Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe) Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.
A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(
Summary:After all, he was her red rose, while she was just
another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.
“The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold
stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness
that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt,
love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the
rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her
when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.
I wanted to make a nice post for all you lovely kin dealing with some species dysphoria.
-Try making your room, or at least an area in your room, look like your habitat!
Forest dwellers could try painting trees on their walls or making hangable paper trees, get lots of potted plants, lots of leaf decorations, forest themed stuff, etc! You could also paint your walls brown, green, or grey to make it appear like a den. I suggest brown or green sheets and blankets!
Ocean dwellers could try painting their room blue, adding ocean themed decorations and things like that. Blue, purple, brown, green, and sheets should work nicely!
For all you space dwellers i suggest painting your room a dark shade of purple or blue, and getting a space projector! Black, blue, purple, pink, orange, and grey sheets are good, and lucky for you, there’s also plenty of galaxy themed bed sets!
Cave dwellers can paint their walls grey or brown, and grey, brown, green, or black sheets should work well! You could also try sewing pillows to look like big rocks! Potted mushrooms are a nice touch!
If you can’t paint or get new sheets, you should try making a den! Basically making a pillow fort in your room and decorating it appropriately helps a lot!
Nesting is also fantastic i sleep in a blanket nest and it’s very comfy.
-Now that you have a comfortable area:
-Try doing makeup that resembles your kintype (there are loads of tutorials on youtube)
-Try wearing clothes that resemble your kintype (orange shirts and black boots for foxes, big sweaters for bears, eye masks for raccoons, etc.)
-You can try not talking, or if you’re alone, making noises your kintype makes
-Make your kintype’s favorite food! (Meat and berries is fantastic coming from a bear therian, and most animal treats are edible to humans- things like birdseed, homemade dog treats, catnip, rodent yogurt drops, etc.)
-If your kintype eats insects go for it, just make sure they’re safe- i recommend store bought
-Watching videos of your kintype helps a bunch
okay, that’s about all i can think of, hope this helps!
Here’s a big post, about Lyna and Carissa’s development. When season 1 was nearly completely written, we had a request from our producers : “Add two new princesses for season 2, and have a 5-princesses gang from now on”.
Initially, the team was very reluctant : we knew we already had too many characters, therefore adding two more seemed a bad idea for the stories. Jean-Louis Vandestoc suggested that instead of a “5 princesses gang”, the two new princesses should be supportive characters : outside the main gang but always ready and willing to help when needed. That way, it would be easier to add them without upsetting the balance we created between Iris, Talia and Auriana.
That’s why Lyna and Carissa were created as part of a second team : Izira’s Resistance Princesses, and why they’re not part of all the episodes of season 2 or live with the other princesses. Jean-Louis’ inspiration for them was Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune : he wanted Lyna and Carissa to be strong and independant, like Izira was. We had however to keep them both around the same age as our three main princesses, so we made them younger, and more like “princesses in training” rather than “mature veteran princesses” (much to JL’s disappointment)
Now, the question remained : what would they look like ? We wanted Carissa to be a “
fiery and tomboy warrior princess”, and Lyna to be a “snooty and delicate mage princess”.
We also wanted an Asian princess, but didn’t know which one it would be…
And so we started to draw…
All along your reading of this post and its designs, I let you appreciate all the little details and differences here and there. You can see what made its way up to the end, what was rejected. Just be aware that it wasn’t a straight path. It never is.
1 - The First Researches
Finding new symbols became like a game for the whole production team, not only the artists. We all tried to suggest new cool symbols, and of course suggested a lot of very stupid and irrelevant ones. It was a good time. :)
As for the haircuts, we tried a lot as you can see. It’s probably one of the most important and distinctive feature of a magical princess, so we had to make a lot of tests.
Once we had these drawings, we made a few proposals to our producers & broadcasters, with combinations of magical and casual, and trying Lyna or Carissa as “the Asian princess”, one after each other.
2 - First Proposal
For each of the proposal below, we tried different outfits each time. We knew that none of our proposal would be accepted entirely as they were
: you always end up with a patchwork of a little of each, that you have to put together somehow. Like it or not, it’s part of the process it seems.
As for the color palettes, well… “Pink”, “Orange”, “Blue”, “Red”, “Green”, “Black” were already taken. There wasn’t much left for the main colors that could fit : “Purple” and “Teal” were chosen for Carissa and Lyna. Yellow was rejected, as we tested it earlier with Auriana and… well, it really didn’t worked for the main gang. Maybe for an outsider princess ? But not for Lyna nor Carissa.
With Carissa as Asian, Lyna was Caucasian and we felt too close of Iris, and not young enough. With Lyna as Asian we could put Carissa as an Irish type, and this combination was much more appealing for us ! Everyone agreed, up to a point : we were asked at this time that Carissa should not be a redhead, as Auriana was supposed to be the group’s “redhead”, and another one was… “not needed”. Carissa’s hair color would go from red/orange to brown at this time.
Much work was yet to be done though… We had a basic direction approved, but we needed to explore it more thoroughly and it was time for more advanced color test too.
As for “Lyna-Caucasian” type, we kept the design and used it as a base for a character of season 2 : Debra, from episode S02E15 “The Ruby of the Orient”. ;)
3 - Color Researches
Choosing the exact outfit was a very complicated task, perhaps more for the casual outfit than the magical one. Below are a lot of our tests…
4 - Selected
In the end, here is the combination that was selected :
… But it wasn’t still over.
In fact, it never is until some production manager forcefully takes your model sheet, put the final approval seal, and flee with it before you can stop him/her. In our case, it didn’t happen, so, here we go for the final adjustments :
For the princess form, we were good and convinced they were what we needed. But for the casual outfits and colors ? Not so much.
5 - Final Adjustments
In this first model sheet, we tried different colors on both our characters to make sure the 5-Girl line up would work. We tried again color we previously rejected. We even tried to make Carissa black again. Well, it helped us confirm a few things, but we still weren’t there. For Lyna especially, we felt her top needed to be reworked : the knit, with or without sleeves, etc. (Note : we tried a lighter color for her eyes while we were at it). And of course there is always, all along the process, the question “how hard will it be to animate ?”. I confess this wasn’t a priority for a lot of people, but we tried to never forget it nevertheless.
Ok, at this stage, we had found the final shape for Lyna. We only needed to confirm our colors… We tried to put Carissa as the Irish redhead we originally wanted… and surprise ! This time it worked ! And everyone was convinced we had found her too !
And finaly, after a few months of work and back and forth, we could go clean and color the final model :
6 - Final Model
It’s fun to note that, even on the final color test we had, none of them was “the good one” : it was a bit of one, and a bit of another, in order to have the final model. As it always is. ;)
Ok folks, this was the last post of the season. :)
I need my beauty-summer-vacation-sleep ! I’ll have a lot to prepare for September if I want to continue feeding you with model-sheets, development, backgrounds and stories of course… and I’m crazy late regarding the animatics and I want to fix this.
Have a nice summer everyone, and see you back in September !
Soulmate au where you can see the colors of your soulmate’s emotions
Fair warning this is about to become a Check Please post
-For most of the first year all Bitty saw of Jack’s emotion was ice blue. Bitty was sure that Jack hated him, but it was just hockey-hyper-focus shoving all the other emotions to the side. Later on Bitty learned that when the ice blue cracked with yellow and black, that was when Jack needed him most.
-Bitty had always been just a little too much for Jack. His pinks and yellows and oranges spread everywhere, over everyone on the team and everything he touched. Jack could swear he could pick one of Bittle’s pies out of a lineup just by the little lingering cloud of love around it. Jack could never imagine being so free with his emotions, and it scared him a little. It took him so long to let himself reach for Bitty, but once he did, Bitty could never think Jack hated him again, not with the way everything turned purple when Jack smiled at him. (I’m not saying that they spent most of the time on the Fourth of July watching each other instead of the fireworks, except I definitely am).
-Jack can always tell when something is bothering Bitty, because a small, thick cloud of red nerves will gather right over his heart. At this point Jack doesn’t even need to see Bitty to know, he can hear it in his voice over the phone.
-Ransom and Holster have a System. Their emotions are so in sync that when one of them’s sparking off gold happiness, the other one is too, before they even hear the good news. Part of the reason they’re so perfect together on the ice is because they wrote their own language with twists of emotions to mean anything as complicated as “Coming up on your right, pass to me, I’ll pass back and you shoot”.
-Shitty and Lardo are usually purple and yellow together, with red thrown in when Shitty’s on a rant. They don’t need to throw around a lot of emotion to get each other. Except when Shitty’s stoned. When Shitty’s stoned, Lardo refuses to use him as her beer pong partner because “Brah, your waves of admiration for my skills and general existence are way too distracting.”
-Chowder shoots off so many colors that Farmer is practically certain she’s not the only one who can see them. All you really need is to see his face. Sometimes this is hard for Farmer because there are too many colors covering Chowder’s face.
-Nursey has always had problems with his depression. He’s convinced himself that Dex can’t see his colors because he’s shoved them down so deep. Nursey sometimes pisses Dex off just so he can have some kind of emotion thrown his way.
-Dex really wishes Nursey would knock it off with the whole fake chill thing. Like maybe if Nursey would let one of his emotions out once in a while then they would STOP SPINNING TOO FAST FOR DEX TO INTERPRET THEM.
-Tango’s emotions usually show up in little bubbles. Mostly confusion. He’s almost always got at least six tiny pink bubbles of confusion surrounding him at any time. Whiskey thinks it’s pretty cute.
If you were wondering what it was like to be in that room when that pink flower curtain dropped and then Harry Fucking Styles is standing there smiling in a TEAL AND PURPLE PATTERNED GLITTER SPARKLE SUIT STRUMMING HIS GUITAR?????
I BENT IN TWO. PUT MY HEAD BETWEEN MY LEGS. AND SCREAMED ‘OH MY GOOOOOOOD’ THIS IS REAL. IT WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY THING MY BODY COULD DO.
Oh my god, I think I’m in love The way we stay up late and talk about dumb stuff
The Breakup You think you wanna be, you wanna be alone Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor It hits you in the chest, ‘bout how every day you’re alone Cause once you let it go, you better know it’s gone
All my friends keep saying that I’m way too good to you But my heart is so invested I don’t wanna face the truth I’m not happy and you know it and you still don’t even try Broken down, I’ve had enough If this is love, I don’t want it
It was magic on the first touch Turned tragic when I caught you coverin’ up Tell me how you put those tears in your eyes
Flowers On The Floor
Open up your head Wanna swim around that tumultuous brain The bones above my cheeks Are gonna break the skin if you try to walk away
And you need to know That nobody could take your place, your place And you need to know That I’m hella obsessed with your face, your face
The smell of you is way too much, not gonna put my heart through that I don’t know how much time we got, I don’t know how much to say
I know your heart hurts the most at 3 a.m I know he left before you could even know him
The sunset’s black and white, it didn’t used to be I remember when it was pink skies, just you and me
Please tell me why it’s easy at first But then it all breaks The more you love, the more it hurts
You could draw a line from the top to the ground I’m selfless drunk on you What more could I do
You are the best, please don’t ever change on me Cloud nine times nine my mind when I’m gone with you Pancakes, champagne, babe, can I stay? It’s almost 3
I’m always first to apologize I never know which you I’ll get Am I the only one who gives a shit?
Easier than this I’m guilty of living black and white Quick to let me know There’s so much more than what meets the eye
It Was Love
I wish I could go back To sneaking around at night And thinking we had our whole lives It was love I know you know that
Not everyone has access to different kinds of flowers or it is just hard for you to identify flowers that you just picked. So I decided to make this list, if you have any questions left, feel free to ask me!
Black flowers Though they can be
harder to get, black flowers have multiple magical uses. You can use
them as offerings for your deities or in spirit work. They also have
good protective attributes – I like to use them in warding and
flowers Because of history, white colours represent purity and
innocence as well as virginity, holiness and almightiness. So white
flowers can be perfectly used as offerings for your deities (if you
have any) or for spells that cover sacred parts of your life (for
exapmle family). White flowers could also be used for death and
Red flowers Similar to candle
colours, the colour red is mostly associated with love and passion.
Perfect for spells that regard your love life – self love spells,
love strengthening spells or for letting other people know how much
you love them. They could also be used for magic that regard
things you are passionate about: your job, a hobby or whatever comes
to your mind. A general rule is: the darker the red, the more
intense are the feelings.
flowers These flowers have quite the same traits as yellow
flowers. They represent energy, optimism and warmth.
flowers So, yellow flowers. They represent happiness, vitality and
strength. I like to use them in magic that´s supposed to convey
comfort and hope – for myself or others. On the other side
yellow flowers represent envy and grudge. They are perfect for curses
as well as repelling jealousy. Green
flowers New beginnings, hope and life – these are the main
correspondences of green flowers. If you move into a new place,
consider getting some green flowers. Furthermore, you could use
them to celebrate life.
Blue flowers In general, blue
flowers represent royalty. Blue flowers are perfect for
glamours! Darker blues represent loyalty and reliability. Together
with red flowers they could totally be used for love strengthening
Pink flowers Pink flowers are soft flowers. They
are perfect if you do magic for children and other tender people.
They can also be used in spells regarding self love as well as in
glamours. But don´t underestimate these flowers – they can be just
as powerfull as other flowers.
Purple flowers Everything mystic.
Purple flowers symbolise extraordinary and unique feelings. They can
be used in spells regarding your magic – divination, astral
travelling or contacting spirits. You do not have to make a whole
spell: placing a bunch of purple flowers close to you while reading
the cards, runes or asking your pendulum or whatnot should enhance
✥ pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi ✥ genre:angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au) ✥ word count:3.327 ✥ warnings:none ✥ author’s note:Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx
Saudade; ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost
The sky was a painting tonight.
You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.
Art is an entity of its own.
Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.
You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.
You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.
You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.
It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.
You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.
You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?
Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.
The night held so many mysteries.
You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.
You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.
Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.
You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.
“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.
You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.
Jungkook’s amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.
“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.
His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.
You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”
He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.
“Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”
“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”
“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”
“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”
“Then show me,” Jungkook said.
You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly
“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”
He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.
You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.
“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.
You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.
The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.
The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.
“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”
“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”
You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”
You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.
“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.
Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“
“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”
“You should do what you feel is right.”
You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.
“What do you think is right?”
“It doesn’t matt—“
“What do you think is right?”
You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”
“With all my heart.“
“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”
Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”
You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.
Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”
“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.
“Y/N, please don’t—“
Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.
“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.
“Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. Itold you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.
“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.
“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.
You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.
Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.
You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — wouldnever return the love I shared with you.”
“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.
Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”
Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.
“Y/N, please. Let me go.”
“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”
“There isn’t anything to talk about.”
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”
Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.
“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.
“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.
A/N: I know I say this every single time I write someone new, but he was hard to pin down! I definitely went off the live action version, as I felt he had this vulnerable, sweet side to him that appeared once in a while. IDK. Part two isn’t written yet, but I’ll get there. In the meantime, enjoy
There was a place near the western end of the village where you could see the sunset perfectly. A place where the houses and shops petered off and there was nothing but a deep, green valley with purple, snow capped mountains in the distance. From there, I could watch as the sky turned a miraculous shade of dusty pink and the sun sank lower and lower beneath the horizon. Stars would then slowly emerge to replace its light. I never got tired of watching. Some people would scoff and say, ‘once you’ve seen one sunset, you’ve seen them all’. But that wasn’t true at all. Each one was different. Maybe only subtly so, but still. The colors were never quite the same. Which maybe explained why I was having such a hard time capturing it in paint or chalk.
Prompt: Phil has a kink got fem boys, asks Danny to wear a skirt. You take it from there?
//Descriptive dirty talk?
//Over stim hc ohmygod please
Warning!! Smut; Over stim, Dirty talk, rough sex, descriptive ass dirty talk though, grinding, teasing, dan in a skirt sorry not sorry, Daddy! Phil, slutty! Dan, Dan in thigh highs, etc etc.
~Phil liked feminine boys, which led him off impulse to buy something’s for dan. He wouldn’t ever force Dan to do something he didn’t want to do, but he did want to at the very least, request it. Because Dan was a pretty guy, feminine in face, body, structure, physique in general, in every general regard. All while still maintaining a masculine representation as well.
~Dan wasn’t afraid to do anything really. He was a good sub, and the list of things he wouldn’t do to please his daddy was very, very short. He had done so many things for him..public sex, humiliation, Skype sex, showing himself to strangers (that was a good night), etcetera etcetera.
~Phil was pretty aware of all of this as well. He kept that in mind when debating on how to bring it up to dan. All he particularly wanted was his baby in a skirt, maybe some thigh highs and panties, garters even…the thought alone was enough to cause discomfort in his skinny jeans.
~Phil was normally not shy about things. Blatant, out going, funny, unafraid. But sometimes, anxiety hit like a wave. Like now.
~Phil sat on the couch with dan, his hand on his thigh, thumb moving back and forth as he looked over dan. He was sat up, boxers pushed up to where most of his pale thighs were exposed. Pink and purple marks faded from weeks passed were still slightly visible on his skin.
~Phil bit his lip, his hand gently squeezing Dans thigh as he kept thinking. His shirt was big, about eight sizes too big and making him look adorable. His hair was a mess, day old hair spray and clips stuck in it trying to keep it out of his face. The bags under his eyes deep from sleepless nights of anime, but somehow adding charisma to his facial features. Phil had no idea if dan could get anymore perfect…well. Maybe he could.
~Dan noticed Phil was quiet, not as talkative. He shrugged it off and leaned on him, his head resting on his thigh gently, looking up at him. He nuzzled his thigh, hearing Phil’s breathing change a little. He looked up at him, his eyes gazing across his bulge and smiling small. “Daddy…how’d this happen?” He coped sweetly, his words innocent but his tone deliciously lustful.
~Phil shrugged, looking at him. “Just…woke up with it I guess.” He chewed his lip and dan chuckled gently. “You were gone when I woke up, and I know that wasn’t there when you got home.” Dan purred, going into the first stage of his submissive self; teasing.
~Phil shifted himself gently, looking at dan and kissing his forehead. “Just got turned on my love.” He tried to pass it off as general thoughts, but he was 29, and random erections hadn’t happened for him since he was 12, so naturally? Dan wasn’t buying it.
~Dan grinned and sat up, moving into his lap and looking at Phil, pushing his hair back as he teased and attempted to look as sultry and tempting as possible. He was succeeding.
~Dan kissed his jawline gently, his eyes flicking up at him occasionally as he nipped the porcelain skin of his throat. “I don’t believe you, daddy.” He whispered, his breath hot against Phil’s skin.
~Phil leaned into the kisses, his head lolling along Dan’s gentle touches. “Fuck..” He muttered, low. “I bought you something to try on.” He said, gripping at Dan’s hips loosely, gaining his dominant composure.
~Dan grinned, pulling away and tracing his lips along the side of his jaw as he did, rolling his hips once and letting a soft, whimper of a noise fall from his lips. “What’d you buy me, daddy?” He breathed, the grip on his hips tightening.
~Phil rolled his hips in response, looking his lover in the eyes and watching the mixture of lust, excitement and love flicker through Dan’s eyes. “It’s in a box in your dresser, try it on for me?” He requested. “Take your time..there’s a toy in there I want you fit with too.” He said, keeping his voice low and raw, knowing it turned Dan on.
~Dan nodded and stood up, looking at Phil and going off to the room quickly, not wasting any time.
~Phil leaned back and rested a hand on his own thigh, one hand on his chest as he breathed deeply, recovering from the scene. Dan was always kinky, seductive, teasing, sexy, and more. But today, there was a whole knew feel to it. And something about it turned him on even more.
~A few minutes passed, maybe 10, before Phil heard their bedroom door open.
~Dan came into the living room, tossing a small remote to Phil and smiling innocently.
~Phil was taken aback by the sight, of at all possible, feeling himself grow even harder than before. “Holy fuck..” he mumbled under his breath.
~Dan was stood in dark black thigh highs, ripped lace down the sides and little pink bows on the side, a short, short black skirt with the same fabric and lace, but more sewn and nice, for class. On his upper thigh was a black clasp, holding up the thigh highs from one side, hooking on either side. On his left thigh the hook was held by a silver heart. His stomach was flat, stomach having been getting more toned. From his ribs up was a big cut off sweater, going with the whole ripped theme.
~Dan did a small twirl, his skirt lifting enough to show he wasn’t wearing any form of underwear what so ever underneath his outfit.
~Phil motioned to Dan, showing him he wanted him to come closer and Dan got the hint, walking closer to him slowly and looking at him with wide eyed innocence.
~Phil reached forward, gripping his ass from under the skirt and pulling him onto his lap, kissing him firmly, unable to resist.
~Dan moaned a little loudly, kissing back and desperately trying to keep pace with Phil’s rough, fast kisses. “D-daddy.” He whimpered out, their lips separating for quick breaths every now and again before latching back together for heavy kissing.
~Phil had a firm grip on his ass, the skin soft and plump, perfect for grabbing a handful of. “Gotta grab what’s mine.” He breathed between kisses, trying to speak fluid sentences but refusing to part from his partner for more than a few brief seconds.
~Dan moaned softly, nodding and gasping, resting against his forehead for a moment before Phil had him pulled back in for a warm, open mouth, and sensual kiss.
~Phil pulled away, the remote still in hand as he clicked blindly at the buttons. He listened, Dan gasping for breath loudly, the sudden stimulation shocking him. “Fuck!” He shouted and felt a firm hand strike his ass, his body desperately jolting forward for friction against Phil as the small toy massaged into his spot.
~Phil growled a little at his swear, nipping his cheek gently. “No swearing.” He said and dan nodded, audibly gulping as he tried to keep his composure in the situation.
~Dan was snapping his hips forward, hands firmly planted against Phil’s chest as he tried to get friction from the man overpowering him. “Daddy please..” He whimpered. “Turn it up.”
~Phil smirked, the grinding causing warmth in his stomach, knots in his lower abdomen with need, but he was enjoying the sight and the pain to much to stop it. “Is my baby being a slut again?” He questioned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the pleasure he laid back against the couch and gripped Dan’s hip gently, his other arm going behind his head as he started to talk.
~Phil groaned, his voice almost failing him. “Want me to turn it up?” He asked, groaning lowly and looking at Dan, his face desperate and his body moving against him forcefully, trying to get as much pleasure as he good. “Such a fucking whore you know that dan? You’re such a slut.” He growled, knowing how much dan loved this from the loud whine he let out.
~Dan nodded. “Yes daddy. Tell me. Tell me how much of a whore I am.” He practically begged, feeling a hand firmly smack his ass again. “Sorry daddy.” He apologized and continued his movements, gasping and whining needily.
~Phil smirked and nodded, moving harder against him, rutting his hips hard into him. “Remembered the other night?” He asked and watched dan nod weakly as he turned up the vibrations, hearing his noises increase in volume. “When you played with yourself for an audience? Entertaining everyone like a good little bitch…showing everyone how your pretty hole stretched for almost any size cock, letting everyone there hear your whiny bitch noises, when you moan and scream for someone to fuck you, fuck your mouth, fuck your hole, even two cocks. Such a needy slut. Fucking cunt.” He said and hit him once more. “Showing everyone what I own. Showing everyone my property. Letting other people use you like the good fuck toy you are.”
~Dan was getting needy, knowing Phil was working him up with no release for himself and wondering why. He put it off when the toy was set to the highest setting, almost painful as it buzzed against his prostate. “Please…take it out. I want you so bad.” He cried out and Phil shook his head, biting his lip hard and sliding his hand up and down Dan’s side slowly. “Enjoying the view.”
~Dan whined and looked at him. “But…m'getting all the pleasure…” He managed out, his voice almost dry and gone from the amount of noise he was making.
~Phil shook his head. “Shut up.” He sat. “You don’t get to tell me things like that. I say I’m enjoying the show my toy is putting on. You’re just a fuck toy, to be used and tossed away. I’m letting you have fun. I don’t have to let my toy play.” He said and dan gasped. “No daddy please I wanna keep going!” He cried softly and Phil smirked, moving his hands under his thighs and lifting him up. “Damn right.” He smirked, starting to carry the moaning man towards their room.
~Phil practically threw him on the bed, seeing dan arch his back, his ribs faintly showing, his legs spread, the toy poking out of him and his cock red and raw from the frictionless grinding. “Please..” Dan got out.
~Phil smirked, instantly pulling off his shirt and starting to undo his belt buckle as he dived into the bed, between Dans legs, kissing him roughly once more.
~Phil shuffled out of his jeans quickly, discarding them to the floor and starting to grind into Dan again, his hands moving under the skirt and pulling out the still going toy, turning it off with the remote before tossing it to the side. In a swift movement, he grabbed Dan’s wrists and pinned them above his head.
~Dan whimpered, everything was getting to be so much, the pressure in his stomach building up. He moaned loudly, arching his back and coming untouched, his cock twitching as Phil moved his hips languidly against him and helped him ride out his orgasm.
~Dan whimpered again, looking up at Phil as he choked at the air for breath. “Please…daddy can I break? M so tired…” he painted and Phil smirked, stroking his cheek. “You’re so cute…you know that won’t happen.” He said, leaning down. “You know the safe word.” He whispered, just in case dan was serious.
~Dan smiled to himself, secretly happy Phil was going to use him after he came, nodding and leaning his head to the side as his legs were spread, Phil moving him around against his own actions, looking over him.
~Phil reached over and grabbed the lube, knowing dan was stretched otherwise the toy would have taken longer to get in earlier. He got off his boxers and poured a heavy amount into his palm, stroking over himself and moaning a little, leaning down, his arm by Dan’s head as he jerked himself off for a bit, enjoying the sensation of touch after so long, before remembering he had his toy.
~Phil positioned at Dan’s hole, feeling him clench and unclench out of want as Phil started to push in, moaning low, lustfully at the tight heat.
~Dan whined, sensitive and over stimulated from the pounding against his spot, over and over again without fail, hitting straight on causing him to moan constant streams of obscenities and chants of ‘daddy daddy!’ on loop.
~Phil was going hard, the head board slamming against the wall hard enough the whole floor could hear it. His hips snapped against Dan’s, moving in and out quickly, roughly slamming into his prostate.
~Dan screamed loudly, his length twitching and giving him yet another orgasm, his stomach hot and covered in his own cum. “Daddy..please. It hurts so good.” He whimpered and Phil just grinned, making an effort to go in impossibly harder, listening to Dans moans turn to screams, shouts of pain and pleasure filling their flat as he was roughly fucked into.
~Phil moved his hand under his skirt, stroking him to full length again. “Can’t! Daddy I can’t!” Dan sobbed, tears slipping from his eyes as he was roughly fucked into.
~Phil narrowed his eyes and leaned down, nipping his neck again. “You’re coming again slut. You always ask to, and I say every time toys don’t cum. Well. Today. I’m gonna make you cum until you don’t want to anymore.” He growled and again Dan shouted.
~Phil leaned down, his forehead resting on Dan’s shoulders as he fucked him, the tightness almost uncomfortable, the noises deafening and everything going numb as he drew closer to his orgasm, feeling Dan cum into his fist as he stoked over him, milking him for everything her had as he rode it out.
~Phil felt everything go completely numb except for the burning sensation at the tip of his cock, coming hard and deep inside of his lover, firmly thrusting into him and biting into his shoulder as he did, resisting the urge to shout.
~He rode out his orgasm, slowing down and collapsing all his weight on dan, gasping and panting.
~A few hours passed, Dan snoring on his chest. Phil really was the luckiest man on earth.
A/N: I wrote this on my phone off impulse. It’s 2.4 k. Tbh, I wanna fuck someone now. I listened to Often by The Weeknd for two hours straight writing this. That’s Ashton’s fault.
Today I went with my Mam into the Black Mountains, which are a real life mountain chain in Wales and not a fantasy novel setting. She needed to double check which mountain is which colour, because that’s what happens with Welsh mountains and she’s doing a painting at the minute. (Turns out, she had the purple mountain and the lobster pink/orange mountain the wrong way around. Good job we caught it. That would have been embarrassing. She had the greens in the right places, though.)
Anyway, this involved climbing halfway up the mountain above Llanthony and then stopping for a while so she could do a preliminary watercolour, so she said I could do what I wanted in the meantime. So naturally I climbed all the way up the damn mountain I mean honestly Tumblrs what would you have done. It’s lush up there. You can see England one way and Wales the other. England is hella flat. I always forget. Wales is just mountains from there. That’s all it is. Mostly purple.
Also there were interesting plants since it was an upland peat bog and anyway I took longer than I meant to before reflecting that I should probably go back down and return to my mother. But I miss-judged? A bit? So she immediately thought I’d probably fallen off the mountain and broken my other leg.
And thus it was, Tumblrs, that as I started vaguely ambling back towards the path down, I suddenly heard my name.
Now, I don’t know how many of you have spent time in mountains? But the acoustics are weird, so you can’t tell where sounds are coming from, and that’s why it took about half a minute of looking around as someone shouted “"Elanor!” repeatedly, until they shouted “Look up!”
In my defence, when on top of a mountain, looking up is not that intuitive. But, in this case, it was the right answer. There was a hang glider above me.
“"Your Mam wants to know if you’re okay?” the hang glider asked.
“"Um,” I called back. “Yes?”
“"Okay,” the hang glider called, and it wheeled away over the mountain side.
“"She’s fine!” I heard distantly.
I have no clue how my mother managed to flag down a passing hang glider, but there we are.
[A/N: okay, so, this part has a bit of information, and I was originally going to write more, but I decided that it could wait until the next part, or the part after that. I’m not sure yet. Also, the name of the fic might be changing, because from now on it doesn’t really involve his insecurities, while it does, it doesn’t at the same time? Idk, I’ll decide later.]
While the team was waiting for
Pidge to find Lance’s coordinates, Lance was busy. He knew he couldn’t go back
to Earth – of course he couldn’t, that would lead the Galra right to his and
everyone else’s family. So instead, he found a planet and landed there to
figure out what he was going to do next.
Lance thought for a long time – at
least, it felt like it. He thought about what he could do, and was slowly
formulating a plan… he could start – a knock on his pod interrupted his train
of thought. He looked, his eyes wide and startled – he hadn’t realized that
this planet had occupants. He stepped out of the pod, bayard by his side to
make sure he had protection if the alien species was hostile. “I apologize for
intruding on your home, but I should be able to leave in a few hours,” he said
politely, recognizing the stranger as an authority figure.
The native smiled at Lance, “There
is no need for that,” his voice resonated inside his mind rather than being
spoken. “I am Keivent Chilphank, and you are on Chyrrep,” the voice said into
his mind. The Chyrrep had pale blue skin, a human shaped body, though the hands
had four fingers rather than five, his face had markings that reminded Lance of
vertigo, they were a dark purple and covered his eyes like a mask, and his
mouth. His eyes were grey – no pupil, or iris – and seemed to glow softly. The
alien had dark hair, and a feline tail that seemed to hold no purpose – though,
Lance wouldn’t know. “All are welcome here, as we are a peaceful species, we
judge none for what they have done, all is forgiven here.” It was as if the
alien knew exactly what Lance was feeling, but the words only made him more
distrustful – he had been hypnotized once, he didn’t want to be again. “I
understand your distrustfulness,” was the alien in his mind?
“How do you know what I’m
thinking?” Lance asked, his guard still up.
“I do not,” Keivent assured, “the Chyrrepa
are a very emotional and mind-centered species. We sense emotions from
everyone, which makes it impossible for others to lie to us.”
Lance allowed himself to think
about it – it makes sense, he reasoned. “Okay…” he said, unsure if he should
trust this stranger. What other choice did he have, though?
“Will you come with me? The Queen
would like to see you,” Keivent told him, which only made Lance’s guard raise
again. The last time he followed a strange alien to their queen, he had ended
up hypnotized. “If you’re unsure, I can come back in a varga so you may think
Lance nodded to the second option,
“Please,” he added, to be polite.
It didn’t take a varga to figure
out that Lance would go see the Queen – not because he was kidnapped, but
because what else could he do while he waited to figure out what to do until
the war was over? So, when Keivent returned, Lance agreed to go with him to
meet the Queen.
When they approached her, Lance
bowed respectfully. “You may rise,” he heard the Queen murmur through his
thoughts, so he did. “What is your name, traveler?”
“Lance, ma’am,” his voice was
abrupt when he spoke, the silence around them wasn’t unpleasant, but his voice
sliced through it like butter. How the Chyrrepaa communicated was strange – not
through voice, but through the mind. He remembered not being able to get used
to it for many weeks.
“I am Queen Elexaba,” the Queen
spoke, “You may call me Elexaba,” she gestured to a male to her right, “This is
my partner, the Prince, Hezrin,” the way she introduced her husband, it reminded
Lance of the English royal families – there was always a Queen, but not always
a King. There was only a King if the King was the royal one, and the Queen was
married into the family. If a Queen was the royal one, her partner would be
referred to as ‘Prince.’
“Pleasure to meet you,” Lance
said, bowing to her and her husband. “I apologize for coming unannounced, I can
be gone whenever you’d like,” he offered, not wanting to impose on the planet.
The Queen smiled kindly at the boy
at her feet, “Do not worry, Lance,” her voice echoed through his mind, “You are
not a bother.”
And thus, began a great friendship
between the ex-Blue Paladin of Voltron and the Chyrrepa. Lance stayed on
Chyrrep for many reasons – he learned about their culture, he was slowly
learning how to communicate with them via his mind, and it seemed that their
ability to sense everyone’s aura, as Lance decided to call it, was rubbing off
on him? Kind of… He had been with the Chyrrep for roughly a week and a half
when he noticed it, a sort of fog around the Chyrrepa bodies, changing colors
and shapes depending on their moods. Lance didn’t feel the need to lie to them,
and they didn’t see the need to lie to him.
Lance was there for a few days,
becoming closer and closer to them until he began feeling guilt eat away at him
for not telling them that he was once the Blue Paladin. He decided to tell
Keivent first, being the closest to him than the others he had met – Javehn and
Jroeni, twins, and then Gizmak.
“Keiv?” Lance asked, turning to
his new friend. The alien turned and smiled at the human boy. He could see that
whatever Lance was about to say was going to be important – he was practicing
talking to them via his mind hard, and because he was speaking, Keivent could
only assume that this was important. He could see a greyish green haze around
him – guilt and worry, and hoped that Lance was going to tell him whatever was
on his chest.
“I need to tell you something,”
Lance said, fidgeting nervously in his spot on the grass next to Keivent. They
had decided to go out and stargaze because Lance wanted Keivent to teach him of
the different constellations that their night sky had – which in and of itself
was odd. Instead of a dark bluish black, the sky was a dark purple with hints
of pink and red. He brought himself back to the moment, remembering that he was
about to tell Keivent something. “I used to be the Blue Paladin.”
Keivent smiled at the Earthling, “I
know,” he said, surprising Lance once again. His voice, err, thoughts, had gone
softer, though. “I recognize the pod as one from the Castle of Lions. It is required
of our younglings to learn of the Paladins of Voltron – we find out even if we
are in a remote part of the galaxy. The Paladins of Voltron are very important
to every free person. May I ask why you say ‘used’ to be?”
Lance swallowed thickly, and
turned his gaze to the twinkling stars above them. “I thought I was doing great
– I used to slack off a lot, but my friend Keith reminded me of all the reasons
I had doubts when we first began this journey to save the universe. Then I
wanted to get better, and I thought I was doing better, but he shot me down,
hit me in all of my doubts – he used to help me through them, but he had been
stressed, so I know that it was just stress, but he’s right,” Lance was getting hysterical, his breathing began to get
labored as he remembered the confrontation, but he pushed on, wanting to get it
all out there before he regretted opening up to this near-stranger. “He said he
didn’t know if I was cut out to be a Paladin of Voltron, and I know he’s right
because honestly, I’m just a kid from Earth that wants to go home, but now I
can’t, and I don’t want to because I still want to help, but the only way I
know how is through Voltron,” in the pause he took to take a breath, Keivent
“Slow down, Lance,” Keivent’s
voice hushed through his mind, trying to calm him with a soothing voice. “Whatever
he told you wasn’t true, no matter what you may think,” the haze around Lance
was a mess of colors – purple, blue, yellow, green – colors that even alone
would be concerning. “What if you created your own resistance force? I’m sure
there are those out there who want to fight, but cannot because their species
lacks the technology, or the willpower. Find them, and form your own
Lance took deep breaths while
listening to Keivent speak – he had been thinking about it, honestly. It would
be better than doing nothing, and then he could choose how he fought – probably
still with his bayard… but at least not be torn down for messing up because he
would be in charge. He looked at Keivent, “That, actually, sounds like a great
idea…” he said, this time without speaking. Once he was calm, Keivent noticed
the haze shift to its usual grey-blue.