the view from my seat

flames (m)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

❝you have always been my everything.❞
→ park chanyeol
→ in where he has superpowers, and you are one of the very few people who know (a collaborative series with @soowritings)

Quick pants of breath replaced the sound of the movie that played on the background, long forgotten as the night continued on in a form of a much more pleasurable excitement.

Chanyeol’s hands found their place on your hip, while the other slid up from your hip to your chest to your cheek, holding your jaw and pulling you closer towards him as he kissed you roughly, passion emitting from the way his lips moved against yours.

You were straddling him, sitting on his lap while both of your legs stayed on either of Chanyeol’s side. Beneath you, his desperate want was caressing you, making you shiver at the small satisfaction and push your hips towards him, enjoying the friction made.

Although he really wanted to, Chanyeol contained his moans in fear that people would find out the naughty act you both were starring on. What meant to be a movie date turned into something much more intimate than planned out. It started the moment you felt his warm hands crawling up your thighs, lightly pinching the inside of it when it got closer and closer to your core. You couldn’t let him have fun without you, so you took the risk and placed your hand right about him, palming it through his shorts. Though the both of you seemed to tense, there were no regrets in picking the seats at the very back of the cinema, hiding your sinful touches and soft whimpers from the audience.

“You’re amazing,” Chanyeol said in breathy voice, the deep tone of his voice sounding much more sexier than it usually was. A smirk played on your lips as you kissed him, your hands gripping onto his bicep and neck, feeling the muscle beneath his skin and the warmth radiating from it. He groaned into your lips when you grinded your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of bliss.

Before you say anything, you pulled away from him, taking into sight his swollen lips and his messy hair with the help of vibrant lights coming from the screen as the movie played. You were out of breath, but not just by losing yourself in Chanyeol’s lips but by also in the way he looked at you as you sat on his lap, hands now on his shoulders to find balance, your hair equally as messy as his and lips probably more swollen than his when he softly took them between his teeth, biting your lips gently before swiping his tongue over them.

Short and almost inaudible moans may have escaped your lips just at the sight of him, it only hit you now that the popular hot business major who was more of a cutie was now yours and more specifically, beneath you, breathless as you continued pushing your hips against him, your core feeling his hard want. His head rolled back, his neck resting at the very top of the chair, eyes closed as the pleasure took over his tall frame. “Only for you, baby,” you whispered into his ears, nibbling on the lobes of his ear, licking them softly before leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his neck. You sucked the skin of neck, calling out the hot blood that ran in his veins.

The moans and whimpers did leave your lips. His hands were working on you, one on your breast, massaging it beneath your shirt and bra, taking your nipple between his two fingers and pinching it, while the other has resting on your thigh, his thumb caressing your inner thigh, slowly finding their way to your front, rubbing against the sensitive area, pushing your euphoria further into its limit.

His name left with every moan, whimper, and groan that seeped from your mouth, and you could tell he liked it as his own lips spilled out your name in a growl, his deep voice now heavily raspy.

You were too lost at the moment, you didn’t realize that heat coming from his hands, his neck, and his body. Maybe it was just the immense exhilaration you’ve created in a heist to orgasm, that beautiful white hot bliss.

It never occurred, not even when your shirt was no longer on your body, its material nonexistent as you continued to please yourselves. The thought only hit you when Chanyeol’s warm hands were against your skin, the heat from his hand radiating to your cold body.

“Chanyeol,” you said, confusion mixed into your lust filled voice, “where did my shirt go?” Chanyeol’s trail of kisses abruptly stopped, however, his hands remained on your waist, warm and comforting despite the lack of coverage from the unknowing audience.

Chanyeol muttered curses beneath his breath, his hands now on his lips, his fingers playing against each other as he bit his lip in concentration. He was very conflicted for some reason. All that has happened was your shirt getting lost… for no reason at all… except one. “Chanyeol?” His name came out like a question, wondering if he was still sane and still had his wits to answer.

His eyes darted across the cinema, looking like he was searching the area for any signs of danger before placing his attention towards you. In his eyes, a deep fire flashed behind those deep brown colors, pulling you into a trance as you stared at it, slowly leaning towards him, your lips attracted to his and the warmth he provided. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” You sounded like you didn’t know what was happening like as if you’ve never noticed this type of thing before, but Chanyeol was wrong. “I know you’re not like me,” you told him, sitting on his lap diligently like a kid, explaining to him how he was such an idiot that he could keep his powers hidden to you.

“Chanyeol, you always leave burnt handprints on our mattress after every time we do it, and you always also seem to be too warm even at the coldest places. Like please explain to me how on earth were you so warm when we were at the ice skating rink after your Economics lecture yesterday. I know you have powers, Chanyeol. Although it defies each law of our universe, I will accept you as a person with a heart, mind, and soul. I just wish you were open and honest to me about it.”

Somehow, your hand ended up in Chanyeol’s, seeking warmth in the comfort of his hidden flame within him. The only response you received from him was a steamy kiss, almost returning you back to your original intentions as the back of a theatre. “You’re so fucking amazing, Y/N,” he said, smiling as he pulled away from your lips.

“I’m not sure how the hell you’re taking this so well, but damn, I’ll take it. If only I wasn’t so afraid of revelation, I would have told you everything.” The fire within his eyes reflected a sad and mellow color of blue, his hands slowly losing their heat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you about this absurd talent of mine, and it’s not just me who has these special talents. The othe-”

You butted into his statement, “Oh, is that why the room always seems brighter whenever Baekhyun laughs?”

Chanyeol let out a small giggle, unable to comprehend your calmness despite the insane topic of unreal supernatural powers given to him and the rest at birth. You joined him as you’ve realized every weird event with him and his friends were all connected to their own unique powers. You laughed even more when you’ve realized one thing.

You were shirtless, your bra exposed to the curious eyes of the world or more specifically, the audience as the credits rolled on the screen. Chanyeol caught up to the idea without you having to say anything, his eyes once again lost in concentration. The next thing you know, a big comfy shirt was on your body, and your hands could feel the hard lines of Chanyeol’s abs.

“Well, I can’t let others think that my girl is open for viewing,” Chanyeol said, raising from his seat as he held onto you, making sure your feet were firmly on the ground before releasing you from his strong hold.

The people’s eyes were now turned towards Chanyeol and his toned body. Each muscle was mesmerizing as his movements made them flex before your eyes… and the audience’s.

The familiar overprotective feeling of yours resurfaced, and you tried to cover him by placing your back directly against his, making sure it remained that way until you’ve reached his car which thankfully wasn’t far.

This time, the heat surging through your body was of anger and was your own, created by jealousy and anger at the selfish eyes of young women in the crowd. You slapped Chanyeol’s thigh as soon as he sat down on the driver’s seat. “Idiot! Next time you’re thinking about doing that, you better think again. You also have to learn how to have better control over your powers. I can’t go topless every time you get horny, Chanyeol!” You scolded him, although your cheeks were burning out of embarrassment. Chanyeol merely chuckled, his deep voice awakening your lust to complete your unfinished business.

“Okay, baby, but first,” his hand traced your thigh’s skin, lighting fires within you as its warmth drew closer and closer towards your core, your breaths started to sound like whimpers, your hand squeezed his shoulder beside you while the other held onto the soft cushion of the car seat, Chanyeol’s eyes burned with a red hot flame, and an all too familiar smirk appeared on his lips, “let’s finish something we’ve already started.”

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader

Oh man this took so long to write haha! I’m pretty proud of this one I hope everyone enjoys it! And if you do please send me some messages I love hearing from you guys! It makes me super happy and motivated to write! Part 2 will come shortly :)

Was I mad? Not really. Deep down no one makes people like us do anything.

Today was the day my parents, also known as the King and Queen of Goguryeo, sent me away to Silla. Their plans were to marry me off to the faceless King of Silla but regardless of their intentions I knew that in the end if I were to say no my wishes would be made. So I took this opportunity as a get away from the palace and have an amazing adventure with my closest keeper, Seok Hyeon. But we shall call him Seyeo for short!

“Are you seriously wearing that?” The annoying voice I hear too much on the daily basis rings out. “Seyeo, you’re annoying.” “And you only ever wear black. You aren’t attending a funeral, you will be meeting your potential suitor.” I roll my eyes, “Of course I know that, why else would mom give me this huge stack of etiquette scrolls?” I ask gesturing towards the enormous pile dominating the corner of my room. “Maybe to fix your manliness.” I cross my arms with a raised brow at him, “I will have your head.” “There you go again with your empty threats, hurry we need to leave soon Princess (Y/n).” “Understood, and don’t call me that. You know I hate it,” I sigh strapping a sword onto my hip while passing an identical one to Seyeo. “Her majesty won’t let you carry both swords?” He laughs strapping it beside his own sword, “Nope, apparently dual wielding would scare away the potential men.” Seyeo barks out the loudest laugh and I found myself joining along with him just as loud. We walked out of the palace to see a large group of men and a carriage set up for my long trip to Silla and I shook my head. I turned around to see my parents standing off on the side a waiting to say their parting words with me. “The trip to Silla is a long one, take care (Y/n),” father pats my head affectionately before my mother embraces me and chimes in a “Remember to behave!” I nod with a smile, “I will return soon, make sure to take care of my people while I am away.” “(Y/n) that’s no way to talk to your parents, you talk as if you are already in charge of Goguryeo! But yes they will be in good hands,” mother sighs but I didn’t miss the small smile that graces her features at my assertiveness. “I love you, and I won’t be taking anyone with me besides Seok Hyeon,” I say before bowing and walking towards Seyeo who stood beside two horses. I gently caress the soft cheeks of my onyx hair coat horse before jumping onto his back to set off to the Kingdom of Silla, but not before looking back and smiling at my parents and all the dumbfounded knights of the palace who were supposed to assist me on my adventure.

The ride to the capital of Silla was not quiet. I’m not sure if mother gave an order to Seyeo but he tested me on mannerisms throughout the entire ride. “Before eating what do you say?” I sigh closing my eyes, “I don’t have plans marrying that stuck up King. He doesn’t even care enough to show his face to his people! I would never wish to marry someone like that. Besides he might be a really gross old man!” I dramatically fake gag causing Seyeo to laugh. “He shouldn’t be too much older than you (Y/n). And try to hold that tongue of yours when we enter Silla,” he says casually but I could hear the warning in his tone. I ignored his comment and shortly the view of the tall stonewalls of the capital came into view.


The gates open as we approached. Whispers and chattering filled up the streets as we continued our way towards the palace. I only stopped when I saw a rice cake vendor amidst the crowd of people. “Seyeo! Rice cake!” I exclaim looking up at him beside me and he shook his head, “I’ll get some for you later, look ahead the other Princess is here already. We should head to the palace immediately.” I follow his line of vision and I see an elegant carriage being carried on the shoulders of a bunch of middle aged men, how distasteful I thought. “I want four,” I say which Seyeo nods to and I followed his suggestion obediently. We approached the palace while tailing the carriage. The Princess gets out and walked towards the guards who automatically opened the gate for her. Following her actions I hop off my horse and tied the reign onto Seyeo’s horse and made my way towards the gatekeeper. “State your business.” I raise my brow confused, “I’m (Y/n).” He gives me a blank look and I accidently scoffed, I embarrassedly cleared my throat trying to pass that rude action as a cough and I smiled, “I’m Princess (Y/n) of Goguryeo.” He curtly bows, “My apologies, you may enter. However your guard must stay here.” “Okay!” I smile and waved at Seyeo who stood beside our horses, before he could open his mouth to protest I gave him the thumbs up and scooted backwards into the now open gates, “You can go get me my rice cakes while you wait!”

I sucked in a deep breath preparing myself to be on my best behaviour. I couldn’t embarrass my kingdom, but all hopes ceased to be useless as I met the Queen of Silla and the Princess from earlier. “Your majesty,” I greet with a bow before facing to the Princess and doing the same. The Queen nods, “Princess (Y/n).” I physically constrained myself from yodeling out a ‘That is I!!!’ but thank god I managed and I just forced out a large smile. “I have lot’s of explaining regarding your stay,” the Queen says, “Let’s go inside for some tea as I shall inform you both.”

What a bummer. I didn’t even get to meet the King. Not that I was interested in him or anything, but I thought I would at least see his face as I have a 50% chance of marrying the guy during this trip. He really does seem like a stuck up jerk, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that he just has his hands full on other things. What’s interesting though is that the Queen wanted both me and Princess Sookmyung to stay with the Hwarang, apparently the kings harem of beautiful men, or knights, I wasn’t really listening after she mentioned beautiful men. I exited the palace with the rather quiet Princess to see Seyeo leaning on a nearby tree with a giant parchment roll stuffed with more than the amount of rice cakes I previously asked for. I run up to him with grabby hands and he tutted with a shake of his head, “How was your behaviour?” “At it’s best,” I immediately replied all the while staring at the fluffy rice cakes. He places the large bundle into my arms and I grin, “Thank you!”


The gate opened for the Hwarang house and I was beyond excited to meet the apparently beautiful men. “Please don’t embarrass me,” a quiet plea leaves Seyeo as he pulls the two horses along while I ran ahead with rice cakes in my arms. My ears perk up at the sound of music and I couldn’t help myself from following it. I turn the corner to see all the Hwarang practicing in front of Wi Hwa, I didn’t want to intrude so I quickly hid behind a pillar to stay out of sight from the group. Taking a seat on the shaded steps I unravelled the parchment to see eight rice cakes. I munch onto the sticky sweet dessert as I watch the Hwarang practice their dance and music. They were all handsome indeed. I hum amused, “Enjoying the view?” I look up from my seated position to see Seyeo leaning with crossed arms on the pillar beside me. Without pausing in eating I pick up another cake and handed it to him, which he gladly took. Suddenly the music stopped, much to my dismay, as Princess Sookmyung made her presence known. Wi Hwa introduced her and the large majority of the men were in awe. I quietly snicker as Princess Sookmyung got quickly riled up by just a single comment from one of the men inquiring her abilities. Without being asked again she made her way onto the practice ground, “Princess (Y/n), care to join?” I looked up at Wi Hwa who spotted me in my crouched position with stuffed cheeks and I gestured to the cake in my hand. “Don’t you want to join? Sword fighting is your favourite,” Seyeo asks while squatting to my level, I nod, “I’m occupied.” “You’re eating.” “Hence, I’m occupied. Besides I want to see how this goes,” I say before stuffing the entire rice cake into my mouth so that I could carry the other five to a better viewing spot to watch this thing go down.

What I saw ticked me off. Princess Sookmyung was skilled indeed but it was unnecessary to ridicule the men by pointing at their throats with a sword, “Well, something like that.” I shook my head with the rice cake still in my mouth. Wi Hwa looks at me with a knowing smirk as I place the half eaten cake into Seyeo’s already awaiting open palm. Seyeo starts to unsheathe my second sword and I shake my head unsheathing the one on my hip. “I don’t like people who belittle others,” I say making my way onto the practice grounds, all the while making eye contact with the Princess. I could hear some whispers among the men as the Princess faces towards me, anger evident in her eyes. “Come on,” I smile. She was graceful with her sword, I’ve seen so earlier but I had the speed and the strength to push people until they couldn’t keep up. As she tried to thrust the sword to my stomach I sidestepped and using my own sword I flicked upwards, easily disarming her of her weapon. However, the Princess didn’t accept defeat as she lunged for her sword. I sigh feeling slightly bad for what I was about to do. I smacked the hilt of my sword into the back of her neck causing her to flop onto the dirt ground. “Know your value, you don’t need to prove to others what it is,” I say while holding out a hand for her to take.  She looks up from the ground and got up by herself, ignoring my gesture to help. “It’s embarrassing to get angry over small comments like that. And even more embarrassing by ridiculing others so that you can feel more superior.” I watch silently as her facial expression changed from anger to a calmer state as she walked away. One of the younger Hwarang started clapping with awe plastered onto his face causing me to laugh at the strange sight. And before I knew it the entire group started to join, which ultimately made me feel bashful. “That was excellent, everyone can learn a thing or two from you today Princess (Y/n). Is there anything advice you will like to share with everyone?” Wi Hwa asks and I nod. I turn to face all the Hwarang with a giant grin, “Everyone did wonderful today. I can tell how hard each and every one of you is trying and it makes watching you all that more exciting so I can’t wait to see you all perform at the festival. Good luck.” I exclaim with a smile before bowing causing the others to bow as well, “Oh yes, one more thing. Just call me (Y/n). No need for formalities, starting from today we are all friends. Dismissed.” “W-Wait you can’t call dismissal,” Wi Hwa says with a laugh and I waved him off, “They worked hard enough for the day. The sun is setting they should have dinner and get some rest.” Before Wi Hwa could reply I grabbed my parchment full of rice cakes and left the area with Seyeo quickly following behind me with my half eaten cake in his hand.

From a far I see the group of men chattering away, as I made eye contact with them they abruptly stopped, so being the person who loves to make people feel uncomfortable, I approached him. “What are you guys talking about?” I inquire and I was surprisingly given an answer quickly by the young Hwarang who started the clapping moments ago, “About you (Y/n)! You are so awesome!” He exclaimed with widen eyes. “Oh! You are so adorable!” I gush shoving a rice cake into his open mouth. He smiles with closed eyes while letting out a muffled, “I’m Han Sung.” I nod and looked at the others awaiting to learn their names.

After a very draining conversation with the extremely hyper bunch of men I walked off to the side see a pavilion overlooking the area. I excitedly climbed up the wooden stairs to see a person already using the space, “Mind if I join?” The person turned around in their seated position and it revealed the most handsome man I have ever seen in my (y/age) years of living. I awkwardly stood there in silence as he gave me a once over with his deep, very deep eyes, before he nods. I clear my suddenly tight throat and sat beside him, I could barely use my voice to ask him his name so I decided to do what I did best, make people feel uncomfortable. I grabbed his hand and placed my last cake into it. He chuckles quietly, “Thanks.” “Just eat it,” I say and instantly I cringed at how rude I came across, “I-I mean if you want to.” He chuckles again before taking a bite and chewing on it as if in deep thought, “It’s quite funny how cool you were earlier and now you are a shy spluttering mess.” I mock a dramatically shocked expression causing him to flash me the sweetest smile, “I don’t even know your name and you are already attacking me.” He smiles again, but it never ceases to make my heart skip a beat, “It’s Ji Dwi.” “Wow that’s a really weird name,” I laugh loudly without thinking, “I-I mean, nice to meet you?” “And you are a weird Princess.” “I would want to say a Princess with much potential to do something great and different.” He hums thoughtfully looking into the night’s sky, “I see.” “It’s dark, none of us can see anything,” I bluntly add and his amazing sounding laugh fills my ears as he understood my lame joke. “I think I will come to enjoy your company.” I nod with a smile but it quickly disappeared as fast as it appeared, “So you don’t enjoy it now?” Ji Dwi reaches out his hand to ruffle my hair gently, “It’s getting late. I will walk you to your room,” I nod following him down the stairs. Shortly after a few minutes we made it to the enormous room that I would be occupying for the time being. I look up at Ji Dwi and gave him a warm smile, “Thank you, I much appreciate your gesture in walking me to my room.” He scoffs with a smile while looking diverting his eyes to the side, a cute habit I noticed that he had, “Why are you suddenly talking like a proper Princess? It doesn’t suit you.” I raise a brow at him stepping up into his personal space, “Excuse me, I am a proper Princess!” I huff poking into his chest playfully causing him to chuckle. “A proper Princess would know how to keep her hands to herself,” he muses grabbing my wrist into his large soft hands. “Shut up,” I laugh pulling back my hand but his grip tightened, “Oh, what is that? A profanity?” Seeing this as a challenge I flick my wrist, slipping out of his hand which allowed me to quickly grab onto his wrist instead, “Good night~” I chime swinging his arm side to side before letting go and slipping into the comfort of my room.

“That took long,” Seyeo states from behind me causing me to yelp in surprise. “Oh you scared me! What are you doing here?” “I needed to make sure that you turned to your room before I could peacefully sleep myself,” he states in a matter of fact tone. I nod with a roll of my eyes, “Well I’m safe and back will you please leave so that I can sleep?” “Of course, good night (Y/n).”


Right at peak of dawn I awake to the sound of metal clanking against one another. I excitedly jump out of bed, throwing on a random (F/c) hanbok before running out to the practice field. I was genuinely happy to see Ji Dwi among the men who were up early to get started on training. I walk up to him and patted his shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Good morning,” I greet with a smile and he returns a smile himself before adding a, “Good morning my Princess.” “Oiyah, who said that you can call me such a name?” I mumble as blood flushes to my cheeks, he flashes me one of his annoying grins. I butt his shoulder with mine playfully before walking away and taking a seat on the stairs so that I could observe their sword fighting skills, and perhaps step in to give them a pointer or two when necessary. Although each and everyone of the men were skilled I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ji Dwi, even if I tried to pay attention to Han Sung as he waved at me to watch him, my eyes would somehow find it’s way back to the tall fair skinned male. “Wow he’s so handsome~ I want to marry that fine piece of meat~” “AISH!” I yell, smacking Seyeo’s thigh aggressively, “Will you stop that! Someone might hear!” He hums, plopping down beside me before handing me a cup of green tea, “What if the king heard? I wonder if he would be happy to see his potential Queen ogling at one of his knights hm?” I tut with a shake of my head, “I can’t help but ogle if I’m surrounded my handsome men, especially that one!” I whisper yell pointing at Ji Dwi. Much to my surprise he sees my gesture and raises a brow, and started to make his way towards my seated position. “Oh look, your man is coming this way,” Seyeo deadpan states but I could feel the amusement oozing out of his every pore, that evil bastard. “(Y/n) would you like to join me instead of just staring?” Ji Dwi smirks while holding out his hand for me to take, I shake my head with hot cheeks, looking anywhere but up into his content face. “She would love to,” Seyeo cheekily answers on my behalf, my jaw dropped and before a word of protest could make its way up my throat he unsheathes two swords for me.

I was never nervous when it came to sword fighting, I was good at it and I very much knew that. So why was I awkwardly twirling both swords? I don’t know maybe because the certain man in front of me just makes my brain turn to mush. “Are you ready?” Ji Dwi asks, taking his ready stance. I nod, twirling my sword, positioning one in front and one behind me. He flashes me a smile before lunging forward to take the first strike. As the steel of his sword clashes with my defense sword the powerful vibration travels up my arm waking me up from my daze. I flick my wrist to catch his sword under mine before swinging at him with my free sword. His eyes widen instantly as he slips his sword from under mine before deflecting the coming attack. While taken aback from my attack I lunge forward with both swords in unison, many wouldn’t be able to pull off the perfect defensive on this attack but I was very pleased when he swung his sword full force from underneath, successfully throwing my attack off course and into the ground. I tried to be serious but I could help the wide grin break across my face, he was very impressive. This motivated me to up my efforts so that I could impress him back. Ji Dwi swings at me and I easily side step out of the way. I throw one sword out but before he could connect it with his own I retreat it quickly so that I could pull off a full forced swing from behind. I see his eyes widen in the split second signalling his defeat. I grin victoriously rotating the blades to its blunt side before going through with the swing to smack him gently in the behind. I take a side back and dipped my head to look up in his flabbergasted expression. I giggle at his gaping mouth and widened chocolate orbs. Sheathing one sword I offer my now free hand to him which he gladly takes and shakes firmly, “I’m very impressed Ji Dwi.” He does his little signature scoff and smirk, “I can say the same for you. I never seen anyone duel wield like that before.” I shyly scratch my cheek with my index finger, “T-Thanks…” I grinned as it seemed to be impossible to do anything else but that around him. The intense staring contest we seemed to have was put to a halt when I felt a soft pat on my shoulder. Turning around I see a smiley Han Sung, “Hello Han Sung, what can I do for you?” The man-child claps his hands excitedly before speaking up, “That was amazing (Y/n)! Can you please teach me?” I blush happily, “O-Of course! I would love to!” A chorus of “Me too!” was erupted from the Hwarang and I couldn’t be any happier. I nod excitedly and bowed, “It would be my honour to aid you all in your practices, all I ask is for you to try your best!” I throw a fist into the air to hype them up and they didn’t let me down as they hollered and threw theirs up as well. I quickly ordered some drills and the men were quick to jump to their partners to start their new practice. I turn around to see Ji Dwi and flashed him a grin but what I didn’t expect was his slightly off smile, it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. “What’s wrong?” I ask stepping in front of him to get a better look at his face, “Did it hurt when I hit your butt?” He chuckles, the sparkle evident in his chocolate brown eyes once again, “No, It’s just that it was my idea for you to train with me and now you are helping everyone else.” I coo reaching a hand out to caress his cheek teasingly, “Why jealous that my attention is else where?” He rolls his eyes with a smile, “Stop teasing,” he sighs pushing my hand away. “Can I tell you a secret?” I ask leaning forward and he curiously lowers his head as well, my smile against the shell of his ear, “My attention will always be on you. Do you know why? Because you are sooo annoying!” I giggle pulling away. Looking up at him I felt no regrets teasing him if that meant that I could witness his pale cheeks flush red.

Later that night I watch the Hwarang turn to their dorms. I patiently wait until I spot the particular pretty faced male. I quickly run up to him and grab his arm, all the while dragging him with me to the place where we first met. He chuckles not even out of breath as I pushed him onto the bench. “Ji Dwi! Can you tell me a story?” He playfully rolls his eyes, “Are you a child?” I shrug lowering myself so that I laid my head comfortably in his lap, “I just want to her your voice as I fall asleep. You can talk about whatever you like.” I mumble closing my eyes contently as I felt his long slender fingers run through my long locks. “So there was once this very, very, very annoying Princess named-” I gasped in mock shock, slapping his chest, “Hey!” He chuckles with me joining him almost instantly, “Say (Y/n)…what kind of Queen would you wish to be like one day?” I look up thoughtfully at him from his lap as he looked down at me warmly. “I hope a good one,” I giggle and he smiles, “A warm one?” I add and he nods quietly so I continued, “No death penalties, everyone can enter and leave the Kingdom as they wish.” He hums, “What if bad people enter?” and I nod, “That’s easy. The strong protect the weak. I want to become strong so that I can protect everyone with my two hands.” Ji Dwi chuckles, tucking a long strand of hair behind my ear, “That does sound like a good Queen.” I nod happily, “I can do that all by myself if I try hard enough! But it would be nice to rule with a King by my side. A nice one that shares the same beliefs as me.” A comfortable silence envelops us and I tilt my head in his lap, reaching out with both hands to cup his cheeks. I squish his cheeks gently causing his lips to become pouty, “What’s on your mind?” I inquire and he smiles with his eyes closed, “Nothing.”


After taking up the position in teaching sword fighting I woke up early each morning to help with the Hwarang’s practice. And honestly it was the most fun I have ever had in my (Y/a) years of living. However today was slightly different, Princess Sookmyung observed practice. What I didn’t expect was for her to call a meeting with Wi Hwa immediately after. “The Hwarang is nothing but a tool,” she starts. I patiently stood on the side listening to whatever she had to say but it just got ridiculously annoying. I had trouble holding my emotions especially regarding those who I cared for so when she ordered that there will be a life or death battle I was livid. I haven’t been in the Hwarang house for more than a week but I consider them all friends already, so I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any further, “The Hwarang are trying their best in practice and are improving dramatically. There’s no need for such violent practices.” Princess Sookmyung turned around and stared at me with a blank gaze, “It’s not in your place to decide what’s good for them or not.” “And it’s not in your place to tell them to go die,” I shot back immediately which she scoffed at. “I’m a Princess it’s their job to do as I say.” I take a deep breath trying my best to contain my anger, but it was evident that I was angry to everyone in the room seeing that my teeth were gritted, “They are human and have their own choices to make. I do not care if you are royalty. In the end when we die don’t we all return to the same soil?” I could tell from my peripheral that Wi Hwa was genuinely amused by the scene before him, however Princess Sookmyung was becoming impatient. “It’s not in your place to say,” she reasons and I cut her off, “Then who says that you have a place then?” Her nostrils flare at my stubbornness, “It’s not your place to say,” she repeats and I shake my head. I hated using my title as an excuse but I needed to put an end to this before the Princess could get her way. “It’s my place to say as I am Queen of Goguryeo. You, Sookmyung as a Princess have no say. I have been entrusted with this title before leaving my Kingdom to come here, hence I have authority over you. The Hwarang will not be fighting to the death against one another, but working together to build an unbreakable bond.” I huff slightly out of breath, Princess Sookmyung stares at me with her same blank gaze but anger was evident under her calm façade. Looking towards Wi Hwa he chuckles, “You both do not have a say in this matter as I am in charge of the Hwarang. I will consider the more intensive practice.” Princess Sookmyung looked pleased for once since I met her a week ago. Closing my eyes, clenching my fist and jaw to contain my frustration, I wasn’t surprised when even that didn’t help me calm down. “You are both not human,” I spat running out of the room. I was furious, I can’t let his happen, how am I supposed to protect a whole Kingdom of Goguryeo when I can’t even protect a handful of men were right in front of me? Hot angry tears blur my vision but I didn’t stop running until I bumped into a hard chest. “Whoa there!” Ji Dwi coos steadying me by holding my arms, “Hey what’s wrong?” I look up with hot tears still boiling over, “I-I’m sorry I can’t…” I sob facing the ground in defeat. He pulls me into his chest tightly and hushes me, rocking me side to side slightly in hopes to calm me down. “Why are you apologizing my Princess?” I wrap my arms around his back and tightly hold onto him, allowing his warmth to seep into my shaking frame, “I’m sorry I can’t protect you.” Ji Dwi nuzzles his nose into my neck, “I don’t need protecting, silly.” I shake my head against his toned chest, “You don’t understand.” He nods slowly, “Let’s go back to your room so you can explain everything to me so that I can understand okay?” I shake my head, pushing him away, “It’s okay. I’m…I will figure something out.” Nodding my head as if assuring myself I start towards my room but Ji Dwi grabs my arm tightly, “Who made you cry? I don’t care who it is…I will kill whoever did this to you.” I turn around to look into his eyes and his expression as unwavering, he was dead serious, “You…you shouldn’t say such things. I don’t want you to get into trouble.” “I don’t care about that! Don’t you see that all I care about is you? Just tell me what’s wrong or god help whoever did this to you because I will kill them on the spot!” I open my mouth but nothing came out. Closing my eyes to collect my thoughts I nod, slipping my hand into his larger one to quickly pull him along into my room.

Sitting in the middle of my room with Ji Dwi as company quickly calmed me down to a state where I could at least properly talk. “Princess Sookmyung insists that the Hwarang were just tools and should be put into life or death sword fights.” Ji Dwi nods but stays silent for me to vent everything out, “I can’t allow that. Even though they are knights they are still very human and their lives shouldn’t be seen as any less valuable than that of a royalty…I couldn’t even reason with those two. How can I protect my Kingdom if I can’t even protect my friends much less the person who I truly cherish…” By the time I got everything off my chest I started to sob again but luckily Ji Dwi was there to pull me into his lap to comfort me. He rubs my back with soothing circles to calm down my erratic breathing. “Is that person you truly cherish me?” He smiles against my temple and it for no reason caused my tears to burst out a full strength, “It’s not funny! I want to protect the people I love!” He chuckles lifting my chin up with his thumb and index finger, “You love me?” he whispers his breath ghosting over my lips. “You just said you would kill the person who made me cry! Why are you surprised! Anyways you aren’t seeing the whole picture you are-” I lost all train of thought when a pair of warm soft lips pressed against mine. I moan taken by surprise at the turn of events. Ji Dwi’s warm hand cups the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Pulling away for the need of air I look up into his glazed orbs, it didn’t take me a second longer to dive back in to get another kiss from the male. Accidently exerting too much force I cause him to topple over, allowing me to straddle him. I pull back in surprise, “Hehe…sorry…” I giggle, running my fingers through his long silky onyx locks. “Don’t be sorry, just kiss me again,” he smirks pulling me down for another kiss. I pull back reluctantly, “I have a secret.” Ji Dwi nods from underneath me signalling me to continue, “I hope the King chooses to marry Princess Sookmyung.” He cocks a brow, “And why’s that?” I grin, “So I can marry you!” Ji Dwi purses his lips, “Is that so? But I’m nothing but a lowly man with no royal blood what so ever.” I smile cupping his cheeks in the palm of my hands, “That doesn’t mean anything to me Ji Dwi, you make me happy. And I know you will make many happy as well. You have a good heart, a good heart for the perfect King everyone is waiting for.” The reaction I got from him was extreme confusion, but once a few moments passed complete glee replaced his unsureness, “I don’t think the King would be too fond to hear that. I heard rumours that he wishes you marry you (Y/n).” I shrug casually, “I don’t care. If the King isn’t you, I have no interest what’s so ever.” Ji Dwi nods contently with the brightest unwavering smile plastered on his face, “Then I will happily be your King if that means I can see your smile everyday.” I groan at his words, “I’m very happy and glad…but I’m sorry I can’t help but worry for the Hwarang.” He hums, “That means you will be a good Queen, worrying for all. Your heart is in a good place.” I sigh hugging him tightly, “It doesn’t do any good if just my heart is in the right place.” “That’s true, but have faith that it will all work out.” “I just want to ensure that no one gets hurt…especially for no reason.” “Don’t worry, I promise on my life that I will fix all this. Just sleep peacefully, and when you awake everything will be okay.” I groggily look into his deep chocolate orbs, “You are tired, please rest with no troubles in mind.” Heavy eyelids drop and I couldn’t peel them back open, “Please…stay…” I mumble throwing an arm around his waist in which he chuckles in response. “As you wish my Princess,” he presses his lips against my temple, his arms tightly pulling me into his warm body. With the feeling of security I was able to quickly fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

Read Part 2 here!

Hongwon fluff - It’s different here

Dickids member - Hongwon / Young B

Warnings; just the typical strong language, bad school experience


I’m gonna try something different. I’m writing this from Hongwon’s perspective.

9:45, school began. The corridor was full of dreaded sighs once the bell signalled all the students to depart from their friends and head towards their classes. English Literature was first everyday, which was a great start to my day. I thought I was being sarcastic until she joined.

“Good morning everyone! We have a new transfer student joining us today! Y/N, why don’t you introduce yourself?” The english literature teacher, Mrs Park excitedly introduced, turning around to face her with a welcoming smile. A girl, not much taller than the teacher herself stood in our uniform, arms folded across her chest and scowled in return. Something about the first time I saw her already gave me hints that she was the defensive type. Even though she wore our uniform, this girl Y/N somehow modelled our boring uniform well. 

“You just did.” Y/N shot back, making her way over to sit down on the empty seat at the front, the closest to the door. Yikes, she definitely made a unique and let’s not forget awkward introduction. Clearing her throat, the teacher awkwardly laughed and began the lesson as she usually would. There was quite a noticeable gap between where the students had sat and where Y/N had chosen to sit. This gap between us almost established the clear gap between the obedient and disobedient. Of course there were the typical trouble makers in the class but they still got the work done in class and completed homework even if it was late, however Y/N wasn’t like that.

“Y/N, what do you think about this source’s interpretation of the text?” Mrs Park had asked, she was trying to include Y/N rather than in Y/N’s vision, single her out since she was the new student. Mrs Park is one of the softest teachers out there, she’s also my form tutor. Therefore seeing Y/N interact so little but hostile towards her had my stomach churning. If you judged Y/N by looks, she wouldn’t seem like the typical rebellious student. Her hair was softly curled, half it worn up. She didn’t spoil the school uniform in any way like rolling her sleeves or skirt up, she wore it exactly the way it was meant to be worn. 

“I don’t know. Their response is kinda boring. It doesn’t grab my attention whatsoever.” Y/N eventually replies after Mrs Park had continued to press for an answer the gentle way as possible. I don’t know how Mrs Park has patience with these types of students. But despite the attitude Y/N had showed towards her, even when the lessons had finished and reached break time, she was still looking out for Y/N. Anyways, break time finally came and most students either rush outside to the refectory or hung back in their form room like I did. From my view, Y/N remained seated, stretched a couple of times before reaching in her bag to fish out her earphones and phone to block out the noise then she whipped out a game console.

“How the hell did Mrs Park bite her tongue?” Soorin chuckled in awe, looking at Bumby and I. We shrugged and then my heart almost stopped when I saw Soorin hurling the pencil which hit Y/N’s back.

“Soorin, what the fuck?!” Bumby choked on his juice cartoon, the all the classmates immediately became mute when Y/N turned around picking up the pencil. Taking an earphone out, she pouted asking who’s pencil it was, meeting everyone’s eyes which were full of fear. Soorin raised his hand with no shame, making her smirk.

“Oh my. Haven’t you heard of the golden rule ‘Don’t throw things across the classroom?’ I wonder how you’d feel if I snitched on you and you got sanctioned for it.” Y/N  mocks, faking her ponder causing Soorin to smirk. She knew he couldn’t care less about getting snitched on, she was only taking the piss out of him. But she gets up to hand the pencil back to him anyway.

“I like you! My name is Lee Soorin.” He introduced himself, holding his hand out politely.

“And I’m not interested.” Y/N beams in reply, shaking his held out hand then returning back to her seat to resume getting lost in her own world. There was a lot of up roar at the Y/N’s clap backs, I even found myself grinning at her remarks. At lunch time, Soorin still didn’t give up on trying to become friends with Y/N. Bumby started worrying that it would look like Soorin was coming off as harassing so he was always scolding Soorin like a child often through the rest of the day.

“Oi! Y/N!” Soorin bellowed across the corridor, hoping to catch her attention. She doesn’t turn around, no surprise there. Instead she advances forward, helping towards the exit.

“Wait, does she know that students aren’t allowed to leave school for lunch?” Bumby suddenly asked, concern plastered across his face. Soorin decided to run after her to warn her incase she wasn’t aware but he didn’t come back after 15 minutes. I decided to check on Soorin incase they had gotten into an argument but when I got to the gates, nobody was there. Frowning, I walk back into the building and decided to just go to lunch with Bumby, calling Soorin who didn’t pick up. Lunch was coming to an end and there was still no sign of Soorin or Y/N.

“You don’t think they’re skiving do you? They’ve been gone all lunch time.” Bumby questioned, glancing at the clock. Skiving wasn’t anything new to the three of us, but last time I did, I got a call home plus I had to stay in a class room with a supervisor. We were beginning to get concerned when even the science teacher began wondering where the ‘new student’ was. He had phoned reception and Mrs Park came into our class too, worried. After a while, Soorin and Y/N both turn up, angering the teacher. 

“Did you get lost? What time do you call this?” He sarcastically asked as Soorin made his way over to sit in his usual place and Y/N just sat at an empty desk again.

“Nope, the traffic was bad. You know what time it is.” Y/N replied, leaning on her hand. 

“No students are allowed to leave during school time unless it’s time to go home! I’m surprised Lee Soorin didn’t tell you!” The teacher had sternly lectured, raising his voice. Everyone glanced at Soorin who had told him that he had warned her, shrugging casually. Soorin was partially rebellious and to be fair, anybody wouldn’t be surprised at his behaviour, but it was just so peculiar to see a new transfer student rebelling on her first day. 

“If you’re gonna yell at me, take it outside. But you’re wasting your class time.” Y/N appeared to blow the last straw after she got sent out the classroom, Soorin did too for skiving, we all assume they both got sent to the head as neither of them return to the rest of the lessons. At the end of the day, I recieve Soorin’s text saying he got sent back home and has to be watched during lunch time so he doesn’t leave again. On the other hand, Y/N was sat next on the desk chatting to Mrs Park. She wasn’t yelling at her though. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? How was she getting away with everything? It’s really awkward knocking on the door to get to my locker to pack my books away for home time because Y/N quickly jumped off the table and exited the room causing Mrs Park to smile, tutting at her gently.

“It must’ve been a long day for you, Mrs.” I smiled at her whilst packing my bag.

“Y/N’s my niece; she’s not usually like this, she’s just had very bad experiences with her previous schools, so her attitude has been shaped to behaving that way. I’m just trying to convince her this school is nowhere near as horrible as her others.” Mrs Park sighs, catching me off guard as she suddenly looked depressed. She was in her early 20′s, I was surprised they were both related, but it explains a lot. Furthermore she continued to describe and create an image in my head of the so called ‘real’ Y/N. It was sad hearing parts of her back story, I felt guilty hearing this from someone other than herself, but it convinced me try and reverse her personality back. After I close our conversation, I head outside and Y/N’s still there on school ground, sitting on the tree stumps. Approaching her cautiously, I sat on the stump besides her, she was wearing her earphones again, so I pulled her left one out, carefully. Turning around, she frowns, taking her other one out too.

“What?” She grumbled at me, shivering. 

“I didn’t know Mrs Park was your auntie, here.” I attempted to warm up to her, handing my hoodie to her but as expected, she immediately rejected my offer.

“I’m sorry you had a bad experience with other schools. I know what it’s like and that’s why I transferred here.” I started off, it was working getting Y/N’s attention because she pockets her phone away, folding her arms across her chest, still frowning.

“Already excusing me for my behaviour, I see. You don’t need to tell me your life story just because you heard some of mine, like I told your friend, I’m not interested. I came here for education, not friends.” She snapped at me. Back then, I would’ve 100% already given up on somebody like her, but I was saved by Bumby. I wanted to save her even though I just met her today. Sighing, I tossed my hoodie at her and continued to do so every time she hurled it back into my lap until she gave up and wore it. I smiled as she gave in, seeing Y/N stop shivering was the first thing that would warm her. 

“It gets lonely with no friends. Honestly Y/N, I’ve been in your shoes before. There’s no bullying here, teachers care for students like parents do. Everyone’s nice here, I promise you. It’s different here.”

I always reflect back to that day even though it has just been a couple of weeks. Y/N eventually started conversations with me when it used to be me sparking them first. They’d burn out quite quickly, mainly due to the awkwardness but after time, they lasted a lot longer. We both were into fashion and gaming, always discussing those topics as well as lessons in our break and lunch time. As for her rebellious behaviour, that was still yet to tame though she was making some progress. She began to become interested in her aunties lessons, actually completing the homework, handing it on in time, making her auntie smile with pure happiness. It was the type of smile which showed relief rather than a mask of worry for her niece. 

At the end of school, Mrs Park would always ask me about Y/N. Funnily enough, I knew her niece a lot better than she did and I’d fill her in with her progress. But this didn’t only allow me to get closer to Y/N, when she finally accepted me as her friend, she began to talking more frequently and letting her auntie back in.

Home time was always the same too, my parents would come late and so would Y/N’s and it’d always be another opportunity to chat for ages again until one of us were picked up.

 Three weeks later, there are some female students who start to offer to work with Y/N in group work. Again, nobody is fazed when she declines the offer and decides to work on her own or work with myself.

“Do they have a crush on you? What if they only want to be friends with me because they like you?” She expressed her worries when we’re together at break. Soorin and Bumby are here too but she’s still yet to bond with them. It’s gonna be baby steps since she isn’t fully open to me yet either even though we’ve become friends but we’re getting there because after Soorin introducing Y/N to his female best friend, Y/N starts to hang out with her group at lunch later on in the school term.

By the time it’s winter season, Y/N has officially settled in comfortably. It’s the last day today before we begin our christmas holidays. Most students head out to town to eat and shop. I was just shopping with Bryn and Soorin until I hear Y/N say my name for the first time. I turn around, Bryn and Soorin too, she looks happy as we bump into her in the same shop with her new friend’s group. 

“Hongwon!” She called out clearly, running towards me as I met her half way opening my arms to hug her. I greeted her equally as cheerfully as she hugs me tightly before pulling away. Another similarity, we both buy a majority of our jewellery here. The two of us decided to head into our favourite jewellery shop together whilst the rest waited outside. Y/N insisted of buying anything I picked out as my christmas present. I handed her the earrings I had chosen for her to pay before browsing around again just to wait for her. She comes back to me and tells me she’ll be waiting outside when I finished looking around. Y/N kept turning down my offers every time I asked her to pick something out, therefore I ended up choosing a necklace for her based on what she told me what types of jewellery she goes for previously. Meeting her outside, she shyly offered me my earring, I put them on instantly, smiling gleefully at her, before handing her the paper bag.

“Ah Hongwon, I told you didn’t need to buy me anything.” She tuts, opening the bag.

“Could say the same thing to you. Here, I’ll help you.” I responded, sticking my tongue out at her, helping her put it on. We both glimpse at the mirror placed outside the shop, admiring how pretty it looked on Y/N. We thank each other, quickly making our way to our groups which they had decided to merge and head off into a café for a drink. Bryn reserved all the seats outside whilst I ordered for everyone, I was frowning when I saw Y/N sat on her own again but it seemed like it was set up when Bryn told me to sit next to my ‘girlfriend’. Placing our drinks on the table, we continued chatting, we were showing each other what we had bought. 

“It really is different here. Thanks so much for coming into my life, Hongwon.” The conversation suddenly turned serious, but it’s not the uncomfortable kind. 

The Sidra Coffee Shop

So I saw this post about Rhysand flirting with Feyre and I thought I might write it. Sorry if this turns out bad, another writer could do a better job than me. Hell, someone probably already has. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

It was Sunday morning and I was in my favourite coffee shop, The Sidra. It was named after the mighty river that ran through the centre of town. It was said that when we were invaded, the river rose as if in answer and wiped out the forces of the invading army and saving the city. You could see the river from my view of the window seat, it was an image I was trying to capture desperately in my sketch pad. 

I took a sip from my smoothie before grabbing my pencils and shading the jasmine flowers that bloomed along the riverbank. The whole atmosphere was pleasant, sitting in the rather rustic coffee shop, a faint moody dancing around the room, quite Sunday morning chatter in the background. I was quite content to spend the rest of the day sitting on the little wooden bench sketching. 

I had just finished capturing the image of the cafe chairs that adorned the edge of the Sidra, imagining how it would have rose. It was something I wanted to paint, I could almost imagine wolves jumping out of the very river itself and taking soldiers to their watery graves as they fought to protect their city. When a shadow fell across my page causing me to jump.

Startled, I turned to face the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had silky black hair and a muscled chest, from what I could see of how his shirt hugged his body, but it was the bright violet hue of his eyes that enticed me the most. 

“Hey,” I started. “Can I help you?” I was a little confused at why this man was here beside me, I really did want to finish this drawing but he seemed to have other plans.

“Well, darling, as it is you certainly can. I was just admiring your drawing skills from that table over there,” he gestured behind him, “and felt that you should know that it’s  almost as gorgeous as you.” 

“Um… Thank you, I guess,” I was unsure of what to say so I took a sip out of my strawberry and dragon fruit smoothie. 

“Also, darling-,”

“Feyre,” I interjected.

“Well then, Feyre darling I was wondering if you have wifi?”

Who the hell was this guy, asking if she had wifi. All I wanted was to finish my sketch in piece.

“No,” I said and I turned back to my drawing.

“Well,” he drawled from beside me. “That is disappointing because I thought I felt a connection. I’m Rhysand by the way.”

“No sorry, no wifi here. Though I’m positive your friends must be missing you,” I said as what I hoped was a subtle dismissal. Apparently I had no such luck.

“Your jumper is perfectly stunning, did you know that?” He comments. 

“Thank you,” I simply stated before turning back to my drawing. After about five minutes he walks away. Muttering a short goodbye as he left. I turned back to my drawing an odd feeling surrounding me. I sort of did a double take, today was turning out rather odd. 

It wasn’t ten minutes before I was disrupted again. What the hell was with everyone this morning? Why couldn’t I just be left in peace I thought. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he whistles.

I made a point to ignore him, carrying on with my attempt to capture the rest of the perfect image before the rest of the public rose from their beds. He just sits down next to me. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans.

“Nice outfit by the way, you look absolutely delicious.” 

“Thanks,” I reply. This was the oddest Sunday morning I had ever had. I took another sip out of my smoothie letting it wash around my mouth before trickling down my throat.

“Like you just walked off the runway,” he goes on. 

“Thanks,” I reply curtly. “Again.”

He throws some more odd compliments my way before heading off in the same direction that that Rhysand bloke had gone in. I turned around catching the tail end of their conversation. There were five of them in total.

“…way, she didn’t even blush. I’ve never met anyone who has resisted my manly charm that easily before.” The hoody guy states.

“Well Cassian, it seems you own Amren ten bucks. I told you she wouldn’t give you her number,” Rhysand drawls.

“Cough up boys,” the small one says. Her quick silver eyes flash over and meet mine and she smirks. 

“Nah ah ah,” Rhysand smirks like the cheshire cat. “I made no bargain or bet.” 

“No but you did say you would get her number and it seems you failed,” the blonde one perks up.

“Look,” he growls. “I’m just interested in her okay, lets not make a big deal out of it.” He picks up his coffee and takes a gulp. It’s black, the worst kind of coffee in my opinion. When I drank it I felt like I was choking down tar. So those men were trying to flirt with me? God, I feel so stupid.

I finish with my drawing, the crowds now to thick to properly capture the original image and pack my stuff away. I walk over and pay the bill, I’m about to leave when a thought strikes me. I may as well have a little fun with this situation they have given me. I stalk over to Rhysand, grab a napkin scribble my number down as he stares at me, fold it up and shove it into his chest before pecking him on the cheek and sauntering towards the door. 

Right before I set foot out of the cafe I turn around to see the whole bunch bent over double laughing all except Rhysand who is grinning from ear to ear and the small one, Amren, who catches my gaze and smirks at me knowingly. With that I walk out of the cafe and down the street, a small part of me hoping for a call from the gorgeous, violet eyed man I had just encountered.

I take no credit for the idea behind this piece, that should go to @greenfire2908art. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m sorry for the poor quality of writing I wrote this at midnight and now can’t be bothered to reread it and edit my mistakes. Yep, I’m lazy like that. I hope it’s somewhere near what you hoped for @greenfire2908art sorry if it’s not up to the right standard. I thought I’d give it a go though anyway. 


Yuzu doing his typical image training by the Kiss and Cry on September 23, 2017 at the 2017 Autumn Classic International. Just short clip this time, couldn’t get a very good view from my seat.

Submission - Band AUs
  • We’re cleaning out our band lockers and why do you have a bottle of ketchup in there?? And a cactus?? (Feel free to change objects)

  • I have a perfect view of you from my seat, and you are by far the most beautiful human being ever

  •  “Why is everyone standing in a line?” “Someone brought in a(n) *insert instrument* and we’re all trying it out”

  •  This wasn’t the first time that I found myself locked in the tuba locker, and it would not be the last

  •  “Oh no” “What?” “We got it stuck in the Bari sax”

  •  I didn’t have any friends to sit with during this lunch, but you rescued me and now we’re eating together in the band room

  •  I just walked in on two people having a make out session in one of the practice rooms, and I am more uncomfortable than I have ever been before

  •  A bunch of band kids playing ‘don’t touch the lava’ but the band version ‘don’t touch the spit’

  • During a lockdown drill we are squished into the band storage room and I’m basically sitting on top of you, HELP

  • “If I hear someone play ‘Sleigh Ride’ ONE MORE TIME, I will BREAK their instrument!! It’s only FREAKING October!!”

  •  You keep hitting me with your *insert instrument* and I would be so pissed,, if I didn’t have a major crush on you

  •  For finals, we have to perform a solo for the class, and I simply will not

  •  I sneezed into my instrument while we were rehearsing and now it’s silent and everyone is staring at me

06/10/17 • Weekend school publication duties

It’s Saturday and have a look at my view from my seat while writing news articles. Today’s a little gloomy and it’s making me a bit more productive than under the heat.

Please excuse the messy publication office. We haven’t had time to clean, there’s just so much to write and layout.


I’ve been getting quite a few requests wanting to know how this happened, so I figured I’d just make a post with all of the pics from Liam the photographer. Basically, my original badass sign saying “Liam, take my phone #selfie #video” got lost somewhere in the stadium, and I was a bit bummed so during 5sos I went out, found a blank sheet and recreated it, thinking that it was better than nothing. I held up the sign several times for him, Zayn, and Harry and I think they all acknowledged it with like a glance or a smile but nothing. I did get a point and wave from Harry (which was great btw, very very cute) but I wanted my pic dammit.  I knew my best chance was Little Things, so I prepped myself and the guard to not block my view (I was one seat away from the catwalk), and as Lima sat practically in front of me, I held the sign up and just waited. He got through his verse and I was like- yeah okay, maybe now- but ZAYN freaking reached back and interrupted what I was hoping would be my moment, and I flailed bc it’s ziam (at that point, Zayn and Liam had already given me a years worth of interaction. My babes were chatty and smiley :D) , so I just focused on recording that. AND THEN…

Liam got up, walked in front of me, grabbed a towel, gave it to a uard to give a fan, and then sat down and looked directly at me and asked me to give my phone to him. I pointed at the guard and said/gestured if I should hand it to him instead and he said no, and motioned for me to toss it. I always said I would never becuase if I break my phone, I’ll be so mad, but guess who caved when Liam Payne asked? ME. I’m so see through, lmao. I tossed it so damn quick and then a flurry of things happened. All the girls around me freaked out, 3 guards rolled up saying yelling about stepping back and then PADDY fucking PADDY jumps in front of me and yells “DONT DO THAT AGAIN” . I yelled back .“HE ASKED FOR IT, SOZ”. LMAO. The other guard was like- Liam’s the bigger so..

Anyway, I missed most of the picture taking bc of all that, but I saw Paddy pose for my camera and I choose to believe that’s his apology to me. Liam called him over and gave him my phone to bring it back to me and he handed it with an annoyed smile. SORRY , you gotta share Liam and Zayn Paddy. I don’t make the rules.

And that is alllllll. Much love to tomfjord @giggleshrug hisroyalhighnessmalik and my bestie Lina for a great weekend. It’s j ust now hitting me, and I’m actually shaking so I gotta go. BYEEEEEE.

In truth, Kipling’s politics are not mine. But then, it would be a poor sort of world if one were only able to read authors who expressed points of view that one agreed with entirely. It would be a bland sort of world if we could not spend time with people who thought differently, and who saw the world from a different place. Kipling was many things that I am not, and I like that in my authors.
—  Neil Gaiman, The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction

Final: Bringing the Baby Home

Next, is the baby series found here. I’ll update it as soon as I can.

Harry *Your POV*: “And this is your room, baby girl” Harry said spinning slowly the nursery with Amelia in his arms. “But you’re gonna be staying in mommy and daddy’s room for a wittle while. Doesn’t that sound fun!” I rolled my eyes playfully giggling at my goofy husband. “Already with the baby talk?” He smiled and walked over to me poking me in the face with our baby’s tiny hand. “Mummy, no wikey the baby talk huh wittle girl” he said holding her in front of his face. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t set her down since they first brought her to him in the hospital. “Yeah, well daddy should go get the bag from the car shouldn’t he wittle girl” I said mocking him while I reached for my daughter but he moved back. “Uh uh my baby” he teased pulling her closer to me. “Harold” I scolded playfully. He sighed and gave me Amelia while he dramatically stomped downstairs. I giggled and took Amelia to the changing table to change her diaper. I had just put on a fresh one when I heard a loud groan from outside. I picked up my baby and walked to the window laughing when I saw Harry had dropped the bag spilling out all the contents. “He’s a silly one, your daddy” I cooed to the small girl kissing her cheek. “But we love him.”

Niall *His POV*: “Shhh, little man, I’ve gotcha” I said taking a crying Bradan from his crib and into my arms. It was our first night home with the babies nearly two in the morning and Bradan was already being fussy. At least his brother was being quiet so far though. “I already changed your diaper before you went to bed” I said to myself. I walked around the room bouncing him gently in my arms trying to see if I could try and calm down his crying but it wasn’t working. I checked him diaper against to make sure but it was clean. “What’s wrong, buddy? You hungry? Is that it?” (Y/N) had fed them before bed but Bradan’s been feeding more often than Deaglan has. “Alright, buddy, I’ll go get mommy.” I carried him to our room feeling bad that I had to wake (Y/N) up. “Baby, sweetheart” I said in a soft voice watching her stir awake from hearing our son’s cries. “Niall, is everything okay?” she asked rubbing her eyes. “I think Bradan’s hungry.” She sat up in the bed taking him from my arms. I laid down next to her resting my head on her lap. “You can go back to bed, Ni” she told me. I shook my head. “If you’re up, I’m up.”

Liam *Your POV*: “She’s such a little, angel” Nicola cooed watching the little girl sleep in her crib. “Sleep much since you’ve brought her home?” I shrugged my shoulders. “More than your brother has a least” I chuckled. Today’s only the second day we’ve been home with the baby. “I’m just glad I finally talked him into taking a nap right now.” Just then, a small whimper left Charlee’s lips before she started squirming around and crying. I picked her up and rubbed her back trying to soothe her but she only started crying harder. “Do you think she’s hungry or needs to be changed?” she asked. I shook my head. “I fed her an hour ago and changed her not too long ago.” The little girl’s sobs got louder and I felt panicked. “Liam’s the one that usually calms her down” I told her. “Do you mind holding her for a second?” She nodded and took the baby girl from me while I walked into the other room where Liam was sleeping. He looked so peaceful and tired but I didn’t know how to calm Charlee down. I gently shook her and called his name until he woke up. “I can’t get Charlee to stop crying.” He was up in a second going into the other room and soon I couldn’t hear her cries anymore. He’s amazing.

Louis *Your POV*: “Oh hey I think that jogger just passed us” I teased his slow driving. Louis chuckled. “We’re around the corner love.” I looked down at a three day old little boy. “It’s ok, Preston” I whispered. Minutes later, Louis pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. “Can you bring Noah in? I’ll grab the bag” I asked feeling my body begin to ache. He nodded and picked up the baby carrier following me to the door. “Give me the bag, love” he said taking it before I could protest. “Come on, let’s get you inside and comfortable on the couch” he kissed your temple and walked inside behind me. I slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Louis dropped the bag by the door and took Noah out of the baby carrier and held him close to his chest. He whined missing the warmth. “Let me put Preston down, I’ll be right back” Louis said. I shook my head. “No Lou, I want to cuddle with him, please? Then I’ll rest.” Louis raised his eyebrow at you, but he couldn’t say no to me. “Ok boo. Are you comfortable here? Warm enough?” he asked sitting beside me. I nodded and pulled a blanket over my lap. I reached my arms out and smiled as Louis gently placed the little boy in my arms. “Welcome home Noah” I whispered.

Zayn *His POV*: “Awe, Zayn look! She’s awake!” she said cheerfully to me as she looked back at our daughter in her car seat. I smiled looking in the rear view mirror watching the little girl rub at her eyes and kick her little feet around. “I’m going to need to make her a bottle when we get home” she said moving her seat back so she could put a hand on Mya. She had a sad look on her face. "What’s wrong, baby girl?” I asked noticing her sudden mood change. She shrugged her shoulders. “Just…I guess I’m a little sad I’m not gonna breastfeed her.” I sighed and put a hand on her knee comfortingly. “Yeah, I’m a little upset I can’t breastfeed her either” I joked trying to lighten the mood. “Zayn! I’m serious!” she said giggling slightly. “Well, at least you got to push her out. What have I gotten to do besides get a cast from you breaking my finger” I teased poking her cheek with my wrapped finger. “I warned you not to come near me when I was pushing!” she defended. I just laughed and grabbed her hand over the console. “A dozen broken bones would’ve been worth it” I said kissing her knuckles lightly.