned glasses he left after dinner. One by one, he sets them up perfectly on the shelf before carefully placing each napkin in its rightful stack. It’s become his ritual of cleaning the Winery each night. But, now he’s just distracting himself from the inevitable feeling that has already begun to set in. A mix of worry and guilt, inevitably overpowered by rejection.

His strong fingers thump against the clean dining table and for a moment, Diluc distracts himself from the one thing he wants most. You. It’s a distraction short-lived because he cracks a single finger before making his way deep into the office. Perhaps his paperwork will give him a large enough headache to distract him once more.

The numbing pain building in his temple is nothing compared to the hollow ache blooming in his chest. The mundane task works, the countless amount of numbers he checks over and over again do their job until he hears the gentle sound of the door opening. For a moment, he thinks he may have imagined it but then he hears your footsteps and Diluc is out of his chair and pushing the door out of his way to meet you.

Even if you glance at him and ignore him, walking further up the stairs to create more distance, Diluc already feels the ache starting to soothe over. He follows you after you, keeping a safe amount of paces behind you. Quietly, he moves as if you won’t be able to notice his six-foot frame doing so.

“Beloved,” He starts and you greet him with the bedroom door closing in his face. The action causes a small smile to appear on his face, but Diluc quickly shakes it away. “please,”

It’s nearing midnight and neither of you has time for this. The last thing Diluc wants is you going to sleep upset with him.

He sighs softly before following you into the bathroom, the man feels ashamed and it burns brightly in his chest,

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly breathing in the alluring scent entangled with your hair. “please forgive me.” In his own selfish way, a side he can only show towards you, he doesn’t really give you a choice. Diluc’s strong, muscular arms are wrapped around your waist and holding onto you so tightly. You couldn’t get away from him now without a fight. “I’m working on… my jealousy. Darling, please.”

Even you have to admit how hard it is to deny Diluc when he is begging so earnestly.

You lightly place your hand on top of his own, squeezing him gently before glancing back to place a gentle kiss on his jaw. He sighs with relief.

“I won’t forgive you so easily next time.”

“I know. I will hold you to it.”

Kaeya A.

Kaeya, my forever #1 in this game, would need space after a heavy disagreement. If you walk one way then he will walk in the other direction until he cools off. However, it usually takes him about ten meters before he realizes that he should escort you wherever you’re going so he just follows while silently stewing in his own anger. Kaeya doesn’t show it, he never does because he doesn’t want to displease you but, his upset feelings are there. But, he loves you and would kiss the ground that you walk on to prove it to you.

“Fine then.”

“Fine!” You shriek, and how it got to this, Kaeya isn’t really sure. He watches as you turn away and walk towards the entrance of Mondstadt, his stare lingers for a few moments before he heads towards the cathedral. The two of you always know how to make a scene, even when no one is around and it is late into the evening and all the shops around have closed. He finds that to be a good thing, he didn’t want an audience tonight. Not like this anyway.

His blood is still rushing through his veins, he can hear his heart thumping in his ears. He can still recall the fire burning in your eyes and the distinct way that your hands trembled by your sides every time either of your voices got louder. The captain feels guilty above anything else, anger is still there but he knows it’s an emotion that will fade away quickly.

“Damn it, (Y/N),” Kaeya sighs before tilting his head back, giving himself the view of the starry sky. You always did love the night sky. He knows what he said was wrong, that maybe he shouldn’t have insinuated that you needed support on such a lowly ranked mission but, he couldn’t help it. Kaeya does not like to take chances with you and he would rather underestimate you than overestimate, even if that makes you burn brighter in fury than his brother’s hair.

He just didn’t expect you to get so angry, he thought that maybe you would understand and take it down a notch. Kaeya can’t stand to see you get hurt, to find you fighting multiple monsters all by yourself at once. There’s nothing in this world that could save him if something happened to you, why don’t you get that?

Any unresolved anger gets put on the back burner of his mind, Kaeya decides to make it his priority to look for you. He’ll be damned if you don’t want to be found.

“Stubborn ass,” He murmurs as he heads out the gates, there are a number of places that you could be. Kaeya finds himself so focused, consumed with this one thing he wants so badly, that he doesn’t even blink as he passes the darknight hero.

The redhead beside him lets out a noise that is somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

“(Y/N),” Kaeya calls when he sees you on the other side of the bridge outside the walls of Mondstadt, feet hanging off of the side while you stare at the ducks in the lake below. He sounds playful and that instantly causes your face to sour. Your lips purse at his voice, eyebrows furrowing together, you merely blink at Kaeya before turning your attention back to the water. “don’t ignore me, sweetest.”

In a way, Kaeya is still trying to level his own anger. He’s still processing the effects of your previous conflict while balancing your current conversation. It takes him a moment or two to find the right footing.

“What’s got you bothered, babe?” He sits down beside you very close to the point that there are mere centimeters that keep your thighs from touching. You look at him with a blank expression but Kaeya can see the irritation embedded in your features. “Oh?” He sounds amused when you ignore him once more but, that could be further from the truth. Kaeya is neither entertained nor delighted by this, no, he’s pissed. “Come on, talk to me,” He urges again and this time, he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “you wound me, (Y/N).”

“You wound me!” You finally snap at him, eyes filled with a rage that clearly hasn’t left you from before. “You think I’m weak!”

“I do not, my darling. I just think you need some extra help whenever I can’t join you.” Kaeya’s words do little to soothe your anger, in fact, you just become more irritated. You attempt to push yourself up, to stand up and walk away from him but the captain pulls you tightly into his chest. “You’re not running away from me again~” Had you not been so upset you would have caved in at his honeyed words, taking a rest in his strong arms. “I just want you to stay safe, you get that, don’t you?”

Some part of you can understand that.

“I’m sorry if I had upset you, sweetest, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” Almost as if he is trying to emphasize his words, Kaeya’s arms squeeze around you tightly. “Please let me protect you,”

“I can protect you too, okay?” You stubbornly stare at him and the challenge that rests within your eyes makes his heart flutter. “and myself.”

“Do you promise me?” Kaeya dips his head down, brushing his lips over yours.

“I promise.”

And he seals that with a kiss.

Xiao

If, for some reason, you end up in a disagreement with Xiao and you tell him to politely ‘fuck off’; he will respect your wishes. Xiao will respect it and you by keeping a safe distance of 50 meters between the two of you. Sorry to say this (teehee not really) but the adeptus will not let you out of his sight. He makes it his duty to protect you so when he ends up being the one that hurts you, he works tenfold to make up for it. Quietly, he will follow until you’re ready to come back and talk with him once more.

“Leave me alone, Xiao.” You didn’t have to even look over your shoulder to tell he was there. Still, you frown when you see your boyfriend behind you perched on the top of a large rock. Irritation blooms in your chest and you hastily try to swallow it down by taking a few more steps down the dirt path.

“Okay.” His voice is soft, almost as it if he speaks it like a promise. You sigh out in relief, feeling a weight lifting off of your shoulders because sometimes you just need space. But then he appears on another boulder in front of you, teleporting, and it almost feels as if he is mocking you.

Xiao watches you carefully, he doesn’t let his amber eyes leave your sight for even a second as you continue to aimlessly walk through the Bishui plain. Had you not known him so well, you would have thought he was angry. His face is hard as his hollow eyes stare and stare to make sure you feel his presence all around you.

This is a normal Xiao. Protective and kind, always worrying about you almost more than needed. No amount of arguing or convincing could get him to see that you’re fine without him hovering around you every second of every day. The mere thought makes you wince and ache blooms in your chest at the harsh words spat between the two of you earlier in the evening.

You shouldn’t have called him obsessive and paranoid.

He shouldn’t have called you weak and helpless.

Carefully, you glance over your shoulder to look at him. Xiao looks lonely on the rock, he feels distant as his eyes wash over you. Almost to ask what’s wrong, he subtly tilts his head.

You’re not ready to give in, not yet. You keep walking, ignoring the gentle breeze of air transporting around you until you reach a familiar rock.

The earthly object is not hard to climb, it sits low enough that you can place yourself on it without any work. It provides such a pretty view of the plains, and the gentle green and yellow accents never fail to provide you with comfort and a sense of stability.

Xiao lets you have your breath of air, he watches as you stare longingly at the scene in front of you. He doesn’t glance at it once, he’s meant to protect Liyue and will do so with his entire being when it comes down to it but-

But, something claws in his chest and urges him to protect you even more.

If you want space, he will give it to you. However, he will always see to it personally that you get home safely. His mortal treasure is more precious to him than duties.

He can only stand you angry at him for so long.

Xiao’s footsteps are silent, he moves so quietly that you don’t hear him but you always feel him when he is near. You know that he is now standing beside you, just a little behind so that he doesn’t impose on your view.

“Are you ready to forgive me?” Xiao, as much as he doesn’t know about mortal emotions, knows how this needs to go. He asks for forgiveness, you grant it to him then you’re not angry with him anymore. He sees the scene play out time and time again between couples at the Wangshuu inn, but he would never admit that he pays attention to them.

“Have you even apologized yet?” You glance back at him, brief judgment in your eyes but any of your fighting spirit had diminished hours ago.

“Oh,” Xiao quietly gasps, hiding the noise as he gently sits down next to you, he forgot about that part, didn’t he? “I apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both blurt it out at the same time and a heavy air descends upon the two of you. Xiao shakes his head before tilting it away from you as he lets his eyes glance over rock to rock.

“You’re not weak.” His soft tone almost makes you melt and the quiet murmur makes your cheeks burst with heat. “I don’t want anything to ever happen to you. If you call for me, I will always be there.”

You smile, you smile at him and he feels the stiff heart in his chest thump.

“I know, Xiao.” His eyes widen as you rest your hand over his own, how can you be so kind and understanding? “I shouldn’t have called you those things, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and took it out on you.” Xiao almost finds it hard to focus, your touch is so soft and your lips are so full underneath the moonlight. Oh, how can’t he kiss you at this moment? “I like my space but, only if you’re there to share it with me.”

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wongyuseokie · 9 months

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Bake a Wish | c.s.c

Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3651 words

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut & Angst, Idol! AU, but like it’s not that important. It just sets the tone, I guess? Like why he stays in a dorm etc.

Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl), daddy kink, only for a few seconds tho, oral sex (f receiving), pussy fingering, overstimulation, cum licking (off fingers), ear biting (nibbling, it’s sexy), squirting. Nicknames, kitten because, at this point, it’s my favourite nickname to use.

Authors Note: Thank you so much @here4kpopfics, @lovelyhan, @seokgyuu @sluttywoozi and @seungkwansphd, for hearing me go on and about this fic and helping me out 💕also tagging my lovely @duhnova because I know you yell about Cheol a lot 😗😗

Authors Note 2: Happy Birthday Cheol!! 🥳 here's a smutty little sorta plot-filled smut fic 💕💕 I posted it at 12 (Korea time) woo hoo.

“Cheol?”

No response.

“Seungcheolie?”

“Baby, I know I forgot. Work was just crazy and everything. I won’t make excuses. Please don’t be mad,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend sighed.

“I’m not mad. You were the one who wanted to do something, so for you to forget,” Seungcheol trailed off, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Forget it. I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t sulk over a birthday,” Seunghcheol said, defeated, as he started to get up from the couch.

“Cheol, I just lost track of the days and forgot. I’m so sorry,” you apologised, getting up and going after him.

“See, that’s what bothers me. You forgot. I’ve had friends forget, family forget, but you? I guess that puts things into perspective for me. I don’t know, maybe it’s my fault for putting you, my girlfriend, on a higher pedestal, but I thought you would remember,” Seungcheol spoke, each word breaking your heart even more.

“I can make it up to you. Why don’t we do something this weekend?” You offered hurriedly, and Seungcheol shook his head.

“I have plans with the guys and can’t back out. They initially wanted to celebrate on my actual birthday, but I told them that tonight, well, it would have just been for us,” Seungcheol explained with a sad smile.

“But,” Seungcheol said, breaking the tension slightly. “You said there’d be an amazing chocolate cake waiting for me at home?” Seungcheol asked hopefully, only for it to shatter the second he saw your face fall.

“Ah, right, you forgot,” Seungcheol deduced and shook his head.

“Look, we can order something and get a bottle of wine, and I can spend all night showing you how sorry I am?” You offered, placing a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder, making him look at you.

“Sex isn’t going to fix this,” Seungcheol mumbled.

“There’s nothing to fix. I just need to stop making birthdays such a big deal,” Seungcheol added, and you shook your head at his words.

“No, Cheol,” you started to say, and he held up a hand to stop you.

“Look, you’ll say something, and then I’ll say something, and it’ll snowball. I don’t want to risk an argument, not on my birthday or with you,” Seungcheol said. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right. What if I draw you up a nice bubble bath, and we can just sleep? You can even hog all the blankets,” you added with a hopeful smile.

“Actually. I was planning to sleep at the dorms tonight,” Seungcheol admitted.

“Oh, but Cheol, since we’ve been together, we always spend birthdays together,” you protested, and Seungcheol shrugged.

“Well, I guess tonight’s just full of firsts?” Seungcheol muttered.

“I don’t want to lose you over this,” you admitted, and Seungcheol smiled softly at you.

“You won’t, not over this. It’s not a fight. I’m just upset and want some space, but I don’t want to get into anything tonight because I know it’ll end in a fight, and I don’t want that,” Seungcheol clarified.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he shrugged.

“We’ll be okay. I just need some space,” Seungcheol added, and you nodded.

You had messed up so badly, and usually, when either of you messed up this bad, you’d argue and be fine in a few hours, but tonight was different. You hurt your boyfriend so badly that he was beyond the point of being angry, he was disappointed, and he felt defeated.

“When can I see you?” You asked impatiently, and Seungcheol shrugged.

“Let me be the one to reach out?” Seungcheol suggested, and you nodded slowly as you watched your heartbroken boyfriend put on his dress shoes and coat, things you told him to wear because you made a reservation at the best restaurant in town. Seungcheol got dressed up and excited for tonight, only for you to stand him up at the restaurant and forget his birthday together.

As you watched your boyfriend dejectedly leave your apartment tonight, you had a plan, and you were determined. You’d do everything possible to ensure he never felt this shitty again and to redo tonight. No matter what, he’d still have a fantastic birthday this year.

“Oof, she forgot?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol when he saw his friend sulking about the dorm that evening.

“Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t care,” Seungcheol started to say, earning a scoff from Jeonghan.

“You are the sulkiest in general, but more so about your birthday, but continue,” Jeonghan interrupted.

“Anyways,” Seungcheol said with a glare.

“She planned everything, told me to get ready and clear my schedule, and she doesn’t show up? Then she told me a cake was at home, which she had forgotten. I don’t know, and it felt like she forgot everything,” Seungcheol mumbled, pouting.

“Here,” Jeonghan said as he handed Seungcheol a black box with a bow.

“Jeonghan, I’m taken,” Seungcheol joked, making Jeonghan roll his eyes.

“Shut up. It's a little something for your birthday, it won’t compare to what Y/N got you, but I hope you like it,” Jeonghan added, and Seungcheol’s face fell.

“She forgot to get me a present,” Seungcheol muttered.

“Maybe something else is going on in her life? Something that requires her full attention, and she just got overwhelmed?” Jeonghan offered.

“But she didn’t tell me?” Seungcheol questioned.

“You’re a busy man, and I’m sure it’s nothing she can’t handle and didn’t want to bother you,” Jeonghan suggested.

“She’s my girlfriend. She couldn’t ever bother me,” Seungcheol said softly, and Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s shoulder to comfort the sulking man.

“We’re still on for tomorrow. We’re planning to go out and get shit-faced. You can invite Y/N if you want,” Jeonghan suggested.

“No, I think space would do us good,” Seungcheol responded, and Jeonghan hesitated and decided not to respond. He knew that Seungcheol needed his time to be petty, and he just had to let him be angry.

“Alright, well, do you want any of us to keep you company tonight?” Jeonghan asked, and Seungcheol shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”

You were tossing and turning in bed that night. Even when Seungcheol was on tour, you would always text each other good night. You hadn’t tonight; you wanted to give him his space, but you were worried that more space would result in more distance between you two, and that couldn’t happen.

Worried, you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and called instead of texting. You couldn’t help it. You knew you weren’t being fair, he asked for space, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Seungcheol picked up after four rings, and his sleepy voice immediately made you feel terrible for waking him up.

“Baby?” Seungcheol spoke sleepily, and you felt your heart swell and ache because of one word. You hurt him so badly, yet he was calling you baby here.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay. Did you need something?” Seungcheol asked.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you admitted sheepishly, and Seungcheol sighed.

“You couldn’t text it?” Seungcheol asked.

“I’m sorry, I messed up. I shouldn’t have woken you up,” you apologised.

“Well, you did wake me up, so why don’t you tell me what’s up?” Seungcheol asked.

“I miss you,” you hated how pathetic you sounded. It was his birthday that you missed, and here you were being miserable, and he shouldn’t have to deal with it. You heard Seungcheol sigh softly.

“I miss you too. Do you need me to come over, or will you be okay tonight?” Seungcheol asked and smiled sadly, even though you knew he couldn't see you.

“No, I shouldn’t. You said you wanted space. I should give it to you,” you mumbled, and Seungcheol groaned softly.

“So you just woke me up for no reason?” Seungcheol quipped.

“Cheol,” you started to say, only to be interrupted.

“I need sleep. The guys planned something for my birthday, so I want to be rested and fresh tomorrow,” Seungcheol remarked sassily, and you frowned even though he couldn’t see.

Seungcheol felt terrible for being so snippy, but he was just tired and wanted space and sleep.

“Goodnight, Cheol. I love you,” you mumbled into the call. You heard Seungcheol take a breath and then hum into the call before hanging up.

Seungcheol knew it was a dick move on his part not to say I love you, he knew that it would mess with you and make you overthink, but he couldn’t take it back. He could only hope that you understood that it occurred due to a moment of frustration.

You tried your hardest not to cry your eyes out after the phone call, Seungcheol sounded so defeated and tired, but you were determined not to wallow and make it about you. You would make up for all this, and it’d be okay.

“Cheol, you ready?” Jeonghan asked later that morning as Seungcheol was checking his phone. You hadn’t texted or called, he understood that he asked for space, but he selfishly hoped for none.

“Dude, no, no phones today. No wallowing,” Jeonghan scolded lightly as he took Seungcheol’s phone out of his hand.

“What if she calls?” Seungcheol whined.

“Then I’ll tell her that you’re happily celebrating and you don’t wish to be disturbed,” Jeonghan teased, earning a scowl from Seungcheol.

“You will say no such thing to her. You will not upset her further,” Seungcheol warned, and Jeonghan sighed.

“I wouldn’t. Just for 24 hours, can you forget this argument and have fun? We don’t like seeing you upset,” Jeonghan pleaded, his voice softer, and Seungcheol nodded.

“Yeah. I can. Let's get drunk?” Seungcheol suggested with a weak smile, and Jeonghan nodded excitedly.

“Yeah!”

You weren’t sure what exactly you were doing here. You weren’t even meant to know where Seungcheol’s birthday plans were, but Soonyoung couldn’t keep anything to himself and posted videos and pictures of Seungcheol’s celebration. Your heart thought quicker than your brain, and you were now in the restaurant's car park where Seungcheol was celebrating his birthday.

You knew it was clingy and overbearing, and everything you were doing right now went against Seungcheol asking for space, but you couldn’t help it. The guilt was eating you alive, and you hated being the reason that Seungcheol was upset.

You figured that if you showed up with a big cake and showed that you went through the trouble of getting the cake and finding out where he was, then he’d forgive you. Or at least stop sulking at you, and hear you out.

You checked your phone one more time before getting out of the car, and you wished you hadn’t opened up Soonyoung’s Instagram story on his private account, and what you saw made your heart hurt and eyes water. Seungcheol was hanging around other girls, posing and hugging one of them.

You knew Seungcheol was loyal, he’d never cheat, but it still hurt, watching him spend his birthday with other girls, and while you know you were at fault for this since you forgot his birthday. It almost felt like he was just rubbing it in your face.

You heard a muffled voice and saw Seungcheol tapping on your car window. You turned to face him, smiling at him, your vision blurring vision as you smiled at him through your tears. You unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in.

“Why are you here?” Seungcheol asked, and you frowned at his question, hoping he’d be happy to see you. Seungcheol noticed how your face fell, and he noticed your teary eyes, but he didn’t want to comment on it, at least not yet.

“I just, uh,” you fumbled, looking away from him and at the backseat.

“I wanted to give you that,” you mumbled, pointing to the cake in the backseat.

“Is this the cake you promised?” Seungcheol asked hopefully with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you apologised, as you kept your stare on the cake box in the backseat.

“I think you’ve apologised enough,” Seungcheol said softly as he took your hand, making you look at him.

“I’m sorry if I sounded rude earlier, but I’m genuinely wondering why you’re here, but I’m not upset to see you,” Seungcheol explained.

“I wanted to bring the cake as a surprise. I know you said to give you space and that you’d reach out, but I guess I can’t, not when I know I upset you,” you rambled.

“So why didn’t you come? You just started crying in the car?” Seungcheol asked.

“I cried because of Soonyoung’s Instagram story,” you mumbled, feeling ashamed that all it got was a temporary wave of insecurity to make you cry, despite knowing how loyal Seungcheol was.

“What was on it?” Seungcheol asked, and you meekly pulled out your phone and showed Seungcheol the story.

“Wait, so you thought I was cheating?” Seungcheol accused, and you shook your head.

“No, of course not. Seeing my boyfriend hugging another woman and celebrating his birthday with other girls does suck,” you spat.

“Do you want this to be something we fight about?” Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head.

“No, I don’t. I know you wouldn’t. I just was being silly,” you mumbled.

“Your feelings are valid, don’t dismiss it, but I know that’s not what upset you,” Seungcheol said, holding your hand tighter, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“I just wanted to be the one you celebrated your birthday with, Cheol, and I guess seeing you celebrate with other girls made an ugly green monster awaken in me,” you admitted.

“That’s fair, but I promised the guys I would celebrate my birthday with them,” Seungcheol said.

“What about tomorrow?” Seungcheol offered.

“I’ll be done at the studio around 8. We can meet for dinner. It’ll have to be quick because I have a meeting at 10:30.”

“You’re only free for like 2 hours?” You asked.

“I was free for longer on my actual birthday,” Seungcheol retorted, making you frown.

“Okay, 2 hours. I’ll make it the best 2 hours possible, okay?” You said, leaning over to place on Seungcheol’s cheek.

Choi “Husband” Seungcheol [9:00 am]: Morning love, I’m heading to the studio now. I’ll give you a ring once I leave. Looking forward to seeing you tonight. 🥰🥰

You grinned as you saw Seungcheol’s message the following morning and smiled as you typed out a response.

You [9:01 am]: See you later, handsome 🥰

You put your phone away. You had a lot to prepare tonight, you were a couple of days late, but you were determined to make this the best birthday ever.

“Ow!” Seungcheol yelped when he felt another balled-up piece of paper hit his head. He wasn’t entirely sure why Jeonghan kept throwing scraps of paper at his head.

“What is your problem?” Seungcheol asked.

“We’ve been trying to get your attention for. I don’t know, ten minutes?” Jeonghan responded.

“Oh.“

“I’ve just been distracted.”

“Yeah, no shit, can you just go and make it up with Y/N? You look like a sad husky,” Jeonghan muttered.

“Husky because I’m so handsome?” Seungcheol asked with a grin.

“No, husky, because you sulk and whine as much,” Jeonghan sassed, making Seungcheol glare at him.

“Look, she forgot, yes, but shit happens. Do you want to whine and let this cause a problem in your relationship? No, you don’t. What about when you forgot she was allergic to lilies and got her a bouquet?” Jeonghan asked.

“Oh god, my baby was sneezing all night long,” Seungcheol groaned, recalling the night he accidentally gave you flowers you were allergic to.

“Exactly, look, she didn’t mean it, and I bet she’s overthinking and overplanning just to make things right, and more importantly, just because she forgot your birthday does not mean she doesn’t love you,” Jeonghan added.

“I overreacted, didn’t I?” Seungcheol asked.

“No, not that night, but dragging it out? That might be unnecessary,” Jeonghan clarified.

“I’ll apologise tonight. I’ll see her tonight,” Seungcheol said, determined.

“No, go now. We can pick this up tomorrow,” Jeonghan insisted.

“Sure?”

“Yes, and Cheol?”

“Yes?”

“Use protection!”

“Baby?” Seungcheol called out as he entered your apartment. As soon as he entered your apartment, he was greeted with the aroma of baked goods and saw the apartment decorated with balloons, candles and confetti.

“Cheol?“ You exclaimed as you wandered out of the kitchen.

“Baby!” Suengcheol greeted you as he ran to embrace you, and you giggled as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You’re home so early. I’m not done preparing,” you whined.

“I don’t care. I’ve been a big baby. What matters is that you love me, and I love you, not some birthday,” Seungcheol declared, making you giggle.

“I love you, but Cheol, but the dinner won’t be ready for another couple of hours,” you whined.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being such a baby,” Seungcheol apologised.

“I’m sorry for forgetting,” you added.

“We’re a pretty sorry couple, aren’t we?” Seungcheol joked, making you smile.

“Come,” you said, pulling away from Seungcheol’s embrace slightly to take his hand in yours.

“Where?”

“Bedroom, since dinner won’t be ready for some time, I figured I’ll give you one of your presents a little earlier,” you said with a teasing grin.

“Lead the way, kitten.“

“Cheol!” You giggled as Seungcheol hoisted you up, causing you to wrap around his waist. Seungcheol wasted no time the second the bedroom door closed and pulled you into a passionate kiss, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as he started sucking on your bottom lip; his plush lips always worked wonders no matter what part of your body they were on.

“Can you strip for me, baby?” Seungcheol asked as he placed you down on the bed, and you nodded as you quickly peeled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, hissing softly as the cool sheets touched your naked form.

“Baby, it’s meant to be about you,” you whined, making Seungcheol grin.

“I’m meant to give you the present,” you mumbled.

“You naked and dripping for me is enough of a present,” Seungcheol said, making you let out a soft moan. “Then I’m all yours, Daddy,” you added.

“No, Daddy, tonight, baby. Just Cheol, okay?” Seungcheol said as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap.

“I’m sorry for being a big sulky baby, and while sex isn't the answer, it can’t hurt, but I promise I will, and I-” Seungcheol tried to apologise, and you shut him up with a kiss.

“Cheol, please. Just fuck me,” you begged, rubbing your exposed cunt on his jeans, the friction making you moan.

“Gladly,” Seungcheol complied, standing up to quickly rid himself of his clothing and positioning himself at your wet cunt.

He started by placing kisses along your calves and up to your thighs, never fully touching you. It felt different like he was going to take his time. He gently parted your legs, giving him access to your glistening cunt, placing your legs onto his toned back and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Seungcheol placed soft kisses along your folds, his lips gently enveloping your clit. You let out a sigh of approval, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew your body well, and his lips were a god's gift to your cunt.

He started sucking on your clit, while his tongue jutted out and started flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. The grip you had in his hair tightened while he removed one arm from your waist and slipped two fingers inside you. Never once did he remove his lips from your clit as he kept fingering you at such a delicious speed. He was thorough yet delicate with his movements, he wanted you to feel complete and utter bliss.

“Cheol, I’m close,” you moaned out, your words failing you as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you close to your first orgasm of the night. He said nothing. Instead just continued as you fell apart on his tongue, letting you ride your orgasm out against his face and fingers.

“Always so sweet for me, baby,” Seungcheol praised as he licked his fingers clean of your release. You moaned at the sight. You tried to get up in an attempt to take him into your mouth, but Seungcheol gently pushed you down.

“Not tonight; I need to feel you,” he said softly.

Seungcheol laid down next to you, tilting you so that you were curled up into his chest. He pulled your leg to the side and pushed it back so that it wrapped around his muscular thighs, allowing him access to push inside you. He had one hand rubbing on your clit, and one on your nipple. He kept thrusting inside you, neither of his hands ceasing their actions. You moaned at the feeling.

You suddenly stilled and fell apart around his cock. Seungcheol moaned and gently bit into your shoulder at the feeling of you clenching around him. He didn't stop; he continued pounding himself into you, picking up his pace as he was desperate to reach his release. He fell apart not long after he furiously rubbed at your clit, making you cum so hard that you shook violently against him. He gently pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling.

“It's been a while since I made you squirt,” Seungcheol said with a proud grin while you were still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Hmm?” You moaned into his chest.

“You squirted, baby, all over my cock,” he whispered, gently nibbling your ear, making you giggle as you into his toned chest.

“Cheol?”

“Hm?”

“Happy Birthday, my love.”

#seventeen #seungcheol #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #svthub #kvanity #indigo writes: scoups

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ayyysweetcreature · 3 months

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jaehyun! as your boyfriend <3

pairings: non-idol bf! jaehyun x reader genre: lots of fluff combined with cracks!

hiiii! haven't written for jaehyun for so long and he deserves lots of love as always, so here you go! sorry for any grammatical errors, hope y'all enjoy reading this. happy birthday jaehyun! life might be full of stress, but with jamal, everything is going to be okay and we can always try again ♡ - N.

tuna tunAaaaaaaaa

yeah so let's get it

listening to y'all's favourite vinyls together is a must whether it's in the morning or late at night

if you guys are not at home don't worry he has his bluetooth speaker around him all the time hehe

oh!! lazy days with him is a chef's kiss

like you guys would do nothing at all for the whole day

but it wouldn't feel awkward at all like it's just a vibe bcus he loves his quality time with u

you guys would be trying lots of different kinds of hobbies and activities together too and they don't have to be the same all the time

like he would be playing basketball by himself and you would be sitting down looking at him playing it or doing something else

you could just lay your head on his shoulder and say nothing but his eyes would sparkle and his lips would rose into an idiot smile bcus hes in love with u

jae loves it when you play with his fluffy hair and squeeze his bread-like cheeks

would do the same for you too tho

u guys are besties in love with each other

he lovesss talking about random topics non stop and making random jokes from those memes that he suddenly remembers bcus hes purely random like that

he's a big big fan of inside jokes and memes

you could listen to him talking all day and night for hours (so do I)

imagine being able to listen to that rich deep husky colourful soft voice of him everyday i would instantly melt

he's so obsessed with you he would definitely spray his perfume on your (his) sweaters that you love to wear first before you could cus he knows damn well u love how he smells like

yeah yeah that's me jiteun nongdoeEe

jae wouldn't even hesitate to let you use his black card like on a one random day you found his black card in your wallet and you're like ???

"babe it's non-limit just use it for whatever you want to buy baby"

would buy you an airpods max headphone just so that u guys can have couple headphones together

might not look like he's into pda but he's soooo clingy with you whether there's people or not ehem (did you see how he hugged mark in their fact check practice vid-)

his lap is your favorite seat and it's free ♡

he's the type to play with your fingers and pull you into a very random but warm and tight hugs

he finds you so cute that he'd curl into a snowball and snuggle into your neck and be the little spoon in ur cuddles

lots of people find him serious and normal but nahh he's very goofy!! and no one is normal in nct ok

fact check

you can't mark me in your heart but u can mark my words

jae would spoil you with gifts too!! even if it's out of nowhere where it's not even your birthday or your anniversary

"I thought of you and got this for you" kind of guy

and also a "you told me you like this one last time so I got it for you" kind of guy

oh pet names!!

he would no doubt be the first one that made and saved lists of pet names for u in his phone notes

like he would get so excited and ask ur opinions on the pet names lists he's created while thinking of u

"what do u think of this one?? it's cute right?" "it fits u" "can i call you this?" "which one is your favorite?"

girlll you're my faaavoriteeeeEeee

"hey pookie bear"

"hey casper"

mirror selfies with each other!

he'd also have lots of your candid pics that he took and has it saved in his phone and film cameras hehe

would set your goofy pictures as his phone lockscreen wallpaper

there wouldn't be any days and nights where the two of u are not laughing, smiling and being random with each other

like being with jaehyun is seriously and genuinely full of pure joy and peace!! :')

might not have an ass but he's a competitive ass, he would neck slice anyone that comes in ur way trying to flirt with you

deep and heart to heart conversations with him would always feel warm, open and comfortable

he's your comfort, you're his comfort and the two of you would always feel so connected

would be the type to look into your eyes as he listens to you attentively while you're talking or speaking

like those kind of warm and lovely gaze

his ears would be burning red like cherry bomb but he doesn't care

also words of affirmation type of guy!!

loves it even more when you try to act disgusted by his romantic words

he would hold your hands while u guys watch a movie together and for the rest...I'll leave it up to ur imagination :)

random but fun and adventurous dates!! sometimes it can be a fancy dinner date but it can also be cute and fun like an aquarium date, food hunting, immersive art museum date or a chill picnic date at your shared cozy home

if you're having a hard time falling asleep, he would sing you lullabies or play that piano music box he bought in japan until you fall asleep

rockabye baby

he would be so so great at taking care of you! you're hungry? he's a great cook, you hurt yourself? he's running to you to save you although he himself is clumsy af

I feel like he's also very attentive and observant

for example, you're eating and the sleeve of your shirt is on top of your food, he would notice it and pull it up without saying anything

he's genuinely all smiley and laughing only when he's with you and his loved ones fr

some ways to make him all smiley and laughing? just imitate the way he laughs or the dance mistakes he made during their group performances (like yk the iconic favorite performance ;))

and he's a menace he wouldn't even hesitate to tease you back like how he would tease doyoung with jungwoo

the more you get annoyed by his teasings, the more he'll fall in love with you

loves to get nagged by you everytime u told him off about his cleanliness

and you can't stop him euhahahah

ay-yo

delulu is the solulu may your delulu come trululu

end of the surface just let the ride make it drive with its movEe

be quiet don't cry

#nct 127 #nct imagines #nct #nct u #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jung yoonoh #nct dojaejung #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun drabbles #i wanna marry him #help me #is he even real

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insomniac-shado · 5 months

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CREEPYPASTA CHRISTMAS BECAUSE I SAY SO

Nina is SUUPER festive and decorates like crazy. She drags Clocky along and even tho shes much less festive than Nina the two still have fun

Jane and EJ cook dinner. You wouldn’t expect it but EJ is a phenomenal cook

Sally and Lucy spend the whole day trying to sneak peek what their gifts are and Nurse Ann has to have her eye on the two the whole time.

BEN, Toby, X-Virus, and Jeff all have a snowball fight outside while Lulu makes snow angels with Judge Angels.

Later on, Sally and Clockwork make a snowman.

Laughing Jack wrapped the gifts and helps to decorate desert.

Slenderman is just there 💀 he doesn’t see the point in partaking in this but he does enjoy watching

Nina makes sure that Toby and Clocky get stuck under the mistletoe. And then proceeds to tease them for it the rest of the night.

Finally gift time comes. Jeff makes a MESS of the wrapping paper. He’s even more excited than the kids for the gifts.

Now for what everyone got.

Jeff got new knives, Toby a comfy sweater, Sally a Monster High doll, Lucy a stuffed elephant. Toby got Clockwork a giraffe stuffed animal that looks exactly like the one she used to have; she almost cried from how happy it made her. EJ got a bunch of organs and a minifridge (he kept all his organs in the main fridge which pissed everyone off). Jane got a new dress, Nina got a bunch of stickers, BEN a new laptop. Lulu got a beautiful decorative box to display her eye collection in. Judge Angels got a better holster (? Is that what its called-) for her sword. Nurse Anne got medical supplies. LJ got a bunch of candy from Sally (who didnt realize he didn’t actually eat candy) but he thought it was sweet anyways. Bloody Painter got a bunch of new canvases.

For the rest of the night the gang sat down to watch Christmas movies by the fireplace until they fell asleep.

This may not be accurate but yknow what I DONT CARE. Also this is more of a mansion type au not rlly my usual one? Bc it’s Christmas and i want it to be silly and fluffy :3

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strip4kaneshiro · 2 years

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Dating Headcanons w Shoto

This man is chaotic af and I love his dynamic so I’ll be separating this into male vs female since he’s stated that he’s bisexual, happy pride month. I’m basing this on how he interracts with his male and female friends :)) (mostly Bao and Vox cause those r the clips I see the most and who he’s most comfy with)

As his girlfriend..

- he tries to be as helpful as possible around the house

-you two are constantly competing for the housewife position??

- one of you starting a lewd joke and it just snowballs out of control💀💀

- “ (name), honey, darling, my love, love of my life, get your sexy ass over here like right now” “oh my gosh ew Shoto u wanna eat my ass? Not on stream babe <33 ;)” “THIS GIR- THATS NOT WHAT I SAIDDD!!”

-oh yeah! Shoto sometimes does streams with you sitting in the same room as you or in his lap

- “todays stream is gonna be co-oped with my darling (name)-sama uwu” “Shoto I stg”

- he’s not afraid to announce the weird stuff you do, just cause ur off camera does NOT mean your off the hook

- “CAN YOU STOP FUCKING SHAKING YOUR ASS IN THE DOORWAY WHAT THE FUCK??-!”

- he commissions a custom asset for you, it’s of you slumping ur chin over his shoulder aw

- Shoto also commissions assets with ur regular model like holding hands, parading each other’s heads ect.

- using popular romance anime couples as pfps on your private social media accounts ( hori and miyamura, usui and misaki, etc)

- when your on your period, he grabs your heat source of choice (if it isn’t him ofc) and water. Along with anything else you ask for

- he also loves watching you style your hair in the morning. Like he’ll literally sit on the counter in the bathroom and watch you get ready

- you make him help but he just takes it as an excuse to have his hands all up in ur head???

- if your hair is on the straighter side, he styles it sometimes with random clips and intricate styles, but if it’s thicker and/or curlier, he stays out that territory entirely.

- poor babes doesn’t want to accidentally make your hair matted

- self care with (ship name) every Saturday and Tuesday!!

As his boyfriend

- if you thought he was bad with Uki or Vox, he’s even worse with you

- not one bone in his body can be stopped from being down abysmal for you (believe me, the people have tried)

- your assets are just as cute as the female counterpart, if not more. He also commissions pride month pfps and assets

- minecraft is just so domestic, he gives u flowers and shit.

- inexplicably horny tho, he bends over all the time while wearing short-shorts and is like

“I mean, well it’s hot, what else am I supposed to do huh? Go nude instead?”

Yes…please..

- this smug little shit, try flirting with him during a game though. It works, I’ve tried I swear

- “babe, if you get this next kill, on god I’ll suck you off after stream”

Player🔫sho

- he tells chat stories about what you guys do everyday and it’s so cute, like story time w Shoto.

- “so, uhhh, this morning! When (name) woke up this morning, he looked up at me from bed this morning and was like ‘mmm…g’morning baby…~’ in his seductive ass morning voice and *flustered noises*!!”

- he’s your biggest simp fan

- for some reason when he’s sick he just??? Starts streaming like every wasn’t coughing his lungs out?

- do you have to pick him up and carry him to bed, promptly ending Stream? Maybe

- his sick voice is so adorable though oh my gosh, so being around him is worth it

- “baaaaaabe, can you give me more medicineee?~ and another driiink?~” he calls from the bedroom

- teasing him >>>

- just do it, trust me you’ll enjoy it. He gets all shy and tsundere

- giving him compliments and praise back to back makes him go full tsundere though. Do with that information as you please

Either way, Shoto is a great boyfriend for men and women alike. Nobody gets left behind in this train! So treasure the time with him that you have. And remember, bribe him with sushi and maybe….juuust maybe, he’ll put on the dog ears (yes he has a pair irl)

#vtuber #shxtou #shxtou x reader #vtuber x reader

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crysta1ized · 3 months

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phee’s character in the present is just so confusing

we saw that he clearly feels something for jin, pretty much moved on from non, and isn’t that involved in tan’s plan (just went to fuck jin and didnt get any info like he was supposed to) and even seems to want to spill at least some part of the truth to jin

but despite everything that just happened in the house, he isn’t against tan either. he’s unpredictable, just standing here in the middle, not taking any part in the chaos that is unfolding.

in a way that behavior kinda reminds of fluke’s, seeing everything that unfolds but not taking any side

after watching ep9 i was mad, like damn phee how could you? we all believed in you but you just went ahead and fucked one of the dudes that made your bf’s life miserable and eventually led to his disappearance, have you got no shame? i mean i was pretty on board with all the ‘phee and tan are the masterminds, they’re the ones behind the masks, they’re here to take revenge for non and kill everyone’ theories so obviously i was a bit disappointed…

but still, phee didn’t really take any side (yet).

tan told him he planned on drugging everyone in that house and he clearly didn’t look in his right mind in that moment. then por was impaled on a branch. all of them started having hallucinations. fluke got a gun and is waving it at everyone. top clearly looked possessed and is becoming violent. now fluke almost shot someone and has white at gunpoint.

all of that was caused by tan’s drugs. (except the 9th person and the uncle that got decapitated but that’s for another time)

mixing hallucinations with a gun, a knife, deep-buried secrets and fear is not a good recipe. one of them already died and that’s only adding to the chaos.

once again, all of that was caused by tan’s drugs, in a butterfly effect kinda way.

phee knows that. tan was only planning to use them to get the group to confess everything under the influence and finally get answers. or was he…?

whatever phee thinks of tan and of his plan, everything snowballed and led them here. but tan is still the reason things are the way they are. but phee didn’t confront him. didn’t reveal to everyone his real identity and intentions. no, he’s just watching from afar. he didn’t intervene, didn’t add to the chaos, yet didn’t do anything to keep things under control or do damage control…

he didn’t use the antidote.

i thought he dropped off tan’s plan as he got too attached to jin and kinda forgot abt why he was here in the first place, but maybe everything’s that’s unfolding put him back on the right path?

his non-action is an action in itself.

even tho he maybe believed the drug wouldn’t be that hard, he could’ve stepped in so things wouldn’t worsen a thousand times. he could’ve given them the antidote a thousand times for fuck’s sake! he could’ve revealed everything to them a million times too.

later on he will have to pick a side, tan’s (aka non’s) or the others’ (aka jin’s). that’s kinda ironic that it means he’ll have to choose between his 2 bfs (maybe this is all a love triangle after all *gunshots*)

on a legal pov, he would technically be responsible for por’s death and the ones that will follow right? maybe not on the same level as tan or as whoever will pull the trigger/stab one of them but the drugs are the main reason they’re acting like that and he knew abt them and did nothing, so he’s technically guilty too right?

why would he decide to do nothing and just watch the chaos unfold if he didn’t enjoy what’s happening or think they deserve it at least a little bit?

what will he do? who will he choose? be wise, phee, i’ve got my eye on you.

obviously all this theory could be proven wrong in the matter of seconds in ep10 if he decides to spill everything to jin (which id be VERY pissed abt, the d cannot be that good?!??)

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bomber-grl · 1 month

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Enemies to lovers with Nico Di Angelo

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x Male Reader

The worst honestly

I mean there’s obviously underlying reasons as to why you’re hostile towards him but the main one was mostly petty…

You were walking around camp as usual, tending to whatever it is you need to.

If you’re being honest, you thought he was kinda cute so ofc u approached him

You couldn’t have been aware that Nico was going through a lot and his response to you? It was silence

He ignored you and usually you’d leave it be but you decided to be nice and ask what was up

And him? He insulted you to your core and you didn’t even know the man

Like damn, take me to dinner first…

At that time you were just shocked but later on, well you became furious

Nico didn’t even remember you until you began purposefully doing things to irritate him

From then on all the antics just snowballed into this huge thing

To the point where others were affected too

It’s not like either of you cared tho, no not at all

Nico even went as far as getting annoyed when other people complained

That was the closest you’d get to agreeing, even then you were constantly at eachothers throats to the point where everyone knew to make sure you were paired or near eachother

It was until, well you were forced to go on some mission

You honestly could care less

Just get it over with and live the rest of your life

That’s all you wanted

But of course things just had to go wrong

You had unfortunately intruded in on Nico’s privacy

Aka his traumas due to some monsters magic or something

You don’t even care or remember

Afterwards it was so painfully awkward

Not to mention that the trauma seemed so raw that whenever you slightly mentioned it he’d snap at you

Honestly understandable

Eventually tho? He sighed and just caved into telling you

He became so painfully distant afterwards too

Not that you cared

But just that it made things even more difficult

You’d do things for him to ease it

So ofc you decide what else can I do besides open up and tell him my traumas too?

How idiotic…

Welp you tell him and he surprisingly understands

From then on it’s still awkward cuz you guys were so passive aggressive to each other

But mostly now cuz you’ve seen each other at your lowest

Albeit through visions/words

I mean at some point you thought you made peace

You’d talk and even joke with eachother

He seemed comfortable

And you’d also admit that you felt comfortable around him too

Until you didn’t

Out of no where he started being weird

You’d be slaying some monster and then after saying something in approval about the fight

He’d shrink in on himself and shy away

It was like this for so long at some point you’re by the fire you set up that you just snap

I mean you were being nice and bro didn’t seem to want to talk

But he never did

So you tried

And when he shooed you away?

Well you lost it

You snapped at him and began going off on all you pent up feelings the last couple of weeks days

And him? He didn’t take it well either

He started yelling at you too and tried to harm you

Although he mightve just lost control-

Anyway you weren’t having any of that so you pushed him against the wall in the cave you were in and ofc started going at him

Yelling at him, I mean

What’d u think I meant, you pervert 🫵🤨

You even shook him for good measure 🙄

Ofc u forced him to spit out his reasons

“I LIKE YOU OK???”

🧍he yells that so suddenly you don’t got any words to say

Like damn

Nico immediately freaks

I mean look at Percy

He scared you might think badly of him and you sorta gotta smack some sense into him or else he’ll self deprecate and get lost in his head

So once you do you just gotta go through the most awkward thing ever and mumble out a “I like you too” while kicking a rock non chalantly

Yall both just standing there all awkward too

Then you talk it out

It’s all cool and when you return back to camp everyone’s shocked at the fact that you left camp as enemies

And returned as lovers 💀

If you ever mention it to Nico he’ll just giggle and think it was funny/play off your past grudge against eachother

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #fluff #fanfic fluff #fluff headcanons #nico di angelo x male reader #nico di angelo x reader #pjo nico #nico pjo

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worldsover · 2 years

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Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

✦✧✦✧✦✧

You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk... Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn't be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you're not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock.

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it's clear that she's done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

"Hngh!" As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It's a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You'd do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she's submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju's tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

"Daddy!" Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju's mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip.

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. "Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more."

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju's right breast a rough smack with a palm. "Hey, that's not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy's cock with your tits, okay?"

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. "Hmph, fine." That "hmph" is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju's tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju's chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats.

"Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~" Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

"Daddy's cock, mmm." Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. "Daddy, I'm gonna get to have you all to myself."

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim's mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can't believe you're still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do."

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it's the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy's cum tastes so good," Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim's mouth. "I get why you're so addicted."

"Mhm." Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. "So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?"

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. "Uh."

"Daddy," Hyeju interrupts. "C-can you eat me out first?"

"Of course, baby girl."

Yerim smiles. "Ooh. That means... one free Daddy dick for me!"

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you're sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn't work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there's a bed and space and that's what you should've done all along, oh well.

Once you're finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she's been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she's practically purring. You never thought about how she'd be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you're pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention.

"I want Daddy to eat me out." Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders.

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. "Daddy..." Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. "D-don't be gentle."

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You've never seen this look on her face. Of course, she's the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she's horny and she's deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she's positively feral. She's biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju's thigh. And then, she's reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, "Goddammit. Why does Hyeju's pussy taste so good?"

"Daddy, can you keep... keep going?"

It's not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju's voice can make it seem. It's a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

"But Daddy," Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, "my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you're eating Hyeju out doesn't mean you can't fuck me silly too, right?"

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju's thighs for a moment. "Right."

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim's pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju's cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it's up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it's not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim's legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~" Yerim whispers to you. "Make me squirm."

"Of course, darling," you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju's ass and her cheeks. She's panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim's wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim's juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju's pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you've ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju's ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim's eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju's legs do the same thing with your head. You're locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it's impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju's clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Yerim exclaims. "Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don't stop, please?"

"I'm not stopping, baby girl. I'm just getting started."

"Mmm~" You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm gonna—"

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju's pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim's neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn't going to go to waste—she's gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease." Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You've teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum so hard... I'm going to cum in you. Fuck, I'm sorry, Hyeju." You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim's wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim's mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim's moans turn into loud cries. You're fucking her with all you've got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

"Daddy!" She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim's depths. Yerim's pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you're the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm c-cum—" Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it's over...

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You're still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?"

You pull your cock out of Yerim's creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course." You stroke yourself until you're ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I know you're gonna get the biggest load out of me."

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they're turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. "I've never had a dick like that inside of me. I can't believe that fit inside of you Yerim."

"I know," Yerim says with a smirk. She's still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you're used to the sight (and you're used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. "You just have to let it stretch you out."

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. "Daddy, please... again, don't be gentle. I'm your little cocksleeve, okay?"

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. "Of course. I would never with such perfect body."

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju's hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It's nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you're so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don't mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and...

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. "Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?"

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You'd never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that's the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that's what drives you to fuck harder. You're not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you're aiming to blow your load into her womb while she's fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

"Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should," Yerim says. "She's practically begging for it with her eyes."

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

"You're right." With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

"Yes!" Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It's not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it's a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she's fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. "God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju."

"Th-thank you."

You'll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju's lips, whether it's because she's so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she's lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she's yours.

But you don't have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. "I'm sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy's cock." She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or not. You've had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don't mind sliding back into Yerim's luscious hole. It's so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn't matter. You're going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it's true: you've gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she's the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you've ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there's no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you're back to fucking her too. It's a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you're pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you're indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It's perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She's moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She's still got that cute little smile on her face, but it's not as bright. Maybe she's tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won't be able to keep up with Hyeju's boundless stamina. It's incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That's when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim's pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It's a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you've ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

"Ooh... yesss." Hyeju moans as you push into her. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll."

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju's tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim's lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju's cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they're covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

"You're such a good girl for Daddy," Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. "Your tits taste so good. They're made to be milked."

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. "Th... thank you."

"You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?"

Such a small whine out of Hyeju's lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

"Wow, that gets you going, huh?" Yerim can't lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju's tits. "That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk."

"Fuuck," Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you're hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim's words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn't the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it's clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they've been talking about, something she's been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she's done with the succulent meal of Hyeju's boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju's midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there's barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body.

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it's enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju's pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju's clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim's lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It's persistent; it's salacious—

It's the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can't hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You're just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you're turning Hyeju's pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju's womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren't wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju's pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, "Thank you, Daddy." You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

"Fuck, you two are incredible," you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

"You're the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again," Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

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AFF, AO3

i exist in swirling plotless voids

maybe i did write a good portion of this using AI, who knows

#kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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mooncheese3 · 1 year

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au wherein in a bid to further unite the sect, yqy sets up boards that are kind of like padlet, where everyone can put a random thought on the board, and everyone can chip in their own thoughts, etc etc

at first the notes were all formal— disciples requesting for things to be sent to their peak, comments about broken fences that needed to be fixed, reminders— but then gradually it became this free-for-all place for everyone to air out their grievances and/or gushings

this is when the xian shu girls take over

by this point the board is half full of ramblings about romance and tension between seemingly random people

and then someone starts talking about the peak lords

in the beginning it was a harmless little

"peak lord shang is a very good shizun :)"

but, kids being kids, someone started to get really competative.

"ACTUALLY our bai zhan war god is a way better shizun"

"liu shibo? No Offense but what does he Actually teach you--being a reckless monkey who cant go a day without breaking something? ',://"

"YOU QINGJING RAT COWARDS ARE NOT SUBTLE AT LEAST MY SHIZUN ISNT A JERK"

the one who wrote the third one wasnt Actually a qingjing disciple. theyre more creative with their insults than that; shizun would be dissapointed. it was an anding kid who was sick and tired of rebuilding and restocking baizhan all the time. they werent gonna admit it tho, thatd be dumb

(un)luckily, the fight is flawlessly curbed when someone writes

"ੈ✩‧₊˚Whenever shen shibo and liu shibo fight, it kind of reminds me of my grandpa and grandma LOLੈ✩‧₊˚"

"Waht are you implying, anonymous bro?"

"✧.*All im saying is that maybe theyre not /just/ enemies, if yk what i mean :3 ✧.*"

"What"

"Enlightened shimei/shidi above, do remember that baizhan train in the body, not the mind. 🤧"

"Wtah."

anyway it gets so bad the peak lords had to bring it up at a pl meeting

ALSO AU OF THIS AU WHEREIN THE BOARD HAPPENS DURING LIUJIU’S DISCIPLE TIME

lqg gets the “im gay?” realization bc of the board. specifically he gets the “im gay for sqq?” realization. so ofc he goes to his sister lmy for help (she is three years old). from her baby talk, he gets “practice your confession ge !!” (“prac ifff copesion? ge :D”), so he does just that. but he realizes early on that hes REALLY bad at this romance talking thing, so with great reluctance asks TheBoard for help—anonymously, duh.

“How Do I Confess To Someone.”

what lqg doesnt realize is that his handwriting is very distinct. Bold, Strong, and Harsh characters, with the downwards strokes narrowing from a wide start to a thin point as sharp as cheng luan? yep. thats head disciple liu right there.

“GODS ABOVE HELP US ITS HAPPENING ITS REALLY HAPPENING !!!! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶”

“?”

“What shidi/shimei means is that you should properly organize your thoughts first. Truly think about what you want to say; be honest!🙌”

“Anything More?”

“༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ yes. one moment, me and my shimeis are making a list for disciple to use ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧”

it snowballs from there. in the end the liujiu confession happens in public (how mortifying! -sqq, in his head after), and a full transcript is posted on the board later in the day. theres also life-like drawings of the confrontation, kind of like a courtroom sketch

#liujiu #liujiu start to feel awkward and avoid each other as much as possible #so ofc The Board TM started kicking up a fuss over how meddling in peoples business can ruin things #basically its a xianxia tw1tter LOL #dw they do end up courting and its a happy ending #thoughts #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #liu qingge

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merlinficprompts · 10 months

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I have a Merlin prompt I would like to submit!! Sorry for the formatting I’m writing this on my phone it’s 1 am and I’m feeling feral

Merlin magic is revealed to Gwaine when he has to heal a fatal wound. Gwaine and Lancelot are having a private conversation about it, using a code word for Merlin’s magic. An eavesdropping Arthur misinterprets the whole thing.

(conversation goes roughly like this)

“To be honest I’m kind of broken hearted. I thought I was the first one to experience uh.. Merlin’s ’talent’.”

“Sorry friend, me and Merlin’s first meeting was when he was.. sharing his ‘talent’ with me..”

“I won’t lie to you, when he first started doing it I was.. I was mortified.. but then it felt so..”

“Good?”

“Yes! Gods, I know I’ll be condemned if others find out but.. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m not exaggerating Lancelot, I truly feel as if a whole new world has opened in front of my eyes. I want him to do it again, I want him to do and show me more. I’m greedy for it!”

“I understand you, sometimes despite the years I’ve known of his.. ‘talent’, I find myself yearning to experience it again. I could never ask him to do anything that put him in harms way though, should anyone find out..”

“I know. It’s such a shame he has to go to such lengths to hide his true nature. During it his eyes were so bright and at peace, it made me want to never let him go. It pains me knowing he suffers so much, hiding his true self in fear. I asked him if he ever planned to tell Arthur and he.. he looked so pain. He’s terrified of what Arthur would think if he found out..”

“I don’t blame him. While Arthur’s a much better man and leader than Uther, there’s still no telling how he’d react finding out about.. Merlin’s ‘talent’”

“Well I for one think there’s nothing wrong with it. Especially since I’ve experienced the benefits first hand. I’m telling you Lance, I’m a new man. I haven’t felt this at ease in a long time.”

“Oh yes, i suppose we just must be grateful that we can consider ourselves among the lucky few who get to experience his ‘talent’, and work to assure his safety in the future.”

Now utterly convinced that Merlin is a slag who prefers men, Arthur struggles with multiple emotions; ranging from embarrassment to having overheard Merlin’s private business, to despair that his best friend was too afraid to admit his preference, to outrage over the (assumed) knowledge that his knights are apparently mounting his ‘talented’ servant. He’s scandalized to think Merlin was so wanton, he should be indignant and offended that he shares such camaraderie with an unrepentant harlot. Yet, for some reason he can’t put his finger on.. he mostly just feels hurt and betrayed. He’s mortified over what that means, and finds himself in a panic over what to do now that he’s learned his best friend (who he doesn’t realize he’s in love with) is apparently a huge slut who fucks his knights (and he’s utterly incensed on Gwen’s behalf since Lance is courting her at this time)

Unsure of what to do, he finds himself at a loss and confides in Morgana about how he should act, and whether he should intervene in any way or mind his own business. Morgana, somewhat impressed, finds this hilarious, but becomes angry when she hears about Lancelot. Her judgement of Merlin sours and she finds herself stuck between telling Gwen or fighting Lancelot. From there everything just kind of snowballs. The knights try to correct the rumor but obviously since they can’t say they were talking about his magic, all other excuses seem poorly constructed and they’re unable to fix the problem.

Meanwhile around the same time, the son of a good friend/ally to Uther, who’s infamous for his carnal and shameless desires, catches wind of this rumor upon his visit to Camelot. His interest peaked, he seeks out to proposition Merlin, regardless of Merlin’s willingness.. (arthur saves him in time tho)

Merlin, on the other hand, has somehow managed to remain completely oblivious to everyone’s newfound attention on him, paranoid he’s detecting some snickers and nasty remarks thrown his away, but mostly unsure and too tired to think too hard over it. He’s too busy prioritizing protecting Arthur and finding new ways to perfect his magic that the thought of being with someone amounted to that of another meaningless chore he’d tack onto his plate. He’s come to the conclusion that he’s not destined to have a partner and settle down, the closest he supposes he’ll ever get is being by Arthur’s side as he gets his fairy tale ending, wife and kids.. Merlin is perfectly fine remaining on the side as always. He doesn’t know why his chest aches everytime he thinks about it.

Everyone’s misunderstanding everyone else, Gaius forces Merlin to listen to him explain safe sex between men and assures him that he loves him regardless of whether or not he approves of Merlin’s constant changing conquest amount. Merlin gets sexually harassed, Arthur is emotionally constipated so he rescues Merlin from bullying but also yells at him bc he’s mad Merlin’s being a hoe with everyone but him apparently. Uther hears one too many random out of context dialogues pertaining to Merlin’s sexual abilities, and Kilgarrah spends his entire interaction with Merlin cackling his scales off bc he saw what happens and he’s so excited for it to play out.

TLDR Merlin wakes up one day and suddenly everyone is convinced he’s a huuuuuge slut. Chaos ensues.

While the premise is crack-ish, I do want the story to be written fairly seriously/realistically. If anyone’s interested in turning this prompt into a full fledged fanfic, I’d love for it to be a very very lengthy one. So excited to see if this gets written!!

I love this idea!!! I probably wouldn’t write it myself, but it’s so funny, beyond the embarrassment factor. I would love to see it though! If you or anyone else writes this idea, message me so I can post about it!

#fanfic writing prompts #bbcmerlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #writing prompt #merthur

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flutteringfable · 5 months

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silly little wip for another chapter of the poly mane 6 bc its cute and i want ppl to see it even tho its not done :3c

Snow had piled up all around Ponyville, caking on rooftops and crunching underhoof. Foals were bounding around, giggling and tossing snowballs at one another. Twilight sighed, using her magic to pull her coat closer around her. She loved the snow, she really did, but she had never quite adapted to the chill of winter in Ponyville. Spike ran ahead of her, beaming with delight. Twilight had never longed to be a dragon so badly. If she had the inner flame of a dragon, maybe she wouldn't have to worry so much about the cold. She followed slowly behind Spike, wincing at the chill that surrounded her hooves.

"HIIIII TWILIGHT!" exclaimed a familiar voice.

Pinkie Pie grinned as she bounced over, grinning at Twilight. The earth pony's fluffy pink fur was especially puffy; Pinkie's winter coat was always well suited for the colder months.

"Hello, Pinkie." Twilight tried to smile. "I take it you're enjoying the snow?"

"Yuh-huh! It's super-duper fluffy this year!" Pinkie replied. "Just like me!!"

Twilight couldn't help but chuckle as Pinkie trotted circles around her.

"Everypony else is over at Sugarcube Corner; I just made some yummy hot chocolate! Wanna join?"

The princess nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of a nice, warm drink. Pinkie turned and led Twilight through the town. They passed a group of foals tossing snowballs at each other, and Twilight instinctively raised one of her wings to protect herself. Only one or two snowballs were tossed in their direction, and thankfully none hit Twilight.

"Hi, Princess Twilight!" called a voice from the group. A small filly was waving to her, peeking up from behind her friends. A chorus of more "Hi, Princess Twilight"s followed, and the alicorn smiled warmly. She waved back as she and Pinkie passed by.

Despite the uncomfortable chill in the air, Twilight had to admit that the snow was pretty. It was heartwarming to see everypony in such good spirits, and by the time Winter Wrap-Up season rolled around, it would be increased tenfold. This season was always so… nostalgic, in a way. It reminded Twilight of her initial years in Ponyville, long before she had gained the status of princess. Some things really never changed, she supposed.

Sugarcube Corner's roof came into view, though it was almost indistinguishable from the other rooftops because of the snow. Pinkie picked up speed, and Twilight had to break into a trot to keep up. It was no issue; the sooner she got to the warmth of the bakery, the better. Pinkie opened the door for her, and Twilight found herself relaxing as she walked inside.

"Yo, Twi!" Rainbow Dash chirped as she trotted over. "I knew you'd show up! Apple owes me 30 bits now."

The pegasus laughed as she nosed happily against Twilight's cheek in greeting. Twilight sighed, raising a brow as she returned the gesture.

"You two made a bet on if I would show up or not…?"

Rainbow grinned. "Uh, yeah. You always stay all holed up in your castle during winter; I know it's cold and all, but seriously! It's not gonna kill you to come out and enjoy the snow!"

"Well, sorry, my fur isn't exactly made for this type of weather," Twilight retorted with a sigh. "And I don't spend all day in the sky like you, Rainbow."

"You literally have three marefriends with the coziest fur ever. Just ask Pinkie, Apple, or Flutters to hang out!"

Twilight couldn't help but laugh softly at the suggestion. As if to punctuate Rainbow's statement, Pinkie walked over and snuggled against Twilight's side. They walked to the table, and Twilight took a seat between Rarity and Rainbow Dash. Pinkie bounced away to prepare her a mug of cocoa.

"Hey there, sugarcube," Applejack smiled. "Glad you could make it."

Rainbow snorted. "You shouldn't be," she joked. "She's the reason you lost our bet."

"Just 'cuz I lost a bet doesn't mean I ain't happy to see her," Apple replied.

"Fair enough," Rainbow shrugged. She leaned against Twilight, resting her head on the alicorn's shoulder.

Rarity sipped her hot cocoa and sighed. "Anyway, how have you been, darling? Do you need me to make you a new coat?"

"No, thank you," Twilight replied. "I'm alright. I guess I've just never gotten used to the cold."

#fable writes 💫#mlp #poly mane 6 #im normal about them. the normalest #sorry not sorry for being a brony on main i just have so many thoughts abt these horses

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barbiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Wife, girlfriend or Whatever: Chapter 3

-- I'm alive lol! I would like to apologise for how long this took me, the rest should be faster but omg life just kicked my butt these past few days (weeks really :/) Hopefully I should be back on track tho!!!

Also a huge thanks to the wonderful @lgg5989 who beta read this :D you're the best bestie!!!

Previous Part

Taglist: @luckyladycreator2 @feedthemadness-sweetie @ravensmadreads @lgg5989 @mslizziesblog @littlebadariell --

You hurriedly brushed your teeth before changing yet again, removing the dress and opting for a thick pair of tights, a nice long skirt and thermal, albeit flattering black top. Being a Texas native, you had never fared well in the cold, and even like that you were scared you’d end up with the flu. Still, time was running out and if you didn’t set out soon, you’d be late in the lobby. Before stepping out of your room, you quickly applied the bare minimum of makeup you usually allowed yourself to walk out of the house with and made sure your lipstick wouldn’t budge by blotting it against a tissue.

You rushed out to meet him, but as usual, you found you were the first one there. Beau, despite his reputation as a stickler for the rules, rarely made it anywhere on time if you weren’t there to annoy him into hurrying up. Sometimes herding Beau Simpson to and from places on a tight schedule felt more like performing a series of very impressive minor miracles. As organised as he was – and you were sure he must be, because the base ran fine before you started working there – he was more than comfortable relaxing when he knew you were handling things. Not that you minded, you really quite enjoyed it, but you sometimes worried that the stress of it all would encourage a few early white hairs. Although, if you had told Cyclone, he would have remedied that in the blink of an eye, so perhaps the fault was on you.

The lobby was warm, heated up by a roaring fire near the reception desk. You moved closer to it, turning around to warm yourself up evenly, but every time you faced the large glass doors and saw the white coat of snow New York was sporting, the heat lost a little of its appeal. You had seen snow before but only in movies and commercials and the need to know if it was just like you had imagined was too great to ignore.

You stepped outside into Time Square, letting the cold air hit your face and redden your cheeks before squatting down next to the two small christmas trees decorating the left side of the hotel’s main entrance. You removed your glove and put it in your pocket before gently lowering your hand into the snow under the amused gaze of one of the Edison’s uniformed doormen.

“First time?” Beau asked, appearing behind you, scaring you enough that you lost your balance. You fell hand first in the snow. The footman lunged forward to help you up, but Beau was faster. He slipped one hand under your arm and lifted you up.

“It feels funny,” you said, “I thought it would feel softer. This is so gritty.”

You shook your hand free of whatever clumps of snow had clung to it but some debris remained, to dry it and make him pay, you wiped your hand on his beautiful black velvet trench coat.

“It’s mostly ice, I think. Plenty of people have walked through it, it’s probably more like city slushie by now,” he replied, amused at your small act of revenge, “We’ll find you some nice snow.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, the hand you had fallen on now cold and pale, “Do snowball fights hurt? They look so fun,” you asked, putting your glove back on.

“Depends, snow is pretty nice but ice is so painful. My family has a snowball fight on Christmas day every year. The first one to go inside would lose and be on chores duty for a week. My brother, because he’s a cheater, used to pack his snowballs with ice and throw them straight at me, I used to get bruises the size of my hands all over my legs and arms,” he laughed.

“Must be nice,” you smiled.

“It is. We tone it down nowadays, my siblings have young children so we have to be careful,” he said, returning your smile.

“Such a good uncle,” you patted his arm, “You seeing them for Christmas?”

“Yes, can’t wait to get another round of ‘oh Beau, still single?’” he groaned, “Can’t get you to be my fake wife for that one too, I suppose?”

“Depends,” you replied, “What’s on the menu?”

He chuckled, “A traditional dinner, board games, roasting smores by the fire and outrageous amounts of Christmas music,” he said.

“And a snowball fight?” you questioned.

“Obviously,” he said, his voice deep and convincing.

“Christmas mass?” you questioned again.

“No,” he replied, “We’re not – you know… Are you?”

“Sure,” you replied, not meeting his eye, suddenly scared it would change things. Your faith was private to you and you’d never advertised it, revealing it amounted to telling him one of your most precious secrets. It was only normal for you to be nervous.

“We were just never raised that way,” he said, wincing at the awkwardness of the situation.

“That’s fine,” you replied, “We were.”

He let out a surprised, “Oh,” under his breath.

“One of the only two things my mother and I agree on,” you volunteered, “Ain’t nothing in the whole wide world like a Southern girl, and fighting’s best done on your knees.”

You looked at Beau, who had suddenly turned bright red, “Oh you pig!” you exclaimed, hitting his shoulder with the back of your hand.

Someone cackled behind him and you looked around to find the doorman and a valet. The valet, a young man of about your age, at least had the decency to turn around and shove his fist in his mouth to keep himself from laughing, but the doorman was turning purple, silently screaming in laughter.

“I hope you’re laughing at him,” you told them, they suddenly turned very serious.

“Yes ma’am,” the valet said.

“Yes ma’am,” the door man agreed, hiccuping as he tried to stop one last bubble of laughter from coming up to the surface.

“I’m sorry,” Beau said, having composed himself, “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“You’re late,” you stated, turning your attention to the clock. Even without your snowy intercession, he was, as usual, running behind schedule.

“Fashionably late,” he replied with a lazy smile and a wink.

“It’s rude to make a lady wait,” you said.

“Oh there’s a lady? Where is she?” he asked, looking around and over you, pretending to look for someone else.

You gasped in outrage, “Piss off!”

“I’m sorry,” He laughed, “You scared of being cold there, Michelin Man?”

“Rightly so, some asshole made me fall in the snow,” you replied with a small smile

“I’m not an asshole, I’m your husband, you adore me. I’m the light of your life, your one and only love --”

“I want a divorce,” you deadpanned.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you need grounds for divorce in NYC,” Beau shot back as the two of you began to walk down the street.

“I have grounds, my husband bullying me is grounds,” you said firmly.

“Nope, not admissible,” he replied, his voice light as he smiled at you with his eyes.

“Yes it is, I believe it falls under cruel and inhumane treatment,” you replied, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Nuh uh,” he said, wrapping his hand over your finger, “You need five years of specific acts of cruelty for that to be admissible. The cruelty must rise to the level that the Plaintiff is physically or mentally in danger and it is unsafe or improper for the Plaintiff to continue living with the Defendant. I believe that’s the rule,” he added with a laugh.

“Oh, love it when you talk legal to me, Admiral,” you said, trying to make your voice as sultry as possible. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “How do you even know that stuff anyway?”

“I watch a lot of court tv and true crime,” he shrugged.

“Court tv?” you repeated, astounded, “Can you act any more elderly?”

“It’s interesting!” he laughed.

“It’s boring, nothing ever happens,” you retorted before pausing and taking in his appearance. He wore a blue button up shirt, and presumably the same pair of jeans he had worn the evening before, together with the cream knit cardigan and carefully styled hair, he hardly looked like the type to enjoy hearing about gruesome murders, “Wouldn’t have pegged you as a true crime guy…”

“No?” he asked, “What would you have pegged me as then?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a second, “You seem like a documentary kind of guy.”

“True crime is kind of a documentary, right? And it’s not my fault, my last girlfriend got me into it,” he replied.

“Right,” you said, “Ex-girlfriend?”

“Yes, I have some of those,” he replied, looking amused.

“When was your last ex-girlfriend?” you asked, thinking back at your entire working relationship. You had always known him as a single man, or rather, he had never mentioned a woman and you had been quite happy to assume he didn’t have anyone to come home to as it made you feel slightly less guilty about the thoughts you were having about him.

“Aren’t you getting curious?” he laughed, “I don’t know, about three years or so?”

“Huh.” you said. You had been right in your assumption, you’d started working as his secretary a year and a half ago, but the confirmation was slightly overshadowed by the fact that a flutter of butterflies had suddenly taken flight in your tummy at the thought that Beau might be single. As if that meant you had a chance, your brain scoffed.

“Anyone since?” you asked.

“No,” he replied with an amused smile.

“Really? Not… a crush? No one you like?” you prompted, your stomach suddenly full of butterflies.

“Oh God, this is like talking to my mother,” he rolled his eyes before smirking, “Just you,” he said, “My darling wife.”

“You’re insufferable,” you told him, trying to mask yet another pang of hurt as the butterflies died and gave birth to confusion.

“True, but you’ll have to put up with me if you want the best cup of coffee of your life,” he said.

The promise of coffee was enough to get you moving and after a short cab ride, you found yourself standing in front of a charming little coffee shop hidden between two ivy covered houses. You walked in behind Beau, feeling slightly self conscious about the way the high heels of your boots clicked on the tiles, drawing attention to you as you descended the few steps towards the main floor. You stopped short when people turned to look at you, suddenly very aware of how much you stuck out like a sore thumb.

Beau turned to you, sticking out his hand for you to grab. You placed your hand in his and came down the remainder of the steps, shooting him a grateful smile. He nodded towards a booth at the end of the room, hidden away from stares and loud conversation and you made your way there while he ordered. He came back a minute later with two chocolate covered waffles and two large coffees.

“Anything you want to see specifically?” he asked after sitting down next to you on the plush bench.

“Nothing really, there’s too much to squeeze into a day…” you said, “I kind of want to go window shopping…”

He hesitated for a second, “Okay,” he said, “But we’re going for a walk in Central Park… And we’re doing the catacombs.”

“Fine, but you’re winning me something at the holiday market on Union Square,” you shot back.

“What my wife wants, she gets,” he winked.

“Uh uh,” you shook your head, “You haven’t proposed yet. I overheard the cabbie, I know what you’re planning,” you added, playfully squinting at him.

“Drink your coffee,” he ordered you with a grin. You made a big show of huffing and pouting before grabbing your mug in both hands and taking a sip. Beau hadn’t been joking, this was quite possibly the best coffee you had ever had and the gingerbread syrup they had drizzled in tasted homemade.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Told you,” he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink, “I used to come here every Saturday when I lived here. Didn’t live too far away actually,” he said, leaning back against the back of his chair. You could see the mental map he was consulting, calculating the time and amount of miles that separated him from his old home, “It was so bad. The showers kept breaking, our windows were shot twice in our first year of living there, and there was a really funky smell coming through the vents whenever we turned the aircon on…” he laughed.

“I thought you were from Missouri,” you said.

“Hmm,” he agreed, “I was deployed here for a few years before they moved me to California though.”

“Do you miss it?” you asked.

You knew how much Cyclone secretly hated California. In the summer, he spent half of his days complaining about the heat and humidity and when winter came around, he kept up the lamenting, raging against Cali’s lack of white Christmasses and fake Christmas trees.

“No,” he replied with a smile, “There are worse places to be deployed to, though. Anchorage Alaska is pretty bad.”

“Hey! Anchorage is nice!” you protested.

“Sure, if you like mining towns and mind numbing boredom,” he said, “Please tell me you’re not from Alaska,” he added, looking at you with a frown on his face.

“My dad is, he moved to Texas and met my mom there in the eighties. I’ve been a few times in the summer, it’s not too bad,” you shrugged, “Chugach State Park is amazing. The trails are really nice and the views are spectacular. When we went to visit, we did a glacier walk, stayed the night in a camp and by complete luck we managed to catch the northern lights -- I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in my life -- I also think we managed to go dogsledding and we definitely went on one of those flightseeing tours, which was so cool. It would probably be quite boring for you though,” you said.

“Why would it be boring?” he asked, looking at you with a strange look in your eyes. If you had been any less oblivious, you would have seen it was love.

“You fly F-15s,” you replied, thinking the tiny aircraft you had flown in wouldn’t even compare to the speed and exploits his usual planes managed to pull off.

“Flew. I haven’t been in a plane for years now, unless you count the minuscule amount of flying I have to do in order to keep my licence,” he sighed, looking a little sad.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s not your fault. It’s part of the job, I knew that when I accepted the promotion to Admiral,” he said, sounding sad, “I miss it sometimes, but seeing what those kids do up in the air sometimes makes me think I’m better off on the ground.”

“I know it doesn’t matter, but I’m happy you don’t fly too often. I don’t have to worry so much about you crashing. I know you’re safe,” you said, looking into the pools of chocolate on your plate to avoid crossing his gaze.

“Careful,” he chuckled, “I might start thinking you care for me,” he added, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and gently tucking it behind your ear. You felt a blush creep up your chest, washing over you like angry waves crashing onto the beach, it seemed to fill your lungs and your breath caught for a second. He removed his hand and picked up his cutlery to tuck into his own waffle, unaware of what such a small touch had accomplished.

“So, what do we start with?” he said, as soon as he had swallowed his last mouthful. You were still chewing on a piece and hurried up when he looked at you with an amused smile, “Come on, we only have a day,” he teased.

“I,” you started, covering your mouth with your hand, “I say we take a walk through Central park first.”

“You’ll be okay to walk on those shoes?” he asked.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” you replied, “I guess you’ll just have to carry me when my feet hurt,” you winked.

He chuckled, “Hey, like I said, anything my wife wants, my wife gets.”

“Okay so Central Park then what?” you questioned as the two of you made it out on to the street once more.

“Window shopping, catacombs and Christmas fair? We can end on dinner to talk about the bet?” he offered.

“Sounds good to me, Boo-bear,” you replied.

Beau let out a annoyed laugh, indicating just how much he hated the new nickname, “You’re on, Honeybunch.”

----

Central Park in the snow was truly something to behold. Even though you had never really been fond of cities and their parks -- it all felt a little too much like keeping nature caged like a bird -- you had to admit that under its white blanket, it looked lovely.

You looked at everything, immortalising it all in your mind, from the tiny blades of grass poking out of the snow to the top of the branches of the tallest trees, looking beautiful with the backdrop of New York peaking through, busy as ever with its bustling traffic and rushing people. You stood there for a while, so concentrated that you didn’t notice Cyclone had gone until he was already back, bumping your elbow with his gloved hand, handing you a cardboard cup.

“We’ve just had a coffee,” you said after taking a sip of the warming beverage.

“Don’t pretend you don’t have like, nine espressos a day when I’m not there to stop you,” he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, unwilling to concede he was right, “Could be worse,” you said, glancing at him, a cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other “I could be addicted to something deadly… Like cigarettes.” you said, like you, you thought.

“Will you stop?” he asked, annoyed.

“I don’t know, Beau, will you?” you retorted.

“No, I won’t,” he bit back, “They’re calming.”

“So’s a stress ball,” you replied.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping

And I brought some corn for popping”

“The speakers are new,” he mumbled, searching around to find where the sound came from and finally seeing the box speakers hidden in bald bushes.

“Hmm,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“How’s the coffee?” he asked.

“Not bad,” you replied, “Want me to hold yours while you smoke?” you offered, holding a hand out to take his cup.

He nodded, placing his cup into your open palm. You turned it around in your hand, trying to see what he’d ordered, something had been written on the sleeve, but whoever had been writing down his order possessed the worst penmanship this side of the equator, you were sure, as you were entirely unable to decipher it. Your curiosity couldn’t be reined in, however, so you took a small sip.

Catching you in the act, Beau raised an eyebrow at you.

“Wanted to know what Admiral Simpson liked to drink,” you explained, “Wasn’t expecting vanilla latte,” you added with a teasing smile, “Is that almond milk I taste?” you asked. You had been witness to many a rant about milk substitutes, and although he had calmed down once he figured out you liked soy milk in your coffees, you never would have thought he’d crossed to the ‘dark side’ as he put it.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone…” he threatened, the corners of his lips coming up in a smile.

“I already put it on the base facebook page,” you joked, waving your phone at him, “Admiral Beau Lloyd Simpson likes to drink girly starbucks drinks,” you pretended to read from your dark screen.

Beau squinted playfully at you, “You better not,” he replied, “I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You’re right, I haven’t. HR would be wondering why I’d be having coffee with you in the first place,” you said.

“We’re allowed to get coffee. I get coffee with you all the time,” he said, sounding confused.

“No, you get coffee for me all the time,” you replied, “Which you’re not even supposed to do, by the way. I’m your secretary, it’s part of my job.”

“You’re not my P.A,” he said, his tone bordering argumentative.

“All I’m saying is that there’s a difference. A line we’re not meant to cross, and we’re already toeing it now,” you said, “They’ve already made comments about me coming here with you… I don’t want them to think --”

“To think what?” he asked after a moment of silence, his voice quieter than before.

“That we’re --” you hesitated, “That you’re more than what you are…”

“Which is what?” he asked, “Your friend?”

“My boss,” you replied. Beau froze, stopping in the middle of the path. You followed suit, much to the displeasure of a group of dutch tourists visiting the city for Christmas. They walked around you, throwing annoyed looks at you that you were too distracted to notice.

“Right,” he said, “Make up your mind, would you? One second you’re pissy because you want to be friends and I don’t and now it’s the opposite, you’re giving me whiplash.”

“I’m not making you be my friend,” you laughed, “But I’m not in the habit of hanging around people who aren’t friends, so I’m going back. Call me when you need me for the function, or text me, I don’t care,” you said, turning around and walking back down the path towards the metro station, fully intending on going back to your room and drowning your broken heart in cheap wine while you cried your heart out in front of a silly romcom.

“No, please,” he said, running after you, “Please come back. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” he added, grabbing your arm.

“Beau, let go of me,” you said, you body stiff and your face stoney.

“Y/n please,” he begged, “I’m sorry.”

“Fine,” you breathed.

“Why did you ever leave?” you asked, changing the subject, “This place is magical.”

“I got my orders,” he shrugged.

“Hmm, I forgot. When the Navy calls, you answer,” you replied.

“For now, yes,” he said, kicking a snowball with his foot.

“Oh?” you asked.

“I might not, if I had someone else to think about,” he said quietly, his eyes still on the ground.

You gasped, “Oh my Goodness, is eternal bachelor Beau Simpson looking to settle down?” you asked with a smile, slightly surprised by the admission. The butterflies that had died in your stomach in the hotel lobby came back in full force, fluttering about your insides with all the energy of a toddler on a sugar high.

Beau chuckled at your teasing, “Yes, weirdly, I don’t want to die alone,” he replied, half-serious.

“Oh you won’t,” you said.

“Not what my tinder says,” he laughed uncomfortably, “I think I got like, seven matches in the past three months? Turns out older guys aren’t prime real estate,” he added, a certain sadness around his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“Okay, first off, you’re a person not a cottage,” you retorted, eliciting a laugh from your companion, “Second off, any girl would be lucky to have you,” you said, “You’re nice, you’re funny, you’re smart, you have a good career --,” you added, counting his qualities on your fingers.

“Seriously,” he chuckled, “Stop it or I will think you care for me.”

“Would that be so bad?” you asked, your voice so low and barely audible that when a group of children ran past you, laughing as their friends threw snowballs, your words were swallowed by the noise.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you lied, remembering his comment about whiplash. Quit toeing the line, you thought to yourself.

“When we finally kiss goodnight

How I'll hate to go out in the storm

But if you really hold me tight

All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying

And my dear, we're still goodbying”

“So HR spoke to you?” he asked.

“No, but I don’t want to give them a reason to,” you replied, “Or give them a reason to withhold your promotion.”

“They wouldn’t,” he said with a scoff.

“With all the fraternisation rules? You bet they would, and there would be an investigation and I can’t have that marring my record. I don’t want my next job asking questions and possibly going back on their decision to hire me,” you said firmly, a fire in your words.

Beau let out a sigh, “Where are you going? I don’t think I ever asked you.”

“Advertising firm in Santa Barbara,” you replied quickly.

“Santa -- that’s like a three hour ride,” he said.

“It is, why? You thinking of visiting?” you teased.

“If you’ll have me,” he said, looking at the floor.

“Of course I would, you’ll tell me all about your new secretary,” you smiled.

“Hmm, about how horribly incompetent she is,” he grumbled.

“Oh hush,” you said, gently swatting his arm, “She’ll be fine. Don’t jinx yourself by saying these things…”

“We still haven’t found one, and you won’t be there to train her. I’m not holding out much hope,” he grumbled.

“Oh, is that why you’re so pissy? You’re cross I won’t be there to train her?” you said, teasingly.

“No --” he started, only for you to interrupt him.

“Look, there’s nothing to it. Half of my day is spent nagging you to look at your diary, and the other half is just nagging you about other things,” you said, poking him in the side with your finger, “Easy peasy.”

Beau hummed, taking a sip of his vanilla latte.

“Promise me you’ll check your diary for her,” you asked, stopping him with an arm in front of his waist and turning him around to face you.

“Could be a ‘him’,” he replied..

“Beau,” you said, “Promise me.”

“Have you ever been ice skating?” he asked with a grin, evading your questions.

“Beau, I’m serious,” you said, trying not to laugh.

“So am I,” He grinned, pointing in the distance at the Lake, where hundreds of people whizzed around on ice skates, making tiny trails in the ice.

“No,” you said, “Oh, no. That’s not happening.”

“It’ll be fun!” he exclaimed, trying to grab your hand. You swiped it away right in time, holding it behind your back.

“No, I’m not dying of hypothermia after skating on a stupid lake and falling through the ice miles away from home!” you exclaimed.

Beau laughed, “You’re not going to die, the ice is thick, it’s safe!”

“You don’t know that,” you replied, feeling your eyes widen at the sight of everyone on the ice.

“Look, I’m way heavier than you are, if anything breaks, I’ll be the one going down. All you have to do then is run,” he laughed, “You won’t mind, you’re already such a chicken.”

“Don’t call me chicken!” you exclaimed, your previous fear long forgotten.

“Then come ice skating, Mcfly,” he said, smiling at you, “Tell you what, you come ice skating with me and I’ll promise to check my diary.”

“Ugh,” you said, pretending to sound annoyed, “Fine.”

You followed him down the path towards the lake, trying to calm your nerves by watching the scenery. Too soon for your liking, you made it to the crowd. After getting ice skates, you gingerly walked onto the ice, Beau sliding right behind you.

“Your teacher has arrived,” he grinned.

"The fire is slowly dying

And my dear we're still goodbying

Long as you love me so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

Frankie sang. Cyclone stretched his hands out in front of him for you to take. Secured by his strong grip, you dared to take a step forward.

“See, it’s safe,” he smiled.

You skated forward, doing as he told you, getting a little more confident by the second. After a few moments, he let go of you, moving backwards so you would skate towards him like a child taking their first steps.

“You’re a natural,” he laughed, despite the fact that he had been trying to teach you for over forty-five minutes and that you had only moved about three metres away from the bank. His eyes were trained on you, ready to catch you in case you slipped, and before you could warn him someone skated straight into the back of him, pushing him forwards. He tried to catch himself but the more he tried to, the more he slipped, making him look a little like Wile-e Coyote running in the air seconds before falling off a cliff. Eventually, gravity won and Beau fell straight into your arms.

“If you wanted to hug me, you could have just asked,” you teased, both of you laughing loudly. You helped him up, steadying him with one hand firmly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” the bumper said, “Are you hurt?” the girl asked Beau. She wasn’t much younger than you, college aged probably, but her hat and scarf, so large and warm, made her cheeks red, giving her a pleasant baby face.

“Only his pride,” you replied for him.

“Good,” she grinned, “He seemed like he needed humbling,” she winked at you before turning on her heels and skating away.

Beau opened his mouth to say something but as soon as Let it Snow finished, another song crackled through the speakers.

“New York on Sunday

Big City taking a nap

Slow down, it's Sunday

Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap

If you've got troubles

Just take them out for a walk

They'll burst like bubbles

In the fun of a Sunday In New York"

"Now--" you said, pausing.

"That's not--" he started.

"Yeah, that's Bobby Darin," you chuckled.

"Must be a mistake..." he mumbled. You had heard so much Frankie that the change of voice felt jarring.

"I mean it's a good song," you said, looking at him confused, "It's just... not Frankie…"

"Aww look at you," he smiled, "Frankie... Y/n, do you have a crush?" He teased

"Stop it," you laughed

"Frankie and Y/n, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n--" he sang, the end of it lost in your glove as you brought your hand to cover his mouth.

"Just teach me how to ice skate," you laughed

"You can spend time without spending a dime

Watching people watch people pass

Later you pause, and in one of those stores

There's that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You're both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you through the week

Comes true on Sunday in New York

Comes true on Sunday in New York"

“Speaking of stores, how about we go window shopping,” he offered, “I think I’ve done enough skating for today,” he added, skating back towards the bank and his shoes. You followed right behind, finding your boots amongst a pile of trainers, covered in brown slush.

“Was your pride that bruised?” you teased, trying to wipe the grime off.

“No,” he laughed, “it’s getting close to lunchtime, and I’m starving. We could go to that Christmas fair, if you want, it’s really not that far away,” he offered. You nodded, feeling less like bambi now that you were back in your own shoes, despite the heel and height difference.

“Sure,” you said, “I’d kill for a --”

“Coffee?” he finished for you.

“No,” you lied, earning you one of Beau’s brightest smiles.

“You’re such a liar,” he replied, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

“Fine! I need a coffee,” you admitted, “I’m getting the withdrawal shivers.”

“Junkie,” he teased. You stuck your tongue out at him and he reciprocated, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you your drink before you pass out. At this point I’m sure it’s the only thing keeping your heart beating.”

“You’re pretty good at keeping my heart beating too,” you said, “No that’s not what I meant,” you quickly added as soon as your words sank in.

“Nothing wrong with being madly in love with your husband, my dear,” he replied, a sly smile on his face.

“Shut up,” you replied, “And you’re not even my fiancé, you haven’t proposed yet,” you shot back, pointing an accusing finger at him, “I need you to put a ring around this finger before you call yourself anything other than my boss,” you said.

Beau chuckled, making your heart skip a beat, “You’re high maintenance, you know that?”

“And proud,” you grinned, “I don’t do wife stuff for secretary prices,” Beau looked at you, returning your smile, laughing a little. You let your eyes wander, a rare treat you never usually granted yourself for fear of betraying your distinctly unprofessional thoughts about him.

He looked good. He looked relaxed. He looked nothing like his permanently stressed, high-strung California self. His hair had started off as neat and gelled, but the New York breeze had tousled it, making it look adorably dishevelled. Together with his cold-induced rosy cheeks and easy smile, it was hard to deny that New York suited him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

“Nothing,” you lied, “What are you thinking of getting?” you asked, spotting the USS Maine monument in the distance and its seasonal market, already bustling with people despite the fact that it had only opened half an hour ago.

It smelled fantastic. The mix of mulled wine, baked goods, and savoury dishes floating over to you suddenly made your stomach growl, you sped up a little walking past the first block of stalls and towards the B block where most of the food kiosks stood. Beau bee-lined for a stall, getting himself a loaded portion of chilli but you hesitated. Despite what your stomach had loudly proclaimed, you weren’t actually all that hungry. Still, it was lunchtime and scared you’d faint, you bought yourself some oranges and a coffee from the nearest beverage stall.

You sipped on your drink, immediately feeling the rush of caffeine surge through your body. Your hairs stood on end, and the beginnings of a headache you had been feeling for the past hour suddenly disappeared. Huh, you thought, putting your oranges in your coat pocket, maybe I do need to cool it on the coffee.

“I found a bench,” Beau said, coming up beside you.

“Go you! Shall we cross that off your bingo card?” you replied, sarcastically.

“Meanie,” he said, “I’m not eating standing up.”

“Okay,” you replied, expecting him to leave you alone in favour of his bench, but the hand that wasn’t holding his chilli came up to tug at your sleeve.

“Come sit with me,” he said

“Is that an order, Admiral?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him teasingly.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” he asked, winking at you.

“In your dreams,” you said, laughing, “You promised you would win me something,” you pointed at a stall towards the back. Little metal cowboys made their way around the scene on a track, ducking behind and in front of wooden mountains, evading players with ease as their owner looked on, occasionally letting out a “Next time maybe,” or a “Almost got him,” whenever they missed a shot.

“A sharpshooting game?” he asked, sounding unimpressed.

You let out an airy laugh, “Scared you’ll miss, Boo-bear?”

He stood up, “What do you want?” Cyclone asked.

“I want that big sailor bear,” you answered, pointing towards a huge stuffed bear, wearing a little sailor’s cap and collar.

“Okay,” he answered, walking off in that direction with you hot on his heels, “You know I have a marksmanship medal, right?”

“Prove it to me,” you said, holding back the wink you wanted to send him.

Beau gave the man five dollars and picked up the pellet gun.

“Don’t forget, you need five cowboys down for the bottom tier, ten for the middle tier and fifteen for the top tier,” the attendant reminded him, sounding bored.

“How much for the bear?” Beau asked, nodding towards the pedestal.

“All of them need to be knocked down on the first shot, sir,” the attendant said.

Cyclone raised the gun and nodded at the man. He pressed a bright green button by his side and the music started, a familiar song from the soundtrack to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, as the cowboys slowly came up to speed, circling around the circuit on their tracks. Beau looked down the scope and steadied his footing. You looked on with bated breath as he pulled the trigger, shooting down every little figurine with one single shot.

“I’m impressed,” you said, “It would appear you didn’t get your medal from cereal box tops after all.”

“You better name the bear after me,” he winked, barely hiding his offence at your jab.

You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, “I’m teasing, I never doubted you,” you whispered in his ear, wondering if the close proximity had the same effect on him as it had on you, “But you do look adorable all huffy and offended…I need to rile you up more often.”

You lowered yourself back down, accepting the bear from the man and hugging it tight, laying your face against its fluffy head, “I think I might call it Addy. Short for Admiral, because having a bear named after my boss is just a little weird.”

“Addy is still naming it after me, though,” he said with a wink.

“True, but it’s a whole lot more covert than calling it Beau, especially since my family and my friends know who you are,” you replied, cheekily.

“Oh,” he smirked, raising his eyebrows in surprise, “Am I often a subject of conversation?”

“Sure, I tell my sisters aaaaalllll about how much of a pain you are,” you said, purposely bumping into him, “and that you never check your diary.”

“Oh my God, what is it with you and that diary?” he exclaimed, exaggeratingly rolling his eyes to make sure you knew he was trying to annoy you.

“Because,” you poked his side, “I spend hours of my day making sure it’s up to date,” you poked him again, “And you,” he grabbed your hand, spinning you around into his arms, immobilising you in the process, “Never,” you wriggled, “Check,” you wriggled again, “It!”

“Bullshit,” he laughed, “you’re just using it as an excuse to talk to me.”

You blushed. It was a jab, but what had started with genuine annoyance at the fact that he never knew what needed doing during the day had, at some point, become an excuse to visit him in his office. You suddenly felt acutely aware of how Beau’s arms were wrapped around you, squeezing you against him, and how horribly inappropriate all of this was. An embarrassed blush washed over you, feeling ashamed of both your feelings and how pathetic it was for you to resort to finding excuses to talk to him.

“Sir,” someone said, tapping Beau on the shoulder, “A rose for your wife?”

Beau froze, much like he had in the cab. Taking the opportunity to make him pay for accidentally making you embarrassed, you spoke before he could.

“Oh he’s not my husband,” you corrected the salesman in your most innocent voice, erasing all traces of your usually noticeable southern accent to match his midwestern one, “He’s my daddy.”

“I’m so sorry, miss,” the salesman smiled, “You here for college?” he asked. You were grateful, probably for the first time in your life, that you looked a little younger than you were. Out of your office clothes, carefully curated to look mature and competent, you could pass as early instead of mid twenties.

Granted, there wasn’t all that much difference, but men had a tendency to treat you differently based on which one you portrayed, getting the right one to get what you wanted was an art form that you had just started to master.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling sweetly at the salesman, “Sorta, I’m doing a phd,” you replied.

“Well, that’s wonderful,” he said, “Sir, a rose for your little girl, I’m sure there’s nothing in the world that would make her happier. A beautiful rose for your beautiful daughter,” he winked at a dumbfounded Beau.

“Yeah, daddy,” you cooed, “Nothing would make me happier.”

Cyclone took the rose, and paid the guy, before turning to you, “You’re going to pay for this,” he threatened, handing you the rose after gently slapping you over the head with it.

“What? Don’t like it when I call you Daddy?” you asked, pushing your luck.

“Stop it,” he demanded, his voice leaving nothing up to interpretation. Just when you thought you were actually in trouble, Beau smiled.

“You’re no fun,” you said, teasing him now that you knew you hadn’t made him cross, “Thanks for the bear, and the rose.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, “Should I be worried?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“The blatant manipulation,” he simpered, looking shocked you’d even ask.

You chuckled, “No, I’d never manipulate you,” you smiled, holding Addie up in your arms, squeezing him tight.

“You are a menace,” he grinned, “Where did you even learn how to do that?”

“Youngest daughter,” you shrugged, “And it’s the whole ‘gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss’ thing women need these days to get out on top,” you winked.

“Wow,” Beau said, “I’ve never felt older… I understand most of these words individually but put together…”

You laughed, “If you can’t convince them, confuse them,” you replied.

“See, I might find that funny if I even remotely understood the context,” he said, sounding confused.

“I’m not sure it fits, to be honest,” you replied, taking the last sip of your coffee. You threw the cup into a trash can with a pout, “No more coffee, makes me sad.”

He chuckled, “Tell you what sweetheart, you quit caffeine and I quit smoking,”

You turned to him in shock, “You serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he replied, “Which is what you’ll have if you keep drinking coffee like that.”

“Deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake.

“Deal,” he replied, “You ready for the catacombs? If we leave now, we’ll get there right on time for a tour to start.”

“Did you memorise the times?” you asked, peering over at him.

He nodded, “It starts at the hour.”

“Still creepy,” you said.

“Shut up,” he smiled, “Want the rest of my coffee?” added, handing you the cup.

You took it gratefully, bringing the rim up to your mouth before stopping short when you caught his eye, “You ass!” you exclaimed, swatting him on the shoulder.

“You don’t want it then?” he inquired.

“You’re so mean,” you said, dropping the cup into the next trashcan you passed.

---

“I hate this,” you mumbled, watching the guide take out an old fashioned dungeon key from his pocket. Beau had sworn this wouldn’t be creepy, just something fun that he never got to do when he lived there.

It didn’t seem fun. Even the raving review on the brochure didn’t seem all that enticing to you. Although, you had to admit that half of the creepiness of the catacombs were, at the moment, due to the guide. You had never seen anyone so well suited to the role, but his easy charms, generous winking and colgate-commercial smile had quickly become unnerving in the underground lights when you realised just how much he looked like Anthony Perkins in the 1960s version of the film Psycho.

The guide walked ahead of the group, guiding you all in a massive hallway of concrete with a domed ceiling. Despite being underground, a puddle of water pooled by one of the doors.

“Relax, will you?” Beau chuckled, “Someone probably dropped their water bottle.”

“You don’t know that,” you whispered back, unconsciously scooting closer to him. He swung an arm around your shoulders protectively and leaned closer to whisper in your ear,

“You’re right, we’re trapped in here with zombies, one of them must have gotten up during the night to take a leak,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning across your neck, making you blush. Your heart sped up, although you weren’t sure if it was because of him or because of the sudden flash of fear you felt when he mentioned zombies.

“I can assure you, miss, that there are no zombies here,” the guide said, “Despite what your companion is telling you,” he added, winking at you.

You shot him an uneasy smile as he stared, fixing you with an unblinking look that made your hair stand on end.

“This is more like -- errr -- an apartment building for corpses. A middle class option for people who wanted to have the luxury of a mausoleum without having to pay to build something of their own,” he added, as if that was meant to reassure you in any way.

“Right,” you answered, trying hard not to imagine what that would entail, but the more you tried to erase the picture from your mind, the more it came up, flashing before your eyes every time you blinked. A loud bang resonated in the catacombs, making you and the rest of the group jump. Beau instinctively grabbed your upper arm, dragging you behind him to protect you.

Footsteps approached, loud and echoing and followed by an incredibly unpleasant shriek, getting louder as it got closer. Beau backed away diagonally, practically sandwiching you against a wall, his large frame covering you almost entirely. You could just about see the tour guide, still staring at you. He winked, and smiled.

The noises got closer and closer and closer. It seemed only yards away now, and then, it turned a corner and a small man appeared, dragging a rusty maintenance trolley behind him.

“Alright, Jim? Gave my people quite the freight,”

“Aye, sorry about that,” Jim replied, raising a hand in apology, “Just fixed a leak in maintenance closet three. We’re all good for the concert on Friday.”

“Ah yes! I almost forgot!” The guide exclaimed, “There will be a Christmas concert here on Friday, tickets are five dollars a piece but people who have done the tour get a one dollar discount. If you’re interested, you can find all information about attendants and ticket pre orders on our website.”

“It’s a good one this year,” Jim said.

“It’s a good one every year, Jim,” the guide corrected him, his tone so final it made Jim pause.

“Aye,” Jim replied, “It is a good one every year.”

The rest of the tour went by without a hiccup. The history of it even began to sound interesting, but your enthusiasm never failed to die down a little whenever the guide turned to you. You managed to catch a glimpse of his name tag halfway back up the stairs towards the surface, and if you hadn’t already been so unsettled by his unblinking gaze, which seemed to always be trained on you, you might have laughed at how well it suited him.

“Don’t forget to tip your guide,” Henry Danger said, throwing yet another one of his smiles, his teeth as straight as a tombstone in a cemetery, their whiteness seeming just as fake as the kindness in his voice.

“Well, he gave me the heeby jeebies,” Beau said as he stepped away, guiding you towards the tube station, “Did you see how he was looking at you?”

“I was starting to wonder if he even had eyelids,” you shivered, “You realise I will never be able to sleep tonight, right?”

“Yeah? Scared of zombies?” Beau smirked.

“Scared he’ll be hiding in the darkness of my room,” you replied, nodding behind you where you had left your tour guide.

You walked down the steps to the metro line in silence, not wanting to alarm anyone with the conversation you were having, not that you would have been able to anyway, the noise of rush hour traffic paired up with rush hour metro users drawing out pretty much anything. You swiped your tickets against the machines and somehow managed to squeeze yourselves into a packed carriage.

“I’m sure he’s not that bad in real life,” Beau said, picking your conversation back up where you left it as if nothing had ever disturbed it.

“He did look like a batman character, didn’t he?” you said.

Beau hummed in agreement, “I’m hungry,” he said, “We’re not too far away from the restaurant.”

"Can we go back to the hotel? I'd like to look decent for dinner," you said, "I feel yucky, all that -- whatever that was, has made me feel dirty."

"You're so precious," Beau said, looking down at you with an almost sweetness in his eyes.

"You're right, let's go now so I smell like wet dog,” you said sarcastically, “What wine do you think pairs well with miasma and ancient bone dust fumes?"

"I feel like red would go well with it… maybe a nice Barolo or a New World Cabernet," he mused playfully.

"You're right, something rich and full bodied… I'm thirsty now," you said, clicking your tongue against the top of your mouth.

"Let's go back, I think you're right. I could use a shower," he said, turning right into a side street. You could see the back of the hotel from where you stood. Beau slid his hand behind you, resting on your lower back.

"So precious," you teased him, repeating his words back to him, "Where are we going? I need to know how to dress."

"Just wear whatever, you always dress nice anyway," he replied, looking down at you with soft eyes.

"Is that code for 'I haven't decided where we're going yet'?" You asked.

"No," he smiled, "I've made reservations. I'm just trying to pay you a compliment."

"I'm flattered," you replied, "but I do really need to know."

"I told you," he said, sounding a bit exasperated.

"Please," you begged, "I'm not good with surprises."

"You must be fun at Christmas," he shot back, holding the Edison's main door open for you, its doorman nowhere to be seen.

"My parents bought a safe to keep presents in. I'd always start looking for them to open them beforehand so they had to take drastic measures," you explained, a devious smile on your face.

Beau laughed, "I hope your kids'll be just as bad."

"I was charming as a child, I'll have you know," you said, your head held high in mock prissyness.

Beau let out a laugh, "You still are."

"You're handing out compliments like candy, Beau. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to sleep with me," you winked. Beau looked down at his shoes, a deep red blush covering his cheeks.

To escape the embarassement of your teasing, he pressed the elecator button.

"So easy to embarass," you whispered under your breath, climbing in when the elevator dinged.

"Hmmm," he hummed, "You'll regret it."

"You promised me that at lunch, and yet…" you said, tapping your chin with your fingers.

"Anyway, see you in thirty? Is that enough time?" he asked, looking you over. You exited the lift, followed by Beau, making your way down the corridor to your room.

"I'll hurry," you replied, unlocking your door. You waved him goodbye and locked it behind you, immediately removing your shoes, shedding your clothes, letting them fall to the floor without a second thought.

Opening your case, you rifled through your clothes, trying to find something appropriate for dinner. If it had just been dinner with your boss, you might have just gone for a nice pencil skirt and a shirt. Something that said 'this is a work thing'. But this wasn't just dinner with your boss. It was dinner with Beau, the man you developed a crush on 0.1 seconds after meeting him.

In the end, you settled on a burgundy cocktail dress you thanked yourself for bringing and paired it with a pair of red bottomed heels. After a shower, you quickly curled your hair and brushed it through, letting it fall in graceful, slightly vintage looking waves upon your shoulders.

Then, just as your alarm rang to warn you you needed to meet Beau in ten minutes, you started on your makeup, applying a layer of red lipstick and fixing your winged eyeliner which had, miraculously, not bled in the water and steam of your shower.

Finishing it off with a spray of perfume, you walked out of the door and straight into Beau, who was, for the first time in his thirty year career and almost fifty years of life, on time. He looked stunning, freshly showered and smelling of soap and aftershave, he had finally gotten rid of his stubble -- which you kicked yourself for missing -- and gelled his hair again. He had changed out of his shirt, jeans and cardigan and into a nice navy coloures suit, and an, accidentally, matching shirt to your dress.

"You clean up nice, Simpson," you said, as if nice was the appropriate word to describe how he looked.

"You look wonderful," he returned the compliment, "See, you didn't need me to spoil the surprise for you to dress nice."

"Well, you mentioned a reservation… I figured it wasn't Mcdonalds,"

"So is this standard dress for anything other than mcdonalds?" he asked, "Or are you dressed like this because of me?"

"It's standard dress," you lied, making your way down the corridor towards the lift, hoping to hide the blush on your cheeks.

Beau caught up with you just as the doors closed, he pressed the lobby button on the wall and squeezed behind you as the elevator stopped at every floor on its way down, allowing more people into the tiny cabin until it was completely packed.

"Where to, Admiral?" you inquired quietly.

"It's not far, we'll walk," he said, "Where's your coat?"

You groaned, "I'll be right--"

"No time, we'll be late. Take mine," he said, shaking off his coat, again. You really weren't made for snowy NYC.

"Let me just --" he said, grabbing your hand in his, "Just to make sure you don't fall," he grinned.

"Right," you answered, hoping that the butterflies you were feeling couldn't be heard fluttering in your voice.

Beau crossed a corner into the theatre district, sandwiching you between him and the buildings of NYC to protect you from oncoming traffic. Moments later, he guided you into Le Rivage, a traditional french restaurant that you had seen many pictures of.

While you had appreciated the art deco style of the Edison, you had to admit that the restaurant's architecture and decor was more your cup of tea. The walls of naked bricks, paintings on the wall and overall rustic style made you feel like you had stepped straight into the little hole-in-the-wall bistro you liked to frequent during your studies in Paris.

"Do you have a reservation?" The woman at the door asked, her beautiful red dress showing off how fancy this place truly was.

"Simpson, for two people," Beau replied, shaking off his coat before helping you with yours.

"Agnes, please lead Mr and Mrs Simpson to table 13," she barked at a teen.

Agnes brought you to a small round table near the back. Although the lights were dimmed slightly, the feeling of privacy you felt was counterfeit as its position near the live band meant everyone was bound to look over your way.

You sat down and Agnes disappeared for a second, coming back almost immediately with a pitcher of water and a notepad. Beau ordered wine while you looked at menus and while you had had something to drink since breakfast, you had completely forgotten to have your orange. Alcohol was a terrible idea, especially considering your feelings and who you were eating with, and yet you let him pour you a glass, which you clinked together.

"Cheers," he said.

"Cheers," you replied.

"So, did you win the lottery or what? This is a very nice place," you stated, your gaze travelling over the restaurant.

"I just wanted to say thank you for coming with me," he said, "I really appreciate it."

"Oh, it's okay," you said.

"No, I know how unconventional it was of me to ask you to attend with me and you would have been well within your rights to refuse," he replied. Beau licked his lips and you couldn't help but stare, hoping that your slight perving would be interpreted as attentive listening.

"I'm so thankful that you didn't," he added, "So far it's been fun," he smiled.

"It has," you agreed. You opened your mouth to add something, but Agnes appeared with her notepad to take your order.

By the time your mushroom risotto arrived, you were both three large glasses of wine deep. Food dampened the effects of the alcohol a little, keeping you from teetering over the edge from tipsy to drunk and by the time dessert finally arrived, a crème brulée for you and a chocolate mousse for him, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, having managed to cut yourself off from wine when the first bottle was finished.

Conversation flowed easily, as it always did with Beau but soon enough you ran out of topics and you directed the conversation towards the bet.

"So, first person to spill the beans loses and pays for all lunches and coffees til I leave," you said.

"We get to be as embarrassing as we want," he said, pausing to take a sip of his wine, "Provided we don't do anything that gets us arrested, fired or court marshalled."

"You're no fun," you grinned, "But it sounds sensible. I'm in," you added, "When does it start?"

"Now?" He asked and you shrugged. Beau stood up. You thought for a second that he was getting up for a smoke break as he had done twice already, but he looked at you with a strange expression. Giving you a mischievous smile, he knelt down on one knee, producing a small black box from his pocket.

"I suppose there's only one thing left to ask you then," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear it, "Y/n L/n, will you marry me?" He asked, so loud that it cut through the noise in the restaurant. Conversation stopped, the live band put down their instruments and everyone waited with bated breath for your answer.

"I despise you," you whispered, "Yes, I will," you replied, the restaurant erupting in cheers. Acting the part, you stood up and beckoned him up, pulling him into a hug.

"I told you I'd make you pay," he spoke into your ear.

He pulled away, opening the ring box and taking your left hand in his to slip it onto your finger. As soon as it touched your skin, the black band turned pink.

"Huh, apparently that means you're nervous about something," he said, barely holding in a laugh.

"You better pray no one asks to see the ring because I swear I will tell them you proposed with a mood ring," you threatened, and, still acting like the excited fiancé, you stood up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss straight onto his lips.

The second your lips made contact, fireworks went off in your head, your heart skipped a beat and you felt so dizzy and electrified you could barely think straight, which, in truth, might have had more to do with the wine than the kiss, and you hoped the blush that covered your face would be blamed on embarrassment rather than the giddy excitement of having kissed your longtime crush.

You broke apart when a smartly dressed server appeared. Unlike Agnes, he wore slacks and a waistcoat, covering his perfectly ironed button up.

"Compliments of the owner, sir," he said, presenting Beau with a bottle of champagne

"Thank you," Cyclone replied, rousing himself from his stunned silence.

Both of you sat back down and you smiled, pleased to see that the kiss hadn't only had an effect on you.

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 21

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Part 21!

So this kinda got long. I wouldn't be able to fit the explanation part without posting off of my ao3 schedule. Also the chapter would be, like, way longer than the ~2K I've been aiming for.

So! Here's this, and I'm gonna try to post the explanation-scene as a separate chapter on Thursday or Friday. (It'll probably be big on its own anyway).

Info: Self-concept upon death hugely impacts ghost form, and Sam & Tucker expected white hair bc of Danny. So by the time Jazz became a ghost (read: Died) it was just an expectation that white hair and green eyes would be a part of that.

(Danny's own palette swap is an effect of his beliefs about what happens when things burn [white to black] and bleach in heat [black to white - like the flag on the moon]. White hair being associated with stress/death, green eyes because green was all he could see, etc. Just a lot of jumbled, morbid, last-minute thoughts while he was dying combined with pre-existing, subconscious beliefs about life and death.)

Jason's form is his exact form from when he died - minus all the injuries and plus the full-white eyes (not just normal eyes behind a domino mask - I know that varies by version for some robins. This is full-whites. They do still turn green when he's angry tho)

***

Jason only realized he’d been tricked after they finally called it a draw.

For all a snowball fight barely counted as a fight, he certainly felt calmer after getting some of his energy out.

He’d been so distracted enjoying himself he hadn’t even thought of using the chaos to bolt - not that he would have anyway, given he still didn’t know where to find a portal home.

The girl flits in front of him just in time for him to catch his breath.

“Nice to meet you,” She holds out a hand, grin as exuberant as it had been throughout the game - minus the feral tinge of competitiveness.

“I’m Danielle,” she offered as he shook the proffered hand. “But call me Elle - or Dani with an i if you want to mess with someone.”

The mischief on her face at the suggestion made him think she’d done so before.

She almost certainly already knew his name, but not telling her himself would be rude - a death sentence if they really were fae. Still, that she hadn’t prompted him should make it safer. Maybe.

(If the initial kidnapping was permitted by Danny hearing his name then he certainly didn’t hear a prompt from him, but who knows if inaudible whispers count. At least he can see that Danielle’s mouth hasn’t moved)

(Not like he isn’t already kidnapped anyway. What’ll they do, double kidnap him?)

“Jason,” he says as he disengages from the handshake, smiling genuinely despite himself.

(And he meant to smile, he did - he’d read enough stories to know how important being polite to the fae is; one wrong word and you’re 15 ribs shy of a full skeleton. Or a brother shy of a full family. It was half the reason he’d spoken as little as he had - but he hadn’t meant for it to be real)

“I’m sure Danny told you aaaaaall about me already, and yes, I really am that cool.”

Danielle - Elle - breaks Jason out his mental spiral. He just manages to smother his laugh with a cough.

“Ah, the tour actually got kind of off track, so I hadn’t had a chance to mention you yet.”

Elle gasps dramatically, putting both hands over her heart and flopping to the ground at Danny’s proclamation.

“Oh, I am wounded! I am shattered! I am abandoned and unloved!-” Danny laughs “-I am filing a formal complaint! I am requisitioning forms to have my darling emotional support Panther, Palu, moved to the Palace-”

“You- Emotio-WHAT!?” Danny reels back, expression horrified.

Elle floats up to sit a foot off the ground, arms and legs both crossed. She glares at him for about 5 seconds before sticking out her tongue and grinning.

“I’m kidding, you big chicken.”

“She ate my cape made with Actual Stars, Elle.”

Elle laughs at Danny’s clear relief and the following pout. Jason himself fails to suppress a snort.

“Well,” Danny huffs, turning to Wulf. “While these two are busy laughing at my expense, I wanted your opinion on something.”

He gestures to a more distant tree with his eyes, and Wulf follows as he floats away - probably aiming for out of earshot.

Elle abandons her laughter to float upright just in front of him - the floating equivalent of standing, he supposes.

“Anyway, like I said, I’m Elle. Long story short Danny’s ex-arch-nemesis who shall not be named wanted to adopt Danny and handled the ‘no’ really poorly and tried to clone him. I was the only surviving clone, and after trying to kill Danny on said manipulative ex-nemesis’ orders he managed to change my mind about said nemesis, helped stabilize me, and eventually ended up adopting me.” She said, in the most nonchalant manner possible, which, wow, the story really did not call for.

Jason desperately wants to know the long version.

“Sooo…” she drawls, smile gaining a teasing edge, “I guess you can actually just call me big sis.”

She laughs at his suddenly blank expression.

“No? How about ‘best big sister ever?’ Oh! Oh! Or ‘Coolest big sister in the Realms?’ Get it? Cuz ice powers.”

She flits around him as she speaks, wiggling her fingers and loosing a few flakes of snow at the last bit for emphasis, giggling.

Jason isn’t sure how to respond without insulting her somehow.

To any of that, really.

“Never expected to have a baby brother,” she muses, “but then with how readily he adopted me despite my origins I guess it isn’t all that surprising. Especially with you being a halfa and all. We’re really rare, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Or maybe not - you are only like a week old, technically.”

“I’m 22,” he corrects, unbelievingly.

She snorts.

“In human years, maybe.”

And hey. Wow. Jason is not a fan of that.

(Yes, he’s glowing. Yes, he’s visibly de-aged 7 years. No, he has not accepted any of the potential implications that has regarding his human-ness.)

Jason has roughly 100 more questions after her little info-dump than he did before.

Before he can debate risking those rib bones, what can only be one of the infamous ‘eyeballs’ shows up.

It sure is an eyeball, just one giant eye takes up most of its head, but for the thin green outline that connects to the rest of its body - only seen by the matching green of its hands, which themselves bear off-puttingly long claws.

It is also wearing quite possibly the most pretentious robes he has ever laid eyes on.

This coming from someone who grew up watching Brucie Wayne play air headed, carefree rich boy like it was his true calling - the man had a designer collection of dramatic robes to greet unexpected late-evening guests with.

“Phantom.”

“Greg.”

“That is not my name.”

By the terse greetings and short follow-up, this was a common exchange.

The eyeball - Greg, why not - turned its eye on Jason just then.

For all its size, the eye moved just as fast as a normal one. The motion was wrong in some indefinable way; grotesque to see. He did his best not to react, cautious of setting the being off; this one seemed more volatile than those he’d met thus far.

Despite the lack of a facial expression, Jason couldn’t help but feel like he was being sneered at.

Thankfully its attention on him was brief, turning back to address Elle after only a beat.

“If you are quite finished shirking your duties to play in the snow, the Valhallan representative is waiting to speak with you.”

“What??? He isn’t supposed to be here for another hour,” Elle questioned, brown pinched.

“It has been an hour, Phantom.”

He floats to her side to point towards the palace.

“If you would be so kind, I would like to get this over with.”

“Uuuuuuugh,” Elle groans, drifting slowly in that direction despite the apparent distaste, “Can’t you just watch from your lair like Clocky always does?”

“You know very well that matters of exceptional import and tumultuous path selection require personal observation in order to maintain timeline coherency. All royal meetings for-”

“‘-at least the next three weeks fit the criteria.’” Elle makes air quotes as she speaks, turning to face Greg while still floating towards the palace, backwards.

“I know, I know. Blah blah regulation, blah blah timelines, blah blah paperwork. Heard it. Got it. Thanks.” She concludes with an eyeroll, before looking back at him.

“Have fun with the rest of the tour!” she yells, smiling and waving as if she was already a mile away. “Make sure Danny shows you the map rooms!”

And then she turns and zooms away.

He can sense the faintest bit of rage coming from Greg, and he barely hears the muttered ‘Insufferable abomination’ before the…guy?...eye… follows suit.

He watches until the eye disappears into the building.

At which point he hears a small sigh from beside him.

He nearly jumps out of his skin in startlement, whipping his head around to find Danny floating placidly by his side, saluting into the distance.

“Good luck, Elle,” he says mournfully, “Rip to your good mood.”

“That bad?” Jason asks, resettling his nerves.

Danny snorts.

“The Observants always make everything either as boring as they can or as difficult as they can. It could be worse though; the Valhallans are a party people so it should balance out. Best case scenario they’ll spend the end of the meeting annoying ‘Greg’-” he adds air quotes at this, grinning, “-together.”

‘The Observants must be the eyeballs then,’ Jason thinks. ‘The name is a bit on the nose…or eye.’

“Anyway!” Danny twists and drifts to float in front of him. “We’ve got another hour or so before dinner; ready to get back to the tour?”

Jason opens his mouth, then pauses.

He takes a glance around and asks “Where is Wulf?”

“Oh, he’s off picking up a preorder - Volume 15 of, uh…something? I don’t remember the name. But don’t worry, he’ll be back in a few hours.”

And wow, the promise that Wulf isn’t just hovering unseen in the background does a lot to untense muscles he hadn’t realized were tensed.

“Right. Sure, tour away.”

He held in his questions, for all that he was bursting at the seams for answers.

Because really: Clone? Archnemesis??? Was this a hero-villain thing or a fae politics thing? Cloning generally wasn’t a thing heroes did, but kidnapping wasn’t either.

What did Elle mean by ‘Halfa?’ Or technically a week old???

Also: brother? Adopted? There’s no way, right?

Being yanked off of the streets of Crime Alley by some dude living in a veritable castle to be adopted with little to no explanation was not something that happened to people twice.

Let alone when he is, in fact, a grown-ass man.

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The next section they visit is Elle’s, located close to the final tower on the same side as the Specters’ had been.

The first room is filled with complex ice sculptures - a panther the size of a horse, a normal-sized cat, a few of the yetis, a kid in a pirate garb with a parrot, a girl covered in…Lunch Boxes? Danny, Jazz, and Spike were scattered among more unfamiliar statues.

They take their time in this room, Danny pointing to a lot of the people depicted and giving him names to go with faces - he even recognizes a few of them from earlier parts of the tour, and makes sure to commit them all to memory.

Then came the rooms that looked like a cosmopolitan’s dream collection.

A room dedicated to world maps through the ages - little groups of similarly-aged maps slowly orbited each other in globe-like patterns while newer versions and even a few of alien worlds lined the walls.

At least 3 rooms are dedicated to photos from all around the world - he spotted the Eiffel Tower, the Pyramids, the Congo from above, the Great Wall of China, Niagara Falls - plenty of well-known tourist locations, as well as a wide variety of nature shots. The nature shots took up an entire floor-width room, and were arranged to transition from one biome to the next.

The next room is full of souvenirs; postcards, foods from around the world frozen in more of that crystal-clear ice, weapons, clothing, jewelry - a little bit of everything.

Another swift pass-through - and by, since one of them was occupied - of the meeting, sitting, and nap rooms has them finally arrive at the room that was probably the reason Elle said ‘map rooms’ and not just ‘room.’

It was domed like an observatory, but instead of the night sky it showed that infinite green.

Different sections zoomed in and out, just slowly enough to take in. The room is scattered with cushions and telescopes aimed up. At the very center stands some kind of machine, spitting out paper which, when he floats over to look at it, reveals a single, ever-growing map.

“Elle is obsessed with travel,” Danny says fondly. “She was away more often than not at first, but then she got the idea to map the Realms - a map that can be referenced rather than a single ‘take me where I ask you to’ artifact.”

He floats up towards the dome as he speaks.

“It might seem pointless with how much paper an infinite amount of realms will take to map, but the mechanism feeds the map data into a computer that sends everything to be incorporated into Tucker and Technus’ Zone Map App. It updates constantly, what with the fluctuations in the Zone, but it’s always improving.”

“Fluctuations?” Jason asks, processing the ‘infinite amount of realms’ remark.

“Think of it like space; there’s gravity against the constant growth of the universe. The zone expands and contracts, like the flow of a tide. Except it’s moving in all directions instead of just the two.

But it expands more than it contracts, and just like on the sea or in space things can drift closer together or farther apart. Following specific streams can help, but only so much. Reliable navigation was pretty hard to come by before Elle, Tuck, and Technus started working on this.”

“Impressive,” Jason says softly.

And it is. The thought of mapping a veritable ocean with important bits that never stayed in the same place…it seemed nigh-impossible.

Opposite the third tower - “We can tour my tower after dinner,” Danny had said - lay the section belonging to Jazz and Spike.

The first thing they come to is familiar - the library.

“Anyone can use the library, but Jazz is the one in charge.”

Jason stops cold.

“Jazz.” He echoes.

Jazz, who had so calmly and proficiently wielded a gun.

Who had gifted him a gun.

Who had expressed her own love for literature.

They’d even briefly discussed some of the classics and yet-

“Jazz made that impossible excuse for a sorting system!?”

He couldn’t bring himself to worry about upsetting him, he’d just have to risk the ribs. That ‘sorting’ system was a travesty that could not stand unchallenged.

Luckily, Danny only chuckles a bit.

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” he snorts, shaking his head.

“Not that- how are you supposed to find anything!” he shouts, throwing his hands into the air.

“You ask,” Danny answers, brow raised.

“WHO!? THERE’S NO RECEPTIONIST!” Jason scrubs his hands against his hair in frustration.

Understanding dawns on Danny’s face at that.

“Here, let me show you,” he says, nodding to the doors before zooming through.

Jason follows, anger simmering under his skin - fully his own, for the first time in years.

“Library,” Danny says as Jason comes to float beside him, “May I please see The Guide to Phantom Palace?”

A book soars from a wall shelf to float, wiggling in front of him like an eager puppy.

“Thank you!” Danny says brightly, before turning to hand the book to Jason.

“The library is sentient,” he explains. “Good manners are key, by the way - Jazz is in charge, but the library can and will kick people out if they're rude or incautious with food and drinks.”

Jason stares at the book in his hand a moment, frustrated at the simplicity of it and the hour he spent looking aimlessly, but at least a bit soothed at the presence of a way to actually find things - even if the organization still makes no sense.

“Why the emotional organization system, then?” He finally asks.

“That’s for Jazz,” Danny answers. “This library is a part of some psychology project she’s doing - the return system, at least. Ask the library for the book you want - or you can ask for suggestions based on certain criteria. It’s sentient, it can help you find things - and when you’re done with it you put it back where you think it should be based on your own emotions.

Or if you don’t want to participate you can just put your books back on the shelf by the desk and Jazz will rearrange them however she sees fit.”

“Psychology project?” Jason asks after pause.

“Ah, you’d have to ask her. She told me all about it when it was first getting set up, but as much as I tried to understand it, it was all Greek to me.”

“Anyway!” he claps, “Now for the rest!”

The rest of Jazz’s section seems to follow the psychology theme.

A rage room that looks well-loved - battered, glowing clubs and a variety of damaged items from tech to glass to dummies that appeared to be slowly healing themselves.

A soothing room full of soft things and calming music and candles and even a few flowers.

A sound-proof room for quiet, a therapy room for meeting with ‘patients.’ Then of course there were the business meeting, paperwork, sitting, and nap rooms. And a combat room.

The nap, combat, and sitting rooms seemed to be shared, with the second part of the section - Spike’s - branching off from the sitting room.

Spike, of course, had his own cursed paperwork and meeting rooms.

Then came the ‘this is the home of an artist’ rooms.

An enormous circular room was dedicated to acting as a color wheel, the walls slowly shifting from deepest reds to darkest indigos, with every shade and color in between. In the center of the floor was the darkest shade of black, radiating out to a blinding white where it met the walls - the ceiling was the opposite, a bright white dot radiating darker until it met the walls as a void-like black.

A room filled with sketches and paintings, a room full of blank or half-made canvases with pencils and paints and brushes floating all around - seemingly where they’d been abandoned, a room full of miniature landscapes matching both locations he’d seen on earth and the strange landmasses he’d seen on the journey to the castle. And then what Danny called an archive room, where Spike stored older projects that he no longer wished to display.

Skalfred found them just as Danny finished explaining the room.

“Perfect timing!” Danny grins, turning to Jason. “Race you there?"

They’re near the library. Jason knows the way.

He zips around Skalfred and out the door in lieu of an answer.

He can just faintly hear Danny sputtering, ‘You cheater!’ coming out around the echoing laughter behind him.

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Fun Facts!

Elle’s name - she initially chose Dani because she didn’t want to change herself just to differentiate herself from Danny - lots of people have the same name, and she has just as much right to it as Danny.

But it also made her feel too much like a copy and less like a person - especially with the confusion when she started living with the Fentons.

Then Jazz suggested Elle would be a nice name - it’s part of her name already and it’s like Elle Woods, known badass. They then watched legally blonde, and Dani decided it was a really cool name and started going by Elle. She’s a lot happier with it - no more discomfort when being spoken too, and they can still call her Dani when she and Danny are both in the room and they want to annoy the Observants or other people by doing The Bit(™) [both pointing to themselves ‘who me’ - other person, also in on the bit, facepalming and saying ‘Danny’ - them ‘which Danny.’ Of course no one told the observants Dani also goes by Elle. One time one got tired of it and went ‘Obviously the Danny with the crown of fire.’ And Danny makes the Crown of Fire appear (separate little mini-rings-transformation) at the same time Elle pulls a Burger King Crown actively on fire from her Halfa Pocket Space and they both go ‘which crown of fire’ and it is by the blessing of not having organs alone that the observant in question did not immediately have an aneurysm from sheer, apoplectic rage.]

Palu - Danny is a dog person, Elle is a cat person. Palu is named for Cath Palug - the closest thing I could find to a cat-equivalent of Cujo’s namesake. Same neon-green fur as Cujo, but all-purple eyes. Palu can be the size of a cat (around twice Cujo’s puppy-size), but can get up to the size of a horse (just slightly smaller than Cujo’s max). Unfortunately, Palu is very fond of Being Enormous And Also Hunting Everything That Moves That Isn’t Dani, so they put her in one of Sam’s conservation areas where she’d be happy. She liked it enough to move her lair - an incredibly large pet-bed in a small forest of cat trees - and Dani visits whenever she wants to see her.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #jason todd #danielle phantom #long post #comedy-horror of errors

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