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sirladysketch · 1 year

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SVSSS Fic Recs for Friends

Putting the links and a brief description below the cut to avoid clogging the feed. I'll come back and update this as I find more/have time to find and add them in . ^_^

A Child Once by Tossawary - Teen+, Moshang, Bingqiu

Shang Qinghua is cursed to become a child again, with no memory of Mobei-Jun or of his life in this world, and many long-held secrets come tumbling out for both transmigrators.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart by Zizzani - Teen+, Moshang, bg Bingqiu

Shang Qinghua and Mobei-jun have their spiritual powers sealed before getting dumped in a white-out snowstorm. Mobei-jun quickly learns that humans are far more susceptible to the cold than he thought.

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless - M, Bingqiu

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

When I Speak, Will You Listen? by ForgottenVice - T+, Bingqiu

To speak things into existence was a talent only those who cultivated were able to do. [....] Shen Yuan been too young to use words of power, so they had taken his away

AN IDIOT'S GUIDE TO A HAPPY MARRIAGE by tagteamme - E, Moshang, bg Bingqiu

Modern AU - In order to pay off a debt that's not his, Shang Qinghua agrees to marry a man that's as cold and unyielding as he is stupidly rich.

Icing the Cherry by minhyukwithagun (deadlylampshades) E, Moshang, bg Binqiu

PWP In which SQH desperately wants to get laid, haha.

Wife Swap by LuckyLuoc - E, LB/SQQ, MBJ/SQH, LB/SQH, MBJ/SQQ

In which Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe fall into another wife plot and swap bodies, much to Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu's distress.

so you have a bad day by tagteamme - E, Moshang, bg Bingqiu

Shang Qinghua is not stupid.

It does not take a genius to know what it means when you ask a servant where your lord has left to and they readily supply the name of an exclusive brothel in between the two realms. Especially when it's after your utterly disastrous first time together.

So he goes away for a bit to clear his head. And promptly gets kidnapped.

you still eat away at me by martyrsdaughter - T, Moshang, bg Bingqiu

Eleven years after losing touch with his former boarding school roommate, Shang Qinghua encounters him in a bar, all grown up and in need of his help.

He's a simple man. From the moment he said yes, he should have known he didn't stand a chance.

That's NOT A REAL TROPE you Hack Author! by Boom_After_Dark (Boomchick) - E, Moshang, Bingqiu

So. It turns out that Shang Qinghua was taking commissions on the side to write fanfiction of his own novel. Truly, his shamelessness knows no bounds, ect., ect., what else is new?! The problem is, now the System has found those stories, and shoved them in the middle of Shen Qingqiu's Happy Ever After!

We are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie - T, Bingqui, Shen Yuan & Shen Qingqui

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords.

Cold Brew by Neyasochi - E, Moshang, side Bingqiu

Modern AU, unfinished - Shang Qinghua works a day job that doesn't quite pay the bills and churns out several popular web novels for supplemental income; somewhere along the way, his quiet crush on a very cool, very intimidating customer begins to seep into his works.

Or, the one where Shang Qinghua unwittingly starts basing several of his side characters and romantic interests on Mobei Jun.

Living With a Tiger by x_los - E, Bingqiu

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

A Deer in Headlights by NeonCandies - E, Mobei/Shang Q./ Original Luo Binghe

Mythology AU, In progress - SQH transmigrates into a mythical creature that happens to have exactly what Luo Binghe needs to counterbalance the effects of Xin Mo. Threesome ensues, lol

Spill the Tea by tabulaxrasa - E, Bingqiu, bg Moshang

Shen Qingqiu has learned his lesson and had enough of misunderstandings and miscommunications. He would actually like nothing better than to tell Binghe who he is, really, and where he comes from-- all of it. In fact, he's been trying for years. But every time he tries, he's still blocked by the System.

So... maybe it's time to shut down the System.

He Was Made For Untidy Rooms and Rumpled Beds by Bluethursday - E, Bingqui Shen Qingqiu kind of, sort of, does not have the same modesty standards as a xianxia novel set in some form of Ancient China? He also hates the heat, who knew right?

Bend, So I Don't Break by Camorra - T, Bingqiu

After escaping the Abyss, Binghe uses an artifact to sneak back onto the peak to see how his Shizun fares.

Idle Dream // 闲梦 by tarkus -- M, Moshang, side Bingqiu

the one where Shang Qinghua dreams, and Mobei Jun yearns

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House by VeryCharismaticDragon - T, Bingqiu

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

since you could endure my bitter cold by hanxues - T, Moshang, bg Bingqui

Shang Qinghua is tasked to stay by Mobei-Jun's side until his memories return. The twist? He technically does not own the memories that the Cryo Archon wants from him.

The Shang Qinghua Effect by Yuu_chi - E, Moshang, side Bingqiu

Shang Qinghua knows better than anybody that he doesn’t get a second look so long as Shen Yuan is around.

Shadows can bleed by SenZen_Travers - E, original LBH/original SQQ

Set after Original!Luo Binghe's visit to Shen Yuan's timeline.

Shen Qingqiu owes everything to Luo Binghe, and Luo Binghe is determined to get it all. When he resurrects his master, it's to make him into the kind Shizun he saw in another world, the one who loved this meek version of himself.

Of course, Shen Qingqiu isn't that sweet - nor that harmless.

every star in the sky by haysel - T, Moshang, bg Bingqui

Shang Qinghua doesn't have a romantic soulmate. He meets Mobei Jun. He doesn't have one either.

The Most Ordinary Flower of Cang Qiong by isianobasho - E, Moshang

Shang Qinghua is an unpopular prostitute in an upscale brothel. His dreary everyday becomes much more interesting with an arrival of a demanding but so very handsome customer, that favors him exclusively.

Stepping Up by Tossawary - M, Moshang

Shang Qinghua accidentally brings Luo Binghe in as a disciple of An Ding Peak instead of Qing Jing Peak. Thankfully, there don't seem to be any requirements that he step up and become the new villainous mentor figure, so he decides to ignore the problem until further notice. Luo Binghe looking up to him is a dangerous sign. But as long as he keeps young Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun away from each other, everything should be fine, right?

To Conquer an Emperor by zarasu - E, Bingqiu

(ongoing) Transmigrating into the stallion novel he hates most is bad enough, but why did it have to be into the body of one of the protagonist's wives? Shen Yuan spends exactly two months dealing with harem intrigues, sullen maids and his husband utterly ignoring him before he decides to go on an extended holiday. Very extended. Surely no one will care if he just forgets about being married and becomes a cultivator, right? …Right?

fuel the embers with the flames of your soul by MissParasol - M, Bingqiu

(Abandoned?) Trapped in Huan Hua’s Water Prison, Shen Yuan’s illness from his previous life relapses.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP - M, Bingqui

(Ongoing) Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want! ... (Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

The Moon's Beloved Shadow by mofumofu - E, Binqui, XueJiu

Shen Qingqiu is a man who hides his twin brother from the world with the ferocity of a phoenix-eyed mother crane.

Shen Yuan is a helpless transmigrator who wishes Airplane-bro had given even a single bit of backstory for this side character he's inhabiting!

Luo Binghe isn't doomed to face the Endless Abyss, but he is forced to confront something infinitely more frustrating: an overly protective brother.

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Entirely Out of Spite by Bgtea - Teen+, Zhongchili

(Technically not SVSSS but very much inspired by it)

SVSSS inspired Genshin fic where the main character, Ajax, wakes up in the body of the scum villain Tartaglia and he has to figure out how to not die a gruesome death.

#SVSSS #fic recs #It's not a series I rec to everyone but I know a bunch of friends who would dig it #scum villian self saving system #moshang #bingqiu

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Here's a look that's close to the absolute kept on bothering to try and do the floor was living with Sarah which is John remillard and it's close to hit John remillard's look too

Zues Hera

It's supposed to be in court at 1:30 p.m. in punta Gorda and you're going to be in Washington DC so thereby default you lose the case it says it right here you failed to show because you escape prison these are guilty and it doesn't mean that it means that you escape prison and we're going to know about it that's what it means stupid everybody will know stupid and that's why it's important to you but you sit there battling the stupid s*** saying we fell for it and you're horrible I can assist people believe it who know the law and our friend who knows the law you don't automatically win or lose because you show up or not in criminal Court that's civil court buddy you got them confused and he's got you dead to rights on tons of stuff we're mailing him a letter soon about your trial it was going to call him as a witness and he doesn't care that much cuz he's already been in there and out and in and out without facility unscathed by your idiots and not captured by ours and subtracting tons of foreigners and they're going to be here shortly unfortunately because of you and your idiots cuz he said what do you think is showing people and you got the answer wrong a whole bunch of times if Sarah came by and she said what it shows is we really don't have a democracy and it's by force it's a good thing for us really but with you it's bad cuz you insist on being the a****** in charge for some reason you're like on their side of stuff when they're the ones killing you and abusing you it's the most pitiful thing I found out about you it's absolutely true and I found out from him not my money back and I want my stuff back and I want back today from you so you got really mad turns around since you in space she wants her stuff back what should I do kill yourself and she'll get the proceeds otherwise stop calling me cuz I'm just going to take your stuff like an animal he started laughing he said it again and we said we don't want to hear from you how you understand it and then you go off not understanding it seconds later and he started talking that smack like John remillard and he started yapping is funny your John remillard character which is right next door to him and s*** head across the street by the way that's part of it was trying to take over his apartment like the White House I said you're a waste of time he says you have some sort of babies praying in your head brain in your head it's like a baby's brain now you want to be Randall text Cobb and run a business cuz you look like him and we started saying this there's a lot of examples but this proud boy one is much much stronger, you live next door Mac continues and you're harassing the living s*** out of someone you shouldn't harass at all you're telling him stuff that's illegal to tell him and your treason is to our race and kind that's what you're in trial for in both cases well you don't know is you hit a Mac in the face and it's symbolic now we're going after you for your ass code tonight everyday, we kill you and you decided to make it worse by sitting there in court openly and physically ratting on yourself as if someone's going to come save you because you're this over stuffed asinine pig telling people on yourself BJ said he's forced to silence you and so did BG and others including Sarah they kept saying it this a****** won't shut his damn mouth about anything he thinks he's some sort of superb Rider he's a jackass so he went ahead and we cut off your money and you're feeling it shortly and we cut off your credit cards and we're cutting off other things of yours and you don't notice it yet but you will after the trial the hearing is one thing and that's to see if we go to trial it's been decided already we're going to trial you don't think so tell you what I'm going to publish now cuz he says I'm postponing it and you people are doing it around me

Mac daddy mostly

We're up above

Hera Zues

We're up at the top part two this is a revelation as to who John remillard is

Thor Freya

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fandomscombine · 3 years

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Heartbroken Wingwoman

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Angst. Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) [Or maybe more, if anyone is interested for a part 2]

WC:1383

a/n: We weren’t given names of Cedric’s friends so let’s pretend that one of them is called Lucas okay? Good!

I wanted to get all the angst fics out of the way before I post fluff pieces for the holidays.

Plus it is my first Cedric fic so feedback is really appreciated.

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

Seeing him pursue another girl hurt.

Let alone helping him pursue said girl.

That’s right you are helping your best friend ask out one of the most popular girls in Hogwarts, Cho Chang.

You didn’t want to be in this situation. (Who in their right mind would?) But if it means spending more time with him, you would again and again.

Cause who would fall for their childhood best friend who already have pictures and memories of each other in their diapers. (Oh right you would!) Sure, this situation you got yourself isn’t ideal. You had seriously thought it was you Cedric was referring to, but alas it was not.

At least in this way, when coming up with romantic ideas to woo Cho, you would pretend that he was doing them to you.

You were once again silently scolding yourself for going through this agreement. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree truck, pleading for the voice inside your head to shut up.

Peace and quiet only lasted for a moment. A thump had cut through your relaxation and the next think you knew, a weight could be felt in your lap.

Opening your eyes, ready to unleash your irritation on whoever disturbed you. ‘WHO THE FUCK DARES-‘ Oh boy, here we go again. The very problem you were trying to forget was now laying face up, directing his brilliant award-winning smile at you- everything seem to melt away, you could spend forever just having him stare back at you lovingly and that wouldn’t be even enough. Stupid Cedric Diggory and his ability to make you forget about everything.

Cedric was saying something, but whatever that may be, sounds like cotton. If was as if the rest of the world is in a distorted underwater chamber when you were gazing into his eyes ‘shesaidyes,y/n! Cho-‘

And just like that with one word, the spell is broken. You were cut off your dreamlike state, sent back into the painful reality.

‘hmmm? Sorry what?’

‘I said.’ Cedric rolled his eyes. But even your inattentiveness, did not put him off his cheery mood. In fact, Cedric was more than happy to say the words out loud again. ‘Cho said yes!! She’s gonna be my date to the Yule ball!’

‘That’s… great ced…. really great..’ You tried to mask your pain. Unfortunately, the deliver was no great and you’ve only manged to pull yourself together to give a crooked smile.

‘Wait there’s more!! We’re officially together!’ Fortunately, Cedric was too busy being head over heels for Cho, had failed to notice your odd reactions.

‘Seriously y/n you’re a life saver!’ Cedric kissed your cheek. ‘With all this love advice, I can’t believe how in the whole are you still single?!’ He was baffled by this conundrum. ‘You sure you don’t fancy anyone?’

‘Oh believe me he doesn’t see me that way.’

‘Well his lost then, to not see such a wonderful beautiful woman.’

How this boy ruins you, without realising that his efforts to cheer you up is bringing up down.

‘Oh and by the way, how you got someone to take you to the dance?’

‘No why?’ You run your fingers through the grass, praying that he would get the hint that a date to the yule ball is the last thing on your mind.

‘Perhaps I could set you up with someone, you know as to pay you back for all you’ve down for me.’ Cedric adjusted his seating so that now you were shoulder to shoulder. ‘I bet by now you’re tired to be pretending to be interested in me just so I could practice asking Cho out! Oh I know I’ll ask Lu—'

Immediately your hand covers his mouth. ‘NO!!! No!!! I would rather go alone or with a group of friends

Taking your hand away he asks ‘What why? Why what’s wrong with Lucas?’

You sighed. ‘He’s a really sweet guy Ced, but he’s just not my type—A FACT I told me like a billion times already, yet he still tries.’ Poking at his shoulder to further drive the point home.

Arms up in surrender, Cedric concedes. ‘This guy you like, must really got your heart then does he?’

‘Yeahh..’ Gosh how this by be the kindest and caring human being ever yet fails to see that he is hurting his best friend. ‘Anyway, I have to go…I’m gonna be late for Divination!’ Gathering your things, you ran as fast as you can before tears fall from your face.

Leaving behind a boy not only an oblivious state but also in a confused one mumbling to himself. ‘But you don’t take Divination.’

In your haste to escape what would have been embarrassing scene with Cedric, you hadn’t released that you were headed towards some in maximum velocity.

Coincidentally, that said person also had their mind elsewhere and hadn’t been looking at where they were going.

Resulting in both of you to fall over.

‘Owww!’ You clutch your forehead, already feeling a bump forming. Though as you left go, you were surprised to see your palm bloody. ‘fuc--’

‘OH MY GOSH Y/N!!!’ The string of swear words about to leave your mouth was cut off by the one and only Harry Potter. ‘I AM SO SORRY!!!! HERE LET ME FIX IT…’

Dropping his broom aside, he directed his wand at you. ‘Episkey’ You could feel the healing spell doing its work, the warm sensation no doubt be the cut on your head closing.

‘There you go! Good as new!’ Harry exclaimed, wiping away the blood off your forehead. He noticed your tear stains, but he thought that it was caused by the collision and bit by having your heartbroken. Nevertheless, he tried to lighten the mood by joking. ‘No need to worry about a scar.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did this boy really make a reference to himself?

Harry held out his hand to pull you up. ‘Thanks... for the patch up, though it is your fault. You did hit me with your broom.’

‘Yeah sorry about that….again.’

‘Why do you even have your broom with you? Isn’t Quidditch cancelled this year because of the Triwizard Tournament?’

‘well yea, but I thought I take it out for a ride to clear my head.’ He replied truthfully.

‘The tasks getting you in a snag then?’ You gotta hand it to him to still be working on figuring out what the second task is even Cedric had stopped. Everyone’s focused on the topic of dates or so you thought.

‘Dates actually.’

‘Dates?’

‘Yea… Don’t make fun of me but I haven’t gotten a date yet. Well you see I did went and asked Cho but turns out she’s going with-‘

‘Cedric.’

‘-Cedric yea.. How’d you know?’

Seeing that he had confessed about being rejected by Cho, you thought it was only fair to tell him your truth too.

‘I kinda was hoping he’d asked me really, but what ended up happening was me helping him ask her out.’

‘wow…..that’s gotta hurt y/n…..sorry!! That was insentive.’

‘Nah it’s fine, I’m getting used to rejection anyway.’

As you rounded the corner, out of his sight. Harry had came up with a brilliant idea.

‘Y/n! Y/n wait up!’

When he reached you, he through caution in the wind- what more can he lose? This close to the yule ball, almost everyone is paired up. Harry would rather go with someone he knew and was comfortable with, then some stranger just to satisfy the requirement of each champion needing a date.

‘I just had an idea, you don’t have to agree but since every champion requires a date.’

Your brows arch at the statement.

‘yes I know, it’s compulsory. I swear. But I just thought being that both the people we wanted to go with are each other’s dates, I was wondering that maybe…why don’t we go together…. To the yule ball…Be each other’s dates to the yule ball?’

‘hmmmmm.’ You weighed out his proposition. ‘yea..yea! Why should we let a good party go to waste just because of them?!?’

‘Brilliant!’ Harry was smiling, Proud that for once in the past 3 weeks, he didn’t choke while asking a girl out. ‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm outside the y/h/h common room.’

If the reception for this is well, I might do a part 2. tbh currenty I have 3 possibe endings, but still can’t choose wish. so comment which you’d like to see!

Can be with multiple ending.

1. You/cedric, Cho/harry

2. You/harry, Cho/cedric

3. Cho/cedric. More Angst, remains platonic, you/harry both heartbroken.

Taglist [All/General]: @gruffle1

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #cho chang #fandomscombine writes #cedric diggory angst #cedric diggory imagines

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lesless · 4 years

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It has been a while since I did a good ol fashioned ramble hmmmm? hello internet. Things are pretty chill on my end, I have a lot of fun with the roomie & BF & working remotely is honestly nice. There’s a little here n there left to do on settling into the house, like hanging pictures & rearranging the shed. My roomie has a lot to unpack but isn’t in a particular hurry. He’s been inspired by the organizing I think & has tackled his mail & other things. It’s hard work so I’m proud! Babe has been whipping up some spectacular food. He��s kept busy with his own projects which are always fruitful. We ate pineapple today & soaked some tequila & vodka in the leftovers for infused drinks we will enjoy in ~10 days. We have had a lot of fun together, laughing up a storm at stupid shit.

I’ve video chatted or texted with so many friends I adore. Jenny, Ryoko, Krystal, Barb, Roxie, Rich, Julian, Gma, uncle Kent, man’s mom, etc. it’s good to stay connected. Everyone is well if not a bit bored. Everyone has their own little rituals to stay sane. I started doing my hair & wearing jeans during the week to feel a bit more normal. I’ve done a lot of drawing & writing, aside from organizing the casa.

There’s a lot going on in the bg right now. Some trauma surfaced & paperwork filed on my dads side of the family. I hope the fucker burns. The man in question always made me uncomfortable & called me a slut the first time I wore a dress, to prom. He is an unquestionable monster. On my moms side of things, family suing family. People who should see justice are being called out. I can’t get in touch with my mom aside from a text back, but that’s pretty normal. My dad made me the coffee table, & that’s more connection than we’ve had for most of my life so far. So I’m grateful. I’ve lived a very independent existence from my parents, but I’m trying & I think they are, too. They’re trying as best they can, I think.

My bfs parents are stuck in Asia somewhere, but seem to be making the most of it. Our DnD group might be down a few, as one member feels uncomfortable speaking their 3rd(?) language to play, & the other wants more strict adherence to rules. It’s whatever. My cousins character died during the last round which was a bummer. It happens.

All around, things are as well as I could hope for & im grateful. I’m getting better at multitasking, having to work around people. I think it’s a really good thing. Lana is happy that we are home all the time & is snoring away. The roomie loves her & it makes me smile. Babe made us popcorn which is dog drugs & she was stoked. Terry the lizard is indifferent & about to shed. Had a bit of a fever today but it has passed & we had some wine & binged Ozark. I reorganized new markers from Julian & smooched my man. Overall, content.

#me

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chinatea · 6 years

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Tattoo/Baby G, Ian/Baby G (endgame), interactive ABO au.

(I’ve kept all world-building notes intact, as well.)

No one aside from the immediate family knows that Baby G has a 10 year old alpha son he gave birth to at the tender age of sixteen.

--- Who is the daddy? --- (Tattoo)

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And Baby G likes to keep it that way.

It’s not something he’s proud of anyway. Not the baby part, per se, but the stupid sixteen year old part in him that thought he could toy around with the Jeons’ very own menace - Junghwan, the second brother, better known as Tattoo - and escape unscathed.

They’d warned him about it - some scents just mix better than others. Some scents can give you a whiplash, less so with the dominant types, of course. And that was probably the only part of the talk that lodged itself deep inside Baby G’s teenage brain.

Dominant omegas are immune to the cravings of the body.

(They are not.)

The way Junghwan looked at him - the devouring alpha gaze - left him tingling in all the right ways and dripping slick. It wasn’t long before Baby G found himself sprawled down inside the alpha’s car, Junghwan ramming into him with the insatiable ferocity only dominant alphas are capable of.

Little by little, Baby G’s mind was gone, the need to mate taking over his senses completely, if only Junghwan was faring any better. Still, the man was lucid enough to not sink his teeth into the omega’s neck, sealing a bond.

(As Baby G begged him to.)

That night was only the first in the many more to follow - they’d been dallying for a few months before Baby found out he was utterly and irrevocably pregnant.

(Without a freaking heat.)

--- Does Baby G tell Tattoo about the baby? --- (Yes)

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By then, abortion was out of the question.

Four months into his pregnancy, he still naively believed he was just getting fat - from all the snickerdoodles he’d been munching on at night. How did he not know he was pregnant?

(Stupid, stupid, stupid.)

Right, he didn’t know because omegas are not supposed to get knocked up outside of a heat - the chances for male omegas are just minuscule. Unless you’re screwing a Jeon, of course, who are notorious for getting people pregnant just by sneezing at them.

Right.

Junghwan.

Baby G decided to not be a drama queen about it and tell him - still infinitely better than fessing up to his family. The shit storm that would follow. He was supposed to be the smart one - to lead their clan into the glorious future dominated by omegas - not get stupid pregnant with Junghwan’s baby, the alpha who’d probably plowed through half of the city’s omega population before he even turned sixteen.

It was not like they were ever exclusive. Just horny. Plenty horny.

(Even thinking about how horny they were made him horny. Stupid pregnant hormones.)

Next time he saw Junghwan, Baby G fucked him before he told him. Who knew how the alpha would react - would he bolt or would he bolt? Baby G was well on his way to becoming a parent now, he needed to put his needs first - and his needs as of late mostly cycled through sweet cravings and dick cravings, keeling over a bit toward the dick.

(Oh god, he hoped Junghwan wouldn’t bolt. He needed his dick so much right now.)

--- What Tattoo’s reaction is going to be? --- (Accept the child.)

(AN: Also, I imagine that as much BG doesn’t want kids, out of all JMs, he’d have the easiest pregnancy and next to no nasty symptoms like nausea, etc.)

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“You know… I haven’t been seeing anyone else since we started doing it.”

Junghwan was tracing his hand over Baby G’s stomach, still a mini bump, easily mistaken for a layer of extra pudge. As if Baby G would ever allow such a thing to happen, right.

“Is that a confession, Mr. Jeon?”

Baby G purred, still high on the endorphins from his orgasm - they made love again after Baby G told him the news, after Junghwan embraced him and told him it was going to be okay.

“Maybe.”

The alpha kissed him, full of emotion. Of need. And Baby G’s heart fluttered in return. Gosh, they were going to have a baby. The thought scared him as much it enthused him.

“Have you told anyone else?"

Baby G shook his head. "I guess I’ll have to, eventually.”

He shuddered thinking of the Park elder with his deeper than life eyes that always reminded him of big glossy blackberries. At least, blackberries were sweet. There was nothing sweet about the Park elder being miffed at him.

The house arrest could be the least of his problems.

“Or we could leave,” Junghwan said. It didn’t sound like a question. More like a plan of action.

“You’re actually serious, aren’t you?” Baby G lifted himself off Junghwan’s chest to search his eyes for any signs of jesting. “Are you crazy? Leave to where? Last time I checked we were minors with no means to support ourselves, let alone a baby.“

Junghwan smiled at his little tantrum, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Baby G`s ear, looking absolutely smitten while doing so, too.

"I know my family, sweetness. Once they sniff out the truth, they’ll descend like vultures on your clan. I might be a pariah, but the alpha pup is still a Jeon. They’ll do anything to take him away.”

“Why are you so sure it’s going to be an alpha?”

Junghwan let out a breathy chortle.

“Have you ever looked at our family tree? Jeons sire nothing else.”

Baby G pouted, resting his head back on the alpha`s chest and snuggling close.

“The baby is a Park. I don’t care what your family has to say.”

“Or it could be just ours, yours and mine. I have friends who’ll help us tide over the rough times. I’ll be there for you every step of the way. I promise. Just…” Junghwan leaned to press a chaste kiss against his temple. “Think about it, okay?”

--- Does Baby G run away with Tattoo? --- (Yes.)

~~~

Living on the run with the alpha he loves is a whirlpool.

At first, he was apprehensive of the whole thing, second-guessing himself million times per day. And every time he was about to call it quits and turn around, Junghwan would hold him through it, scenting him and giving him the courage to stay.

Day by day, those thoughts vanished like morning dew in the sun. He felt free and daring and adventurous.

He found himself enjoying their new on-the-road lifestyle, his life back at the Parks mansion nothing but stifling and dull in comparison. Hunkered down over books, always studying, studying, studying. Then, sneaking out to party the night away.

(He was not sure he could go back to partying without Junghwan now, even if he wasn’t pregnant.)

Here, they had their van Junghwan rented from a friend. He and his friends seemed pretty tight, like a family. Baby G had never been close with his friends like that. They leaned on each other. They cared. They took Baby G in without question, because they loved Junghwan and by extension they loved Baby G, too.

At first glance, everything seemed to pan out nicely for them.

Every morning Baby G would wake up in his alpha’s arms with no schedule for the day. He could do absolutely everything he wanted. And he mostly did nothing, aside from being pregnant, of course. That’s something. And that something had grown so big and round Baby G found himself toddling around rather than walking. Even the most mundane things started to seem like a challenge.

Little by little, the magic dust in his eyes, of novelty and wonder, started to wear off. And unwittingly, he clung to Junghwan for comfort.

“I want your mark,” he said, panting a little after their lovemaking. He laid on his side, spent and blissful, cradling his protruding stomach.

Junghwan’s arm covered his as he nuzzled up his neck, inhaling his scent with a satisfied groan.

“Are you sure, sweetness?”

--- Does Tattoo mark Baby G? --- (Yes.)

~~~

Baby G examined himself in the mirror, hands worrying the skin around his mark, healed off by now. It’s been only a month since they’d mated, but it might as well have been a lifetime ago.

In that lifetime, Baby G naively believed that mating his lover would be an answer to all of his insecurities, solving all of his problems for him.

He knew better now.

He loved Junghwan, more than anything, but even love was not enough to distract him from the bitter reality. He missed his family, his brothers and friends at school, even his private dance teacher who would be a crotchety little hag about every misstep he took.

He missed the comforts of life he had taken for granted. The confidence he felt, having the strength of all his clan backing him up. He never was alone. And here, miles away from civilization, in this tribal community created by the people who broke away from the society, he was his most loneliest and scared self.

They didn’t even have proper doctors here, only a self-taught midwife to help him through the delivery.

(What if he was going to die while giving birth? Bleed out in excruciating pain with no one around to help him. And that would be it - the end of his life. A stupid life of a stupid omega murdered by his own offspring.)

Thoughts like that kept him up at night, paralyzing him with fear. He deserved better than that - he was the eldest fucking Park, the dominant omega and the king of his destiny, not this little scared thing clinging to his mate for protection.

(He wanted to go home.)

Baby G pulled the throw blanket tighter around his shoulders - the nights had been getting so much colder now with the winter almost at their doorstep. With a tired sigh, he tottered back to his mate snuggled under the old musty duvet on their bed that smelled like fresh pines.

(More than anything he hated being poor. Surviving off the community’s hand-outs.)

“I love you, baby,“ he whispered, curling into his mate - a tiny sob spilling into the dark. “But I hate this.“

--- Do they break up on good or bad terms? --- (Bad terms.)

(AN: Marks are not permanent in this world and can wear off in time if the other mate is not physically present to “refresh” it, like if they died or are estranged.)

(Old marks also can be overpowered by a new fresher mark from a different person of the same or more dominant status.)

~~~

Baby G was nodding off on the bench in an empty bus stop, hugging his stomach, when two cars pulled over.

The door of the first car opened as a man stepped out, dressed in black from head to toe. Even if Baby G had never seen him in person before, there was no mistaking it - it was Ian Jeon, the eldest sibling. The resemblance with Junghwan so striking, it stirred something bitter in Baby G as the memories of past days resurfaced in his mind.

He thought that Junghwan would understand - swallow his stupid pride and come back with him, the two of them starting a family with their clans at their sides and everything that their alliance would have to offer.

Apparently, he was wrong. Apparently, Tattoo would rather waste his life and his potential with those hippie junkies back in the mountains - the ones he called his…chosen…family - than be with his mate and his child. Baby G had never been more devastated in his life - the feeling burned like a harsh slap on the cheek. It was all just a stupid little escape all along and now he was the only one bearing the consequences.

He didn’t even know if his clan would accept him back now.

It was Junghwan who contacted Ian and asked him to take Baby G back to his family - reportedly, they talked for hours on the phone, more growls and shouting than actual talking. One last courtesy before a more than chilly farewell. Chilly on Baby G’s part as he straight up snubbed his mate for several days before the community leader drove him to the closest town where Ian were to pick him up.

The leader, the middle-aged omega with crinkles around his eyes, dropped him by the bus stop, gave him a warm loaf of sweet bread and pat on the shoulder before taking off.

Luckily for Baby G, it was too cold to cry, so he didn’t.

“Are you alright?“ Ian shrugged his coat off, draping it around Baby G’s small shivering form. “Do you need medical attention?“

His voice was softer than Junghwan’s, but in a controlled way. One definitely didn’t want to see this man shout.

Baby G gave a small wobbly shake of his chin. His eyes stung in the wind. He wanted to cry.

--- Does Baby G break down in tears in front of Ian? --- (Yes.)

(The ages here are as follows: Baby G - 16, Tattoo - 17, Ian - 22, Seagull - 13, Diminie - 10, Christian - 14.)

~~~

Baby G knew he should hold his tears in. Appearing weak and pitiful in front of a stranger was the last thing he wanted. It was the faint echo of Ian’s scent that did it - the underlying chocolate-y tinge to it that all Jeon brothers must have shared. It reached deep within him and pulled at his heartstrings - he needed his mate by his side.

He didn’t even occurred to him that he was crying until his vision got blurry, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Ian, caught off-guard, muttered a curse under his breath as he scrambled to put his arms around Baby G, all awkward, like he was holding a ticking bomb ready to go off any second.

Somehow it made Baby G even more upset - he was bawling now, soaking Ian’s expensive-looking shirt with his tears as he threw all caution to the wind and burrowed into his embrace, the warm scent of an alpha, like one burrowed under the bed sheets after a long exhausting day.

“Let’s get you into the car, pup,” Ian said after Baby G quietened down a little. “It’s too cold out here.”

Ian kept his hold around Baby G, helping him into the backseat of his car, mindful of his condition, and shutting the door close.

The warmth inside felt like bliss and for a long moment, Baby G just sat there, listless, eyes drooped closed and nose buried into the collar of Ian’s coat.

“There is food in the bags next to you, if you’re hungry,” Ian said as he slid into the front seat, starting the engine. His eyes watched Baby G in the rear view mirror. “Mostly deli. All organic, of course. I didn’t know what you like, so there is a bit of everything.”

Baby G poked around the two take-away bags filled to the brims, settling on a simple green pasta salad. He hadn’t had a pasta salad in a million years, it felt like. The food back in the community wasn’t bad, per se, the people there were mindful of what they ate, but it lacked variety, for sure, especially in winter. Baby G would die a happy person if he didn’t have to eat mashed potatoes ever again.

“Are you taking any medication?” Ian asked as Baby G dug into his salad with more enthusiasm than he intended to show.

“Not really.”

“Not even vitamins? Prenatal supplements?”

Baby G gave a vague shrug, getting uncomfortable with all this questioning.

“Let me get this clear,” Ian continued in that controlled tone of his that seemed to belie growing annoyance. “Am I right in understanding that your pregnancy has been going completely unsupervised by a medical professional ever since you…left with my brother?”

“We had a midwife,“ Baby G murmured weakly, “back there.”

If only the silence that followed could just smother him and put him out of his misery.

Baby G could acutely hear the screechy drag of the leather gloves across the wheel as Ian’s hands tightened around it. Uh-oh.

“I see,” Ian said finally. “You’re very fortunate omega, Park Jiyeon.”

Baby G begged to differ, but he kept it to himself, humming around a forkful of his salad.

“It’s a long way home,” Ian said, then. “So I’d rather we make an overnight stop at one of the motels and have you examined by our family doctor - she came with me in the other car. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

The doctor kept it short and cursory, not much she could do out here without the proper equipment.

“You seem to be in perfect health, but you should see your doctor as soon as possible for further testing,” she announced, a polite smile on her thin lips that just didn’t sit well with Baby G. It could be her alpha scent, too. Having a strange alpha all up in his space made him want to ruffle up and cradle his stomach protectively.

(He didn’t feel the same with Ian, probably because of how similar his and Junghwan’s scents were. It confused his inner omega, a lot.)

He heaved a deep sigh of relief, snuggling on top of the bed covers, as she bid him goodnight and finally left his room, probably to report to Ian about his condition.

The alpha seemed so invested in him, barely a stranger, it was sweet, especially in his heartbroken, vulnerable state. Even if he probably did it because of the pup, not Baby G himself, it still felt nice.

Soon, a knock rapped on the door, snapping him out of his musings.

“I’ve just heard from Dr. Lee,” Ian said, choosing to remain in the doorway. “I’m glad to hear that you’re fine. If you’d like, she could give you a reference to the best hospital in Seoul, but you probably should discuss it with your family first. Let me know if-”

“Ian?” Baby G interrupted him softly. “Are you going to try and take my baby away?”

Ian didn’t say anything for a while, silently studying him from his spot at the door. Baby G absently wondered if he made the alpha angry, catching onto his plan like that.

“Is that what he told you?”

“Are you?”

“We can discuss the custody issue later between our clans,” Ian said. “You should focus on things that are more important right now, like getting good rest before a long drive tomorrow.”

Baby G let out a sad tiny sniffle, shoulders trembling.

“How can I get a good rest when you’re going to take my baby away?”

“No one is going to take your baby, Jiyeon. I promise.”

Baby G barely moved his lips as he whispered,

“Okay.”

He closed his eyes, comforted by the other’s presence in the room. Like this, he could almost imagine that it was Junghwan here, in this bare-bones motel room, ready to get into bed with him, kiss the tender place around his mark and hold him through the night.

“Good night, Jiyeon. I’ll be in the next room, if you need me.“

(But Junghwan always called him ‘’sweetness’, never Jiyeon.)

Panic thrummed through his being at the thought of braving this night in a strange place all alone.

--- Does Baby G ask Ian to stay in the room with him? --- (Yes.)

~~~

Baby G woke up, as he most often did, to the baby moving inside of him.

It was a peaceful baby, overall, happy to stay still throughout the day, except for early mornings when, sadly, Baby G felt his sleepiest - he was not at all a morning person.

With a big tired yawn, he started carefully and slowly lifting himself up, running gentle circles over his belly, lest he feel dizzy. He blinked owlishly as his gaze landed on the alpha napping in the armchair by his bed.

He really did stay throughout the night, huh.

Now, with a clear head, Baby G regretted his silly act last night. He was stronger than that. A big boy with a baby on the way. And now, because of his silliness, Ian would have to drive with a kink in his neck or a stiff back or something like that.

“Ian?” Baby G approached him, touching over the shoulder lightly.

The alpha woke up with a jerk, hand flying to grasp at Baby G’s as a reflex.

“Oh,” he gasped, apologizingly, voice shot from sleep. “I am sorry. Is it time yet?”

“No,” Baby G said. “It’s only 4 in the morning. You should go back to your room, sleep on the bed. I’ll be fine now.”

Ian regarded him for a moment before acquiescing with a curt nod.

“If that’s what you want,” he said as he made his way to the door, leaving Baby G thoroughly flummoxed at his cryptic reply.

(What?)

The ride to his family house seemed endless, with no means of entertainment aside from staring out of the window at the bleak winter scenery.

He tried to engage Ian in a small talk, but it felt stumped and ended in an akward silence. Baby G didn’t blame him. He wouldn’t know what to talk about with an angsty pregnant teenager either.

It was almost a relief to see the familiar sights of their estate. Not for long, though, as anxiety started grinding at his nerves all over again. He sat there frozen, nails digging into his thighs until Ian`s voice snapped him out of it.

“Jiyeon. I’m going to come with you, okay? It’s going to be alright.”

Before Baby G could reply, he saw his father appear at the porch - Park Jiyoon - a silk shawl wrapped around his delicate form. His father was nothing but delicate, pernickety and a huge crybaby even after having three children, and as much as Baby G used to be ashamed of him because of it, there was no one else in this world he missed more than him.

He jostled the door handle open, scrambling out of the car to waddle towards his father, meeting him halfway and falling into his arms.

“My little angel,“ Jiyoon crooned, kissing and nuzzling his messy, wind-swept hair. “My sweet baby. God, I thought I`d never see you again. Never get to hold you in my arms. Jiyeonie, let me look at you, sweetheart.”

Before he could utter a single word, Baby G found himself being turned this way and that as Jiyoon fussed over him, jabbering on and on.

“Baby, you`re so huge already. It was such a shock - you running off with that…no offence, Mr. Jeon, but that`s just…Oh my god, baby, what are you even wearing?”

Jiyoon gasped, clutching at his heart, at last zeroing in on Baby G`s more than modest garb. Back at the community, people believed in function over fashion, but Baby G kept it to himself lest his father faint at the blasphemy.

“Tomorrow, my child, we`re going shopping,” the Park`s patriarch delivered with a firm nod.

“Not now, papa, please,” Baby G said sheepishly, very aware of Ian watching his father squawking like a silly chicken over him.

Ian coughed politely to garner their attention.

“Patriarch Park,” he bowed in greeting.

“Indeed, Mr. Jeon, indeed,” Jiyoon tutted, tucking Baby G back under his arm, slipping into a full-blown protective papa-mode. “I hope you`re fully aware that we Parks consider this an unforgivable affront to our family and our dignity. Prepare for serious repercussions because we won`t just let this matter go until you pay in full for what your outcast did to our baby.”

“Papa, don`t,” Baby whined, tugging at his shawl in frustration.

“I wouldn`t expect anything less,” Ian said, his expression unreadable. “Before any of that, however, I would like to speak to Elder Park, if he would see me today.”

--- Does Baby G stay with his father or comes with Ian to meet Elder Park? --- (He comes with Ian.)

(AN: Parks hierarchy: Elder Park (Jiyoon`s omega father) -> Patriarch Park (Baby G`s omega father) -> Baby G (as the eldest sibling). The Parks are not just a single family, they are a big clan made up of many other Park families. Every family has their own Elder and a Patriarch. The same with the Jeons, only instead of omegas running the show, they`ve got alphas at the top.)

~~~

Baby G loved spending time in the drawing room as a child. It was his happy place. It also was his grandpa’s, Park Jiho, territory as long as he could remember. But he never felt out of sorts here. He never feared his Elder, if anything he had always felt safe, because his grandpa was strong and wise and could protect him from anything.

(Like his father’s larger than life personality. As much as Baby G adored his silly papa, he was too much sometimes, even for him.)

Being back here, with his heart in his mouth, sure made him feel somewhat out of sorts. He couldn’t even look his Elder in the eyes, afraid he’d break into tears again, so he kept his gaze lowered at his knees, palms tucked under his thighs, as they were served tea.

Grandpa loved tea.

If he was too angry with him, they wouldn’t be served tea now, would they? Unless it was because of Ian. Manners over mind, mind over body - Park Jiho’s favorite saying.

“Thank you for taking care of our child and bringing him back home safely,“ Jiho said after taking a sip of his tea.

Unlike Jiyoon, grandpa preffered approaching things in less confrontational fashion. Keeping his composure at all times. Somehow, it made him even more frightening.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Ian said.

“Is that so?“ Jiho hummed.

“What Junghwan did is unacceptable, but he’s still part of our clan, whether he wants to admit it or not, and our clan will take full responsibility over the child and your son, if you’d allow that, of course.”

Jiho nodded in consideration.

“And what is it that I’m supposed to allow, hm?”

“I will accept the baby as my own and your son as my mate,” Ian continued. “In the name only, of course. As I understand, he’s already mated to my brother.“

Baby G’s blood ran cold as he gaped at Ian, mouth parting in disbelief.

“The mark could be neutered,” Elder supplied blithely, seemingly oblivious to his grandson’s distraught state. “You’re of the same dominant status as your brother, aren’t you? Overpowering the mark shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t want that,” Ian said steely. “I’m offering a solution, a way for your son to keep his dignity and reputation, because he and the pup deserve better than being spurned for the rest of their lives for taking up with an outcast.”

Baby G bit his lip to keep himself from lashing out in his mate’s defense. Despite everything that happened, it physically pained him to see Junghwan treated like an annoying stain on his family’s impeccable reputation. One that couldn’t be gotten rid of completely and thus, had to be tolerated.

“And what do you have to say about it, my child?” Jiho said.

“I’ll accept any punishment you deem fit,” Baby G said in a voice so quiet he could barely hear himself. It all felt like a bad dream.

“Would you please give us a moment, Mr. Jeon?” Jiho addressed the alpha, watching him as Ian nodded and vacated the room with a small bow.

“Child, I don’t believe in punishments,” he started. “I believe in lessons well learned.” He added then, softer now. “Did you learn your lesson, Jiyeonie?”

“Yes, Elder,” Baby G nodded, feeling his throat clamp up with emotion as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Having his grandpa address him in such a way, with so much love and care, tore at his heart. He didn’t deserve their forgiveness. Back then, he didn’t even spare a thought as to how they would feel having him disappear like that. He was so, so selfish.

“Let your grandpa hug you now, darling,” Jiho called, opening his arms for Baby G to nestle into, his safe place, as he gave way to his tears, freely now, sobbing into his grandpa’s neck with abandon.

“It hurts so much, grandpa,“ Baby G whimpered. “I miss him so much it hurts.”

“I know, love, I know,” Jiho said soothingly, rocking him in his arms. “It’s okay to cry as much as you want. Let the tears heal your broken heart.”

--- What happens next? --- (Baby G accepts Ian’s offer about the baby, but refused to ‘mate’ him.)

(AN: The age of consent in this universe is 14 yo. People can mate at 16 without their clan’s explicit permission. So Baby G 'mating’ Ian at 16 would be totally acceptable by the established norms.)

(The society, in general, is divided into clans. Some clans consist only of omegas (like Parks), some clans consists only of alphas (like Jeons), and some are mix-and-match.)

(When an omega meets an alpha they want to mate and pop babies together, they don’t hitch up and start living together. They continue living with their respective clans, so they kind of live apart together? If the baby is an omega, they stay with their omega parent, like Baby G and his brothers, if it’s an alpha, however, they join their daddy alpha’s clan, sometimes as soon as they’re weaned off.)

(This is why it’s actually expected of Baby G to give up the alpha baby to the Jeons (I mean, the baby is not born yet, but I’m the author, so I know what status it’s going to be, okay). But the problem is that Tattoo is an outcast, so who’s going to be in charge of the baby, tucking them into bed at night, reading picture books about fluffy caterpillars and all that mushy parent stuff? The second best choice is Ian, but he is not Baby G’s mate, so it’s all sorts of sensitive issue here.)

~~~

(AN: Christian = Jiwon. Diminie = Minseo. The alpha baby = Jungmin.)

5 months later

Baby G was busy. A busy omega papa.

His time split between getting into shape after his pregnancy (boy, was he glad to blow that load) and privately studing for his graduation exams he decided to take a year early.

After almost half a year of absence, he had no desire going back to school. Neither he saw the point. He went there to socialize - for gossips and prattle and makeup tips and not much else.

Instead, he started to involve himself more with their family business - luxurious hotels and resorts all over Korea with a few branches opening in Japan this year.

(He was already looking towards all the jet trips overseas to explore the sights, meet their retainers and…shopping. Lots of shopping with his father.)

With all this madness packed into 24 hours, he had little time to bond with his son, usually seeing Jungmin around dinner when one of the nannies brought him downstairs in his crib.

He still remembered the first time he got to cradle him in his arms. Few things could compare to the utter bliss he felt, nuzzling and kissing his baby boy with big dark eyes, a mirror copy of his alpha dad’s.

He even sent a few pictures to Junghwan, although it could be months before the alpha would be able to see them. People in the community didn’t rely on phones or high technologies as much. If Junghwan was even with them by that point - the man was as predictable as rain.

It didn’t matter though. Life went on, with or without him.

“Who is my little angel?” Baby G cooed, rocking Jungmin in his arms as the rest of the family was filling into the room for dinner.

His father took the seat at the head of the table since their Elder rarely joined them, opting for an early dinner out at the glass terrace.

Then, in skipped Minseo, bounding over to Baby G to coo and make giggly faces at Jungmin. The youngest Park had completely taken to his alpha nephew, often playing with him after school.

“He is such a cutie,” he crooned. “Papa, when can I have my own babies?”

“Hopefully, not soon,” Jiyoon said. “Is Jiwon late again? I swear with this boy. Who raised him like this?”

It took another fifteen more minutes and three servants going upstairs to fetch him (and disappearing forever because Jiwon probably ate them) for the second Park sibling to crawl out of his room-cave, nose almost poking his phone`s screen.

(No wonder he was blind as a bat without his glasses.)

“Finally, Jiwonie, come here. Give your papa a kiss. You know what I told you about using phones at the table.”

Jiwon trudged over to half-heatedly smudge his lips over Jiyoon’s cheek before plopping down in his chair with a huff.

“It’s off,” he shrugged, feigning innocence.

“Give it to me,” Jiyoon made a grabby motion. “You can have it afterwards-”

“But-”

“-or maybe in a month? Your choice.”

“Fine, whatever.” Jiwon slumped down in the chair, propping his chin on the table. “How come Jiyeon can have his phone, then?”

“Jiyeon has a baby. I can’t tell him what to do.”

“That’s so fu-”

“Language!”

“Unfair,” Jiwon finished sulkily. “Capitalists,” he mumbled to himself, catching Baby G`s eye and making a face at him.

“Very mature,” Baby G tutted, making a face back at him when no one seemed to be paying attention.

“Pa, Jiyeon made a face at me!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Kids, kids, hush. Jiyeonie, don’t tease your brother - can someone go and fetch Ian from his room?”

“Isn`t his little brother staying over today?” Baby G asked, dandling Jungmin on his knee to hush down his whimpers.

“They spent all day in Jiwonie’s room, playing games,” Minseo pouted into his plate. “They locked the door so I couldn’t join them.”

“Jiwon, don`t be mean to your brother, please…can someone-”

“We are here, my apologies,” Ian strolled into the room, Jung toddling at his tail before darting to take an empty chair next to Jiwon.

He was a timid one, the Jeons` littlest. Mostly kept to himself, barely spoke to anyone who wasn’t Jiwon (or Ian). Apparently they bonded over video games and manga and weird sci-fi movies, to the unanimous relief of the whole Park clan because god knows Jiwon needed a friend, a real friend, who was not his smartphone.

Even if that new friend of his resembled a little clueless puppy following him around.

Baby G barely touched his own plate as he watched Ian cut his steak into small neat chunks before poking him. He had a baby on his knee. His hands were full.

“Feed me,” he whined cutely.

Ian sighed, resigning to his fate, as he brought a piece of meat into Baby G’s mouth.

“God, can you be more mated without being actually mated?” Jiwon grumbled in the background.

Perhaps, it was moments like these that people doubted the pureness of their friendship. But once Baby G grew to know Ian better, he realized how much of a soft oddball Ian actually was at heart. One just had to look at Ian`s treasured collection of the ugliest warm Christmas socks he had received as gifts throughout the years. That changed Baby G perception of Ian forever - he started to like him.

Not in the way he loved Junghwan, of course, but he looked up to Ian a lot, his brilliant entrepreneurial side that encouraged Baby G to delve into the business matters of his own family, sometimes pummeling Ian with questions during dinner or over the phone about things he didn’t understand well. And if Baby G ever needed advice, Ian would always be the first to pop up in his mind.

(Ian even had been granted his own room in their estate. Even Baby G’s alpha dad didn’t have his own room in their estate - rooming with his father whenever he stayed over.)

After long, meandering negotiations between their clans, it had been decided that Jungmin would stay with the Parks until the age of three before joining the Jeon clan. As much as Baby G hated the idea of parting with his son, he knew that Jungmin needed the presence of other alphas in his life to ground him in his status. On a more positive note, Ian would be there to take care of his son - of their son as the official story went - and for some reason, Baby G trusted Ian with Jungmin more than he trusted himself.

Ian was just so frustratingly capable with Jungmin it made Baby G envious on more occasions than he wanted to admit. Seeing him hold Jungmin in his arms, humming and scenting him gently, rocking him to sleep, made Baby G feel some type of way…

His phone lit up with a new message. Probably from his tutor for grad exams who had a penchant for the worst timing ever.

“Hold him for me, please,” Baby G carefully lowered Jungmin onto Ian’s lap to get back to the message as he swiped it open.

‘He is perfect. Our little baby. / Can we meet? / Please, I miss you so much.’

'My Sweetness.’

--- Does Baby G agree to meet with Tattoo? --- (Yes.)

--- Do we sense some budding SG/C here? --- (Hell yes!)

~~~

In his mind, Baby G made up this strong and unbothered image of himself that would be able to hold his ground during his reunion with Junghwan.

He didn’t even miss him anymore - he was only there to cut the ties once and for all.

The reality, however, panned out a little differently.

The moment he saw Junghwan, in the doorway of this ratty room of even rattier hotel he booked for them to meet at, his knees went down trembling. And for once, Junghwan was actually wearing a shirt, his dirty blond hair spilling messily onto his forehead.

(Baby G wanted to run his hands through them.)

(He wanted to do more than that.)

A moment later, he was slammed into the wall, Junghwan growling into his neck as he scented his mark aggressively, reclaiming his territory.

(Exactly a year later, Baby G found himself stampeding down the same path - mapped out by carnal desire - that put him through so much misery in the first place. Would he ever learn?)

“Baby-”

“Shut up and fuck me.“

Baby G was done with words. He didn’t want to define it. He didn’t want to explain it - he could do that later, at length. Right now all he wanted was to feel his mate inside him as he pulled the zipper on Junghwan’s jeans, freeing his cock and giving it a few rushed pumps. Luckily, it didn’t take much to get him going - Junghwan was just as cock-wet for him already.

He fucked Baby G against the wall, legs secured around his waist, a flurry of stunted breaths and lips and muffled sounds of pleasure. It felt like something finally unraveled down at Baby G’s core as he came in shudders and choked gasps - despite the exertion, he felt lighter than he had in months.

They stayed connected, Junghwan’s dick lodged deep inside of him, muscles clamping tight around it - Baby G had always been a greedy one, especially for his mate’s cock, a masterpiece of a cock. Or maybe it was just stupid smitten omega in him talking. Either way, he didn’t want to separate, clinging for his dear life as Junghwan brought them both down onto the bed.

“Damn,” the alpha muttered under the breath. “Ready for round two?”

Baby G shut him up with a kiss.

“I can’t believe we fucked in this dumphole,“ Baby G scrunched up his nose at their surroundings, featuring a crooked still life with grapes as the only colorful spot in here. His libido was sated for now, making way for the squeamish in him, as he snuggled against Junghwan. “Couldn’t you choose something better than this?”

“I remember we fucked in worse places, sweets,” Junghwan laughed. “Plus, two solid stars on Yelp and I’ve only seen one cockroach so far.”

“Everything is a fucking joke to you, isn’t it?”

Baby G pinched his nipple in frustration, bursting into breathy giggles a moment later as Junghwan retaliated with a pinch to his ass, suddenly pouncing to clamp his teeth over it, flopping the omega over onto his stomach.

“Okay, okay, not everything, pleeeeease, fuck-” he groaned, melting into the mattress at the tongue prodding at his hole, palms spreading his cheeks for Junghwan’s mouth, hungrily lapping at his slick.

“Could eat you out all day long, sweetness,” Junghwan crooned, puffs of breath warming his gaping hole. “Could eat your out into another fucking century.”

Baby G let out a broken-up sob, as Junghwan hitched his leg up, opening the omega up even further and diving back to suck around his rim, slurping around it noisily.

“Then, fucking do it, pup,” Baby G mewled, raw need penetrating his voice.

(Swallow me whole.)

~~~

Seagull(Jung)/Christian(Jiwon) bonus.

Jung thinks Jiwon is unbearably cute.

He doesn’t know when exactly he developed this unexplainable affliction, because what else could it be?

Jiwon may be an omega, but he’s not like any omega Jung has seen - from afar, of course. Like, Jiwon would brawl - brawl - with him over stuff. And Jung might look weak, but he is not actually weak, being an alpha and all, but he would pretend for Jiwon’s sake, because having him in physical proximity makes Jung’s world wobble off its axis for reasons he doesn’t yet fully understand, but is cottoning on to ever so slowly.

Jiwon’s unbearable cuteness probably has a lot to do with it.

Like, he always wears these glasses, large and thick-rimmed, that never stay put over the bridge of his (cute button) nose, sliding down almost to the tip especially when Jiwon is arduously concentrating on something - like winning a game round against Jung.

Which he subsequently does since Jung was too preoccupied by mapping out the slope of Jiwon`s cute button nose out of the corner of his eye. Priorities, right.

Jiwon frowns as he spots him gawking, a cute little crease wedging between his eyebrows. Even his frowns are cute - Jung is already in too deep.

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing.”

Jiwon’s eyes bore into him, prodding for any signs of bullshitting.

“I hope you’re not letting me win, asshole, because I’m so gonna punch you if you are.”

(Jiwon, Jung knows, really has a thing against people looking down at him or taking it easy on him because of his status. And honestly, Jung would punch people like that, too - or more realistically, would tell his big brother on them, because Jung would rather avoid physical altercations of any kind, unless it’s a half-hearted brawl with Jiwon, because he’s cute.)

Jiwon hitches his glasses up, puffing out his cheeks cutely. And Jung wants to bite into something - like the back of his hand to not coo in glee, because…cute.

“Do you wanna brawl?” Jung blurts all of a sudden, because his mouth-to-brain filter has started to thin as of late.

“What for?” Jiwon looks at him like he’s a retard.

“Nothing.”

A moment passes.

“Okay.”

So, they brawl over nothing in particular, all the usual huffs and puffs. At some point, Jung gets so overly excited, he forgets that he`s supposed to play weak as he easily overpowers Jiwon, flopping him onto his back and, spurred by an uneffable urge, ducks down to brush his lips over the corner of his mouth.

“What the hell, dude. Gross,” Jiwon yelps, pushing him away and scrambling back in panic.

Jung sits back on his hunches, a bemused look on his face.

“Why is it gross?”

“Because…” Jiwon trails off, flailing his arms instead like it`s supposed to explain everything. “It`s weird, like, what the fuck even. I just…I didn`t…expect that, okay.”

“Okay.”

Jung sighs, the softness of Jiwon’s skin imprinted on his mouth now. He’ll miss it forever.

“Oh c`mon, it`s not like I`m calling you gross, okay,” Jiwon adds in a feeble attempt for comfort. “You`re okay…I guess.”

“And you`re cute, I think,” Jung says, both anxious and happy to get it off his chest.

“Oh.”

When Jung chances a timid look back at Jiwon who has gone really quiet all of a sudden, he is slapped speechless with the sight of a blush clearly showing on the omega’s cheeks.

“Shut up,” Jiwon grumbles.

“But I didn`t even say anything.”

“I know, gosh, just…shut up, okay?”

Next moment, Jung finds himself manhandled into a vulnerable position, Jiwon`s lips slammed against his own. His first real kiss. With the boy he finds cute.

(Has he found his mate? Should he be asking Ian for blessings?)

In the midst of his dreamy musings, he vaguely acknowledges an excited patter of footsteps in the hallway. The door swings open as Minseo skips in, fresh after school, his large colorful backpack rattling up and down behind him.

“Papa told me you were here playing games,” he chirps, oblivious to the state of disarray the two older boys are in.

Jiwon licks over his lips, adjusting his glasses and shooting Jung a look of warning.

Not a word.

Later, when Minseo leaves to have a snack, Jiwon says,

“We should probably start locking the door from now on.”

~~~

It wasn’t the first time Junghwan had to climb the tree outside to get into his room. He did it before, multiple times, when they only had started their…descent into things. He would sneak in at night, often without notice, slinking under the sheets with Baby G, already all nice and tucked in, rousing him up and then, they would fuck, slow and quiet and all sorts of domestic even.

(Good old horny days.)

“Careful now, hold his head and under the bottom,” Baby G instructed as he lowered Jungmin into Junghwan’s arms. “Had to wake him up, you know.”

“Sorry, little guy,” the alpha crooned, taking over his son with ease. “Your daddy just wanted to meet you so much.”

This was definitely not the first baby he held and it irked Baby G somewhat, but he brushed it off. Junghwan was holding their son for the first time and he didn’t want a petty grudge to ruin this moment.

Jungmin peered up at him curiously, all wide-eyed and inquiring, as he sucked on his pacifier. A few whimpers escaped him here and there - the scent of a strange alpha must have alarmed him, but Junghwan managed to hush him with little effort. He seemed to be just as capable as Ian with kids.

“Do you feed him yourself?”

Baby G gave him a look as if to say - are you fucking insane?

“We have a nursing omega nanny for that.”

“Of course, you do,” Junghwan smiled, leaning to kiss the crown of his son’s head. “So your papa doesn’t want to share his pretty little tits with you, huh?”

Baby G swatted at him, scandalized.

“Can you not?”

Junghwan laughed, wiggling his eyebrows lubriciously.

“Can I scent him, though?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Ian usually does that, he’d recognize your scent.”

“Oh,” Junghwan said, the humor from before sipping out of his voice. “Right. Him.”

He didn’t seem angry, Baby G thought, just resigned.

“You know?“

“Yeah. I asked him to.”

Baby G lowered himself next to Junghwan on the bed, trying to make sense of what he just heard.

“What?”

“He never told you, did he? I didn’t just call him then to ask for a drive, I asked him to take care of you, see to it that our clan doesn’t destroy you to get to the baby, and he did agree, but only after I promised him that I’d never try and claim Jungmin as my own.”

“I don’t understand. Why would he do that?”

“You want a simple answer?” Junghwan sighed. “He just doesn’t like me, that much. He truly believes I’m walking the path of self-destruction and, inevitably, I’d ruin my son, too. I’m not saying he’s a bad guy, just too stuck in his views. It’s all from our dad, you know? He’s like a copy of him, only a touch less dastard-y.”

Baby G had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting the Jeon Patriarch during the negotiations. An insipid guy, slippery as an eel, someone who had a neck for getting under people’s skin. If it wasn’t for their wise, not easily intimidated Elder to put him in his place, Baby G didn’t know how it would have all ended.

“He’s nothing like his dad,” Baby G said. “Maybe it’s you who doesn’t know him all that well.”

“And you do?”

“At least, I gave him a chance, Junghwan-ie. At least, he was here, for me and my son, when I needed you the most. And now, you’re going to leave again, aren’t you?”

“I can’t stay here, not while our dad is in charge,” Junghwan said. “He just won’t let me live here peacefully. I bet he already has all the paperwork ready to lock me up in a mental house for life.”

“I won’t let him. I would kick his ass if he tries.”

“I don’t want you get caught up in my family drama. You deserve better than that, sweetness. You and our son deserve the world. And if that means to have Ian holding and scenting him to sleep, I’d accept it.”

Baby G kissed him, chaste and sweet, fingers fluttering over the scar on his cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“I don’t want to accept it. I want to have you in my life, even if it means seeing you only once a month. As long as it’s every month, Junghwan-ie. Don’t leave me for too long, I don’t think I could forgive you the second time.”

“It’s a promise, then.”

--- Do you want the next part focus more on Tattoo or Ian? --- (Ian.)

~~~

(Two years later. Japan.)

Baby G pondered a delicate necklace in his hand, shaped like a cherry blossom - Jiyoon had probably five of those already, but six was the charm, right?

His father’s birthday was a sneeze away and Baby G was about to lose his mind, trying to come up with a present for the man who had everything and then some. There were times when his half-assed crayon drawings were enough, those times were gone. But knowing Jiyoon, one could never go wrong with pretty jewelry.

He nodded at the store assistant and told him to wrap it up extra pretty.

(His Japanese had improved so much he didn’t require an interpreter anymore during his trips to Japan that had been growing more frequent, the more he involved himself with their rapidly expanding presence here. In the future, he might even settle here for a few years, taking over the foreign branch as he learned the ins and outs of their trade.)

“Want me to pay for it?” a familiar voice rang behind him, making Baby G’s pulse jump start in surprise as he swirled on his heels, taking in the handsome devil himself.

The older Ian got, the more delectable he became, gathering all the eyes on him whenever he went. Even Baby G couldn’t help but admire his physique and smart looks, but more importantly…

“What are you doing here?” he beamed, leaping into Ian’s arms as he hugged him gleefully. “I didn’t even know you were in Japan.”

“Just passing by on my way back from Hong Kong,” Ian smiled, flicking Baby G’s bangs back playfully as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Mmh, does that mean you’ll have lunch with me?” Baby G bit down on his bottom lip, rocking on the balls of his feet.

“And here I thought I was going to have to kidnap you,” Ian said with a warm chuckle. “Is this for your father?”

“Yes, and you don’t have to pay for it.”

“You could always say it’s from us both,” Ian supplied blithely, handing out his credit card to the shop assistant who accepted it with a light flush on her cheeks as she proceeded to fumble over the cash register.

Sometimes Baby G wondered if Ian was aware of the effect he had on people - omegas, mostly.

“You crook, I know you already had him sent something awesome,” Jimin whined, pursing his lips and swatting at his chest. “It will be like the last year all over again.”

Ian replied with a cryptic smirk; was about to take the bag with the present from the shop assistant, but Baby G snatched it first with a harrumph - at least, let me do this much.

Done with the purchase, they were walked to the door and bowed out - please come and visit us again. Barely out of the door, Baby G could already hear them whisper-gossip about the two of them - what a gorgeous couple they were.

(And have you seen that hunk? What a lucky omega. I’d kill to have a mate like him.)

It was hardly the first time people assumed on their behalf. It was inevitable.

Inevitable with the way Baby G would sometimes behave around Ian, especially in public - sharing smiles and touches that lingered, words that carried flirty breathiness to them. The reason was simple. Ian was triple AAA: attractive, around and available. The things that seemed to agree with Baby G’s omega greatly nowadays, partly because of his on-going secret affair with Junghwan that had been wearing him down, piece by piece.

It started to feel that they were going nowhere which roused a whole range of emotions in Baby G. Did he really deserve a mate who was never his in the first place? Would he have to take his suppressants for the rest of his life, never knowing the pleasure of his mate taking care of him during his heats? Or simply going out on dates without the fear of someone spotting them together?

He and Junghwan were just too different, growing ever so distant. And no amount of hormone-charged sex was going to change it, unless they did something about it, but what could they do? Was there really any future for them or was he just kidding himself?

“What’s wrong, pup?” Ian spoke, sensing a change in his mood, after they settled into his car with a hired chauffeur. He took Baby G’s hand into his, running a thumb over his pulse point soothingly.

“Nothing, just hungry,” Baby G sighed, snuggling into Ian’s side. “Let’s go and just splurge.”

“I was thinking of seeing a Kabuki play tonight. Care to join me?”

“You know I’d always say yes to spending more time with you,” Baby G replied without missing a beat. And his honesty gave him a start. He really, really would.

Ian’s gaze softened as he brought Baby G’s hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it as his eyes lingered on the omega’s lips with an clear intent.

Desire flared at the pit of the omega’s belly, throwing him in for another loop. And it wasn’t the first time either. He knew why it was happening: his mark had been wearing off, making him more susceptible to the scents of other alphas, and Ian’s scent was the most enticing of them all, besides Junghwan’s own, of course.

If would be easier to manage, if Junghwan marked him again, but the fresh wound would attract immediate attention, spurting no end of questions that Baby G had no easy answers to. Just thinking of what could await them gave him a splitting headache.

And he was getting tired of that, too.

On their way to a high-end kaiseki restaurant that Ian had his own tab at, Baby G popped by his apartment, their company rented for him in Daikan-yama, for a change of clothes - fitted slacks and a translucent buttonless blouse with a medium cleavage, the front flaps looping around his waist, fixated at the small of his back in a clever knot. All black, of course, because Ian liked seeing him in dark colors.

What the alpha liked even more was seeing Baby G wearing his gifts, like the long delicate earrings he chose for today, an expensive souvenir Ian brought him from the States. Technically, he regularly spoiled all Parks with little gifts, but Baby G couldn’t help but notice that his gifts were always something he could wear on his body: accessories, perfume, garments. And every time Baby G would wear it, Ian’s eyes would linger on that particular item of his wardrobe, silently expressing his approval.

(It didn’t help that Ian had an impeccable taste, too.)

Baby G walked out of his walk-in closet that kept half of his wardrobe by now, twirling around to show off his outfit for tonight.

“Shall we go?” he beamed, pleased to see the appreciative glimmer in Ian’s eyes. “I’m really famished now.”

“That makes both of us, pup.”

The subtle double entendre wasn’t lost on Baby G as Ian looped a hand around his waist, fingers warming his side through the thin fabric.

The okaa-san of the restaurant, a middle-aged omega matron decked out in a stylish summer kimono, led them through the wooden boardwalk cutting through a Japanese garden into a private guest house, decorated in a traditionally minimalistic fashion. The shoji were slid open to allow for the beautiful view of the garden, with the soothing sounds of a water creek burbling nearby.

Baby G lowered down onto a flat cushion laid out in front of a low table, tucking his legs under his bottom, as Ian did the same on the other side of the table.

They were served green tea - sencha - by a younger omega boy, who might not be older than Baby G himself, his movements simple and elegant, skillfully holding his long sleeves out of the way while pouring more tea into their cups and serving appetizers.

Ian held a brief conversation with the matron, the contents of which went over Baby G’s head. They might have been conversing in the kansai dialect that Ian spoke fluently - he spent his teenage years drifting between Kyoto and Osaka, studying the traditional Asian arts, among other things.

(The Jeons made a fortune on art dealing, starting from a tiny art shop in Busan opened by Ian’s grand-grandfather a century ago - nowadays they ran and curated multiple art galleries and shops all over the world, hence Ian’s constant trips abroad that Baby G was more than welcome to come long - and one day, he knew he just might, the offer was too tempting to resist for long.)

Barely into the first course, Baby G noticed that his legs were falling asleep - he completely forgot about that part - as he wiggled uncomfortably, trying to bring some blood back into his weeping limps, which didn’t escape Ian’s attention.

“Let me.”

Ian motioned for him to untuck his legs and stretch them out under the table. Baby G bit down a moan of bliss as Ian’s hands enveloped his feet, thumbs digging into the soles, massaging them, gentle but firm.

They was probably violating some code of comportment with their impromptu foot-play, but no one in the room batted an eyelash, patiently waiting for them to be done with the silliness and return to their artisan crafted meal - that was Japanese politeness for you and heaps of money Ian was forking over the meal, of course, more than some people’s wedges.

Baby G sighed happily, leaning back on his arms and wiggling his toes, when Ian dug into his foot just right.

“Thank you,” he purred, brushing his toe over the man’s knee, before tentatively resuming his pose from before.

“My pleasure.”

At night, they went to see a Kabuki play. He’d never really spent a whole day with Ian like that and Baby G was enjoying himself a lot. He hadn’t been on a proper date since school and it felt a lot like a romantic date rather than an outing between friends.

It was nice to be spoiled and adored the way he deserved to be - it wasn’t about the money, per se - there was little his family couldn’t afford, after all - but the attentiveness that Ian treated him with, making Baby G feel like the center of his universe, even if he wasn’t his mate.

Ian led them into a private balcony with the perfect view of the stage and the hanamichi, a special walkway that actors would use to make an entrance, the alpha explained. Baby G took a seat on the velvet couch, peeking down at the crowd of people gathering for the performance, while Ian ordered refreshments from the screen hooked to the arm of the couch.

Baby G had never seen a Kabuki performance before and a few minutes into it, he found himself infinitely bored, watching something that made no sense to him whatsoever, story-wise - the decorations were pretty as well as the costumes, but once the splendor and novelty of the visuals wore off, there was not much to it for him, besides making him sleepy. Maybe he could nap for a while until it was over.

And he did, nodding off against Ian’s shoulder.

When he woke up, it was to the loud shouts from the audience bellow him. The play must be still going full swing if the cheers from the crowd were anything to go by. As the sense of reality was sipping back into him, he realized with a start that he had fallen asleep on Ian’s lap, using them as a headrest, the rest of his body taking two thirds of the couch, squeezing Ian into the corner.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you,” he said sheepishly, stifling a yawn, as he turned onto his back, drawing up his knees, not in too much hurry to vacate his comfortable position.

For a moment, Ian didn’t say anything, just watching him quietly in fond amusement, carding a hand through Baby G’s tousled locks. And Baby G stared right back. The world around them seemed to slow down, the sounds muffled, leaving just the two of them in the privacy of their little balcony, as Baby G rose up on his arms, slowly as if in a trance, snaking a hand behind Ian’s neck before pressing their lips in a kiss. His eyes fluttered close, as he concentrated on the feeling that had been itching under his skin all day, maybe longer than that.

He gasped lightly, dizzy from the rush of pleasure, as Ian kissed back, caressing his lips with his own, without deepening the kiss.

It was another round of roaring applause that broke up their moment, forcing Baby G to pull back, the heart in his chest thudding so loud he could barely hear anything else. He scrambled onto his seat hastily, straightening up and fixing his hair as he tried to get a grip on his emotional state - they fucking kissed. More so, Baby G was the one to initiate it.

“It’s about to be over anyway,” Ian said, as collected as ever, if not for a touch of breathlessness present in his voice.

Baby G took a deep breath, trying to temper the buzzing of arousal humming down his veins. Were they somewhere more private than a theater, there was no telling how far Baby G would allow this to go.

Part of him knew that he had started to outgrow Junghwan and his blind infatuation with him, and that would only continue unless they do the impossible and find a solution benefiting them both. As of the moment, everything seemed so bleak for them, while Ian…

(Ian was everything he needed in a partner.)

He followed Ian out of the theater, head thrumming with conflicting thoughts. They had barely exchanged a word since the kiss that Baby G could still feel on his lips.

(And he wanted to kiss him again, so much.)

“I’m tired, Ian,” Baby G sighed, back in the car, the chauffeur easing out of the parking space to take him back home. He dropped his head onto Ian’s chest, feeling the alpha press a kiss to the crown of his head, nuzzling his hair.

Baby G’s omega wept for his touch and he didn’t know if he had the strength to resist it anymore.

--- Does Baby G spend the night with Ian? --- (Yes)

(AN: You know how in real Kabuki all roles, even female ones, are performed by men? Well, in this abo!kabuki, all roles are performed by alphas, even the omega ones.)

~~~

Baby G woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from his mostly virgin kitchen.

He smiled, stretching his limbs, spine bending in an arch, like a big lazy cat.

He could barely find it in himself to regret the last night, even if he wanted to - and he didn’t, not one bit. His night with Ian was magical, every single second of it. Ian was a wonderful lover with a talent to make Baby G feel cradled from head to toe, simmering in pleasure.

“So beautiful, Jiyeon-ah,” a voice whispered against his skin, the bed dipping under the other’s weight, as lips kissed a spot under his belly button, palms splayed on his hips. “A masterpiece I could never get enough of.”

Baby G let out a little mewl of encouragement, hooking a knee round Ian’s back to keep him close. Ian ran his fingers along the length of his thigh, as if contemplating its perfect sumptuous shape, before pressing his lips to the skin, starting from the bend of the knee and traveling downwards to the pelvis, breath ghosting over his bare cock.

“Ian, baby, don’t tease,” Baby G sighed, hands thrown over his head, his mellow state from before giving way to blooming arousal.

“Tell me what you want, blossom.”

“Want your mouth on my cock,” Baby G said, a wicked smile quirking his full lips. “Want you to play with my ass while at it, too.”

“You naughty little thing,” Ian whispered, scooping under the swell of his ass to drag him closer.

“Mmh, you make me naughty, baby. You and your sinful mouth.”

Baby G wiggled to make himself comfy in his new position, pillow propping up his butt, thighs spread nice and wide as Ian swallowed around his cock with a deep hum, fingers smearing the oozing slick around the rim.

Alphas, who were willing let alone skillful at sucking their omegas off, were a real treat. True, omegas` cocks were less sensitive than alphas`, and to experience a satisfying orgasm he needed to be penetrated, but seeing Ian devoting himself fully to Baby G`s wishes was beautifully orgasmic in itself.

“Yeah, baby, please just like that,” Baby G purred, eyes half-lidded as he melted into the double sensations of Ian’s mouth against his cock and his fingers, curled inside of him, pushing into his sweet spot. His breath hitched, legs closing in tight, bracketing Ian’s head, when pleasure started to build up in intensity, filling his veins with a rush of the liquid heat.

Somewhere on the other side of his pleasure, he heard a vague snarl, seconds before he found himself face to face with the alpha, the corners of his lips upturned to reveal a glimpse of his teeth - Baby G shuddered in pleasure, tilting his head to the side to offer his neck in submission, appeasing the animal inside of Ian.

Ian nuzzled in hard, taking large gulps of his delicate scent, mixed in with Ian’s own now, all the while driving fingers in and out of his ass, edging him closer and closer to the bliss.

Baby G came with Ian`s teeth clamped around his mark, just short of puncturing the skin, claiming the omega as his.

Ian stayed pressed close as Baby G evened out his breath - morning sex was one of those things he loved but could rarely indulge with Junghwan since they were on the clock most of the time.

“Do I smell coffee, though?” he said, kissing Ian’s cheek before attempting to worm his way from under him.

Ian blinked, his eyes unnaturally dilated, still in his alpha space.

He coughed, abashed, letting go of Baby G reluctantly - it was obvious that was the last thing he wanted to do, which Baby G found amusing.

“Unless you want to fuck me in the shower first?” he smiled knowingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He cackled happily, darting towards the ensuite and barely making it to the door when Ian was on him, all hungry lips and grabby arms.

--- Does Baby G tell Ian about him and Tattoo? --- (Yes.)

(AN: A fun fact about marking. Only omegas get marked in this abo, because of the location of their scent gland which is right under the surface of the skin, while alpha’s scent glands are tucked deeper inside, so even if omegas were to mark alphas, it wouldn’t make any difference. A mark is basically a piercing wound to the scent gland that heals very, very slowly (hence it’s not permanent.)

(Alpha ancestors did it to omegas for two basic reasons: 1) to ward off competition; 2) to break the omega’s sense of reality, back in the day, people relied on scent almost as much as their sight and having a ‘corrupted’ scent gland would weaken an omega considerably leaving them in the care of the alpha that bit them.)

(Nowadays people don’t rely on scents as much, only if to find a suitable mate, so marking is viewed as alpha showing a commitment to the omega they chose. On the contrary, not marking the omega they chose would be viewed very negatively by the omega in question, especially if they asked explicitly for the mark. Times change, huh.)

(Also, both alphas and omegas are very much still in touch with their animal instincts/urges, and nowhere it’s more evident than during sex. Even someone as in control of his bearings as Ian can’t resist unleashing the animal inside of him when he’s being intimate with the omega he loves (yes, he loves Baby G, okay), because it’s so new to him and overwhelming, although he’ll get better at controlling those urges in time, esp. if they mate. (Tattoo was faring no better than Ian when he and Baby G first starting fooling around.)

~~~

--- Best boy or golden boy? --- (Golden boy.)

(Therefore, the end couple is Ian/Baby G.)

~~~

‘I told Ian about us. We need to meet.’

The ride to the place was gripped by a dour mood. Not even the radio was on. Ian drove, eyes set on the road, jaw clenched. He was either pouting or planning a murder. Knowing Ian, it was probably both.

When Baby G came clean with him about Junghwan, he expected all sorts of reactions, even an unfettered rage, but Ian simply shut down, fists clenched, nails digging into his palms, trying to contain the upset animal inside him and then, he left the room, without saying a word.

He hadn’t said a lot of words after that either.

“So, you’ve decided to not talk to me ever again?” Baby G said, tired of the silence that he didn’t think he deserved in the first place.

A long moment passed before Ian spoke, all bitter around the edges.

“I just don’t want to say something I’ll regret.”

“I don’t really get it, you know? I’ve already told you I want to be with you. I choose you.” Baby G reached over for his hand, slipping his fingers through Ian’s. “I want you.”

“You say that, but you’ve been lying to me and your family for years, Jiyeon-ah. How do I know it’s not another lie?”

Baby G huffed, letting go of Ian’s hand, as he sank back into his seat, defeated.

“So you’re going to hold it against me forever, are you?”

“I’m sorry,” Ian sighed, reaching back for his hand, squeezing it lightly in apology. “I was- am jealous. It’s not easy for me to accept, you know. Even knowing that the person I...love has been marked by another is a bitter truth to swallow, and then you told me about him, still present in your life, I was just...mad. Still am. But not at you, darling. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.”

“I know,” Baby G said, in a softer voice. “It all will be over today, okay? Just wait a while longer, love. I’m already yours, and that’s not going to change.”

Ian gripped his hand, bringing it to his lips for a lingering kiss against his knuckles. He didn’t say anything after that, keeping his eyes on the road, Baby G’s hand warming his knee, but the silence didn’t cut into them anymore.

“Do you want me to stay in the car?” Ian asked after parking the car near a small indiscreet apartment complex - the rendezvous spot.

“Why would I want that?” Baby G said, genuinely puzzled.

“I don’t want to hold you down, Jiyeon. I mean...” Ian paused to gather his thoughts. “You still have his mark. You still love him. I know you do. Things like that don’t just change overnight.”

Baby G knew that Ian was right. He did still love Junghwan, probably always would, but sometimes love just wasn’t enough - he’d learned his lesson well. He was ready to move on, for good this time, besides…

“I love you, too,” he confessed. “And I fell for you because of who you are, not because my hormones told me to. And that’s that. C’mon. Let’s get this over with.”

Baby G was about to unlock the car door when Ian stopped him, drawing him in for a kiss, sweet and needy, as if it could be their last - fat chance of that, Baby G thought to himself, sighing into Ian’s mouth in a half-moan. Desire pulled at the pit of his belly, his body yearning for Ian’s touch. His heat was due soon and it filled Baby G with gluttonous anticipation. He could barely wait.

When Baby G pulled away, he saw red tinting the alpha’s eyes. The most pleasant color of all.

Junghwan wasn’t there.

They found the apartment void of any soul. Perhaps he was running late, but Baby G knew better - Junghwan would always be there when he arrived, waiting for him. As he looked around, he spotted a folded piece of paper on the bed, neatly made-up.

He took it, already knowing what it meant.

‘I am sorry, sweetness. I hope he’ll make you happy in ways I never could.’

For a moment, he just stood there, gripped by a feeling that was too vague to put into words. It finally hit him, the realization that he and Junghwan were over, not only that, but they probably would never meet again, their lifestyles too incompatible for that. This little note was all he had left of him and, of course…

Jungmin. Their little baby boy.

He showed the note to Ian, not trusting himself to say anything without becoming too emotional.

Baby G took one shuddering breath and...let go.

“You know, I’ve stopped taking my suppressants since Tokyo,” he said finally, looking at Ian.

“Yeah?”

“My heat could come any day now,” Baby G smiled sheepishly. “I was thinking if you would-”

“I will,” Ian promised, kissing his temple, arm wrapped around Baby G’s shoulders. “Anything for you.”

“Anything?” Baby G looked up at him, their faces mere inches away.

“Then, mark me.”

(8 years later)

“Minnie, it’s bedtime. Tidy up your toys, please, before daddy comes back,” Baby G says, smooching his son on the head and patting his tushie to hurry him along with plucking the toys off the bed.

Jungmin, age 10, is his papa’s baby boy through and through, his own little squishie toy. Baby G is glad he decided to not hand him over to the Jeons for education after all, which Ian turned out to be very supportive of. Macho alphas are overrated anyway. Let him be however the nature intended him to be - shy and overly sentimental, clinging to his parents for cuddles and kisses and treats.

As the baby alpha diligently clears the toys off their bed, the door opens to let Ian in, a tray with warm milk and cookies in his hand. Jungmin hops off the bed and sprints off to barrel into him with a happy squeal, hanging off Ian like a little koala.

Ian plods to the bed, with visible struggle, lowering the tray onto the bedside table, before picking Jungmin up and twirling him in the air as the young one giggles, a little bit scared and excited at the same time.

Ian puts him down eventually, leaning in to press a kiss against Baby G’s lips.

“C’mon, big boy, your duty is over for the day, time to wash up and go to bed,” Ian says fondly. “I’ll watch over your papa for now, okay?”

Jungmin nods, cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling, as he climbs back onto the bed for a goodnight kiss from Baby G before trotting to the nanny waiting at the door, ready to take over the boy for the night.

It’s only when the door is closed and Jungmin’s chatter dies down in the corridor that Baby G tugs Ian down to rest alongside of him, the alpha nuzzling his way into his neck, nipping at the skin around the mark.

“The twins?”

“Asleep,” Ian says. “I think we might need another nanny to watch over them. They’re clever little devils and they’re only three.”

Baby G giggles softly, too tired for anything else for now. Ian shifts to hold him properly, a hand tracing delicately the omega’s rotund stomach. They’re definitely going to hire more help with another baby on the way. After the twins, he swore to never get pregnant ever again - the two were a menace even inside of him, and now that they were out, he holds no hope for this world. But then, their third honeymoon happened and Ian took him to a private island in Seychelles where one night of passion led to another and here he is, all moody and pregnant, again.

“Mhm, can I have a cookie, please?” he says in this whiny voice of his he knows can make Ian go and drag the moon off the sky if he so wishes.

“Anything my love desires,” Ian says, reaching over for the treats. “Do you want one with chocolate chips or almond nuts?”

“Do you know me at all?” Baby G scrunches up his nose cutely, all teasing. “Both, of course.”

He takes a nibble of the cookie that Ian holds out for him, the chocolate one, one palm under his chin minding the crumbs. Baby G’s lips snag on Ian’s thumb, as he smiles and then, licks it.

“Don’t tease me, pup,” Ian warns him. “Or we’ll have to sleep in late tomorrow.”

“So?” Baby G cocks his head to the side as Ian tsks in mock reproach, booping his nose fondly.

“Your brother is arriving tomorrow, remember?” he chuckles at Baby G’s flabbergasted expression as it downs on him.

Minseo.

Minseo and his alpha, all newly-mated, are to fly over to Japan for a visit. It’s been ages since he saw his baby brother. And by ages he means a couple of months - they do cruise between the two countries often, but not so much now that Baby G is nearing his term. The very idea of getting up and journeying as far as the bathroom, let alone another country, starts to seem more like a hurdle with each passing day.

“I completely forgot,” he mumbles, sinking down into the pillows and snuggling closer to Ian. The alpha dims the room’s lights, leaving only a nightshade on. Baby G’s eyelids slowly droop close, comforted by the scent of his mate and the steady rise and fall of his chest. By the end of the day, that’s all he ever needs to put him at ease and make him let go of any worry he has. In Ian’s arms, he is finally complete.

He hopes that his brothers feel the same with their own mates. He’s not yet too familiar with Minseo’s mate, although he’s heard through the grapevine that the alpha, a childhood friend, adores the ground his baby brother walks on, just as he should be - Minseo deserves to be worshiped for the blessing he is to this world. And Jiwon…

He and Jung hitched up soon after a long road trip across the country that they took off on to celebrate Jung’s graduation. Never in his wildest dream, Baby G could have imagined seeing Jiwon as lovesick as he was with Jeon Junior. The two also started shacking up together, flouting all the clan norms, although Baby G is the one to talk, given how he did the same with Ian, albeit under the ruse of relocating to Japan for the sake of their business.

He supposes his history with Junghwan has made him quite needy, wanting to have his alpha’s attention at all times. Luckily, Ian might be just as needy as he is, so they really turned out to be quite inseparable - Ian hardly ever travels anywhere without him nowadays, and if he does, it never lasts longer than a couple of days.

Almost a decade later, he rarely thinks about Junghwan. And when he does, he hopes that the man is living a good life, surrounded by kind people who love him. He truly does. Sometimes he gets these unsigned postcards, with pretty generic content, no return address either, but somehow Baby G knows who these are from.

Somehow he knows that this is Junghwan’s way of telling him that he still remembers. And Baby G never throws them away, stacking them neatly into a bottom drawer by his bed - his own little way of saying that…

he remembers, too.

~~~

(AN: Thank you for sticking around, whomever you might be. This is the end.)

~~~

The brief summary of Tattoo’s ending. (That is, if people voted for the Tattoo ending.)

After BG tells Ian about him and Tattoo, they have a big falling out, since BG gives no indication that he plans to break things up with Junghwan. Ian demands full rights on Jungmin then, threatening to tell BG’s family the truth. BG has a mental breakdown and contacts Tattoo to come and see him asap. They talk and Tattoo finally nuts up and tells BG that they should move to Japan for good, where they could live together in secret from their family. Jungmin stays with the Jeons to placate Ian.

8 years later, Baby G and Junghwan have built a new life in Japan. Baby G gradually estranged himself from his family, starting his own business and doing well for himself, because they’d never accept Junghwan as his mate and some sacrifices were unavoidable. Eventually they have another baby that they could call their own without all that clan politicking. So they become a family and all that good shit. And that’s about it.

#personas au #interactive

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one drunk honest night | 5 JUL 17

{ status: ongoing } pairing: jongin x rosé bg: remember all those times jongin saved rose’s drunk self from trouble?? it’s rose’s turn to return the favor.

kji; They finally did what was impossible to do for the past few weeks. His usual gang of friends outside the idol life finally managed to drag him out of the house and here he was at this late hour sitting inside a bar, loud laughter filling the room swallowing some of his friends words. Jongin was raising his stakes a bit too high as he was handed his 6th shot and went for it. The alcohol, as much as every other time had those particular side effects, his head slightly spun and it felt far too hot inside the building. But nonetheless, it's been a while since he felt so carefree, laughing at some stupid word play his friends were messing around with, until he started getting teased. They didn't know who it was, nor did he ever confirm it but somehow they just knew it by his changed demeanor lately that something was up, with someone. He waved it off with a "pfft" and excused himself out to take a breather. A bit of a struggle walking when one was that tipsy. But now he couldn't get it off his mind. Her, to be exact. Mistakes were soon to be made since it felt like he could do just about anything in the world as he took his phone out, chaeyoung will just have to excuse him for the typos. [ kkt → my shorty ] you and I you and I you and I baaaaaby [ kkt → my shorty ] till I diiiie [ kkt → my shorty ] do you know that song? They just playd it here and I thoht of you [ kkt → my shorty ] I don't kno if you'r even awake rigt now akdhlasj heck [ kkt → my shorty ] I miss youuuuu. why do I missf you?

pcy: Chaeyoung was proud to say nothing productive was done today other than getting that full rest of sleep she had been needing. She was leaning against some pillows, mindlessly flipping through the channels, trying to look for something to keep her entertained when the sound of her phone went off, numerous times. "What on earth-" Her brows raise in surprise when she found a string of texts from him full of typos and she was torn between laughing at how cute and idiotic he was being or concerned over his well being. [ kkt -> puppy oppa] are you.. alright love? [ kkt -> puppy oppa ] and I'm afraid only you can answer that yourself, but I'm happy knowing I'm in your thoughts

kji: Jongin's grin was on full show and he didn't give a single fuck about it, most people around here weren't exactly so sober either, but it felt nice to escape into the fresh air, finding himself a seat on one of the concrete seating areas where flowers were planted in the middle, man was he feeling so completely out of it. This was probably the best hour to bombard him with questions and he'd probably answer them without hesitation. His chest fluttered with even more warmth, she was awake after all. [ kkt → my shorty ] love? My new nickname? [ kkt → my shorty ] im good think i went a littkr overboard with a few drinks. I hate drinkib games, who said you /hav/ to take a shot if you lose?? Ridiculos 🙄🙄🙄 [ kkt → my shorty ] you're always in my thoughts chaechae [ kkt → my shorty ] you know.. it's nice waking up in th mornin, having something to look forward to. Whethr it's a text mssge from you, or seein you

pcy: [ kkt -> puppy oppa ] .. mm.. what kind of stupid thing did you agree to this time? Chaeyoung nibbled on her bottom lip simply out of nervous habit. She could feel the anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach, worry washing over her. Was he okay? Did he need her heeeelpppp? [ kkt -> puppy oppa ] I-where are you? She chose to ignore said message despite it being so sweet. Freaking out about this can be saved for later.

kji: He took his moment with replying because idiotic and happy jongin was too busy changing her contact name, having no idea that she would actually be worrying about him. She'd never actually seen him in this state before, not that he allowed it either. [ kkt → girlfriend ] dragged out for drinks [ kkt → girlfriend ] couldn't refuse sunbae and his drinking games [ kkt → girlfriend ] intimidating mab doesn't take no for an answer He paused, looking over his shoulder to see the main entrance of this building before clumsily pointing the phones camera in that director, jesus he was a terrible photographer - the snap came out blurry, but it captured the name of the bar. Jongin could only imagine some of his friends passed out drunk on the table at this point. Good thing he grabbed his bag with him. [ kkt → girlfriend ] babyyy girl did you get th e snap?

pcy: She could hear herself muttering how he was the biggest idiot that had ever walked the face of the earth. In the next seconds following her opening his snap, Chaeyoung quickly rushed out the door, thankful that he had at least had been able to capture the bar's name. [ kkt -> puppy oppa ] Stay where you are and DONT MOVE OR FOLLOW A N Y O N E until I get there. Got it?! It doesn't take her /too/ terribly long. But eventually, Chaeyoung makes it to said bar, brows knitted together in discomfort, eyes darting around the area for a familiar lookin face in the crowd of many. Ugh- where was he?

kji: Confused as to what she meant Jongin frowned a little reading over the text, what does she mean to stay in place? Is she coming to meet him? WHAT? Is his girlfriend on her way over? His sober self would've scolded her and told her to stay at home and be safe, but drunk jongin was more than excited - plus a little tired, tomorrow his head will be killing him. Great night.

[ kkt → girlfriend ] who would I follow unless it's youuu MY GIRLFRIEND IS ACTUALLT COMING OVER?? HECK IT'S SO LATE DJJAAKADH

[ kkt → girlfriend ] I swear I'm okayyyy

Jesus christ, this will be the last time that he drank that much. For a while at least. Probably until some after performance party where all the hyungs won't leave him alone but here he was right now, leaning back on that same concrete spot near the flowers.

pcy: After pushing through a group of sweaty bodies and such she eventually spotted him sitting near some flowers. How ironic that a pretty flower boy like himself was found sitting by equally beautiful flowers. "Yah-" she began once she reached him, kneeling in front of him, trying to catch his eyes. "Do you.. know who I am?"

kji: That voice. How the heck she made it here so fast? A little slow reaction but a grin was already formed on his face when he looked down just to see exactly who he'd been wanting to see the whole night, and how funny, alcohol really made it all seem like a dream in his head. "How can I not?! I can't believe.. my dream girl just showed up." Idiotic smile for days- he placed his warm hands against her cheeks, lowering his head until his forehead pressed against hers, frowning eventually. "But yah, do you know.. what time it is? Why is my girlfriend here at a bar?!"

pcy: Before she could react quick enough he had already held her face in his hands and she's found staring into those dark brown eyes of his she loved oh so very much. "Because some idiot decided to drink his life away and make his girlfriend worry needlessly." She answered without missing much of a beat, eyes narrowing playfully. "Come- we can talk as we make our way home mmkay?" She suggested, reaching for his arm to help him stand to his feed.

kji: He only hoped he'd remember this moment tomorrow, because all in all, the care that she'd always shown him was a moment to treasure. Like the time he ended up in an accident and she came running over - and he wanted nothing else but to hug her tightly there and then had they not been in a public place. He laughed a little, his speech coming off a bit slurred "could that idiot be.. your boyfriend? My precious Chaeyoung, you shouldn't worry so much though, I swear, I would've gotten home just ay-okay! So I still can't believe you came all the way over" He lifted his hand forming that silly okay sign with his fingers, did anyone still do that? And as if to prove himself wrong, his feet weren't so great at balance and coordination like he thought they'd be gosh darn it. Her support really came in handy he was more than thankful, slightly leaning onto her with his arm draped around her shoulder and he flashed her a sheepish grin "See? Just fine~ I'm not wobbly, you are."

pcy: Chaeyoung threw him a quizzical look, lips pursed. "Mm. Sure I am." She muttered under her breath, unconvinced. The fact that she'd literally drop anything and everything and rush to his aid without much context spoke volume. She had always been the type to go out of her way to help others but not to this extent unless she cared for said person deeply. "Can you at least try not to pass out on me while I get us home, babe?" She asked, keeping her eyes fixed on the crowd of sweaty bodies again they'd have to tackle again if they wanted any means of freedom-or- quality air supply.

kji: He grinned when she looked at him, even with that expression she looked beyond adorable, or was he just being biased because he ended up liking this girl so much? Tomorrow, when he'll go step by step trying to remember how this night went, he'll be greatly touched, not even his previous ex would've went through such a great extent to come save him on a drunk night. "Mm I'm not even tired I promise" he mumbled in reassurance, even though his sleepy eyes told the differ. He was hit with a more awake energy when walking past through the crowd, turning his back more so towards the people that were far too close, shielding chaeyoung from anyone bumping in from his side, slightly wobbly yet he still managed, a loud sigh of relief followed once they were past the worst. "Phew.. Chaeyoung, when you said 'home' which home are we going to?"

pcy: Once they'd made it out into the streets safely, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, glad they'd made it out in one piece without anyone recognizing them. Even out in the streets she still found it somewhat difficult to hear. "Um.." she paused to think for a minute before answering again. "Mine? Well- actually, I can take you home if you remember how to get back. If not you can always crash at my place." She suggested as if it weren't really a big deal, though his question alone was already making her flustered when it shouldn't. Ahh be calm Chae-

kji: His eyes fall close for a second with a snicker erupting from his lips after all the words sunk into his head making some sense to him. "We're swapping places now are we?" Jongin referred to the night when he took the drunk chaeyoung back to his home, and how now it was the opposite of her taking care of him. A soft sigh emitted and he tilted his head to lay against hers, that way maybe his words wouldn't get swallowed up by all the other noise. "I can somewhat remember the way, it's not too far I purposely chose this place just in case this happened.. if we come back to mine, will you stay with me?" The last words were more so whispered, slurred speech but he was able to not stutter nor mess up. It was probably stupid asking her to stay over, but drunk jongin didn't want to part ways.

pcy: Chaeyoung kept her eyes trained on the road up ahead, teeth scraping the bottom of her lip. She could feel knots forming in the pit of her stomach from his question alone. He wanted her to spend the night with him?? It wasn't like this was the first time she had spent the night with him but even so it still made her feel some type of way. She figured she would decide when she got him home safely, so she gave his arm a soft reassuring squeeze and said, "Sure if you promise not to hog all the blankets~"

kji: Drunk thoughts were messier than ever even though in some way, in his state right now they made sense. One thing that didn't change, his want to be near her whenever he could get the chance. He grinned when she seemed to have accepted his suggestion, a lowkey offer he was hoping she wouldn't reject. "Aye, blanket, I'll be your blanket instead. As long as you stay in my arms your boyfriend will keep you warm" he exclaimed happily like the idiot he was right now, a slow sway of his arm that rose to point ahead in the direction of his dorm that was pretty much just around the corner, although with their slower pace might take a little bit longer than usual.

pcy: "Pfft. Is that so? Can I trust that you'll keep me warm /all/ throughout the night til morning?" She heard herself ask him, eyes rolling playfully, footsteps moving in time with his. Funny how she'd been over to his place a number of times yet still had trouble remembering how to get there. Thankfully, the weather seemed to be on their side tonight- not too hot, not too cool and it wasn't raining either so that was a plus! "Babe, can you walk okay? Do we need to stop for a moment?" She whispered softly, noticing a vacant park bench just a few steps away.

kji: "Mhhhm I won't let go of you for the whooole night. Do you need me to pinky promise?" He laughed raising his hand with his pinky finger up as if to seal the promised deal. Jongin made sure to show keep up, thankful to how patient and slow she was walking with him while he was also slightly leaning his weight on her too. Just on time, he didn't need much rest in all honesty, but he thought she might after struggling to help him walk. "Maybe just for five minutes? A super quick stop" he hummed with a nod of agreement, his feet already shuffling towards the bench ahead. This is where he unwraps his arm from around her shoulder to take a hold of her hand instead as he flops onto the bench.

pcy: The most idiotic grin formed and she linked pinkies with him and shook on it. "I hope you know, I take my pinky promises /very/ seriously." She warned, giving them a knowing look as she followed him over to the bench. "Who knows what punishment you'll have to suffer if you break it!" Chaeyoung took a seat beside him, lacing their fingers together and gave his warm hand a small squeeze, sneaking glances at him when he wasn't looking and looking away when he does but says nothing more.

kji: "Ohh no trust me babe, this pinky promise is a life or death type of promise. The most serious one I've made" he nodded his head a few times too many as they shook on it "But.. what are these punishments you're talking about?" His curiosity got to him in an instant questioning her ways, and even threw in a playful suggestive look before settling down. Her smaller hand fit so perfectly in his larger one, and the high school boy with a big crush side of him loved that fact so much. A wave of slight tiredness and just that drunken feel had him leaning his head onto her shoulder, a stupid smile forming just thinking about how they were actually acting like such a couple that they have become. It was really heartwarming and he couldn't get enough. To the point that he silently shifted again, and without a word pressed a soft kiss onto her cheek.

pcy: Chaeyoung had always been worried that a platonic friendship turned relationship would never work out but here they were- Jongin had proved wrong. She was just lucky she had found the right person at the right time, something many would kill to have. Small displays of affection such as the kiss he'd placed upon her cheek made her heart swell in the most wonderful way, and she turned her head slightly so she could catch his lips with her own, letting them linger there for a moment before pulling away, a smile on her lips. "What kind of punishment would it be if I told you beforehand, silly!"

kji: He loved it every time she sneakily turned her head for a kiss before he could pull away, like every other time, his heart fluttered a couple of times while the corners of his lips tugged into a smile mumbling something along the lines of her being insanely cute in his drunk not so understandable way. "A punishment that I'd be prepared for.. Curiosity will make me /want/ to get punished. Do you really want me to get in trouble?" he mumbled with a sly little grin, half closed eyes simply adoring her features this close up.

pcy: She returned his grin with a playful one of her own, leaning forward to peck his lips once more before responding with a quick 'I just might.' Chaeyoung had been known to show her more shy and "cutesy" side on screen, but Jongin- he had managed to bring most of her adorable side to the surface, one she rarely showed others. After pressing several kisses to his lips, Chaeyoung pulled away and brushed her thumb along his bottom lip, cleaning the sheen gloss she'd left there off. "I don't know how you did it, but somehow, sometime- you became an important person in my life. I hate it."

kji: For Jongin, right now sitting together with Chaeyoung so immersed in this conversation, with each other even, felt like they were the only two people in the world just sitting there. All those other drunk passerbys? Yeah, they barely even caught his eye. All those short and playful kisses filled his heart with the most heartwarming feelings he just couldn't explain it. And addition to all this sweetness, her next words tightened his chest. Happiness at its most, to be honest. His lips still puckered when her thumb swiped across just to give it a little peck too before a dopey smile appears. "I have no idea how I managed to do that either. You might hate it, but I'll love it for the both of us. You know what's funny.." he mumbled in his low tone "its a small secret you cant tell anyone okay?" he swayed a little while bringing his index finger to his lips as if to emphasise the secrecy. It also made him wonder would he hate himself tomorrow for spilling this out. "I used to always think to myself.. This girl is such a handful, stubborn, but adorable in so many different ways. Your way of reacting, responding.. it sucked I didn't want to admit that I was /that/ eager to stay around you when I maybe sort of did want that, a lot."

pcy: She blinked back at him, dumbfounded. Did she hear him correctly? Just to make sure, she made a show of it and dared herself to ask him again. Wait.. what? I'm sorry- I don't think I heard you correctly." If her ears weren't deceiving her, it was almost like he had liked her for awhile and had stuck around, clinging onto that slim chance that maybe just /maybe/ she would feel the same. "Your patience is something I envy. Thank you for not giving up on me despite me being much slower than others to pick up on y'know things.."

kji: His head was placed back on her shoulder, finding that spot extremely comfortable and allowed himself to close his eyes for a minute. A playful whine escaped his lips too when she asked to repeat "I can't remember half the things I just said, I don't know how to repeat that word by word.. but like, I didn't think of it much for a while" he continues after just telling her he couldn't remember anything. Drunk jongin was indeed a mess. "And at first I thought you'd be like the little sister I always wanted, y'know, someone I could tease around? Ones company that I really enjoyed. Until I started developing a crush. It was annoying, I didn't know what to do with myself" his sober self will be seriously facepalming himself in the morning with embarrassment.

pcy: Chaeyoung looked down at her feet and bit back another huge grin. Man did it feel great to hear such words come from the one person she treasured deeply. "Annoying little sister aye? I don't know whether I should take offense to that or if I should be proud that I had at some point managed to crawl myself out of the family zone." She muttered quietly, suppressing a laugh. "You do realize that zone is almost impossible to break out of right?" It was her turn to look at him now, quirking a brow in question genuinely curious as to whether or not he was aware of what he's just confessed. Chaeyoung decided in this moment that drunk jongin was cute.

kji: "Hm? Family zone?" it took a moment for him to actually get what she meant after getting so comfortable just leaning like this against her, everything felt so carefree. He shook his head with a bubbly laugh taking one sneak peek at her as he opened one eye just to see that she was glancing down at him, and this is when he flashed her his boyish grin. "But you know that was probably just me trying to convince myself, because things were a mess at some point back at that time. So I wonder if you ever were in that family zone anyway.. Man I don't even know, do you know how confusing it was when I felt my heart beating faster??" He even motioned so clumsily by lifting a hand, forming a fist to lightly tap it against his chest a few times.

pcy: A hand reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes while he spoke to her. His reactions always managed to surprise her. The answers to the questions she'd been wondering these past few months finally brought to light caught her by surprise. Was it bad that she was actually relieved he had never lumped her in that family zone?? "Yeah well if it means anything to you, our relationship wasn't what you would consider smooth sailing for me either. My feelings toward you- and confusion on top of that made it difficult to interact with you properly. Not sure if you even noticed.. but in any case-" she waved her hand someone dismissively once she'd remembered he probably wouldn't even recall a single word from this conversation they are having in the morning. "-we're here now. And that's all that really matters, love." She whispered into his hair, soft smile spreading across her face.

kji: Her soothing touch felt so nice, something about having ones hair touched by someone else that was so relaxing and calming. Caught up by her words though, he listened in quietly trying to decipher it word by word, did she just say that she had a rocky road with feelings too? He raised his head, tilting it to the side, some of his hair falling over his eyes once again after she brushed the strands away. "You too? I don't think I noticed it much, I mean I did feel just a biiiiit of something but I always thought of it as just you being you. Y'know, sassy Chaeyoung, she was present about ninety percent of the time" he joked as a chuckle arose from the back of his throat, and this time both his arms are thrown gently around her, his cheek pressed again hers too. "And I couldn't have asked for anything better in my life.. I was really worried, because of the news with krystal, I really thought it would throw you off. That time when we talked on your balcony." he admits another secret of his.

pcy: Chaeyoung stiffened at the mention of his ex girlfriend's name. Honestly, things like this shouldn't bother her but it did. A small part of her knew she was being silly for worrying about his past. But what if she couldn't live up to the bar Krystal had set? What if she couldn't make him happy like Krystal could? These worries easily displayed itself on her face. She had never been really good at hiding then anyways.

kji: Drunk jongin, so careless with his words just throwing everyrhing out into the open air, he shouldn't have mentioned his ex girlfriend. Now he was really going to scold himself tomorrow morning. And when she stayed silent, even in this state he knew that something wasn't right. "You've gone really quiet, baby girl" he mumbled with concern laced in his tone, slower move of his head tilting to the side so he could catch her gaze once again. "What's bothering you?"

pcy: "Huh?" His voice shook her out of her trance and she forced a small smile. "Oh it's nothing I was just thinking." She lied. Now whether she was convincing or not, that was left up to his interpretation.

kji: This topic was bound to come up at some point though, right? Or maybe not. Who cared about the past when there was so much more to look forward to in the future. "Mmm thinking about what?" Disbelief was held in his slurred voice, pursed lips and clueless gaze looking at her. "Did you want to talk about it?"

pcy: Chaeyoung honestly didn't want to ruin the mood they'd had going beforehand with her own worries and so she simply waved her hand dismissively and slowly rose to her feet. "Oh it's nothing! Don't worry! I just ate something bad and my stomach was cramping a bit." A nervous laugh escaped her, eyes wandering off to the side momentarily before they move to meet his again. "You ready to walk again?? I think I can see your apartment from here!" She chirped, trying her best to sound more cheerful despite the troubled look in her dark brown eyes. Maybe he didn't notice.

kji: While he was absolutely influenced by all the alcohol, with his speech slurred and his moves not as fast as usual, his mind could still process some things. So stubborn drunk boy still sensed something about the vibe that she was giving off, it made him feel uneasy was it really something that he said that bothered her maybe? He didn't want to leave it just at that, even if he couldn't remember it in the morning. Did she notice his concern? Her happy tone did sound a little strained, and so he only leaned back, a stupid lil smile on his face when he took a hold of his girlfriends hand, squeezing it a few times. "Im so ready to go home with you but Chaeyoung.. You know how much I care about you, if there's really something on your mind I'm here to talk it through, our relationship doesn't have to have just the happy side"

pcy: Talking about her own feelings had never been an easy thing for her. She disliked inconveniencing people most and Jongin was the first who persistently tried to convince her to rely on him more- to break out of her shell. To this day, it still took some getting used to since most stopped prodding her after the first signs of avoidance. "I just don't want you to look at me differently.. the little green monster in me that threatens to jump out isn't pretty- and I hate it.." She admitted quietly, drawing circles in the dirt with her foot. "I'm sorry- I must be saying strange things now huh?? Hey- it's getting cold out here.. why don't we continue this conversation once we're home okay??" She suggested, giving his arm a small nudge as if to say get a move on it!

kji: So there really was something on her mind, his lips jutted out slightly into a pout as she finally opened up - well, at least admitted. Jongin, after all these months of spending time with Chaeyoung, by this point he knew well how quick she was to avoid questions that wouldn't have a positive result in them, but even if they weren't in a relationship, he wanted to be there for her. "You might hate that lil monster but I don't, I want to hear it out. I always do. Pretty not pretty, we've been spending time together for how long now?" He ended up gently tugging on her hand again. "Punk, my opinions don't change so easily, I know you better than to think of something different if there's something that's making you feel bad" he promised, sober jongin would be so proud of him right now for managing not to mess up on words. He sat up, slightly swaying into her side before clumsily getting up onto his feet while pulling her with him "buuuut- promise you'll tell me at home though?"

pcy: His words were reassuring but even so, she couldn't help but hesitate before giving a small nod in reply to his request. After sliding an arm around his waist to support him better, Chaeyoung took a couple steps toward his home, thankful he was still somewhat coordinated and managed to walk fine. Soon enough, the pair arrived in front of his apartment and without thinking, Chaeyoung started to feel around his front pockets, then his back, searching for the key. "Babe, where did you put your key?"

kji: Maybe by the time they'd settle in back at his place he'd sober up just by a tad more to have a clearer mind, enough not to mess up on their serious conversation which he hoped she wasn't going to turn away from again. THE KEYS. Well dang, where did he actually placed them? A drunk mind was really unhelpful "oh maaaan, is it really not in any of my pockets?" He asked with a hopeful look, "Babe though~" he then mumbled with that same idiotic grin at the cute name she called him while helping her search, and finally - there it was, somewhere at the bottom of his bag. Luckily it was there at least, what a disaster it would've been. Jongin was known for losing things so easily, surprised he didn't lose his head yet. Anyway, he struggled big time getting the key into the hole but a few painful moments later, the door opened, and he stumbled inside with her already nudging his shoes off.

pcy: The look on his face spoke volume in itself and Chaeyoung couldn't help but shake her head slowly in disappointment, muttering a 'what am I going to do with you?' under her breath. Her brows knitted together some, eyes narrowing right at him when he mentioned something about the pet name that had accidentally slipped just seconds again. "Jongin- Focus!" She screeched, motioning from the locked door to himself. After much struggle, the two manage to make it inside, and Chaeyoung was quick to lock the door behind them in case anyone tried to run in with them. Yea, people are crazy like that. Chaeyoung helped him take off his shoes then left his side to take off her own. "Do you want to change into something more comfortable first? Or would you like some water to drink?"

kji: Oops, jongin will really have to thank his girlfriend for being the most patient person with him and his struggles. And also a mental reminder not to go drinking for a long while, the headache he'll get tomorrow with a hangover will be one heck of a pain. Once Chaeyoung helped him out of his shoes, he stretched out and rubbed his eyes a little. It felt good to be in the comfort of his own home, private, away from the public eye. "No worries I got this!" He exclaimed cheerfully and so confidently too while struggling to get out of his shirt as he waddled further into the living room, closer to the couch, all that heat - he didn't want to deal with it. Finally, jongin managed to slip the material off without much thought to it, turning around to her with a small grin. "But I'd like some water. Please- my throat is so dry what in the world"

pcy: She gave him a weird look, clearly unconvinced. He only further confirmed her worries when he started waddling off toward the living room with his head stuck in his shirt. He was like.. a five year old boy who needed constant supervision or something bad would go wrong. "Promise me you won't break anything while I go get you that okay?" It cane out as more of a statement than a question and after giving him one last look, she disappeared behind the corner and returned shortly afterwards with a glass of water, holding it out to him, urging him to take it.

kji: His shirt went flying across the couch, and one could definitely see his aiming was just as bad as his walking seeing that the material just slipped off the armrest and onto the floor. He could see why she was so concerned about him breaking things, but that only made him break into an amused chuckle "Aye captain, I won't touch a thing" he promised her. But not even a minute went by after she disappeared into the kitchen when the remote control accidentally went flying off the couch just like that shirt, why was he so clumsy?! Now he was left with a task to grab that one rebellious battery that fell out and went rolling under the sofa. So there he was, splat on the floor attempting to get it from underneath.

pcy: Chaeyoung stood there dumbfounded, blinking back at his starfish like figure a couple times, not quite sure what to make out of it. Since he was preoccupied at the moment, she set the glass of water onto the coffee table and knelt down beside him. "What... exactly are you doing down there?" She dared herself to ask, giving his shoulder a small poke.

kji: Was it odd that he found the floor quite comfortable? It was a lazy move but he finally got the battery out from underneath, shooting it up in victory as he held the small item in between his fingers however the unexpected voice from behind managed to startle the drunk boy, and so he whacked his head slightly to the couch when he flinched. "I-- This thing just went flying under, the others would hate me if they came back to a dead remote control" jongin grinned and rolled onto his back, rubbing the slightly pained spot on his forehead just to see her staring from above. "Hi my pretty doll"

pcy: His antics whether they were purposeful or not was quite entertaining to watch. Even though it was mean to laugh, Chaeyoung was unable to fight the laugh that bubbled in her throat in response to his clumsiness though she was probably to blame for startling him. "Hey, you. You alright there?" She murmured softly, fingers lightly brushing against the area that made him grimace in discomfort. "You know, had this been any of my members they probably would've just let it be so I'd say you're pretty nice for risking your life retrieving that thing- I mean look at this battle wound!"

kji: He was pretty entertained himself at his stupidity, he really shouldve just left it there why in the heck did he not just flop onto the couch. Although he purposely let out a quiet whine at the sound of her laughter, adding in a pout too just for the sake of his dramatic act. "I think your boyfriend is just slightly traumatised. You know what I heard? A kiss apparently makes just about anything better" a cheesy flirty phrase he thought he'd thrown in, voice almost a hushed whisper with her this close, she was like an angel - making everything better with her gentlest touch. "Yeah? I probably shouldve left it be too, thought I'd play hero just for this time though. Don't they say scars are somewhat attractive? What's your opinion on that?" He cracked a small grin, he doubted there'd even be any visible red spot by tomorrow morning let alone a scar.

pcy: Chaeyoung arched her eyebrows in amusement. "Oh? And who told you that, love?" She asked, taking a seat beside him, a lazy grin cast his way. This had been the first time she'd seen him drunk and if she were being honest it was highly entertaining to say the least. "This kiss you speak of- did it tell you if there was a certain type that does the most healing?" He could probably tell from the tone in her voice that she was teasing him. "I think you look handsome with or without battle scars. You're still the Kim Jongin I fell for and that's all that really matters."

#kairose drabbles #fluff #drunk jongin #jongin #kim jongin #exo kai #kai #rose #kairose #blackpink chaeyoung #blackpink rose #park chaeyoung

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considergoldenkamuy · 5 years

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Hi! Could I request a Kirawus SFW and NFSW (If you want) HC with a small and cute fem reader but she is a master fighter/hunter? Thank u! (sorry for my awful english, isn’t my first language).

i love kirawus so much holy hell also don’t worry about your english i’ve already learned to decipher the modern version of cuneiform by talking to some native english speakers online. that shit’s impossible. i think you’re fine so it’s kind of weird for me to say this but if you want help at any point with english feel free to let me know, but keep in mind i only know american english tho i sometimes use british english spelling. just sfw!

what a good boy

okay so kirawus isn’t the hovering type of s/o

like of course he’s gonna fret over you a bit at first bc he’s a worrier fite me on that

but like if you prove yourself to be real real good at fighting and hunting he’s just

“well shit okay”

he ain’t gonna worry no more hun, he trusts you

kirawus is v v trusting, i already said that but seriously. you’ve proven yourself to be capable of protecting yourself, if nothing else

so he’s gonna be okay with you leaving for longer periods of time as long as he knows generally where and why so if way too much time has passed, then he’s gonna get real worried

also he brings you on hunting trips

he’s an observant guy, very practical about stuff so he’s acute to recognizing the emotions you’re going through

like he picks that shit up real fast and that’s when he’s really gonna be following you around, especially if it’s a not-good feeling

blinked one too many times? must be anxious

twitched your nose? must be uncomfortable

that sorta thing

and he’s gonna be following you around a lot more and talking more

i feel like kirawus isn’t the type to always talk with you, he’s on the more quiet side. he’s real fuckin smooth when he wants to be, but for the most part it’s the occasional chat. otherwise it’s gestures and actions that he uses to get his points across

not super into pda but he’s okay with lowkey stuff like back hugs and hand holding

other stuff is pretty exclusive and when you’re either alone with him or back in the village and not out hunting or on some other new weird shenanigans with hijikata and co

because believe me kirawus is bringing you with him when he leaves his village, y’all trust each other but he doesn’t want to be away from you for that long without knowing how you’re doing and vice versa

fucking sap

ushiyama probably questioned your capabilities and whether or not you’d hold the group back but believe me you probably punched him real fucking hard in the gut and he was just “okay she’s good to go”

kirawus being a proud husband in the bg w this stupid fucking grin he’s not even bothering to try and hide

like even if you two aren’t there yet, the way you two act you may as well just be a fuckin married couple

kirawus tends to be pretty lowkey about being in a relationship since he doesn’t really see why he’d need or want to bring it up during conversation unless it’s the topic or he’s asked directly

so actually not a lot of people realized you were in a relationship until asirpa spotted small mannerisms of an ainu couple and asked about it after the whole anehata thing ended

sugimoto probably spat out his food in surprise bc wtf he didn’t even notice

let’s be honest it was probably kirawus giving you a lil knife w fancy-ass engravings on the side

cuz y’all

y’all

he loves you too much to not do that

fun fact ainu people in a relationship give each other gifts after engagement and ainu knives is one of them

arguments typically end up with a long silent period no matter who stormed out first or shouted the last word

things simmer down eventually though and things go on as if nothing ever happened, even tho you two are probably still thinking about it

will probably talk it over if neither of you are busy and you’re alone bc he’s not talking shit out with someone else there he feels uncomfortable

and this will turn out better than the argument, likely a more tame debate of sorts

and things will settle and everything is better now

he still loves you btw

#golden kamuy #golden kamui #golden kamuy imagine #golden kamui imagine #golden kamuy headcannons #kirawus #kirawus headcannons

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kindofsharethat · 7 years

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so last night people were sharing stories of how they became larries and i thought i’d make a big (emphasis on big) ol list of them because i found them really fun to read

I've been a 1D fan since 2013 and my sister and i always thought that l&h looked so good together but only the bromance and we're like "omg larries destroyed their friendship poor eleanor 1!1!1!", then in 2015 the "i'm gay pretty unfortunate isn't eleanor ?" happened and i was like WHAAT???? and i ended up searching more and more about larry (bc it was the only thing that came to my mind) and i found the videos and then i told my sister and then here we are.

I became a larrie because someone in my dash who rarely post about 1D posted the first louis/fred pic and tagged it babygate. So I went looking into the tag and found everything. I had doubt but then i saw the moment where H touch L arm and i was in! I actually became a fan of the music after. I've done everything in reverse with this band! But when i entered the fandom in feb2016 and i was hopping to see it all end like a month later! But hey, still here! And loving it mostly! End it!

it was 2011 and my friend told me she had found a really good song and the singers were so cute, she showed me wmyb video and i spent the whole day listening to it and then in the evening i wanted to find out more about these 5 guys. i started watching video diaries ans i was looking for the next one but i accidentally clicked "best larry moments" video aaand the rest is history

I became a larrie after aimh tweet hits 2m and everyone on all of my social media started freaking out even though I didn't follow any 1D blogs so I started search about them and now I'm here also at that time I was kinda homophobic 'cause I live in russia and grown up in middle eastern family and now I'm proud lesbian who knows a lot about LGBTQ+ history so thank you to my larents and 1D for making me gay lol 🌈💕

i was a fan since 2011 but didnt know about larry bc i was young and didnt have any social media but around 2013-2014 my friend showed me the "are you and louis dating" vid and i was like the mr krabs meme bc i just couldnt understand why larry would have to be covered up so i went home and watched "why elounor is fake" videos and my eyes were open and ever since that day ive been a larrie and i regret not knowing sooner but im here now !!

i saw the daddy daddy cool tweet and was like dude that's the wrong type of daddywtf? & I hadn't heard about a pregnancy? then a week later I had read the treatise and had a side blog and watched all the freddieismyqueen videos & was in way too deeeep lol. I've never been around when they weren't on the break even, I'm so confused about how I got here but now I can't escape 😝I had never even listened to their music before but then I also did that and was like damn they're so good?!

I just remembered going out once and being quite tipsy when DMD video came on so I pointed to Louis and Harry and said 'they're in love, but shh nobody can know' and one of my friends looked at me with a WTF?? expression on her face and said 'but I thought that was common knowledge'. Mind you, she still doesn't even know their names, let alone anything else. That was around the time bg was still a fresh wound and I'll never forget it bc it was so nice to hear it and also my hangover was a bitch.

I got interested in 1D right after their last concert, like right on Halloween. I became a Larrie that very same day too, right after i read Dan Wattpad's infamous "Harry and Louis hate each other". I saw articles floating around saying how they were enemies, reason for Zayn leaving...blah blah. I was sceptical, then i came across the famous OTRA hug, and i was like, no fucking way they hate each other, not with how they are hugging. I then delved into YT and discovered freddieismyqueen. Bless.

I joined july 2014 (2 months after they 've passed my country ouch) and was instantly hooked because this shit is like crack. Today I'm the darkest larrie that exists preaching the word for everyone who'll listen. I can WAIT for their CO because I have a party prepared? I literally have a wine since 2014 in my cellar that I'm only going to open the day they're free, I have nauthical theme stocked for the party. My friends just know that they have to come and that I'll be crying the whole month!!

weirdly enough i became a larry cos of that stupid channel 4 documentary id never heard of larry or gay shipping or whatever before that and i saw that and i was very mr krabs meme and i looked into it saw that it wasn't evil and gross like they were portraying it and never turned back

I joined the fandom in late 2012 and I wasn't a larrie but I wasn't an anti either i just hadn't looked into it but then i remember during the confirmation of bg on gma i felt bad for harry and i didnt really know why and I was surprised by my own reaction. Then with bg going on I started to realise that none of that could be real I did my research and I've been a larrie ever since :)

I joined the fandom in 2012, used to think Elounor was real but just because I never looked into it and I knew some people thought Larry was real at the time so I checked this insta page that debunked Elounor and I have no regrets 💙💚

When I become a 1D fan, in 2012, I liked elounor and I liked Eleanor unfortunately. I was not that into fandom things so I wasn't paying attention to details. But my whole view changed in 2014 when they came to South America for the WWAT and all those rumors in Argentina with the hotel room and Brazil that was an experience and I was like "ok something is happening here between them" and here I am, 4 years later and going strong as a larrie. I'm on the winning team 😌💅🏼

I became a larrie when my friend first introduced me to fanfiction. I read a larry one and was totally amazed by it. After that, I switched between het ones and larry ones, but always came back to larry. After that, I simply became obsessed with the pair, something that made me fall in love with the band and all of them. I watched the dairies and everything, and just saw how clear their infatuation was. Tumblr and a lot of other sites just simply proved the theory even more. No regrets ❤

i became a larrie late novemeber after a month of being in the 1d fandom. i watched freddieismyqueen videos and other proofs for hours everyday (especially over thanksgiving break)

I wasn't even a fan of 1D, but while I was looking for pictures of them to do a collage for a friend, I found one in which Louis and Harry were looking at each other and, damn, I can't explain what I felt, I just knew it. So, I was trying to figure out if I was the only one thinking there was something between this two, and it turned out I wasn't! I discovered tumblr, and I spent 3 days reading post, watching videos and proofs and...here I am, 3 years after, being the larriest larrie

I became a 1d fan when uan tour had just started and like. I watched all the damn youtube videos in about a week and I noticed that in the video diaries on the stairs they were so ~cozy, and they were so Extra™ on stage and hl weren't like that with the other boys. They just emanated the feelings I suppressed: Ultra Gay. And yeah. That's how it Began for me

I became a larrie when I watched the behind the scenes of wmyb and Louis was saying "I've gotta say it" and Harry was all over him and hid his face in Louis' shoulder and said "no!"

Same like that previous anon i hadnt even considered two guys being more than friends bc of where i grew up. But just watching proof videos of them for a while i kind of realized how in love they were. Thats when i started thinking about how different and colorful the world actually is compared to what I've learned from the people i grew up around

I became a larrie when my friend and I would watch their video diaries together, and I would see the way h&l acted with each other. I mentioned it to my friend and she was like yeah, Larry, and she showed me one YouTube video so I spent weeks watching every single one I could find, all these years later and I've come to accept theres no way to crawl out of this 😂

are we sharing larrie stories? my friend became a fan early 2012 (and a larrie) and was adamant on making me on too, and I finally gave in summer 2013. I rmr the day after TCAs that year, niall tried to do a twitcam and idr how but some article got written abt the twitcam that included a link to those 'you just have to pay attention' videos. I marathoned them all, and it was that arm moment that zayn failed to hide that #sealed it. though my friend gave me the skinny on haylor back in 2012~

i was like a super casual fan since their first album. my friend introduced them to me cuz she was crushing on zayn. i just knew their music but not actually them. i became a larrie during weedgate. weird timing, i know. i saw it on the news and got curious about what was going on. saw the video then got to know about the boys individually through past vids. i started from the very start from the xf vid diaries. those two, not subtle AT ALL. and well, the rest was history.

i was in entirely different fandom back in 2014, but one of my follower turns into a liam stan and starts to post about 1d and there was a post about how harry and louis can't touch each other and i thought that was really weird weren't they bandmates?? then i started digging around and stumble into a treatise blog. here i am now hahaha

I got into this fandom because of my best friend. She showed me week 4 diary video... and I was like are those two in a relationship?? I pointed at louis and harry and she said no why? And I was like I don't know they seem cozy together and I pointed out that harry was staring at louis lips... she didn't believe me first but now she is a larrie😂 So basically I got into this fandom knowing larry is real

I became a fan of the boys 4 years ago. I read about Larry and that fans believed they were together so I went on YouTube and saw some videos and read some stories (I think it was here on tumblr??) and I immediately believed they were together. There wasn't a particular moment for me, it was a lot of things. Probably, above all, the way they looked at each other. They never looked at someone else so fondly. And 4 years later I keep saying the same thing 💖

for me, i always thought louis was gay from way back in 2011 but i didn't really think of harry's sexuality cause i wasn't like a stan i was just a casual fan [which is why it confuses me when people say that if larry isn't real, louis is straight and horrible, no...he still gay as hell babe]. anyway i became a larrie cause i used to really follow celeb gossip and when the news dropped, gossip sites/tabloids kept mentioning harry and larries everywhere so i decided to investigate and...here i am

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