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hyunniesgirl · 7 months

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Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader

Summary: your best friends are getting married and you're their maid of honor. They just forgot to mention that the best man and your partner in the wedding is the guy who broke you heart.

Word count: 6,394

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people, just fluffy and a tiny bit if angst, also there's a screenshot/fake text close to the end.

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A/N: so, this was supposed to be a bday post for Lee Know but I couldn't finish it on time :( turns out I can't write under pressure and I still don't think this is good enough but I don't think I can do better this time lmao I'm sure he can feel my love even if it's a bit late(I wish) so happy late bday for my bias the most sassy and sexy man on earth!!!!

You look at the invitation in your hands and sigh. You were really looking forward to your best friend's wedding. You were overjoyed when she told you Jeonghan had finally proposed and that she had chosen you as her maid of honor. You were excited to go out shopping to choose her wedding dress and enjoyed helping plan all the little details.

The thing is, Seojin forgot to let you know that the best man is going to be her best friend, your long-term crush and the guy who rejected you. Lee Minho, your wildest dream and worst nightmare embodied.

You, Seojin, Jeonghan and Minho had met in college and you fell in love at first sight. Yeah, kinda cheesy, right? You always had been a logical person so love at first sight sounded like bullshit to you, until it actually happened.

It was the strongest, most nerve wracking emotion you ever felt in your life. The way every move he made, every word he said, every smile he gave you, just made your entire world turn upside down.

You never really put a lot of effort into hiding that you liked him, seizing every opportunity to hit on him but he never really gave you the time of day, brushing it off as a joke.

A year ago, you decided to confess to him. You told him about your feelings for but it was no surprise when he turned you down.

You already guessed he didn't feel the same way as you did, you just thought it best to regret what you have done rather than what you haven't. And you did regret doing it in the end. Your heart was broken and you felt empty, you haven't spoken to him since that day. So to know you'll have to spend a whole weekend in his presence is not something you're looking forward to.

>>>

You came to the airport right after you clocked out of work. It's not a long trip, so you try to make yourself comfortable while you're in the plane.

As the maid of honor, you have to help the guests during the weekend, this is your job so Seojin can relax before her wedding.

So when you feel someone sitting by your side, you put your best smile on, ready to introduce yourself.

Your smile disappears when you see Minho there, he has his usual smug smile on his lips and an eyebrow raised, staring at you and waiting for you to continue.

"Oh, it's you", you say, feeling your cheeks warm, turning around to look out of the window.

"I expected a more heartwarming greeting", he jokes, "we are partners for the weekend after all"

'Don't even get me started on that', you think, sighing.

You should be nice to him, at least while you're on wedding duties, he didn't do anything wrong after all. But you're embarrassed, the last time you talked to each other was when he rejected you.

"How have you been?" He asks when you don't say anything.

"Fine", you give him a forced smile, "and you?"

"As usual", he answers, shifting in his seat, uncomfortable.

"Dating someone?" You ask and his head snaps at you, he didn't think you'd want to know something like that. You sure are having the same reaction, cursing yourself with every name you know, you really can't help yourself, you're an idiot.

"Not really", he clears his throat, he thought you'd have forgotten all about him after so much time but he feels strange knowing you still want to know about that, "you?"

You shake your head, no. You're not dating anyone since you didn't get over him yet. It's pathetic really, a whole year went by and you're still hung up on him.

You don't talk much for the rest of the trip, you just make small talk about his plans with Jeonghan for the weekend. Minho missed you, more than he could have expected, so it's nice having time with you again.

You have always known Jeonghan is rich, but to book a room for every one of their guests at a five star hotel it's a whole other level of wealthy. You're already dreaming about the long bath you're going to take on the hydromassage in your room, after that you're going to lay in the comfortable hotel bed and relax for the rest of the night, maybe check again your plans for tomorrow.

"Mr. Lee", the receptionist says to Minho, giving him the keycard. She looks at you, waiting for you to get closer to the counter, "What can I do for you, Miss…?"

"Oh, it's Y/N L/N", you say, stepping closer. The woman taps something and frowns.

"You're in room 143", she says and you smile politely, waiting for your keycard, "together with Mr. Lee", she points to Minho, who's looking at his keycard and showing it to you.

You take a deep breath.

"There must be a mistake, we are not together, we have to be in different rooms"

"I'm sorry, there must have been a mistake in the booking", she smiles apologetically, "we can give you a full refund"

"There's no need, I can just stay in another room"

The woman presses her lips in a thin line, looking at the other receptionist by her side.

"I'm sorry, but we are fully booked"

You take a moment to understand what she's saying. So there's no room for you? That's great.

"I'll just go to another hotel", you sigh, stepping away.

"I'm afraid it will be hard for you to find another hotel miss, it's the weekend and there are a lot of weddings happening at this time of the year"

"What am I supposed to do, then?", you ask, trying not to freak out.

You can't stay with Seojin since she's the bride and the other bridesmaids magically found a partner to bring to the ceremony so there's nowhere for you to sleep.

"Just stay with me", Minho sighs, running his hands through his hair. "It's your room too anyway"

You stare at him for a whole minute, trying to think of a way to get out of this, but you can't. You have to stay close to Seojin for the wedding plans and you really want to stay in this hotel.

"Do you have a better idea?" He asks, seeing the frown in your face.

You sigh, shaking your head, there's nothing much you can do. You follow Minho to the elevator, pressing the bottom and waiting for the doors to open. A crowd starts to form around you, pushing you together into the confined space. Minho is crushed against the wall and you're being pressed against him, as if things aren't already bad.

"We should have waited to catch the next one", you whisper and he sighs.

"Is not like we had a choice"

You want to fight him, you want to blame him for all this situation. If he didn't reject you, you would be together now and you wouldn't mind being pressed against him. You wouldn't mind the warmth growing in your lower stomach just by the touch of his skin on yours.

The moment people get out on the second floor, you step away from him, trying to hide your red face. You walk together in the corridor, your mind is so full you forget the situation you are in, but when you enter the room you see the bed. There's only one bed. You completely forgot this is a room for a couple, as if it's not enough that you have to sleep in the same room with Minho, you'll have to share the same bed too? If there's a god, he must be laughing at your face right now.

"Do you want to shower first?" Minho's voice takes you out of your thoughts and you turn around to look at him.

"Yeah, thanks"

You grab your bag and go into the bathroom. It's okay, you don't have to freak out, you are in a five star hotel, in a really nice suite, you can manage to survive the weekend.

When you packed your things, you were planning on sleeping alone so you are lucky you actually brought pajamas even though you always sleep in your underwear. This pajama is not the most decent one but it's what you have at the moment.

The hot bath does wonders to relieve your stress, you use the expensive shampoo and hair conditioner and massages your body with some nice body lotion, ready to have a good night of sleep.

Minho's seated by the bed when you get out of the bathroom, his clothes are folded by his side and he's scrolling on his phone. He lifts his eyes towards you, freezing instantly. What the hell are you wearing? He feels the warmth going up his neck, cheeks and his ears.

"A-are you done?" He stutters for the first time since you've known him.

"Yeah, the hair conditioner is really nice, look how soft my hair is now", you step closer to him, tilting your head so he can touch your hair.

"I'll try it myself", he walks past you. You must have taken a lot of time in there for him to be in such a hurry.

When Minho gets out of the bathroom you're already sleeping, you're laying down on your stomach with your round ass bursting out of your shorts or whatever is that thing you're wearing, he's sure he'll go crazy in the next two days if you keep this up.

>>>

When you go into the restaurant and see Seojin, you want to commit a murder. You know that face she's making, it's the face she has when she did something mischievous and is trying to hide it.

"So it was YOU", you slap her arm, sitting in front of her at the table. The other girls didn't seem to have arrived yet.

"I don't know what you're talking about", she smiles looking at you with doe eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, really, you put us in the same room?"

She sighs in defeat. Seojin knows better than to keep pretending, you know her too well to believe in any excuse she'll come up with.

"I just want my two best friends to make up", she smiles, "it's my wedding after all"

"I get that, but you could have thought about a better way", you sigh, calling for the waiter and asking for a bottle of wine. "I won't ruin your weekend", you smile, grabbing her hand to squeeze it, "but you're done for when we go back"

She shivers, you're really scary when you get mad. But it's worth the risk, she knows you're not over Minho and she wants to help you get together.

"Leave the whole bottle", you ask the waiter that just came back to your table bringing the wine and two glasses, "and keep bringing more when you see I'm out of it", you ignore his look of pity.

You're going to have lunch with Seojin and the bridesmaids, then you're going to pick your dress up and bring it to the hotel for you to wear tomorrow.

Soon enough the bridesmaids arrive, there are only three, Seojin's cousins and Jeonghan's sister. They won't shut up about their partners, that aren't even official or anything. You can't believe they brought just about anyone to your best friend's wedding and you absolutely are not being petty because you were forced to stay in the same room as Minho because they all had partners.

After setting the date for your meeting later in the night, you go to pick up your dress. You had to make some last minute changes and were lucky they were available to assist you immediately.

The first thing you do when you get to your room is to try on the dress, making sure it's perfect for the next day. You struggle a bit to put it on, since it has a zipper in the back, but you manage it.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, you look nice. The green really enhances the color of your eyes and it's going to look perfect with your makeup and hair done.

You feel a sudden tug in your hair, a few strands got stuck in the zipper somehow. Perfect. You pull it a couple of times but with no success until you pull it so hard the zipper actually breaks.

"Oh no no", you whine looking at the big problem you have in your hands.

The door opens behind you and Minho enters, staring at you for a moment, you look beautiful. He would have admired you for a whole hour if it wasn't for the desperate look in your face, that's when he sees that your dress is open in the back with some of your hair stuck in the zipper.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you look at him trying to calm yourself down. What are you going to do? The wedding is tomorrow.

"I messed up", you tell him, tears brimming in your eyes, "I ruined my dress, how am I supposed to go to the ceremony?"

There's no way you can get it fixed, there's a lot of weddings happening this weekend and it's Saturday afternoon, there's not going to be a tailor available.

Minho can see the gears turning in your head, you're overthinking. He gets closer to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, making you look at him.

"Hey!" He says, loudly enough to catch your attention, "calm down! We can find a way to fix it!"

He's looking deeply into your eyes, telling you to take deep breaths and you do just that, calming down a bit in a few minutes.

>>>

Minho had his fair share of broken hearts, sometimes he was the one crying over the end of a relationship and sometimes someone else was in that position. He liked you more than as a friend, he knew that since the beginning of your friendship but he never opened up enough to form another type of relationship with you. So when you confessed to him, he felt so many things at the same time.

He was happy that you felt the same way as him, mad he didn't know about it sooner but mostly, he felt scared, your friendship was so important to him that he didn't want to ruin it by dating you. What if you two broke up later? How could you still be friends?

That fear made him turn you down, he regretted it the moment you walked out of the cafe you were meeting up and in a certain way, he did ruin your friendship, since you didn't speak to him after that day and he couldn't bring himself to contact you too.

He knew Seojin was the one who pulled this stunt of putting you together in the same room, she always loved to play cupid. He just didn't expect he would like the situation so much, he missed you a lot, more than you could ever imagine.

Seojin was waiting for him at the lobby, she wanted to go for a walk and talk, to settle some little things about his role in the wedding.

"Finally, you're here!" She smiles, squeezing him in a hug and he does the same.

"Did you wait long?" He asks.

"Nope, I just had lunch with Y/N", she answers, eyeing Minho and waiting for his reaction to the mention of your name, he chuckles.

"So, did you have to put us in the same room?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Seojin smiles, giving him puppy eyes.

"If I didn't you wouldn't speak to each other, I'm sure of it", she huffs.

"I would try talking to her, you know that"

"Yeah, but she'd probably run every time, that's why I had to go to this extent", Seojin starts walking and Minho follows her.

"I guess you're right", he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"Didn't you regret turning her down? I know you like her too"

"It doesn't matter if I regret it or not, she hates my guts now"

They walk for about five minutes before Seojin takes a deep breath and starts talking again.

"I know I shouldn't meddle into this but you're both my best friends so I feel like I have the right to intervene when you're just being dumb", Minho glares at her, "I'm sure she still likes you, Min"

Do you, though? You can't even look him in the eyes. You don't want to talk to him. He wants to believe in what Seojin is saying but he's afraid he lost his chance with you.

When he sees you almost bawling your eyes out because of the dress, he knows he has to do something, anything for you.

"So, I called someone I know that lives here in the island with her family and her grandma is a former tailor, she wants to check the dress and see what can be done", Minho says, looking at you sitted by the bed, your hands gripping the ruined dress.

You get up in a jump, wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him.

"Thank you so much, Min, I don't even know how to repay you", you realize too late how close you two are from each other. Stepping aside, you give him a sheepish smile, mumbling a "sorry"

He clears his throat, turning around and walking to the door, trying to hide the blush in his face.

>>>

Seojin held the position of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen… until now. You're seeing Minho's friend but she doesn't look real, she's so gorgeous that for a moment it looks like she's walking in slow motion.

What takes you out of your haze is the awkward interaction between them. Minho said she is someone he knows but are acquaintances close enough to ask for favors? And the way they are interacting tells you they're not friends either.

She's smiling at Minho and he's just there, nodding, there's not a single glance of affection in his behavior. He's not like this, sometimes he may seem cold and a bit mean, but he's the sweetest with the ones he likes, you know that because you used to be one of them.

"So, I'm Mina", she looks at you with a big smile and you greet her, telling your name. "Is this the dress?" She asks, looking at your garment bag.

"Yes, thank you so much for accepting to help", you say and she chuckles.

"Anything for Minho", she looks at him with a smile and you feel your chest ache even though he keeps a straight face.

She leads you into the house, it's a beautiful traditional construction. Her grandma is waiting in the living room and she asks Mina to make some tea while she looks at the dress.

"Can you help me bring the things?" She asks Minho and he nods.

The old lady is very nice, she tells you about her years of experience as a tailor and how she had to fix absolute disasters in her days, so your case will be easy peasy, she just has to replace the zipper with a new one.

"Give me half an hour", she reassures you with a smile and then looks around, "can you go see why my granddaughter is taking so long?" She asks and you nod, getting up and following a path you think leads to the kitchen.

"Does she know about us?" You hear Mina's voice and stop in your tracks, you shouldn't eavesdrop, right? Then why can't you move? Your heart starts beating so loudly you're not sure you'll be able to hear his answer.

"Let's not talk about that while she's here", Minho asks, sighing. "I'll meet you when you come to Seoul and we can talk"

You can't breathe. So they are not just friends, you feel dumb. Of course Minho would like a supermodel like her, even though you are beautiful you can't really compete with that.

You go back to the living room. You can't look at their faces after what you heard, is it immature? Yes, but it's not a secret that you're not over Minho and listening to him, thinking about him meeting with another woman just makes your heart break again, even though you thought the pain you were feeling would end after he rejected you last year.

"Are you alright?" He asks when he sits by your side, smiling slightly at you and you nod awkwardly.

Would you have gotten over him already if he just had said you are not his type? He just said he couldn't be more than friends with you, was he trying to be nice?

The old lady refuses to get paid for fixing your dress, she says it was so easy it shouldn't even count as a service, in return she asks you to come by again when you're in Jeju because she liked you. You thank her again, saying your goodbyes and walking to the car while she asks Minho for something only a man can do, since her son is not home yet.

You put the dress in the backseat of the car, finally breathing relieved.

"So you're the one I should thank", you're startled by Mina's voice behind you.

"Oh, for what?" You ask, turning around with a hand on your chest.

"For bringing Minho here", she smiles sadly and you frown. "I guess he didn't tell you", she says.

"I know that you're a thing or something like that", you say, is she trying to rub it in your face? Is she feeling threatened?

"Oh", she laughs, "no, we are not a thing"

"I don't understand, then", you say, trying to not smile, feeling a weight being lifted out of your chest.

"We dated a few years ago, but I did something terrible to him, I know he hated me after that", she sighs, "I've been trying to meet him for so long to apologize but he never gave me the time of day, so imagine my surprise when he willingly called me to ask for a favor", she smiles, "I guess you must mean a lot to him"

You feel your heart sink, did he really do that for you? You don't know what she did, but you know Minho doesn't forgive someone easily and he surely doesn't like to owe a favor to someone that did something bad to him.

"Anyways", she says awkwardly after you stare at her without saying a thing, "thank you, I hope you make him happy", she smiles, nodding to you and heading back.

Make him happy? Does she think you two are together? Did she notice you were jealous?

So many questions and no answer at all. You snap out of your thoughts when the gate to the house is closed with a loud noise. Minho walks to you, opening the door.

"Are you not getting in?"

You don't speak much on your trip back to the hotel, your head is just so full of thoughts you don't think you'll be able to form a sentence if you try to speak. Besides that, it's almost time for your outing with Seojin and the other bridesmaids, Minho's also in a hurry so you guess he has something planned with Jeonghan and the groomsman as well, so you both run to your room to get ready.

You're the first to shower since you'll take longer to dress up. You don't take too long, letting Minho go in while you do your hair and makeup in the wall mirror in the bedside.

You put on a tight navy blue dress, it's long enough to cover your ass but not enough to make it proper.

Minho comes out of the bathroom already dressed, he's wearing a white button down that looks heavenly as if it was made just for him and jeans that just embrace his toned thighs.

"You can take a picture if you want", the smirk on his lips makes you scoff, taking you out of your state of haze.

"Well, it's no secret that you're handsome", you point out, "I did fall in love with you after all"

Minho stops in his tracks, he did not expect you to bring that up. Do people that still have feelings for the other joke about it? He wants to believe he still has a chance, but the way you act, so nonchalantly, makes him insecure.

"You're pretty too", he says, ignoring your remark.

"Not as much as Mina", your voice sounds more bitter than you meant it to be, "she's really gorgeous"

You turn around, picking up your purse, you don't want him to see your face full of contempt and jealousy. You walk out of the room, not waiting for his answer, cursing yourself till you get to the lobby to find your friends.

There's nothing like a girl's night out to take all your worry away. You drink, flirt with strangers, play games, take a tour around Jeju eating delicious foods, go to karaoke and walk by the beach.

Around midnight the bridesmaids take a taxi back to the hotel but you and Seojin want to drink more and have more fun since it's her last day as an unmarried woman.

The fresh air of the beach sobers you up, you're still a bit dizzy, but not as wasted as before. Your friend is worse than you, she's stumbling and laughing at nothing.

"I love you so much", she says, grabbing your face and cupping your cheeks, "you know that, right?"

You chuckle, putting your hands over hers.

"Of course I know, and I love you too", she smiles, stumbling and falling down on the floor.

"My butt", she whines, caressing her sides.

It seems like she's too wasted now, it's time to go back. You call Jeonghan, asking him if he can come pick you two up by the beach and as the gentleman he is, he didn't drink because he knew his fiancee would get too drunk to even walk and need someone to pick her up. You laugh at his answer and wait for him, it's good to know Seojin will have someone to take care of her like that.

You all were friends in college and you love Jeonghan, but you were always closest to Seojin. She came up to you and asked to be your friend on the first day of school when you were all alone since you didn't know anyone in the city, much less in that university.

You stare at the waves in the ocean, it's really calming to feel the breeze and the sound of the sea.

"My love", Seojin screams, looking behind you. She gets up and runs before you can help her. You turn around to find Jeonghan and Minho coming in your direction. Seojin jumps into her fiance's arms, giggling and kissing his face.

"Are you alright?" Jeonghan asks her and she nods frantically, mumbling 'better now' while resting her head on his shoulder. He looks at you with a brow lifted, questioning and you chuckle, nodding.

"What about you?" Minho asks and you roll your eyes, walking in a straight line to prove you're fine but your body betrays you and you trip on your own feet. You don't fall since Minho wraps his arms around your waist holding you. Why do his hands feel so good on you, when he's holding you? Why must you still feel this way after being rejected? Don't you have any pride left? Those ungodly reflexes he has are annoying sometimes, you'd rather he'd let you fall face first on the sand.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a judging look in his face.

"Yes, I'm sure", you say, stepping away from him.

Maybe you're still a little bit tipsier than you thought.

He glances at Jeonghan and he shrugs, they take you and Seojin to the car, securing you two on your seatbelts. The trip back is noisy, unfortunately Seojin is not a sleepy drunk, she gets even more energetic in her intoxicated state. So she tells Jeonghan and Minho about everything you did during your outing, every detail, even that three guys tried to take you home after you drunk flirted with them.

You give your goodbyes in the lobby, since they are staying in another wing of the hotel. You and Minho go to the elevator and you notice he's drunk too, he tries to hide it, but he keeps stumbling and has to lean on the elevator's wall to keep standing.

"I think you're much prettier than Mina", he blurts out of nowhere and your head snaps at him, a frown in your face. "You didn't let me finish earlier, I was going to say that you're the prettiest girl in the world for me"

The doors to the elevator open and he walks away, like what he just said didn't leave you completely lost. You feel your heart beat faster, following him to your room and leaning on the door after you close it, staring at him while he walks around the room.

Your mind is full of thoughts, why is he always so nice to you? You suddenly have the preposterous urge to tell him again you're in love with him, it must be the alcohol, but maybe you need him to tell you he doesn't like you in that way, maybe if you're humiliated one more time you'll be able to let him go.

"You shouldn't be nice to me", he looks at you, brows furrowed in confusion, "if you do I'll cross the line you drew last year", you stumble a bit, trying to get to him and he holds you. "I'll kiss you if you don't stop me", you say, noticing how close you're from each other.

Minho doesn't say anything, his head is spinning a bit and he's sure you're bluffing. He's so wrong, though. He realizes that only when your lips come crashing on his, he doesn't even have time to process what's happening before you push him away, stepping aside.

"I-I'm sorry", you say, 'of course he won't reciprocate', you think.

However, contrary to your expectations, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you back to his embrace, kissing you. His lips are soft and his movements are rushed like he's been waiting to do that for a long time.

Maybe you're just dreaming while awake, it's impossible for him to be kissing you, right?

You wake up feeling your head hurting like crazy, your mouth is dry and you feel sick. Suddenly what happened comes crushing in, did you actually kiss Minho? And the most important part, did he reciprocate? You can't remember, the last thing that you recall is kissing him but everything after that is just a blur.

You look around the room, trying to find him and when you realize he's nowhere to be seen, you can only draw one conclusion. It seems you've been rejected once more.

It's okay, now you feel like you can get over this crush, you two didn't have a future anyway. You want to cry, you really do, but you can't show up to your friend's wedding with puff eyes and you don't want to stay in this room for long, you don't want to meet him again until the wedding. So you grab your dress and the things you'll need and take it to the bridal suite.

Minho is happy, you still like him after all. After you two kissed you fell asleep, he tucked you in bed and watched you. You were always a sleepy drunk, when he's more like Seojin. He feels energetic until the exhaustion hits him.

He wakes up early, to grab some coffee and hangover medicine for you two, but when he comes back waiting to find you awake, you're nowhere, your things are not there either. Did you regret kissing him? Maybe you just wanted to feel something familiar with him. No, he's not going to let these intrusive thoughts make him assume things, he needs to talk to you.

And he would, if you answered his calls or his texts. He freaks out even more when his phone buzzes with a bunch of texts.

>>>

You're trying to distract yourself, telling stories about your college times with Seojin to the other bridesmaids and helping the bride relax before her big moment. You don't want to tell her about the whole thing with Minho, you don't want to turn her big day into a drama about yourself.

She keeps frowning while looking at the phone, the ceremony is going to start in less than thirty minutes so it's understandable that she's nervous.

She looks at you with desperate eyes.

"The wedding planner just texted me saying there is something wrong with the menu, can you check it for me?"

"Of course, I'll be back as soon as possible", you smile reassuring her. It's weird though, you went through all the details with the staff before meeting with Seojin.

You walk to the kitchen, looking for the wedding planner and finally finds her talking to the waiters.

"Hey, what's wrong with the menu?" You ask the older woman and she looks at you, confused.

"What do you mean?" She asks, "there's nothing wrong"

You frown, looking around. Seojin clearly told you the wedding planner was the one to report the issue, so it's impossible for her to not know about it.

"Hm, Seojin told me there was a problem?!"

"She must be confused, honey, brides get really stressed, maybe she read some of my texts wrong", she tries to reassure you and you nod, not really buying it. Seojin is a perfectionist, she wouldn't make this kind of mistake. But if the wedding planner is telling you there's nothing wrong then there's nothing you can do about it.

You walk back to the bridal suite, twenty minutes till the ceremony. When you open the door there's no one else there, where did they go? You look around trying to find someone but they're not even in the dressroom. The door opens behind you and you turn around ready to ask where's everyone, when you see Minho closing the door.

He stares at you for a few seconds, waiting for your reaction.

"Did you regret kissing me?" He asks, taking a few steps towards you.

"What are you talking about?" You say, trying to sound nonchalantly even though you want to cry just by looking at his face.

"You kissed me, you should take responsibility", he gets closer.

You feel your throat dry, taking a step back.

"You're the one who left me by myself", you mumble.

"I just went out to buy meds for us, why did you assume things?"

"Of course I'd assume things, you rejected me once, why wouldn't you do it again?" You point out, feeling angry and your answer feels like daggers being shot at him.

He takes a deep breath, grabbing both your hands and holding it close to his chest.

"There's not a day I don't regret turning you down that time", he sighs, "the truth is that I liked you since the first time I saw you but I couldn't ruin our friendship and I was so scared that I wouldn't be enough for you, like I wasn't enough for her"

You know about who he's talking about and want to kick him for even thinking you're anything like Mina, but most you want to punch her in the face, she broke his heart and left him in crumbles.

"I would never do anything to hurt you", you whisper, he's so close to you know, you can feel his breathing hitting your face.

"I know, I was scared that time and I'm still scared", he lifts your hand to his lips, "but if you give me one more chance I promise I'll be better, no one's gonna love you more than me and I'll always be there for you"

You waited for this for so long you're not even sure if it's happening.

"Can you pinch me?" You ask and he smirks.

"I can bite", he slides his hands to your waist, getting closer and giving a peek to your lips, biting your lower lip, making you shiver.

"Now I know it's real", you say, staring into his dark eyes.

"Should I take this as a yes?" He asks and you nod.

"I have been yours ever since I met you, there's not another answer but yes when it comes to you"

He smiles, the brightest smile you ever seen on him, then he kisses you, and he wants you to remember this one for the rest of your life.

Walking down the aisle with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, arms linked with Minho's while exchanging knowing smiles, you can't help but imagine if one day it's going to be you two there. Minho on the other side is already planning how he's going to propose, because he's absolutely sure next time it's going to be you in a wedding dress and him waiting patiently for your hand.

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koisuko · 7 months

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Pov: You are a cat

how the mk1 characters react to you as a stray cat, one with an oddly familiar/fitting name

part 2, part 3, part 4, bonus

ft: Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Raiden, Kung Lao

TW: none, fluffy cute stuff, gn, just a lil kitty, I love cats and thought why not

Liu Kang

Liu Kang's surprise was palpable as he entered his quarters and laid eyes on an unfamiliar feline that was playfully swatting at the stringy fabric of a cushion. A warm, gentle smile graced his features as he kneeled down to the cat's level, captivated by its playful antics.

"Hey there, little one. Are you lost?" he inquired with a soft, soothing tone. You, seemingly unperturbed by his presence, turned your attention to the glowing-eyed man before you. Your head tilted curiously, and a soft meow escaped from your mouth. Your ears flicked slightly as you observed Liu Kang in front of you, displaying an unexpected level of comfort around the fire god.

Liu Kang couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently caress the cat's head. His hands, warm and comforting, ran through the soft, bicolored fur. The cat leaned into his pets, emitting a contented purr and rubbing against his leg. This heartwarming interaction brought a smile to Liu Kang's lips, and he decided to scoop the feline into his arms.

As he held the cat, his eyes caught a glint of metal reflecting in the ambient light, coming from a collar around the feline's neck. Liu Kang couldn't contain his curiosity and muttered to himself, "What's this?" With careful attention, he examined the collar, which bore a name engraved on it: 'Kitana.' His eyes widened slightly in recognition, and his smile grew even warmer. "A lovely name, Kitana," he said affectionately, holding the feline closer to his chest.

Shang Tsung

The unexpected presence of a random cat in his laboratory gave him quite the surprise. His curiosity was piqued, and he initially pondered what experiments he could conduct with this unexpected test subject. However, as he observed your lithe and efficient movements in keeping his lab free of rodents, his original intentions began to waver.

Approaching you slowly, he scooped you up under your arms and took a moment to examine you. A sly smirk formed on his face, revealing a dimple. You responded with a soft, unbothered meow as he regarded you. "Well, aren't you a surprise," he quipped.

“I suppose you could be of use,” he stated as he carried you over to his desk and gently placed you down. He ran his fingers through your sleek black fur, his demeanor softening. As you sat facing him, your tail curled comfortably around you. It was then that he noticed a small metal object dangling from the collar around your neck.

"Hmm, and what might this be?" he inquired smoothly, lifting the metal with his fingers to examine it closely. Engraved on the metal, he read the word 'Soul.' You trilled softly in response to his scrutiny, and he couldn't help but smile. "Soul, a fitting name, little rat killer," he said with a smirk as he continued to pet your head.

Raiden

Raiden, known for his affinity for animals, was delighted to see a small white cat bounding over to him, its tail held high in the shape of a question mark. While it wasn't uncommon to spot a cat here and there in the village, this one seemed to visit more frequently. He couldn't help but wonder if it had a home. Kneeling down as you approached, he greeted you with a warm smile, "Hello, little one." His hand moved to pat your head as you leaned into his touch, radiating happiness.

Your playful antics caught his attention as you fixated on a stray shoelace, crouching low and wiggling your body in preparation to pounce. The shoelace didn't stand a chance as you leaped at it, swatting it around with your paws and occasionally giving it a playful nip. Raiden couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, saying, "Well, aren't you a playful one."

Scooping you up gently, your upper half rested on his shoulder, and you playfully swatted at his hat. A soft jingling sound reached his ears, indicating a bell around your neck. Out of curiosity, he held you in front of him, noticing a small metal piece next to the bell. Upon closer inspection, he read the word 'Storm' engraved on the metal. "Storm, hm?" he mused, and you chirped in response while purring in his grasp. "A very fitting name, little storm," he commented with a smile, holding you close to his chest as you played with the collar of his shirt.

He decided that he wouldn't mind having some company on his tasks. Together, you walked through the village, forging a heartwarming bond.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao and his best friend Raiden were seated at a table in Madam Bo's tea house, savoring the delicious dishes spread before them. Kung Lao dug into his food with enthusiasm, while Raiden ate at a slower, more composed pace. Suddenly, he felt a peculiar sensation on his leg, originating from beneath the table. Pausing mid-bite, he scooted back in his seat and peered down to discover a small ginger tabby, rubbing affectionately against his leg, a soft purr resonating from its chest.

His confusion transformed into a warm smile, revealing his signature dimples. "Where'd you come from, little fella?" he wondered aloud. In response, you let out a rather loud meow and leaped into his lap. "Woah, hello there," Kung Lao chuckled, his hand moving to gently stroke your head. His gaze then shifted to the chicken leg in his hand. Breaking off a small piece, he extended it toward you, "Hungry?" Without hesitation, you snatched the treat from his hand, devouring it with the same enthusiasm he displayed for his own meals. After finishing, you gave your mouth a satisfied lick, and Kung Lao couldn't help but laugh. "Guess that answers my question," he remarked, continuing to pet your head.

You responded with more meows, trills, and chirps, “well aren’t you a talker.” Kung Lao's finger then caught on the collar around your neck, prompting his curiosity. Upon closer examination, he spotted a small name tag at the front, reading 'Shaolin.' His eyes widened in surprise. "Shaolin? What a coincidence, I'm a Shaolin Master myself," he proudly declared, feeling a strong connection with his new feline friend. Once again, you chirped in response and nuzzled into his chest for warmth. Kung Lao couldn't contain his affection and wrapped his arms around your small form. "Adorable, a little Shaolin," he said with a heartwarming smile, holding you close to his chest as he continued his meal.

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Theodore and Nb! Hufflepuff reader having a platonic duo of sun x moon trope. Like literally reader is the light of his day because of his they always make sure he has a good day so he feels as if he wants to return the favor. Like completely fluff as nb! Reader literally yaps and Theodore just smiles at them

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Sun and Moon

Pairings : Theodore Nott x NB! Reader Summary : In the bustling halls of Hogwarts, where magic swirls and friendships bloom, there exists a unique bond between you, a talkative and vibrant student, and Theodore, a reserved Slytherin. Together, you embody the sun and moon, lighting up each other's lives in unexpected ways. This fluffy fanfic delves into the heartwarming dynamics of your platonic relationship, filled with chatter, laughter, and the warmth of friendship. A/n : Listen to "So American" by Olivia Rodrigo while reading this (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k+

You practically bounce down the Hogwarts corridors, your energy infectious as you chatter away to anyone who crosses your path. Today, like any other day, you're on a mission—to brighten the world with your endless enthusiasm and lively conversation.

"Theodore!" you call out, spotting your Slytherin friend ahead. "Hey there, sleepyhead! How's my favorite snake doing today?"

Theodore looks up from his book, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good morning to you too, Y/N. You're as energetic as ever."

"Of course!" you exclaim, linking arms with him. "It's my duty to inject some excitement into your life. I mean, someone's got to keep you from turning into a nocturnal creature, right?"

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I suppose so. Though I must admit, your constant chatter does have its charms."

You grin, taking it as the highest compliment. "Well, get ready for another day filled with my charms, because I'm not planning on shutting up anytime soon!"

And true to your word, you prattle on about everything and anything, from the latest gossip to the most recent Quidditch match. Theodore listens, occasionally interjecting with a comment or question, but mostly content to let you lead the conversation.

As the day progresses, you notice Theodore's mood lifting, his demeanor becoming more relaxed in your presence. It's a subtle shift, but one that fills you with a sense of accomplishment. After all, making Theodore smile is like winning a small victory each day.

At lunchtime, you plop down beside him at the Slytherin table, piling your plate high with food as you continue your lively banter. Theodore watches you with amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you regale him with tales of your latest misadventures.

"Seriously, Y/N, how do you manage to get into so much trouble?" he asks, a fond smile playing on his lips.

You shrug, grinning unabashedly. "What can I say? Life's too short to play it safe. Besides, where's the fun in that?"

Theodore chuckles, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "You certainly have a point there."

After lunch, you drag Theodore to the courtyard, determined to enjoy the afternoon sunshine. You flop down on the grass, basking in the warmth as you chat animatedly about your plans for the upcoming weekend.

"I was thinking we could explore the Forbidden Forest," you say excitedly. "I mean, how cool would that be?"

Theodore raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Are you trying to get us expelled?"

You laugh, swatting his arm playfully. "Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure? Besides, I'll make sure we don't get caught. I've got a knack for talking my way out of sticky situations."

He shakes his head, but there's a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart swell with affection. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You grin, leaning back on your elbows as you soak in the warmth of the sun. "Guilty as charged. But admit it, you wouldn't have it any other way."

Theodore's smile softens, a warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. "No, I suppose I wouldn't."

And in that moment, as you lie side by side beneath the bright blue sky, you realize just how lucky you are to have Theodore by your side. He may be the moon to your sun, quiet and steady where you're bright and boisterous, but together, you make the perfect pair—a platonic duo destined to light up each other's lives in the most unexpected ways.

As the day draws to a close and the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you and Theodore head back to the castle, your laughter ringing out like music in the crisp evening air. And as you bid him goodnight, a sense of contentment washes over you, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, you'll always have each other—the sun and the moon, shining bright in the magical world of Hogwarts.

You're always eager to share your day's adventures with Theodore, recounting every detail with animated gestures and infectious enthusiasm. He listens with a patient smile, occasionally offering a quiet comment or nod of understanding.

At times, you worry that your constant chatter might annoy him, but Theodore assures you otherwise, his gentle demeanor a constant source of comfort and reassurance.

"You're like a ray of sunshine, Y/N," he says one evening, as the two of you sit by the lake, watching the stars twinkle overhead. "Always brightening up even the darkest of days."

You beam at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "And you're like the moon, Theodore. Quiet and steady, but always there when I need you."

He smiles, a softness in his eyes that tugs at your heartstrings. "Together, we make quite the pair, don't we?"

You nod, leaning against his shoulder as you gaze out at the tranquil waters of the lake. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of Hogwarts and the comforting presence of Theodore at your side, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and contentment.

No matter what challenges lie ahead, you know that as long as you have each other, you'll always find a way to weather the storm. For you are the sun and the moon, destined to shine bright in the magical world of Hogwarts, illuminating each other's lives with friendship, laughter, and love.

With a contented sigh, you lean your head against Theodore's shoulder, letting the peace of the night wash over you. And as you close your eyes, enveloped in the warmth of his presence, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that no matter what tomorrow may bring, you'll always have Theodore by your side—the moon to your sun, forever and always. And as you continue to chatter away, your words blending seamlessly with the soft rustle of turning pages, you know that no matter where life may lead you, you'll always treasure the special bond you share with Theodore—the sun and the moon, illuminating each other's lives with warmth and light.

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twistedkans · 3 months

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Yours - Part Three

→ A Glorious Masquerade Malleus x Reader x Rollo commission for my bestie

Warnings: mild Rollo-typical psuedoreligious content Characters: Yuu (Reader), Rollo Flamme, Malleus Draconia Word Count: 1.9k

Part One | Part Two

(Also available on Ao3)

༻ Yours ༺

“Now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: yours” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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The bottom level of the bell tower looked more akin to the inside of a child’s treehouse than that which housed such a valuable artifact. Walls of old wooden planks that had seen better days, a pile of cleaning supplies thrown into the corner of the “room,” and miscellaneous items scattered about on the floor made it hard to believe this was property of Noble Bell College.

The ceiling above you creaked softly, then a figure emerged from the stairs.

You were taken aback by the heartwarming smile on Rollo’s face. It was as if he couldn’t contain his emotions, but what had him in such uncharacteristically high spirits?

“I assume you had no trouble along the way here?” His voice was soft, fluffy like a cloud, and happy enough to be contagious if it weren’t Rollo acting in such a way.

You shook your head. “No, but I think I accidentally took the long way…” With a quiet chuckle to ease your nerves, you turned your attention back to the walls. “This place looks like it could collapse.” Rollo hummed to himself and chose to humor you for just a moment. “I suppose it could look such a way to an outsider, but the Bell of Solace, and this tower, have stood centuries with naught to protect it, and it continues to stand as our symbol of hope.”

And for the first time, you felt the urge to smile at the man before you. His eyes didn’t hold that malicious fire or anger or disgusting pity towards you. He did not reach for his handkerchief, and his smile reached his eyes, now as bright as a young child’s curious gaze.

He looked…happy?

“Centuries? I guess that’s why it looks so old.”

Rollo cleared his throat, but that smile did not fade from his expression. “Yes, quite so.”

It couldn’t be said how it began, but you and Rollo engaged in casual conversation, everything from the bell tower’s history to that of Noble Bell College and even to the world you knew before coming to Twisted Wonderland. Although you weren’t too interested in drawn out history, especially when it was quite boring, you were interested in listening to Rollo’s joyful rambling. He reminded you of a few of your own friends who clung to all-too specific things and wouldn’t shut up about them. And, whether you would admit it or not, it was a trait the two of you shared, at least to some extent.

And to Rollo, nothing could be more interesting than anything you had to say. He would listen with bated breath to any anecdote you wished to give him, storing each little detail in the deepest part of his mind so that he may never lose these pieces of yourself you willingly offered to him.

His heart did not bleed, his feet did not graze the fires of hell, and his mind was no longer consumed by an endless darkness.

His beating heart threatened to burst from his chest, throwing him into a momentary state of panic.

What was this?

Whatever was he supposed to do with whatever this was?

You rambled on with yet another story, unaware of his distress. “–then Ace pointed his magic pen at Deuce, and Deuce ended up summoning a cauldron that nearly crushed me.” You laughed under your breath, remembering the moment with a fond smile. “He couldn’t stop apologizing after that, Ace too, even though he insisted it was all Deuce’s fault. You’d be surprised how many times I’ve nearly been hit with an awry spell from one of those two.”

Rollo’s heart was stunned. It turned to stone in an instant, no longer able to beat. His chest was a cavity of ice so cold he could not have a single warm feeling within it. Darkness stormed in his mind, taking apart and putting back together everything you said, twisting your innocent words to fit his sinister narrative.

Just like the knife that twisted in his heart, shredding it to pieces.

He shouldn’t be there. You shouldn’t be there.

It was easy enough to step away from you, to excuse himself from your presence, and to remember why he was doing any of this in the first place.

He failed to go through with his plan, but that wouldn’t stop him from doing what he needed to do to keep you safe from the cruel, magic-charged world.

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The sky had darkened to a deep blue by the time you left the bell tower. The air was cool, and yet, there was a certain warmth lingering at your fingertips, nipping at your skin like a crackling fire. There was no fire though, or any noise at all. In fact, it was almost too quiet, and that terrible feeling in your gut refused to die down no matter how many times you told yourself everything was fine. The beating of your frantic heart in your chest did not quicken from your flustered state, but rather, the intense panic and dire peril you felt was approaching.

You ran the rest of the way to the ballroom, unable to shake the feeling that something was chasing you.

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”I should thank you, Flamme.”

”I beg your pardon? Surely it is I who should be grateful to you for gracing me with your presence, Draconia.”

A standoff. Rollo sat at one end of the table, closest to the fire, while Malleus sat at the opposite end. Each held a metallic cup, one silver, one gold, yet who held which cup could not be discerned. Neither could Rollo’s mutterings, of which he did many as he covered his mouth with his handkerchief.

Malleus chuckled, though it no longer held a single ounce of friendliness. “And there it is again, this gratitude you spoke of before. Must you refuse to divulge the meaning of it? Or its purpose, perhaps, for you must be aware that I have little use for your gratitude, Student Council President of Noble Bell College or not.”

The response he received was a glare he made sure Malleus saw. “I loathe you.”

”As do I,” Malleus hummed. His sharp nails, gloveless, tapped against the wooden table and he took an idle sip from his glass. “Tell me, Flamme, what have I ever given you? Besides my presence, as you so humbly pointed out.”

Fire seethed through Rollo’s skin and weaved its way to his heart, but he could only laugh in the face of agony. “It is nothing of note, truly.”

Malleus, whose heart ached and burned with passion, longing, and anger, only offered a nod in response. “If you say so.” He raised his glass up and towards Rollo. “Shall we clink our cups together in honor of this marvelous evening?”

”We shall.” Rollo, who felt he had little choice in the matter, raised his own glass and let its rim tap against Malleus’, silver against gold, and they both took a sip.

”Cheers to this glorious masquerade.”

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In all of your time running—how long had you been running for now?—you didn’t feel any closer to your destination. The halls feigned infinitude, but you were sure such a thing could not be possible. The gilded walls and thick stained glass murals that offered you no peek to the outside were beginning to give you a headache. Your feet were sore and your heart was racing and your damn hands were–

Something blocked your path. Something cold, something large, something–

”Malleus?” You looked up at those familiar, comforting emerald eyes, yet they only looked behind you.

”Yuu.” The voice that reached your ears wasn’t his.

You tried to turn around, but Malleus’ hands firmly held you in place, not even allowing you to tilt your head. Warmth did not reach your skin, only a frigid cold that seeped into your lungs and your heart. A question crossed your mind, one you had never thought of in all the time you’ve spent with Malleus

Am I safe?

”I admire how brazen someone of your status is willing to act, Flamme.”

Rollo approached the two, your only indicator being his footsteps as they intentionally clicked against the floor. You could feel a scowl burning into the back of his head, and as such, you were caught by surprise when the man’s voice was gentle, just the same as your conversation in the bell tower. “You are mistaken as I am no such thing.” A hand was placed on your shoulder, filled with a heat that nearly burned you, but it was quickly pried away by Malleus’ own hand. “I am nothing short of a man of piety and righteousness.”

Malleus didn’t miss a beat. “And who is your god, Flamme?” When he didn’t give a quick enough response, Malleus pressed on, hands subconsciously tightening around your small figure. “Who do you pray to? Who do you beg for repentance to? Who do you give gratitude to for each and every thing in life, for I know I am no such god to you? Who are you really grateful for, Flamme?”

A blanket of silence muffled your thoughts and deprived you of your words. Rollo’s unspoken answer weighed heavy in the air, yet you could not quite grasp it, not until his breath ran down your neck and his fiery hot hand reached around to stroke your jaw.

”Yuu, my angel, my god Yuu.” Rollo’s voice barely reached a whisper as the words forced their way into your mind. His lips touched your ear, an action Malleus seemed to allow. It was as if Rollo was nothing more than a starved child being offered the smallest of scraps for him to eat up with desperation for Malleus’ sheer entertainment.

It was the rawest form of depravity in his eyes.

A foot brushed your leg and tapped against Rollo’s, signaling for him to step back, though you were sure you weren’t meant to feel that. Just as a starved child would, Rollo clung to you for moments more before being properly kicked in the shin. It was only then that he let go willingly, but the embers remained against your skin, drawing his hands and lips against your body, unable to be forgotten.

”Do what you must, Flamme, so that I may thoroughly defeat you.”

Malleus finally loosened your grip, and you nearly ripped away from Malleus as you turned, coming face-to-face with eyes a shade of green-blue that were filled with more emotion than even your own. His cheeks were dusted pink, and you were sure yours were, too.

”Rollo…” You spoke his name with a wavering voice, filled with uncertainty.

He offered you a smile in return and a quick bow of the head. “Thank you, Yuu, for letting me be yours.” In one sweeping step he turned and began to walk away. “I shall look forward to the finale of this glorious masquerade, Malleus Draconia.”

It wasn’t until after Rollo left, when you and Malleus were alone once more, that he chose to speak. A single finger reached up to stroke the spot between your collarbone for just a moment before resting against your cheek. His hands were no longer cold.

”Are you alright?”

Your response was a dull nod. “Yeah…”

”Are you sure?”

You nodded again, this time with more effort. “Yes, Malleus, I’m alright.”

He leaned down, his breath tickling your neck as he whispered into your ear. “I love the sound of my name spilling from your lips.”

Your reddened cheeks only deepened in color. You turned so you could properly look at him. “And I believe I would love the sound of my name from you, too, Malleus. I didn’t give it to you for nothing.”

”Alright…” He tilted his head and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “I’m yours, forever and always, Yuu.”

And that was the final part! Hope you guys enjoyed <33 - 🪄

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redskull199987 · 1 year

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New Experiences

Sodo x female!reader(new Ghoul/replacement for Aether)

Word count:1.8k

Warnings:Brief mentions of smoking/vaping(be smart kids, don't smoke), kissing, flirting, teasing, in general very fluffy actually

Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was a working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided, that it was finally her time to shine…

let me know if you wanna be tagged

PartI(you are here),Part II, Part III

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To say that you were nervous, was definitely an understatement. Even though, you were supposed to be exited or cheerful, all you could feel was Nervousness.

Eyeing yourself in the mirror of your dressing room definitely didn't make it any better. When you first went to the fitting for your stage outfit, you were almost going feral, excitement barely containable.

But now?

You felt like an imposter. After all, you were just a replacement. At least, that's what you told yourself, being sure that the fans wouldn't like you or boo at you.

With a sigh, you sat back down and looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn't much time until the concert was about to start. You desperately tried to calm yourself, but it was useless. Being at the verge of tears, your head shot up, when you heard a knock on the door.

"My love, are you alright?"

You immediately recognized the voice as Sodo. He sounded softer than usual. And…worried?

"Come in", you quietly said, taking one last look in the mirror, making sure that you didn't look too much out of place.

You watched as the door opened and the, still unmasked, Ghoul carefully stepped inside. Only after a few seconds of staring you up and down, he finally spoke again.

"You look gorgeous!", he breathed out, seemingly in awe of your outfit.

"Really?", you asked, trying to hide the panic in your voice, "I'm not sure, if the fans will like me."

"Oh, I'm sure they will", Sodo smiled and stepped towards you.

He casually pulled you closer by your hips, your hands hitting his chest. As you looked up at him, he gifted you a heartwarming grin. You took the moment to fully gaze at his Ghoul form. His pupils a little blown and the small horns on his forehead, right below his hairline. The tail that you felt wrapping around your leg, while yours did the same. You had always loved his true form more than his human form, that he took in for his stage appearance. Something that you didn't do as often, considering that you didn't have to leave the ministry as often as him. But you had to get used to it. After all, you would be joining them for the entire tour.

Sodo seemed to notice, that you were beyond nervous, so he softly placed his lips on your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss. Something you weren't used from him.

"Everything will be okay, my love. The fans will love you", he mumbled and looked you in the eyes, "And if you feel uncomfortable, just come over to me and we'll play together, alright?"

"Thank you, Sodo", you smiled, his kind words actually helped you to calm down at least a little bit, "I'll hold you up to that!"

Sodo chuckled softly, before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your heart skipped a beat and within seconds, all your negative thoughts were washed away. All you could think about was Sodo and how close his body was, how his lips were working against yours, slowly pushing you back against your desk…

A knock on the door startled the both of you. You quickly broke apart and looked over to the door.

"Yes?!", you asked loudly.

"Y/N!? Is Sodo with you? We've been looking for you two! Come on it's time to shine!", you heard the voice of Swiss, the multi-Ghoul was exited to finally be on tour again. You barely had time to answer, as you already heard him stomp away again.

" Here goes nothing ", you breathed, a little bit of the panic coming back to you.

"You will rock this, I know it", Sodo smiled, kissing you one last time, before grabbing your helmet and giving it to you.

"Are you ready?!", he smiled.

You gingerly grabbed the helmet and put it on after changing to your human form:"Ready as I'll ever be!"

You had to admit, Sodo was totally right about this. Even though, the fans were a little bit sad after hearing that Aether and Sunshine wouldn't be joining the Band on tour, they still cheered loudly as you and Aurora were introduced. The two of you smiled at each other and thanked the fans, before walking to your places. And the concert began.

To say, that it was the best thing you had ever done in your life, didn't even come close to describing what you felt. There was a lot of bickering with Rain and Sodo, of course. The two Ghouls teasing you all the time and you couldn't, but tease them back just as merciless.

Right now, you were just feeling the music and showing off your skills on the Rhythm Guitar. You were nervous about what you wanted to do next, but the adrenaline in your body finally allowed you to do it.

As Papa was singing his lyrics, while standing at the front of the stage, you quickly jumped in front of him, strumming your guitar with all you had, leaning your body back and completely blocking Papa from the crowd.

And you heard them cheer and laugh for you, as Papa finally realized, that you were standing in front of him. He only shook his head, a small smile on his face and walked towards the other side of the stage. You chuckled quietly and continued playing, making your way over to Rain and Sodo.

You gifted the two Ghouls a smile, as they finally noticed you. Sodo immediately walked over to you, while Rain just giggled at how Sodo acted like a lost puppy around you.

You blew Sodo a quick kiss, earning cheers and screams from the crowd. You placed your foot on one of the small podest's, continuing to play your guitar. Sodo quietly sneaked closer and as he finally reached you, he carefully laid his head on your shoulder, since your were taller than him withy your leg propped up.

The crowd practically erupted and it only got worst, as you leaned your head on top of Sodo's, inching closer to his body.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Rain stepped closer now too. The song just ended and he handed you something. You were surprised at first, but then noticed, that it was vape. You grinned at Rain, as he walked away.

You nudged Sodo's shoulder, so that he looked up at you. You showed him the vape and he nodded. You carefully brought it to his lips and he took a deep breath in. He held it for a few seconds, only staring you down, before blowing the entire smoke into your face. You tried not to react and stay still, but you struggled a bit not to cough.

Meanwhile the fans seemed to go feral about your little interaction with the fire Ghoul. But at this moment, you didn't really care, you only had eyes for Sodo.

As the smoke had vanished, you handed Sodo the vape and he grinned, knowing what you wanted. And just as you did it before, he lifted the vape to your lips and you took a deep breath in, also trying to hold it for a few seconds. But as you were about to blow it out, Sodo moved his face closer to yours, lips almost touching.

At this point, you couldn't hold it in any longer, you breathed out and while some smoke just dissolved into the air, a part of it was taken up by Sodo, who only breathed it out towards you again. You chuckled at this, knowing that he used to do this with Aether before.

As all the smoke had vanished again and you where about to play the next song, Sodo pulled you closer one more time, giving you a strong hug, both his arms engulfing you entirely. You couldn't contain your laughter and hugged him back just as tight, before you had to part again in order to play the next song.

After many more songs and many more interactions, not only with the Ghouls but also with your fellow Ghoulettes, it was time to say goodbye to the crowd.

You and the other's were walking around, throwing your picks into the crowd. You were currently at the front of the stage, also cheering and thanking all the people that had come today. You even kneeled down and shook some hands, as one of the fans in the front rows handed you a black rose. You looked at It perplexed and pointed a finger at yourself, as if to ask if it was really for you. The person nodded strongly and showed a heart with their fingers. You were close to tears at this point, feeling so much appreciation for the people that had come today. You wanted to show a heart sign too, but had the rose still in hand, so without thinking, you slipped it into you mouth to repeat the fan's action.

Loud cheers erupted and at first you were confused and then you noticed that it was because of the rose between your lips. You laughed and quickly took it out again, mimicking being pierced by armors arrow in the heart because of how sweet the fans were.

After your little interaction with the crowd, you walked back to the others and you all said your goodbyes, bowing together, before finally getting off stage.

Being finally able to take the helmet off, was definitely a relief. What you didn't expect, was Sodo running towards you and engulfing you in his arms, lifting you into the air and spinning you around.

"You were awesome, my love!!", he smiled, before letting you back down.

You only giggled and softly kissed his cheek:"So were you, dear."

"I told you, it would be alright", he smiled proudly, while his Ghoul form slowly returned. You could already see the horns on his forehead, starting to grow again.

"Thank you for everything", you mumbled, leaning into his side, as you made your way to the dressing rooms, ready to shower and change into something comfortable for the night.

"Of course", Sodo uttered, "And by the way, I think the Fans absolutely loved you!"

You could only smile, looking at the rose still resting in your hand:"I loved them too, to be honest. They were very supportive."

"I think this tour will be the best one yet", Sodo stated, opening the door of your dressing room for you, as you finally reached it.

"Why? Because you can even tease me on stage now?", you asked jokingly.

"That, and because I get to play with my favorite person in the world now!",he grinned. You blushed a bit, but nodded and before he could say something more, you grabbed the black tie, that was loosely hanging around his neck and pulled him into the dressing room, the door slamming shut behind you.

You hoped, that no one would be interrupting you this time.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 9 months

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Whoo hoooo!! Congrats! And yay! Okay… you’ve got such incredibly moving work, it’s enticing to see what you’re gonna do with short word limits!! 😍 if it pleases the jury, may I please request…

Hunter, fem reader, suggestive fluffy, 300 words, number 14 - "You're allowed to need help."

Hunter saying the line… Maybe as some kind of new step in their relationship, taking it further, from flirting to more meaningful/real? Just all that cheesy heartwarming emotional stuff. 😂 Bonus if nature is involved!

Annnnd, of course, always feel free to ignore! Love having you here and can’t wait to see all the drabbles from this event! 😁

Hold It Like This

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: suggestive themes, fluff, innuendos

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: Free, my darling, you are my first event request! Thank you so much for participating 🥺 Ohhhh, a Hunter request 👀 I don't think I've ever written for him before 🤔 Well, no time like the present to give it a shot. I hope you like how I wrote him! It's definitely fluffy… and suggestive 😏 Please enjoy 💚

It’s a gorgeous morning in the woods with fresh dew making the area glisten like crystal. Hunter leans against the doorway of the cabin, sipping his mug of caf while watching you struggle to chop wood for the fire. He offered to do it himself, but you insisted that you could handle it on your own. He winces at your latest attempt of a swing, but smiles at the adorable frustrated grunt you make when the ax head misses its mark.

Hunter shakes his head and sets his caf down on the railing, not able to watch any longer in fear that you’ll hurt yourself. He walks up behind you and chuckles softly. “You’re allowed to need help, you know.”

You pout and mumble under your breath that you would’ve figured it out eventually, but that is a lie. You knew the moment you felt the weight of the ax that this task was out of your league. You release a heavy sigh of defeat. “Show me?” you ask.

Hunter smiles and obliges your request. He presses his broad chest against your back and rests his head between your neck and shoulder. He wraps his arms around your torso and lays his hands atop yours, slowly moving them along the smooth length of the ax handle. “Hold it like this,” he says. His deep and smoky breath tickles your neck, causing the little hairs to stand on end. “Make sure your grip is tight around it.”

The intense heat radiating from his body causes your heart to beat faster as your face flushes. Your mouth is like a desert and you swallow hard, trying to remind yourself that you’re supposed to be chopping wood. “Like this?” you ask, a little too breathy.

“Just like that,” Hunter whispers in your ear.

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thenewblackcanvas · 7 months

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could you do something for seungmin😣 I know it’s scary time but could you do a fluffy one?? Halloween fluffy???

plz I just need more min

a/n: This was supposed to be fluffy(and it is) but it definitely wasn’t how it turned out haha I had a prompt I still wanted to use for seungminnie and it just became...well, yeah. I'll put the prompt I used at the end to avoid spoilers.

♡ spooky season 2023 ♡

“Can you stop cheating please?”

Seungmin laughs. “I told you last year to get better.”

With a pout, you accept your fourth defeat in a row. “Fine, then can we play something else.”

He pauses taking on a sorrowful face. “It’s almost 10, we should start the movie soon.” The implication is enough so you nod without looking up, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

He tries to put on a smile though it doesn’t reach his eyes as he goes over to the extensive movie collection on the shelves. “Casper right?”

You scoff, “A little on the nose isn’t it?”

“Aww cmon. How about ‘Ghost’?

“How about 'Ghostbusters'?” You joke, pushing him away playfully.

“Ok ok” He laughs heartily. You take in the sight of his joy. His adorable smile and the sound of his genuine laughter. You lock the moment away in your mind for later before it makes you too sad.

Skipping over the theme of ghosts completely, you settle on ‘Warm Bodies’. Seungmin’s house was definitely the best choice this year. Not only with the movie and game selection but privacy this time. This year, your house is the site of a loud horror movie sleepover party. Way too many things and way too many people. His house was quiet thanks to other parties farther away and much more alcohol-fueled.

Partway through the movie, something about his proximity swirls your emotions again. Close but not close enough, though too nervous to do anything about it. You fidget and squirm with the rising feelings until the arm thrown around you pulls you tighter. He brings your legs onto his lap and hugs you closer. As you look up to his face his eyes are still on the screen but he is wearing a comforting smile. You snuggle into him and you swear his cheeks redden ever so slightly.

When the movie finally finishes, you are both relieved and anxious to see its 11:32.

Usually by now you would just talk casually, dissecting the movie or laughing about how hard you jumped at every jumpscare. This time, it’s silent. You can’t bring yourself to say much after the heartwarming ending. You want to keep the feeling of the love story but how can you when you know what’s coming? The tightness in your chest is already starting.

“_____?”

Seungmin is looking at you expectantly. You don’t say anything as you see confusion and sadness as well. It’s only when he wipes away a tear from your cheek that you realize you’re crying a bit.

You want to tell him you’re ok, that you’ll be fine. But you can’t lie like that, not right now. You think of the feelings you’ve been forced to keep to yourself and how you don’t want to long for him in silence anymore. Without a warning from your own brain you surge forward, kissing him. Understandably it takes a moment for him to comprehend what just happened but he kisses back happily. His arms tighten around you as he deepens the kiss. You put all your passion for him into it knowing you can’t express it so easily with words. A hand caresses your damp face making you both realize you are still spilling tears.

He finally pulls away for you to see he’s doing the same. You hate to see the pain in his eyes though you know now you’re feeling the exact same even more so than you thought.

As he opens his mouth to speak, he stops, eyes widening as he looks at something over your shoulder.

“It’s almost time.”

Your heads falls forward against his chest with a sob.

“I know.” he says softly. He lets you cry for a moment, unsure of how to comfort you since he feels the same helpless sorrow. As you sniffle and sit up, he stands, letting your legs fall from his lap.

He reaches a hand out for you. As you take it, you both walk outside.

The street is quiet. No wild parties with drunk people flooding from houses are taking place in the neighborhood. It made for a calm night but now it just seems lonely. He squeezes your hand tighter indicating he feels the same.

You two walk silently into the street and as your house gets closer you fold more into his side.

He stops right in the middle bringing you in front of him so you don’t have to look at it. You rest your hands on his waist as he holds your face, giving you another half-hearted smile. It would help ease the pain a little but the tightness in your chest is getting worse. You ball your fists, grabbing his shirt with them. You know he feels it too but he keeps his brave face.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll just be across the street.”

With all the longing that's to come, you throw yourself into his arms as the tightness begins to spread.

You hold him tight, not willing to let him go so easy. He does the same whimpering “no, no please” as he feels the pull begin.

As the loud chimes begin to signal midnight, you feel like you're being torn apart. You grip harder, tears wetting your faces, noses running, but neither of you care. You hear his cries get louder next to your ear.

Until silence.

The pull has ceased and now you only hear faint music. You will yourself to open your eyes.

As you see the same window, you begin to wail. This spot haunts you constantly but no more than in this moment. It is where you died. The spot you bled out in. The spot you return to every year at November 1st.

With new tears, you run down the stairs and out the door. You rush to the edge of the property, falling on your knees when you can’t go any further. You shriek and sob into the night before you see Seungmin on the opposite side of the street doing the same thing. His face is just as wet as his body shakes with emotion. His glossy eyes are stuck on you as he wishes he could just walk the short distance.

You futilely raise your arm, pushing against the invisible barrier. It was no use as always.

Both stuck in the places your lives ended to suffer 364 days of the year until your lonely souls can find solace in the other once again.

Prompt: 🌙Mutual Pining trope - but they’re ghosts who haunt the houses across the street from each other and can only leave their property on Halloween night!

#seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin angst #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #spooky season 2023 #seungmin drabbles

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flutteringfable · 6 months

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

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

"HIIIII TWILIGHT!" exclaimed a familiar voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Was watching Oops and it finally hit me when Blitz called Fizz out on being a “spoiled attention whore” who gets everything he wants without effort and … Blitz is kinda right? 🤔 Like not to say Fizz didn’t work hard and had to put up with Mammon, but Fizz is basically now living it up on top, with his sugar daddy there to give him everything he needs, only has to interact with Mammon once a year, and he really doesn’t do anything to address the “purse dog” accusations. And then the way Fizz responds it by looking at the leash Ozz gave him which I guess is supposed to be heartwarming, but to me plays more like the literal pet imagery …🤢 (I don’t think Fizz is literally Ozzie’s pet but I wonder how Fizz feels about it. It probably won’t be explored)

Pampered* is what he said and yes I see why he’d think that? Though he doesn’t have the full story on that front and I’m sure he doesn’t fully believe it because he does think he ruined fizz’s life. Then again even as a kid he always got the nicer clothes and the better attention.

But yeah…the other 364 days of the year fizz says “my life has been pretty great” so him being abused ?? Contradicts that. Unless he’s being dishonest and secretive. And his critic says “all you do is work at that (redacted) sleaze joint” “you aren’t even a clown anymore” and clown and jester are used interchangeably. This hurts him as if it’s true. He’s quick to believe what others say.

Viv said he was being fake at the show and that he prefers love to lust, but is also liking tweets saying he loves it at Ozzies..??? I cant follow. And how is fizz being overly sexual and preyed on by creepy fans Mammons fault when it’s at Ozzies where all of this happens? Asmodeus doesn’t like when Fizz is sexualised and when fans ogle at him so…why does he pay fizz to do it in “the house of Asmodeus” even when fizz is branded to all ages.

Up until now the fizzbot said “shipped from big Ozzies factory” fizz says “designed by the big man himself” and Asmodeus talks about the fact he doesn’t like designing these things “for him” so I just can’t follow on who’s responsible.

I’m so confused by this narrative. It would make so much more sense if Ozzie said he regrets having a part to play rather than saying it’s all mammons fault cause he’s shitty.

Oh the leash imagery and later the fact Striker says the term ‘purse dog’, when the quivies are representative of chihuahua, is 100% on purpose. What are they doing with it? I don’t know.

Even calling Fizz a pillow princess ties into it. There’s references to ropes and handcuffs multiple times and I guess im supposed to see that as a kink joke maybe? Or literally? I’m not sure. Kinda like when Blitz is cuffed and collared in truth seekers. Mam puts cuffs on him too but those aren’t the soft fluffy kind. Idk the imagery and what I’m supposed to conclude from it is iffy, but there’s definitely a clear pattern.

Fizz’s profile on Ozzies phone, the fluffy cuffs and the imp—offensive animal nickname, whether I’m supposed to see it as cute or as something a bit symbolically darker? I dont know. When it comes to sexuality in this hellaverse anything goes. Even the imagery of Blitz and Fizz in a cage talking about Asmodeus and Stolas is interesting imagery to say the least. Striker is at least somewhat right but then blitz calls him a reverse racist or something …

What is this shows commentary on class ???? aaaaaaa

Unless Viv doesn’t…know what a pillow princess actually is, and thinks it just sounds pretty cause it has princess in it. that’s a possibility. She basically called him a selfish lover? Like Blitz to Verosika?

Fizz also makes animal noises like “meow” and “ribbit” which is basically an imp slur “fire toad” that was not played for laughs. It’s played like it’s an in universe offensive term. Ozzie doesn’t respect imps, just fizz. He calls moxie “a limp dick imp” and blitz a “feisty imp” and threatens to harm his employees who did nothing but look surprised at them both.

And the fact Fizz hurts several imps succubi and other hellborn in his tirade shows how much he has lost touch with people of his own class. Then being caught up in that fight noise gave him agency back, he was an equal teaming up with Blitzø and fighting his own fight. He fucking knocked out Striker, that’s insane change from “i just wanna go home”

As for right now I’m doubtful they’ll address issues with Ozzie because the ship is marketable and popular. They seemed to have transferred strikers commentary on royals from Asmodeus to mammon. Insisting that Asmodeus and stolas are “the good nice monarchs who do nothing wrong ever” but, who knows.

I feel like Fizz only gets to take a break when he’s with Oz, “money can’t buy happiness but it can rent you paradise” feels like this is a hint towards fizz and Ozzies tender but tumultuous, secret relationship. Because he’s been so mistreated before, he’s fine with submitting to some pampering and infantilisation but can’t fully trust it, he doesn’t fully like it, he has to lie, minimise situations, overstate his capabilities, and even beg, for some agency back. Because he’s vulnerable as a disabled imp with fame. Oz would rather Fizz not be famous anymore so people leave him alone, so he can have fizz to himself, even though it’s important to fizz. So he’s conflicted. And very happy when he quits performing. He’s definitely not the one with the agency around mammon or around Asmodeus, and his status as an imp, feeling inferior, and them as kings of sin, whom he feels unworthy of, is exactly why. When he says he doesn’t care what mammon thinks anymore….he turns back to Asmodeus for a thumbs up of approval. And relaxes when he gets it.

#helluva boss critical #fizzarozzie crit

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aronelydancer · 1 month

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keep on crying, babe i don't mind - conan <3

minors dni. 18+ interaction only. rated explicit. 1.3k words - smut drabble

sub puppy conan x gender neutral master dom reader (no y/n)

dom/sub, puppy play (gear), subspace, blow job, orgasm denial, boys crying

You slip the fluffy brown-black ears over Conan’s head and step back to look at him.

“Is it good?” He asks, not shy at all, if a little coy.

“You always look good.” You respond, eyes excavating him.

He turns over, in his spiky collar with the chain lead and ears, to show you his pretty matching tail plug nestled inside of him. Conan gets on his knees and lowers his chest to the bed, presenting his ass and wagging the tail for you. You hum in approval, he keens lightly in the back of his throat.

“Not sure what you’re whining about,” you muse as you pet over his ass, thighs, the tail. “You’re not getting anything out of tonight.”

“Want you, Master.” Conan begs prettily.

“And you’ll have me.”

You scratch down the back of his thigh and it’s not hard enough to mark, but it’s enough to make him shiver. You go back to his ass and knead the flesh carefully, feeling him squirm as the plug moves inside of him. It probably nudges his sweet spot, that’s the little twitches you get from him.

“Wag it again,” you command. He does, shaking his ass so the tail waves back and forth. “Good puppy.”

“Thank you, Master.”

You take a step away, unbuckling your belt and pulling your clothes down enough. He hears this and turns his head, eyes hungry at the bulge in your underwear.

“Do you see something you like, dog?” You say coldly.

Conan nods eagerly, it’s kind of pitiful.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?”

“Mhmm. Never have.” Conan says with wide eyes, forgetting his filter.

Your eyebrows raise, and you palm yourself just to keep him watching.

“But you’ve thought of it?”

“Thought of you.” He replies immediately.

“Hand me your leash.”

He reaches over and hands you the leather loop at the end of the chain. You yank him roughly by the collar, twisting his whole body until he’s on his knees in front of you and still wincing in pain. There are tears in his eyes, but you know he’ll be really crying later, so it doesn’t bother you.

“Listening?” You ask simply.

Conan’s eyes blink open, fogged over and the darkest brown you’ve ever seen. Or maybe they’re just all pupils at this point, he’s obsessed with you and wants your cock in his mouth, this time it isn’t pitiful.

“Good boy…” You pat his chin with your hand holding the leash as he smiles genuinely. It’s heartwarming.

Leaning forward, Conan mouths over your cock through the fabric of your underwear. You brush your free hand through his curls thoughtfully, encouraging. His mouth is all over you, lapping sloppily and sucking at your cock through your underwear. You moan lightly to keep him going, petting him and praising as he goes.

The ears almost fall off a couple of times, but you adjust them as needed.

“Master, please?” Conan asks as he pulls away, eyes locked on his prize. You give up on calling him eager, he’s just like that, you suppose.

Pulling down your underwear, you work your cock and look over his face. His eyes are hypnotized, lips parted, face deeply flushed. He’s pretty, gonna look prettier soon.

“What if instead: you kept your paws to yourself, and I jerked off over your pretty face?” You ask clinically, finally getting him to meet your eyes again.

“I want you in my mouth.” He says very seriously.

You yank his leash and he whines.

“I don’t give a shit what you want, dog.”

Conan whines again, a softer one in defeat. You grab him by the head and open his jaw, sticking two fingers against his tongue and pressing down. His mouth drops open and he drools, eyes lidded as he stares between your frustrated face and hard cock. He loves this.

He makes a weak sound in the back of his throat, drools more.

Releasing him, you secure your hold on his leash, then use the other hand to hold your cock out. You press the tip against his lips and he kittenlicks the slit before opening up to take you in. You moan as you press in, feeding until the head of your cock hits the back of the throat, then slowly sliding out. His mouth is wet and soft; perfection.

You expected Conan to work for it, but as his mouth is left open and empty, he just drips useless drool onto the bed.

“Braindead pup,” you tease. You grab him by the hair and shake him a bit. “You wanna use your mouth? Or should I use your mouth?”

“Use me.” Conan mumbles.

“Good boy.” You praise easily.

Your cock slides back in, and you slowly build a rhythm of fucking into his mouth. He covers his teeth with his lips and laves his tongue, hungry for precum and the taste of you in his mouth. Conan’s hands hold onto your thighs by his head and grip tight enough to bruise, so you pull the leash to shove your cock down his throat and hold him there.

His throat spasms, you hold him.

Tears crop up and fall, you still hold him.

Then you release him and he falls back, coughing weakly.

“I haven’t cum yet, puppy, why’d you stop?” You ask him, feigning confusion.

Conan coughs roughly, eyes teary and face blotchy with sweat and blush.

You pull the leash again and he moves forward, swaying as he kneels in front of you.

“Hey,” you drop your tone, getting softer. “Conan?”

He blinks a couple times, looking up at you all foggy-eyed and wanting.

“Sorry. Break.” Conan whispers hoarsely.

You hum in agreement, leaning down to kiss the top of his head while he catches his breath. After a bit he creeps forward and this time takes you into his mouth of his own accord. He bobs his head like a good boy, taking you deep and moving his tongue in his sweet mouth. You occasionally buck your hips to fuck his face for fun, and soon you feel heat swirling in you gut.

“You gonna swallow, Cone?” You tease, knowing the answer.

Conan moans around your cock and you really look at him, his fallen tears and cloudy gaze, lips cherry red and working over you diligently. He tries so hard to be good for you, it drives you crazy. You fuck your cock in harder, getting him to choke and cry again. Chasing your orgasm, you drop the leash and just hold him by his hair. He goes limp, letting you really use him.

Spilling down his throat, you sigh as your body trembles slightly with the release. The endorphins after are lovely, so you’re a bit dreamy as you take in Conan’s state.

“Oh, poor pup.” You muse.

He did swallow, but he also collapsed onto his back as soon as you were done and still has a tail plug inside of him. He’s also hard as a rock and the ears fell off. You chuckle, reaching out and poking his thigh.

“Did you die?”

“No,” he answers quietly. “I’m not allowed to cum.”

He sounds all pathetic and pitiful again, it’s cute.

“That’s correct. You asked to be used, so you were used.”

“Hurts, Master.”

“Then let’s clean up and cuddle and you’ll feel better.”

Conan sits up and smacks you with his hand, pouting and still deep in subspace.

“Wanna cum.” He requests gently.

“No, hon, next time.”

He’s quiet, looking at you then looking down at one of your hands. Conan picks it up and gently plays with your fingers.

“Will you fuck me and make me cum?” He asks, tender and soft and you want to touch the words. They sound sacred and worth their weight in gold.

You lean down and wrap around him, kissing all over his head and face until he’s not as pouty anymore and forgets about his dick.

“I’ll give you everything you want, babe.” You promise.

#conan gray #conan gray imagine #conan gray fanfiction #conan gray x reader #conan gray x you #conan gray smut #x reader #x you #mine

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Kinnporsche Fic Rec List

For @kprecfest I wanted to rec the fics that I thought deserve actually a lot more love from this fandom (this is by no means a complete list, there is like waaay to many good fics in this fandom and way too little of me but it's just the little ones that I'm like how do they not have way more kudos and bookmarks??? When they're so good??? Also all of them are kinn x porsche)

Confusing Emotions by tessalane on ao3

Rating: E

Chapters: 14/?

Word count: 68,346

Summary: Porsche is a mafia baby even if he hates it and doesn't want to "lead the family business". He grew up knowing Kinn, but their families are enemies so they're supposed to be enemies. Yet Porsche can't help to be always drawn to Kinn, always somewhat finding themselves at the same place they orbit each other their whole life.

Why I love it: Listen, it's first of all very beautifully written, second just the first chapters of young Porsche and him discovering himself are just !!! Also the tension between Kinn and Porsche, the way Porsche wants to hate him but in the end he wants him in his life so badly, the way Kinn can't help but be kind to Porsche, can't help himself wanting to take care of him just aaaaahh

Trials & Tribulations by rainbowcolored7 (@rainbowcolored7 ) on ao3

Rating: E

Chapters: 3/3

Word count: 26,348

Summary: In which Kinn is a renowned lawyer for TK & Associates, as well as a certified bastard, and Porsche is his new assistant who isn't sure whether he'll scald him with hot coffee or fuck him before he decides to quit.

Why I love it: It's fun, it's heartwarming, it's smutty, it's well written, it's just so good guys. The friendship between Pete and Porsche there is fun and I enjoyed it, the Kinnporsche relationship wanted me to bite nails because like JUST FUCK ALREADY and then they did and dear god was like so fucking mindblowing.

speeding through all of these red lights by foreigncars on ao3

Rating: E

Chapters: 14/14

Word count: 76,033

Summary: Alternative version of canon where Porsche asks to work for Kinn instead.

Why I love it: listen it was written mostly based off the book that we shall not speak about but it's so so so good you might actually think it was more similar to the show. The characterization, OH MY GOD THIS KINN IS JUST SO *SCREAMS*, I've read this like three times and idk the relationship between Porsche and Kinn is so natural, the need to know each other, the companionship, the horniness, I fucking love it

your eyes are liquor, your body is gold by cherry_apples22 on ao3

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 7,140

Summary: Bottom Kinn agenda thrives. It's all smut and fluff.

Why I love it: it's so tender guys, so fucking lovely, the wording makes you just want to cry but also IT'S SMUT AND A GOOD ONE, Kinn gets to bottom AND stay in character??? Good for him, good for him

Thorns Cut Deep (Your Love is Deeper) by mortimerlatrice (@mortimerlatrice) on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 950

Summary: After removing themselves from Korn's influence, the Theerapanyakun and Kittasawat family share a meal and Kinn considers what it means to him.

Why I love it: it's fluffy, it's found family fluff?? Also the way Mort writes Kinn? So fucking on point I want to bite something but Kinn's thoughts on Porsche? The way Porsche is described as so kind and loving and warm and just sunshine makes me even more feral. This fic is adorable and warm and also a very good character study

Beach Day by Punchlove (@punchlove-blog) on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 1,287

Summary: Gentle story of a day at the beach for Kinn & Porsche and their kids.

Why I love it: FUTURE KINNPORSCHE AND KIDS FIC, it's fucking adorable, like aaaaaaaahh, so much fluff and just warmth and honestly do.yourself a favor and just read it because it's heartwarming and sweet

Price of a Life Well-Lived by verses (@vcrses) on ao3

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/2

Word count: 10,731

Summary: Or, Kinn had always known that he would be his father's ruin, and Porsche almost dying only sets his plans into motions.

Why I love it: oh my, where the fuck I even start? Maybe with Kinn's rage and all the delicious fucking angst? With Tay and Kinn's friendship? With the hate Korn festival? With absolutely fucking beautiful writing? With the PLOT THAT JUST ARGHHH or with all of it? It's like a masterpiece and I want to bite it

Fics that are part of the series and you should read them all (these are not strictly all kinn/porsche)

the space between you and me (connected like fate) by darkknight (@yilingbee) on ao3

Works: 4

Words: 47,225

Rating: all of them have rating E

Pairings: main Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, side KimChay

Describtion: Following episode 10, Porsche makes a decision which breaks both his and Kinn's hearts, are they simply fated to a life without one another?

Why I love it: every part broke my heart while exploring Kinnporsche's relationship in such a beautiful way, the writing is amazing, it beautiful, it's smutty, it's angsty and codependent but also so heartwarming at times, it made me want to rip off my heart and then stitched it together, also the way it potrays Chay's and Porsche's relationship?? Excellent, so, so, so good, also I love big brother Porsche and the focus on how Chay's and Kim's relationship could also impact Kinnporsche

Don't think about... by boysbeloving (@boysbeloving) on ao3

Works: 7

Words: 3,720

Rating: all of them have rating E

Pairings: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun/Reader, Mile Phakphum Romsaithong/Reader

Describtion: smutty ficlets that you WILL be thinking a FUCKING lot about after reading

Why I love it: it's smutty goodness, Daisy has such a way with words that just allow her to paint the perfect hot picture that gets you hot and bothered and it's just delicious smut, i still think about the suit and the ring ones so much in my daily life that I might explode

The Time of Their Lives (Dirty Dancing AU) by bye_pine_bye (@kin-kinn) on ao3

Works: 3

Word count: 64,345

Rating: first two M, the third one Teen And Up Audiences

Pairings: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Arm/Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun

Is it finished?: no

Describtion: It's the Kinnporsche Dirty Dancing Au, every pairing gets their own spot in the light (armkhun getting a oneshot, vegaspete and kinnporsche multichapter stories) all of the works happen in the same universe

Why I love it: oh my god we could sit here until tmrw if i had to list all of the things but!! It's fluffy! It's fun!! It's also tender and a little (not a lot) angsty, kinnporsche are idiots in love, there is a lot of angst on vegas end with his abusive piece of shit father, there is pinch of smut, the writing is good and precise and detailed where it matters, it's comforting, it's always a treat to read

So yeah, that's my full list for now, I hope y'all will read them and give a lot of love to the writers because they deserve it!!!

#kprecfest #kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic rec #not my fic #fics recs #seriouslu GO GIVE THEM A LOT LF LOVE PEOPLE

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I think he should be in a waking vison when the others come to save him. I don't know, I just feel that adds to the drama of it all, you know. Plus if the council only just got what they wanted then the others show up...I like that idea a lot.

Maybe.

b/c on one hand, them actually succeeding would add to the drama (and would certainly piss off his brothers just that much more.) and then, once Donnie's back, they'd have to wait several days for him to snap out of it, which would be nerve wrecking despite having dealt with it before.

But on the other hand, they could get there before Donnie's in a waking vision, break out their exhausted and semi-loopy brother, and having Donnie fall asleep on the way home b/c he's finally safe and surrounded by family.

See my dilemma here? Extra drama or extra fluffy rescue? They're both very good it's hard to choose.

Thank you!

I think i will, but i'm probably going to do a short silly video first. just as a little feels break. (Probably Donnie terrorizing the council guards to some SAO: abridged audio that works far better than i thought it would lol)

Thank you!

The donnie gets captured bit? Yeah i might end up writing it out. I've got a few other things i want to finish first though so it might be a bit.

Thank you!

Im going to have to go with the Seer twins au, b/c that one would be the most substantial as far as Leo meeting his future self goes.

B/c Leo knew the apocalypse was coming before it ever happened. He'd seen so much of it in his dreams that, the only thing he didn't know was how he had inadvertently caused it.

And Future Leo would know this. He saw the same thing before the apocalypse happened. He remembers the guilt of knowing that it was his mistake that was leading them into all the bad stuff he'd seen. He remembers realizing that, no matter what he had done in that moment, the invasion would have happened anyways. That it was supposed to happen. and i think that, even if he hadn't accepted it before, Future Leo would look at this young teenager already burdened with knowledge he shouldn't have to know, and realize that the blame didn't all fall on this child's shoulders.

SO i think what would happen is that, upon realizing this, Future Leo would kneel down and look little Leo straight in the eyes to tell him this:

"You couldn't have known."

and he would make sure this kid understands what he only just figured out himself. It wasn't all his fault. That it was a moment already put into motion before he even got there. That the invasion would have found a way even had they not lost the key immediately. That he couldn't have know what action could have caused it.

basically just a very heartwarming moment where Future Leo is making sure his younger self doesn't get stuck in the same guilt trip he's been sending himself on for the last decade. B/c, in reality, blaming a 16 year old for an entire ass invasion/apocalypse, is a little much.

Thank you!

I have no idea, but i'm having a blast with it lol : )

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au

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you are mine, and i am yours

Kalim Al-Asim x GN Reader. One-shot, fluffy and heartwarming. More than friends, not yet lovers setting. Minor mention of events during chapter 4 (no big spoilers). Use of Japanese words (only "senpai") because I am a huge weeaboo who loves the language, so please ignore if that's not your cup of tea. Otherwise, enjoy!

Water.

The thought jolts you awake. The embrace of the weaving wind, sweeping in from the balcony, feels cool against your skin – a stark contrast with the rising morning sun. You glide through the cotton sheets, kicking the crimson silk quilt aside, to find one single glass on top of the bedside table. It’s been deliberately placed there for your convenience, and as you chug the lukewarm liquid, you realize you’re not exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Unlike your mossy, creaking, humid Ramshackle Dorm, the room that expands before your eyes is dry, vast, and bright as the dawn itself. There are no windows, only pillars that lead to a lower terrace; and in the distance, you can hear the fluttering of birds and the gushing of the Scarabia fountain.

...no, that’s not all your ears pick up. To the side, on a sofa, a quiet, sigh-like breathing. Tangled into himself, limbs all sprawled out, beneath velour sheets and a lightweight turban, is Kalim Al-Asim.

Wait, what!?

If the first wake-up call had been your desperate thirst for water, the second was the now blazing feeling building up in your chest, alongside a thousand questions. How did this happen? Did we...? No, no way, right? He’d never...!

Your zonked out brain tries to recall last night, but all you can remember is the dancing, the laughing, the singing, the baklava, and then the falling asleep in the common room – and yes, you are sure of it, because you certainly had sunk into the lounge carpet, succumbing to exhaustion after a delightful Scarabian soiree. Kalim had plopped down close by, if memory served you right – he’d been doting on you (and by extension Grim) all night long, in a way that made it hard to distinguish if his intentions were platonic; teaching you how to shimmy your shoulders for a traditional Scalding Sands dance, bringing the best and sweetest parts of their dessert buffet to the both of you, and just in general keeping you company. But as extroverted and unwittingly flirtatious the boy could get, he’d only go as far as a polite arm across your shoulders, and mostly in the context of dancing, so you never minded.

Yet there you were in Kalim’s room. Sleepwalking? Not that you were aware of, so something or someone must have taken you there. Grim is nowhere to be seen, and you start to get impatient and fearful. Suddenly, the doors smack wide open, and your heart does a summersault.

“You’re awake, I see,” Jamil announces flatly, with his notorious nonchalance. “Come. Breakfast is served.”

It seems the panic and confusion are seeping out of your face, through your eyes, unable to control your own facial expressions – because Jamil takes one look at you and chuckles ever so lightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain over food. Let’s go,” he insists.

Not like you have any other choice, so you follow. Kalim, however, mumbles unintelligibly in his sleep, switches sides and continues his uninterrupted slumber. His retainer is less than amused; and breathes out an exasperated groan while muttering something that sounds like “Let him be.”

Through the Scarabia hallways, students are starting to come to their senses; perhaps, woken up by the delicious smell of fresh herbs and piping-hot tea. The lounge is as if no-one had partied in it exactly the night before – you wonder if this is also product of Jamil waking up early to make preparations. Does he even sleep? He seems as sharp as ever, not a hint of tiredness in his dark, taciturn eyes. Unlike Kalim, Jamil takes no pleasure or joy in serving you food; but as it is his duty, he does pour you tea and set up a few plates close to you, just to watch you eat and drink in silence, eyebrows slightly upturned.

“Jamil-senpai. Please, say something,” you beckon.

“Hah. Sorry,” he smirks, hand hiding his mouth. The upperclassman had this habit, you noticed, of obscuring his face, whether it’d be with cloaks or his slender fingers, especially when he had unsaid thoughts. “Your dismay is all too entertaining.”

“Not to me!” you counter.

“Well, I’d love to give you peace of mind,” he continues. “But truth is, only you two know what happened behind closed doors.”

“Hey, no more teasing! You said you’d explain over food!”

“Ah, right. I did say that, didn’t I.” Jamil purses his lips while filling his own tea – the only empty cup remaining at the table. He always left himself for last. “He brought you up to his room when you were already asleep. Said something about the lounge being unsafe.”

“... that is even more confusing. I don’t get it.”

“Is my answer not to your liking? You should ask the guy himself, then.”

Kalim’s sleeping face flashes through your mind. His heavy eyelids, glistering skin – not a hint of self-awareness, completely defenseless. You’d heard that he’d been the victim of kidnappings and murder attempts in the past, and yet his slumber was like that of a child, never alert, always welcoming. It must be his trust in Jamil and his dorm students, which remained unwavering even after the incident last winter. His exuberant confidence and blind faith are the things you liked most about him, as his smile had the power to disarm even the highest walls. But then, what had he meant about the lounge being unsafe?

You must have gotten lost in your thoughts for way too long, as Jamil stifles a laugh again.

“Uh... I...” You struggle to form even the easiest sentence, your mind still lost betwixt sleep and the red-eyed boy.

“Relax. It’ll all work out,” Jamil insists, and you can’t help but wince at how empty and unconvincing those comfort words sound. “I don’t suppose you’re worried, but if anything, Kalim is not the type.”

“—the type to what?” You feel yourself blushing all over, cursing your cheeks for being too obvious.

“Hmm,” the second-year purrs, lowering his voice as he stands up. “I’ll leave you to think about that for yourself, Prefect.”

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Just before the clock strikes eleven AM, there is a small commotion within the Scarabian dorm students, as they stop their brunch feasting to stand up in turn and call, “Good morning!”. You quickly understand this announces the arrival —or rather, the awakening of the Housewarden, who is smiling while returning the greetings, turban undone, and cheeks still marked red by the stitches of the sofa cushions.

“Y/N! Sleep well?”

“Kalim-senpai!” your body jolts straight upward at the sound of his voice calling you. “I... yes.”

The boy, however, seems completely unaware of your change in attitude. “Good to hear! Hey, lemme know whenever you need a ride back to Ramshackle, okay? Carpet and I will give you a lift.”

Is he feigning obliviousness? Does he not know? Yet someone had placed that glass of water there for you. Unless it had always been Kalim’s originally – then — had you two indirectly kissed!?

Taking a deep breath, you try to still your thoughts. “Thank you,” you say, while neatly collecting and piling up the plates you just ate in, almost as if preparing to leave. “I’d like to stay, but... Grim might be worried...” You trail off as soon as you see the evident disappointment in the young Housewarden’s face. It’s no wonder Jamil always struggles with him – the transparency in his every expression made it very hard to deny Kalim of anything. “Ah, I mean, I can still –”

“–Prefect! It’s okay,” the boy smiles. “Don’t want to keep Grim waiting, right? Come with me then!”

Kalim picks up a tea to go (much to Jamil’s dismay, “Don’t you go spilling that!”), and firmly grabs your hand. You really wish he wouldn’t, as the onlooking crowd of dorm students is now smirking and whispering amongst themselves – but there is no reasoning with the Asim heir once he’s made up his mind, and he proceeds to drag you back into the treasure room, where Magic Carpet awaits.

/////////////////////////////////

One kick and you are airborne. It’s hard to get used to the feeling – sure, flying brooms were a part of your everyday life now, but carpets were kind of pushing the envelope. And still, as unbelievable as it sounded, there you were, soaring through the sky into the late morning sun, and Kalim’s bared arms are getting goosebumps as they feel the nip of the frigid air that comes with the height.

For a while, you are both quiet, and painstakingly so. It’s rare for the Scalding Sands native to be anything but talkative and cheerful, but then again, it’s still been less than an hour since he woke up and he might be somnolent still.

“Senpai,” you call. “I’ve been meaning to ask.”

Kalim can’t fully turn around, as he’s focused on navigating the Carpet, but he does glance over his shoulder expectantly. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I-I don’t know how to say this, but,” you gulp. “Did I sleepwalk to your bed?”

“Oh. Oh!” In what may or may not be an act – you’re not sure, but Kalim does honestly seem like he now remembered. “Sorry, sorry!” he grins. “Gave you quite a scare, didn’t I? Suppose anyone would be confused. Just thought you’d be comfier in my room.”

Kalim pauses for a second, eyes fixed on the horizon. You wonder if he is adjusting the course for your dorm, or perhaps looking for the right words to say. His fingers glide through the fabric, lightly tugging at the Magic Carpet’s tufts. While it sits two comfortably, you can’t help but notice the closeness of your bodies – the only source of heat in the otherwise chilly and cloudy skyscape; and how you’re instinctively pulling at the dangling end of his crimson turban, the golden coins attached to it chiming softly in the wind, as if you’d be able to hang on to it if you ever lost your balance. The sole intrusive and horrible thought of losing your grip and falling activates your wincing reflex, and makes you scooch over closer to the piloting Housewarden.

“After the party, after we all fell asleep in the lounge,” he goes on. “I woke up in the middle of the night for some water.”

Water. That seemed to be the connecting thread through both of your stories.

“And, uh...” the boy smiles softly, a little embarrassed at the memory. His hand shifts, now caressing the white hairs at his nape, almost absent-mindedly. “There was this guy who had fallen asleep on your legs.”

“On my legs,” you repeat like a confounded parrot who had been force-fed one too many salt crackers. “W-what do you mean?”

“I dunno. I think he fell over, or maybe he turned in his sleep. Maybe?”

“O-oh.” You are slowly trying to paint the mental picture. “You mean, like, hugging my legs?”

Kalim shrugs. The details to him were never important. “Maybe it was more with his head on your thighs. It was dark, so I couldn’t see well.”

He again looks at you, as much as his body can turn. The garnet shades in his eyes sparkle in the midday sun, so brightly you can almost see your reflection. Is he blushing, or is it the crisp air that blows at the high altitude you’re in, that erodes the skin on his cheeks ever so slightly?

“It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt jealous. Ahaha!” his laugh echoes clearly through the sky. “Sorry, Prefect. It’s not a lie that I thought you’d be more comfortable in my bed, but the truth is, I just didn’t want to share you.”

He averts his gaze, suddenly realizing that his statement meant Kalim considered you his in the first place. That was a lot to take in. Your gut clenches, and not because of the Carpet’s sudden descent.

“—oh, but!” he gushes, back to his usual cheerfulness. “I don’t think that student did it on purpose! Must have been an accident. Y’know, people move in their sleep,” his expression changed again, now brows frowned with worry, and you smiled a bit at the upperclassman’s ability to show six different emotions in the same breath, “Please do come to the next party! It wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

In the distance, the Ramshackle Dorm is now visible. It’s incredible how fast time would fly – pun intended – whenever he would drop you off after a soiree. Truth be told, these sorts of happenings were becoming commonplace lately.

“Prefect?” Kalim calls again, concerned at your silence. “You’re not gonna say you hate Scarabia now — are you? —wait, do you?”

“Of course not!” You assure him. “I had lots of fun. Please, invite me again.”

“That’s a relief! I’m so glad!” he says. “Oh hey, how about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is maybe a little too soon, senpai.”

“Ah, haha! I thought so! No shame in trying though.”

Magic Carpet softly wobbles, now floating leisurely through the air currents for the last couple minutes of the trip. It stops just before the Ramshackle Dorm’s creaky wooden doors, barely a few feet above the ground, and Kalim jumps off before you.

“Here, let me help you down.”

His warm hands gently support your weight by your elbows as you slide off – it seems most of the callouses and scratches on his fingers are fairly new, as he had never been allowed to wield knives or experiment with alchemy or play rough until he was finally granted to be able to go to school – normal school, and not one of those tutors that resided in the Asim palace. Here was an heir who had everything, yet he had only started living two years prior. And in all the weirdness of your travels in Wonderland, and the improbability of you falling through the mirror into this magical world, Kalim’s kindliness had saved you more than once. But smitten as you might be, even his hands reminded you that you were from two worlds apart, in more ways than one.

“Thank you, Carpet,” you turn around to say, which makes the enchanted tapestry twirl around in what looks like a reverential bow.

“Hey, that’s really cool of you. A lot of people treat Carpet like an object,” Kalim muses out loud, “But they have feelings, too. I consider them my prized friend.”

You still fondly remember the first flight, that winter you spent trapped in Scarabia. The boy with wide eyes and a wider smile, dazzling in the night sky. The same one who is now in front of you, still a bit self-conscious about his words earlier – you being his, and all that. If only a simple unmagical human like yourself could believe themselves worthy of a cheerful, honest, open-hearted, and to top it all off, magic-wielder like Kalim...

“Sorry – about the ‘not sharing’ non-sense earlier. You’re not an object, either,” he babbles on, his eyebrows now sulking. “I mean, obviously. Obviously, you’re not. Great going there, me...”

“If that means that I am also your prized friend,” you reply, “then I’m content.”

“Prefect! That goes without saying.” Kalim is beaming, smile too bright. “Anything you need – I’ll be there for you!”

“I know.”

You force a grin, but it’s bittersweet. To think you’d be carried in your sleep, tucked into a silk quilt, prepared a bedside glass of water by the very same heir who has servants at his every whim. The more you thought about it, the further out of reach he appeared, and the stronger your chest quivered.

“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” Kalim now has his hands cupping your cheeks, pulling your chin up, forcing to look at him. “I know that face! That is not a very happy face.”

“Shenpai,” you grumble through, unable to speak properly as the boy won’t let you go. “Shtop—”

“—not until you smile,” he pouts, so you oblige. His hands trail down to your shoulders, and while a part of you wants to head through the door into the dorm, running away from the butterflies in your stomach, the other half of you wants time to stop so you can etch this image into your mind: the sight of Kalim, head slightly tilted towards you, ruby eyes with heavy lids, staring at yours in adoration while he unknowingly tightens his grip and pulls you closer.

“See? Better.”

His lips press a kiss on your forehead, and you can feel a warm sigh escape them; the soft skin of his exposed neck; and his distinct scent, woody oriental perfume mixed with the cardamom tea he had earlier; skin that was always rubicund with warmth, no matter the outside temperature. The gesture says more than words ever could – you are mine, and I am yours; even though it might take you both a bit more time to be able to express it out loud. He stays there for a moment, mouth perfectly still but still flushed against you, just under the edge of your headline; now his fingers obliviously play with your hair, tucking it behind your reddened ears, tugging a bit at the lobes, just eager to caress you as much as he is allowed to. Inside Kalim's mind, he would like to confess here and now, perhaps; but he feels love declarations are to be made with parades and at least 75 golden camels and 60 elephants, so anything less would not suffice. For now, he is satisfied to simply have you there, melting into his collarbone and not shying away — for now, that is enough.

“Rest up today, alright?” Kalim takes a step back, and for a second you’re worried he might act as if nothing had happened, but you’re surprised to find he’s blushing just as much as you are. “And say hi to Grim for me.”

“I will,” you assure him. The Magic Carpet slides in behind him, and naturally, like Kalim’s got eyes on the back of his head and knows exactly where to land, he sits on the floating wonder, but his gaze doesn’t leave you.

“I’ll see you to the door.”

“Senpai. We’re already at the door.”

“Yeah — no, I know. I want to make sure you get in safe. That’s kind of silly, isn’t it? Heh,” he chuckles sheepishly, in a way that’s a bit uncharacteristic of him.

“You say that like it’s the middle of the night! It’s noon!”

“Aw, c’mon! Humor your upperclassman, just this once.”

Sighing and chuckling at the same time, you reach for the handle, and the wood-framed entrance groans open. Your knees feel weak, and your chest feels light all of a sudden – struggling still to process what had happened, but grinning from ear to ear.

“Take care, senpai.”

“See you later, my love.”

You realize shortly thereafter, as the heavy doors close behind you, that this is the second time Kalim has called you his – though it surely won’t be the last.

#twst imagines #kalim x you #twisted wonderland kalim #kalim x mc #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #kalim al asim #jabberwondia original #jabberwondia #crossposted to ao3

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silver-tooth-the-panther · 4 months

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Could i request a Christmas themed fic where the reader is feeling lonely since he doesn't have and family left. Themed with Muichiro as their best friend.

Take your time and take care of yourself -also,Merry Christmas...!!!

(Ahhhhh!!! This fox was so cute and fun to write! I decided to add the whole family since that would make it all the more heartwarming! I’m sorry that this is so late, but I hope you enjoy it!)

A Christmas Miracle

(A Demon Slayer Christmas Fanfic)

Warnings: It’s nothing, but fluff!

Word Count: 1074

Tears streamed down your face as you sat alone in your empty cabin. Today is supposed to be a very special day. For today is Christmas Day, but the holiday spirit hasn’t graced you with its blessing. Instead, you found yourself alone in this cold weather. No kin to call your own. No lover to keep you warm.

The darkness of the cabin engulfed you and the only light that could be seen was the moonlight that poured in through the window. Silence pierced your ears as you cried. Then, suddenly, small pecking sounds came from your window. You looked up to see small pebbles hitting your window. Wiping away your tears, you stood up and walked towards the window, wondering to see who or what it was.

Light blue demon eyes shone through the darkness of the night. Somehow, you recognized exactly who it was. “Muichiro?” You said softly, opening the window. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?” The Mist Hashira nodded as he walked up to you. “Yes, but it’s not right to just leave you alone out here.”

You realized that Muichiro was wearing his reindeer pajamas that he wore on every Christmas. “Mui..I’m not officially apart of the kingdom yet. I’m just living on the outskirts.” Muichiro tilted his head. “You’re welcome to stay at any point. Lord Tanjiro said so. Besides, no one deserves to be alone on Christmas.”

A few more tears fell down your face. “Are you sure that I wouldn’t be bothering anyone?” A small smile appeared on Muichiro’s face. “I’m completely sure. Go get ready. You can ride on my back.” You immediately scurried off, throwing on your coat and boots. The door creaked as you opened it. Glancing outside, you saw Muichiro pawing at the snow. He looked up at you with eager eyes. “Ready?”

You nodded excitedly as you ran to him. Muichiro’s shoulder joints popped, making him able to roam on four legs. Mounting on his back, you held onto Muichiro’s fluffy pajamas for stability. Then, with a quick jump, you and Muichiro head off into the snowy night.

Fluffy snow covered the forest floor and icicles clung onto tree branches. Muichiro’s legs and hands sunk into the sheet of fluff, but that didn’t deter him. You hugged his torso tightly as the both of you zoomed through the dark sky. A small house, the Infinity Castle, could be seen just up ahead. A single lit lantern hung closely by the door.

“We’re almost there!” Muichiro yelled as the snow crunched beneath him. After a few seconds, Muichiro threw himself and skidded to a stop once he landed on the small porch. You carefully slid off his back and Mui stood up, snapping his joints back into place. He gently took your hand and used his other to knock on the sliding door.

“Hm..? Who’s there..?” A deep, yet warm voice came from the other side. The door cracked open, revealing three red eyes that had yellow pupils. “Grandpa! It’s just me..and my friend.” The door then completely slid open, revealing the six-eyed demon, Kokushibo. “Ah..Why hello..little ones…Will they be staying with us..for tonight?”

Muichiro nodded with a smile on his face. “They don’t have anyone else to be with, so I thought that we could spend the holiday with them.” Kokushibo softly smiled. “How lovely…Of course we can keep them company..No one deserves to be alone..especially on Christmas..” He moved aside so the both of you could walk inside.

The Infinity Castle was gorgeously decorated with colorful lights and shiny tinsel. Lights were strung around the stair railings that large figures of reindeer were placed sporadically through the castle. You gazed in awe as you followed the six eyed demon and his grandson.

Kokushibo led the two of you to a door.that had tinsel hung around the edges. “The family…is in here…” He opened the door, letting them inside. A large bookshelf at the back of the room. was filled with books and a large, circular, multicolored rug laid in the center of the room. To the right of the room was a brightly lit fireplace. Two figures stood in front of it. One was a large male with a fluffy dark mohawk. The other was difficult to make out since they were curled up. They did have white fins running down their back though.

A lady with a black, side ponytail was talking to a man with dark blue stripes and pink hair. Everyone turned their attention over to you and Muichiro as soon as they heard you. The man with the pink hair stood up from his spot on the rug and approached you with a smile. “Hey, kiddos!” He wrapped his arm around Muichiro, who grinned like a happy child. “Hey Pops. This is my friend.”

The man chuckled softly. “Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Akaza. Muichiro’s other grandpa.” Akaza reached out his hand, which you shook with a firm grip. “Hi, Mr. Akaza.” Kokushibo’s looked behind you and at the curled up creature. “Sanemi..we have a guest..” The creature looked up, revealing that he wasn’t just a weird lizard. “Ah shit. Sorry.” The dragon’s shiny scales shimmered with light from the fireplace. You could help but giggle to yourself.

The other two figures stood up and stretched. “Who are they, Muichiro?” You asked him. “Oh, they’re my partners, Genya and Kanao.” Genya rumbled softly as both he and Kanao smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. We know that you and Mui have been friends for a while now.” Kanao said softly. You nodded shyly as you felt hot blush flood your face.

“Grandpa.” Muichiro turned to Kokushibo. “Could we all sit by the fire? It was rather chilly out there.” Kokushibo smiled warmly. “Of course…we can..” Everyone scurried over to the crackling fireplace. Sanemi curled up next to Genya while Akaza snuggled up to Kokushibo. Kanao sat on your left while Muichiro had his arm around you. Everyone snuggled together, purring in unison.

You could feel a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart. The care and love in this family was strong and they were sharing it with you. “Merry Christmas.” Muichiro said softly to you. You wrapped your arms around him in a grateful embrace. “Thank you so much, Mui.” From then on, you never spent another Christmas alone.

#half-demon! tanjiro au #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer muichiro #demon slayer genya #demon slayer kokushibo #demon slayer akaza #demon slayer kanao #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #genmuinao #kokuaka #kokushibo x akaza #tokitou muichirou #kanao tsuyuri

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