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serotocin38 · 4 years

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TL;DWrite: How to Court a Dumb Human Bean

Mobei-Jun/Shang Qinghua

In which Shang Qinghua is kind of in love with Mobei-Jun, and misunderstands everything. You know, the typical situation. But this time, after a run-in with a strange demon girl, he’s also oblivious to the fact that he suddenly becomes incredibly attractive everyone else. And they all want him.

2,420 words, oblivious SQH, slight pining, courting, misunderstandings, harem potential but no harem, only Moshang

High cheekbones – check. Sharp jawline – check. Piercing gaze – check. Broad shoulders – check. Ridiculous height – check. Graceful air – check. Firm and defined muscles – double check. Very powerful – check, check, and check.

Shang Qinghua sighed to himself, shaking his head ever so slightly as he reluctantly drew his gaze away from his king and went back to the pile of paperwork in front of him.

Mobei-Jun stood across the room, glaring at a group of elders who seemed to have finally cornered him and wanted to get their point across while Mobei-Jun was still willing to entertain them.

Shang Qinghua had no doubt it was to pester him about getting married again. Ever since Luo Binghe basically up and abandoned his newfound seat of power like it was the side chick he accidentally got pregnant, Mobei-Jun had taken over full-time, and as a result, Shang Qinghua found himself with a lot more paperwork to get through.

While he worked his way through several stacks a day, Shang Qinghua silently cursed Cucumber Bro for going into seclusion with his demon husband to live the life of domestic bliss while he was stuck with a desk job! And he did not even get paid for this!

The only plus side of the paperwork was that Shang Qinghua was situated across from Mobei-Jun most of the day, and he could sneak as many glances as his heart desires. And if Mobei-Jun caught him in the act, Shang Qinghua only had to tap his brush against his chin like he was thinking hard.

Take that, Cucumber Bro. You aren’t the only brilliant actor in this world!

“What’s wrong, my king?” Shang Qinghua asked when Mobei-Jun finally stormed away from the elders, and they were alone.

Mobei-Jun sat down on the throne of ice with an angry glower on his face. If it were directed at him, Shang Qinghua would be a blubbering mess of tears begging for his life. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Do you want to get married.”

Shang Qinghua blinked, wondering if he mishead. Then, his face flushed bright red. “My- My king? I- This- This servant couldn’t possibly be fit to marry you!”

The glower grew deeper, and now it was definitely directed at Shang Qinghua. “I meant, if you ever plan on getting married to anyone,” Mobei-Jun gritted out slowly.

Shang Qinghua was feeling faint now. Of course that was what Mobei-Jun meant! What the hell was he thinking?! He had obviously been daydreaming way too much!

“This servant wouldn’t dare!” Shang Qinghua squeaked. “My entire life is dedicated to serving my king and no one else!” He wondered if now would be a good time to get on his knees and start blubbering.

Mobei-Jun grunted and turned the glare away. “I don’t have a choice,” he said. “The elders think… that the potential candidates they chose do not interest me.”

Shang Qinghua wiped away his tears and sniffled a few times. “Do they not appeal to my king?”

“…Not interested.”

Shang Qinghua thought about the long list of demon girls from various prestigious bloodlines. “Perhaps my king’s taste is... of another gender?”

Mobei-Jun’s glare turned back to him again.

Shang Qinghua was so dead. He just asked the second most powerful demon in the world if he was gay!

He gulped, his hand trembling and dripping ink all over the page. He quickly set it down and put his hands into his lap to hide them. Mobei-Jun just studied him hard, then looked away again, saying nothing.

…so it was not a ‘no’.

Shang Qinghua cleared his throat. “Should- Should this servant let the elders know? I’m certain that there are many eligible demon males that are fit to be my king’s consort? I- I’ve heard that homosexuality is quite common among demons! I mean, Sha Hualing is-”

“Not. Interested.”

“Eh? But- But my king-” Shang Qinghua was at a loss. He almost threw his hands up in the air and tore at his hair while screaming, “THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU INTO?”

He took a deep breath instead. “Perhaps my king is not interested in anything romantic or, ahem, sexual. In that case-”

“No.”

Shang Qinghua just stared blankly at him. After a few moments of silence, Mobei-Jun stared back at him.

“My king, is there anyone you’ve ever liked before? Anyone at all?”

There was a long silence. “…Yes.”

“Okay! Great!” Shang Qinghua said desperately. “What- What did they look like? Maybe we can find them again, or- or at least find someone fitting those descriptions!”

Mobei-Jun tilted his head to the side a bit, studying Shang Qinghua with narrowed eyes. “Small,” he said slowly. “Helpless. Like a baby bird.”

Shang Qinghua’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “Uh, okay. What- What color was their hair? Their eyes? Male, female? When did you last see them?”

Mobei-Jun’s lips thinned as he continued staring at Shang Qinghua. “I see them every day,” he said slowly.

Shang Qinghua felt his excitement dim slightly. Ah, so it was a current crush. Despite being by his king’s side on a daily basis, Shang Qinghua was not aware of this interest of his.

His smile wavered ever so slightly. “Do- Do they know you… feel this way towards them?”

Mobei-Jun’s eyes narrowed further, boring deep into Shang Qinghua’s soul. “…They’re not very perceptive,” he said gravely.

Despite the dull throbbing of his own heart, Shang Qinghua silently comforted Mobei-Jun. Unrequited love was not a good feeling.

“Then my king just needs to be more bold with his advances!” Shang Qinghua encouraged. “Maybe you just need to tell them you like them!”

Mobei-Jun considered it. “I… like you.”

Shang Qinghua nodded. “Just like that, my king!”

Mobei-Jun’s glare grew deeper. Then, he shook his head. “Doesn’t work.”

Shang Qinghua gave a nervous chuckle. “How would you know if you don’t try, my king? Maybe if you spend more time with them, they’ll eventually catch on.”

“More time?” Mobei-Jun asked under his breath.

“Oh, and helping them out would probably show that you care.”

Mobei-Jun nodded slowly. “I see,” he said. “This… will work?”

Shang Qinghua gave him a weak smile that he hoped was encouraging. “Unless your person is a rock, they’ll certainly realize it.”

“Okay,” Mobei-Jun said. “Then, do you… want me to help-”

“Ah!” Shang Qinghua gasped as an amulet around his neck started growing hot. He quickly pulled it out, the red stone glowing dully in his palm. “This servant is late, my king!” he said. “I need to go pick up your new cloak now!”

He gave a hurried bow before scrambling out of the room, the doors slamming shut behind him.

Mobei-Jun sighed in annoyance. “…He’s a rock.”

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Shang Qinghua was running terribly late. He was supposed to go to a specialty shop to pick up a custom cloak of Mobei-Jun’s.

A few weeks ago, Mobei-Jun had dropped a huge monster in front of his desk, blood still spilling from the fresh wound and staining the furs that served as a carpet in his room.

“This is- This is a Frost Flower Tiger Seal?” Shang Qinghua gawked. “What- What does my king want me to do with it this time?” he asked.

Mobei-Jun had recently taken up the habit of hunting rare demonic monsters with pelts that could sell for a fortune or two. And he never told Shang Qinghua what he wanted him to do with them, except he showed extreme offense to Shang Qinghua’s offer of selling them.

So he had no choice but to take the rare pelts and make them into rugs and coats and scarves.

The Fost Flower Tiger Seal’s slick pelt was extremely soft and completely waterproof. It was naturally a deep blue, with black streaks in it, like a tiger’s fur. So Shang Qinghua sent the pelt to a special clothing shop to have them customize a cloak for Mobei-Jun.

However, on the way, Shang Qinghua ran into a couple of demons who were in the process of dragging a poor human girl out of her hut.

“What a pretty little thing,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you come with us and keep us company?”

“Let me go!” she screamed, kicking and thrashing.

“Hey!” Shang Qinghua shouted, glad he brought his sword. It had been a while since he drew it, and he had never been particularly good at fighting in the first place, and he was definitely rusty. He just hoped the threat would scare away the demons.

The other demon sniggered. “Look, another tiny human,” he said. “Let’s take them both.”

Shang Qinghua swung his sword, the weight throwing him off a little bit. He quickly regained his balance, his heart thumping hard in his chest.

If he called out like last time, would Mobei-Jun show up?

Suddenly, both demons’ eyes were glued to Shang Qinghua’s sword. Then, with a mess of senseless apologies, they dropped the girl and ran off faster than Shang Qinghua could figure out what made them run.

It was only afterwards that Shang Qinghua remembered the tassel tied to the end of his sword with Mobei-Jun’s seal on it. Regardless, he gratefully sheathed his sword and rushed to the girl’s side.

“Hey, you really shouldn’t hang around here alone,” Shang Qinghua said, helping her up with a sigh.

The girl huffed. “I had it covered, you know,” she said. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out three needles, obviously coated with a deadly poison.

“Ah,” Shang Qinghua said.

“Thank you anyway,” she said. She looked him up and down. “What’s a human like you doing in the Demon Realm?”

“I could say the same for you.”

“Not human,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “And I’m a travelling merchant. Anyway, I suppose I should repay you somehow. What do you want?” she asked. “I’ve got strength potions, protection charms, cultivation enhancers.”

She seemed to have found all of Shang Qinghua’s weaknesses with just a glance. Each suggestion felt like a small stab at all his lacking points.

“Heh, no need,” Shang Qinghua said, remembering he was on a tight schedule. “I need to get going.”

The girl tilted her head to the side. “Where are you headed? I have a pill that can prolong your stamina. Most use it for sex purposes, but you can use it to travel too,” she said casually, ignoring the way Shang Qinghua coughed lightly.

“Just west,” he said vaguely. “I really should go.”

Finally, the girl sighed. “Fine, fine. I won’t keep you. Here, take some water, at least. You look like you could use it.”

She disappeared into her hut briefly and came back with a small bottle. “It’s a bottle of Replenishing Water,” she said. “As long as you’re thirsty, it will continue to produce water. And it doesn’t take up much space, so it’s perfect for travel.”

Shang Qinghua glanced at the sun. He took the bottle. “Much thanks,” he said quickly. He left before the girl could try pushing any more of her wares onto him.

The Replenishing Water did seem pretty useful though. Shang Qinghua took several sips from the tiny bottle, but every single time, more cool water poured from it. But if Shang Qinghua just tipped the bottle over dry ground, nothing came out.

He briefly wondered who that girl was exactly. But he did not think on it too much because he managed to catch the store just before closing.

“Wait!” he called as the store owner, an elderly demon lady came out to lock up.

“There you are!” she snapped, shoving the door open again.

Shang Qinghua followed her inside, apologizing over and over again for being so late. She grumbled as she went and grabbed the cloak, all wrapped up and boxed nicely. He reached for the money pouch in his robes when suddenly, the elderly demon lady grabbed his wrist.

“Come here,” she commanded.

“Eh?” Shang Qinghua was pulled downwards roughly. She stared at him with her old eyes. “Is- Is everything alright, Madame?”

Suddenly, the usually sour expression on her face softened. “I’ve never noticed before, but… you look like my late husband!”

“Wh-What? You- You have to be mistaken. Madame, I am merely a human servant for my king! How could I-”

“I’m not mistaken!” she exclaimed. “You look exactly like him!” Suddenly, she rushed forward, and Shang Qinghua stepped back, running out of the shop as quickly as he could. “Husband, come back! Your Gui-er has been waiting for you!”

Shang Qinghua did not look back. He ran for a few miles before he collapsed on the side of the road, absolutely exhausted. The sun had nearly set, and he was still a far way from the palace. He had really hoped he could avoid travelling by sword.

But before anything else, Shang Qinghua spent a few minutes chugging from the bottle of Replenishing Water. He felt much better after sitting for a bit and making sure the demon lady was not chasing him.

By then, it was completely dark and walking was no longer an option.

Still, Shang Qinghua was reluctant about riding his sword. He had not been confident about mounting his sword since rescuing Mobei-Jun and nearly killing both of them with his skills.

“Ah, my king,” Shang Qinghua sighed aloud.

“What is it?”

Shang Qinghua wished he could say he did not scream like a little girl and drop the box holding the new cloak.

“My- My king!” Shang Qinghua gasped, his heart doing a rapid staccato dance in his chest. “What- What are you doing here?”

“You called,” Mobei-Jun said sternly, like it explained everything.

“This- This servant was just heading back.”

“It’s late already,” Mobei-Jun said. He picked up the box and opened it. He took out the Frost Flower Tiger Seal cloak and inspected it.

“Does my king approve?” Shang Qinghua asked nervously.

Mobei-Jun rubbed the thick cloak between his fingers. “It’s good,” he rumbled. Then, he draped the heavy cloak over Shang Qinghua’s shoulders and clasped it in front.

“My- My king?”

“Let’s go,” Mobei-Jun said, pulling him in by his waist and opening a portal.

They reappeared in the throne room, and Mobei-Jun led them into the adjoining room that served as his and Shang Qinghua’s office.

Shang Qinghua started to take off the cloak, but a sharp glare from Mobei-Jun stopped him. He left it on instead.

Liked the idea at first. I just felt it would take a longer than a brief one-shot, so I kinda procrastinated and lost interest. Will I come back to this one? Not likely.

#moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #tl;dwrite

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solcheeky · 5 years

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From dearest bubble bath anon: a bulleted scenario for stoner/neighbour hyuck who came over his friend's house to take a shower but accidentally found them in a bubble bath (dw not fully naked prolly wearing a bathing suit or whteva). so he gets invited in but his legs are too long to fit inside the tub so he cages his friend in with his legs to get them closer and they have a friend to lovers moment(suggestive content or not - up to u)

cont. (Idm if u make the reader female/male/Gender neutral) whtever makes u feel comfortable I’ll read it regardless bcs it’ll obvi be the best!!

warning: mature content

a/n, let me just add context: you and hyuck have been best-friends since you were kids and now he lives next door to you in university. except, you really don’t know what the use is of the wall that separates the two of your spaces because he’s always over at yours or vice versa. at this point there’s no such thing as boundaries. ahem hyuck thinks boundaries are for pussies. so, you’re both at such a high level of comfortableness that hyuck takes shits with the door open and you don’t need to leave a room to get changed. so much so, people sometimes thing yall are dating—but that’s not the point. you guys are just cool like that, okay continue

“hey buttface! your door is unlocked again!” donghyuck calls into your apartment the moment he steps in

seeing the lack of your appearance in the living room, he slips off his shoes (carelessly nudging them out of the way) and throws his jacket and backpack into your sofa

pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie, he first makes his way to the kitchen, “my dumb shower is busted again, and I need to use yours!” but his words echo in the emptiness of the room

“y/n?” leaving his hoodie on your counter he makes his way deeper into your apartment, but this time, speaking up a little louder. “I was going to go bother mark but you’re just so much closer so-” donghyuck slips an arm out one sleeve of his t-shirt letting it half rest on his shoulder

then stops to stand in front of your closed bedroom door. “you’re asleep, aren’t you?” he sighs under his breath

“whatever,” taking one step back his hand naturally finds the doorknob to the bathroom behind him, “you can’t say I didn’t ask.”

then he swiftly takes a step backwards into the bathroom and closes the door in front of him.

pulling the rest of his t-shirt over his face he spins around only to find you under a sea of bubbles occupying the tub, eyes closed and headphones on

“jeez!” donghyuck jumps in his spot, clutching his top to his chest at your totally unexpected appearance, “y/n!”

you open your eyes to see the shirtless boy backed up against the bathroom door

with the music you had blasting in your ears, you weren’t surprised you hadn’t heard him at all up until this point

“oh, hyuck?” you casually lift one side of your headphones off, giving him the weirdest look. “what are you doing here?”

“you scared me.” he says, shoulders relaxing at the sight of just your innocent self. “I thought you were something else.”

chucking his shirt on the closed toilet seat, he runs his fingers through his hair and rubs his chest with the other.

“rude.” you joke flicking a little bit of bath-water his way

but he swiftly dodges with a bubble of laughter

“what are you doing here?” you pull your headphones off completely and donghyuck helps you place them next to the sink, “I thought you were at johhny’s?”

“firstly, learn to lock your door.”

you splash more water at him

“and secondly, I need to use your shower.” he says so blatantly, “my one’s out again.”

you scoff at him, “uh. I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s kind of occupied at the moment.” you lift your hands up at him a little dumbfounded.

he always does this; invade what little you had left of alone time.

“so?” donghyuck unbuckles his belt and shrugs, “just move over a little bit.”

“nooo, no hyuck” you groan in annoyance, “please, don’t be a dickhead. I wanted to relax”

“and I want to get clean.” he rebuts kicking his jeans off in your direction

they land with a puff of air on the floor adjacent to the tub

“jesus hyuck, you smell like cat piss”

“we hotboxed johnny’s bathroom. and no I don’t, my clothes do.”

you give him a dry look.

“you’re overreacting.” he whines. you always chat the most shit about how much smoking smells but do it anyways, it was stupidly cute.

now, donghyuck stood hands on hips, in the middle of your bathroom in only his boxers

he looks at you expectantly as if he were waiting for you to make some room

but you warn him with your eyes not to step any closer

donghyuck sniffs, lifting his nose high and nodding his head continuously, “okay. alright,” he presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek, “fine.”

just when you think he’s going to back away, he takes two big strides over towards the tub

“no, hyuck, you fat shit- don’t!” you grab onto his wrist when he tries to stabilize himself with the rim of the tub

you start laughing when his knees send a wave of water up your chin

“quit being a wuss.” then he’s already half in the water with you and laughing all the same

“I’m not! you’re just- hyuck!”

“stay still!”

“your legs are too fucking long!-”

“you love my legs.”

“not when they’re in my bath! g- hyuck!-”

donghyuck pulls at your wrist to yank you forward to make enough room for him to slip behind you and get you tucked perfectly between his stupid long legs.

clasp still around your wrist, he folds your arm against your chest from behind to push you backwards into his frame

“there,” his bare chest felt hot against your back. “we fit.”

“I hate you.” once he lets go, you rub your wrist acting as if it hurt

so donghyuck takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours before pulling it under the water. “you’re such a liar.” he likes to think you say things like that on purpose

you squeeze his hand from underneath, he wasn’t completely wrong.

soon enough, you settle comfortably against his body, moving your shoulders a little whilst donghyuck adjusts to your weight.

“see.” donghyuck smiles smug against the shell of your ear. “we should do this more often.”

you sigh in plain annoyance, but regardless, close your eyes and lean your head back until it rests comfortably on his shoulder

“you’re so annoying” you exhale

donghyuck laughs and you realize you love the sound of it so close to your ears

“yeah, whatever.” his smiling lips reach down until they press gently into the dip of your shoulder

when he pulls away, his touch leaves a glimmer of heat under your skin you can’t ignore

it isn’t the first time donghyuck has kissed you. but it was definitely the first time you had felt anything more

usually it was a peck on the back of your hand, or an annoying smooch into your cheek—never one into the bare skin of your shoulder

lips lingering a little too long, donghyuck almost forgets that he can’t leave kisses across the rest of your skin, so instead he leans his head on the fist he kept propped up by his elbow on the edge of the tub

he generously lets his eyes trail down all the spots he wished his lips could mark

his chest ached at how vulnerably good you looked with your eyes closed and neck exposed

if only you were his

“jaehyun asked me if you were single.” donghyuck speaks up

so out of the blue it takes a moment to process what he’s even said

..he wants to talk about jaehyun?

you find it funny how he tells you that whilst sharing a damn bath with you and shamelessly holding your hand.

donghyuck waits for your response, his brows twitching at the way you seemed incredibly unfazed by the fact that the hottest guy you both knew wanted to know if you were single

it made him wish he could read minds

“y/n-”

“shh. I’m trying to relax.” sure, jaehyun was insanely attractive. but there’s a reason why you cuddle with donghyuck every night.

at your reply, donghyuck shuts up, silently glad your eyes are still closed because he can’t stop the smug smile tugging at his lips

he releases the fist from under his cheek, dipping it below the surface of the water to draw circles on the highest point of your thigh

maybe he did mean as much to you as he thought he did…

“did you tell him I was?” you suddenly ask (too nonchalantly for his liking)

…or not.

he frowns at your words, what was that supposed to mean?

donghyuck slips his fingers higher till they almost reach your hips and pinches, hard

“hyuck!” immediately, your eyes snap open and your hand shoots down to grip onto his pinching fingers.

donghyuck doesn’t expect to enjoy your reaction that much

but he did.

something in him falls so deep at the way you jolt under his fingers and he can’t help but sink his teeth into the inviting dip of your shoulder right there, glistening with wet and so close under his chin

his plump lips latch onto your skin as he bites gently into your flesh and your hand quickly moves out of the water to the nape of his neck

a wave of heat shivers down your body and you fist at the hairs on the back of his neck

donghyuck has definitely crossed some new kind of boundaries.

for a moment, donghyuck snaps out of his adrenaline high, his breath evidently heavy against your skin as his bite leaves a lingering tingle of desire

thinking maybe he’s gone a little too far, he tries to retract the other hand he had still laced with yours and simultaneously pull his nose away from your tempting shoulder

but you don’t let him.

your fingers squeeze his hand in the depths of the bath and your palm stays hot against the back of his neck

right, donghyuck assures himself, fuck boundaries.

this time, donghyuck bites painfully slower into the slope closer to your neck

it would’ve hurt if you weren’t so distracted by the burning feeling melting in the pit of your stomach when the hand he had pinching your hip slipped between your thighs

you exhale a shaky breath

and donghyucks heart swells

he adores the way your head rolls further back into his shoulder and the way you whimper so delicately into the shell of his ear

you were so fucking addicting

following up the curve of your neck, donghyuck finally gets a taste up your jaw until your hand slips from the nape of his neck to his cheek to guide his mouth to yours

in a moment so undefined, so boundless and so intimate, he kisses you for the first time

his lips caressing yours in a crashing wave of lust as he steals your breath

hunger and infatuation bleeds from his lips you almost drown in it, barely being able to keep up when the kneading of his lips turns wet with tongue

a moan gets muffled in the back of your throat and donghyuck slowly moves back

he doesn’t stray too far though, forehead against yours and nose so near you could breathe in his breath

“you taste gross.” you mutter, lips still bumping into his.

you blame johnny’s influence for the thick, bitter aftertaste donghyuck left on your tongue

donghyuck breaks out into a smile and his laughter echoes against the bathroom tiles

“fine.” he kisses your cheek first

then his lips find their way back down your jaw, “here okay?”

you nod when his nose buries into your neck

“good.” he mumbles applying more pressure with the hand he had between your thighs

another moan erupts from your throat when he rubs more confidently against your front

“I didn’t give jaehyun an answer.” his words tumble hotly across the span of your neck, “told him I would ask you first.”

you can barely let out a whimper

“what should I tell him?” he lifts his hips against your back and you squeeze his hand

“what would you like me to tell him?” he corrects himself

“I-”

you can’t think anymore when his teeth begin to punch into your neck again

“you what?” he delicately kisses the blossoming marks he’s branded into your skin

“I’m,” you don’t know what comes over you when you say it. but you do. “I might have some time for him”

donghyuck chuckles maliciously into your skin; even trapped under his touch you dared to be such a brat

he hums amused into your neck and your hand falls weak from his cheek to his jaw

“oh you will?” he bites into your skin and your back arches

your breath trembles but you challenge him either way, “maybe.”

with the hand between your legs, donghyuck harshly binds you backwards, pushing you impossibly further into his frame and letting his hips grind harder into you from behind

“you’re going to regret that.”

end.

(oh god I love how you wrote your request bc I know for sure you read my guidelines and how you gave me a plot line but simultaneously kept options open for me :0 anon, you’re great. also I left it up to you as to whether the reader is undressed or not ;* hah)

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olivcrfm · 4 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑶, 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵, 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬, 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑨, 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑰, 𝑲𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒁𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑨, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑯 .

adoringly referred to by lia as the ‘park-davies clan’, truthfully i made this a while ago but i am just now sharing it with the masses, because i thought it’d be nice if someone other than lia saw my hard work. sound off below and tell me who your favorite is, or don’t. @ofmargos

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: male

general appearance: curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, 6’1”, & a deep dimple on his left cheek.

personality: he's optimistic and gracious. of course he's also capable, gentle and disciplined. milo has less pleasant traits too. his narcissism and inconsideration tend to get in the way even at the best of times.

special talents: guitar! which acts as an escape from the rambunctious park-davies household

who they like better: he won’t admit it, but margo. he’s a mama's boy. literally glued to margo’s hip but claims that he likes them both the same.

who they take after more: appearance wise, oliver, literally an almost exact clone. personality wise he’s got a lot of oliver’s positive traits, and a lot of margo’s negative ones, but most of the time acts as his own person.

personal headcanon: margo was actually the one who suggested putting milo in guitar instead of drums which was oliver’s suggestion.

faceclaim: jordan connor

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: male

general appearance: unkempt short curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, 6’0”, a small birthmark over his eyelid.

personality: he's responsible and stable. of course he's also tolerant, orderly and creative, but they're far less prominent, especially compared to impulses of being disruptive as well. grayson has plenty of less favorable characteristics too. his shallowness and childish nature tend to get in the way, much to the annoyance of others.

special talents: painting! it’s his biggest passion and he’ll probably end up opening a museum or going to art school

who they like better: oliver, literally will bug margo 25/8 asking when daddy is going to come home and always has to be wherever oliver is.

who they take after more: opposite of his brother all of margo’s positive traits, with a majority of oliver’s negative ones. contrasting with his brother he acts more of a mix of both his parents.

personal headcanon: his love of painting go to the point where oliver and margo literally had to give him his own room in the house to paint, so he could store all his art supplies and easels and such

faceclaim: gavin leatherwood

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: female

general appearance: shoulder length chestnut brown hair, light brown eyes, 5’ 3”, & freckles covering her face.

personality: she's friendly and playful. of course she's also rational, enthusiastic and exciting, but these are in a way balanced by being pompous as well. of course gen has plenty of lesser desired aspects too. her negativity and intolerance pose plenty of problems, though more on a personal level than for others. fortunately her playfulness helps lighten the blows and moods when needed.

special talents: baking! something that she’s really passionate about, probably idolizes mary berry, and is frequently found in the kitchen

who they like better: both, she’s an angel child who could literally never pick between her parents.

who they take after more: appearance wise, neither of them kinda looks like her grandmother. personality wise margo to a T, they tend to not see eye to eye because of this but love each other first and foremost.

personal headcanon: when margo was pregnant with gen, oliver would read her the same bedtime story, and now anytime she has a nightmare she asks oliver to read her the same story.

faceclaim: kaylee bryant

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: female

general appearance: curly brown hair, light brown eyes verging on being hazel, 5′5″, & a slight dimple if she smiles hard enough

personality: she's discreet and outspoken. of course she's also resourceful, curious and incisive, but that’s far less prominent, especially compared to impulses of being vindictive as well. of course sanaa has a range of flaws to deal with too. her aggression and argumentativeness sour the mood many a time and just affect all around negatively.

special talents: dancing! specifically ballet and jazz, she’s extremely graceful and takes dancing extremely seriously

who they like better: both, but if you ask her she would say neither of them because she’s fiercely independent and has the ‘i don’t need anyone’ mindset

who they take after more: appearance wise, she takes after her birth mother who she’s no longer in contact with. personality wise, she’s definitely her own person, doesn’t take after margo or oliver, nor does she let her siblings affect who she is.

personal headcanon: because of her talent for dancing and ballet, she worked her way towards a soloist for the new york city ballet.

faceclaim: zendaya

𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: male

general appearance: short tight curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5′10″, a birthmark on his hand, & a small scar behind his ear from when karoline scratched him

personality: he's focused and decisive. of course he's also punctual, open and curious, but those are often overshadowed by tendencies of being thoughtless as well. of course asani has plenty of character faults too. his unfriendliness and pretentiousness are far from ideal, much to the annoyance of others.

special talents: film making! extremely talented, had an obsession with directing and films when he was younger, lowkey a pretentious asshole, but he pulls it off

who they like better: margo, because she tends to be more honest with her criticism of his films, but also because he models a lot of himself after her.

who they take after more: appearance wise, he takes after his paternal grandfather who he’s still in contact with. personality wise, he tends to take after both margo and oliver, because honestly just desperate to make both his parents proud.

personal headcanon: he has been in a bunch of different film festivals, and even though oliver has offered to help pay for actors, he uses his siblings and friends as acors instead

faceclaim: chance perdomo

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: female

general appearance: shoulder length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, 5′6″, & a small scar on her nose from a fight with sanaa

personality: she's outspoken and gracious. of course she's also witty, persuasive and innovative, but they're often slightly tainted by a mindset of being argumentative as well. of course karoline has plenty of lesser desired aspects too. her dishonesty and conceited nature cause plenty of grievances on often personal levels.

special talents: ice skating! ever since margo and oliver took the family to go ice skating once, they enrolled her in classes, and she’s been sharpening her skills ever since

who they like better: oliver, but that’s only because she’s tends to get in a lot of trouble with margo, and he is very lax with her discipline, and let’s her get away with more

who they take after more: appearance wise, her biological father who she is in contact with. personality wise, she takes after the friends she’s made along the way, def a popular kid who was naive and vulnerable at one point.

personal headcanon: her first time ever trying to achieve a stunt that only few in the ice skating world have pulled off she fell and nearly sliced her palm open

faceclaim: madeleine madden

𝐙𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: male

general appearance: unkempt curly hair with shaven sides, dark brown eyes, 5′8″, & small moles covering his face

personality: he's reflective and sympathetic. of course he's also decisive, fun-loving and charismatic, but they're less prominent and often intertwined with being hostile as well. of course zahura has a fair share of lesser days too. his irrational nature and pretentiousness cause plenty of grievances, much to the annoyance of others.

special talents: photography! especially travel photos and action shots, loves diving off a cliff to get that perfect picture, definitely an adrenaline junkie

who they like better: both, he hangs out with both of his parents just as much, and thinks that they’re both equally lame, but loves them regardless

who they take after more: appearance wise he takes after his biological mother who he’s no longer in contact with. personality wise however he is basically an amalgamation of all of his siblings positive and negative traits.

personal headcanon: originally got into photography because the girl he had a crush on was enrolled in the class, and he thought why not, but it became his passion

faceclaim: mena massoud

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

gender: female

general appearance: long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that become lighter in the sun, 5′2″, & a big birthmark on her shoulder

personality: she's gracious and organized. of course she's also innovative, empathetic and sharing, but in a way they're lesser traits and tainted by behaviors of being insincere as well. of course linh has plenty of rainy days too. her extreme nature and demanding nature aren't exactly fun to deal with and just affect all around negatively.

special talents: theater! started with behind the scenes stuff like makeup and costume design, but that wasn’t enough! she wanted the spotlight! and she got it!

who they like better: both, she get an earful from both of them about theatre tips and what to do during an audition, but also she’s babie and they lowkey spoil her

who they take after more: appearance wise, her biological mother who she’s no longer in contact with. personality wise, you would think she takes after her siblings or her parents, but she’s very much her own person with hints of her family throughout

personal headcanon: her first ‘big break’ was a high school theatre production of beauty and the beast, where she played belle, shocked both ollie and margo with her talent on stage

faceclaim: jessica vu

#this don't really have a tag #but if i think of one #i'll come back to this #lia's favorites are milo & linh #my favorites are gen & zahura #please still love me <3 i know the edit is ugli

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