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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: request by @willowbrookesblog after reading my NSFW alphabet :')

Warnings: 18+!!! SMUT. pwp really. threesome, some spanking, choking, DVP - do I need to go on?

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Sigtryggr

summary: You and Sihtric wanted a threesome with Sigtryggr, and Finan's party happened to be just the right time and the right place.

wordcount: 4,1k

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'You're pretty damn hot, pretty boy.'

'Did you see him?' Sihtric grinned at you as you downed another shot, his arms circled around your waist, pressing your body firmly against his.

'I have,' you said with a cheeky smile, 'you up for it?'

'If it please you, my love,' Sihtric smiled, 'you know I'll do anything to drive you wild,' he chuckled in your ear and tugged your earlobe gently with his teeth.

'Hm' you hummed and bit down on your lip, 'we should make our move now then,' you said and took Sihtric's hand, 'he went upstairs on his own. If we block his way…'

'Then he'll walk in on us,' Sihtric laughed and shook his head lightly, 'you really planned this, didn't you?'

'Well, I didn't plan it,' you snorted, 'but I fantasised, yes,' you admitted.

'You better not fantasise too much, lady,' Sihtric grabbed your chin, playfully but firmly, 'I'm still your only man, yeah?'

'You are, my love,' you giggled and pecked his smirking lips, 'you know you are the only one for me, Sihtric. But the idea of having Sigtryggr with us, just once,' you exhaled sharply, 'it makes me so wet.'

'I know,' Sihtric licked his lips, 'I can't deny he's good looking. And if this gets you going, I'm all game.'

'And that is why you're the only one for me,' you smiled and kissed his lips again.

'Anything for you, my love,' Sihtric smiled.

He quickly drank two more shots before you pulled him with you, up the stairs, leaving Finan's loud party downstairs behind you. Apparently Sigtryggr had gone upstairs because someone called him, and you both heard him speak in one of the bedrooms, his calm voice muffled by a closed door. You pulled Sihtric closer, and he pinned your hands up against the wall as he made out with you, across from the room Sigtryggr was in.

And you didn't need much to get aroused as your own boyfriend, Sihtric, was already enough to make you a horny mess almost every day. He was more than enough to please you. But once, during a boring night, you had both confessed a threesome with Sigtryggr was an interesting thought. And when you heard he was single again since the last time you had seen him, you and Sihtric would try your luck tonight.

Sihtric had easy access, as your skirt was short and your panties easy to pull to the side.

'You're already so fucking wet,' Sihtric breathed in your ear as his fingers played with your wet folds, slowly sliding two digits in and out of you.

'Fuck,' you sighed, letting your head rest upon his shoulder as he kept your arms pinned above you with his other hand, 'I need your cock in me, so badly, please,' you begged.

'Patience, my love,' he whispered, a tone of amusement lingered, 'you'll have me, no matter what, don't worry.'

'Sihtric, please-' you begged, bucking your hips against his.

Then the bedroom door suddenly opened.

'Oh, shit,' Sigtryggr said with a light chuckle, 'sorry, didn't mean to interrupt...'

He stared at the two of you as you both stared at him. Sigtryggr was handsome, incredibly good looking to be honest since he changed his appearance. His hair was recently cut short and braided, with the sides shaved. And his bright smile with those piercing blue eyes, which popped with that hint of eyeliner; he simply aroused you. Almost the same way as Sihtric aroused you, whose eyeliner was on point tonight as well, as was his half shaved haircut. But Sihtric was your man, and no one could ever take his place in your life, not even a guy like Sigtryggr. And Sihtric was well aware of your undying loyalty.

'Care to join?' you breathed after a short moment, and gave the somewhat shocked man a wink.

Sigtryggr opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Sihtric pulled his hand away from you, and brought his wet fingers up to his lips.

'I promise she tastes delicious,' Sihtric said and licked his fingers, 'this is your only chance, you'll regret it if you won't take it,' he said with a cocky look on his face, keeping you close.

'Fuck,' Sigtryggr scoffed lightly and he laughed, rubbing his hand over his slightly flushed cheek as he shoved his phone in his backpocket. 'You guys serious?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled and looked back at you, 'my girl needs to be taken care of.'

'Babe,' you moaned, finally shoving your hands under Sihtric's shirt as you looked at his scarred cheek, 'I need you to fuck me, please.'

'Damn,' Sigtryggr bit down on his lip, looking back and forth between you and Sihtric, 'can't handle her on your own?' he asked the love of your life, teasingly.

'I can handle her just fine,' Sihtric's eyes darkened as he suddenly felt threatened, for no real reason, and he pulled you hard against his chest, 'you can join, but you better remember she's mine only,' he hissed.

'Hey, man. I have no intention of stealing your lady,' Sigtryggr said earnestly, 'but I'm all down for a good time.'

'You think you can handle us both, my love?' Sihtric purred in your ear as he pushed you towards the bedroom.

'I want you to fuck me both,' you mewled as Sihtric shoved you past Sigtryggr, 'just once I want to feel two cocks inside of me, please,' you begged.

'We'll fill you up,' Sihtric grinned, then looked back at Sigtryggr, who was still standing outside the door, trying to grasp the situation, 'won't we?' Sihtric asked him.

Sigtryggr smirked and stepped back into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Sihtric took off your top, leaving you dressed in only your short skirt and a risky, lace bra. You felt his hands all over you as he kissed you from head to toe and back, letting Sigtryggr watch as Sihtric knew how to treat you well. Sigtryggr clearly enjoyed the sight, leaning back against the wall, and Sihtric was quick to kiss your lips and shove you towards the other man. Sihtric pushed your back up against Sigtryggr's chest, who chuckled lightly and settled his hands on your waist, while Sihtric kissed you eagerly. You moaned against your boyfriend's lips as he pressed his hips against yours, allowing you to feel how hard he was. His cock desperate to be freed from his clothes. And with that same move, he pushed your buttocks against Sigtryggr's crotch, who felt equally as hard as Sihtric, and you squirmed between their strong bodies as you felt their hands and heavy breaths on your skin.

Sihtric moved his hand up into your hair, grabbing a fistful to give you a firm tug, tilting your head slightly up and to the side, allowing Sigtryggr to kiss your exposed neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, but Sihtric was quick to silence you with a kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth with ease. While Sihtric's hands trailed down your body, Sigtryggr took over the grip onto your hair and gave you another firm tug, causing you to gasp and break the kiss with Sihtric.

'You guys are freaky, huh?' Sigtryggr laughed when Sihtric pulled you towards the bed.

'We're just getting started,' you purred after Sihtric threw you on the bed, who chuckled, satisfied at the sight of you.

Your hair was already a mess, your lipstick was smudged and you looked like the perfect toy with that short skirt and knee high socks. And Sihtric was a hot mess all the same. Already running out of breath, his lips, cheeks and neck stained with your red lipstick, claiming him and only him with the print of your lips on his skin, as Sigtryggr was free of any red smudges.

'You're so pretty, baby,' Sihtric whispered, stealing another light stained kiss from your lips before he stepped back and took off his shirt.

He threw his shirt on the floor as Sigtryggr walked over, who was eyeing your boyfriend up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your man's toned body.

'Damn,' Sigtryggr smirked, pulling Sihtric towards him by his belt loops, checking him out again as he did, 'you're pretty damn hot, pretty boy,' he husked and bit down on his lip.

'Yeah?' Sihtric scoffed with a cocky look as he pulled Sigtryggr's shirt, 'show me what you got then.'

Sigtryggr hummed and took off his own shirt, throwing it onto the floor as well, and he pulled Sihtric closer again. Sihtric moved his hands up over Sigtryggr's equally toned chest, to his neck, and he took his face with his tattooed fingers.

'You're pretty fucking hot yourself,' Sihtric rasped, earning another soft hum from Sigtryggr.

Your mouth fell open, your head was spinning and you felt your pulse inside your wet slit as you watched how both men trailed their big, rough hands over each other's arms and torsos, before they crashed into the hottest, sloppiest kiss possible. Sihtric brought his hands up to Sigtryggr's neck, deepening the kiss while Sigtryggr grabbed onto your Dane's dark curls, moaning into each other's mouths as the kiss got more and more heated and sloppy.

'And a good kisser too,' Sihtric smirked after he broke the kiss, and licked his lips as he looked at Sigtryggr.

Both men smiled at each other with heavy-lidded eyes, while they hummed softly upon each other's touch.

'You're a good kisser yourself too,' Sigtryggr murmured, smiling.

You looked at both men as they leaned in for another kiss, and you quickly cleared your throat.

'Guys,' you scoffed, 'really?' you threw your hands up, frustrated that both men seemed to have forgotten that you were the one who begged for them. And now they were all over each other while you sat there on the bed, almost naked, soaking wet and completely ignored.

'Oh, fuck, baby,' Sihtric spoke softly with his low voice and chuckled, 'sorry, kitten,' he hummed as he climbed in bed with you, cupping your cheeks to kiss you just as deeply and sloppy as he had kissed Sigtryggr just yet. And he made you forget your complaints as you moaned against his lips.

'You're sexy too, my love,' Sihtric smiled sweetly. He leaned in closer, then whispered softly, only for you to hear, 'I love you, lady. You're my number one, don't forget that, baby girl,' he gave you another sweet smile and pecked your lips as Sigtryggr joined you on the bed.

'I'm not out to steal your man either,' Sigtryggr smiled at you, and he pulled you in for a hot kiss.

Sihtric took your hands and guided them to unbutton his skinny jeans, while he unbuttoned Sigtryggr's jeans and watched how you two kissed each other, and it made him even more aroused.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed, and he leaned in, joining the kiss.

Both men got a hold of your chin, constantly pulling your lips towards their own as they tried to kiss you at the same time. You all felt and tasted each other's tongues in the sloppy, desperate threeway kiss. And the air grew thick with moans, sighs and grunts as you all stripped each other fully of the remaining clothes, while desperately fighting over each other's lips and tongues.

Sihtric threw your legs over his shoulders and held your hips firmly in place, pressing soft, wet kisses to your core before he licked, kissed, sucked and pleased you with his mouth and tongue. Sigtryggr's hands trailed all over your body, and soon your heavy breathing turned into heavy moans.

'Oh, fuck, Sihtric,' you moaned, 'baby, please, yes, right there, fuck!' you pulled his hair, earning a hard, heavy moan from your lover as you arched your back.

Meanwhile Sigtryggr kissed your neck, your shoulder and then brought his lips to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue, and you moaned hard at the feeling of both men enjoying you while you enjoyed them.

'Oh my fucking god,' you cried out, one hand pulling Sihtric's hair as your other hand grabbed onto Sigtryggr's bicep.

'Fuck, I'm gonna cum!' you screamed, and right after the words spilled from your lips, you came on Sihtric's tongue, who drank you in with a satisfied moan as if you were his source of life, and he had been dying for you.

You heard both men chuckle at your dishevelled state, and after they gave you a short moment to catch your breath, they each took one hand and pulled you up to sit on the bed as they towered over you, standing next to the bed. And without a single word, you took Sihtric's hard length in your mouth, sucking him slowly yet eager. Just the way you knew he loved it, driving him crazy with your swollen-kissed lips around his cock. At the same time, you worked Sigtryggr with your hand, making both men a heavy, moaning and cursing mess.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed, one hand in your hair as his other hand grabbed Sigtrygrr's chin, pulling him in for another sloppy kiss, granting you with the insanely hot view as you sucked Sihtric off.

Both men sucked and bit each other's lips as they kissed, and it didn't take long before you swallowed Sihtric's warm cum down your throat, and you wiped your mouth with a grin before he kissed you eagerly.

'I love you,' Sihtric rasped, 'I fucking love you, kitten,' he smiled and brushed his fingertips over your flushed cheeks.

And just as Sigtryggr wanted to take Sihtric's place, using your mouth for his pleasure, your handsome, sweaty Dane stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.

'Woah there, handsome,' Sihtric said with darkened eyes as he got up in Sigtryggr's face, 'you're not getting any closer to my girl unless you wear a condom, you got that?'

You giggled at your protective boyfriend, the alpha-male in the room, and pulled him down on the bed with you, making out with him as he recovered, while Sigtryggr searched the bedroom. And he was in luck, as he found a whole pack of condoms in a drawer.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed as he pulled you on top of him, 'I love you, baby,' he nuzzled your nose softly and pecked your lips, cheek and the tip of your nose, making you giggle again.

'I love you too, Sihtric,' you smiled, brushing your lips lightly over his, 'I want you inside me, pretty boy,' you sighed when you felt he was ready for you again.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled, holding your face in his hands, kissing your lips occasionally, 'you want both of us inside your tight pussy?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, desperately, while taking in Sihtric's familiar length, and he groaned lightly at the feeling, smiling at you with his lips parted as he held your hips.

'This position?' Sigtryggr asked as he joined you both on the bed again, after he overheard your conversation.

'Yes. She will only face me when we fuck her,' Sihtric said sternly, 'and you will not say her name, or anything along those lines. And no anal! She doesn't like that,' Sihtric stressed, 'I swear I will cut your-'

'Sihtric,' you chuckled softly, hushing him with a kiss, 'I think you made your point, babe.'

'All fine by me,' Sigtryggr smiled, and you gasped when you felt his hands on your waist, grabbing you firmly as he positioned himself behind you.

'You used lube?' you quickly asked, looking back over your shoulder.

'Found that too and used it,' Sigtryggr reassured you, 'ready?'

'Yeah,' you smiled.

Sihtric was quick to take your chin, redirecting your eyes back to his.

'Hey,' Sihtric said softly but seriously, 'eyes on me, baby girl. I'm your man, yeah?'

'Yeah,' you sighed and quickly nodded, your hands moving up to his broad shoulders.

'Say it, baby,' he demanded.

'You're my man,' you smiled, sweetly and in love as you looked down into his mismatched eyes, 'I love you, and only you - oh, fuck!' you suddenly exclaimed as Sigtryggr gently pushed his cock inside you, stretching you up further as Sihtric was already inside you.

'Relax, my love,' Sihtric cooed as both men felt your walls tighten around them, 'be a good girl for me, and relax,' he said and kissed your lips softly, 'are you my good girl?'

'Y-yeah,' you inhaled sharply as both men filled your pussy up completely.

'That's it,' Sihtric smiled, keeping his eyes locked with yours, 'such a good girl.'

Sihtric alone already made your knees weak, hearing the man behind you groan with pleasure made your head spin, and you felt lightheaded when both men started thrusting into you, gently easing you into the feeling. And you quickly became eager and impatient, as the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans aroused you intensely. The pain soon became pleasant as you became more wet with each grunt you heard.

'Fuck,' you moaned, 'you boys like that?' you chuckled.

'Yeah,' Sigtryggr moaned in your ear as Sihtric hummed with a smile underneath you.

'Is it good for you, kitten?' Sihtric husked.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'so fucking good, oh, fuck.'

You surrendered completely to them, feeling their warm hands grabbing your hips as they fucked you gently, gradually speeding up their pace. Your body trembled at the intense pleasure you felt, and as Sigtryggr moved one hand up into your hair, giving you a tug to which you moaned, Sihtric took Sigtryggr's other hand, and you watched how your lover slowly sucked the other man's fingers, to which you all groaned.

'You like it, baby?' you asked Sihtric, who lightly wrapped his hand around your throat as he watched you on top of him.

'Yeah,' he breathed, 'you take us so well,' he hummed.

You laughed and rocked your hips against both men, earning a few hard, heavy moans from them, until Sihtric suddenly pushed Sigtryggr away from you. And before you could react, Sihtric flipped you over and picked you up effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms were around his neck, and you kissed his lips, swallowing his moan when he pushed his cock back inside you again as he leaned back against a wall. You threw your head back, being fucked good, and you felt Sigtryggr's hands on you again as he breathed down your neck.

'Fuck me,' you breathed, 'I want you both to fucking use me.'

'You heard her,' Sihtric grunted as he looked at Sigtryggr behind you.

A strangled moan left your mouth when you felt both men inside you again. And their pace became relentless, your body held in place as you were pressed between theirs. Your head resting back onto Sigtryggr's shoulder as your hands held onto Sihtric's shoulders, allowing them to ravage you completely.

'Fuck, you feel good, doll,' Sigtryggr moaned after a short while, and Sihtric suddenly slapped the man's face, hard.

'Don't speak to my girl,' he said with ragged breath, staring Sigtryggr dead in the eyes.

'Slap me again, pretty boy,' Sigtryggr husked, 'and I'll take it out on your girl.'

'Guys, please,' you moaned, their useless rivalry arousing you insanely.

Sihtric breathed hard and slapped him again, to which Sigtryggr was quick to push deep inside you, hard, making you scream and laugh as your nails dug into Sihtric's shoulders.

'Oh, fuck!' you gasped, 'm- more!'

Both men smirked at each other, and you enjoyed the sight of Sigtryggr's hand around Sihtric's throat. And your man became a weak, moaning mess when you pulled his hair as Sigtryggr squeezed his throat, until Sihtric suddenly lost his grip on you with a short, sharp, raspy inhale.

'Back off!' you immediately ordered Sigtryggr, who listened and moaned as he pulled out of you.

Your feet found the floor, your shaky legs barely holding you up, and you checked on Sihtric, who had brought himself down to his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

'You good, babe?' you breathed as hard as him while you cupped his cheeks.

'Y-yeah,' Sihtric smiled at you, 'was just a little intense, love. All good. You, baby?'

'I'm good,' you sighed, and you both chuckled before you kissed softly, 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' he whispered and left wet kisses on your neck and shoulders, 'tell me what you want.'

'On the bed,' you said, and you took his hand.

You beckoned Sigtryggr over as you sat up on your knees, with Sihtric in front of you, up on his knees as well. Sigtryggr moved behind you, his back against the bed's headboard as he awaited your next words.

'Again, like we just did,' you said, out of breath, 'but no more choking!' you gave Sigtryggr a threatening look over your shoulder, 'at least, not that hard,' you giggled.

You gasped, smiling, when both men entered you again, slowly, before picking up their previously ravaging pace. Sigtryggr's hands held your hips firmly as Sihtric held your waist with his loving grip, and you took his chin as your other hand held onto his dark, messy, sweaty hair.

'Fuck me, baby,' you smiled against Sihtric's lips, who moaned desperately at your words, not being able to speak.

'Kiss each other for me?' you asked him sweetly in between heavy breaths.

Sihtric moved his hand up Sigtrygrr's neck as he kept his grip on your waist, and he pulled the man closer, both pressing their bodies against yours as they kissed, hot and heavy, their pace soon becoming as sloppy as their kiss. You felt Sihtric's hand slide down your waist to your clit, stimulating you in the right way as both men felt their climax approach deep inside your warm, wet, tightness. Your body trembled again as you tensed up, clenching your walls around both men, who moaned hard into each other's mouths, resting their foreheads against each other as they both kept one hand on the back of each other's head, staying close.

'Oh fuck,' you moaned as you felt the pressure build up in your core, 'please, don't stop.'

Sigtryggr pulled you in, leaning the side of their faces against yours, both men breathing heavily into your ear as you felt their hot breath on your neck. You wrapped one arm around Sihtric's neck, keeping him close, and you took his chin, guiding his gaze slightly down to meet your eyes while Sigtryggr kept his grip on your man.

'Look at me,' you whispered, desperately, 'look at me when you cum inside me.'

Sihtric smiled, out of breath, looking down at you with half open eyes as he continued to stimulate you as he fucked you. His lips were slightly parted, his eyeliner smudged down to his rosy cheeks, making him look even sexier and more irresistible than ever before.

'Finish with me, baby girl,' he rasped, 'come on, I know you're close.'

Sihtric words, the satisfied smile on his tired, flushed face and a sudden spank on your ass from Sigtryggr was all it took for you to come, hard, with a trembling body and a loud moan as you yelled out Sihtric's name while he spilled inside you with a deep growl. And so did Sigtryggr, who was quick to pull out immediately after, figuring Sihtric would otherwise punch him between the eyes if he didn't allow you two to have your moment.

You moaned at the sudden loss of Sigtryggr, who already made his way to the ensuite bathroom, but you forgot it as quickly as he had pulled out when you felt Sihtric's cum drip down your thighs, just before he pulled you in to lay down with him on the bed.

'Gods,' Sihtric sighed, smiling as he cuddled up with you, 'was that good for you, love?'

'Yeah,' you giggled tiredly, burying your face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, 'did you like it?'

'I did,' he hummed softly, 'but I won't share you again anymore, lady. This was it.'

'I know,' you pecked his skin gently, 'we experienced it now, and it was fun,' you whispered and looked up at him, 'but you're still the only man I want, Sihtric. No one compares to you.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your lips.

You heard the bathroom door close and Sigtryggr cleared his throat as he got dressed.

'So, eh… thanks,' he chuckled, 'I best get going. See you two around, I guess.'

You both laughed and thanked him too, reminding him this was a one time thing only, to which he agreed with a smile.

'Oh, and,' Sigtryggr said before he closed the bedroom door behind him, 'you two are a hot couple, really, you guys better get married soon,' he winked.

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moni-logues · 12 days

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Hey, You

Pairing: Taehyung x Hyunjin

Genre: exes-to-lovers, smut, Kintsugi characters!

Summary: Hyunjin invites Taehyung to his new life in Paris. Taehyung, perhaps against better judgement, goes. He knows he's going to leave with questions and that's all he knows.

Word count: 5.6k

Content: top!Taehyung, bottom!Hyunjin, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected anal sex; kintsugi reader is named in this fic, her name is Jinnie

A/N: well, none of you guys asked for it but here it is!!!! If you haven't read Kintsugi, you can probably skip the first two parts lol and go straight to Tae waiting at the airport, but I wanted to include the other bits at the beginning because this IS part of the Kintsugi world. I haven't decided how this ends, if I'm honest. I, too, have questions about their future.

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Taehyung didn’t bother looking up when he heard the beep of his door lock, the sweep of the door being opened, Jinnie’s footsteps crossing the room.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed lightly, perching on the sofa next to him, gently stroking his hair back from his face.

He loved her. He was grateful for her. But she was the wrong Jinnie and he’d have given anything for her to be the right one. The one who was already hundreds of miles away and getting farther. The one who had left him, left Korea, and gone to live another dream.

Taehyung couldn’t hate him for it. Couldn’t be bitter or angry or resentful. It was always going to be this way. Before they ever met, Hyunjin had plans to leave, had applications in and options open. They kept things casual between them deliberately. For this very reason. Except it wasn’t casual. Not really. As much as Taehyung tried, as much as Hyunjin tried, it couldn’t be casual.

They danced around each other for a long time before numbers were even exchanged. They spent time together without calling it ‘dating’. They slowly circled tighter and tighter around each other until it was just the two of them. Just right.

Then he left.

Taehyung hadn’t been prepared for how much it would hurt. Even though he knew he’d fallen way too deep, that they’d taken this way too far. He thought his long-held knowledge of this departure would cushion his heart, keep it safe. It didn’t.

“I shouldn’t be sad,” he said, voice hoarse and croaky, because he’d already cried so many tears.

“Teddybear!” she exclaimed, in a soft admonition. “Of course you should be sad. It’s ok.”

He shook his head. It didn’t feel ok. Not at all. Not even close. He lifted his blanket to his face to cover it as the tears sprang again. His breath shook and his lip trembled. Jinnie clambered over him and held him tight, as tight as she could manage. He let her. It was nice to be held. She didn’t really know it, but she was good at holding.

She kept holding him for the worst of those early days. Took to caring for him with a relish that made his heart just a little less shattered. She loved him. He loved her. Their undying loyalty to one another had been forged through heartbreak, had made them something closer than friends, made them family. And it was happening again now: their world keeping Taehyung sheltered, just a little, from the abysmal loneliness that hid in the shadows.

When she finally left his apartment, when Taehyung had stopped crying, she held him tight at the door for what could have been hours.

“I love you, Teddybear,” she whispered. “I’m here for you. Call me, ok?”

He had nodded, cheek rubbing against her hair.

“I love you, too.”

He comforted himself, in the quiet that followed her departure, with the knowledge that she was on the precipice of joy. He could see her there, trembling on the edge of it, scared to fall. He’d have pushed her if he could have but he knew she had to jump on her own. Jinnie had been Taehyung not too long ago. Jinnie had been broken into a thousand, tiny pieces and convinced she would never be whole again.

Jinnie was falling in love.

That didn’t feel possible for Taehyung. It felt very, very far away. It felt about 5571 miles away, to be exact. But it was happening for Jinnie and he couldn’t deny that, didn’t really even want to.

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Jinnie fell heavily onto Yoongi’s sofa with a sigh and scooped Cherry from her perch on the back of it. She set the cat in her lap and gave her chin a scratch. Oh, to be a cat. She leant backwards, tipped her head back, too, and closed her eyes. Yet another sigh. She didn’t move when Yoongi approached and she heard the rustle of his clothes, the quiet thud of a glass on the coffee table. She let the weight of his body on the sofa turn her towards him.

“Are you ok?” he asked hesitantly.

“Do you have any gay friends?”

There was a moment of silence in which Yoongi shook off his surprise.

“Uh, yeah? Why?”

“I want to find someone for Teddy.”

Jinnie was aware of Yoongi nodding above her.

“Does he want you to find someone for him?”

She looked up at him with a pout on her face.

“He’s going to Paris.”

“Taehyung?”

“Yes! Apparently Hyunjin invited him. I didn’t even know they were talking.”

“Don’t you want him to go?”

“I can’t imagine a world where it’s not a really bad idea. He says he’s over it and maybe that is true, but he’s still not... Out there, y’know? I don’t think he’s been on one date since Hyunjin left and that’s just not like Teddy at all. He’s going to go to Paris and have his heart broken all over again!”

“Have you told him that?”

“Of course, I have, but he won’t listen.”

“Would you listen, if you were him?”

Jinnie’s pout intensified and, in choosing not to answer, gave an answer anyway. Yoongi smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

“If he’s made up his mind, you can’t stop him.”

“I know. And I know I did a lot of stupid shit that I shouldn’t have when San broke up with me, so it’s not as if I even have a leg to stand on. I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“He probably doesn’t want that either.”

Jinnie loved Yoongi, with her whole, entire heart, but sometimes, she wished he wasn’t always fucking right.

“If he’s chosen to go, he’ll have his reasons and whether or not he’s prepared for what happens out there is up to him,” he continued.

Jinnie sighed again and tucked herself tighter into Yoongi.

“I know... I know. I just... It’s just not like Teddy to do this, y’know? And I know Hyunjin was... different. Or- I don’t know. I know that it’s Hyunjin and he wouldn’t be doing this for anyone else, but that’s why I’m worried about it. The stakes feel too high.”

Yoongi pondered for a few moments, questioning his response, hesitating.

“You came to Daegu,” he said eventually, quietly.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

A genuine question, because Yoongi didn’t actually know but it was the closest equivalent he could find. He didn’t push Jinnie for a response, knew there would be a reason for her rare silence. After a minute, she looked up at him, eyes wide; Yoongi didn’t know what her face meant, what he was supposed to be reading in it about her trip to Daegu that she couldn’t find words for. He kissed her forehead and she relaxed back into him, head on his shoulder.

“I guess you’re right,” she conceded after another minute or two. “I get it. I understand why he’s going. I just don’t want him to.” She paused and then with an effortful sigh, continued, “I don’t want him to go and have his heart broken but I also don’t want him to go and... be happy. I know that sounds bad—it is bad. It’s selfish but I... I don’t want him to leave me.”

“You think that’s possible? That he’ll try to move out there?”

“At this point, I think anything is possible...”

She stopped talking, the lump in her throat grown too large, tears threatening the edge of her waterline. She wiped roughly at them, sniffing, shaking her head. Yoongi held her tighter still, keenly aware of the hole Taehyung’s moving would leave in her life, keenly aware that he couldn’t fill it.

“I’m being dramatic,” she sniffed. “It’s literally just a holiday. It’ll be fine. I just-”

“It’s ok. It’ll be ok.”

She nodded, reassuring herself of the same. Yoongi frowned above her, a new worry settling in his stomach.

* * *

Taehyung felt sick. Over and above everything else, sick. He was nervous and exhausted and hungry and waiting at the airport with a snake pit in his stomach. He was scanning constantly, left to right, looking for Hyunjin. Didn’t know which direction he’d be coming from. Didn’t know if he would have changed: had he dyed or cut his hair? What would he be wearing? Would he still be Hyunjin, like he always was? He peered into the faces of strangers, who definitely couldn’t ever be Hyunjin, just in case. Was he that figure over there, striding in a red dress? No, of course not. Was he that elderly man gingerly stepping out of a taxi? No. But Taehyung had to look closely, just in case.

“Taehyung! You came!”

Korean. Cutting through the French around him, loud and clear and to his left. He turned. Ah, of course, that was Hyunjin. As ever. He didn’t have time for a full appraisal of his appearance, because Hyunjin was coming closer still, enveloping Taehyung in a hug that made him go a little weak at the knees. That was Hyunjin, delicately sweet, lightly refreshing.

The snake pit in Taehyung’s stomach turned to butterflies when Hyunjin pulled back. He was grinning from ear to ear and Taehyung was sure his face mirrored the expression. Without another word, Hyunjin grabbed Taehyung’s suitcase from him and turned to lead him away. He immediately tripped over a wheel of the suitcase and stumbled, looking back at Taehyung with a kind of denied surprise. Taehyung laughed. Thank god. He was the same. Just the same.

The train took only 34 minutes and they spent it in nervous silence. There were too many people; it was too public for a reunion, so they simply stood next to one another, in their own worlds. Taehyung’s nerves were eating at him again, fraying at the edges with exhaustion and adrenalin; he wanted to hold Hyunjin’s hand, wanted to kiss him, wanted to fall back into everything they had said goodbye to months ago. It surprised him, the strength of that feeling.

He hadn’t known what to expect, had been surprised when Hyunjin invited him. There wasn’t a drop of doubt in Taehyung’s acceptance; he knew he wanted to go. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to find there. He thought perhaps either would be a relief: to go and be madly in love again, even if only for a short while, to know that Hyunjin’s feelings hadn’t faded either, that everything he thought he felt when they were together was true. That would be a relief, but also, to go and find that those feelings had faded, that they had mellowed into something sweet and comforting and platonic? That would also be a relief.

He didn’t ask Hyunjin about his intentions, didn’t want to make it weird before it had even begun, so he had just daydreamed to himself, looked up pictures of Parisian streets and imagined himself and Hyunjin walking down them, sitting at tables outside cafes, the perfect summer holiday.

Now, part of him wished he had. It was clearer than ever to him that he was still Hyunjin’s; what was not clear was whether or not Hyunjin wanted him. He wondered if the tension he felt was one-sided. He tried not to stare, not to peer into his face, to see in his eyes what he intended. He would find out soon enough, he figured, and he was too tired to be of sound mind enough to deduce anything.

“Sorry, it’s a little, uh, well, it’s like this,” Hyunjin said, as he gestured around at his small dorm room. “I’m going to move next semester, into a nice flat, but it’s not ready to move in yet. Sorry.”

Taehyung shook his head.

“No, this is fine. This is great. Thanks for letting me stay.”

Hyunjin grinned and tapped his phone for the time.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. “Are you tired? Do you want to sleep now for a bit, or can you power through until the evening?”

Taehyung had no idea. He had moved into the kind of alert overtiredness that left him feeling like sandpaper. He shrugged.

“I guess I can power through a bit.”

That appeared to be the correct answer. Hyunjin led him back out of the dorm and into Paris.

“Ah, Korean,” Hyunjin said as they walked towards a cafe. “It’s been too long! I don’t even know if I can speak it anymore!”

Taehyung laughed.

“How’s French?”

Hyunjin pulled a face.

“Ugh, it’s hard. I think it is as hard as English, actually. Harder. Did you know they have genders for everything? How am I supposed to remember a chair is female?”

“It is?”

Hyunjin shrugged.

“I don’t know, to be honest. But Korean! Ah, it is so nice to be speaking it again. Such a relief. I think everyone should speak Korean. It would make my life, specifically, a lot easier.”

Taehyung felt warm – and not just because of the Parisian summer heat. He had worried this would be awkward, but there was no awkwardness to be found. It was just him and Hyunjin again: same people, new place. It might have been the lack of sleep but Taehyung began to feel a little giddy, buoyed up by love and sunshine.

Hyunjin led him beside the Seine, past parks and gardens, past the Notre Dame. He led him to Diptyque, laughing, saying that he knew Taehyung would want to go there first. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The shop acted like smelling salts, invigorating Taehyung’s senses – but not so much that he didn’t drop almost his entire holiday allowance on one perfume – and, from there, Hyunjin promised tourist sites and culture.

Taehyung didn’t really care. He could see the Eiffel Tower on google. That wasn’t why he came.

As they walked further south-west, into the Jardin Tino-Rossi, there came a very French-sounding cry of Hyunjin’s name. A small group approached and Hyunjin exchanged cheek-kisses with all of them, little interjections of French and English going right over Taehyung’s head.

“Ah,” said the Frenchman at the front of the group. “Qui est ton ami?”

“Il s'appelle Taehyung, mon ami de Corée.”

“Taehyung, enchanté.”

“Uh, oui,” Taehyung offered, not delighted when each member of the group turned their attention to him for garbled greetings and cheek-kisses.

“Parles-tu français?”

“Comme moi, il ne parles pas français!” Hyunjin exclaimed with a laugh. “If you’re going to talk to us today, you have to use Korean,” he continued, in English.

Taehyung hadn’t heard him use that much English before. Had never heard him use French. Something about it made him feel far away. The months they had spent apart stretched into years; the person Hyunjin was in Korea disappeared. Taehyung knew he was tired, he wasn’t thinking clearly, but the weight of time crashed heavily onto his shoulders and he cracked. It wasn’t just the twelve hours of flying, or the months without Hyunjin, or the months with him. It was the weight of the world. It was his entire life. It was realising, at this moment, standing with his ex, surrounded by strangers, that he loved Hyunjin. Still. That it hadn’t gone away, that it wouldn’t go away. That, no matter what happened on this trip or further into the future, it would always be there.

“Korean? Non! What about English? Taehyung, do you understand English?”

He knew a little English, but didn’t recognise a word out of the Frenchman’s mouth. Hyunjin laughed again.

“No one understands your English, François! Your accent is too French! Even French people cannot understand you!”

“Oh, whatever, Hyunjin! When you learn French, then you can criticise my English! Pah, I’ve had enough of you!”

It was jovial and familiar and Taehyung had to be glad that Hyunjin had found people here, found friends. He should have been but he felt his mind itching, a scratching in his eyes and throat. A wave of nausea hit him and he barely waved goodbye as the group moved off. He had Hyunjin’s full attention again.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked and Taehyung could only nod.

“I’m sorry, like I said before, it’s a little small. I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed; it’s bigger than a standard single, at least.”

Taehyung could barely take in the words. He hastily took off his clothes, ignoring any impulse that might have told him not to, that maybe it wasn’t appropriate anymore, that maybe he should have changed elsewhere. Then he climbed under the covers and was asleep before his head had fully sunk into the pillow.

* * *

He slept a dreamless sleep until four in the morning when he woke, disorientated and convinced he was dreaming, to find Hyunjin in his arms. Taehyung was a cuddly sleeper. This was well-established. Hyunjin knew. Had first-hand experience of it. He had to have known that this would happen if they shared a bed. Taehyung wondered if it meant anything. If anything meant anything. Half-asleep, he couldn’t think it through properly. So he just relaxed back into the mattress, gave Hyunjin a light squeeze, and fell back to sleep.

When he woke for the second time, he could see bright sun around the edges of the window blind, even though it was only 7am. He didn’t want to wake Hyunjin, who was still sleeping, on his back now, in Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung looked at him, watched him breathe, his eyelids flickering lightly as he dreamt.

Hyunjin had left him. Taehyung had let him. He wondered if he would let him go again. Wondered if he could.

He didn’t have long to think about it; Hyunjin’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes opened slowly, squinting at Taehyung in the dim light of the room.

“Morning,” he said, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” Taehyung returned.

His heart swelled, so big that the flesh of it pushed up against the bars of its cage, protruding through it. The metal bit at the muscle, threatened to cut through, but still it grew. It had been a long time since he’d heard that word from Hyunjin, since he’d been able to offer it back.

“Sorry,” he said then, feeling like he should.

He began to pull his arms back, but Hyunjin stopped him, hands holding in arms in place.

“No, don’t. I like it.”

Hyunjin shuffled, snuggling down in the light, summer covers, tucking his head against Taehyung’s.

“Ok,” Taehyung replied, voice barely even a whisper.

At some point, he knew he was going to have to ask if any of this meant anything, but, for now, he was going to lie, revelling in Hyunjin’s proximity, for as long as he would let him.

Between dozing, half asleep and half awake, Hyunjin twisted, turning onto his side to face Taehyung. He wrapped his own arms around him, softly rubbing his back, slotting a leg between his. Taehyung could barely breathe. He froze completely when he felt Hyunjin’s lips against his neck. When he thought he felt them.

“Taehyung...”

Hyunjin’s voice was muffled, his lips pressed against Taehyung’s skin. Taehyung was sure of it now. Hyunjin kissed his neck, dropped another kiss a little further up, nuzzled his nose against the sharp line of Taehyung’s jaw.

Not a moment, even a split-second of thought went into Taehyung’s next actions. He pulled back slightly, dipped his head, and kissed Hyunjin on the mouth. Not hesitant, not shy; firm, deliberate, long enough for his heart to start racing and his skin to flush.

When they separated, Hyunjin looked up at him with wide eyes. Taehyung had not once been able to say no to that face. This time, he didn’t want to say it. There were many things he did want to say, flurrying around in his brain, static-like and dizzying, until Hyunjin kissed him again and it all fell away.

“I missed you,” he whispered, between kisses. “I fucking missed you.”

“Me, too,” he returned. “Me, too.”

There were all sorts of things that they might have considered at that point, before things went too far, but neither of them was thinking anything at all. It was all animal, all instinct. Hyunjin hooked his leg over Taehyung’s hip, pulling their bodies close. Taehyung responded, hips rutting his cock against Hyunjin’s. Hyunjin bit down on Taehyung’s lip then twisted back, opening a drawer in his bedside table.

“Tae, take me, please,” he said, rolling back over, pushing a small tube of lube into Taehyung’s hand, his eyes pleading.

That face again. As if Taehyung would’ve said no. As if he could have. He kicked off his boxers as fast as he could; Hyunjin did the same and turned over, his back to Taehyung’s chest. The lube was warm in Taehyung’s hand and he was grateful for the summer heat that made it so. Then, like he had so many times before, he pushed the head of his cock against Hyunjin’s rim, past it, slowly inching himself inside.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re tight. You ok?”

Hyunjin nodded hurriedly.

“Yes, yes. Please.”

Taehyung gave Hyunjin a second, once he was fully sheathed inside him, and reached forward, wrapping his long fingers around Hyunjin’s swollen cock, pumping slow and slick with the leftover lube on his hands. Hyunjin swore softly and reached back to pull at Taehyung’s hair.

“Please,” he begged, again. “Please, Tae. Fuck me.”

So Taehyung did. Hard and fast, until sweat was sticking his hair to his forehead, until drops of it rolled down his back, until his entire posterior chain wanted to give out. Everything he had learnt about Hyunjin resurfaced. Floating to the surface was the way he liked Taehyung’s teeth in his flesh, not too hard, but there all the same; the desperate way he whined and mewled for more; the tug of his hands in Taehyung’s hair, no matter the position; the smell of his body, his hair, his sweat, his cum.

Taehyung knew he was going to finish first, could feel it in the tight tension of his thighs, the hot, heavy pulling in his abdomen. He didn’t have to tell Hyunjin – he already knew.

“Come,” he panted. “Inside me. Please.”

Taehyung did not need telling twice. With his rhythm faltering and muscles contracting, he let himself go inside Hyunjin, then held himself there while his hand continued to work over Hyunjin’s length.

“Your turn,” Taehyung whispered in his ear.

Hyunjin nodded and, with a deep sigh, juddered into his climax, cum spilling over Taehyung’s fingers, staining the sheets.

Taehyung pulled himself out, slowly, carefully, and flopped onto his back. Hyunjin did the same and they lay, side by side, across the full breadth of the bed. Without looking, Hyunjin stretched out an arm into his bedside table again and let a packet of wipes land on Taehyung’s stomach.

They cleaned themselves up in silence, something in the air too thick for words to penetrate, but it wasn’t stifling. Taehyung felt like he could breathe more easily now than he had for months. He felt clear. He felt alive. He felt, with a fondness so deep it hurt, happy.

Hyunjin rolled into Taehyung, their faces level. They looked at one another for a while, just looking, taking it in, reminding themselves of all the minute details they might have forgotten, noticing the new ones.

Hyunjin was the first to break the silence. He cleared his throat.

“I didn’t ask you here for that, by the way.”

Taehyung’s stomach flipped.

“I mean... I didn’t know that was going to happen,” Hyunjin continued.

“Do you wish it hadn’t-”

“No. I’m glad it happened. I just... I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want you to think that I just invited you here to get laid.”

Taehyung laughed.

“I certainly don’t want you thinking I came all the way here to get laid. I can get laid in Korea just fine.”

He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, before he had even registered the shadow fly over Hyunjin’s eyes, the sliver of hurt there.

“Have you?” he asked quietly, eyes dropping.

“Have I what?”

“Got laid. In Korea.”

Taehyung felt the heat on his cheeks. He knew the answer would say more than he wanted it to, but then... What was there left to reveal? Had they not just exposed themselves already? They were naked and sweaty in each other’s arms—didn't that say it all anyway?

He shook his head.

“No.”

“Ok.”

“Have you? Here?”

Hyunjin nodded, gaze still averted.

“Oh,” Taehyung breathed, surprised that he was surprised.

“Just..-”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Nothing that meant anything. It didn’t... I just...”

Hyunjin trailed off and Taehyung didn’t say anything to fill the silence. He didn’t know what to say. Of course Hyunjin would have slept with other people. You would have had to be crazy to turn him down. Hyunjin was single. He had every right to do everything he wanted. Nevertheless, Taehyung was finding it hard to breathe around the shard of glass in his heart.

“I wanted to forget you,” Hyunjin whispered. “I couldn’t. I just tried to get you out of my head.”

“Did it work?” he asked even though he didn’t want to know the answer.

Hyunjin just shrugged, his fingers gripping tightly to Taehyung, his eyes still downcast.

“Did it?”

Hyunjin lifted his face and shook his head. Taehyung sighed, pressed his forehead against Hyunjin’s.

“I love you.”

He hadn’t known he was going to say it. Hadn’t planned to. It had flown straight out of his mouth without passing his brain for approval. Hyunjin just stared at him, open-eyed, open-mouthed. He blinked. Taehyung looked down, cheeks burning, discomfort wriggling up from the nerves in his stomach.

“Do you really?” Hyunjin asked.

“Yes.”

Hyunjin surged forward, stealing a kiss and not giving it back. His hand wound around Taehyung’s hair, gripping and tugging; his tongue slipped through the seam of his lips, finding the soft, wet pad of Taehyung’s tongue, rolling over it; his leg, once more, found its way across Taehyung’s hip, bending and pulling him closer. It might not have been exactly the answer Taehyung had hoped for, but it was an answer all the same. It was an answer he would take, even if it was all he got, even if it was all he ever got. He would take it.

“Taehyung,” Hyunjin panted when he finally let him go. “I love you.”

“Oh.”

Hyunjin laughed, pressed his still-smiling lips to Taehyung’s again.

“I love you,” he repeated.

“I love you, too.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

* * *

Taehyung thought he had remembered. He thought he had remembered every minute detail of it, of Hyunjin, of him writhing below him. He thought he had remembered every whimpered breath, every jerk of his hips, the way his skin rippled with goosebumps, the sight of his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He thought he had it all down pat, but this, this was suddenly somehow new again. New but not different.

Taehyung held tight to the backs of Hyunjin’s thighs, pushing them into Hyunjin’s stomach, leaning against them as he fucked him. Hyunjin’s stomach was smeared with pre-cum and Taehyung knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. The twitch and squirm of Hyunjin’s body was a roadmap Taehyung had learnt to read long ago. He knew all its twists and turns, the shortcuts and detours, the scenic routes.

Hyunjin was a marathoner, not a sprinter. So when he came with a stuttered sigh, coating his shiny skin with cum, Taehyung didn’t stop. When he cried out, sensitive, over-stimulated, Taehyung didn’t stop. When he writhed beneath him, trying to kick his legs out, trying to lift his chest up, Taehyung didn’t stop. Didn’t stop when there were tears leaking from his eyes. Didn’t stop when Hyunjin’s cock grew stiff again, hard and dark and sticky. Didn’t stop when he felt his own legs twitch, when he felt himself on the edge, when he had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself coming. He didn’t stop, his hips thrusting relentlessly into Hyunjin, hands gripping hard enough to bruise.

Taehyung had already lost count of the number of times they’d done this: filled the room with the sounds and smells of sex. The air was warm and wet, the tiny dorm almost steaming with the heat of them. It made breathing thick and difficult, made them light-headed, panting and gasping their way to the finish line.

Taehyung’s heart was erratic in his chest, beating hard and painfully as a bead of sweat dropped into his eye. He blinked fast, desperate not to miss him, knowing he was close. Hyunjin was speeding, again, taking corners way too fast and close to careening off a cliff. It was Taehyung’s job to drive him there and he loved to see a job well done. So he shook his head, cleared his eyes, and removed a hand from Hyunjin’s thigh. He took Hyunjin’s cock in his hand, pleas and gasps streaming from Hyunjin’s lips, and he squeezed it lightly, then a little tighter, his hand stroking up and down, slow compared to the punishing snap of his hips.

Hyunjin’s hips were twisting, his feet flexing, his hands forming fists as his sides. With a final flick of Taehyung’s wrist, he came again, adding to the white pool on his torso, cock twitching and jerking in Taehyung’s hand as he milked it dry.

Taehyung still wasn’t finished and Hyunjin’s breath broke in a sob, his whole body jerking loosely with every thrust of Taehyung’s hips. Taehyung knew Hyunjin had more in him, knew he could go another round, wanted to go another round, but Taehyung was almost broken. He was clinging to the cliffside with his fingertips, ten, then nine, then eight, as each digit popped from the rockface.

He let himself fall with a loud moan of Hyunjin’s name, spilling inside him, collapsing onto him. He felt Hyunjin’s cum sticky on his stomach, felt his breath blow hard against his ear, felt the press of his chest as it heaved and shuddered. Taehyung pressed his lips to wherever he could find skin. He knew he would suggest that they shower; he knew they would get under the water and Hyunjin would ask to be fucked again. Or maybe he would get on his knees. Taehyung needed a moment before that happened. To catch his breath. To come back down to earth and meet with reality again.

He paid close attention to the sound of Hyunjin’s breathing as it slowly settled. He noticed the stroke of two light fingers across his shoulders. All he could see from where he lay his head was the round of Hyunjin’s shoulder as it dipped into the top of his arm. Hyunjin’s skin somehow still smelt sweet, despite the sticky sheen of sweat across it, despite the cum squished between their stomachs.

“Fuck,” he said and his voice was hoarse.

Hyunjin could only nod.

Taehyung didn’t see much of Paris. Hyunjin pointed out the top of the Eiffel Tower from a distance. The only art Taehyung saw was Hyunjin’s own, which, in Taehyung’s opinion, was better than anything the Lourvre had to offer. He didn’t see a hunchback swing from the bells in the Notre Dame. He didn’t spot anyone in a Breton shirt, cycling with a baguette in their basket.

He saw Hyunjin, eyelashes dusting his cheeks with charcoal, as he slept. He took in the sight of Hyunjin’s naked body: lithe and long and just slightly more muscular than he remembered. He learnt French: how to say ‘I love you’ and ‘please’ and ‘my love’; how to say ‘more’ and ‘you feel so good’ and ‘don’t stop’. Learnt them in English, too, because why not? He ate sweet pastries for breakfast and sour cheeses for lunch; he drank bad wine and good wine and felt a little bit drunk all the time. Drunk on alcohol, maybe, but certainly drunk on love, drunk on the sound of Hyunjin, the taste of him, the feel of him.

He knew their time was running out. Knew they had questions to answer. Questions he didn’t know how to answer. He knew all of that was coming. That around the mountain there was trouble and strife and insurmountable obstacles. For now, though, that didn’t matter. He couldn’t let the unknowable future ruin his present. Wouldn’t.

He shook his head clear and brought himself around to the present again, to Hyunjin sitting opposite him on the bed, eating grapes and humming, smiling with stuffed-full cheeks at Taehyung. Taehyung’s heart swelled—he was sure he would leave Paris with a heart twice as big as when he arrived—but it didn’t hurt this time; the cage had been broken down, dismantled, pulled apart by Hyunjin’s hands. He made a note to himself to remember this moment: the dust motes sparkling in the sun, the incongruous stench of strong, blue cheese, the floaty kind of happiness he felt; this sweet, shining bubble surrounding the two of them and this dingy, old-fashioned dorm room. No matter what happened, he would never let go of this.

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lavampira · 10 months

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once you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core?

tagged by @narrativefoiltrope to take this quiz for some ocs last month and catching up now! these completely knocked me out omg. tagging @hythlodaes @durues @noonfaerie @reverienne @indorilnerevarine @elliewilliums @lavinet @hylfystt @coldshrugs if anyone wants to do it too <3

d’alia liveq - rippling sunset

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

kai amhi - acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

lux kennedy - fractured glass

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

vic rane - animal intuition

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

angel pavon - behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

#sorry if there’s multi tags ik it’s been a minute since this was going around lol #tag game #oc: d'alia liveq #oc: kaizen amhi #oc: lux kennedy #oc: vic rane #oc: angel pavon

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grapecaseschoices · 11 months

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when you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core? quiz.

tagging:

@kdelarenta @ava-du-mortain @trebondialanna @aylaaescar @mt07131 @quaxorascal @quinnorion @likesomethingblooming @moderarato @solarisrenbeth @umbertors @anotherbeingsworld @galpal95 @thecourierbabe and whoever else so desires.

kendis:

rippling sunset (got acerbic wit once, but every other time this)

andy:

animal intuition (the effing ACCURACY!)

#oc meme #oc: kendis crawford louel #oc: andy yasar #tag meme #character meta #uquiz

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solsticewcrp · 11 months

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[Lines by Mod TX, coloring by @flyhiss]

Tension is rising on Mt. Solstice...

"Friends, old and new. You know me as Dovemoon, BlizzardClan's long standing leader. I have watched many seasons pass in the wax and wane of the moon and I have seen just as many cats pass to join the Courts beyond. Similarly, I have watched over the births and families in this Clan for generations worth of cats, overseeing their development, keeping them safe. When I accepted the deputyship when I was but a lad, I didnae do it for the sake of power. I didnae do it for the sake of proving a point. I did it so that I could ensure the safety and prosperity of the Clan I love. The Clan I call home. Our way of life is old, and sacred, and is fortified by the mountain we stand on. We are as the individual pebbles of the greater mountain, each as important as one another so that we may stand strong as a fortified unit against the threat of those who would sully and taint our way of life. I know that some of ye have lost faith in me, and I cannae say that I disagree with ye. Times have been hard with the avalanche, and the new rules I have placed upon ye…but I assure you with wholehearted love bleeding from my veins that I instant these rules with yer wellbeing in mind. I want everyone in BlizzardClan to be safe, happy, healthy!

I was there when the BloomClan scourge took an entire generation away from us. I was almost killed back then, too. I shed blood on the snow for the right of this Clan to survive, and I did it with pride. I ask none of ye for blood. I ask none of ye for sacrifice. All I ask is for yer loyalty! Yer bravery, yer pride. I ask for ye to stand shoulder to shoulder with yer Clanmates upon the mountain, to look down the slopes upon the BloomClan threat below and remind yerselves why we now keep the monarchs in camp. Danger threatens us every day, but we stand tall and proud as children of the Mountain, children of the Moon and children of BlizzardClan's undying legacy.

I ASK YE TO STAND AT MY SIDE AS WE DRIVE OUR ENEMIES AWAY FROM OUR BORDERS. I ASK YE TO STAND AT MY SIDE AS WE CLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. I ASK YE TO STAND AT MY SIDE FOR THE HONOUR, BLOOD AND GLORY OF BLIZZARDCLAN. FIGHT BY ME, FIGHT FOR ME, AND YE SHALL BE REWARDED WITH ALL THE SPOILS OF THE COURTS. RISE, BLIZZARDCLAN, RISE TO THE SOUND OF MY HERALD! BLIZZARDCLAN WILL NOT BE DRIVEN TO THE CREVICES OF OUR TERRITORY, WE WILL NOT BE ERADICATED!

BLIZZARDCLAN WILL STAND TALL, BLIZZARDCLAN WILL STAND MIGHTY, BLIZZARDCLAN…WILL BELONG TO ME!"

BlizzardClan and BloomClan have witnessed an era of relative peace, though some among their number are less eager to let the past go and allow bygones to be bygones. Dovemoon, BlizzardClan's leader, is one of these cats. Though he has reigned as BlizzardClan's leader for a long time, a darkness brews within him that threatens to spill out and swallow not just BlizzardClan, but the whole mountain in his hate, deceit and anger.

In recent seasons, Dovemoon's paranoia has begun to reach a fever pitch, and has started overstepping his bounds as leader into the personal lives of his Clanmates to try and retain control. After the avalance that claimed the lives of clanmates, Dovemoon declared that all clan members cannot leave camp alone, and must be accompanied by another capable member of the Clan. Secondly, he has decreed that monarchs may not leave camp at all after an incident involving Lambsong. Dovemoon cites safety for these new laws, though many are starting to question their leader.

Those who disobey Dovemoon's laws are increasingly finding pressure upon their shoulders. Dovemoon's inner circle watches from every angle, claws itching to dig into those they vowed to protect at the first sign of heresy against their acting God.

Dovemoon invites you to join the glory at his side, though few will make it out alive.

Cats accepted to Dovemoon's Circle are on the losing side, and will be killed or exiled if they choose him in the final battle…though their fate still lies in your paws.

APPLICATIONS OPEN FROM JUNE 14TH TO JUNE 28TH

#warriors rp #wc rp #wcrp #warrior cats rp #blizzardclan #dovemoon #starlingfall #whirlpool #bearbellow #beastcall

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sayonaramidnight · 3 months

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Tagged by @disciple-of-frost, @mimble-sparklepudding and @calico-heart :D Tagging all of you who haven't been tagged yet, which isn't many, from what I've seen :'D

rippling sunset

animal intuition

#the questions were not easy to answer #and the results sure are interesting #thanalan tinies #quiz time!

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leondaltons · 10 months

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hellooooooo, @narrativefoiltrope tagged me to answer this uquiz for some of my ocs and i loved it!!! thank you so much beloved ♥

I don’t know who has done it but i’m tagging @risingsh0t @sysba @lavampira @consulaaris and @maeflower but no pressure!!

Nina Rodgers - warped metal

it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

Kiara Kane - spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

Evander Kalesko - flimsy conviction

your confidence in yourself seems fairly weak. it's easy enough for your friends and peers to ask if you're okay, but what's the point? you're just going to say you're doing fine, you're doing alright, you don't need anything at all. your selfless pursuit of what's important to you has stripped you dry, rinsed you clean like pork bones for soup. there's only so much to keep running from and only so much to hold back until you explode. it's okay to not be okay!

Mia Lennox - animal intuition

Theodore Chevalier - behind the mask

Aubrey Lee - rippling sunset

#omg erin thank you so much for tagging me i loved this <3 #i did one for myself too and...ouch #the nina one..............kneeling #going insane #my god i love her #the kiara one....man #but also they are so on point i'm a little crazy!!!#the evander one hurts so much GOSH #loved it ♥

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championsofthegate · 6 months

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quiz: once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

Gale

animal intuition loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

Ayla

rippling sunset you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

Shadowheart

cauterizing rage the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

Tagged by: @luteandleaves

tagging: whoever would like to do it! uquiz be upon thee!

#the failures of me and who i couldn't be || gale headcanon #tell me who's the loneliest of all? || shadowheart headcanon #i am the reflection of who prevails i'm what inspired the fairytale || ayla headcanon #Ayla 🤝Kellan half wood elves trying their best lol

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jennajaeger · 4 months

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once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

My good friend @damngoodbabysiitter got me to take the above uquiz for my self insert OCs and share the results for each of them!!

(if anyone else wants to do the same for their OCs, feel free to do so and say I tagged you!! <3)

Jenna, Persephone, Gigi

acerbic wit

Nyx

silent admission

in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

Soraya, Nova

rippling sunset

Annette, Jacaera

fractured glass

Liesel

sympathy for the devil

you try so hard to be a beacon of hope for everyone, but nobody’s a beacon of hope for you. most likely, someone’s betrayed you in the past. it’s not like you’re easy to walk over, you just believe(d) too much in the inherent good of people. that isn’t a bad thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being kind and forgiving… i just feel kind of bad for you. i hope you can get a friend who doesn’t fuck with your head and take advantage of your kindness for once.

Valkyrie, Naomi

animal intuition

Melody

spun gossamer

Ianthe

behind the mask

Corie

benign culpability

everyone hates you because you are a facetious lying bitch. …kidding, i think. seriously, though! you try way too hard to look like a picturesque example of class and responsibility, but you use your position as a social butterfly to take advantage of those weaker than you. it’s rare for anything not to be your fault, and everyone thinks you’re crying wolf when you actually HAVEN’T done anything. it gets kind of tiring to have everyone on your dick all the time, but it’s less interesting to actually behave. good luck with the therapy?

#save tag #my ocs #mine #long post #oc: jenna campbell #oc: persephone pemberton #oc: gigi knightleigh #oc: nyx hopper #oc: soraya #oc: nova #oc: annette #oc: jacaera velaryon #oc: liesel halle #oc: valkyrie #oc: naomi kanda #oc: melody thyme #oc: ianthe clearwater #oc: corie fern

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fenharel · 2 years

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what's at your oc's core?

tagged by @thefathersbride & @risingsh0t, to take this uquiz, thank you guys 💜💜 tagging @rkyloren @shadowglens @noonfaerie @baldurians @queennymeria @arklay @solasan @noonfaerie @leviiackrman @denerims @evievfrye @catacomb-chaos

rippling sunset

cauterizing rage

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

animal intuition

#alva lavellan #echo valdés #violet shepard #ocs tag #alvas one- 😭😭😭#if you've already done this- im sorry pls ignore me!!! i havent been online much these days

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invictarre-archive · 11 months

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YET ANOTHER 100 MISCELLANEOUS MUSINGS & AESTHETICS.

repost, do not reblog! BOLD what applies to your muse. ITALICIZE what applies occasionally/situationally.

nothing to lose. / there is nothing either good or bad. / blurry faces. / wings of light. / a half-forgotten song. / starlight. / to forgive and forget. / a silver lining. / you should’ve known better. / what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. / obsession. / you’ve given me too much to feel. / a shattered frame of mind. / a gunshot. / white light. / stoking the flames. / longing for what is long gone. / ghosts dancing in a cemetery. / undying loyalty. / destroyed by desire. / plots and schemes. / flying high. / something spectacular but untouchable. / daydreams. / a rallying cry. / i want to feel whole. / wild style. / light shining through the clouds. / ancient ruins. / all dreams are but another reality. / the thrill of adventure. / let not light see my dark desires. / the pressure is on. / tangled feet. / too many thoughts. / an endless journey. / killing intent. / belief in love. / dire consequences. / brute force. / rise above. / there is method in madness. / love all; trust a few; do wrong to none. / determination. / running circles around the truth. / hold it together. / a hundred leaders will be born of you. / i am the danger. / revelation. / a raging storm. / be afraid. / times have changed. / burning jealousy. / longing to know peace. / a fallen angel. / hugs and kisses. / the way of love. / faith in those who do not deserve it. / to be a part of something beautiful. / lucid dreams. / truth cannot know itself. / a lucky star. / the rain sounds like applause. / a piping hot cup of coffee made just the way you like it. / a change of heart. / if you want it, take it. / ambition. / garage glamour. / wounded pride. / feeling homesick for places you don’t know. / i’m capable of anything. / the duality of man. / puissance. / a dark horse. / diamond dust falling from the sky. / untapped potential. / prescience. / forbidden knowledge. / living without shame. / an olive branch. / too sweet to be sour. / to fortify your grim resolve. / a call to action. / midnight sun. / a kaleidoscope of color. / the fleeting sense of love. / unanswered questions. / aether. / a crooked painting. / a vow of friendship. / pyrrhic victory. / walking in a dream. / a vibrant aurora. / self-imposed exile. / i live by my own law. / existential anxiety. / an anguished cry. / a familiar melody. / the end of the road. / the endgame.

#☆;; headcanons #☆;; dash games

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better-name-for-rp-blog · 1 year

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Once you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core?

Rippling Sunset

You’re the nicest person I’ll ever meet, probably. With an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. It’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. I feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. This isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. I wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

Animal Intuition

Loyalty is the saint you pray to. If you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. To your enemies, you're fierce. To your allies, even fiercer. You cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. It's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. Dream careers? Body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. Don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

Fractured Glass

No amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. You’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? You’re a fraud. Your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. Everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. You’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. Your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. I hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

Tagging: @mutogamingco, @luckyredeyes, @sweetcobaltblue, @kaibacorpbros, @sxcondchxnceduelists, @game-weaver, and anyone else who’d like to participate!

#( Journals - Yugi headcanons )#( Scrolls - Atem headcanons )#( Files - Seto headcanons )#( headcanons )#( tag games )#( ooc )#// big oof for Seto yikes #q

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meistoshi · 1 year

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YET ANOTHER 100 MISCELLANEOUS MUSINGS & AESTHETICS.

repost, do not reblog! BOLD what applies to your muse. ITALICIZE what applies occasionally/situationally.

#star im eating all of these thx #narrative.#isms.#dash games.

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m-art-i · 2 years

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I’m the royal advisor but I might as well be a royal babysitter because holy shit you are such a handful… Wake up ALREADY!

thanks to @toxixpumpkin again for the prompt! (if you get annoyed by me tagging you everyday for the next ten days just tell me pls lol)

sunaosa, royal au, 1.2k words

(this one started out funny in my head and ended up angsty on paper, but it will probably have a continuation in the next few days using another prompt of the list bcs i can't just leave them like this, i need a happy ending dsfhksj)

Rintarou loved his job. Really, he did. It wasn’t just because he’d been basically born in it, or because of all the benefits it granted him, allowing him to live comfortably, and right in the royal palace of all places. But no, his favorite thing was the power. Sure, the King had all the decisional, legal, and executive power. But who did he ask for advice to, before taking any decision? Despite still being young, barely over twenty, Rintarou was basically holding the whole kingdom in the palm of his hand, and he loved it.

Another not too bad perk of being so close to the royals was that he’d got to grow up alongside the princes. For how much he made fun of and chastised them, he cared for them deeply, and enjoyed their company and their little idiosyncrasies.

Except, of course, when the king sent him first thing in the morning to call on them because they were wanted in a meeting. He was the one who had to go, on account of him being so close to them, and also being the person with most leverage. He knew how to handle them. That didn't mean he enjoyed it, especially when he had to do it so early in the morning. Those were the only times when he really questioned his life choices, hated his job with a passion and wished he could just quit and flee the island never to be heard from again.

“Osamu, please,” he repeated for maybe the tenth time (he didn't know for sure, he'd lost count after the fourth), completely letting go of all the honorifics he’d used up to now, deciding he didn't have time for proper etiquette. Emergencies called for desperate measures.

He hoped the guard he had sent to wake Atsumu up was having more success, but knowing the princes he was probably in the same situation as him, if not worse off, not having the same familiarity Rintarou shared with the twins.

He eyed Osamu's relaxed face, the ghost of a smile on his lips, the way his hair was standing up on his head, a stark contrast against the white cotton of the pillow, and he knew for a fact that he was just pretending to sleep. Rintarou wanted to rip out all of his pretty hair and punch his teeth in, but he just sighed. He couldn't do all that, but he could still be harsher than he'd been up to now, pretending that keeping his distance from the prince was what he wanted, not just what was expected of him. It wasn't like anyone was watching him now, though, so he gave up on every semblance of control, stepped up to the side of Osamu’s bed and started to violently shake him by the shoulders.

“I swear to all that is holy,” he rumbled, “if you don’t wake up right now I will—”

He never got to finish his threat, though, because Osamu raised both arms and circled his back, pulling him down and turning on his side, making him topple over on the bed and caging him in a tight hug.

“Osamu…” Rintarou complained, wincing at how half-heartedly it came out.

Osamu just squeezed him harder. “Shh, let’s sleep,” he whispered against his hair.

“We have to go,” Rintarou said, voice muffled against Osamu's sleep shirt. “Your father—”

“—will wait,” Osamu finished the sentence for him. “Just five minutes. I barely see you, lately.”

“Yes well, I have a job to do and your father—”

“Oh shut up about my dad, please,” Osamu said, leaning back slightly so that he could look at him in the eyes. “He's not the one you pledged undying love and loyalty to.”

“Actually yes, i did. He's my king—”

“And I'm your lover.”

“Osamu…”

“Rin. Five minutes. Let me pretend for five minutes.”

Rintarou stared into those wide, honest, warm eyes and he dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead against Osamu's. “Nothing to pretend. I do love you,” he whispered. “But you know we can't do this forever, we agreed that—”

“Shh,” Osamu said, cutting him off once again, angling his head so he could rub the tip of his nose against Rintarou's.

Rintarou sighed, closing his eyes and giving in. “My clothes are gonna get wrinkled,” he said, shuffling slightly to make himself more comfortable.

“You can say you had to wrestle me out of bed.”

Rintarou chuckled, opening his eyes again to regard the other man's face, so close to his and yet always so far away. He raised a hand between them and gently carried a knuckle over Osamu's forehead, passing over his eyelids, fallen closed, then down along his cheek, wrinkled from the pillow, and up again, fingers threading through his hair, messing it up even further. Osamu smiled through the administration, then his face relaxed into a light slumber, lips still carrying the shadow of a small smile. Rintarou leaned in and kissed him softly, just once, just because he could, just because he didn't know when he would be able to again. Osamu was right. Just five minutes. Five minutes to pretend this was normal, that every day they woke up together and could share lazy mornings, bad breath kisses, and gentle caresses. Pretend that they could get out of this room and still look at each other like they hung up the moon, still talk freely, still touch and hold each other, still kiss.

But they could not. Osamu was the prince. He wouldn’t inherit the crown, thanks to Atsumu’s seven minute seniority, but he would most likely have to marry off to some princess in neighboring kingdoms for political reasons. And Rintarou was just an advisor. He was no royal, not even noble. He’d just been lucky enough to be born with half a brain in the right place, at the right time. He could have all the power in the kingdom, he could start wars and he could prevent them, he could make laws and he could erase them. But he still couldn’t have this.

He’d tried, he’d searched.

All the power in the world still couldn’t erase the fact that they were not meant to be. They shouldn’t even have met. They shouldn’t have become friends. They belonged to different spheres, two circles who seemed to be tangential, but if you looked more closely you’d see a growing gap between them. Their lives could never intersect.

Osamu was going to get married and leave, and Rintarou would stay back, helping the king, who eventually would be Atsumu. If only they were switched, Rintarou thought, not for the first time. If only Osamu was the oldest, if only he were to be king. Then at least they could stay together, if only by proximity.

He could stay at his side, guiding his hand and his watching his steps. Standing to the side as he found an appropriate queen, married, gave the crown an heir.

Maybe it was better this way, after all. At least he wouldn’t have to witness all that.

He would just let him go, like they agreed on, and he would never think of him again. But for now… for five more minutes, no one had to go. Osamu could hold him, Rintarou could play with his hair, and the future didn’t exist. For five minutes, they were just two inconsequential people, sharing warmth and breath, and nothing else mattered.

And, really, Rintarou wouldn't give up these five minutes for the whole kingdom. For the whole world.

#sunaosa #suna rintarou #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#hq #me writes #royal snos

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