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mobster! dean au pt 1

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 →warnings: smut; references to sexual abuse;

 →a/n: i know dean isn’t exactly a kpop idol, but i really love him and his music, he is one of my favourite artists at the moment. me and my friend were both loving the idea of gangsta! dean or mobster! dean and it got my creative juices flowing (soz that’s kinda gross).

pt2 here

Originally posted by iaxifin

“oi, baby, get you’re hot ass over here,” dom calls over to you, “my lap’s feelin’ a little lonely.”

you sighed to yourself and made your way over to him, his harsh hands cuffing onto your waist, like you’d dare escaping such a man.

“my boys were saying how you were having a little chat with the delivery guy yesterday.”

his grip immediately tightened painfully as you look at his lackeys all hanging their heads sheepishly. you got along well with his guys, so the fact that they got you into trouble like this made you feel betrayed.

“baby,” you put on a fake voice to cover up your fear, “it was nothing like that, he was just being polite.”

he gave you a twisted smile, “well maybe he should know next time to stay away from what’s not his.”

his hand clutches onto your wrist instead and he drags you off of his lap and down the corridor to his room. you knew what this meant.

“i’m gonna make sure that everyone in this whole building knows who you belong to.”

dom’s party had just kicked off downstairs in the club, the bass of the music coming up from under your feet.

after what happened earlier with dom and you, you’d rather die than sit on his lap all night like his little pet.

it was a few years ago when you became dom’s ‘pet’ after you courageously stepped in for your ex boyfriend and told dom to take you instead of him. but the minute your ex got out, he had moved on immediately. it was a foolish idea, to think that your boyfriend would save you. but you were so young and naive then. so you were stuck as dom’s and there was no escape. you were trapped and labelled as “his” forever.

you look over to you’re shared bed with dom and see a note with a box laying there.

because you should always look like a princess.

d x

in the box laid a silk dusty rose cami style dress. as beautiful as it was, you didn’t want it. it was just a way to try and win your affection, but there was no real love or kindness intended by it.

but you wore it anyway because if you didn’t, there’d be a repeat of earlier’s events.

in the elastic of your stockings, you slipped your pistol in case things tonight got ugly with any unwanted guests. dom may have been a nasty piece of work, but he would never leave you vulnerable.

your put on a pair of daps with it and a fur coat over the top, you knew it would please dom if you looked “classy”. a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts and dom walked in his signature suit.

“wow baby,” he looked you up and down perversely, “you look fucking hot.”

you tried not to scoff at his words, so instead just kept your face emotionless, looking down at your daps. he grabbed your hips and pulls you out the door with him, down towards the party.

the music was getting louder and louder as you walked down the corridor. the entrance to the club was taunting freedom. as dom opened the door to the club, the guests all roared with whistles and hollers at the big man himself making his big entrance.

“ladies n gents,” he puts on a triumphant smile, “welcome!”

he walked over to where he sat for every event, his guys following closey behind, and pushed you down onto his thigh, your chair for the night.

as the night dragged on, people came over to dom, giving him a firm handshake. of course, everyone knew it was better to be pals with dom, then to make him your enemy. or you we’re fucked. last time someone came to his club looking for a fight, he got one. but it didn’t look so pretty for him afterwards.

but by 11:30, a dark face came to pay dom a visit.

“dom, how’s it been?”

it was the first time you’d ever seen dom looked shocked. his lips parted slightly as his eyes stayed frozen on the figure before the two of you. his face paled in the poorly lit club.

“uh johnny, long time no see, what are you doing at my place?” dom put emphasis on my place, trying to act like he had the upper hand here. the man seemed unphased by dom’s attempt at intimidation. by this point you’d managed to figure out that this johnny guy was not a pleasant surprise for dom.

“baby, why don’t you go have a little dance or something? i’ll catch up with you in a bit, eh?” he gave your butt a quick tap and scooted you away to the dancefloor. this was the first time dom let you out by yourself, and the thought excited you. but clearly something bad was about to happen.

you moved through all the people convulsing to the heavy-bassed music, caught up in the hot, rousing atmosphere. everyone dancing seemed to look so good, so alive on the dance floor. you found yourself joining in, swinging your hips to the beat, your eyes closed and your lips parted as you let yourself go for the first time in years. the dancer’s bodies were so close to yours, this was the most human contact you’d had with anyone except dom in so long.

it was your free spirit that caught his eye tonight. from a corner booth he was sharing with a couple of buddies, his eyes clearly settled on you. he was fascinated by how your hair swung as your head swayed with your hips, how each slight jump you did made your jacket raise, along with your dress, showing your smooth thighs and your hidden weapon. he noticed how you had a small smile on your lips, like this night was the best of your life. he noticed how your soft face looked completely out of place amongst all the mobsters.

you felt the need for a drink after so much dancing, so you made your way over to the bar. he seized this opportunity to go over and talk to you.

“one cranberry juice and vodka please,” you called out to the bartender.

“make that two,” a voice called from the other side.

your turned your head to the voice, and you were dumbstruck at the view facing you.

a lean figure in a pinstripe suit and creepers looks down on you, his hair quiffed up, but his fringe flicking round on his forehead. his hands were in his pockets, and he leaned against the bar with a poised gesture. he had a modest confidence about him, like he wasn’t confident in himself, but he was confident in life in general. like nothing could stop him. his style was slick, and it was enticing.

“i saw you dancing out there,” he pointed to the dancefloor, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone dance like that before.”

your brow creased in confusion, you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not.

“umm thanks?”

“i mean you looked really good out there, you were quite mesmerizing”

you smiled bashfully at his words instead now, “oh, thank you.”

he flashed his teeth at you in an honest smile, eyes creasing at the sides.

“so uh.. you know dom?” he looked at you sheepishly. you gulped at his inquiry, scared at how he might act. you were so close to finally being free, but you still couldn’t escape it.

“i-uh- i work for him,” you look down at your feet.

“work? if that’s what you call it..” he trailed off.

you started getting angry now, what right does he have to judge you? did he think this was something you wanted?

“you think i like the way he touches me? you think i enjoy being treated like someone’s play thing?”

“no no wait that’s not what i meant, look i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you. i just don’t think it’s right for him to get away with treating you how he does. you should never get touched so… cruelly. it makes me sick seeing the way he manhandles you.”

“you really think that? most guys just get jealous that he gets to have  such an obedient little slut.”

you choked on your own words a little, but covered it up with a swig of your drink.

“i think you’re far from a ‘little slut’. you seem so much more than that.”

you were shocked. he barely knew you, yet he was disgusted by your treatment. and he saw you as more than an object. for once, you were human in someone’s eyes. your heart warmed at the thought.

“look, let’s not talk about dom,” you avert his attention instead, “why don’t we dance uh..?”

“dean, my name’s dean. and you are?”

you smiled slightly at his fitting name, “i’m y/n.”

you slipped your fur coat off and left it on the barstool, his eyes glancing over your bare arms and shoulders, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. you looked almost angelic in such a harsh environment, you’re subtle innocence becoming more obvious as time passed.

you grabbed onto his rough, callus hands and dragged him onto the dancefloor, and letting him guide your body instead. his hands stayed on your waist politely, but as the two of you got closer and closer to one another, they settled on your hips, one travelling up to your hair affectionately. as you danced, he stayed gentle with you, never getting grabby or inappropriate, but staying tender with his actions. it was refreshing to be treated with care for once, you craved it, you craved warmth and loving devotion.

quickly, the two of you got too caught up in each other to notice the number of dom’s men in the area.

“dean, we need to go.”

“what do you mean go?” he mumbled into your ear.

“i mean we need to leave right now,” your heart beat quickened as you worried about what could happen to dean if you got caught.

but he caught on and wasted no time leading you by your hand to the exit. as scared as you were of getting caught, your were excited at the thought of having freedom.

“y/n? we should run.”

“why?”

“because they are.”

dean pulled you through the manic crowds, down the dimly lit hallway to the exit.

“dean look out!”

in front of you were too of dom’s men, taking up the whole corridor with their large builds. you lead the way and pulled him down a nearly black hallway, with people lingering the whole way though it.

“i’ve got an idea,” dean whispers. they were getting closer.

“what is it?”

“just go along with it, okay?”

before you even had the opportunity to respond, his lips landed on yours. his arms locked on either side of the wall, blocking you in and hiding you. his lips continued kissing you as you still tried to get over the shock of somebody else being so intimate with you. it felt better than you’d imagined kissing someone else, so much more caring and light compared to dom’s painful, hard kisses that bruised your lips.

the two of dom’s men went straight past you, barely even noticing your attempt at blending in.

dean’s lips slowly detached from yours, his head resting against yours still, one arm sweeping hair off your face.

“sorry if that stepped over any lines, i thought it would help disguise us,” he whispered.

“it’s okay, it worked anyway. they’re gone now.”

“if they’re gone then why are we still whispering?”

you chuckle at his light-hearted humour, grabbing both of his hands and intertwining them with your comparably small ones.

“do you wanna come stay at my place tonight? you’ll have a bed and food and someone there to keep you safe from the baddies,” he joked.

“oh and who would that be?” you playfully replied.

“the guy who just saved your cute ass.”

“touche.”

the paced walk to his apartment was filled with trivial conversation, the two of you just enjoying the peaceful aftermath of the club.

finally you arrived outside of his flat. dean lived in a big city apartment on the top story with 5 other guys, all tall, muscly, tattooed. it was obvious that they were the gangsta sort too. they all dressed smart and in their jacket’s lining pocket you could make out the shape of pistols.

but you were used to these kinds of men, and they didn’t scare you one bit.

“fellas,” dean announces, “this is y/n, shes dom’s girl.”

they all looked at him with shock.

“what, and dom just gave her to you?” the first one spoke up, “if he find’s her here, you’re dead, we’re all dead.”

“we’ll be fine, vin, i’m gonna make sure nothing happens to her.”

you looked up at him, but he only sternly looked vin in the eye.

“if you can promise that none of us get our asses kicked, then she’s more than welcome to stay.”

dean showed you to his room, and let you in. the room was more open than you’d imagined, the whole of one wall was a window overlooking the lit up city. his bed was up against the glass, low to the ground and unmade with a laptop lying on it. but it still looked inviting. in the corner was a laundry pile, blood stained t-shirts lying on top. he had a record player in the corner and stacks of vinyl, and a wardrobe. but that was it. no more possessions and no more furniture.

“it’s very..” you tried to find the right words.

“empty? i’m aware,” he looked out the window.

“i was gonna say simple but yeah, that works too. but i like it, it feels.. right.”

“right?”

“yeah, like, i feel comfortable in here, which is surprising for me,”

you slipped his jacket he’d given you earlier off and dropped it onto the floor.

you stood there lit up by the city and moon’s lights in nothing but a small dress, and he swore to himself he had never seen anything more beautiful before in his life.

“y/n, i,” dean didn’t know how to get out the right words, “i don’t want you to think that i expect you to, ya know, do stuff.”

“i know,” you replied softly, “thank you for everything. you didn’t have to give up so much just to save someone like me.”

“someone like you? y/n, you deserve so much more than what i can give you, but for now this is all i have.”

you lean up and leave a small kiss on the tip of his nose. his eyes shut and he leans his head into the crook of your neck.

“nothing whatsoever is gonna happen to you, no one else is gonna lay a hand on you with out your consent. and i’m gonna make sure of it.”

dean may have been a face from only a few hours ago, but nothing about him was going to cause you harm. he made you feel safe for the first time in so long.

fatigue hit you as you exhaled, sinking into dean’s stature. his arms snuck around your waist and he lifted you up and carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist.

he softly placed you down, pulling the covers over you. he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, showing you his toned, slightly scarred upper body, along with his trousers, and changed into a pair of sweatpants.

“you have tattoos?” you question, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down to you. he crouches at the side of the bed next to your head.

“i have a few,” he turns round shows the back of his neck,

r e b e l

and then along the side of his neck and down his left bicep was a plum tree with inky branches spiralling off the side, blossoms coming around the sides.

“they’re amazing.”

your hands trace along his shoulder and down the side of his bicep, moving down to grip his waist. you’re exhaustion had somewhat disappeared and was replaced with a desperate, desire to have more of dean. but this time, you didn’t want to please because you had to, but because you wanted to. you were free to make whatever decision you wanted to make, and your decision was to have dean.

much to his surprise, you pulled him onto you on the bed and covered his lips with hungry kisses, his hands gripping your hips in shock. but he reacted quickly and picked up your hands from his bare waist and pinned them above your head. if dom had done that, you would have been disgusted, but when dean held your wrists so delicately, it felt blissful.

wrapping your legs around his naked torso, you kissed down his jaw along to his neck and ear. playfully, you nipped and tugged at his earlobe, his groans filling the air and your head.

“i wanna see more of you,” he started to slide the strap to your cami down your shoulder, leaving tender kisses along your burning skin as he went.

underneath your dress was nothing except panties and your stocking-hidden pistol. he slipped it off of the top half of your body, your breasts completely on display to him. he swallowed audibly and licked his lips slightly at you. but he only saw you as beautiful. not “hot”. or “sexy”. just beautiful.

his hands softly cupped around both your breasts, kneading them slightly. you let a moan past your lips, but he shushed you and motioned to the door, meaning he didn’t want the guys to hear them.

you gulped and nodded, and he continued to rub your breasts, his lips coming down on one and grazing your nipple. you gasp at the feel of his cool breath on your hot skin. nobody had ever touched your body with so much delicacy before in your life and you were basking in it.

his hands slipped the dress the whole way down you body, all that remaining were the matching pink panties and stockings, which he took the pistol out of and placed at the side of his bed. his fingers dusted over the lace of your underwear, fingers hooking round and pulling down, and off.

he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up against your torso, giving him a clear view of your aroused, glistening heat. he exhaled loudly at the magnificent sight before him. you looked so stunning like that, completely content yet so flustered by his small movements on your thighs.

his fingers finally made there way to your damp core, and he wasted no time in giving your clit a firm press and rub from his thumb. you released a suppressed moan at his actions, your hands gripping the bed sheets with such force, your knuckle turned white. his thumb was suddenly removed and replaced with his wet tongue. he licked from the base up to the top of your clit, making you’re already damp core wetter.

“dean, more,” you whimper, “i need more.”

he instantly pushed a finger inside you at your request, slowly pumping at first. normally, you would have an felt uncomfortable stinging every time dom fingered you. but dean took care of you properly, making you feel like you were in ecstasy.

with each pump you grunted with a slight whimper, your breathes becoming shallower and unstable. dean took out his finger and left you feeling empty, as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers together. he sat back on his heels and kneeled down on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and sitting you on his lap.

“are you ready?” he whispered, “we can wait if you want.”

“no,” you wanted this, “please go on.”

he took no time at all as he lifted your hips and settled them on top of his length, his width taking you by surprise. you arched your back against his chest, your breasts pushing against him flushed.

“dean keep going,” you breathed.

he started to push into slowly, starting a rhythm and a pace for the two of you. you rolled your hips onto him, eliciting a hiss from dean’s bitten lips.

the two of you had no struggle reaching your climaxes easily, both so desperate to make the other come undone. you were finally going to experience your first orgasm. no matter how many times dom had fucked you, you never got any enjoyment out of it. and your ex before that always came before you. so you were stuck in a cycle of almosts.

dean sucked along your neck and left dark marks all across the smooth expanse of skin and his thrusts became hard and rough, the sound of your skin hitting his.

“dean i’m gonna,” you yelped in surprise of the feeling that had exploded in your lower body. dean made one lay thrust and came with you, his breathes loud in your ear.

the two of you clutched each other as you caught your breath, all of your body touching the others. the city and star light lit up your glistening bodies, the glow off your incandescent skin.

“how was that?” dean mumbles into your neck, your hair muffling his words.

“it was..” you didn’t know how to describe how incredible that felt. you were overwhelmed with intense feelings, “amazing.”

he smiled at your eyes twinkling in the city light. dean got up to grab you a clean shirt to sleep in for the night, and some underwear for himself. you pulled the cosy shirt over your head, sighing contently as you looked over the city view.

he climbed in next to you and wrapped his sturdy arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck and back tightly. you giggled at his cuteness, surprised to see such a light hearted side to a mobster.

dean was unlike any other, he had a heart of gold that had been stolen and exploited. and your heart aches for him, and how misunderstood he must be.

“how did you get into this job then?” you were beating around the bush a little, you knew mobsters didn’t like their label. you turned around and rested your head in the crook of his shoulder.

“i was born into it, my dad used to be the head of our mob. but during a debt collection, he was surprise attacked and shot in the head. so i started working for them too, hoping to find my dad’s killer. i started off on routine deals and then started getting better with a gun and my fists. the new mob leader liked my dedication to the cause and so he started taking me out on collections like my dad did. i’ve been doing it ever since. but i’ve never killed. i mean i’ve fucked up a few faces here and there, but that’s it. i can’t put others through what i went through myself.”

you stayed silent and placed a kiss on his bare chest, showing your comfort in your actions. you wanted to show him how much you cared, so you snuggled even further into his side.

who knows what you were gonna do now. dean was a face from a few hours ago and he had already seen so much of you. he was your hero, whether or not he’d done his fair share of damage in the past. he may not see himself as a good guy, but you saw him as the best.

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Imagine having a secret relationship with Robb Stark in which you enjoy rough sex and passion.

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Pour Up

Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.

Pairing: Yixing x You

Note: Slight influence of The Godfather

Rating: PG-13 

Tagging these honeys: @tousdae, @kpopfanfictrash, @imperfectmalik, @lxrixna, and @nine-daedreams

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“Care for a drink, sir?”

Yixing glances over at the waiter who’s appeared by his side with a tray of champagne flutes, and he bites back a sigh. No, he doesn’t want a drink, no matter how ridiculously expensive and perfectly aged – but he has to keep up appearances, so he pushes off the wall that he’s been leaning against and nods, accepting a glass. Done with his job, the waiter diffuses into the crowd of people, and Yixing takes a sip, raising a brow with reluctant approval. It’s very good. But then, he expected nothing less from an event sponsored by business moguls.

He hates these kind of things – charity galas. He loves the charity…he just hates the reason they’re hosted. So the obscenely rich can flaunt their wealth and mingle with other blue bloods and pretend to care about issues that actually matter. They’re just here for the publicity. Even now, Yixing casually steps out of the frame as hired photographers snap “candid” shots of these generous benefactors opening their hearts and wallets for the betterment of humanity.

Please.

He raises the glass to his lips again and does another sweep of the place with his eyes. They’re in the ballroom of a five-star hotel and the lights are low, which is good. What’s not so good is the tight security posted at the nine exits and the cameras casting a constant, watchful eye over the whole place. There’s even a man with dark glasses and a headpiece behind the bar. Nice.

The crowd of donors doesn’t notice this, however. They’re alive and loud, people in dresses and suits worth as much as small islands, drinking and chatting and dancing on the floor to jazz music humming from hidden speakers. But Yixing is only here for one of them. His gaze lands on her and he settles back against the wall, observing.

Y/N Y/L/N. Daughter of a multimillionaire philanthropist. Her father is a pillar in the wine business, with his own line of assorted nectars demanded by a global market. Nectars. That’s what her father calls his wine. How pretentious can you get? So pretentious that he can’t even be bothered to show up apparently – which is why Y/N is here, on his behalf, and Yixing watches her expertly socialize, all charming smiles and polite physical contact. She doesn’t spend more than five minutes with each person she talks to, but they all greet her as if she’s an old childhood friend, someone dear. Even those she seems to be meeting for the first time. She’s a pro at this, that much is obvious.

Well, Yixing is a pro at his job too, and it’s time to go to work.    

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Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

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Imagine being close with the Shelby family and Thomas cannot believe how perfect you are.

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Ancient Wisdom

“Oh, great wise Aphria, Queen of the Forest, tell us what thoughts percolate in your ancient mind!” the druids sang up into the treetops above.

The fairies and fireflies flew circles in the air, giving the forest an ethereal atmosphere as they danced about in complex aerial maneuvers, and their light illuminated the darkness of the deep forest. 

Their dance was interrupted as suddenly the ground shook, rumbling as though an earthquake has struck. The druids in their blue and green cloaks lost their balance and tripped as it seemed like the earth itself slipped from beneath their feet. The roots slithered and wriggled across the ground as suddenly, the largest and oldest tree in the center of the forest began to move.

Aphria, the last of the Great Tree Sages, opened her eyes. She looked down at her druid summoners. Her eyes were piercing blue and her face, though old with many eras, commanded respect and timelessness.

As she spoke, her soft voice carried with it gravitas and spirit that the druids have never heard before. “You have done well to summon me, young mortals. I shall impart with you my ancient wisdom of eras long gone.” and so she spoke to them for 3 days and 3 nights, and the druids wrote down every word.

When she was finally done, she closed her eyes. “And now, I fare thee well, mortals. I shall speak to your kind once again when the treetops line up with the heavens, two thousands and four hundred winters from now.” and thus she went back into the ground.

Many more eons have passed, and Aphria was ready to awaken and share her wisdom with the world once again. Though this time, she wasn’t awakened by the heavenly singing of a group of devoted druids, but by the ruckus and noise of thousands of news vans within and just outside of her forest.

“What is the matter of this, humans?” she woke up with a start, or as much of a start a tree can have. She pushed aside a few vans that were parked on top of her roots.

“Ms. Aphria, Ms. Aphria! What will you be voting in the upcoming election? Is it true you still haven’t applied for citizenship? What has been stopping you?” a barrage of thousands of questions blasted her ancient wooden ears.

“Silence!” she screamed, and her shout echoed through the forest and surrounding countryside. She looked down and with her branch pointed at a young reporter. “You, what do you want to know?”

The young reporter walked up the trunk of the great tree sage and pulled out a tablet. “What party will you be voting for in the upcoming national elections?”

“Excuse me?” Aphria seemed confused, none of this mayhem made any sense.

“What values do you stand for?”

“I am the last of my kind, I have been tasked with passing forward the knowledge of my ancient race so it may aid humanity.”

“So, would you say you believe in tradition? Should I write you down as a Traditionalist?”

“Well, I am quite fond of traditional rituals, so I guess so.”

With that, the ruckus erupted once again in the forest as thousands of reporters started laying down questions and accusations.

“Great Tree Sage is a traditionalist! Ms. Aphria how could you betray young citizens like that?! This is why they shouldn’t let entities over 6500 years old to vote!” they continued shouting and snapping photos.

Aphria grumbled. As the ruckus around her grew, she gently slipped back into the forest and shut out the world around her. She didn’t feel like sharing her wisdom with this generation of humanity. Maybe next time.

Advice At Pop’s (Jughead x Reader)

A/N: Just a short one! Archie and Jughead discuss Jug’s relationship with Reader.  So reader isn’t actually present in this one she’s just talked about.

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Archie sat across from his best friend Jughead at their usual booth in Pops. He looked over his shoulder to check no one was paying attention to the two boys. Once he was certain they had their privacy, he leaned closer to Jughead and asked in a hushed voice, “So, how are things going with Y/N?”.

Jughead looked up at his ginger-haired friend, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. “Um, I’m not sure… I really like her but I just don’t know if she feels the same, Arch,” Jughead dropped his gaze back to the table unable to hold eye contact. He shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Hey, it’s okay, Jug,” Archie tried his best to sound reassuring. “I can tell Y/N likes you. You both look so happy when you’re together. You have nothing to worry about,”.

Jughead leaned back in his seat visibly relaxing. A small smile began to spread across his face. “Oh Archie,” Jughead sighed happily. “They say to make a girl fall in love with me I’ve got to make her smile. But every time Y/N smiles, it is me that falls in love,”.

Archie smirked. “Gross Jug, when did you get so soppy?!” Both boys laughed, the happy atmosphere dancing around them.

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“SEE LUNA SAFE TO ALTISSIA” - part 7

Pair: Nyx Ulric / Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Previously: For some reasons, if I insert the Ao3 link here, the post doesn’t show up in the tags. So if you want the previous chapters, just message me privately ;)

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Plot: Luna and Nyx didn’t fell in the Empire’s trap, Nyx didn’t had to use the ring and he survived. What would have happened if Nyx really had the chance to ‘see Luna safe to Altissia’, like he promised to Regis? Here the part 7: Galdin Quay. Magic atmosphere. Dancing. Dino shipping Lunyx in the background. What do you expect to happen? ;)  

I have to thank again my beta reader @loveiscosmicsin … and this time. OMG. THE ART. Look at the art this time. @ramibriidge for the drawing and @viianki (yeah, we pulled you in all this too!) for the coloring <3 

What an amazing staff I have beyond the curtains <3 I feel blessed.


Somehow, Dino monopolized their attention for the rest of the day. He offered to pay for their drinks and Coctura cooked dishes from the freshest caught seafood they could ever eat. From the water and straight to the frying pan as the chef put it simply. In spite of first impressions, Dino was quite an enjoyable company – if you were ready to ignore his sad flirting attempts with basically every living girl around him. He traveled a lot in his life so he could entertained them with spicy anecdotes about almost everything. For his own sake, he didn’t dare to comment the delicate relationship between the Oracle and the Glaive anymore, but he kept observing every move of them, every eye contact and every slightly touch. That was a bit weird but both Luna and Nyx learned to deal with it pretty fast. Only when the evening came, Dino offered another drink to Lunafreya and left her with Coctura while he casually took Nyx’s arm and whispered: “Can I talk with you for a second?” Nyx was creeped by what the question could possibly imply but didn’t have other choice than please him.

“What’s the matter?” he asked as they reached the pier.

Dino smirked and took a key out of his pocket, placing it into the Glaive’s hand. Then he sneered, “You’re gonna thank me one day.”

“If this is what I think it is, I –” 

“You’ll gonna owe me big one day, I know.”

“This is getting embarrassing. Me and the Princess, not what you’re thinking and I would neve–”

“Oh, sure, like you can fool me. Anyway, how you use it is up to you. Haven’t you two ever shared a room?”

“Yeah, we did but–”

“So what’s the problem? Look, you have to sleep somewhere, right? Don’t overthink too much, it doesn’t help you.” 

Nyx sighed but in the end accepted the key. “Why are you doing it?”

Dino shrugged. “I could write another article about the way I recognize gems among tons of useless stones but… maybe the truth is that I just understand when a man needs help with a girl.”

Nyx bit his down lip and admitted, “That is not a simple girl I can pick up and then let go. That is the Princess. That is the Oracle of Eos.”

Dino seemed deeply puzzled by the insinuation: “Well, beyond that, isn’t she just a girl, anyway?”

Nyx smiled, putting the key in his pocket. “You are not as stupid as you look.”


Later that night, the music was played to entertain the clients and Galdin Quay got even more magical. The soft lights painted in red, orange and yellow the water of ocean, the air smelled like sea and cocktails, the gentle breeze caressed the skin of them all. Luna was so carried away by the atmosphere that she almost forgot her problems. Coctura was constantly excited of being in her company and spoiled her in every possible way, so hunger was the least concern on Luna’s mind tonight.

Nyx decided to stay a bit in the distance instead, watching over her as always, but in the most discreet way. He just knew that she preferred like that right now because of the ‘dream’ and of course he was right. Luna was kind of relieved in not having him around, constantly remembering the sensual moments they shared in the dream. Yet, she looked in his direction every time she could, just to be sure he was still there, never abandoning her. And when she got the confirmation of that, her heart warmed up more than it should have.

After two hours of watching the local band playing music, Lunafreya sighed. Coctura was fun, but all she discussed was about food or recipes while Dino was flirting with a blond girl on the bridge and he didn’t seemed to have any interest in conversing with someone else. In the end, Luna got bored and had to go back to Nyx. 

“Maybe I should retire for the night.” 

“Really? It’s still early and the night life here is amazing” Nyx said, revealing how much he was enjoying the music and the atmosphere. “You should stay a bit more.” 

“I have nothing to do.” 

“You could dance.” 

“And with who? You?”

Nyx raised his eyebrows and sighed, going back to look to the distance. "Wouldn’t that be nice…”

Luna’s first attempt of making a joke ended in a huge failure, because nobody there was laughing at all. On the contrary, it looked like she just putted salt on a open wound. 

“Nyx, I cannot hold my tongue on this any longer. I’m truly sorry about that dream” she started, whispering in a neutral tone, “I don’t know how it happened and I couldn’t control it at the time. I’m also sorry for telling you and for every discourteous act that came right after. Maybe we should both forget about all this and go back to our usual professional relationship.”

Nyx swallowed and smiled, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "Sure. At least until the next time we can have a conversation without you being snappy with me or red in the face to tell me what’s going on.”

Luna rolled her eyes. "Yes, this is exactly what I wanted to apologize about.” 

"It’s okay. If we go back to our professional relationship, may I have this dance?” 

Luna froze and faltered. "Ah, I…”

Nyx tried again: "Very professional dancing, I mean. I’ll just take it as the olive branch. You know, peace.”

The princess closed her eyes and hid the lips beyond her hand. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but she also knew what was her duty to do and the two things didn’t coincide.

“Just one quick dance…” she said in the end, hoping that her heart and her mind would have accept such a compromise.

For Nyx it was enough: he tendered his hand, waiting for her to take it. She did it with a certain reluctance and regretted it immediately after, understanding where this would have lead in the moment she noticed Dino glancing at them with a victorious smile, raising his glass in the air. 

Nyx didn’t ever had a lot of dancing experience, but the battles of the past forged his body for every kind of movement, so he didn’t take a lot before settling for the dance. He rested a hand on Luna’s waist without looking shy, on the contrary, he searched for Luna’s eyes to sense if that wasn’t too much for her to bear.

Her cheeks were already burning hot, but she didn’t try to escape. She just positioned herself for the dance as the etiquette required and started on. The music was a soft jazz, which didn’t give them the opportunity to really keep the distance.

"Like I said before, Princess, it’s just a dance between two professional people. You can relax. And more, nobody except Dino and Coctura recognized us, so you can just enjoy the moment without fearing of ruining your reputation with a miserable Glaive like me.”

Luna took a deep breath and realized he was right. She was just too tense, so she relaxed her muscles and got closer to him, resting in the end her cheek on his shoulder. "A miserable Glaive…” she smiled. An unexpected feeling of protection and tranquillity invested her, making her closing her eyes. “You’re far from that.”

When a minute has passed and Nyx was sure she wouldn’t have freak out, he tightened his arms around her, smelling the sweet perfume of her hair mixed with the one of the salted sea. He was never been so close to her and the new experience lit up senses he didn’t even know he had. Suddenly, he felt everything at once. Like supernatural powers triggered by her closeness, his taste, sight, hearing, touch, smell were amplified, and at the same time he also experimented the electrical and magnetic vibes she radiated, enjoying them like a breath of fresh air. 

"Yeah? What do you think I am?” he asked, knowing that yes, he was such a miserable Glaive. For wanting a woman that was not his to have. “Just tell me if I’m getting warmer or colder.”

Luna placed her arms around him and shook her head. She started to think and think, and the line of her thoughts got darker as the time passed. "Nyx,” she whispered when the song was almost over. She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching his cheek and slightly kissing him right were his small tattoo was. The Glaive almost felt his heart explode in pure joy but totally froze when he heard she saying: “Once we arrive in Tenebrae, I’ll be safe. I won’t need a bodyguard anymore. We should go separate paths. I’m sorry.”

And then, she abandoned his arms and ran away.


Nyx was so shocked he couldn’t move until Dino came, clearly worried by the scene he just watched.

“Whoa, buddy, what the hell happened? Not even the girls I flirt with run away like that! How did you screw up such a perfect opportunity?”

Nyx wasn’t even able to answer. He was just trying to realize the real sense of what Luna just told him, but actually there was no sense at all. He just couldn’t believe at what he heard. Being safe in Tenebrae? No needing a bodyguard anymore? Getting separate? Three sentences hurt him like a stone squashing on his heart, destroying his expectations, mortifying his pride. Nyx mentally knew she never needed him, but in fact, all he hoped was to prove himself worthy of protecting her and cherish her even if he was just a mere immigrant Glaive, with no title and no magic to make him special.

"Hey big guy, are you listening to me? The suite is already paid for the night, you better solve your problem because I’m not getting that refund back.”

Nyx stared blankly at the man before him, thinking about the details he didn’t notice before: the princess’s sad eyes as he watched him, the soft kiss on the cheek which felt like a goodbye.

“Hello! Could you please act like a man and run after her?” Dino screamed in the end, cupping the hands on his mouth like he was using a amplifier. Nyx caught a deep breath and finally straightened up. “Good boy! Now go! Go!” 

And Nyx did so. He turned on his heels and followed the Princess down the bridge, until his feet met the white sand. The full moon was ready to illuminate his path, like it was giving him a sort of blessing.


Luna took her sandals off, walking fast in the sea to scroll away the tension and the sadness. The water was warm also at that time of the night, sparkling under the shining moon and the air was so restoring she already felt better. That until she heard him calling her name. “Princess!” She turned around, feeling tears wetting her eyes. 

“Go away!” and quickened her pace.

Nyx took really a short while to reach for her, entering in the water like he didn’t care of getting his boots soaking wet. “The hell I will!” He was pretty upset, she could tell only by the sound of his voice. When she saw his face though, Luna realized he was deeply mortified, too. “Have you lost your mind? What crazy idea did you come up with this time? Going on with the journey alone?”

She hadn’t the courage to talk to his face so she turned around a bit and looked down. “Nyx, you just can’t be my bodyguard forever, it’s too…” 

“Embarrassing? Inappropriate? Dangerous?” 

"Complicated.”

Nyx opened his mouth, closed it again, squeezed the eyes and pointed at the restaurant at his back. “So that’s the professionalism you were talking about just a couple of minutes ago? Wow, the coherence!”

“I’m just trying to do what’s best for both of us and for the rest of the world as well!” Her voice raised in the air a bit more, in a tone of frustrated sadness which was not usual to her.

“I don’t care about me and I don’t care about the world either, because I made a promise to my king to see you safe to Altissia and that I will, even if I’ll have to follow you around against your will.”

“Well, technically, your king isn’t Regis anymore so speaking about duties to the Crown, I’m certain Noctis would be enchanted to know how far you are ready to go just to ‘protect’ me!”

Nyx wide opened his eyes, in a very comical expression: “Excuse me? Are you trying to blame me for doing my job?” He got closer, leaning down on her to see her face in the darkness but she tried to step back, giving up when she noticed she couldn’t hide anymore.

She raised her hand and closed her eyes. “That’s not what I wanted to–!” 

"YOU’RE the one having dirty dreams about ME and now I’M the one going too far!” 

“Yes, having that dream was my fault but you certainly didn’t help me, with all your teasing and at the same time, being… kind!” She was so desperate she was getting ridiculous, causing Nyx to be even more confused. 

“Are you saying I was wrong being nice to you?” 

“No!” 

“Then I don’t get the point you’re driving at.”

“My point is that I can’t control myself when you are around and this not only scares me but it’s wrong!” she blurted out in the end. “The more I want to be professional, the more I end up closer to you and this can’t lead to anything good. I can’t have it, Nyx. I just can’t. For so many reasons I can’t even start to explain!”

Nyx waited for her to finish the sentence with the mouth open in surprise, then he slowly shook his head and lowered his voice, even if he was still strongly upset when he answered: 

“Listen, Princess. We don’t know each other for long, but I dare to say I understood a lot about you, more than you think. And you know what impression you made to me?” He looked her straight in the eyes, with a burning resolution, “You’re a frustrated woman.” Luna tried to reply but he cut her down with a light move of the hand. “Don’t even try to deny it! You’re a frustrated woman. You sold your body and soul to an important cause, and even though this is admirable, you now discover that beyond the façade of the ‘holy Oracle who will save the world with her merciful deeds’ you are just a normal girl which is scared by Kenny Crow and likes to listen to all kind of music on the radio! You love life, even if you’re ready to sacrifice it to appear like the most flawless being of all time and you inspire people. I’m not surprised that with all the people in the world you’re attracted by me - a common immigrant who joined the Kingsglaive as a sign of gratitude for the person who helped him - because for the first time in forever, with me you can do what you really want and not what other people tell you to do. With me you can be yourself and not what other people expect you to be!” 

He marked every word with a tenacious gesture and looked at her, talking with his heart in his sleeve. He was so brutally honest, so perfectly sincere, Luna couldn’t help but feel touched. Nobody ever talked to her like that. 

"Nyx, I–“ 

"I’ve not finished, because I want you to know that I know you hide things from me, which probably means I don’t have the whole picture of the situation. But one thing is clear, Princess: you-should-live-your-own-life!” At that point of the preach, he was warming up a bit too much, and almost screamed: “Why do you think you don’t deserve it? After being hostage of Niflheim for years, after being used as a bait in Insomnia’s fall, after being idolized by people, after all the fights you fought in secret, after being the only inspiration of Eos; why do you still think you don’t deserve to be selfish sometimes and do what the hell you want?” He took out of his shirt the necklace with the Ring of Lucis hung on it and showed it to her. “I accepted to take this for you only because I wanted to give you a break, for the Astrals’ sake! You should give the same opportunity to yourself, too!” 

After all that yelling, Luna was almost crying, swallowing down every word she wanted to say because it wouldn’t have make justice to the purity of heart Nyx let blow out in that very moment. 

For a minute, there was only silence, interrupted by the low crashing of the waves of the ocean. 

Then, Nyx sighed and turned around, moving away. 

Luna didn’t expected it and screamed in a broken voice, “W-where are you going now?”

“Where do you think? I’m going to sit on the sand, and watch over you, business as usual!” he answered, opening his arms, still very upset. “I told you I will never let you go!”

And so he did. He got out of the water, sat on the beach, trying to recuperate his composure. He took awhile, since he didn’t get so mad since he argued with Selena years before. Exactly like his little sister, Luna was stubborn and spoiled, but she was also more layered and complicated which made Nyx’s job of standing by her side very difficult.

He took a deep and frustrated breath and finally felt better. Looking at the distant figure of the Princess in the water also helped in the end, because if he could ignore the argument they just had, he should have admitted that it was the perfect picture, pure art. Everything of her was perfect: the way she looked at the moon in the distance with a thoughtful expression, the shape of her slender body, the way she let her hair down on her shoulders and turned in his direction. 

Nyx swallowed hard.

All the imperfections he - and probably only he - noticed made her so real and so perfect, and such a perfection only hurt him more in the end, knowing she was not something that would have ever been under his reach. Yet, she slowly came out of the water, beautiful under the moonlight like the goddess she used to represent.

Nyx watched her without saying a word, he totally fell under her spell. “Can I sit by you?” she asked after awhile. She was calm now, and even a bit sad. Nyx couldn’t tell if he nodded in response or what, but Luna sat down next to him anyway. Her breath was regular, barely audible because of the waves of the sea and so was his.

“About what you just said…” Luna started, “Every single word was a knife in the stomach but… I fear you are right. Yes. I think I really fear it.”

Nyx couldn’t say a word, her profile was just so ethereal to watch, he was captured by her words and couldn’t react. “My duty is my destiny, Nyx. I held on to this my whole life and I just… can’t imagine myself without it. Not only this, but people are depending on me. Helping Noctis and supporting him during in his ascension means giving hope to the whole world and I can’t falter especially now. Knowing all this forged my existence. You’re telling me to live my own life and do whatever I want but… I just can’t. I never actually could.”

Nyx turned around on the sand, casually touching her side with his knee. “But it’s not right. You know that, don’t you?” he asked, lowering his voice to let her know his concern. “You deserve to be happy.”

She looked at him, allowing herself to admire details she never really observed, like the form of his little tattoos, the scars underneath the beard, the braids in his hair, the changing color of his eyes under the moonlight. Suddenly, all those details were so dear to her, because they were part of him. 

“Happiness comes in different forms and perhaps mine is in fulfilling my destiny.”

“This is ridiculous…” he murmured, leaning a bit. They were so close now, she could almost hear his heart beating. He had fire in his eyes when he added: “I think you’re smart enough to know what makes you happy.” 

Luna felt her heart sunk, her arms going limp, and whole body go weak. Nobody ever gave her so much credit, so much space, or so much freedom. 

Surprising herself, she reached for his hand, entwining her fingers in his, looking for warmth. She didn’t care if his skin was rough or if his grip was too strong. She just wanted him again closer and closer, exactly like in the dream which tormented her for two days already. And his body was there in front of her, ready to surrender. If she only would have let him…

“Are you saying all this just because you want to take advantage of me?” she asked instead.

Nyx didn’t even get mad for the insinuation this time, he was just too enchanted by the rare occasions she was cheeky towards him. “No” he answered, very seriously. “If I wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn’t have get angry when you asked me to leave you without protection, nor I wouldn’t have accepted to see you to Altissia where you’re gonna marry another man.” He raised a hand, caressing her cheek with a surreal gentleness. “…And maybe I wouldn’t have invited you to dance with me and gone off with the brunette who watched me the whole evening.”

That surprised her. “There was a woman watching you?” 

Nyx smiled and with that smile he didn’t caressed her cheek: he caressed her heart.

“Remember what King Regis said to you before he died? He wanted you to live happily. And as long as there’s life in me, I will work to make his last wish to come true. Even though it’s not gonna be with me, even though this would damage me, I want you to live happily, Princess. If this doesn’t prove I’m not trying to take advantage of you, I don’t–”

“It’s enough to me.” Luna swallowed, clutching the grip on his shirt: “I’m sorry, I was asking because my whole life men looked at me like that, they used me, they forced me into–”

“It’s okay.” Nyx shushed her, moving the thumb on her lips, while his whole hand was still cupping her cheek. “I didn’t ask for your reasons.” And then he stared at her lips, letting the desire grow stronger. She noticed.

“This is not good. In the end, I will be the one taking advantage of you.”

“Fine with it …” He sighed, too distracted to pay any heed to the warning.

"Let’s enjoy the moment?”

“Let’s enjoy the moment” he agreed.

Luna closed her eyes and opened her mouth, feeling him putting an arm around her waist to pull her closer. They had to move on the sand until they found the right position, but this didn’t stopped them. She touched his biceps, tracing a line to his neck, holding on to it like it was an anchor in the ocean of her bursting feelings. She longed for the kiss she thought would come, but immediately realized when he backed up from it. She opened her eyes and looked at his yearning look, wandering what made him to hesitate now.

“Ask me,” he begged. “I won’t do anything if you don’t ask me.”

Luna’s eyes got wet. “Nyx…” She tightened the grip around his neck and got so close until their lips touched. His breath was smelling like the cocktail Coctura served them before. 

“I just want it to be your choice, Princess.”

“It is. Kiss me.” 

She didn’t have to repeat it twice. He immediately rushed his nose against her cheek, kissing her opened lips, lingering on it to feel the flavor and the warmth. It tasted like liberation, like they both finally broke down the dam holding back their bursting feelings. Being that her first kiss, Luna didn’t even know how to handle things, so she let him take control, focusing on what she was receiving instead and enjoying every single instant of it. Nyx couldn’t ask for better. Even though he never allowed himself to indulge on that thought, he instinctively knew how to set his Princess on fire. He bit her down lip, and then the upper one and then he kissed her deeply, stealing her breath. Luna had to shrink back a moment to catch some air but he immediately pulled her closer again, forcing the princess to gasp in his mouth. She didn’t dare to escape ever again.

Nyx putted his fingers through her hair, guiding her moves. Then his hands slipped down on her neck, on her breast, until they reached her hips, where they stopped. 
He gently pushed her down on the beach and after watching her for a second - her golden hair loose on the sand, the innocent expression confused by her first effusion of affection and yet, the big blue eyes eager for him - he leaned down on her and kissed her lips again, this time with more tenderness, knowing she deserved it. The most beautiful flower of all Eos was in his hands and he needed to take care of it.

Luna putted a hand on his chest, exploring his shape, experimenting new sensations, looking for his natural warmth and then stopped when she heard his heart beating. She immediately understood that would always been her favorite sound from now on. 

They didn’t stop for a long while, not even caring if someone saw them or if the temperature was getting lower. 

They took all the time they need to learn to know each other’s lips, each other’s movements and breathing. Luna didn’t feel like rushing. If kissing a man for the first time meant feeling what she was feeling right now, she wanted to learn and understand every detail of it and she wasn’t ready to halt. Not now, at least. She let him take the lead and followed his instructions. It felt better than she expected.

In the end, it was Nyx the one who decided to stop, when he started to feel the urge to explore her body and give in to basic instincts. It took all the restraint he could muster to pull away.

“Princess,” he whispered, kissing her cheek and then her ear. She shivered deeply and hold on his back, instinctively sinking her nails in his shirt. He smiled and didn’t complain, because even that hurt was pleasure if it came from her. “It’s better if I stop now.” 

She sighed and opened her eyes to look straight at him. She found a sweet note on his face, like he was completely satisfied by how that conversation ended and not just that. Like he was proud of her. “… W-why?”

He raised himself up on one elbow, and looked for something in his pocket. Doing so, he had to distance him a bit and Luna already missed having him on her.
In the end, Nyx took out the key Dino previously gave him and put it under the moonlight. 

Luna wide opened her eyes and started to stutter: “Nyx, w-wait, I–”

Nyx bit his lip and then started laughing.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face!” he said, his beautiful large smile shining only for her. “Relax. It’s not what you think it is. Or better, it is, but I’m not even gonna enter in the room where you will sleep tonight, otherwise I would totally ‘take advantage of you’. I know, big contradiction to what I said a couple minutes ago.”

Luna sighed in relief but at the same time she rested her hands on his chest. She didn’t want to let him go. “And where will you sleep?”

“I’ll pay for another room. Or in the car.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Luna caressed his face, feeling his beard brushing against her fingertips. They were looking in the eyes like it was the last time and Luna couldn’t help but ask: “Just… another kiss before I go?” 

That was a request he would have always accepted. Fearing that it was their last moment of intimacy and that next day Luna would have regretted letting her walls down, Nyx kissed her again passionately and it was his deep devotion that she felt safe between his arms unlike any she never was anywhere else.

Whatever it would have come next, it wouldn’t have change what they felt that night. It was wrong, it was useless, it was not fair, yet, it was theirs and only theirs. And they enjoyed every second of it.

anonymous asked:

Lucio x reader where he catches her dancing and he's really really aroused

Thank you for your request! I wasn’t entirely sure what dance style you hand in mind, but while thinking of one I couldn’t help but be reminded of the beautiful Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie’. I can imagine the cute frog boy having a nose bleed over the way she pivots her hips (≖ᴗ≖✿)


  • You grew up a free-spirited being with a love for music and dance; you were so graceful on the floor that people found it hard to keep their eyes off of you
  • The way you pivoted your hips and the way you swayed made people of both genders drool; you were beyond sexy
  • You naturally gravitated to places were people had a feel for dance, the atmosphere was welcoming, and the music loud; places like that felt like home
  • It was bound to happen at some point and before you knew it, you found yourself at a Lúcio event; you’d heard his music before, it was decent and easy to dance too, but you couldn’t help but find the Brazilian behind the DJ equipment more exciting
  • You wanted him to notice you.. you wanted to stand out from this crowd and you knew exactly how; as you began swaying you noticed him subtly staring in your direction, but nothing that seemed to really grab him
  • You were swaying your hips, pivoting your body, and your hips were gyrating in the perfect combination; you were lost in music and you couldn’t help but laugh, you loved this feeling
  • Soon enough you found your eyes wandering over to the DJ booth, Lú cio’s face looked flushed; this excited you as you made your way closer to his booth
  • Although you weren’t allowed close to him, you caught a glimpse of him staring down at you and then his pants; he wore an embarrassed look, and from what you could see, he was hard, the bulge in his pants clarified that.
  • Later that night when his event had ended he sent his bodyguards over to you and insisted that he meet you, you obliged, and lets just say you took care of the thing you caused in his pants ;)
Good Gracious, Ass is Bodacious: Mickey x Ian

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: Smut, Vulgar Language 

“Another day, another dollar.” 

That’s what they said, right? Mickey wasn’t really sure anymore. At this point, money was money, it didn’t really matter how he got it. He had a kid at home, a wife, and a sister to provide for while his shitty father was off getting arrested for the twentieth time. Mickey wondered when they were going to finally just keep him in the god damn place. It’s not like Terry ever did anything for them. And his brothers could take care of themselves. Hell, Mandy could take care of herself, Mickey just didn’t want her running off and becoming a prostitute or a stripper, or anything to that degree.

It was pretty funny, now that he thought about it. The fact that he didn’t want Mandy to become a stripper, and yet, here he was. Standing outside of Fairy Tale, local gay bar/strip club/whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. First day of his new job, but he heard it was going to pay well. He had the tattoos and the rugged looks that would bring around some of the old men that were into the ‘bad boys’. If they only knew how bad Mickey actually was.

Mickey gave himself another moment to breathe, before stepping through the doors. Some strange techno music was pulsing through the club, vibrating in his chest. He already didn’t like this. The floor felt sticky under his shoes, and the room smelled heavily of booze, sweat, and cologne. 

Without stopping to greet any of his coworkers - most he’d met the day before while ‘training’ - Mickey headed into the back to change into his ‘uniform’ and put that gloopy shit on his eyes. God he hated the eyeliner more than the piece of fabric this place called a uniform. He would walk around fucking naked if it meant he didn’t have to clog his eyes up with that black shit.

So, with the uniform on, and the eyeliner in place - “You’ve gotta smudge the edges, sweetheart.” “Who the fuck you callin’ sweetheart?” - Mickey walked out onto the floor for his first shift. For a little while, he was supposed to just get comfortable with the atmosphere, dance - more like hump the fucking air - on a platform, and then later he was supposed to start giving lap dances. Mickey wasn’t sure how comfortable he was going to be with all of this, but he was a Milkovich. Milkovich’s could get through anything.

Mickey walked around for just a little bit, side stepping anyone who came too close to him. He wasn’t ready to act super flirty towards some saggy old man. From across the room, he could do it. He kept a smolder on his face, trying to stay ‘in character’ as they liked to call it. Finally, deciding it was now or never, Mickey stepped onto a vacant platform and started rolling his hips to the beat of the music, arms behind his head. Hips still rolling, he began to slide his hands sensually down his body. He kept his eyes to the edge of the platform, not wanting to really make eye contact with anyone. This whole thing didn’t feel like him. He was not this person. He was supposed to be confident, cocky, an asshole. But here he was, about to act like someone’s bitch for the next few hours.

He did get quite a few tips once he loosened up. The key was making eye contact. And practically humping their faces when they walked over. He didn’t like the way their fingers felt in the waistband of his uniform, but he was starting to get desensitized to it. Maybe he could do this. After about another hour of dancing on the platform, Mickey’s eye caught on someone. Someone who wasn’t old, and saggy, and was actually really, really attractive. But, Mickey had always liked red heads, he couldn’t deny that.

And then he realized who it was.

Ian fucking Gallagher.

His sister’s boyfriend was traipsing through the crowd, eyes locked on Mickey. Mickey would have run, hid, but it was too late. Ian had seen him. Mickey ran a hand over his face, and turned in the opposite direction to continue gyrating his hips, hoping Ian would just walk right past him. His heart was in his throat at this point, and he didn’t really know what to do.

A finger hooked in the back of his uniform, and he felt the money being slid in. Mickey cautiously turned around, only to see that the owner was the very person he didn’t want over here.

“You do lap dances? I got money.”

Mickey could barely hear his voice over the music. But, he gave a dreadful nod. They weren’t supposed to deny anyone dances, and if someone found out he had on his first day, he could very well get fired. So, he took Ian’s hand and lead him over to the seating area.

“It’s twenty for a song.” Mickey told him, as he sat the male down.

Ian dug out his money, and handed it over. Mickey lifted his waistband away from his skin, to let the boy slide the money in, fingers brushing against Mickey’s side. Goosebumps ran over Mickey’s skin, and for the first time that night, he didn’t mind being touched.

With the next song starting, Mickey straddled Ian’s waist and began grinding, humping, really anything. He wanted to get this over with. Sure, Mickey had always been attracted to the red head, but Ian had started dating his sister. He wasn’t about to steal his sister’s boyfriend… especially when he had a wife himself. Not that he cared much for her. The one night stand had spurred everything into place, it was no one’s fault but his own.

He was trying to not focus on the feeling of Ian’s now very obvious erection pressing against him. Trying to ignore the soft moans that fell from the man’s mouth. Ignoring the way his hands ghosted against his sides. Ignoring the fact that two songs had passed, now three.

With heavy breathing, Mickey slid out of Ian’s lap, and brushed his fingers through his sweaty hair. “Gotta pay for the extra two.” He tell’s him, pulling the waistband away from his sweaty skin. Damn he’d just had a work out.

Ian didn’t say anything, just forked up the cash. His fingers purposefully brushed Mickey’s skin this time, and Mickey could definitely tell. Ian leans forward, lips brushing against Mickey’s ear. “Let’s go to the bathroom…see if we can work out another price.” His breath was hot against Mickey’s skin, and he was compelled to follow the man wherever he went.

“Okay.” Mickey breathed, taking a hold of Ian’s hand again. He lead the taller male into the seedy bathroom. Who knew what kind of diseases were slopped on these walls. The thought didn’t deter him, as he lead Ian into the only free stall. It seemed a lot of men were getting it on in there. That didn’t deter Mickey either. Of course, he would have preferred to just be able to hear Ian, but knowing that there were others around to hear them kind of turned him on even more.

“Two hun-” Mickey cut Ian off with a kiss. He didn’t give a shit about the money anymore. This was about them. The unspoken sexual tension that always arrived when the redhead came over. This was about getting the man to fuck him, the way he fucked his sister. Yeah, Mickey was no stranger Mandy’s ‘attempt-to-be-quiet’ moans. It was like a daily thing now, and Mickey just had to listen while they fucked, and he took care of a kid. So many days had Mickey wished to be the one Ian was pushing around and fucking hard. Today was finally that day.

Their tongues tangled feverishly, Ian’s hands traveling down Mickey’s back until they cupped his ass, eliciting a soft noise from the other’s lips. Mickey’s hands were pulling through Ian’s hair, trying to memorize the way it felt between his fingers. He was suddenly being lifted, and pressed against the stall wall. Mickey’s legs wrapped tightly around Ian’s waist, as the other grinded him into the hard plastic covering.

“Just fuckin’ fuck me, already.” Mickey huffed. He was tired of all of this grinding and shit. They’d been going at it for at least fifteen minutes now, including the lap dances from earlier. Mickey didn’t think either one of them could get any harder

Ian shifted, letting Mickey drop to the floor on his feet. Mickey’s hands went to slide off his tight uniform, while Ian’s worked at his own pants. Before he knew it, he was lifted back up. He clung to Ian tightly, while the other rolled on a condom. In seconds, Mickey’s back was flush against the wall, and a cock larger than he had imagined was pressing into him. He rested his head against the wall, his eyes squeezing shut, as groans fell from his mouth. The stretch was not his favorite thing. ‘Course, Mickey did have toys, so this wasn’t the first time something was going in his ass, but Ian’s dick was a lot bigger than he had anticipated.

Not to mention, the lube on the condom was definitely not enough.

All trivial things, as Ian bottomed out, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Mickey, as the boys cock pressed against his prostate. He was thankful that Ian was being nice enough to let him adjust to the stretch. He wondered how obvious it was, but all thoughts left him as Ian began thrusting.

Mickey tightened his legs around Ian’s waist, his bottom lip tight between his teeth as the stings of pain vanished from his body. It all felt fucking amazing, now. The tip of his own cock was brushing against Ian’s abs with every thrust, and fuck did it feel good.

“This ain’t no kiddie show, Red. Harder.” Mickey demanded. If he had any control in the situation, he’d be moving himself to grab more depth and speed, but he didn’t. He was stuck in between a wall and rock hard abs, not that he minded.

It seemed that Ian answered his prayers, because with a little chuckle into his ear, the red head began pounding into him at a faster pace, his hips shifting to thrust harder into Mickey’s sweet spot. This had the noriet in bliss, feeling that he really couldn’t be stimulated any more. Moans flowed past Mickey’s lips, he was unable to hold them in.

His orgasm had hit him hard, unexpected. Ribbons of cum coated Ian’s shirt, and for a moment Mickey felt bad, but then he didn’t. He was almost embarrassed for coming undone so soon, he felt like he was a virgin, with a quick shot. If his face wasn’t already red from the exertion, it definitely would be now.

Even though Mickey was finished, Ian kept pounding into him. Mickey’s body was slowly curling into itself, his hands gripping tightly at the back of Ian’s neck as his prostate was over stimulated. It felt good, but it was also a really fucking strange feeling. Mickey leaned forward, and pressed his face into the red head’s neck, breathing through the static shocks that shot up his spine with every thrust.

Before he knew it, Ian’s thrusts were becoming erratic, hips stuttering as he hit his crest. Mickey could feel Ian’s cock twitching, as he pumped his seed into the condom. After a moment of catching his breath, Ian let Mickey down, yet held a steadying hand on the male’s waist. Mickey hadn’t realized how off-kilter he was going to feel, but he took it in stride, leaning against the stall wall he had just been pressed up against.

There was a sort of silence between the two, as they cleaned themselves up, and righted clothes…if you could call Mickey’s uniform ‘clothes’. Not to mention, most of his money from the night had landed on the floor, so he had to go about tucking it all back in. It wasn’t much of a problem, but he was probably missing some of it by now.

“Two hundred enough?” Ian broke the silence between them.

Mickey shrugged, holding a hand out for the money.

Ian pushed Mickey’s hand away, and stepped towards him, fingers hooking in his waistband. He slid the money in, before dipping down to kiss Mickey. Their tongues tangled, teeth clashed. It was raw, unbearing, and definitely not meant to be seen by anyone. When they finally pulled away  from each other, Ian stood straight, radiating confidence.

“Where’d all the money come from?” Mickey asked the taller male.

“Job.” Ian shrugged, before moving around Mickey to open the stall door.

“Since when do you have a fuckin’ job?” Mickey huffs, as he follows Ian out.

“Since I got one…Don’t tell Mandy about this.”

“I won’t, if you won’t.”

astro witch coven au (moonbin)

introduction | rocky | eunwoo | moon bin | mj | jinjin

  • Astro’s resident Charmer

    • Rocky insists on calling him a Talisman creator but Bin personally thinks “charmer” fits his Very Attractive Face very well

    • He deals with charms and spells and puts them into objects to protect or to curse or to do stupid things like fly around Rocky’s head

  • ½ of the Lil Shit line  

  • I swear to god he’s such a little shit

  • Loves pranking the rest of the Coven

    • Loves charming multiple things to fly around Rocky’s head

      • And it pisses Rocky off so incredibly much

      • Once he made Rocky’s metal ladle fly about a metre above his head for about 10 minutes before Rocky glowered at him and threatened to slip a skin colour changing potion into his drink

      • He put it down pretty quickly

      • Rocky put the potion in his drink anyway as a lesson

    • Loves loves loves pranking Sanha

      • Once he stole a dead beetle from Rocky’s potion ingredients stash and asked Sanha to hold it temporarily while he went to the bathroom

      • But he added a Vibration spell beforehand and just as he left Sanha alone it started twitching

      • Sanha screamed so loudly nearly all his hyungs came running

      • I mean they all laughed but Sanha nearly cried

      • Once also he charmed several crystals with a Shouting spell

      • And put them all near places Sanha frequents like the bathroom and the stairs and the kitchen and whatnot

      • And every time Sanha went near those places it shouted, really loudly, “MJ, JINJIN, CHA EUNWOO, MOONBIN, ROCKY, YOON SANHA, A S T RO” in his ear

      • And Sanha yelped EVER Y T I M E it was hilarious

      • It also got Bin a whack on the head by Eunwoo because “even though it’s hilarious it’s not nice to bully a yoUNG CHILD, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT” yeah

  • A ridiculously talented charmer Talisman Creator

    • His mum says it’s because he was born under some star or whatever Bin didn’t really listen because he was too busy doing other things

    • But when he was 8 his powers started to manifest very very strongly and his parents had to send him away to a stronger coven to train

    • I mean, his parents run a pretty small charm shop and they’re fairly good with energy and charms

    • But Bin’s magic became hard to control even for skilled witches like themselves he began dispelling excess energy into inanimate objects

    • Once Bin’s dad came home to find his pots and pans dancing around the kitchen and Su A crying because of the sheer amount of noise her brother was making

    • So Bin’s mum sent him away to a family friend

    • Speaking of which

  • Trained under Ravi from the VIXX coven

    • So he joined them when he was 8 and he was the most powerful young witch they’ve ever trained

    • Which is saying something because all the witches there had dealt with at least 3 apprentices each before

    • And the last most powerful witch they apprenticed ended up being part of their coven aka Hyuk

    • Story time

      • So when Bin’s mum brings him in to meet N Bin is really really afraid

      • He’s eight and he doesn’t want to live far away from his family with these strange tall beings he wants to stay home and he wants to run around with Su A and watch as his blue flows through with her lavender

      • And so he goes kicking and screaming to the VIXX coven

      • But when he gets there he sees sparkling, shiny crystals floating around N and he sees how they glow with a soft, pale blue light and his heart immediately aches because he wants to do that

      • And when N places a small Calming charm in his hand he feels the magic running through it and pulsing into his veins and he’s suddenly giddy with the power and peaceful all at once and he knows he wants to make this happen

      • And so he pushes up his tiny glasses and tugs on his mum’s hand and tells her quietly that he’ll see her later because he wants to go with Uncle N (cue N squawking indignantly that he is not An Uncle, thank you very much) to learn how to charm things

      • And his mum just pats his head and tells him with tears in her eyes that she’s proud of him and to behave and that she’ll see him during the weekend

    • But yeah the VIXX members quickly pick up Bin as part of their group it’s so cute

      • He’s apprenticed under Ravi but he takes lessons from everyone

      • I mean, he’s messed up a couple times and sometimes it’s hilarious

        • See: the time Ravi taught him to make a Waterproof charm and made Bin test it out on himself by dumping a bucketful of water on his head and seeing if he stayed dry

        • Hint: he didn’t

        • Which is a story in itself

      • And sometimes it’s alarming

        • When Bin thought he made a pretty good Fireproof talisman and threw the charmed pebble into the fire

        • It was Not Fireproof it was Flammable

        • RIP VIXX’s fireplace

  • Loves 2 sleep

  • No kidding

    • Naps everywhere

    • Anytime

    • As long as he’s not watching over some crystal formation or some energy channel he’s napping

    • He’s a tired baby please forgive him

  • Loves 2 eat

    • Also not kidding

    • Eats everything

    • Anywhere

    • Anytime

    • I woke up at 7am to watch Bin’s eating livestream he was adorable he was so painfully boyfriend please kill me

    • Eunwoo’s often wondered if he’s stored his stomach in a separate talisman or something and that’s why he can eat so much

    • But no, it’s really because Bin loves all and any food

    • But it’s also because he uses a shit ton of energy when he seals spells and charms into different talismans so he snacks all the time and eats a lot at meals

    • He likes to joke it’s him leaving a bit of himself in every talisman he creates but it’s not that much of a joke because it’s kind of true

  • Also loves to flirt

    • I’m kidding really he ‘flirts’ with everyone but he doesn’t really mean to do it????

    • It’s mostly his smile I think he just grins and everyone kind of lowkey falls under his spell

    • Haha see what I did there

    • And when he opens his mouth literally everything sounds flirty

    • (swings by the Seventeen coven to deliver charms to Mingyu)

      • “hey love, how’re you doing?” @ mingyu

      • not even a flirty sentence

      • but he’s grinning at Mingyu and Mingyu has a faint blush spreading across his cheeks

      • “wow uh Nothing Much” mmhmm very coherent Mingyu

      • no lie my roommate was once actually so flustered she actually said this out loud then walked into like 3 people

      • “Oh, and I added an extra crystal in there along with your order, by the way. I had an extra one lying around begging for a Happiness charm.” (adds on a wink) @ Mingyu

      • Mingyu, in his head: “mmasdhfkljsajskdfhlkasjd”

      • Bin: (accidentally has to deal with a glowering Wonwoo)

      • now Wonwoo deals with all the deliveries to the Seventeen coven house in case that one Charmer comes again and tries to flirt with his boy

    • ok but truth the very first time he went to deliver charms with Ken to learn his delivery route was when he was like 10 and Ken deemed him capable of controlling his powers outdoors  

      • and literally nearly everyone fell in love with this boy

      • all the old witches cooed over him

      • even the grumpy potions master over at the Bangtan coven loved Bin he actually smiled at Bin and gave him a piece of candy that Ken checked meticulously for signs of tampering even though Ken’s been going there for forever and he’s never even gotten a smile  

      • literally the most precious child my heart is in pain I love baby Bin

  • Changes hair colour every 2 or 3 weeks

    • Usually it’s a side effect of a spell

    • He’d be using too much energy to do something by accident and the energy would spill over in the atmosphere and dance around the closest living thing

    • It used to be a plant he kept next to the table and it used to sprout randomly coloured flowers but one day MJ swiped it for a blood ritual and it was never returned to him so

    • Now the energy hovers around him and sometimes when he straightens up all the excited energy floats around his head and runs through his hair

    • And you’d just see Bin’s eyes shining in concentration through a blue stream of magic

    • So sometimes you’ll see him in the morning with deep purple hair and in the afternoon you’ll see him with pastel blue hair

    • It throws Eunwoo off sometimes but Eunwoo loves all his colours anyway

    • Sometimes it dances around Eunwoo’s head and all Eunwoo does is lean back from the blue clouds and watch it flow excitedly

    • And sometimes Bin watches him

  • Is so so so incredibly soft for a small bean with a beautiful eyesmile it’s not even funny at this point

    • IT’S SO OBVIOUS TO ALL THE MEMBERS

    • To everyone but Eunwoo tbh

    • I mean the moment he met Eunwoo he was Whipped™ for that man

    • What’s that

    • You want to hear the story of how they met ????

    • Well I guess I gotta

    • Here we go

    • Bin was in the middle of training with Hyuk and Hyuk was trying to teach him a Pain hex charm

    • Which requires a lot of energy by the way since Pain hexes need the charmer to have an evil (? Negative?) intention

    • But Bin’s always discharged his negative energy by pulling pranks on all his members in the VIXX coven

    • So it was really difficult for him to pull negative energy from the air

    • (Hyuk said it’d get easier as it went on because the longer you live the angrier you get at the world but Bin isn’t sure if he wants that to happen)

    • And so sitting with 10 crystals floating around his head and Hyuk sitting opposite him Bin starts to cast the hex

    • Fast forward three hours

    • It’s just the same thing but with more frustration

    • And more light blue energy floating about his head

    • And Hyuk falling asleep

    • Fast forward another 2 hours and Bin’s passed out on the floor with a cut on his forehead because one of the crystals was a bit too zealous in its spinning

    • And Hyuk’s kneeling over him and smacking his face and he’s not moving at all and Hyuk is panicking slightly and he doesn’t know what to do and

    • Next thing they know Hongbin’s levitating Bin out the door and Ravi’s in the car and they’re driving as fast as they can to the nearest Healing house

    • And this was back when Eunwoo was still training with Snuper

    • So Ravi just bursts into the house and Hongbin’s shuffling Bin into the house and all the Healers look up from different spots around the house at the noise

    • And the first one downstairs is Eunwoo and he’s snapping out a thin sheet onto a Healing table so Hongbin can set Bin down and everything is happening all at once and way too fast

    • And Ravi’s talking a mile a minute at Eunwoo about the hex Bin was trying to master and the crystals are circling agitatedly around Bin’s head and Hongbin’s chewing on his lip and trying not to let tears slip out

    • But the more Ravi explains about the hex the more worried Eunwoo gets about this pale boy that’s getting increasingly weaker as time slips by so Eunwoo stares right into Bin’s face and places a single finger on Bin’s forehead because wow if anything, Eunwoo is sure this boy is too beautiful to die

    • And instantly a spark of green runs down Eunwoo’s arm and shocks into Bin and there’s a flash of blue as Bin jolts on the table

    • And suddenly the table is smoking with blue and green magic

    • It’s so heady it sends the two Charm witches reeling and Hongbin and Ravi have to sit down and the witch on the Healing table beside Bin’s blinks sleepily and starts to sit up

    • And suddenly Bin’s eyes fly open and meet Eunwoo’s and wo w

    • Wow

    • Woooooow

    • Bin has to blink a couple times because wow is he dead already?

    • He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his parents

    • Or his sister :(

    • But ??? he can ask this angel to help him tell them, I guess?

    • Wait

    • Do witches go to heaven

    • He’s not sure but he’s pretty sure he’s in heaven because there’s no way this angel belongs in hell

    • Wait

    • The angel’s talking

    • And he looks worried?????? The angel keeps blinking and Bin vaguely starts counting the number of beautiful long eyelashes

    • And suddenly Bin’s ears unclog and he hears Ravi and Hongbin murmuring worriedly and the angel asking him if he’s alright

    • Oh dear if Ravi and Hongbin are here does it mean they were killed too oh God Bin didn’t mean to do this he never meant for any of this to hap-

    • And then he hears Eunwoo say, “Oh thank goodness you’ve woken up, we thought you were going to die…”

    • And it’s the softest thing he’s ever heard wow how can someone have a voice like a windchime????

    • Wait

    • He’s alive

    • He’s ALIVE

    • And the first thing he says is

    • “Are you real? Like, not an angel?”

    • And he watches as the not-angel flushes

    • “Yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

    • And instantly even with his forehead stinging and his legs weak he props himself up on his forearms and grins through the pain at Eunwoo

    • “Well, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

    • And immediately he feels Ravi roll his eyes and Hongbin smacks him on the back of his head

    • But Eunwoo is smiling and blushing and his smile is so so so beautiful Bin get stunned into silence once more and obeys Hongbin’s hands as he gets laid down once more on the table

    • Until he realises that this particular angel’s method of healing is by touch and he flushes

    • Truly a blessing

    • I guess you could say

    • He was touched by an angel

    • Please shoot me

(dabs) i’m nearly done with finals i’ve got 2 more papers on thursday and friday then i’ll write something short about how Eunwoo recruited Bin into Astro (dabs again)

BTS~ YG Magazine First & Special Edition of 2016 Interview [TRANS]

Rap Monster’s Real Charms

Strength: Physique, rap, brain

Weakness: Dancing

Secret Charisma: He can always accomplish anything but doesn’t always tell everyone.

Hardest/Saddest Moment: Learning choreography

Happiest Moment: When the choreography is over

Goal: Become the strongest rapper in the universe!

Jin’s Real Charms

Strength: Positive

Weakness: Too positive

Secret Charisma: He can always live happily and freely

Hardest/Saddest Moment: Dancing

Happiest Moment: Eating

Goal: Buy a house!

Suga’s Real Charms

Strength: Ability to compose

Weakness: Lazy, doesn’t like cleaning up, hard to focus

Secret Charisma: Has a lot of beard/mustache (facial hairs)

Hardest/Saddest Moment: Dancing

Happiest Moment: Sleeping and composing

Goal: Become a great producer!

J-Hope’s Real Charms

Strength: Good at creating (positive, I’m guessing) atmosphere, amazing and dancing, real and humble

Weakness: Loves to hit V and Jimin, nagging

Secret Charisma: Smile

Hardest/Saddest Moment: Can’t sleep/insomnia

Happiest Moment: Performing in front of ARMYs

Goal: Make lots of money!

Jimin’s Real Charms

Strength: Self-confidence

Weakness: Too much self-confidence

Secret Charisma: Eye smile, firm thigh

Hardest/Saddest Moment: When he’s nervous and cannot do anything right

Happiest Moment: Eating

Goal: Fulfill all the goals he wrote down

V’s Real Charms

Strength: Can be friends with everyone, kind

Weakness: Always getting into trouble!

Secret Charisma: Cute/adorable but also cool/charming/handsome!

Hardest/Saddest Moment: Worrying about a lot of things

Happiest Moment: Being with Jimin and Jungkook

Goal: To never stop challenging himself and to always improve himself

Jungkook’s Real Charms

Strength: Muscles!

Weakness: Too much muscle, tries too hard

Secret Charisma: Actually a bad boy!

Hardest/Saddest Moment: When he cannot go to the gym and work out

Happiest Moment: Hitting V

Goal: Join the Iron Man Triathlon 


T/N: None of these translations are mine as I cannot understand Korean. All credit goes to  (twitter user) “givemekookies” whom I would like to thank for letting me use her content!

imagine

a simple “hey hoseok, show me a cool dance move!” resulting in a 20 minute mini solo concert by a pocket sized J-hope, dedicated just for you. 

It has been a while since Joker and Batman saved the city and now everything in Batman’s life is feeling bland. Once again he is suppressing confusing emotions and it will take something big for Batman to come to terms with how he actually feels about the Joker. Thank you for the song request and I took this a Lego Batman Route to celebrate the release of the movie today, and because the emotions fit so well. 

Follow the link if you would like to listen to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y-rZXl1KGU

Word Count: 1987

Rating: General Audiences (Nothing but fluff)

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